#where in those ears will move if his heart rate increases

[kurtniii]

fox ears

[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔒𝔫𝔢⇥ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴛᴀʟꜱ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ! ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ x ɴᴜʀꜱᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴛꜱᴜᴋᴋɪ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇx ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛʟ�� ꜰɪɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʟᴀᴄʏ ꜱᴛᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴛꜱᴜᴋᴋɪ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴘᴀɴᴛɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ (ɪᴇ. ꜱʟᴜᴛᴛʏ).

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 2.5ᴋ+

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞- ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛꜱᴜᴋᴋɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜꜰꜰ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʙʟᴏᴡɴ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴜᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ! ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅ ɪꜱ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ/ᴡʜʏ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ/ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ɪᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ

Tsukishima wasn't sure why he had agreed to do something so...cheesy. You had whined about trying something new in the bedroom and he reluctantly agreed because despite it all he did love you. He loved you so much that he was willing to subject himself to wearing a cheap hospital gown that was a size too small and nothing else underneath. All apart of the role play you insured him, but now that he laid on the bed waiting for you to come out of the bathroom he just felt silly. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared up at the ceiling questioning it all.

The aircon had turned on a few minutes before and he desperately wanted to use the blanket on the bed to cover up. He was the ill patient who couldn't pay for his medical bill while you were the helpful nurse who was willing to work something out. He even took the time to memorize the cheesy lines to enhance the role play for your sake of course. All he wanted to do was touch you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he pulled those sounds from you he loved so much. Besides this wasn't even realistic the more he laid there and thought about it. He had insurance and with the paycheck he got from playing volleyball he was more than covered. Plus who would even accept sex as a-

"Hello sir. I understand you're in need of some medical assistance." You called out sweetly from the doorway of the bathroom.

Tsukishima looked over at you and his eyes widened at the sight before him. The stereotypical nurse outfit hugged your body in all the right places. The neckline dipping down far enough to see your cleavage and if he looked hard enough he could see the outline of your nipples through the white fabric of your costume. His gaze moved down to where the hem of the dress lay at the top of your plush thighs. There was a sliver of your thighs spilling over the edge of the lacy stockings that adorned your skin. And those red heels? Fuck, did that make his dick twitch. He could feel his cheeks heating up as he met your gaze again and his mouth suddenly felt dry.

"Y-Yes." Tsukishima replied in a bit of a shaky tone.

"Wonderful. I'm going to start with checking your vitals." You said as you started to make your way over him. Your heels clicking against the hardwood floor of your shared bedroom.

Each step you took caused his heart rate to increase. This was just suppose to be a simple role play that he had to get through before he was able to bury himself in his favorite spot. He didn't think something this silly would affect him so much. He shifted slightly on the bed and tried to adjust the hospital gown though it was futile at this point. His gaze not leaving you as you picked up the clipboard that was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed; one that you often used for your remote job at home. You pretended to look it over before you let out a dramatic sigh and looked over at him. His heart skipping a beat as he saw the way you puffed out your bottom lip.

"Looks like you didn't put any form of payment down. How are you expected to pay for your visit today?" You said as you tilted her head.

"I...um," Tsukishima said in a hoarse tone before he cleared his throat. "I have another way to pay that doesn't involve money."

Goddamnit, this was like something straight out of a cheesy porno but it felt so exhilarating. He propped himself up on his elbows as he looked up at you from his spot on the bed. He knew his hard on wasn't exactly subtle anymore but he didn't care; it was your fault anyways and you'd be taking care of it soon enough. Your brow pinches together as if you were confused and it only made him want to skip the dialog and bend you over the bed. To pull those sweet nosies from you and see that expression when you come undone for him.

"And what way is that sir?" You said and he couldn't take it anymore.

He didn't hesitate to reach over and grab your arm as he pulled you onto the bed. He immediately pinned you to the bed and settled himself in between your legs. He tore the flimsy hospital gown off and tossed it elsewhere in the room before he grabbed your plush thighs that laid across his. He watched as the hem of your dress rode up and his breath hitches when he spots those lacy, red panties. You really were going to be the death of him.

"So pretty." He breathed out and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze.

"S-Sir what are you-"

He suddenly moved one of his hands away from your thighs and covered your mouth before you could even finish your sentence. His hazel eyes move from your panties and up to meet your gaze; the hunger in his eyes evident.

"Shut up. I told you I have my own way of paying for my stay today. Now you're gonna be a good girl and help me feel better aren't you?" He said in that condescending tone he often used when you both got intimate like this.

This wasn't exactly what you had planned for. He was suppose to tell you some sob story that would make you feel sorry for him. You'd cave and tell him not to worry about payment and you'd take care of him regardless. You planned on teasing him before climbing on top and sealing the deal. However, this was an unexpected but not an unwelcome twist.

You meekly nod your head as your breathing shifts now that he was on top of you. Tsukishima hummed above you as he moved his hand away from your mouth. His slender fingertips brushing over your jawline before he ran it down the column of your neck and to your cleavage. You gasp at the way the flimsy fabric comes undone just by a simple tug. Your breasts a little more exposed now and he didn't hesitate to move the fabric away completely; his fingertips easily taking advantage of this. He took one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger then lightly pulled which caused you to whimper.

"I don't know how you walk around and get anything done when you wear something like this. Something so revealing," He breathes out as he lets go of your nipple and rough pushes up the hem of your dress so it bunches around your waist. "A sweet little nurse like you shouldn't be wearing this y'know? Someone could take advantage of you." He said as one hand rested on your plush stomach while the other reached in between your legs and brushed his fingertips over the damp fabric of your panties.

You let out a moan at the way his fingertips feel against your panties which only encourages him to press his thumb against your clothed clit more.

"You gonna answer me or you just gonna keep making those pathetic noises?" Tsukishima said as his gaze became lidded with desire. Seeing you like this underneath him would always be one of his favorite sights.

"I-I haven't had anyone take advantage of m-me." You whine out as you start to shift your hips up to move against his fingertips more.

Your eyes widened when you feel a tug and the sound of your panties ripping. Before you could even say anything you could see that look in his and that smirk spreading over his lips.

"Open your mouth my sweet little nurse."

And you did just that without any hesitation. Your brow furrowed slightly as you felt the fabric of your ripped panties touch your tongue. Your little noise muffled now and for a moment Tsukishma thought bout taking them out of your mouth. However, there was something so lewd about seeing you like this; looking so desperate and ready for him. He hums as he wraps his hand around his cock and leans back on his thighs to look down at your body spread beneath him; his hand starting to move up and down lazily. A bead of precum starting to form at the tip as he lets out a shaky breath.

"You're one slutty little nurse. Would you really would let me use this pussy to heal my ailment?" Tsukishima taunted as a sly smile spreads over his lips while his hand continues to glide over his cock.

You squirm under his gaze and all you can do is meekly nod your head at his words that only served to make you wetter.

"Such a good girl." Tsukishima hummed out before he grabbed the panties out of your mouth and tossed them elsewhere. He wasn't going to be able to wait anymore nor did he care how cheesy this idea had been before. He needed you and that's all that mattered.

You can't help but let out a whimper when he finally slides into your heat and the groan he lets out causes a shiver to run down your spine. The stretch was what you had been wanting to feel since the moment you started this role play with your boyfriend. His moves both of his hands to grip the back of your thighs and it was borderline painful the way his nails dug into your skin; a pain that blended into the pleasure you were feeling. You both seemed to be taking a moment before he pushed against your thighs so that they were a little closer to your chest. You could feel him slowly pulling out before moving his hips back inside you.

His lidded gaze focused on where your body's were connecting. His pace agonizingly slow and you couldn't help but grip the bedsheets underneath you both tightly. You almost uttered out the request for him to move more when he spoke up first.

"F-Fuck this pussy feels too good," Tsukishima moaned out before his gaze moved to meet yours. "t-this is exactly the treatment I needed."

He slowly pulled back out and you expected him to continue at the slow pace before he suddenly slammed his hips against you. You let out a squeak which caused the corners of his mouth to tilt upwards at your reaction; that was all the motivation he needed to set a harsh pace. Your breast bouncing with each movement of his hips and your grip on the sheets tighten even more. The way he filled you up was something you hoped you'd never get use to; it was like you were made for one another, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Even now as he bullied your cervix with the tip of his cock you couldn't help but look up at him with hearts in your eyes. His grip on your thighs tightened for a moment before he shifted. He easily folded your body into a mating press as his movements only seemed to increase; the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with your combined moans.

"B-Baby p-plea-"

"That's unprofessional don't you think?" Tsukishima pants out. "Referring to your patient by a pet name. Show a...h-haa...little decorum." Tsukishima says as he looks down at you as if you were some pathetic being when in reality it was taking everything in him not to cum inside you right now. "Do you always talk to your patients like that? Bet you do. So they can put you in positions like this."

You could help but let out a string of whimpers and moans at the way he seemed to taunt you with his words. Combing that with his movements it was no wonder the pressure in your lower stomach was starting to become deliciously unbearable.

"That's not true s-sir." You whimper out as you can feel tears of pleasure starting to form in your waterline.

"Oh but I think it most certainly is true. This slutty cunt of yours is just sucking me right in. I bet you only accept patients that can't pay for their medical treatment in an ethical way so they can pay you back like this."

This only earns him a string of whines and moans as he continues to snap his hips against yours.

"Sir please. Please don't sto-haaa." You were barely even able to get the full sentence out before Tsukishima was letting out a breathy chuckle.

He could see out of the corner of his eyes the way your red heels seem to move each time your bodies collided. He could feel his release approaching soon and without thinking much he snaked his hand down between your bodies. His slender fingertips brushing against your sensitive nub and that only pushed you closer to the edge.

"C'mon little nurse. Won't you help a-oh fuck...a suffering man?" Tsukishima continues to taunt despite how close he was. His fingers rubbing even faster and you couldn't help but tighten around him.

You were too fucked out to even go along with the role play anymore. All you wanted was to feel the release that was approaching quicker and quicker by the second.

"H-Haa baby...I'm close." Tsukishima grunted out and his hips were only able to thrust a few more times before you were coming undone around him. Your hands shooting out to grab onto his shoulders. Your eyes squeezing shut as you tilt your head back and lets out a sinful moan at the way your orgasm crashed into you.

Seeing you like this was all he needed to succumb to his own release and with a sharp cry of your name he finished inside you. His cock twitch ever so often before his body falls on top of yours. Both your heavy pants filled the room for a moment before you let out a chuckle and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Your legs and arms wrapping around him as you placed a soft kiss on his temple.

"Well you were surprisingly more cooperative than I thought you'd be with this." You said in a teasing tone which only caused him to let out a huff.

"I only did it because you wouldn't stop whining about it." Tsukishima murmurs into your neck as he places an affectionate kiss against your skin.

"Says the one who got really into it." You said with a chuckle as you shifted underneath him. There was a brief moment before he sighs and nuzzles into you closer.

"Maybe role playing isn't so bad." He replies with a hum.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋꜱ

ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ

[itsmealaiah]

"Longing"

georg listing x fem! reader

TW: sexual innuendo, profanity, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, p in v sex, fingering, reader being me fr, name-calling, head (reader rec), hair-pulling

Request by anon: HAIIIII ^_^ can you do a Georg x female reader where Georg is writing lyrics for a new Tokio Hotel song and the reader is laying on the bed and watching him from afar? like, watching his fingers move on the pencil and thinking "mm i need those fingers in my pussy fr" hqohsishsoshs sorry i have a soft spot for Georg. 😭

Rating: explicit content ahead, under 15 dni

Word Count: 1.5k

"georg, pleaseee" you whine, watching his eyebrows furrow as he continues to work. "baby, I told you. I have to get this done" he says sternly, keeping his eyes on the paper.

You huff, still lying on your side watching him. You couldn't really help yourself, his brows furrowed and his tongue slightly poking out of his mouth was making a certain heat between your legs flare up, not to even mention, how his fingers were moving so delicately across the paper and guiding the pencil.

You just wanted to feel his fingers in you, was that so bad? To have his tongue flicking your clit while you tugged on his hair begging for more..

You crossed your legs, the heat only growing more intense from your thoughts. You tried not to watch georg, your eyes now glued to the ceiling to try and stop the feverish feeling growing inside you.

You gazed at him quickly, getting a peek of him against your will before turning your gaze back to the ceiling. "You okay baby? you're acting weird" georg spoke, putting the pencil down and looking to meet your eyes. You nodded, taking a deep breath. "You sure? you don't seem like you are" he pressed.

"I'm just hot, that's all" you smiled. "are you done?" you hoped he was, for the sake of the heat between your legs only growing more intense. "not yet, just a bit more to do" he rubbed his face with one hand, yawning. You walked over to him, turning his chair so he was facing you.

You grasped his chin with your fingers, making his head tilt up so your eyes were on each other. "i gotta finish thi-" he started, but you cut him off. "How much do you have left?" he thought for a second. "just a bit of the chorus, why?" you smirked, pulling him off the chair and towards the bed. "baby, i told you, I can't" he sighed.

"please? just for me?" you ask, pouting. "i don't know" he gazes back to his work, your hands already working at getting his shirt off. "we can't" he stops your hands. You lean to whisper in his arm, one arm tugging away from his grip and wrapping around his waist. "one round, please" you beg, whimpering in his ear.

His heart skipped a beat, his body heating up at your noise. You grinned, stripping him of his shirt before he could tell you no, leaving a small kiss on his neck. You laid him on the bed, undoing his pants and tearing them off. You threw them to the side, gazing at him lustfully. You gripped his hair, leaning down to kiss him passionately. You broke the kiss, your eyes lidded heavy with desire, quickly taking off your own clothes as georg stripped himself of his boxers. You both fumbled in the bed, desperate to be skin to skin, and once you were both undressed, he flipped you over, his fingers and head coming to meet your cunt.

You moaned his name, his hot breath fanning over your clit as he stuck his tongue out, licking up a stripe of your wet pussy. Your hands gripped on his hair, a strangled noise coming from georg. He removed your hands, pressing his own against your waist as he increased his pace. His head moved up and down quickly, groans spilling from his mouth and vibrating into your cunt. Your back arched off the bed, his fingers slipping into you. "oh georg" you whimper, his fingers hitting that gummy spot inside you.

Your legs wrap around his head lightly, gently squeezing the sides as he pleasured you. "so fucking sweet" he whimpered, his words causing you to lift up your hips. His tongue flicked against your clit, your legs beginning to shake, completely under his control. He placed them over his shoulders, wet noises filling the room. "oh-oh my god" you whined, fisting the sheets, the material twisting in your grip. He stared into your eyes as he ate you out, taking away his fingers and stimulating your pussy with his tongue. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

Your legs began to shake, a sign you were close. He pulled his head away, teasing you and going to kiss you with his lips coated with your juices. You cringed at the taste of yourself, pulling him away and whining. "why didn't you let me come?" you pout once more. "you took me away from my work, you think you deserve to come?" he chuckles, bringing his fingers back down to your messy cunt. You looked down, seeing his digits slip back into you. "fuck!" you whimpered, hiding your face in georg's shoulder. The tips of his fingers hit your spot mercilessly, your mouth falling open and your head falling backwards as a result. Your walls pulsated around him once again, a warmth heating up in your stomach, ready to snap. Before georg could pull his fingers away, you came, your breathing uneven as you came down from your high.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to your lips. "suck" he demanded, his fingers coated with your slick and your come. You licked them up as he asked, looking at him with wide eyes. He took them out and positioned himself over you, his cock at your entrance. He held your hips, steadying himself. He pushed in slowly, his cock going balls deep and stilling inside, letting your walls adjust to him and his size before he would begin to thrust. "you ready baby?" he asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and stroking it softly. You nodded feverishly, your body on fire.

He began to pump in and out of your pussy, keeping a steady and gentle pace. Your legs wrapped around his bare waist, your heels digging into his lower back as you closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure he was giving you. "so good honey, you're doing so good" he praised, leaning down to kiss you. You moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. He smiled, his tongue delving into it and licking the roof of your mouth. Your arms held on to his muscular ones, his body creating a pace that was so slow and pleasurable you felt like you were going to burst.

His tip ran over your spot, a loud moan emitting from your throat. He broke the kiss, smirking at you. "right there baby?" he teased, angling to the side so he wasn't hitting it anymore. You shook your head, not in the mood to be teased. He grinned, hitting your actual spot once more. You gripped onto him, your limbs wrapping around his body desperately. "g-georg" you moaned, feeling so good inside. He held you close to his body, wrapping his arms around you as he went deeper, hitting your spot so effortlessly it was amazing. Your body quivered and shook in his embrace, getting close to bliss. "i'm so close" you breathed, making sure he heard you. "i know honey, i know. I am too" he said softly, noticing how your walls were beginning to squeeze him.

He continued to thrust sweetly, providing enough pleasure for the both of you. His balls lightly slapped against your ass, not being harsh at all. You cried out his name, your noise revebrating throughout the bedroom. Your walls closed in on him, squeezing and milking his cock harshly. He groaned, getting close to the edge. A knot began to build up in your stomach, creating a delicious feeling inside you. Georg pressed a hand to your lower belly, knowing a certain trick from Tom. "Three fingers below the belly, and the woman comes faster" tom had told him, and he hoped he wasn't lying. He gently applied more pressure, your moans getting louder and higher pitched. You came on him, the knot inside you snapping. He smiled to himself, knowing it had worked.

He continued to thrust, riding out your high. You whimpered, sweaty from the intimacy. It didn't take very long for him to come, his balls tightening and a swelling occuring in his lower belly. He grunted, thrusting one last time before he came. He kissed you sweetly, running his hand over your sweat-sheened face. He wrapped his arms around you, letting you lie on his chest. He grabbed some tissues, cleaning up your cunt and his cock. He kissed your head, murmuring an 'i love you'. You repeated it back, hugging him tightly. He did the same, rubbing your back until you fell asleep. He got up and turned on a fan, trying to keep you cool and to let your body get rid of the sweat.

"night baby" he whispered, knowing he still had to do the lyric writing, but that could wait. Right now, you were the most important thing in his world.

glad to be back, sorry if im rusty 🤍

Taglist 1: @madzandmore @20doozers @cosmicck @itsangelll @tomssexdoll

Taglist 2: @tokio-motel @estxkios @ccbunnv @tomsonlyslut @kqulitzlvr

Taglist 3: @roseroseluvrr @ballhair @cherry-rawr @tomkaulitzsjuicyballs @billsdolliest

Taglist 4: @rvzcvx @tvkiohvtel @lady-haitani @bkaulitzlover

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

hi!! can you please do a nightcrawler x f!reader smut where kurt is a gentle dom and reader is a good submissive pet? i suggest the use of collars, toys and ofc lots or praise from kurt ♡

~Spoiled~

Pairing: Nightcrawler x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: collars, overstimulation heavy, restraints, toys, creampie, unprotected sex, sort of voyeur/exhibitionist (there's a mirror), oral (f receiving), and of course plenty of praise for our darling anon ;)

Genre: it's smut but fluffy too

Summary: Kurt comes home with a new present for you- but he manages to make it a gift for himself too

A/N:Thank you for requesting lovely <3

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"Hello liebling." Kurt says kissing your cheek.

"Hi my love. Welcome home." You smile at him.

"I got you something."

"Really? What is it?"

"Close your eyes." He tells you.

"Oh okay." You hum and close your eyes. You feel something velvety wrap around your throat and you're pretty sure you know what it is before you even open your eyes.

"Alright liebling, open your eyes my dear." Kurt says softly. You can hear the smile in his voice and it brings one to your face as you open your eyes.

Kurt is holding a hand mirror for you to see the prettiest choker sitting against your neck.

"My goodness." You breathe out. The thick black band is lined with lace flowers and teardrop gems dangle from the bottom. In the center, perfectly sitting above the dip in your throat, is a small metal heart with Kurt's name on one side and your name on the other.

"Do you like it?" He asks leaning over your shoulder to see your face.

"Like it? Kurt this is the most perfect thing I've ever seen." You say, gently running your fingertips over the small details.

"I saw one similar and I had this one made for you. It looks even better than I had pictured." Kurt smiles. He runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your chin up. You smile as he leans down and presses his lips to yours gently at first, but the longer you kiss the more intense it gets. Kurt crowds you against the couch, holding himself up using the back of the couch.

"You spoil me." You say into the kiss. Kurt pulls away and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"You deserve it, my sweet little doll." He says.

"Thank you, Kurt. It's gorgeous." You tell him.

"You never need to thank me," Kurt smiles. He leans closer, lowering his tone for the next sentence out of his mouth. "but if you really want to, I'd love to see you in only the collar." He holds out a hand for you. You feel your face heat slightly, immediately picturing what's clearly going to happen next.

You take Kurt's hand and allow him to pull you up from the couch. He leads you down the hall to the bedroom. You try to temper your growing excitement as you make your way through your apartment but it's hard to ignore the anticipation. The thrill of not knowing what will happen next, the guessing and fantasizing of where things could go, your heart rate increases and it makes you antsy in the best way.

"Strip for me, liebling." Kurt kisses the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and then steps back. You're standing in front of the full length mirror that hangs against one wall and you lock eyes with Kurt through the reflection. He's still within arm's length, but far enough that you can move freely.

You tug your hoodie over your head, revealing your bare chest. You can hear the deep inhale from Kurt before you can see him again. Since you were just doing things around the house you didn't bother wearing a bra, accidental pro given where you are now.

"You get more beautiful every day." Kurt sighs, stepping closer to you and kissing your shoulder a number of times.

"Thank you." You smile. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and shimmy them over your hips, letting them drop to your ankles. You step out of them and kick them off to the side before you reach for your panties.

"No, I'll do those." Kurt says, so you drop your hands. His hands come up to your shoulders as he kisses your neck, right above the edge of your new collar.

He trails his fingers down your arms and back up again.

Then down across your collarbone.

Out and around your breasts.

He cups your boobs, letting his thumbs graze your nipples. You gasp, shuddering under his touch, the soft caress tugging deep in your abdomen. He tugs at your hardened nipples and you jolt.

"Fuck-" you moan.

"Pretty girl." Kurt hums. His hands trail over your stomach, over your hips, down your thighs and he drops to his knees, spinning you around to face him. He pulls your panties down your legs and helps you out of them.

"I can't wait to taste you liebling." He practically sighs. Kurt buries his face in your legs, his tongue immediately swirling between your lips. Your head dips back, Kurt has always been- so good at eating you out. He says it's his favorite thing to do, and honestly with the frequency that he does it you're pretty convinced he does it for himself more than you.

Kurt's tongue drags slowly over your clit in maddening circles. He relishes in the desperate moans falling from your open mouth. Savors the sweet intoxication of your scent and taste flooding his senses.

"Kurt- sir, please- you're teasing." You whine.

"Hm I can't help it doll you taste just so- irresistible." Kurt winks at you. Kurt swings one of your legs over his shoulder and continues lapping at your cunt. His tongue is faster now, and you can feel your orgasm building.

"Gods that feels- so good." You groan. Kurt is relentless, slurping and licking intensely and- fuck when you glance down he's staring at you with such heat you can't hold his gaze.

"Cum for me princess, I know you're close." Kurt mutters against you. With a gasp, you feel your body tense at his behest, and your leg shakes as your orgasm hits you. Thank goodness he's holding you up. Kurt stays between your legs until the aftershocks of your release subside. Only once your breathing returns to normal does he slowly stand, kissing and caressing his way up your body.

"Pretty girl." He hums, grabbing your chin gently.

"Thank you."

Kurt leads you to the bed and motions for you to lay down. He walks over to a storage drawer in your room that you guys use to store your toys. You try to guess what he's getting from there, your own curiosity building the longer he's away.

He returns with a pair of fur lined cuffs and something else that he doesn't show you but you sense him set it on the bed next to him.

"Hands up liebling." He says. You put your hands up by the headboard and he straps the cuffs around your wrists, with a spoke from the headboard between your arms, securing you in place. Kurt lets his hand trail down from your bound wrists down your left arm. He continues down your chest, stops to tweak one of your nipples between two fingers, and keeps then drags the digits down your abdomen. At the same time, you can feel his tail sliding up your leg. It settles on your thigh, close enough to your center that you're hyper aware of its weight. Kurt's hand now rests on the other thigh, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"I love looking at you like this, at my mercy, giving me those eyes- just waiting for what I'll do next." Kurt says. He inches his hand higher and you feel one finger slide between your lips. He barely grazes your clit, but you're so sensitive now that you gasp and jerk at the slight touch.

"So beautiful." He hums. "So sensitive." He smiles wickedly. Kurt's hand disappears and you hear buzzing. He's pulled out a toy of some sort and your walls clench in anticipation. Without warning, Kurt presses the vibrator to your clit and the sudden stimulation makes me jolt. You moan loudly, god it feels good. Kurt makes small circles with the toy, it's maddening and your second orgasm is creeping up on you too quickly.

"I- I'm close." You whine.

"Go ahead darling, let go for me, my sweet girl." Kurt coaxes you over the edge and with a cry you cum. Hard. As you start to come down you realize Kurt hasn't moved the toy, it's still circling your clit, and your body reacts by writhing against the bed.

Kurt places a hand over your abdomen, holding you in place. You can't move, you can barely think, your head is fuzzy and the toy pressed against you is fucking mind numbing. Kurt turns the vibrations up, and you squeal as another orgasm hits you. Hits Kurt? That may be more accurate- you squirted.

"Ah there it is. Damn you look gorgeous like this." Kurt hums.

"F-fuck- p-please I- I can't-" You're not even sure what you're trying to ask for but he's still holding the vibrator against your clit and you're drowning in pleasure, struggling to breathe, unable to tell up from down. It's almost too much but you want more and you know Kurt will push until you break. He keeps circling your bundle of nerves until you have at least 2 more orgasms, maybe 3, it could be 4, it's impossible to keep track when all your free brain power is focused on making sure you keep breathing as he toys with you.

Eventually, just when you start to feel like you might die if this goes on, Kurt stops. You take in a deep, shuddering breath as your body finally relaxes. Every muscle in your body feels heavy, your ears feel full of cotton, your head feels empty.

"Can you open your eyes for me pretty girl?" Kurt asks, it sounds muffled but you manage to make it out. You slowly peel your eyes open to look at him. "Good girl. Need to make sure you're still conscious if I'm going to fuck you open now."

"Yeah- I am." You say breathily.

"Perfect." The bed shifts as Kurt settles between your legs. "My god you are absolutely dripping." He says tracing a finger through your wetness. Kurt brings the finger up to his lips and loudly slurps it clean. You hum as he stares you down, he looks so sexy practically drinking your juices from his hand. Kurt sinks into you with his finger still in his mouth and you wish you had a camera in reach to capture the way his eyes roll back and slide shut in pleasure.

He wraps his hands around your legs and his tail curls around your waist.

Without warning Kurt sets a hard rhythm. His hips slam into you over and over. Your back arches towards him as he stretches your inner walls. The drag of his dick against your insides is euphoric. Kurt is a string of grunts and moans that you relish in. You wish he hadn't handcuffed you, you're dying to drag your nails down his back as he fucks you.

Suddenly, Kurt places the vibrator back against your clit and you cry out at the unexpected intensity. Kurt groans, your walls are pulsing around him and fuck does it feel good.

"Gimme one more orgasm princess, wanna feel you cum on my fucking dick." Kurt says through clenched teeth. You groan, deep in your chest as somehow another orgasm hits you. Kurt hisses, relishing in the way you practically choke him. He could stay buried in your warm wet heat forever.

Kurt's rhythm changes as his focus shifts to chasing his own orgasm. His grip on you tightens, his hips snap harder, faster, his face tightens. After a few minutes his movements falter and he lets out a gutteral sound as molten heat spills into you.

 You gasp, then sigh at the familar feeling.

Kurt drops his head, forehead touching yours as he takes deep, steadying breaths. A couple of moments pass before he sits up.

"Let's get you out of these handcuffs, shall we?" He practically whispers, since he still seems to be catching his breath.

"Yes please." You hum. Kurt smiles down at you as he undoes your restraints. You give your arms a bit of a stretch before wrapping them around Kurt, pulling him on top of you.

"Liebling, we need to get up so I can clean up a bit here." He says.

"Can't it wait? I just want to cuddle." You whine. You hate the thought of moving even an inch right now.

"No princess it really can't. You know better than I do that you need to go to the bathroom now and the sheets are a wreck." Kurt says. He doesn't wait for you to agree, he simply teleports the both of you to the bathroom. 

He deposits you on the toilet and runs a bath which he puts you in once you've peed. You sink into the water and Kurt kisses the top of your head before leaving you there. 

Not for long though, he returns after no more than 10 minutes.

"Alright, gonna drain the bath water so you might be cold for a sec." He warns you, although you're too blissed out to really register his words. He pulls you up onto your feet and braces your mostly limp body against his own. He detaches the shower head and rinses you both off. He grabs a towel and dries you both off before carrying you back to bed.

"Now we can cuddle." He says falling onto your now remade bed with you in his arms. "Isn't this better?" He sighs. You have to admit it's much more comfortable to not feel all sticky.

"It's perfect." You sink into his chest and he kisses the top of your head as he tightens his arms around you.

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[viaoverthemoon]

Neighbors

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

I said I would do requests and requests you all shall get!

This one was suggested by my bsf <3 He messaged me when I complained about having no requests and offered this idea! Shout out to bestie!

Summary: You're new in the neighborhood and Leon takes quite a liking to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, taunting/mocking, hair pulling (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Omg, if there are any mistakes, pls don't make fun of me. I just got new nails and it's a little hard to type on my laptop ;-;

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Read at your own risk!!

Enjoy! <3

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You throw the final box into the pile, wiping the sweat off your brow.

The process of moving into your new home has been a long one, but also a necessary one.

The hot sun beams down on your skin, sweat dripping from every crevice. Your muscles are weak and ache for rest. You turn around and look at your new home, a sense of pride coursing through your veins at the fact that you'd managed to complete everything on your own.

You're so deep in your feeling of accomplishment, that your hardly notice the sound of footsteps approaching you.

"Hey!" The sound of a yell catches you off guard, your shoulders jump and you turn around.

You're met with arguably the best eye-candy you've ever laid eyes on. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly framed face and a soft jaw. Kind eyes with a hint of mystery behind them, and those arms were something out of a mafia film. You wanted to take a bite out of them...

You realize your gaze had been wandering longer than society would deem friendly.

You feel your cheeks heat up and shake your head to rid of your less than neighborly thoughts.

"Hi! Sorry about that. I was really in my head I guess."

He looks at you, sheepishly smiling. "No, it was my bad, sweetheart. I didn't mean to startle you," He steps closer and offers his hand for you to shake while trying not to stare at your tits through the transparent shirt. "You must've just moved in. I live next to you. Names Leon Kennedy."

You shake his hand and tell him your name, trying to ignore the increase of your heart rate at the pet name. His smile remains through your interaction. He asks about your interests, your family, your life. And you do the same. You don't get many answers, but regardless, after a few minutes, you both feel rather close to one another.

Leon offers you dinner over at his place another day, which is an offer you can't and won't refuse.

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The day finally came.

You dress in a simple sundress, bringing a bowl of cookies with you as a gift.

Leon answers the door with a bright smile, welcoming you inside of his home.

His home is hardly decorated, but somehow still feels home-y. He explains that his job causes for him to leave on constant business trips, so he never really had time to decorate.

There's a type of tension in the room. It doesn't have a name, or a describable feeling, but it makes the room feel small. Causes the both of you to feel hot. Your conversations are relaxed, but seem to have some kind of unspoken meaning behind each joke.

At one point, you needed a break from the inexplicable heat.

You ask Leon if you can get something to drink from his kitchen. He, of course, says yes and leads you there, pointing to the cabinet that holds the glass cups.

Only, when you stand on your tip-toes to grab a glass, Leon's large physique is suddenly pressed against your back.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, and a small gasp leaves your lips as his lips skim along your ear.

He has you trapped against him, his arms gripping the counter on each side of your waist. You slowly sink back down onto your heels, grabbing the counter as well for support when your legs begin to feel like jelly. "Leon... What are you doing?"

His hands move away from the counter, fingers slowly tracing from your hip to your waist, where it rests as he whispers into your ear.

"I think we can both feel this... feeling between us... So why don't we stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase, sweetheart?"

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Everything seems to be a blur after that.

You only remember Leon's lips on yours, hands wandering and fondling anything he could get his hands on. He'd littered you with hickeys and bruises, slipping off your panties and throwing them off to who knows where.

And now, you lay bent over the arm of his couch, sundress shifted upward over your ass and Leon brutally pounding into you.

Your moans are muffled by the soft cushions of his couch, your hands gripping the fabric for dear life. Your legs have completely given up on you, lying limp and only moving to jerk every time Leon's hips hit yours.

Your hands grip the couch tighter and your pussy clenches around him as you whine out muffled praise.

The sound of skin slapping skin is borderline pornographic, the wet squelching sound only making the atmosphere so much hotter.

Leon grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you up and pressing you back flush against his chest. "What was that, sweetheart? I didn't hear you.."

A loud whimper escapes your lips, your nails scratching the arm of the couch. "Said- Said it feels good! It feels so good, Leon!"

He laughs and you moan when he manages to hit somewhere deep inside of you. "Yeah? Feels really good, huh?" He growls and thrusts into you at a faster pace. You cry out, your legs going numb. And you would've fallen flat on your face if not for Leon's hands that grab your hips.

"Mhm! Yes!" Leon groans as your moans get higher and higher, your toes curling as he try's a new angle, this one causing him to hit that sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

A desperate sob mixed with a cry tears its way out of you. "Right there! Ah! Yes-!"

You writhe in his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. He runs his hands over the sides of your body, gripping so hard you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

His thrusts get sloppy and erratic as he begins to grunt and growl in effort. "So pretty... You gonna cum baby? You gettin' close?"

He mocks you- actually mocks you. His words come out as though he's cooing at you, taunting you. Even though you feel like you should be offended by his tone, instead you feel even more aroused by it.

Your back arches and short, pitiful gasps leave you. "Fuck- Yes! 'm gonna c-cum, Leon! Gonna cum jus' for you-!"

You hardly finish the sentence before your release forces itself out of you. You cry out, electricity flashing though your veins, as your orgasm seeps all over Leon's dick. He somehow cums at the same time as you, heaving a deep and shameless moan.

The both of you take a moment coming down from the high, mouths hung agape, breathing shallow, and covered in sweat.

Leon finally pulls out of you, watching your body twitch while his seed leaks out of you. He glances at your face, seeing your blissed out expression. An amused smirk sits on his lips when you turn to look at him. You want to say something snappy, but your lungs haven't fully recovered. So, you settle for just flicking him off, muttering a small, 'fuck off'.

I think its safe to say, you would be seeing your new neighbor a lot more often... <3

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Omgg This took forever!! Finishing writing and proofreading at 3:20am aND I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE 2PM!!!!

Anywaysss, Hope y'all enjoyed!! <3

Requests are open!! <3

[xomakara]

Fevered Gaze

(re-posting from my old account seulrinnie-rinrin/xomakara-secondary)

SUMMARY | You end up dancing with San and Wooyoung at the club where you can’t help but want them.

PAIRING | San/Reader/Wooyoung

GENRE | smut with no (maybe a little) plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, praising, dirty talk

RATING | Mature

LENGTH | 3957 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Hi.

The moment you step into the club, the pulsating beats of the music envelop you, drawing you deeper into the vibrant atmosphere. As you weave through the crowd, your eyes suddenly lock onto two figures across the room - Wooyoung and San. Their presence is magnetic, effortlessly commanding the attention of everyone around them. Wooyoung’s infectious energy is palpable, his laughter resonating above the music, while San’s cool, confident demeanor adds an intriguing contrast. You find yourself mesmerized, unable to tear your gaze away from the dynamic duo.

You watch as they move to the rhythm, their bodies in perfect sync with the beat. Wooyoung’s fluid, almost effortless dance moves are captivating, each one executed with a charisma that seems to light up the entire room. San, on the other hand, exudes a more subtle allure, his movements precise and deliberate, exuding a quiet intensity that draws you in even further. The synergy between them is undeniable, and you can't help but be fascinated by the way they complement each other so seamlessly.

"Are you thinking about getting some later?" a low voice purrs in your ear, breaking your trance. You glance over your shoulder, startled to see your friend, Yunho, sitting beside you.

You laughed and continued to look at the people on the dance floor. "Not with you."

"Oof, my heart." Yunho placed a hand over his heart in exaggeration. "So...Wooyoung and San?" he asked curiously.

You nodded in response, still staring at the two men dancing, taking everything in with unblinking intensity. "They're...they're amazing together."

Yunho tilted his head, confused. "What makes them amazing? The way they moved?"

"It's like they know exactly what the other wants without saying a word." You shook your head. "There was something so sensual and sexy about it."

"Uh huh, keep it in your pants girl." He nudged your side playfully, making you snort out loud before shrugging him off. "Whatever floats your boat I guess."

"Oh come on, it doesn't hurt to dream." You batted your eyelashes innocently.

"Dreams don't float unless you're wearing a life vest. Now go, have fun, we'll leave when I'm done drinking this bottle."

"Yes, sir." You saluted Yunho with a wink, before striding towards the two men. As you drew closer, the bass notes of the song suddenly rose, the throbbing vibrations penetrating your skin until your whole body felt as though it was buzzing. Your mouth went dry and your heartbeat increased as you approached them. Without even realizing it, your eyes were now fixed firmly on San, studying every line of his body. He shifted slightly, his back muscles flexing underneath his tight white t-shirt, making your lips part involuntarily. Wooyoung noticed your hesitation and grinned, flashing those dimples of his that made your knees weak. He gestured for you to join them on the dance floor, the seductive way he held his body swaying provocatively in time to the beat pulling you towards him.

"Yo, Y/N! Let's go!" he shouted enthusiastically, beckoning you closer with one finger. "Come dance with us."

"Wooyoung, you know I'm not the best dancer." You laughed, grabbing onto his hand to pull yourself close.

"I don't care, come dance with me anyway." He turned to face San, lifting his arm for you to join them. His voice rumbled through your body, sending chills down your spine. You gulped loudly, taking in the intoxicating scent of his cologne as he leaned closer to you. His warm breath caressed your cheek and neck, igniting the flame inside of you that you had long since forgotten existed.

San didn't say anything as he took your hands, wrapping his arms around you possessively. His gentle touch sent tingles through your entire body, leaving you feeling weak and vulnerable. You instinctively curled your fingers into his hair, holding on tightly as he pulled you against him. Wooyoung wrapped his free arm around your waist, gently resting his hand on the small of your back. You gazed up at him, drinking in his handsome features, wondering how it was possible for someone so perfect to exist in real life.

You forgot all about Yunho as the three of you began moving to the beat, losing yourself in the music. As the night wore on, the alcohol started to hit you hard, loosening your inhibitions and leaving you feeling relaxed and comfortable. Before you knew it, you found yourself sandwhiched between the two men, swaying to the music in a sea of strangers, losing yourself in their embrace. Your thoughts wandered, wondering what would happen if things continued the way they were.

There was no denying the tension between you, a sexual energy simmering beneath the surface that seemed impossible to ignore. As you glanced up from your train of thought, your eyes caught sight of Yunho with wide eyes before giving you a nod to continue with whatever you were doing. A smile spread across your face as you returned your focus to the men pressed against you. This was the kind of intimacy you craved, the feeling of being totally connected to another person, just like Wooyoung had said.

Your heart sped up as San nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply as his warm lips lingered briefly before pressing into your skin again. His hips rocked slowly against yours, gradually increasing the pressure as the music played on. Your breathing became labored, the sound of your heavy exhales filling the air. A sense of desperation fills your mind, driving you to find release. It was only then that you realized that neither man had taken their hands off you since you'd joined them on the dance floor. Suddenly, you found yourself needing their touch more than ever, wanting desperately to feel them hold you, to experience their bodies rocking against yours once more. You ran your tongue along the edge of your bottom lip, trying to control your racing pulse. You wondered idly what the two of them must think of you right now. Did they feel the same way you did? Did they desire you the way you desired them?

You closed your eyes and breathed in the musky scent of their bodies, enjoying the feeling of their hot breath warming your neck. In an instant, a thought came rushing back to you: If you were to act upon your desires, would it ruin the friendship between you? Would they lose respect for you or reject you in favor of the other? You opened your eyes quickly, pushing aside those intrusive thoughts. They could do whatever they wanted after this night. Right now, you were determined to enjoy the ride and stop caring about the consequences. Besides, there wasn't any turning back now. With their heads buried in your neck, the two men were oblivious to your internal conflict. Wooyoung tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he groaned softly, pressing his pelvis into yours. San wrapped his arms around you, leaning forward to kiss your temple as he lightly bit your earlobe. A familiar warmth grew in your lower stomach, spreading outward until you could barely contain your lustful desire.

Every fiber of your being ached for them, calling out to them, begging them to claim you. Every cell in your body yearned for them, longing for them to fill your soul with complete satisfaction. You couldn't deny it anymore. You wanted them. And you weren't going to let either of them get away.

When San broke away from your neck, you felt his lips press against the crook of your jaw, his body now flush against yours as he pushed you backward. You shivered under his heated stare, remembering how beautifully intimate his lips had been against your own.

"I want you," he whispered hoarsely.

The words sent a rush of heat coursing through your body, causing your nipples to harden painfully. You looked up at him through hooded lids, biting your lip anxiously as he gently lifted your chin.

"I want you too." Wooyoung echoed his confession in a husky voice, nipping at your bottom lip as he captured your gaze.

You responded immediately, slipping your hands into their pockets, closing your eyes and reaching out for them. You gripped their clothes, silently pleading with them to take you home, to give you what you wanted. You weren't sure how much longer you could wait. 

"Take me home. Please." You pleaded quietly.

As if reading your mind, Wooyoung released you, taking one of your hands. San took your other hand, and you felt their fingers interlock as you followed them toward the exit of the club. As soon as they reached their car, they pulled you against them, kissing you deeply as they led you to the passenger seat. Unable to resist, you fisted both of their shirts, burying your face into their chests, soaking in the soft, masculine scent of their colognes.

"Baby, let's wait until we get home," Wooyoung suggested, drawing away to give you a wicked grin.

"I don't know if I can wait that long..." You mumbled in reply, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"Yes, you can." San teased, rubbing your thigh suggestively as he slid into the driver's seat.

"Maybe we should stay here and fuck in the backseat instead?" You moaned seductively.

"Oh, baby...you're so bad." Wooyoung replied playfully. "But there's not enough room in the car."

"I'd rather have you writhing beneath us in bed, moaning my name while I fuck you senseless," San said, placing a hand on your leg. "That's what I really want."

It took but minutes to get to your apartment, closing the door behind them with a resounding thud. You led both men towards your bedroom, feeling each one's eyes on your body as you unbuttoned your black mini dress. Taking their hands, you guided them to sit on the edge of your bed, letting your dress fall to the ground, revealing your black lace bra and matching panties.

"Like what you see?" You asked huskily, licking your lips.

"Fuck, yes." San breathed.

Wooyoung nodded eagerly. "I think I died and went to heaven."

"I can't be the only one with no clothes." You pouted as you stood in front of them, looking sexier than you had ever felt before. You unclasped your bra, tossing it aside as the two men admired your naked chest. You hooked your fingers in the sides of your panties, dropping them to the floor without removing your gaze from theirs. "What are you waiting for?"

"Shit, Baby...you're killin' me here," Wooyoung moaned, getting undressed as fast as he possibly could. "San, you don't mind if I go first, right?"

"Of course not," San answered easily, tugging his shirt off. "I'll take my time with her later."

"Thank you." Wooyoung breathed.

San moved from the bed to sit in the chair next to your dresser. He watched as Wooyoung pulled you against him, running his hands over your exposed body, marveling at the feel of your silken skin. Slowly, he inched his mouth upward, tracing light kisses over your breasts before moving downward, stopping to nibble on your nipple. His tongue circled your hardened bud, eliciting a loud moan from you as he toyed with it gently, flicking his tongue over its tip every so often. You gasped and bucked against him as he continued, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as he swirled his tongue around the underside of your breast, teasing you mercilessly.

"Jesus, Wooyoung, I'm gonna die if you keep this up." You whimpered.

"Just trying to give San a good show, baby." Wooyoung explained, laughing.

You let out a moan as he shifted his lips to your other breast, sucking hungrily on it. Each time he bit down on it, you could feel a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to your core. You clutched his head tightly in your hands, not wanting to let him go. "Please, Wooyoung..." You begged.

His answer was slow and firm, biting down harder on your nipple as his hand kneaded the other breast.

"Tell us how you're feeling, kitten." You heard San asked from his seat.

"Good. Very good." You sighed, your body beginning to tremble with anticipation.

Wooyoung gave you a quick peck on the lips before his attention returned to your throbbing nipples. Moving his lips slowly downwards, he grazed his teeth lightly against your skin, making you squirm. One hand left your breast to stroke your stomach, lingering momentarily on your navel before returning to tease your nipples some more. His thumb found your clit and began circling it delicately, coaxing a small moan from you as he leaned back slightly. "Do you like it when I bite down?" He murmured.

"Yes, please, oh god...yes." You moaned. Wooyoung lifted you up and positioned you on the bed to lie down, your head near the foot of your mattress. When he bent over to kiss you again, you arched your back and moaned loudly as he thrust his tongue inside your mouth. He grinned impishly as he ran his fingers down your torso, tracing gentle circles over your stomach, gently stroking the insides of your thighs. He stopped when he reached your sensitive spot, giving you a few gentle taps before moving up your body again. Once more, he found your clit, slipping a finger inside you as he sucked your nipple into his mouth. "Does that feel good?" He whispered in your ear.

"Y-yes!" You stuttered. The sensations he was creating within you were becoming almost unbearable. You gripped the sheets and turned your head to look at San who was currently cupping his hard on. "You want me to suck on it?" You asked breathlessly.

"Not yet, kitten." San moaned when he heard you speak. "Let Wooyoung make you feel good first."

A low chuckle escaped Wooyoung's lips as your nipple slipped free from his mouth. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every inch of your skin along the way. You writhed underneath him, desperate to feel him touch you. As he reached your center, you whimpered, unable to form coherent words. He looked up at you, his eyes dark and smoldering. "Say something, baby."

"Please, Wooyoung..." You managed to choke out. "Eat me. Fuck me with your mouth."

"Anything you say, baby." Wooyoung replied sweetly. He smiled slyly, his hand caressing your inner thigh as he looked up at you again. "How does our little Y/N taste? Like strawberries or raspberries? Or do you taste a little different from those fruits?"

"Why don't you find out? Use your tongue and discover." You purred, pushing yourself against his hand.

With that, he leaned in and placed the tip of his tongue on your clit, slowly trailing it upwards to swirl around your opening. Your body jerked and trembled uncontrollably as he flicked his tongue back and forth across your pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout your body. Your breathing became rapid and shallow as he kept doing it, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of his movements. With each passing second, your hips started thrusting involuntarily. You moaned loudly, your head falling backwards as you surrendered to the sensation that was coursing through your body. Finally, he let his tongue slip inside you, swirling quickly around your inner walls, twirling around your sensitive clit.

"Wooyoung...god, it feels so good." You panted breathlessly, gripping the sheets.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he moans, before sucking your clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks and circles, driving you wild. You thread your fingers through his dark hair, holding him to you as you buck your hips.

San kneels beside you, his hands roaming over your body as he kisses a path along your collarbone. "You like that, kitten? Want more?" he teases, his breath warm against your ear.

You can only nod, overcome with pleasure as Wooyoung continues to devour you. You feel San's hand slide between your bodies, his fingers joining his tongue. He thrusts them inside you, curling them to find that sweet spot that has you crying out.

"That's it, beautiful," Wooyoung encourages, looking up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. "Come all over my face. I want to taste you."

His words send you over the edge, your back arching as you cry out in ecstasy. Wooyoung laps at your juices, groaning in appreciation as you came. You're sensitive and breathless, but the feeling of satisfaction is immense.

San then moves to position you on the bed. "Now it's my turn to taste you," he says, his voice husky. "Get on your knees, Y/N."

You do as he says, feeling deliciously naughty as you present yourself to him. He runs his hands over your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh before giving each cheek a sharp smack that makes you moan.

"Such a beautiful sight," he groans, his fingers tracing the outlines of your pussy lips. "So fucking wet for me already."

He dives in, his tongue teasing your entrance before sliding inside, mimicking the thrust of a cock. You moan, resting your forehead on Wooyoung's legs as you ride his face, grinding against him until you come once more. Wooyoung bites his lips as he watches San eating you out, his cock getting hard.

You whimper at the sight of Wooyoung's thick cock, your mouth watering. You lean forward, capturing the head with your lips, swirling your tongue around the smooth, purple tip. Wooyoung groans, threading his fingers through your hair as you suck him deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm.

"You look so fucking hot like this, taking Wooyoung's cock so deep," San muttered against your pussy. "Is this what you want, Y/N? To have Wooyoung fuck your pretty mouth while I eat you out?"

"Yes! Please...more," you cried out.

San paused for a moment before answering, "Good girl." Then, without warning, he plunged his tongue inside you, grazing your g-spot.

"Oh god...please...fuck...don't stop." You beg, clawing at Wooyoung's leg as you're rocked by the force of his assault on your sensitive areas.

"Come on, don't forget me." Wooyoung slapped his cock against your cheek. "Show me how much you love my cock."

You opened your mouth wide, taking him inside, sucking and stroking him expertly. Wooyoung watched as you pleased him, letting his hands wander down to your breasts where he squeezed and fondled them roughly. You're happy to oblige, pulling him deeper inside you as you suck harder. You reach between your legs, stroking your clit, San still eating you out as Wooyoung moans in response. Your orgasm is fast approaching, building up behind your closed eyelids.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." Wooyoung grunted, closing his eyes. "Ah, baby, swallow my load. Take it all down."

As soon as he said those words, you came at the same time as Wooyoung let out his load in your mouth, your juices coating San's lips. You gasped, catching your breath as your body came down from its high. "Holy shit," you managed to mutter, pushing away from San but he held tight to your hips.

"I want to feel your pussy around my cock now." San muttered. You feel the head of his dick at your entrance, and you push back eagerly. San grabs your hips, pulling you onto him as he sinks deep with a single thrust. You cry out, loving the feeling of finally being filled by him.

He starts to move, his hips snapping as he pounds into you. Wooyoung reaches around, squeezing your breast as he rolls your hard nipple between his fingers. You're overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure coiling tight in your core again.

"Fuck, you're so tight," San grunts, his hands bruising your hips as he holds you in place. "Take it, baby. Take my cock."

You cry out with each thrust, begging for more. Wooyoung moves one of your hands down to your clit, guiding you as you circle your bud. The combination of their touch and your fingers sends you spiraling towards the edge once more. "More, San...more..." You plead, barely able to form a sentence.

San answers with another deep thrust, pushing you closer to climax. Your mind explodes with pleasure, colors mixing together until you see nothing but white light. A blissful wave hits you, sending your whole body into spasms.

"I'm gonna cum!" you cry, your walls clenching around San's shaft.

"Cum for me, baby," he encourages, his voice strained. "Milk my cock, take what you need."

You explode around him, your juices flowing as your body shakes with the force of your orgasm. San groans, still thrusting as he chases his own release. "Fuck, I'm close. Gonna fill that tight pussy, flood it with my cum."

His words send you over again, your sensitive walls milking him for all he's worth. San slams into you a few more times before he stiffens, roaring out his release. You feel his hot seed spilling inside you, his cock twitching with each pulse.

He pulls out slowly, and you turn to face him, kissing him deeply as you taste yourself on his lips. Wooyoung joins the kiss, both trying to claim your mouth.

"That was incredible, but I want more," Wooyoung whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel that tight grip around my cock now."

San helps you straddle Wooyoun'g lap, guiding his friend's erect length to your entrance. You sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch until you're fully seated.

Wooyoung groans, his hands gripping your hips as he starts to move. "So fucking tight. It's unbelievable," he pants, his eyes rolling back as he enjoys the sensation.

You rise and fall, bouncing on his lap as San kneels before you, sucking your sensitive nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the bud. You moan, grinding your hips as you chase another climax.

"That's it, beautiful," San encourages. "Ride his cock, take your pleasure."

You lean back, bracing your hands on Wooyoung's thighs as you change the angle and find that sweet spot deep within. His eyes widen, and he bucks his hips wildly. "Fuck, I'm close! Keep going, baby!"

You ride him harder, your walls contracting around him as another orgasm builds. "Cum with me," you pant, feeling yourself spiraling upwards.

Wooyoung grips your hips tightly, his body tensing as he follows you over the edge. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he yells, his cock throbbing as he spills his release inside you.

You collapse forward, Wooyoung's arms wrapping around your shoulders as he kisses your neck tenderly. You feel blissed out and sated, but the night is far from over. These two gorgeous men are yours to enjoy, and you plan on savoring every moment.

The evening unfolds in a blur of passionate sex, dirty talk, and shared pleasure. You lose count of how many times you climax, each orgasm more intense than the last. San and Wooyoung are generous lovers, ensuring you're satisfied before taking their own pleasure.

As the night stretches on, you find yourself sandwiched between their muscular bodies, their cocks nestled against your skin. You feel protected and adored, surrounded by their heat and the scent of sex.

Wooyoung's fingers trace lazy patterns on your bare skin, his breath evening out as he dozes. San presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, his arms tight around you.

You smile, content and fulfilled in a way you've never experienced before. This is what you've wanted, what you've fantasized about, and it's exceeded all your expectations.

As you drift off to sleep, you know tonight is just the beginning.

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction

Chapter Twenty Six - The Dove Waltz

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The tinny music box in Miroh didn’t even hold a candle to how the live band sounded while playing traditional Waltz music. 

It was a different song flooding the hall but the tempo was the same. Honestly, you were a bit happy the song was different, the last one got old after the first hundred times you did the dance with Minho and Seungmin. 

Seungmin’s arm wraps around you and rests on your hip while the other grabs your hand tightly. You can’t take your eyes off his even if you tried, they’re so sharp.

Even from underneath the mask, you can see how his eyebrows twitch and threaten to pull together. The corners of his lip move towards a frown but he snaps out of it, gulping and rolling his shoulders back. 

“You are going to do magnificent,” he whispers, pulling you chest to chest with him. 

Your nerves feel so frayed, your heart is your throat. This is it, Y/N. You have two chances to get this key. 

So much rides on this. 

After a swell in the music, Seungmin takes the first step forward. Your muscles act on their own and begin to follow the dance. 

The entire circle spins around in the dance. From what you can see in your peripheral vision, it’s magnificent. You almost wish you could just be one of the bystanders watching along the edge of the ballroom. 

Four box steps. 

Seungmin’s grip on your hand changes, he spins you out gracefully, then winds you back into him. 

His lips are by your ear when you come back to him, they brush against the sensitive skin. The fabric of his suit presses into your exposed shoulders and back. 

Both of you lean away from each other in the dance, your head turning and looking up at him. Has his eyes left you once?

The farther you get into the dance, the tighter his jaw gets. 

Leaning back to center, you lift your arms above your head, moving them around and out to the side. He leads you in a spin back to the waltz position. 

Instead of grabbing your hip, his hand splays over your lower back. Your free hand’s fingers interlock before he leans you back. 

The weight of the dress is something you never accounted for when dancing, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. 

Your head falls back in the dip. 

Seungmin leans down further. His lips press right into the dip of your throat in between your collarbones. Your entire body jolts in surprise, electricity shoots down into your fingertips. 

A tiny gasp parts open your lips. 

“You will come back to me, my love.” He says for your ears only. 

You gulp, you’re sure he felt and saw it. 

Seungmin lifts you back up from the dance with taut muscles. He hesitates only for a split second before spinning you away into the arms of a stranger. 

The next handful of people in the circle are a blur of faces you will never remember. Maybe they’ll be one of those people you see in your dreams and wonder where you’ve seen that face before. 

Each of them smell like varying combinations of tobacco, musk, and brandy. Some are more pleasant than others. 

Luckily none of them try to talk to you. They just wear content smiles upon their cookie cutter faces and twirl you away to the next waiting man. 

With each partner, your heart rate increases. 

Sparing a glance to your right, you see Lord Tybesin’s gold mask reflect the light in the room. He’s your next partner. 

Your current partner spins you out and back in. 

Left jacket pocket, Y/N. Its easy. 

If you can pickpocket Lee Minho, you can pickpocket Tybesin Faefiel. 

You’re dipped down politely and brought back up before you’re spun off into the waiting arms of Inuin’s ambassador. 

In a calculated manner, you place both of your hands on his chest instead of in the waltz position. He doesn’t seem to hesitate in putting his own grubby hands on your waist. 

The key is still in the same pocket. 

You both move into the first box step. 

“And there is the lady of the night.” He smirks. “I was counting down the partners until I saw your face.”

Lord Tybesin’s eyes flicker over your shoulder for a moment and then back to your face. 

“Plus, now we do not have any prying eyes.”

Second box step. 

You giggle and play with the fabric of his lapel. “Oh, my lord, you flatter a woman like me too much.”

“Nay, I believe you are just not accustomed to being praised and worshiped as you should be.”

Third box step. 

Over and over again in your head you tell yourself to lean into this fake role. 

“And how exactly should I be worshiped, my lord?”

You bat your eyelashes at him and gaze deeply into his icy eyes. His lids droop a bit and his face darkens a bit. 

His fingers fiddle with the strings on your corset. 

Last box step. 

You bite your lip, he watches it. 

“Lady Sigyn, the ways I believe you should be worshiped are not words for polite company.”

A chill rips down your spine and you shudder. From Tybesin’s perspective, it could be perceived as arousal, but it was anything but. 

Swallowing your disgust, you twirl out and back in. Despite your instincts telling you not to, you press your body backwards as much as your poofy dress would allow. 

A low hum comes from his chest in approval. Your skin crawls.

Both of you lean away from one another.  

“You underestimate me, Lord Tybesin. I am not as good as a girl as you take me for.”

He chuckles in your ear. 

When you come back to center, he whispers in your ear, “You are exactly how I like my women, Lady Sigyn.” 

Thank The Six he can’t see your face, it twists into something nasty. 

At the same time, you look across the circle and meet two searing brown eyes, staring you down from the other side of the dance floor. 

Seungmin’s jaw is so taut, his lips are pulled thin. 

Lord Tybesin pulls your arms above your head while you keep eye contact with Seungmin. 

“The things I could do for you.” Your heart jumps in your chest at his tone. “I can only imagine how sweet you taste.”

Finally, you tear away from Seungmin’s gaze to continue the dance, twirling out and then back in.

One of his hands comes up to grab the back of your neck while the other goes down to your waist.  

Even with all the antics you pulled, neither Seungmin nor Minho ever grabbed you like this for the dip. Your stomach twists in knots as his clammy hands grip you tighter. 

He dips you downwards, your head tilts back while your entire body tenses up with anxiety. Tybesin’s fingers curl around the back of your neck and dig into your skin. 

The grab sends your brain into a crazy frenzy, you feel like a caged animal; like some sort of prey backed into a corner. It’s a possessive and domineering grab.

The dagger attached to your thigh feels like it's burning against your skin, just begging to be used and plunged into his chest.

“No inch would be left untouched, my lady.”

Your stomach flips.

Before you can even gather your wits to attempt to take the key, Tybesin brings you back up from the dip. Your noses brush together, you fight against the recoil your body tries to make.

“A beautiful lady like you needs a wealthy, powerful man like me.”

Without a response, you’re twirled away from him.

No, no, no.  

When the next partner grabs you, your brain is barely there. His disgusting words are swirling around your brain and making your skin crawl. It feels like tiny bugs are running around the back of your neck. 

Ghost-like fingers curl on your neck where his did, it’s like you can still feel his hold.

Partner after partner intercepts you and leads you through the Dove Waltz, you do not register any of them.

Perhaps on their end, you meet their eyes and look like an active participant, but your mind has been shoved down into a deeper place where you can zone out and try to forget his words. 

Additionally, the weight of not getting the key on the first try weighs heavily on your shoulders.

Rage tickles up your spine, seeping through your senses. 

It’s not until a familiar warmth latches onto your arms that your eyes register the person in front of you.

“Sigyn,” Seungmin hushes. Taking the first step in the dance, his head cranes down to look you in the eye.

“He is filth .” Your teeth are bared when you respond with a shaky voice. 

Seungmin takes in your expression carefully, by his wide eyes, you can tell that he is taken aback for a moment, but his face morphs back to an unreadable one. 

“I saw how he touched you,” he growls. The grip on both your hand and waist tightens. The firmness of his touch grounds you and brings you out of the rage-filled haze that you had fallen into. 

“I can still feel it,” you admit under your breath. Seungmin’s eyes snap over to Lord Tybesin, his own anger pooling in them. 

“Perhaps I might need my dagger back.”

“Not yet.”

He looks back down at you, leading you into the fourth box step.

“You did not get it?”

You shake your head. “Nay, I was too blinded by my anger.”

Seungmin nods, his arms move and he spins you out, then back into his chest. With both of his arms around you, even more of the nerves fizzle away. His cheek presses against the side of your head, lips right by your ear.

“Make him regret his actions.”

A shiver shoots down your spine.

Both of you lean to the side, Seungmin stares deeply into your eyes.

Back to center, your arms go above your head and then out to the side. 

“Use this beautiful anger of yours, my lady.” 

Seungmin spins you out to the side, then back to him. His hand rests on your waist to support the dip, but his other comes up and slides right into the split of your skirt and immediately latches onto your bare leg.

A gasp tears from your throat.

His large hand wraps around your thigh and squeezes possessively for a moment before it runs down and grabs your knee. Seungmin lifts your leg up through the slit to brush up against his own clothed hip.

Your head doesn’t tilt back to look at the ceiling. Instead, you maintain direct eye contact the entire time.

“You belong to us.” His words are low when they come out of his mouth, lips pulled in a snarl. 

Seungmin lifts you out of the dip and twirls you away before you can think about it any more. 

Now your heart was racing for an entirely different reason. But your nerves were steeled. You were not going to let Tybesin get the best of you this time around, of that you were sure. 

That key was going to be in your hand by the end of this dance.

When his mask glints in the corner of your vision again, you’re ready. 

You’re spun into his waiting arms which wrap around you like a cage. Again, you rest your hands on his chest.

“We meet again, Lady Sigyn.” He’s so coy and smug, you wish you could slap him.

“So it seems, Lord Tybesin.” Your response back to him is immediately. “I could not get enough of you, I had to come back for more.”

“That is not the first time I have been told that.” He leans in further towards you, Tybesin’s eyes flicker down to your lips, your chest, then back to your face.

Your head tilts to the side innocently. “If you keep looking at me that way, my lord, I am going to start thinking impure thoughts.”

One of his eyebrows cocks up. “Is that so?”  He leans in further. “I have been staring at you all night, more specifically your dress.”

Your hand creeps over to the opening of his jacket.

“My dress, my lord?”

“Aye, I was wondering what it would look like on my bedroom floor.”

Is he serious? You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the terrible line. You’ve heard better from the drunkards at the tavern. 

Nonetheless, you giggle. “Oh, how naughty you are, my lord.” Your entire hand slithers into his suit jacket. He doesn’t react. 

“You have heard nothing yet, Lady Sigyn.” His nose brushes against yours. Is he going to try and kiss you?

If he does…

Closer and closer your fingers inch closer to the key. You feel the metal against your fingertips. You’re so close, you can taste the victory on the tip of your tongue. 

“Would you make my body sing, my lord?”

“I would make you scream .”

You do it all at once, in one fluid motion. 

Tybesin goes to twirl you out of his arms, as you unfurl from his body, you nimbly grab the key and slide it out of his pocket.

In the time it takes you to spin back into him, you flip the key around and tuck it into the corsage around your wrist. 

By The Six… please .

Tybesin makes no move as if he’s clocked what happened, he continues the dance, with his body as close to yours as possible. 

You just want him away from you. You have the key, can’t you make a run for it?

The two of you lean to the side and then back to center. 

“Won’t you come visit my room tonight, Lady Sigyn?” He whispers in your ear.

Both of your arms are brought above your head. And, just like last rotation, you lock eyes with Seungmin across the circle from you. 

He looks up at your wrist quickly, he sees the metal glint in the light and a beautiful, sly smile stretches across his lips. 

“I will have to think about it, my lord,’ you answer plainly. Your entire tone shifts now that the mission is over. But, you know you need to see it through to the end. “Perhaps a morning visit is safer, when Lord Skye is fast asleep.”

You’re spun out, and then back to the waltz position. “Such a clever dove, you are.”

Tybesin grabs you the exact same way, fingers on the back of your neck making you feel like a cat being picked up by it’s scruff.

He dips you backwards and takes a bold move.

Disgustingly warm, wet lips press right below your collarbones. 

A bolt of anger pangs through your body and you want to scream and kick him as hard as possible. Your mind blanks for a heartbeat as you try to pull yourself back into your right mind.

Play the part, play the part, play the part.

You’re stoic as Tybesin brings you back up to him with the most smug look on his face. One solid punch is all you need, one quick right hook to the jaw would bring you more joy than anything else in this world.

But you keep it all to yourself.

“I look forward to it.”

You’re spun away.

The key in your corsage.

You did it. You did it .

A pure jubilant feeling blossoms within your chest. It feels like an elephant is lifted off of your shoulders. 

There’s an extra pep in your step with every other partner you dance with for the remainder of the dance. You twirl and spin around as if you have no other care in the world.

Who cares how silly and floaty you look, you achieved your mission and can finally enjoy this dance the way you were meant to!

Man after man leads you around the circle.

The music hits a final swell, a final curl through the air.

Your final spin is stopped by a pair of strong hands gripping yours so firmly you think it might bruise. Seungmin stares down at you with black eyes, the color of them so dark it makes your heart stutter.

The music cuts off with the final note of the song.

The entire ballroom erupts in applause. 

“Seung– Lord Skye?” You ask with furrowed brows.

He holds you against him so closely. There’s not even an inch of room between the two of you. 

Seungmin says nothing, he continues to watch you as the applause dies down.

Couples begin leaving the dancefloor and mingling with one another once more. The traditional Dove Waltz has completed. 

What’s wrong? Did something happen? You can still feel the key tucked away in your corsage. Did Tybesin notice? Is he looking for you?

Your head turns to look around the ballroom for the ambassador.

With razor sharp quickness, Seungmin reaches out and grabs your chin and brings your face back to his. 

“Eyes on me, only me. Do you hear me?” He sounds lethal .

Your eyes widen and your mouth parts open. His grip on your chin tightens.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you answer quickly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I hear you.”

“Good girl.”

Your agape mouth snaps shut.

Those words go right through you. It’s alarming the effect they have on you. 

You’ve always prided yourself on being a big, strong warrior who doesn’t take shit from anyone. But hearing Seungmin say that to you makes your knees feel wobbly all of a sudden. 

Seungmin moves quickly. His hand moves from your chin down to snatch your wrist. He turns on his heel and storms out of the ballroom with you in tow. 

Bodies blur past you, they all are blobs of color in your peripheral vision as Seungmin leads you through the throng. Voices mesh into a chorus of nothing.

The only thing you see is the back of Seungmin’s head. Your feet stutter in place a bit, he only tugs your wrist tighter, walking faster.

He drags you out of the ballroom and through winding hallways. The more steps you take, the further you get away from the crowd. 

SIlence begins creeping up on you. There’s a slight ringing in your ears from the absence of sound after being surrounded in it for so long.

You’re led up a flight of stairs and down another, even quieter, hallway.

Seungmin stops abruptly, you almost walk into his back.

He spins around and brings your wrist up level with his eyes, he slips the key out of the corsage and turns back to the door in front of him. His one hand never releases your wrist. 

With frightening speed, he unlocks the door and pushes open the door. He yanks your wrist and throws you into the office before him.

Because of the shoes you’re wearing, your balance isn’t the best so you stumble inside and catch yourself at the last minute before toppling over.

“By The Six!” You hiss, trying to keep your voice down. “What has gotten into y–” You spin around to yell at the rogue but your voice catches when you see him.

He’s stalking towards you, the door shutting behind him. Nimble fingers latch the lock of the door with a loud click. 

His hand shoots out and wraps around your throat, fingers pressing into the skin harshly, but not tight enough to cut off any oxygen supply– just enough to have a firm hold on you.

Seungmin yanks you forward towards him at the same time he takes a step closer, meeting you in the middle.

Like a man possessed, his face dips down to capture your mouth.

His lips press against yours so harshly you’re surprised your teeth don’t clack together. A surprised moan comes from your mouth and is swallowed by his. 

The shock only gives you pause for two heartbeats before you’re kissing Seungmin back with an equal amount of passion and hunger.

He’s feverishly kissing you. Lips gliding over yours, trying to devour your very being. 

Seungmin breaks the kiss only for a second to rip his mask off his face, throwing it to the side and then capturing your lips once more. His fingers grip your throat even tighter, your arms wrap around his neck and keep him closer to you.

“Where did he touch you?” he growls against your mouth. 

Keeping your lips locked together, you grab his hand on your throat and maneuver it around to the back of your neck where Tybesin’s was previously.

“Here,” you say quickly before capturing his lips once more. 

Seungmin’s tongue slithers out and dances against yours. 

He tastes like champagne, the same one you had been drinking all night. He sucks on your own tongue for a moment before twirling them around one more.

Hot, heavy exhales sound out between kisses.

Seungmin’s fingers curl around the back of your neck like Tybesin’s did, bringing your face impossibly closer to his. His touch is entirely different.

His possessiveness of you was intoxicating. 

Your fingers thread up his hair on the back of his head, pulling harshly to ground yourself. Seungmin moans into your mouth, his free hand groping at your waist over your corset.

“These fucking layers ,” he hisses against your lips.

With your lips locked together, Seungmin walks you backwards until you hit something hard against the back of your legs. 

The desk.

Seungmin tears himself off your mouth. With frightening strength, he spins you around and bends you over the top of the wooden desk. Papers crinkle underneath your weight as you plant your elbows down to hold your body up. 

He towers over the back of you, one hand still on the back of your neck.

With his chest against your back, Seungmin mouths at the shell of your ear. His other hand rucks your skirt around in search of the slit.

“I could not stand seeing his hands all over you.” 

He speaks so low, it rumbles deep within his chest. 

His warm fingers find the split in the fabric and grab at your thigh desperately. His nails dig into your skin. Involuntarily, your back arches and your hips press backwards.

Because of all the layers of tulle and velvet between the two of you, you’re not able to feel anything. But, by the way Seungmin’s hips rut back into you, the pressure of having you press back was just as delicious.

“You belong to Miroh. You are ours .”

Seungmin’s hand slides up and grabs the dagger on your thigh. 

You can hear the sound of the metal sliding out of the sheath.

“No one else’s. I will make sure you understand that, pretty girl.” 

Keeping your head down, Seungmin stands up, bringing the dagger out from underneath your skirt. Before you can stop him, he slices through all of the strings tying your corset up in the back.

“Seungmin!” It comes out like a pathetic squeal. He tosses the dagger to the side and lifts you up by the back of your neck.

The corset loosens around your top instantly, it falls around your top half, breasts spilling over the top.

You’re spun around again, lips pressing to yours desperately. Once more Seungmin’s tongue dances with yours as his hands push the dress down your body. The top half pools around your stomach. 

Fumbling, you pull your arms out of the sleeves.

As soon as your breasts are freed, Seungmin cups both of them with a strangled moan on your lips. He kneads them in greedy handfuls, fingers pinching and pulling at your perky nipples.

Moan after moan is swallowed up by his mouth devouring yours.

“ Fuck ,” he whispers against your lips. His hips rut into your skirts. 

Seungmin trails his kisses down your neck.

“There too.” you force out breathily.

“What?” He pauses his mouth, but his fingers continue to rub and pinch your nipples. Each movement sends a zap of arousal down to your smalls, which you’re sure are soaked and dripping at this point.

“He kissed me there.” It takes so much effort to utter the words.

Seungmin’s head shoots up to look at you. Once more, his one hand grabs at your throat.

You meet his dark, arousal blown eyes. Your pants mingling between the two of your lips.

“He kissed me below my collarbone when he dipped me the second time.”

Seungmin is still for a few moments that feel longer than they actually are.

Then, something snaps within him.

He reaches down and picks you up by the waist and sits you on the edge of the desk, slotting between your legs. 

His hands fight with your skirts as he hikes them up, splitting the slit to get to your smalls. You keen into his touch, legs spreading wider to let him do whatever he pleases. 

Seungmin grabs your underwear and rips them down your legs with one hand as he fumbles with his own pants.

His head dips down to mouth at your collarbones. 

“Here?” He demands. 

Before you can answer, he bites hard right below the collarbone. You cry out, one hand flying up to cover your mouth.

“Or was it here?” He moves to the other side and bites equally as hard. 

He sucks the sensitive skin roughly, with your one hand, you roughly grab at his hair, trying to pull him off you.

Seungmin only moves to the side, sucking another purple mark into your skin as you cry out. 

“Here? Did he fucking touch you here?”

You’re so preoccupied by his torture on your collarbones that you’re not aware of his other movements until something hard prods at your entrance.

“I’ll make sure you know who you belong to.”

Without any further warning, he pushes into you, filling you to the hilt. A pathetic cry falls out of your mouth and into your hand. Seungmin lets out an equally fucked out moan.

Your cunt sucks him in so well his eyes roll back in his head. His anger and jealousy consume him, adding pleasure is making everything that much better .

He pulls out just to fuck into you harder, his hips slamming back into yours.

“All night you let him toy with you,” he growls into your neck. He sucks mark after mark, leaving purple blotches everywhere on your skin. “All night I had to watch as someone else eye-fucked my woman.”

“Seung– Seungmin! Fuck!”

It feels so fucking good.  

He’s fucking into you so hard, your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull. You pull his hair to try and bring his face back up to your lips, but he won’t stop marking your once flawless skin.

“Touching him.” Another harsh suck. “Letting him touch you.”

At this rate, he’s going to run out of skin to mark up.

Growls emanate from deep within his chest as he fucks into you with abandon. 

“Thought I would be able to– fuck! – handle it. But I could not fucking stand it.” He moans into your neck. 

His hips are pistoning in and out of you so fast, fucking into you so deep that you’re not sure you’re going to be able to walk for days. 

“Wanted to fuck you right in front of his own fucking eyes.” Seungmin’s mouth doesn’t stop. “Make sure he sees you come undone on my cock.”

You’re a panting, moaning mess in his arms. One hand in his hair, the other clamped over your mouth.

Finally, he picks his head up from your chest. Instead of the cloudy, lusty haze in his eyes, you’re met with piercing sharpness. 

Seungmin’s hand slithers down into your skirts, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. His other hand comes up and rips your hand away from your mouth.

“Who do you belong to?” 

“You!” you cry out.

“Not good enough. Who do you belong to?”

“Fuck! Seungmin!” 

He shifts the angle of his cock and suddenly he’s slamming into your g-spot over and over again. 

“You–” thrust. “Belong–” thrust. “To–” thrust. “Miroh.”

You’re holding onto him for dear life as he fucks the life out of you on the ambassador’s desk.

Your orgasm creeps up closer and closer. You know that Seungmin can’t be far behind by the way his thrusts begin to get sharper and sharper, his rhythm faltering with small whines and grunts.  

“I belong to you! I belong to Miroh!”

Loud whines begin tearing from his lips as he gets closer and closer to the edge with you. 

“Cum on my cock, Y/N.” He begs, slamming his lips onto yours afterwards. “Fucking come apart all over me. Come on, pretty girl.”

He thrusts a few more times until the band within you snaps, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Seungmin swallows your screams with his own mouth. 

Your mind whites out as you let him consume you whole. 

With a deep growl, his own orgasm slams into his body. His cock jumps and spurts within you, painting your walls white. 

His hand grabs at the back of your neck, keeping your lips on his as you both ride out your shared orgasms. 

You’re clinging onto one another as if the world may come to an end if you let go. 

You feel the pleasure continuously shoot down through your toes, pussy pulsing around him every few seconds in the aftershock. 

After a few moments of shared bliss, you finally tear away from one another. Seungmin looks so fucked out, you wonder for a moment if you look equally as bad as he does. You have to.

He scans around your face before leaning in and pressing a long, sweet kiss to your lips.

“I may have gotten carried away.” 

“You think?”

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More Precious Than Rubies: Part 6b

This is an alternate timeline story that has a Rafael Barba track and a Sonny Carisi track. The two paths split off in part 3.

WC: 6162

TW: Angst; family drama; smut (PiV, protected). 18+ only.

AN: The prompt was "I’m not good enough for you"

For the first time in a long time, you slept well, like you were in a bottomless ocean where no dreams could sink deep enough to find you.  When you finally woke up, it was an easy surfacing.  No jolt from nightmares or an alarm that came too early.

It was both new and familiar, being in Sonny’s arms again.  It felt like the old Sonny in some ways, like how his long limbs tangled with your own shorter ones.  Some of it was new though.  He smelled better – like he finally traded his cheap musky cologne for something more grown-up and sophisticated.

The other new thing?  His hands exploring your body.  Tentative at first.  Then he whispered in your ear, his voice husky with sleep, and asked if it was okay.  After you nodded and hummed your assent, his hands moved with more purpose.

It was new.  Sonny had always been frisky in the bedroom – joking and laughing.  It had always been good, but never exactly sensual or leisurely.

Now he was moving slower.  The insecure part of you wondered what woman he had been with, which woman taught him to move at a more relaxed pace.  Sonny must have felt your apprehension.  He leaned in and whispered to you again that he missed you and that he wanted to touch every inch of you to reacquaint himself.

“I’ve missed you,” he repeated. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered back.

He just touched you over his own t-shirt, cupping your breasts so that you arched against his hand.  You were spooning, his bare chest to your back, and every time you pressed yourself into his hand, he’d pull you back to him.  You could feel him growing hard behind you, and you felt your pulse start to quicken.

Over your quickening heart rate, though, you felt a low panic start to build in the back of your skull.  It was a buzzing sort of feeling that you knew would wash over you if you didn’t handle it.  Sonny had never seen you have a panic attack, and you didn’t want to start a trend now.  You used to have it handled, under control, but as the pressures of your job had increased, the panic attacks had increased in lock-step.  Sometimes, more and more frequently, they were triggered by mundane things. 

Not that re-opening that door that you had slammed shut was mundane.  You felt the weight of letting Sonny back into your life keenly.

“Sonny,” you whispered, and he took it as a sign to keep going.  “Sonny, stop.”

He did, immediately.  “What’s wrong?”

You took a few deep breaths through your nose and willed the panic to settle.  Where did it come from?  You tried to scan your thoughts, but Sonny hit on it inadvertently.

“It’s too fast,” he guessed.  He removed his hand from your breast and wrapped it around your waist instead. 

“Maybe,” you murmured in reply.

“There’s no rush,” he said.  “We can take our time.  Get caught up.”  He paused, then added in a less certain voice, “if that’s what you want, I mean.”

You turned over in his arms so that you were on your back, gazing up at him in the faint dawn light.  “I do want that,” you told him, a little shy.  “If you do.”

The nervous look on his face disappeared as he smiled down on you, his trademark sunniness making the corners of his eyes crinkle.  His hair was ruffled, making him look younger than he was.  He leaned down and laid a closed-mouth kiss on you, then broke away and said, “there’s nothing I want more.”

********

Sonny was never exactly known for his patience, but he tried to exercise it now.  He never thought you’d speak to him again.  Maybe it was the wedding that did it – maybe when you’d dated him before, you had thought about marrying him, and maybe the wedding had stirred those feelings up.  

You had stopped him that morning before he had a chance to show you how much he’d really missed you, but he didn’t mind.  He could be patient.  You had been apart for over a year, after all.  A lot had changed since he’d last been with you, and he’d done such a poor job near the end, he was perfectly happy to just start all the way over. 

That’s what he proposed as you both checked out of the hotel together:  that he take you on a proper first date.  You had pressed your lips together as you thought about it – the longer you looked at things in the bright light of day, the more reticent you seemed.  But you finally agreed, and he made a date for the following weekend.

“But in the meantime, I’d like to take you to lunch?  Or coffee?” he asked, and he turned on his charm to it’s highest setting.  “Please?”

You couldn’t resist his smile – you never could.  That’s how he got you in the first place.  You grinned back at him.  “You can call my assistant and get my calendar,” you replied.

-----

Sonny parted ways with you on a Sunday morning, and he had plans with you for the following Saturday evening.  Only five full days between then and now.  He was going to make it perfect.

First thing Monday, he started calling in every favor he had, and he managed – by luck or karma or copious prayers to all the saints in heaven – to get a reservation for the newest, hottest restaurant to get a good review by the Times.  Then he sent you an extravagant bouquet of flowers to your office.  He’d never sent you flowers before.  He figured it was time he started.

He got your schedule from your assistant, so he was able to surprise you before work on Tuesday.  It was really early – only starting to get light outside – when you made your way into your office suite.  You were half-asleep on your feet, Sonny could see.  But your eyes widened when you saw him, and he didn’t miss the happy grin as it spread across your face.

“It’s so early,” you protested as he handed you a steaming cup of coffee from a nearby cafe.  “You shouldn’t have.”

“I should have,” he replied, and he watched you unlock your office.  You pushed the door open and gestured for him to come in too.

“You also shouldn’t have gotten me so many flowers,” you continued as you shed your coat and bag.  You turned to face him with a smile, pointing over your shoulder at the massive bouquet on your desk.  “I’ll get used to the smell and forget what this office usually smells like.”

“What’s that?”

“It smells like my high school,” you informed him.  “An old building that’s kind of mildewy, kind of dusty.”

“I’ll get you flowers every day then.”

You shook your head, still smiling.  “You don’t have to do that, Sonny.  These are beautiful though.”

He was pleased that you liked them – the bouquet was too big for your office, though.  He’d forgotten how small your space was.  He was used to Barba’s sprawling office with the leather couch and mahogany furniture.

“They’re not as beautiful as you,” he said earnestly, but you gave a surprised laugh and chucked him lightly in the shoulder.

“Is this who you are now?” you asked with a giggle that made his heart soar.  “You going corny on me, detective?”

He smiled back, but he told you about the plans for Saturday, casually dropping the name of the restaurant where he scored a coveted reservation.  You looked at him in disbelief.

“You didn’t have to go to all that effort,” you told him.  “All you need to do is bring more corny lines.”

He leaned in to kiss you on your cheek before he left.  “Doll,” he told you from your doorway.  “I’ve got nothing but corny lines.”  It made you laugh, and hearing it buoyed Sonny for the entire horrible day at SVU.

********

Time as a public defender was wonky.  Sometimes a day dragged, but the week flew by.  Sometimes a trial was over before you knew it – but the waiting to get on the docket felt like an eternity.

Your week was like that.  Sometimes you’d put your head down to focus on the pile of work on your desk, and the day would disappear in a blink.  Other times, you’d look up at your clock, assuming that hours had passed when it had only been a few minutes.

Sonny’s reappearance kept you on your toes.  The impending date on Saturday night kept your anxiety at peak levels:  what if, after the date, he changed his mind and decided that he didn’t want to be with you?  What if you had changed too much?  You knew that your job was wearing on you and not in good ways.  Your temper was shorter, your sleep was poor, and your patience was shot.  You weren’t quite the friendly, optimistic person you had been.  You didn’t feel like the person who Sonny had addressed in his letter to you.

The days leading up to Saturday didn’t help.  Sonny was going out of his way to be perfect, you realized.  Which made you feel more pressure to be perfect.  You always felt a panic attack threatening on the horizon.

But you couldn’t deny that seeing him – when he dropped off coffee, when he snagged you for a quick lunch – made your stomach do the same pleasant flip-flops they did when you’d first met him in law school, at a night out bowling. 

And Sonny seemed so certain.  Maybe that had been a change for him since you’d broken up – a new sense of assuredness.  When you dated, he was always vacillating about his job and the law degree and minor family drama and the like.  Now he seemed confident.

At least one of you was.

-----

You just worked from home on Saturday, burying your jitteriness under your caseload.  You set an alarm, just to be sure, and when it went off in the late afternoon, you sighed and pushed your work aside to get ready.  You were a riot of conflicting emotions, but right now, the dread was oversized.

You showered, then fussed about what to wear.  Sonny had managed to snag reservations at the restaurant of the moment, so your usual fit-and-flare dresses weren’t going to cut it.  You finally settled on a deep blue sheath dress, subtly sexy but classic.  You dressed it up with more makeup than you usually wore, hair actually down and styled instead of just twisted into your usual chignon.  You finished it off with a pair of impractical stilettos that were just high enough to almost make you as tall as Sonny.  Almost.

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you heard a knock at your door, and your stomach turned.  You weren’t sure if it was that dread again or anticipation of seeing Sonny.  Both, possibly.

When you opened your door, Sonny was standing there, looking like a vision in his best navy blue suit.  He had another massive bouquet of flowers in his hand – this time, deep red roses.  And he had his trademark smile that always made you smile in return.

“You look gorgeous,” he said as he stepped into your place.  He gave it an appraising look – you had moved into this apartment after you’d broken up with him, and this was his first time here.  “I like your place,” he added.

“Thanks.  And…thanks,” you said, awkward.  He looked amazing, and he’d strode in with that new, confident air he had.  It made your own insecurity feel even more apparent.  He handed you the flowers, and you murmured a third “thanks” as you went to find a vase.

Once they were in water and sat on your table, Sonny asked if you were ready.  You swallowed hard and nodded, and he held out his hand.  You grabbed your coat and purse and then took his hand, and he led you out of your building and to his waiting car.

********

Sonny had ignored the early signs that the night was going to start poorly.  When he arrived at your place to pick you up, you had looked a little green under your makeup, like you were sick, but he thought it might just be the lighting in your place.  When he took your hand, he ignored how cold and clammy it was in his own.

On the ride back to Manhattan, he ignored how uncharacteristically quiet you were, not talking much, but how you seemed to be taking deliberate breaths through your nose so that you sounded like a small, chuffing steam engine.

Then, at the restaurant, disaster hit:  Sonny’s reservation got bumped by some actor asshole and his entourage.  Sonny could make them out past the hostess stand, a gang of unwashed looking hipsters, smirking at the other patrons trying to sneak pictures with their phones on the sly.

Sonny argued with the hostess, then asked to see the manager, but your hand was sweating in his and you just tried to tug him away.

“It’s fine, Sonny,” you said, and your voice sounded so small and strained that it broke his concentration.  He turned to look at you and saw that you looked even sicker now.  Through your clasped hands, he could feel you trembling, and when he peered into your eyes, he saw how your pupils were narrowed to near pinpoints.

“Hey,” he said.  He dropped your hand and put both of his own on your shoulders, turning to face you squarely.  “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head.  “Let’s just go somewhere else,” you replied.  Your voice was shaky, and he shifted a hand to cup your face.  You refused to make eye contact with him, so he took your hand again and led you out to the sidewalk and the chilly evening air.

“What’s wrong?” he repeated once you were both outside.  He watched as you took a bunch of deep breaths – too deep, the kind where you were trying to fill every inch of your lungs with oxygen, the kind that led to hyperventilating.  When you didn’t answer, he simply said, “let me take you home.”  Sonny didn’t know what was going on with you, but you were obviously upset.

Once back in his car, he stole glances over at you when he could.  Your head was bent, and your face was hidden by your hair hanging down.  Your hands were clenched into fists in your lap though, and over the sound of traffic, Sonny could just make out your quiet sniffles.  He wracked his brain for what might have changed between now and earlier in the week.  You had seemed excited to go out with him, and now…it had been a complete 180.

“Doll, whatever it is, you can tell me,” he tried, desperate to get you to talk to him.  “I’ve…I’ve got corny lines for you if you do.”

That, at least, drew a watery, breathless laugh from you, and Sonny found a spot near your apartment and parked.

As soon as the car was stopped, you reached for the door handle, prepared to bolt, but Sonny laid a hand on your knee to still you.  “Can I come up?”  He sounded anxious, wheedling, but he didn’t care.  He was bewildered by your unexpected mood, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.  He was a detective, after all.

You bit your bottom lip so hard that it made him wince, but then you nodded your assent.  He killed the ignition and followed you into your place, a step behind, watching as you walked a little unsteady on your narrow heels.

Once inside your apartment, Sonny walked over to your couch and sat down, and he patted the cushion beside him.  “Sit down,” he said gently.  “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You did sit beside him, but you were already shaking your head, and when he tried to take your hand in his, you shook him off.

“Hey,” he started, but you cut him off.

“This was a bad idea,” you said, and your voice had a strained quality to it, like you were holding back tears.  “This isn’t going to work, Sonny.”

“Why?” he asked.  His stomach dropped, and his bewilderment grew.  He tried to think about what could have happened – he’d met you for coffee only yesterday, Friday morning, and everything seemed fine, you had smiled at him and let him kiss your cheek and…

“It’s been too long,” you said, and your words tumbled out of your mouth so fast that Sonny could barely keep up, so fast that he realized you’d been damming them until they spilled over now.  “Too long, Sonny, and you don’t know me anymore.  You don’t know me, you think you do but I’ve changed.  I’m different now.”  He watched you take a shuddering breath and saw the tears that were rolling down your cheeks now, and you continued.  “I’m not the person you wrote that letter to.  I’m worse.  I’m not a good person, I’m not…not nice anymore.  I lose my temper and I’m mean, and I have…have…uncharitable thoughts about my clients sometimes, and I’m tired all the time…”

“Hey,” he said.  He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him as you continued to babble against him.  “Doll, it’s okay…”

“It’s not.  Sonny, I’m not the girl you knew.”  You pushed away from him enough to gaze up into his face, and he looked into your eyes, brilliant with tears. 

“I’m not exactly the man you knew either,” he said.  “I’ve changed too.”

This set off a fresh wave of tears.  “You’re better, Sonny.  You’ve gotten better, and now I’m…I’m…n-not…”  You were crying so hard now that you were practically choking on the words.  “I’m not going to be enough for you now.  I’m not good enough for you.”

He made a helpless sort of clucking at this, and he pulled you back to him.  You struggled against him for a moment but then gave up, and Sonny realized with a start that you weren’t just crying and upset – you were having a full-blown panic attack. 

When had that started?  Had you always had them?  Were they a new development?

He pushed the questions aside.  For now, he just pulled you onto his lap so that you were huddled against him, sobbing but also pulling massive, ragged breaths through your crying and shaking so hard that his own teeth nearly chattered in sympathy.  He didn’t tell you that he knew you had changed, everyone did, and of course you were enough for him.  He could tell you all that later.

Now, he just held you close and hoped his arms around you felt reassuring.  Safe.  He felt the full force of your panic attack tearing through you, and he held you.  Then, after a very long while, he felt it taper off, then pass like a storm.  It left you limp against him, but your breathing steadied and he didn’t feel anymore tears.

When he felt that he could talk to you and that you would hear him, he murmured against your hair.  “I think you’re tired, and I think you need a good meal and a good night’s sleep,” he said.  “Do you have any groceries?”

You gave a feeble laugh at that question, and Sonny chuckled too.  “See?  You haven’t changed that much,” he continued.  “I bet your fridge is nothing but condiments and maybe a sad old head of lettuce in the crisper drawer.”

“It’s a bundle of kale, actually,” you sniffled against him.  “Or it used to be.”

Sonny drew his nose through your hair, breathing in the floral scent of your shampoo.  “Since when did you start eating kale?”

You pulled away to gaze at him.  Your eyelids were swollen, and your makeup was ruined and smeared around your eyes, making you look like a slightly deranged panda.  “Well, I didn’t eat it, obviously.  I was going to start making smoothies in the morning….”  You trailed off and gave him a sheepish smile and a shrug.

“I saw a store a few blocks away.  Why don’t you go get cleaned up and change into your pajamas?  I’ll go get some groceries and whip up dinner.  Does that sound okay?”

You sniffled against him.  “You don’t have to do that.”

He chuckled again.  “I’m Italian.  It’s my religion to feed people.”

********

When you first started college, years ago, you had gone on a blind date, some brother of a friend of a friend.  You had been nervous – it was your first date as an adult, and you had been flustered by what that meant.  Until then, dates had been at fast-food restaurants and movies and school-sanctioned dances. 

You had a panic attack that night too, and your date had been utterly exasperated by you.  He went to the bathroom at the restaurant and then never returned, leaving you with the bill and a racing heartbeat.

Tonight, at least, you had Sonny.  He was probably one of only a handful of men who had the patience to deal with a date night that had gone completely wrong.  The plan had been a fancy dinner at a hot new restaurant.  The reality was Sonny making ricotta gnocchi in your kitchen, his suit coat and tie shed and his sleeves rolled up as he diced chives and rolled out the dough.  His phone was on the kitchen counter, playing Sinatra like a stereotypical Italian-American, and he hummed along as he worked. 

For your part, he just made you put on comfortable clothes.  When you offered to help him cook, he winced and gave you a pained smile.

“I love you, but you’re a terrible cook,” he said.  “But if you want to help, you can throw out that kale in your fridge.”

Your heart did a little lunch at his casual “I love you,” but you stuck your tongue out at him and took care of your expired produce all the same.  Then you just leaned against the counter and watched him work.

Dinner ended up being the gnocchi with a homemade marinara sauce, and a Caprese salad as a side.  Sonny did that thing that you assumed all Italian grandmothers did – he apologized that it wasn’t elaborate – so you rocked onto your toes and kissed him gently, and you told him that it was perfect.  He poured you each a generous glass of pinot noir, and you both chatted about nothing in particular while you ate.

Sonny had been right.  A good meal did wonders.  You felt the residual panic – and the guilt and shame to have had a panic attack in front of Sonny – fade.  After you finished eating, you tried to clean up, but Sonny fussed at you, refilled your wine glass, and marched you to your couch to relax while he took care of the dishes.

When he eventually joined you with his own refilled wine glass, you were more relaxed then you had been in ages.  He sat beside you and turned to face you on the couch, and he reached out to take your free hand in his. 

“I’m really sorry about tonight,” you told him.  “I didn’t mean to fall apart like that.”

He shook his head slightly.  “You don’t have to apologize.”  A beat, and then he asked, “is this a new problem?”

You hesitated before answering.  When you had dated before, you had kept certain things from him.  It hadn’t been lying, exactly.  Lying by omission, maybe. 

“I’ve had panic attacks for a long time,” you told him, choosing your words carefully.  “I got them under control when I was in undergrad.  I didn’t really have them in graduate school.  When we dated.  But lately….”  You trailed off with a shrug.  “Work is harder than I thought it’d be.”

He nodded thoughtfully.  “And I didn’t help.”

You sighed and squeezed his hand.  “I’m just worried that I’ve changed too much.”  You took a deep breath and added, “and I’m worried that there are things you don’t know about me.”

He didn’t reply, but he squeezed your hand back, reassuring you.  You glanced up at his face – his eyes were the same bright blue as always, but he gave you a nod of encouragement.  You took another deep breath and continued.  You had thought about all the ways you could frame the issue, but you were nearly two glasses of wine deep, so you just blurted it out.

“My dad is in prison, Sonny.”

The look on his face was a myriad of different emotions – confusion, relief, and then, unbelievably, a smile.

“Sorry,” he said, dropping the small grin.  “I’m not…not smiling at that.  Definitely not.  I just was prepared for something a lot worse, when you said there were things I didn’t know about you.”

You grimaced.  “He’s in prison for rape and murder, Sonny.”

He grimaced at that, matching your own.  And he didn’t say anything for a long moment, and you felt your stomach clench in fear.  This was where he was going to leave you.  Rollins had told you once that Sonny liked projects – but your life – your family – wasn’t a project.  It was a full-blown disaster.  It qualified for FEMA relief, not just homemade cannoli and comfort.

He didn’t leave, though.  He just squeezed your hand again.  “Do you want to talk about it?”

You gave a humorless laugh before answering him haltingly.  “There isn’t that much to talk about.  He was arrested when I…when I was ten.  He was…uh, he had been dating her.  The victim, I mean.  My parents were divorced by then.”  You paused to polish off the rest of your wine and sat the empty glass down.  “The entire case was circumstantial.  Not that I knew that at the time.  But he…didn’t have money for a lawyer…”

“He had a public defender?” Sonny guessed gently.

You nodded.

“Not a very good one?” he guessed again.

Another nod.

“So he got railroaded, and that’s what spurred you to become a public defender.”  Sonny gazed at you sadly as he filled in the blanks.  “Why didn’t you ever tell me this before?”

You felt a sting of tears in your eyes.  “I wanted to.  I almost did once.  But you were in Homicide then, and you used to go on these rants about how the women victims you saw were always done up nice, like they were expecting it, and you called the men who killed them animals, monsters…”  You shook your head at him.  “I didn’t want you to judge me.  Or my dad.  Sonny, he didn’t do it.  He wasn’t…he made a lot of mistakes, but he wasn’t violent.  He’s one of the gentlest people…”

He dropped your hand and reached up to lay his palm against the side of your face.  “I wouldn’t judge you.”

“So you aren’t upset?”

He tilted his head at you, and you swore you could see his own eyes filming over with unshed tears.  “I’m upset that you couldn’t open up to me before.  That I didn’t make you feel safe enough to, I mean.”

“It’s not your f…”

“But you told me now, so maybe I’m doing better?”  He cut you off and sounded so heartbreakingly hopeful.  You tried to think back to when you’d first dated, why you hadn’t told him.  You had been afraid of his reaction, but that Sonny – the one from Homicide, the one who ranted about his job – wasn’t the same as the Sonny sitting beside you now.  This Sonny was tearing up and blaming himself….

You didn’t even think.  You surged forward and kissed him, hard enough that you could feel his teeth behind his kissable pink lips as you pressed your mouth to his.  He froze for only a split-second, and then he leaned into the kiss with a groan.

He fumbled his wine glass, placed it on your coffee table, and then he turned to face you completely.  You weren’t sure what his expectations had been at the start of the date, but now you were feverishly kissing each other, breaking away only to catch your respective breaths or groan that you had missed the other. 

His hands shifted from your face to your waist, and his fingers slid under the hem of your t-shirt to dance against your bare skin.  You moved your head, breaking away from his mouth so that you could kiss the sensitive spot on his neck that always drew an undignified squeal from him.  When he let out his usual squawk, you smiled against him.  He hadn’t changed that much after all. 

But he felt your lips curving against him, and he huffed in offense.  “Something funny?” he asked, and his voice was a low growl by your ear.

You answered him by laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses under his jaw to the other side of his neck, drawing tortured groans from him.  You had planned on taking a measured approach to a new, potential relationship, but you were rapidly losing control.  His hands were under your shirt, cupping your breasts almost shyly, carefully.  You could taste him as you kissed your way down to his loosened collar, and you could smell his new cologne, and his groans were nearly drowned out by your own pulse thudding in your ears.

“We can slow down,” he muttered thickly, so you pulled away to gaze at him.  His face was flushed, his cheeks a rosy pink, and his eyes seemed preternaturally blue. 

“Do you want to?” you asked.

He hesitated.  “I want whatever you want.”

You leaned into him, relishing the feel of his palms on you.  You put your mouth by his ear and whispered that what you wanted was him.

********

Sonny carried you into your bedroom, bridal-style, and he noted to himself that you were lighter than you had been a year ago.  He made a mental note to feed you up, make sure you ate better.

Now, though, his focus was on you, stretched across your bed with him on top of you, pressing you into the mattress with his weight.  He felt almost crazed with love and lust and wonder to be in your bed and to have you kiss him just as passionately as he kissed you.  He should have undressed you before laying you on the bed; instead, you each fumbled at each other’s clothing, revealing odd strips of naked skin and snaking hands underneath shirts and waistbands until you gave a frustrated growl and shoved him off of you.

“Take off your clothes,” you ordered him, your voice tight with lust, and he felt a curious bolt of desire at being ordered around.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.  He finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off, but his motions slowed as he watched you pulled your own shirt over your head, revealing your naked breasts.  He reached a hand out, and you playfully slapped it away.

“Finish undressing, Dominick,” you told him, and you pushed your bottoms down and kicked them off.  You stood in front of him, just out of arms’ reach, your hands on your hips in a posture of impatience.

He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear off in one motion, then struggled to kick them off his one ankle.  You snorted at him as he hopped on one foot and then the other as he pulled his socks off, but once he was completely naked, you reached for him and he was on you again.

He lifted you up and laid you back on the bed, and he crawled on top of you.  He wanted to take his time, kiss every inch of you, but you opened your legs and he settled into the cradle between your thighs.  He bit back a groan as his erection brushed against the unbearable wet heat of your core.

“Sonny, please,” you whimpered underneath him.  “Please take me.”

“Protection?” he asked, his voice husky with want.  You tilted your head and pointed with your chin at the bedside table, and he reached over to grope for the box of condoms.  They looked familiar.

“Are these the ones I had brought…from before?” he asked as he tore one from the foil strip. 

You gazed back at him, your face a little red, but you smirked up at him.  “Yes, those are yours, Dominick.”  You bit your lip, and added, a little shyly, “and if you count them, you’d know that I…haven’t used any since you left.”

He grinned down at you as he put the condom on, but he felt tears sting in his eyes again.  In your year apart, he had tortured himself with thoughts of you dating other people, sleeping with other people.  It hadn’t been jealousy (or mostly not jealousy); it was more like a melancholy sort of bleakness.  He had pictured you moving on from him.  But maybe you hadn’t.  Obviously you hadn’t:  you were with him now.

Sonny laid down on you again, and he looked you in the eyes.  “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he said seriously.  “I went on one date, but I kept wishing she was you.”

You smiled up at him.  “I went on two dates, and they were all terrible.”

“We should probably just stick with each other then,” he teased, but he was dead serious under his lilting tone.  He reached down to cup your left breast and rub the pad of his thumb over your pebbled nipple. 

“Probably,” you said, and you started to add something else, but it was cut off with a gasp as his hand journeyed further southward to cup your mound and stroke his index finger against your slick crease.  He groaned as he sunk first one, then a second finger into you, twisting them inside you until you were panting against his ear.

“Please,” you whispered to him, and he removed his hand to grasp his cock and line it up with your entrance.  He pressed just the tip into you, and you responded by drawing one leg up beside him before wrapping it around his ass.

He went slowly, pushing himself in one torturous inch at a time, then pulling back before pushing more of himself into you.  He tried to read your facial expressions as a guide, but your eyes were shut and your head was turned from him.  It had always been like that with you:  you were perfectly comfortable being naked in front of him, but when you were joined, you avoided making eye contact, strangely shy at the intimacy of looking at him while he was inside you.

Maybe you were afraid of what he might see if he gazed into your eyes.  But you had opened up to him tonight, so Sonny reached up to cup your face, and he turned your head until you were facing him.  Your eyes stayed squeezed shut though.

“Look at me,” he murmured.  It took a moment, but you finally did.  Your pupils were wide with desire, and he held your gaze as he seated himself in you, buried to the hilt in your vice-like grip.  He let out a shaky breath that he had been holding, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth before telling you how much he loved you.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, and Sonny’s heart soared to hear it.  You had always been reserved about saying those words too, but maybe that was another wall that was coming down.

He thrust into you slowly, carefully, enjoying every sigh and whimper he was able to pull from you.  You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he felt the sting of your fingernails as you dug your fingers into him, holding tight to him as he picked up the pace.

He could feel his own release approaching, but he held it at bay as best he could.  He never wanted it to end – the way you pressed against his thrusts, the way your arms wound around him to pull him closer.  The way your perfume rose off of your heated skin and combined with the headier scent of sex.  How you said his name – his real name – over and over, sighing each syllable but accenting the last one – Dominick – as your own orgasm overtook you. 

And then how you cried out and arched against him hard as he felt you tense up and tremble under him and around him.  He only had a single moment to thrust back into your clenching core, wanting to be as joined to you as he could be, and then he kissed you hard and came too.

[just-another-siimp]

Love and Pain

Johnny's been gone 6 months now, except suddenly he's home and your boss asks you to stay back a few hours longer. Surely you can wait til your shift finishes? Unless fate has other plans for you

Warnings: bad guys uwu, more shitty dialogue, not beta read again

To fall in love was a natural thing, each and every human experiences love in some way shape or form. Falling in love was something that John had never seen himself doing, he’d always imaged that he’d be six feet under before experiencing the chance to fall so madly and deeply in love. Yet three years ago, in a small coffee shop he fell. He fell so hard that not even Price could warn him of the complications that came with loving in their line of work, there wasn’t a lot of time for love. Except for you, he seemed to have all of the time in the world. 

Like you he couldn’t wait until six o’clock rolled around, he couldn’t wait to have you in his arms again and take you home. Most of all he couldn’t wait to spoil you with all the love he’d stored away whilst on deployment, he’d planned to take you on picnics and to see a movie that had premiered just a week ago. John wanted to return to something normal, something that could distract him from the six months of hell he’d just been through. 

So when he arrived at the coffee shop to find it surrounded by police tape his heart dropped, a shrill ringing began in his ears as he continued forward pushing past the police tape until he was eventually stopped by an officer. They weren’t fast enough, he caught a glimpse of tables overturned, cups smashed on the floor, a bullet hole in the coffee machine but what was worse was the blood. There was so much of it, staining the floor and tables leaving a trail out onto the street. 

For once he didn’t go charging in, allowing himself to be pushed back behind the police tape again. Reaching for his phone he called the only other person who came to mind, the skull masked contact picture seeming to loom at him from the screen. Ghost answered straight away, silent as he waited for him to say something. Except nothing came out, they’d just bought a body bag out of the cafe. 

“Johnny?” The body within the bag was bigger than you, yet it didn’t change that someone had died. His heart rate increased. “Oi Johnny- did you butt dial me?” 

Police sirens sounded as more detectives arrived, doors slamming shut behind him. He stood there numb to everything around him, his greatest fear was quickly becoming a reality. Where were you?

“Are those sirens? Soap, where are you?” He swore he couldn’t breathe, one of the police officers had just walked out of the cafe with a handgun in an evidence bag. “MacTavish, answer me that’s an order.”

“Cafe.”   

-

Ghost didn’t come alone, Price and Gaz followed behind him all three of them casing out the street as though it was about to become a battlefield. Did they know something he didn’t? Together he and Ghost stood in silence, the lieutenant's hand resting on the base of his neck, a firm squeeze both grounding him and stopping him from interrupting Price as he spoke to one of the detectives. Johnny hated that Price’s face gave away nothing, not even Gaz who was the easiest to read out of all of them had reacted to what the detective had to say. 

“Johnny. They’re coming back.” Ghost’s hand dropped back to his side as he straightened up, they both stepped back allowing Price and Gaz enough room to go under the tape. 

“Leaves canceled.” none of them argued, if leave was canceled it meant that whatever happened at the cafe involved them. If something had happened to you because of him, because of his job? He’d make the entire world burn. Price’s hand on his shoulder drew him out of his murderous thoughts. “The authorities have already sent the cctv footage over to us, Soap you’re coming back to base with us.” 

No one argued.

-

He watched the cctv footage play out in front of him, heart aching as he caught how your lips seemed to be moving. John wondered if you were singing or talking to yourself as you worked. Guilt pooled in his chest, if he hadn’t gone back to the base with the others maybe he could’ve stopped this. The footage slowed as a man entered the cafe, the angle of the security camera not able to catch his face as he approached the counter. Everything seemed to be normal as you took his order, that was until two other men entered. Their faces were visible to the camera this time. 

“Gaz-” Price’s voice seemed distant.

“On it boss.” 

While Gaz moved around behind him John’s eyes stayed focused on the cctv, the two men spread out in the cafe one blocking the exit while the other stood close to the bathrooms. You’d seemed to notice the strangeness of it all, stepping away from the counter smile replaced with a look of terror as three guns were pointed in your direction. There was a commotion when your manager entered, the man closest to the door yelling something before shoving him to the floor. 

It was only then that the first man turned around, eyes staring directly at the camera as a malicious grin spread across his face. The room went deathly still as Makarov’s face stared back at them, gun pointed at the camera before the screen went black.

[pitgritted]

➤  MISC  HEAD  -  CANONS  [  :  ]  eyesight/injuries  &  sett’s  undiagnosed  mental  state  +  body  claims  .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  of  sett’s  more  cruel  &  imposing  influence  within  a  realm  as  fast  paced  as  qayanvi  in  navori  .  &  i'd  wager  that  the  majority  of  my  head-canons  aren't  positive  ,  given  that  most  of  them  shake  out  to  "  [  character  ]  was  actually  really  traumatized  by  [  circumstance  ]  “  ,  &  that  can  heavily  apply  with  settrigh’s  case  ,  but  this  post  will  also  expand  the  state  of  his  mental  well  -  being  ,  having  the  toxic  social  license  to  combat  these  triggered  emotions  by  being  violent  ,  having  emotional  outbursts  ,  or  making  it  to  be  an  aggressive  excuse  for  his  more  vulnerable  exploits  .

FOR  THOSE  WHO  HAVEN’T  SEEN  IT  ,  sett  has  undiagnosed  anxiety  &  PTSD  .  sett  is  also  socially  rejected  ,  due  to  history  of  being  socially  excluded  or  marginalized  for  his  bastard  blood  on  both  sides  very  early  on  in  his  life  .  causing  him  to  resort  to  a  heavy  suppression  of  emotion  tying  vulnerability  &  emotional  attachment  to  others  .  it  includes  forming  healthy  relationships  &  easily  being  influenced  by  his  environment  to  keep  up  this  portrayal  of  aggressive  power  &  dominance  .  this  also  culminates  in  being  violent  ,  which  in  hindsight  ,  doesn’t  make  him  the  best  decision  maker  when  it  comes  to  controlling  these  emotions  when  it’s  triggered  .   he’s  very  susceptible  to  enduring  frequent  adrenaline  rushes  ,  which  led  to  various  physical  &  mental  aches  &  hardships  .  outside  of  the  injuries  obtained  on  his  body  ,  outside  of  the  scars  obtained  from  his  triumph  in  a  match  as  a  former  pit  fighter  ,  sett’s  eyes  can  become  dilated  with  increased  heart  rate  &  breathing  .  his  fangs  can  become  longer  &  can  salivate  .    in  fact  ,  in  relation  to  his  eye  pigment  &  color  ,  his  vastayan  magic  had  been  so  reactive  with  his  emotions  ,  it  altered  the  cells  of  his  iris  &  changed  his  formerly  brown  pigment  to  a  bright  gold  mix  .   he’s  learnt  to  be  careful  when  it  comes  to  feeding  into  his  violent  outbursts  ,  oftentimes  the  nerves  behind  his  cornea  will  become  inflicted  with  excess  vastayan  energy  ,  resulting  in  a  glowing  white  color  ,  hence  the  change  in  pigment  of  his  eye  color  .  it  was  such  a  reactive  occurrence  sett  has  a  slightly  blurred  peripheral  in  his  right  eye  .  he’s  become  heavily  reliant  on  his  other  eye  to  help  stabilize  this  little  bug  .

[  +  a  little  bonus  with  a  few  additional  body  claim  edits  ]  sett  has  chronic  body  pain  .  specifically  surrounding  his  right  arm  with  slight  spinal  cord  trauma  ,  obtained  from  a  match  early  on  in  his  adulthood  .  there’s  also  scars  surrounding  the  base  of  his  ears  ,  visible  stretched  skin  where  fur  no  longer  grows  ,  due  to  often  pulling  on  them  or  clawing  out  chunks  of  fur  in  frustration  .  his  hair  covers  most  of  these  small  anomalies  ,  but  if  moved  aside  ,  it’s  visible  .

[nekoannie-chan]

Urban building

Title: “Urban building”

Ship: Brock Rumlow & Jack Rollins (Friendship).

Word count: 530 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: G1 “Scary urban legend”.

Summary: Urban legends aren’t real, are they?.

Warnings/Tags: Urban legends come true, enchanted building.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo​  @marvelrarepairs​ MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

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Brock was going over the plan in his head; it was one of the first missions he had ever had, not to mention that it was the first unsupervised mission in which he was in charge. Jack, on the other hand, was better at appearing calm, although in reality he was completely nervous.

They were both adventurous and always looking for new thrills and experiences. One day, after training for such a mission, they heard about a gloomy place on the outskirts of town—an old abandoned building that was shrouded in urban legends.

They adjusted their flashlights as soon as they arrived; somehow Brock needed the mission to go well.

As they walked through the dusty hallways and dilapidated rooms, they began to talk about the urban legends they had heard. Jack mentioned the story of a ghost that was said to inhabit the building, whispering in the ears of those who dared enter. Brock, meanwhile, shared the story of a curse that befell anyone who dared to spend a night there.

As they continued to explore, the strange sounds and whispers seemed to increase in intensity. The tension in the air was palpable. Jack and Brock began to question whether the stories they had heard were more than just scary urban legends.

Suddenly, as they stood in a room whose appearance looked exaggeratedly ancient, the doors slammed shut behind them. They were trapped in darkness, with only the dim glow of their flashlights to illuminate their surroundings.

Their hearts pounded as they tried to find a way out. The whispers became more audible, and shadows seemed to move around them. Jack and Brock were plunged into a nightmare.

The first thing they did was to calm down; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to think clearly. Jack had noticed that in all the rooms there were different doors, so he somehow managed to open one. As they made their way through dark corridors and abandoned rooms, they heard footsteps that seemed to follow them. Fear and paranoia gripped them as they struggled to remain calm.

Brock looked at Jack, who, despite his apparent calm, was also showing signs of nervousness. They knew they had to find a way out as soon as possible.

They continued to explore the building, following the sound of footsteps that seemed to be chasing them. The shadows seemed to dance around them, playing with their minds and increasing their sense of unease.

In a moment of desperation, Brock remembered something he had learned during their training—the way they could escape from there and that they brought the right equipment—so he began to search through his backpack.

After several minutes, they finally found the exit. Fresh air greeted them outside. They looked at each other, exhausted but relieved to have escaped that nightmare. Although the mission had not gone as they had hoped, they would not give the details of what had happened.

From that day on, Jack and Brock never spoke of urban legends again without a slight shiver running down their spines. They had learned that some stories may have some truth in them, and ignoring them can have unexpected consequences.

[bellaxgiornata]

(IDK IF THE ASK WENT THROUGH)

HI BELLALALALA! Okay. SO HEAR ME OUT. I know I KNOW THE READER IS JUST ABOUT TO MOVE IN bUt it just hit me cause I have nothing else to do on the flight home and idk I like sharing ideas with you heheh. Also cause you’re my comfort person heheh

What would happen if the reader was like listening to “hot girl music” like really feelin’ herself and gettin’ into it… and she’s like listening through her noise canceling headphones or earbuds, and she’s dancing around as she’s cooking dinner…

then Matt yk alr hears it through the elevator and stuff and then he can like “feel” the way she sways and stuff, her pheromones and serotonin through the roof bcs yk movement. (How 2 make this sexy idk)

Anyways, Matt walks in, reader is unaware, and he jUst goes FERAL, like suddenly he just traps u and then hot make out session turns into smut on the kitchen floor… OK BYE. HELP.

Ohhhh!! This was a fun surprise to "wake up" to! I say that in quotes because I'd have had to have gotten sleep to actually wake up, but that's besides the point. I always love seeing these notifications and hearing you share your ideas/thoughts!

But I'm your comfort person?

[Internally happy squealing ❤️]

Okay, back to your message! So I don't know if you read FFTD on AO3 or just tumblr (I'm going to guess tumblr), but I keep meaning to share my lengthy end notes and I never do because I'm always in a rush to get both sites updated simultaneously that I literally never think about it in the moment. But unfortunately that means y'all miss some info here.

So yes, Reader and Matt are moving in together very soon!! The next installment is "The Romantic Voicemails" which was one of the many wonderful suggested titles from awhile back and it'll be Reader getting some sweet voicemails from Matty leading up to the day she moves in, and the following installment will be "The Moving Day" or something along those lines. Which means one more installment before they live together!! And I've actually told a couple of you that I've had this idea of something like a smut montage installment idea (that has no title yet) where Matt and Reader over the first few days/week of living together get distracted from domestic tasks and things by sex. Because we all know they can't keep their hands to themselves. So like one of them is trying to do dishes--but nope, sex. Laundry--interrupted by more sex. Cooking--SEX.

Which brings me to the end of my ramble to answer what you were saying with another ramble 😆 I could totally see Reader listening to music even just on a phone or something and cooking dinner because Matt said he'd be back from the office late that night and she wanted to surprise him with food. But Matt gets done early with work and decides to surprise her and not let her know, so as he's coming into his building and getting on the elevator he can hear the music and her elevated heart rate from her dancing. And at first he probably just thinks it's adorable and sweet that she's making dinner and dancing. He's just so glad to have her to come home to now--but then he starts focusing on her elevated heart and the slight change to her breathing. And when he reaches his floor, he's so in tune with her he can already pick up on the increase of her pheromones just because of the faint sweat from her cooking over a hot stove while dancing. When he opens the door to the apartment, he's not listening to the music. He hears the way the air is shifting around Reader's hips as they're moving back and forth and the way her lip is caught in her teeth. Suddenly Matt just needs her. Comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her. Reader startles for a moment because she wasn't expecting him, but then he's whispering things in her ear and rubbing up on her, one hand reaching out to turn the stove off as he tells her not to stop. Maybe slams her into a counter or picks her up and drops her onto it as he's kissing her erratically everywhere...

Boom--cooking interrupted by sex. Again. 🤣

That's a really great idea and you will find it in the upcoming nameless smut montage that's coming because now I want to write this with more detail (with what happens next) AND this smut scene would be in his POV! But it won't be super detailed smut like usual because it'd probably be a 20k word installment if we had like 4 or 5 smut scenes and I don't think I'd survive that 🤣 I'd need like a month to recover afterwards.

But thank you for this thought/idea!!! ❤️ I'm already itching to write that scene, I won't lie 🤣 I'm sorry my answer got WILDLY out of hand and became the length of an installment itself, I just got so excited 😆😅

[callum-librrry]

JANK 2: Part 3

Chapter 3: What’s Love Without Fighting?

There was half an hour until landing. Crew members were bustling around excitedly, awaiting for the inevitable touchdown. A touchdown usually provided the crew with at least a few days of freedom away from their usual responsibilities. Those who originated from the planet they were visiting generally took that time off in order to spend time with their families. That would not be the case today. None of the crew originated from Solace, and perhaps only one or two were even from this system. Nevertheless, emotions ran high.

For all except a certain navigator.

Tom would usually be joining the crew in their hurried preparations, or be watching the arrival of the destination planet slowly loom into view, but today was different. Less than 30 minutes ago he was convinced that his life was about to end in the unrelenting void of space only to be let go with what compared to a slap on the wrists. The human was currently slumped on his bunk in his sleeping quarters doing his best to navigate through the minefield of questions in his mind. He was so caught up in processing the day’s events that he almost missed the quarter’s door sliding open with a hiss.

“Knock, knock,” a familiar voice whistled. Tom continued to stare ahead.

Hazai entered quietly. Her clawed feet scraped slightly against the smooth flooring. She could've been quieter if she wished, but she knew it was best if the human was aware of her. No need to send him into any more panics than what he had had that day.

The Braal walked to where Tom was sitting, and sat down in front of him. It wasn’t unlike the position they held when he was helping to preen her. Her well-kept feathers brushed over him slightly as she settled in front of him. She noticed that he relaxed a little when this happened.

“Do you want to talk about today?” she ventured after a moment of silence.

“There’s nothing to say,” Tom shifted to face away from Hazai. He fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves absently.

“There’s plenty to say! You’ve probably made one of the most important discoveries of this council!” Excitement was evident in the way her feathers puffed up and the trill in her voice.

Tom stood up. He moved towards the entrance of his sleeping quarters.

“I destroyed a space shuttle and endangered the lives of everyone on this ship. What I should be is dead. What I did isn’t good, Hazai.”

“I know that the meeting with the captain must’ve been hard on you, but think about what this could mean for this system.”

“Look, just find out what that thing is and leave me alone.” Tom growled out. If Hazai said anything after this it was cut off by the clank of the closed door.

He stormed down corridors. He could feel the rush of blood in his ear and the prickle of tears in his eyes. The lights were too bright. His ears were ringing. And why was it so loud? His vision swam. He leaned against a wall to wait out the wave of nausea.

“Tom,” Konstance piped up, “you are experiencing an increased heart rate, and pre-emptive signs of fainting, would you like me to request a medic to see you?”

“No, thank you, Konstance,” Tom pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He really had to get himself under control.

“Might I suggest something else?”

Tom made a noise that could count as an affirmation. He was walking again now, he always calmed down easier when he was on his feet.

“It’s not like you’ll leave me alone until I say yes,” he muttered, “stupid programming.”

“May I remind you that you and Hazai–”

Hazai. The name sent an ache right to Tom’s heart. He really should’ve watched what he was saying to her.

“–programmed me together with care being one of my primary protocols?”

*** 

“Tom! Tom!” Hazai’s excited screech echoed through the confined space of the office as she ran in, “Guess what!”

Tom finished sending his charting draft to Clover, where it would be reviewed and, hopefully, sent to the higher navigators as well. He then turned to face the teal Braal as she nearly launched herself into his arms with her wings wrapping around him.

“Oof! Careful there,” Tom chuckled, his arms wrapping around Hazai on instinct. Hazai’s feathers wrapped around his entire body like a blanket. A warm fuzzy emotion formed at the pit of his stomach.

“Tom! Your AI package has arrived!” She pulled out of the hug just enough to rest their foreheads together. More wordless chirps escaped her.

“Oh, wow really?! I've been waiting so long!” He laughed as he swung Hazai gently from side to side. That was the pro’s of hollow bones, he supposes, less strain on the arms. It helped when she was probably half a foot shorter than him as well. “Do you want to program it with me?”

Hazai’s display feathers perked up, but quickly fell again.

“Tom, I’d love to but… I’ve programmed an AI before. I haven’t really even used one before. I’d be more of a hassle…”

“Absolutely not!” Tom exclaimed, “and anyway… I want you to help me...”

And how could Hazai refuse? Not when Tom looked at her as though she had hand-placed the constellations around them.

Once she had agreed, Tom started to open the package with Hazai quickly lending a scaled hand.

“Is this a human custom?” she asked.

“It can be, sometimes we give each other flowers too,” Tom chuckled. The AI beeped gently as it was booted up. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you come up with a name?”

“They’re your AI, it should be you who names them.”

“You sure?”

“Of course.”

Tom thought for a second.

“Well, Mum’s middle name was Konstance…”

“Tom, you’re so precious,” The fond look on Hazai’s face was unmistakable as she gazed at Tom.

“Hmm? Did you say something?”

“Humans… are so precious.” Hazai mumbled, clearer now, as she played with the pink plumage on her wings.

Tom’s face split into a large grin that spanned from ear to ear.

“Of course! Hazai, you’ve got to meet my family one day, they’ll love you I promise. My siblings will love to meet you! And you have to try my mum’s cooking, it’s the best…Sorry am I talking too much?”

Hazai immediately shook her head, “Of course not! In any case, I like listening to you talk. Hearing you talk…is nice, makes me feel peaceful…here,” Hazai pointed to her chest, where her heart was pounding away.

“That’s good, because being able to be with you makes me feel alive.” Tom smiled and turned back to the AI, unaware of the Braal’s ruffling feathers.

***

Tom really didn’t want to think about that right now. It only made his regret hurt more. He wiped the beginnings of tears from his eyes.

“Did Hazai put you up to this?”

“No.”

“So why?” Tom stopped his mindless pacing to put a stabilising hand on the wall, “I’ve snapped at Hazai before, you know that. I just– I… I need to know why I keep doing this! Why can’t I just control my emotions like a normal person?!”

This outburst drew the attention of several crewmates, most of whom quickly averted their gaze and muttered something about cramps and mood swings.

“Tom.”

“Konstance, please tell me how to fix this. I don’t want to ruin what we have!” Tom pleaded with the AI. He considered clasping his hands together or doing something else dramatic.

“Tom, you know I can’t do that. I can’t promise to solve all your problems but I can promise that you won’t have to face them alone.”

Damn you Konstance, Tom thought as he wiped the steadily flowing tears away from his eyes. Crying was always such a hassle.

“It’s OK Tom. You will be OK.”

In spite of himself, Tom gave a weak, wobbly smile. Fragile, like it could shatter any moment, “Thanks, Konstance. By the way, weren’t you going to recommend something?”

“It was my plan to suggest a visit to The Lair before our arrival on Solace.”

“You want me to visit Stabby?”

“Well, Stabby always seems to cheer you up, so I gathered it was the best course of action at the present moment. You have time. We’re on course to land in approximately 20 minutes.”

“Thank you Konstance.”

--

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Next: Chapter 4: The Lair

[stfuskywalker]

"Stop!" I heard a loud voice. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but my body temperature was extremely low compared to when I went to bed. This normally was a sign that I was in the dream world with Mickey. I opened my eyes slowly adjusting to the natural light seeping through the tall trees. I reopened my eyes and spotted a blue creature, different from anything I've seen in this land prior. This thing was cute in the most horrendous way. It had three arms on each hip and ears that fanned out. He had a huge grin on his face. I tried to move but he had pinned me down,

"Wha-what are you? Who are you?"

"Stitch! Come!" I heard someone call out, this voice sounded more human than what I was used to, and despite my friend Mickey having a high pitch voice, this new one had a more feminine tone. The blue furry animal in my lap, groaned at the idea of being called back, and jumped off me before crawling on all limbs over to the voice that called out to us. My eyes followed him and panned up to the woman speaking. I froze in place at the sight in front of me. The woman had platinum hair, braided and resting on her shoulder, just like mine. She had a long blue dress, white thin sleeves, and a huge cloak trailing behind her. I had never seen her before, but I knew this was the white witch I heard stories about. I looked around the woods hoping to spot a familiar face, but it was just I.

"Hello there young one, sorry about my friend. He gets a little eager when it comes to new faces. Forgive me child, I normally make it a priority to memorize the names of my people but I must have forgotten yours." I stood up and debated where to move. The white witch didn't seem to feel threatened by my presence. She stayed seated inside a sled, it felt more like a hearse. While Stitch, stood outside by the entrance. In the front, three hyenas stood shivering and laced up to the sled. Meanwhile, I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. My breathing was quick and heavy. With the cold air each breath stung deep in my lungs as if her snow was biting me from the inside out.

It's just a dream. It's just a dream. She can't hurt you.

"My name is Joanna."

"Joanna. What a name. My name is Elsa. I am the ruler of this land."

'No, you're not' I thought to myself. Mickey has told me stories about the true ruler of this world. Mufasa, a worthy lion of a ruler. He has been missing for a while though, he mustn't return until it is time for the prophecy to be foretold.

"I was just passing through your majesty." I say sweetly, hoping they will continue on so I can make my way to Mickey again.

"And where was Lady Joanna's destination this evening?" Elsa asked, glancing down at Stitch suspiciously.

"I was going to see a friend. I don't have very long so I must get going if you don't mind-"

"No not at all, why Stitch and I could give you a ride there. Right Stitch?" The creature, Stitch, shook his head with a big grin. I felt my stomach turn.

"Oh no it's alright your majesty I wouldn't want to be an inconvenience-" she extended her arm out of the sled and pointed her finger tips at the snow below my feet. I looked down and watched as she turned the snow into ice. My feet slipped out from under me and I slid down the ice path Elsa created between the sled and I. I reached the steps of the sled and Stitch helped me to my feet.

"Would you be interested in some Turkish delight?" She asked, Stitch holding out a tray. They both waited for me to enter the sleigh.

"I don't believe I am familiar with those treats." I say nervously, I felt my heart rate increasing the more I was in her presence.

"That's odd, they said you loved them." She spoke to herself.

"Who said that?" I asked. She gave a frightened look as if I wasn't suppose to intrude her outspoken thoughts.

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[firstseasonlisazemo]

Makeshift Secretary

Summary: Catarina is working with Nicol, helping him while his secretary is ill.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 705 (Minific)

“Catarina, I’ll need those…”

The words slow into nothingness the deeper Nicol walks into the study. When Catarina came for a social visit early that week, she bore witness to the chaos he was facing in his administrative affairs of the territory. His secretary was struck with a summer influenza, exactly when they were about to prepare the land for harvesting and work increased greatly.

Kind-hearted as she is, she offered to help, as she had undeniable experience in agriculture. While the young master knew that understanding how to cultivate the land and administer a domain were two completely different sets of skills, he did not have the heart to shoot her down, allowing her to assist him for the time being. Any mistakes she made, he reasoned, he could catch and correct before it became a disaster.

It all went better than expected. Catarina is not, by any stretch of imagination, an efficient assistant, but she did not cause any catastrophe to befall them yet, and she is still helpful, if only at clerical work. It is still a few tasks off his plate, and he appreciates it nonetheless.

On the third day on the job, however, work began to stretch late. When Nicol left her to attend to another matter, his makeshift secretary was going over orders, flipping through what felt like endless parchment that he now needed. In the quietness of the study, where only her steady breaths fill the space, he quiets and his eyes are immediately drawn to her sleeping form on the couch near the open window.

It is as if the world around him slows, everything blurring around him except her lovely form and the steady rise and fall of her chest. The evening breeze disrupts her hair from its place and in its chilliness, thanks to the changing season, she shivers in her sleep. He is drawn to her, his feet quietly stepping to ensure not to wake her, dark eyes never tearing away from her lovely visage.

Nicol takes great pride in knowing that Catarina feels safe enough in the walls of this manor to fall asleep wherever she please, without a care, without any worries or concerns. All he wanted was to create a world where the darkness could not touch her, where she is free to be herself in all her brightness and, he knew realistically to be the truth, with her reckless nature.

That would not always be possible, and he knows that to be so due to his own experience in trying to create such a world for his sister. There will be always reason to reach outside, and for outsiders to barge their way in. Nevertheless, in here, in the home that he and his family created together, he would always ensure her safety, her comfort, that she could blossom and rest without anything standing in her way, with the support of his magic, his wealth, his influence and every piece of his heart.

After closing the window, he lowers himself so his face is almost at level with her own and, with deft fingers, his gloves brush ever so slightly against her skin as he moves her hair behind her ear. He wants to linger longer but, in worry of disturbing her, he only allows his touch to caress the soft skin behind her ear for a brief moment.

Before leaving Catarina to rest without interruptions and return to his own work, he reaches for the soft lilac blanket resting on the back of the couch and places it over her with the utmost care. His heart stalls in his chest when her lips tug into a soft, content smile once she is warmer under the blanket which he recalls gifting her some time ago.

Nicol finds himself at the mercy of his heart when, despite his wishes to not wake her, he leans in to place a tender kiss to her smiling lips, his bottom lip filling the space between her own, the warmth of her breath fanning against his face.

“Sleep well, darling.” He whispers as he pulls away.

I will be here to always ensure you can rest peacefully, to keep the darkness far away from you.

*_*_*_*_*

My Next Life as a Villainess Masterlist

[reddrakebird]

His goal was to help Kon-El feel happy with his second chance. To not waste it with regrets or feel as if he was still living in a shadow. To Timothy, he was Superman. He was becoming everything and the man knew that was obsessive, perhaps borderline unhealthy for a relationship, he just did not give a shit. He knew they were healing each other, saw it every time they had a bump or static and it was quickly resolved. His mind was rambling, diagnosing their relationship until Kon-El cupped his hands around his face, both walking backward until the firm tree stopped their path, trapping Timothy between his lover and the plant. All the noise was silent, there was only Kon-El’s mouth and tongue, the taste of linger foods on their breaths encouraging Timothy to dive deeper, uncaring about breath until those lungs burned. 

Then the man released him, leaving Timothy a bit dazed, his heartbeat increased and his skin flushed not from the sun but from the attention. “Yes” was choked out, a hand reaching for it like liquor, undoing the top to quickly down it. That throat flexed, adams apple bobbing with every swallow as he demolished it. As the empty bottle was recapped, eyes looked to Kon-El, hesitation on joining him at first. Those steps took him back to the blanket, but when Kon-El asked if he had a favorite spot, he paused. No one had ever asked him that before. No one cared. 

“Conner..” he wanted to tell him about the building on the east side, the one where the sun always fell behind. How the colors across the sky seemed too pure for the city of Bludhaven. That was not what came out of his mouth as he stood on the edge of the blanket, his shadow casting over Kon-El’s body as the sunshine behind him, warming that back while his heart rate doubled. “I think I’m in love with you.” It was almost a whisper to himself. His chest tightened at the confession, fear lacing in his mind that he said this too early. It was moving too fast, but they had known each other for six fucking years. They had each other’s back, had been through some really fucked up things, and fought against people who were the kind of dangerous that could wipe out cities, an entire planet. 

His heart was pounding in his ears, strangely going into a flight or fight instinct at the confession because it was too real, too heavy but he had fought himself for a while now. Four times he wanted to say those words and each one he held back. What if tomorrow they died? Timothy could not live with the regret again. Fists clenched as if he was waiting for a fight but it was against himself. “I love you, Conner.” that voice was firm, sure, steadfast despite how his breath tried to escape those lungs to leave him gasping. That was it. The last secret from Kon-El he had in his entire body and soul. Raw, unfiltered. "Fuck... I am in love with you." He had been for a while because no one tried to do what he did, all for friendship. Nothing short of love could have made him mad.

Kon blushed slightly under the scrutiny of Tim's eyes, not having anything to hide behind. "Yeah? Well, you make me happy." Kon mumbled, just loud enough for his boyfriend to hear. As their feet hit the ground, back where the blanket was waiting for them, Kon moved his hands to cup Tim's cheeks and kissed him hard; tongue chasing his, as he pushed him back against the tree; fingers sliding up to run through his dark hair. Eventually pulling back for air, Kon stepped backwards before things got too heated between them. "Want some water?" He unzipped the bag to fetch some, offering Tim a bottle before opening his own and drinking half the bottle in one gulp. It was around early afternoon now. He sat back down on the blanket, holding his arms out for his boyfriend to come and join him. He was in no rush to go anywhere not unless Tim wanted to. "Wanna lay with me for a while?" He asked as he laid back, one arm behind his head and the other lying flat out for Tim to rest upon. "Do you have a spot back home where you like to go? Think one day you could show me it?"