#yes we can sit here and argue about how exactly the sex of these beings would work but you cant say shit to me just saying

[featherymainffins]

Sci-fi worldbuilding is like a thing that really hates you and wants you dead

[misaamoure]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭:

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭!!

��� ˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬:

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think that’s gonna fit in me.”

Sylus looked almost offended as you pointed down at his obnoxiously large appendage.

“I’m sorry, I thought you said you liked big dicks?”

You and Sylus had finally gotten in the mood to go all the way… until he pulled his pants and boxers down.

The pure shock on your face was an ego booster for him.

Then he developed his own look of pure shock upon you proclaiming that the sex was off.

And upon asking why, your reasoning was, “it won’t fit. Are you stupid?”

Which he immediately responded with, “I’ll make it fit, sweetie. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

This only serves to piss you off more.

However… you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely curious.

How would it feel? How deep would it go? Could you actually take it?

All this pondering led to you begrudgingly taking him up on his offer.

“Sylus, please, enough! Just fuck me… already…!”

It felt like he had been eating you out for hours.

Sucking on your clit, sticking his tongue into you, and occasionally slipping a finger in.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” He fixed his sanguine gaze right onto your beautiful face.

You nodded vigorously.

“Alright,” He gave your clit on more kiss before sitting up, palming himself a bit for some kind of relief. “Can you turn over for me, kitten?”

Doing exactly as he asked, you didn’t miss a beat. You were more than eager for it at this point.

You felt Sylus’s warm, hard, heavy body embrace yours, as you two were in the prone bone position.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay, Y/N?” You felt him kiss your shoulder tenderly.

“Yes sir.”

“You promise?”

Oh here he goes. You could sense Sylus’s bullshit from a mile away.

“Yes I promise.”

“You sure?”

“Get the fuck on with it already!”

“I’m gonna count down from three.” You felt him run his tip up and down, paying extra attention to your sensitive clit.

“Nnngh… whatever!” He chuckled at your increasing frustration. You were just so cute like this.

“One…”

You felt Sylus thrust his entire cock in at once, making you gasp as tears welled up in your eyes.

“Sylus what the fuck?!” You looked back at him over your shoulder in disbelief.

“It’s better like this, trust me.”

If you were in a state to argue with him, you would. But right now in this moment, you were in no state to tell him off.

You felt so fucking full. It felt like he was in your guts. Big. So big.

And oddly enough… you loved it.

It felt so warm and intimate. Made you wonder what a creampie could be like.

The sensation of Sylus beginning to move inside of you knocked you out of your thoughts.

He was going so incredibly slow… you could feel every single inch, vein, and curve as he slowly pulled half of himself out and thrusted all of it back in.

“Oh my god, it’s so good,” You said breathlessly, barely able to register the feeling of anything but being stuffed to the brim. “It’s so good… what do I do?”

You heard Sylus groan deeply before a dark chuckle escaped his throat.

“Sit back and enjoy, kitten. That’s all you need to do.”

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞:

“No Zayne, it’s not gonna fit, I’m serious!”

“We haven’t even tried yet, Y/N. Relax, please.”

While Zayne’s calm demeanor was often grounding, right now you found it nothing short of annoying.

Your little heart was about to beat right out of your chest… you were sure he could practically hear your heartbeats right now. No stethoscope needed!

It was your first time together… neither of you two had seen each other naked before.

So imagine your surprise when Zayne casually pulls his boxers down to reveal the absolute weapon in his pants.

It wasn’t just big length wise… it was thick. Very thick.

And so so pretty. His dick was so incredibly pretty.

A gorgeous pink tip that faded in color towards the base. Like it was made just for you.

You always caught glimpses of his bulge through his slacks, but you didn’t expect it to be so… huge?

A jaw dropping reveal.

Knowing you like the back of his hand, Zayne obviously felt your concerned gaze on him.

And he promised to get you ready for him properly.

Fingering you for a good hour… making you cum multiple times and stretching you out like the good man he was.

“Do you think you’re ready now?” He was between your legs in missionary, staring down at you.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You sighed.

“I’ll go slow, I promise.” Zayne kissed you lovingly on the cheek.

You nodded, skin brushing against his as he pulled away.

Gasping as you felt his tip rub up and down your folds, you felt him experimentally push into you to see how much force it would take to enter you.

“Zayne…”

“I know. I’ve got you.”

His soothing words did nothing but assure you. Zayne had every bit of your trust, and he had earned it all.

He entered you slowly, using exact force to get just the tip in.

The sensation of that alone made you toss and turn.

He kept pulling out, and pushing in… and pulling out and pushing in… each time inching a bit more of his cock inside you.

“So big… Zayne it’s so big…” You whined out, eyes shut as you weakly pressed as his pelvis with your palm.

“If you’re saying it’s big when I’ve just managed to fit half of my cock inside you,” Zayne struggled to muffle his own sounds between words. “You’re in for a much harder time than you think.”

He continued his method from before… slowly inching more and more of his cock in a he fucked in and out of you slowly.

The pain was undeniable. But something else was also undeniable.

You felt so incredibly full inside. It felt amazing. The fullness mixed with the invigorating friction of each thrust was intensifying by the minute.

“So good… I think… it’s so good… more please…!”

Zayne chuckled at your admission.

“How about this?” Zayne leaned forward to lean on his forearms above you, grinding his thick cock into you with each stroke. “Does that feel good?”

“Yessss… yeah! Feels so good… Zayne!” You’re pretty sure you were babbling like an idiot, but you just couldn’t help it.

Dipping down, he caught your lips with his for a deep kiss.

Pulling away, his eyes bore deep into yours. So deep that you could see yourself reflected in them.

“Do you want me to go faster now?”

“Yes… please… Zayne…!”

[sturniolosangel]

jealous- chris sturniolo (18+)

warnings: use of pet names, choking, oral(m&f receiving), unprotected sex (plz wrap before u tap it), pulling hair, cremepie, lowkey dom chris bc lol also not proof read but enjoy

summary: chris and reader are best friends but will one halloween party change that?

i’m sitting in the car with the triplets and we’re playing smash or pass for there youtube channel. chris wouldn’t shut up about betty boop and how she was bad as fuck.

“chris that’s actually crazy we’re not talking literally” i say laughing at him from the backseat. nick then starts laughing as chris starts to defend himself. “i said what i said she bad” i roll my eyes and tell matt to go to the next one.

“smash or pass.. steve harrington from stranger things” matt said looking at me and nick. i look to matt an smile as i speak “smash 100% he could” before i could finish chris spoke “i thought this wasn’t literal” i closed my mouth holding in my laugh. “i don’t care smash all day everyday” i said while the boys mouths were wide open.

as the video ended matt drove back to their apartment. we arrived as i got out the car and wrapped my arms around chris pulling him into a hug since him and matt just argued. he hugged back and took a deep breath in as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “come on it’s alright” i say grabbing his hand dragging him inside.

i walk to the kichen his hand still in mine as i sat next to nick and chris stood behind me while matt was getting a drink. “are we going to nessas halloween party? madi said shes going” nick says looking up from his phone. “i’m always down to get dressed up and i think i have a costume in mind” i spoke leaning back on the chair looking up at chris as he started speaking. “i think i have something in mind too” he looks down at me smiling.

chris grab a pepsi from the fridge as nick and matt both said their goodnights to us. “ready to go to bed i’m exhausted” i say tilting my head at chris as he shuts the fridge. “yeah i’m ready ma” chris said with a raspy voice. i bit my lip as he starts to walk upstairs while i follow behind.

he opens the door as i walk to his draw and got out some of my pajamas because i tend to stay here a lot i’ve know these boys for to long. l start to take off my pants and shirt leaving me in my underwear and bra. chris is sitting on the bed watching me as i look at him in the mirror he smirks at me as i put my head down blushing. i put just a baggy t-shirt on as i go to lay next to him.

i pull the blanket up on us as chris puts his head in my chest. i put my hand in his hair as i drifted off to sleep.

*the day of the party*

i facetime nick because he wanted to get ready on facetime. “heyy nick im actually so excited” i say smiling. “i know i haven’t been to a party in awhile so i’m a little nervous” he said back. “yes exactly i feel like im gonna look like such a slut” i speak as i pull my makeup out. “i promise you’ll look good if people think other wise they can fuck themselfs” nick said reassuring me. i laughed as i struggled to get out a thank you.

i finish my makeup as nick is putting on his costume. “nick i will see you in like 30 minutes i have to do my hair and put my dress on, and remember no showing me what you’re dressed as we all agreed to keep it a secret” i say. “i know i know see you in a bit” he said rolling his eyes sarcastically. “okayy i love uu” i said screaming into the phone. “i love you too” he screamed back. i hung up the phone as i started to play music.

i started to do my hair jamming out to my playlist chris created for me. as i finish my hair and slowly start to take all the pieces for my costume out of the box. i put my red dress on looking at myself in the mirror and turning around looking how good my body looked. i slipped on the red garter to my thigh an putt my heels on. i sent a text to nick letting him know i’ll be there soon.

i hopped in my car an started to drive to the place the party was being held turning up the radio. i pulled up as i looked around to see all the cars outside. i parked my car as i got out grabbing my purse walking to the door.

as i walked in i saw nessa and madi so i knew the triplets had to be here. i walked up to them. “you guys look so good” i said hugging them. “omg girl you are so hot” madi says pulling way. “thank you mads but do you know where the boys are?”i question. she point her fingers over to the kitchen. i nod my head as i say my goodbyes.

i slowly walk into the kitchen and i lock eyes with matt who’s jaw is on the floor as i put my finger to my lips telling him to shoosh because i wanted to surprise chris. before i could walk behind chris someone stopped me.

“hey how have you been!” i turned around to see who it was. it was an old friend of mine he went to my highschool. “where’s time gone you look so grown but i’m doing good how about you?” i ask looking up at him. i feel a stare behind but i choose to ignore it.

“i’m good it’s been so long since i’ve seen you and you look amazing” he spoke flirtatiously. my smile dropped realizing he was trying to make a move. “thank you it was nice seeing you” i said as i gave him a small hug as his hands wrapped around my waist but i pulled away right then and there.

i waved at him as i turned around my eyes met a very sexy steve harrington who has his jaw clenched. i walk my way over to the triplets and put my hands out giving a “surprise” look. “omg! you look actually so amazing” nick said pulling me into a hug. “mr harrington over here couldn’t stop looking at you” matt laughed as he pulled me into a hug as well.

i laugh as i pull away and make it to chris. his reaction changes as he takes me in looking me from top to bottom as he licks his lips. i look up to him with doe eyes as i put my hands around his neck pulling him into a hug. he wraps his hand right above my ass.

“like what you see mr harrington” i whisper in his ear as i pull away arms still wrapped around his neck. he looks down onto he as his hands slowly move down my ass. “i love what i see mrs betty boop” he whispers back.

i look to my left and realize nick and matt are gone i giggle as i turn back to chris. i grab his hand as i lead him outside where we can get away from everyone. “i can’t believe you dressed up as steve like i could kiss you right now” i said looking up at him. “why don’t you? … or do you want that other guy in there. he sure wanted a piece of you.” chris spoke with a tang of anger.

“why would i want him when i have you” i said licking my lips looking back and forth between his lips and eyes. he rises his hand to my cheek closing the gap between us connecting our lips. i wrap my hand in his hair slightly tugging as his hand moved from my face to my neck squeezing lightly.

i moaned against his lips as he slips his tounge into my mouth as we fought for dominance, him obviously winning. his other hand sliding down my dress kneading my ass in his hand. i tilt my head back as he replaced his hand with his lips on my neck.

“as much as i love and appreciate this outfit i need to get it off of you” chris looked down at me as i bit my lip. he grabbed my hand and ran to find an empty room. as we reach a room completely empty he shut the door and locked it connecting our lips once again.

my hands went under his shirt feeling his torso and chest as i pulled it over his head. he unzipped my dress as i step out of it his pants are tossed on the floor with it. i reach for my thigh to take my garter chris stops me. “leave it on” he spoke demanding. i nod my head as i slowly start to kneel on the ground.

chris groans from the way he doesn’t even need to tell you what to do. i pull down his boxers watching his hard dick bounce onto his torso. i pump him with my hand as he steps on out his boxers. “come on ma.. put that pretty mouth to use” he said putting his hand on my head not messing up my hair.

i reply with taking him in my mouth as he threw his head back with a moan. i started to bop my head up and down with his hand guiding me. “as much as i’m enjoying this i want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours” he spoke grabbing my hand pulling me up.

he reconnected our lips and picked me up. i wrapped my legs around him as he took me to the bed and laid me down. he started planting light bruises on my neck as he made his way down and unclipped my bra. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve see in my life” he said hands groping my boobs.

i whine out at his actions as he tongue meets my nipples sucking. his hand reach farther down and get to my side as he pops of my nipple leaving kisses along my torso. i bring my hand down to move his hair so i could see his face.

he reached my pussy as he took my underwear an put it in his pocket as he opened my legs. my pussy on full display for me glistening from the light as he used two fingers to spread it open. “you’ve been hiding this beautiful thing from me” he spoke rubbing my clit.

i moan as my hand reaches farther into his hair almost tugging. “gonna be a good girl for me and let me eat you out.” he said putting a finger in me. my head titled back “yes i’ll be good.. just please chris” i desperately whispered.

he went in bringing his lips and tounge to my clit while pumping a finger in and out of me. i grip his hair as i roll my eyes back. he groans against me sending a vibration through my whole body.

he adds a second finger going a little faster this time as i moan out his name. “chris! .. fuck i’m bout to cum please!” i almost scream out. he pulls away from now taking his fingers out and rubbing my clit. “not yet baby i wanna fuck it out of you” i moan at his words as he towers over me.

he gives me a kiss before flipping me on my stomach so i’m face down ass up. he lets me get comfortable before slowly putting his dick in me. i groan against the pillow as his hands grip my hips. he sets a slow pace groaning while going in and out.

“god you’re so tight ma.. i’m gonna go a little faster now” he spoke. i nodded my head eagerly needing him to go faster. he rocked me back and forth against him as he’s hand came down to grip my hair. “fuck.. just like that chris!” i grip the sheets underneath my fingers.

“such a slut.. wanting me to be rough with you” he said tightening his hand that was in hair. “yes chris i’m your slut” i breathlessly spoke. “just mine” he whispered bringing me up so my back was against his chest. i turn my head to lock lips with him as one of us hands wrapped around neck and other around my torso keeping me stable.

all i could hear was unsteady moans, skin slapping, and the music faintly from downstairs. i cleached around him as he moans into my lips. i dragged my arm behind his head gripping a hold of him as he pounded into me. “shit chris! im not gonna last much longer” i spoke tilting my head back.

“it’s okay baby let it out i’m right behind ya” he said dragging his hand from my neck to my clit rubbing in circles. i close my eyes as my hand clings onto his hair slightly pulling. “oh god chris” i almost screamed out as i let myself go.

i clenched around him as my legs started to slight shake as he filled me up moaning in my ear. “what a good girl letting me just stuff you” he said letting me catch my breath. he pulled out and laid us down on the bed.

i was about to fall asleep until i heard nick scream “chris and y/n! where are you guys, we need to take pictures!” chris chuckled as he looked over to me putting his hand out so we could get up. i groan as i take his hand and get up tossing him his clothes.

i start to put my whole outfit on for a second time today as i looked up to see chris fully dressed behind me zipping up my dress. i smile at him as i turn around and kiss him. “come on ma wouldn’t want them waiting” he smirked as i nod my head. i look at myself in the mirror and surprisingly, my hair was still good, but my lipstick was ruined.

we walked outside the room with chris’s arm around my waist. “there you guys are come on we need to hurry” nick said smiling pulling us downstairs. i interlock my hands with chris as we walked to all of our friends.

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[lovelaetter]

https://youtu.be/T9uQzj1-I5k?si=tQzcmpNYzVy3cDQs i cant get over how good she looks lately but THIS interview i’m actually foaming at the mouth

aside from loving the concept of her being so open about past relationships…the sick part of me is obsessed with the idea of rosie being in a toxic relationship because it just fits her so well. i can imagine her in a situationship but not being able to detach because 1) she’s needy and attatched, and 2) gets fucked right so its worth it.

i just want her to cry and yell in my face, throwing stuff around, literally going batshit crazy just for her to come back in a week to say sorry with *that* look on her face to get her pussy stuffed, craving your fingers or getting dicked down (g!p) cause she “can’t do it herself.”

on-and-off relationships with her, being possessive and controlling over her when she’s in different cities - whether its for her little ysl shows, or music promotions, asking who she's with, adding in a certain comment about the skin she shows, acting like she hates it but deep down knows she loves being your fixation cuz it feeds her ego lol

loving being mean to her because she knows how to take it (and *other* things) and sometimes getting an earful back, just for both of you to end up in bed tearing each other apart. like, you getting upset about her writing a song in her album, calling you out subtly on your guys' relationship, fighting in the studio in front of her team, 'embarrassing' her just for kick everyone out so you can fuck right then and there because seeing you angry gets her feeling a way oops maybe i just like arguing - 🥀

😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay but what if: you also being someone in the industry, not necessarily a singer, could an actress, a director, a writer, just both sides being put out there by you and being equally messy, you know, equal rights and people love being nosy and everyone is like this is the worst relationship ever but the next day there’s an article saying how you got back together and people simply can’t be on anyone’s side, you both are the worst !!

look, i don’t have a thing for cheating, i hate it actually, awful thing, but it’s fitting here, let’s be real. her going full taylor swift and admitting on cheating on you on her album? exactly. the drama, just sitting in her room waiting for your call or worse, for you to bang at her door mad as fuck but instead you just text her like “okay girl i fucked someone too so what lol” BUT THE THING IS you are mad, yes, you cheated, but you ARE mad and playing it cool and now so is she and it triggers this week long ass fight that culminates in, not joking, weekend long sex, the type your agent calls you because you have schedule to follow and you pick it up just to tell them to fuck off, change of plans, more important things showed up— blondie on your door looking so pissed but also wearing the most “visiting my not-so-ex-girlfriend-we-complicated to scream some facts at her but also let her know i need to feel her deep inside me” outfit she could find. and the thing you said about controlling her? omg, doing it here, the subject the discussion you are having quickly changing once you take a proper look at whatever she’s wearing with a “and what the fuck is that?” and her being sooo entitled saying “well, i have places to be” and it’s like “you do?” “yeah” “yeah?” “uh-hm” until you are already too close to her and she has nowhere to run once your hands get on her like she’s a doll. you actually loved her outfit, she looks so hot as always, and deep down you know she did it just for you… but you simply wouldn’t let her win this game.

her people probably would think she is dead or something during all weekend unless they are smart enough to contact someone that works with you because she would tell her manager oh i’m visiting someone and just leave and they wouldn’t be able to reach her as the whole time her phone is inside her bag turned off and she’s busy laying belly down with her pretty face being into the pillows and spread out, moaning and crying out for you to (not) give her holes a break, pussy leaking around four fingers and pushing up every time you tease her little asshole.

sex so good it has you apologizing to each other by the end, hands between the other’s thighs, her mouth on your tits, awkwardly muttering “sorry” against your skin.

[spotlightlowlife]

hella decent vs hella descent

The satan character is decent.

A judge and a reasonable one at that who it seems is well respected among his peers, all the sins but sadboy showed to his court, there was plenty of room to speak and this court session was abruptly held because of one little snitch (with a good case) so we get the impression that he is a stickler for rules and justice.

No idea how powerful he is but he showed us something that this series has been lacking which is a hierarchy. A stickler for the rules but clearly had some favouritism and affection for Stolas who sits high as royalty, was Stolas spared by satan or is there a known and accepted exception to the rules when it comes to royalty? That was left open.

Stolas's punishment, if it's committed to could actually something excellent for his characters growth, the opportunity to genuinely slum it and gain empathy and appreciation for what is a lifetime to the average person.

I like how the moment Stolas lost his position the general public would turn on him, again, finally establishing that these titles stand for something.

We're definitely not missing out on sadboy Lucifer over at the hangout hotel, he truly isn't needed.

Stella can love her daughter and loathe her husband who loathed her right back. No proof that's she's the incompetent parent. Nothing hard to understand here. The Octavia scene could have made Stella look more of a villain had this all been her plan but no, her brother pulls the strings.

Still, Stella remains interesting .

I appreciate that Mammon was tediously bored, unbothered and was looking forward to taking a break to eat, like many people forced to be at meetings, this further told us that these meetings are something that must be attended like it or not.

They really laid it on thick that nobody likes this guy and were so petty about it, reminding us that he's gross, fat, glutinous, stupid, unfocused, childlike and doesn't get that those who aren't snapping at him don't like him either.

Were we supposed to find a grownup playing with toys that ranged from fidgit to toddler an annoyance or amusing, since the whole direction of this character is that he's offputting and wrong in every way possible?

Mammon had no time for Stolas's song yet Stolas would approach him briefly and knock over his building blocks, is his lack of interest in 'emotional' song and dance another reason we should be disliking him, who didn't have a song to sing in his episode where he additionally broke the mould of 'no fun'?

Why does Bee have issue with him? Wasn't she a fun, dismissive and shallow, binge eating and drinking pushing party girl when we last saw her? Couldn't these two easily be close?

What exactly is ancient Ozzie's issue with ancient Mammon outside of the past 10 years with 30 something Fizz?

Bee and Ozzie being attached at the hip and practically sharing lines is so tacky. They're reduced to cheering on Blitzø despite their few exchanges with him, exchanges which involved unresolved critique, these two are truly the worst, they got worst, Ozzie heckled Blitzø on before he got neutered, but after neutering he knows that Stolas had been lending out his grimore, Blitzø no longer has Stolas's book but now has Ozzie's crystal, so he's unser his jurisdiction now, a deal Stolas and Ozzie made behind Blitzø's back, how about talking about that? Bee on the other hand got neutered during her introduction, when she all of a sudden saw Blitzø as a huge problem that was ruining her party and killing a vibe though we saw no NPC walking out, now she's arguing that he's harmless? We don't get much of them but the brief moments we do get just dump on their credibility further but hey, what matters is they're both dating on Blitzø and co. level so they're 'nice guys'.

Two sides of the same coin is what they are. Though their opening lines were to cape for Blitzø things soon turned to Bee sex shaming Mammon, yes Queen Bee, the prince gluttony who sat cringing at Mammon's gluttonous display, makes the sex remark. I repeat, coin, two sides.

Really gives more credence to critism of fat phobia and acephobia (because asexual means nobody wants you, it's just another word for incel) that I've seen, there may be room to throw neuro divergence ignorance in there too.

[kiss-theggoat]

Familiar

Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: You've been having a shameful relationship with a certain Woodsboro slasher. One night, during a particularly passionate encounter, you discover who it actually is you’ve been spending time with.

Warnings: Smut, you don’t know you’re fucking Billy so I guess elements of non-con

“Guys come on! So what if I’m a virgin, I mean it’s normal!” Randy sat on the concrete ledge, fighting for his life against the vultures that are Stu and Billy. They cackled and fist bumped, turning back towards Randy to listen to him dig himself deeper into the virginity hole.

You overheard this conversation as you walked towards the group, lunch tray in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder, making it ache. Stu and Tatum sat furthest to the right, as usual, on top of eachother, kissing and touching, Tatum sitting on his lap. Then Sydney to their left, then Billy beside her, chewing on some apple slices Syd had brought. Randy sat furthest to the right, a few feet away from Billy. You strode over, plopping down between Billy and Randy. “What’s everyone arguing about?” You asked with a smile, also silently questioning if your school chicken sandwich would give you salmonella.

Stu laughed, tossing a chocolate in his mouth. “We just figured out that ol’ stunner Randy Meeks here is a virgin.” He threw a candy towards Randy, making him swat it away and flip Stu off. You were conflicted. You could take Randy’s side and say you were too, but that’d be a lie. If you said you weren’t a virgin, then everyone would ask who you’d slept with, because you told Syd and Tatum that you were a virgin. They’d know it happened recently, and you couldn’t exactly tell them you’d been meeting with a certain ghost-faced serial killer.

You shrugged. “Me too.” With a sneer, you peeled the bun back to reveal a questionably pink looking breaded piece of chicken. “You want this?” You held the burger out to Stu, who snatched it up and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in a month, which left you with a few bland, soggy french fries.

“A-HA!” Randy pointed an accusatory finger at Billy. “Told you! Totally normal to be a virgin. Just cause you're used to seeing movies where every single teenager is having sex doesn’t mean that-“

“It’s not the movies, Spielberg.” Billy interrupted. “Most of the people I know - in this school - aren’t virgins.”

You made eye contact with Billy, just now realizing that he was staring you down, deep brown eyes burning holes into yours. Trying to play off how nervous you were around him, you rolled your eyes. “What’s the big deal, Billy? Being a virgin isn’t embarrassing.”

Billy dropped the apple slice he was eating, leaning closer to you. Something in his eyes looked right through you. It looked like he knew all of your secrets, every little thing you’ve done in the dark. You tensed and backed up, biting half of your cardboard-like fry. “What?” You asked defensively, trying to get him to back off.

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, staring at you with the same blank expression. “You’re really a virgin, huh?”

Did he know? How could he possibly know? Did EVERYONE know? You started to panic internally, but kept it cool on the outside. “Yes! I don’t know what the big deal is. Just because I haven’t found someone yet doesn’t mean I’m a loser or something.”

“Yeah right! You’re a total loser!” Stu yelled, finishing your sandwich. “I can’t believe a hottie like you is a virgin! Maybe you and Randy can fuck, get it over with.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You threw a fry at him, but it missed him, unlike Tatum’s slap on the chest, “Ugh, Stu don’t be gross.” She whined.

Randy’s face was bright red. You always thought he might have a little thing for you, but you’d pretty much had your eyes on Billy ever since high school started. You were glad to be his friend, but when he started dating one of your best friends, Syd, you couldn’t help but be consumed completely with jealousy. She knew you’d had a crush on him a little bit, and still dated him. You convinced her you were over it. Girl code, y’know?

“I’m not rushing to not be a virgin. I’m fine with it.” You said matter-of-factly and ate another fry. Billy scoffed, leaning back against his hands, which earned him a glare from both you and Sydney. You had no clue why he was being so rude about this, he couldn’t know. The bell rang out, signaling both the terrible start of your Algebra class and the blissful end of this conversation. “See you guys later.” You mumbled, taking your tray with you as you left.

The alarm clock beside you read 12:36 AM. You had been reading next to your lamp at your desk for a while, procrastinating your homework long enough to where it hopefully disappeared. With a yawn and an ache behind your eyes you decided it was bedtime. As you stood up to turn your lamp off, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. Your body had an immediate response, like Pavlov’s dogs. A phone call late at night usually meant a visit from your favorite ghost.

You picked up the line. “Hello?” You asked, a small smile tugging at your lips as you mindlessly chewed on your fingernail.

“Hi pretty girl…” his sultry voice had you hot in your cool bedroom, cheeks turning pink. “Your blinds are closed. I thought I told you to keep those open.”

“Sorry.” You said softly. “It was hot today…” you walked towards your curtains and moved them to the side, standing in the window.

A hearty chuckle sounded from over the line. “There she is…wearing my favorite shirt…good girl…”

You looked down at the tank top you had on, pink, simple, but low cut and revealing. Perfect for bed and, apparently, Ghostface. With it, you wore a pair of plain black lounge shorts that fit loose around your thighs.

“I’m in a hurry tonight, princess so get to it.” He said quickly, “Is the window unlocked like I told you?”

You nodded, big enough for him to see from his usual spot in the yard. You decided to listen to the man, getting to work. You set the phone down for just a second, quickly taking your shirt off. You had no bra, so he had a full unobstructed view of your tits he loved so much. You picked up the phone again and heard a small groan from him. “Attagirl…”

You shimmied your shorts off your legs, pleased that you had worn panties he liked, your girliest ones, purple with a little gemstone heart on the waistband.

“It’s almost like you knew I was coming, pretty girl.”

You bit your lip, leaning in closer to the window. “Come inside already…” You whispered needily, voice almost trembling from your desperation.

One minute your yard was empty, normal. The picture of suburban bliss. The next, it was overtaken by the shadow of a brutal, ruthless killer, threatening aura filling the whole yard. He should scare you, but your body had a visceral reaction to him. Face hot, skin tingling, panties wet. You wanted him every single night like you’d never wanted anything before, and seeing him was like lighting a fire in your chest. It was borderline humiliating how bad you needed him.

You slid the window open, screen discarded weeks ago, and you waited with vibrating skin. You watched his gloved hands grip the window sill, strong arms pulling him up into your childhood bedroom. Maybe that was part of the appeal. He was so forbidden, having a secret relationship in your home with a man like him was so hot to you.

There he stood in all his glory, black boots heavy on your white rug. He was on you in seconds, hands wandering, grabbing your tits hard with one, the other pushing your panties down. “So wet already.” He growled. His voice close-up was weird, but something you’d gotten used to. You knew he was using a voice changer, it crackled very once in a while and you could hear another voice in tandem with his deep, modulated one. His real voice. You couldn’t hear it well enough to know who it was, but you liked hearing it anyway.

You nodded, breathless, backing up to your bed while pulling him at the bicep with you. You laid back, and he slid your panties off the rest of the way, slipping them into his back pocket. That made your face flame red. The fact that he wanted to keep your wet panties was insane to you, made you feel hot, made you feel wanted. It made you feel like he needed you as bad as you needed him.

“Please…” you whined, pulling on his cloak as he stepped between your legs.

“Needy, huh? Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be acting like such a slut.” He snapped, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. His gloved hands trailed up the smooth skin of your inner thighs, stopping at the apex to admire the way you looked in the low warm light of your bedroom.

He slid his glove off, something he’s never done before. You looked down quickly at his hand, but a firm grip on your jaw slammed you back down to the bed. “No peeking, princess.”

You nodded, finally feeling his skin on yours. His touch felt so much better than the rough material of his gloves. Based on the glance you got, his hands were big, but smooth. Something you didn’t expect from him. You expected rough and dirty hands, not soft and manicured fingers.

All of your pensive thoughts were scrambled when you felt his finger push inside of you, quite easily with how wet you were at this point. He groaned at the feeling of your warm insides, eager to be inside you. A second finger slid in beside the first, curling upwards against the soft spot he knew got a reaction from you. You tensed, legs spreading further with a whine at his touch.

Warmth spread over your legs and belly, up to your chest and face. His fingers squelched as he fucked them into you, curled upwards at every right moment. Your bedsheets felt so soft against your hands as you gripped onto them, eyes closed and mouth open, wanton moans escaping you. While you weren’t focused, he slid a hand underneath his cloak, palming himself through his jeans.

He grumbled something softly, something you didn’t hear.

“Huh?” You asked, that small word the only thing you could muster between moans.

“Wanna taste you.” He said louder, grinding his hips into his hand. “You're gonna be a good girl and keep your eyes shut, okay?” He asked, but you felt a threatening undertone present in his words. You nodded quickly, but whined when his fingers left you. You felt yourself clench around nothing,feeling empty without him inside you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him move to the window to shut the curtain. Your hands were clammy as they pressed over your eyes, you had to make sure you wouldn’t peek. You wanted to see what he looked like, but didn’t want to end up in the paper as the newest Ghostface victim.

For a minute, you waited, then suddenly, an eruption of pleasure as you felt his mouth on you, tongue running up your clit, hands pressing your thighs down against the bed. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew down to grip his hair. He didn’t seem to mind. You tried to gather what little information you could from the feeling. He felt sweaty, but his hair was soft, a little bit longer. But that’s all you could gather. You scrunched your face to emphasize the fact that your eyes were closed.

He sucked your clit into his mouth as two large fingers pushed inside of you. You let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open and back arching up off of the bed. “Holy shit…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair. He groaned, squeezing your thighs tight with his bare hands, to your delight, both gloves were off. He was becoming way more comfortable with you.

You felt yourself get close, you felt tingles on your thighs and up your waist, all the way up to your arms. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you felt so good and you couldn’t think straight. At that moment, you wanted to see him. You needed to know who he was. Desperately, you wanted to kiss him.

“I’m…I…” you whined.

“You’re gonna cum?” He asked, voice breathy with small pants. You tensed up. His voice changer wasn’t on. He sounded so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was bugging you, but you couldn’t focus on it too long as your orgasm overtook your body, gushing over his fingers and legs trembling as a damn near shriek left your mouth. You felt like you couldn’t see, your ears were ringing and you felt like you had just been beat up. You decided to look. You had to. His voice. You knew him.

You opened your eyes to see the man you’d been fucking the last few weeks. His lips and chin glistening with your cum, face flushed and soft pants escaping his plumped lips, hair sweaty and tousled from your pulling, falling in front of those gorgeous brown eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. You stared in shock. “….B-Billy?”

[2-guns-b1tch]

Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

Ao3

+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

——

You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Jonny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist.  His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

 You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

[julieverne]

Jane puts herself in a box she labels as 'straight'.

She puts you in another little box labelled 'straight' as well.

The kind of boxes that don't stack nicely. The kind that don't fit on top of each other.

But you and Jane fit together so nicely.

--

"Man, this is great, isn't it?" Jane enthuses. You've bought Fenway tickets for the playoff. Jane is in full cosplay, but she sulks when you call it that, even when you explain it's exactly like dressing like a character from a show. Jane doesn't like to be labelled as a 'nerd'. "The only way this could get any better is if this were a date."

Jane looks over, sheepishly. "Of course, not a date with just us. Just, like. If I had a date. And you had a date. And they were both men. That kind of date."

"A double date?" you suggest. And Jane nods thankfully.

--

"I wish somebody would pick me up," Jane grumbles when Frost elegantly seduces a woman at The Dirty Robber. You immediately put your arms around her and lift her. She's not heavy, not like this, and you lean back to steady against her extra weight.

"Not like that, Maura, c'mon!" Jane doesn't struggle, though, and her cheeks are pink when you put her down. "You know, like I wish a man would pick me up."

"For sex," you say, nodding and completely understanding the intricacies of what Jane is saying now that she's explained it.

Jane tosses her head and rolls her eyes but all of her overdramatic over reactions don't mean much when weighed against the cute little blush on her cheeks.

--

"This would be perfect, if you were a man," Jane says. She's sprawled across your lap, and you're rubbing your fingers through her hair and over her back. The game is on the tv but she's too relaxed to do more than cheer when a goal is scored. "You'd be perfect, if you were a man."

"I think I'm fine as I am, and I don't want to tailor any of my dresses. So I won't undergo a sex change for you, Jane. Not even if that's the only way I can get you to date me. I like being a woman, and I like that you're a woman, and until you said that I was thinking about how perfect this was, here and now, with both of us being women."

Jane is completely still. Even her breathing has stopped. You can feel her heart beat pounding crazily through her rib cage from where your hand rests on her back.

"I don't - I can't date women." Jane's voice is small and sad and full of regrets. Jane breathes in and rolls over in your lap, trying to sit up and move away from you like you've burned down her little box with the label on it. Like it hadn't been drenched with gasoline and torn to tinder already.

"Not 'women'. Just me."

"You are, though."

"I'm a woman, yes. But I'm also the person you come home to every night. I'm the person you call every day. I'm the person you being food to when they're sick, and I'd bet dollars to glazed doughnuts that I'm the only person who's actually seen you cry. But I will not sacrifice my wardrobe for you, Jane. I won't be a man for you, because I've never wanted to be a man. Not until I met you and thought it was the only way I can be with you."

"I don't want you to be a man."

"But you want to find a man 'just like me'. You say this is perfect, but it's not because I'm not a man. I think I'm perfect as I am, apart from the part of me that wants to change for you because you can't admit what we are to each other." You're upset now, and so is she, but not the angry kind of hurt, just deeply sad on your part, and she's lost and confused.

"But I'm straight," Jane argues helplessly. "Aren't I? Aren't I supposed to feel this way about men?"

"Feel what way?" you ask, seeing a splinter in her armour. You prod and push at it.

She kisses you. She's still half-across your lap and she melts into your arms like a soft serve frozen yoghurt swirled but you're touching, you're touching her and her mouth is so soft and generous and braver than Jane is because she can't pull away, she's lost, and she's running her hands over you like she's found the holy grail and it's under your dress.

--

"That was perfect," Jane tells you much, much later. Her fingers trail over your bare skin in your big bed, and her lips linger on the bones of your shoulder, on your collarbone, on the freckles you try to cover up on your throat. "Because you're you, and I wouldn't want you any other way."

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Sated

Analociet (Virgil, Trans!Logan, And Janus)

Warnings: Period Sex, Overstimualtion, D/S, Sensory Deprivation

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Summary: Logan's boyfriends are both vampires, and they've found a much better alternative to hunting for their food.

It was often that Logan found himself wandering down to the library of his lavish new residence whenever he was looking to wind down. The rows of both familiar novels he enjoyed and unknown tomes waiting to be investigated called to him often to break the monotony of his daily work, and he would never resist the tempting offer to sit in the reading nook that allowed its resident to gaze into the forest around the large abode. However, with the house being so large, and its company preferring to relax in their own environments, he did not expect to hear two voices arguing in his personal paradise.

As he walked down the corridor, the identity of said voices revealed themselves. The quick gravelly whispers could only belong to virgil. Whatever he was saying couldn’t be made out, but it was met with Janus’ calm response. Why the two were in the library at this hour Logan could not guess, but he entered to hopefully find out. He looked between the two men who sat in the nook in the corner hunched over a medium-sized book.

“May I ask why the both of you are here?”

They instantly quieted and looked over at the human, Virgil slamming the book shut. 

“Oh, L, you’re up. We thought you went to bed a few hours ago.”

“I did,” Logan replied, “I was unable to focus on falling asleep. I thought maybe coming here and reading for a while might help me relax- but you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes, Virgil, why don’t you tell Logan about your little proposal?” Janus said with a teasing grin.

Logan’s brow knitted in confusion as he stepped closer to the two, “Proposal?”

“Really threw me under the bus there Jan, thanks. Well, we were talking and- It…it has been kinda- well, not exactly easy? I guess? To, um… okay how do I say this-” Virgil had a clear look of worry as he stammered, trying to form the right words to form his point but struggling as he often did. Logan gazed down at the book the two seemed to be reading as he walked in, a medical textbook. It wasn’t exactly the type of material he suspected they’d be delving into but he would hardly criticize them for it. 

“We want to do a scene with you.” Janus interrupted.

“Janus.”

“You were never going to say it!”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to!”

“So…is that all, then?” 

The two sitting down seemed to steal Logan’s look of confusion. Virgil drew his knees up to his chest while Janus put the book behind them.

“We have rather thoroughly discussed scenes and sexual desires before. I see no reason to be embarrassed discussing it now.”

“Well, this time we’d like to try something different, love.” Janus stood and walked over to Logan, putting two of his hands at his waist in a small gesture of affection. Virgil looked nervously at the ground before clearing his throat, “Jan, do you think you can…?”

The other nodded and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Logan's head, “First of all, like all of our previous discussions you are welcome to refuse our offer, as well as request any adjustments. This is a negotiation-”

“I am well aware of how these conversations work, Janus. What is the proposal?”

“Virgil and I have to take a break from feeding in our usual manner. We’d like to feed off of you.”

A brief silence hung in the air as Virgil held his breath, Janus tried to read his boyfriend’s emotions, and Loan pondered the request. He knew both his partners would treat him with the utmost respect and would ultimately respect his decision if he denied them, but denial never came to his mind. Instead, this plan of theirs piqued his curiosity.

“How is this related to sex?”

The question cut the tension in the room, with both Janus and Virgil offering a chuckle and a smirk respectively.

“We’d like to eat you out during your period, Lo.” Virgil clarified. 

“Oh. Oh.”

“You don’t have to agree to it, I just- we just thought it might be a way to, well… satisfy all of us.”

Janus slowly ran his hands down Logan’s figure, “-And maybe have some fun while doing it.  What do you say we talk specifics?” 

A chill ran down Logan’s spine, “Please.”

~~~~~~~~~

A thorough discussion was had about the scene. Logan had notified both of them of when his cycle typically started. He also wanted to partake in other kinks and dynamics they’d previously played with. Things like sensory deprivation, bondage, and submitting to his boyfriends. He’d also expressed to them he didn’t want this to be an overplanned scene, since doing so both gave Virgil more anxiety and he felt it would take away from the thrill of it. A vague timeline was set and safewords and signals were prepped. Now all they had to do was wait.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan was tired.

It had been a week filled with near constant work. He was fortunate enough to work from home, but after the internet went out for a couple days and an influx of new material to work on, he had to double his efforts to complete everything. It left him exhausted at the end of the week, so both his boyfriends had generously prepared him a relaxing bath to destress before bed that night. 

After donning his robe and squeezing the water out of his hair with a towel, Logan began walking towards the bedroom. His glasses rested atop his head after fogging up in the bath’s steam, and the dim lighting accommodating Virgil’s sensitivities didn’t do much to help his vision. It’s unfortunate he didn’t see the figure lurking around the corridor before it was too late.

As soon as he reached for the door handle to the bedroom, a pair of sharp teeth sunk into the skin between his neck and shoulder. He expected one of his boyfriends to drink from the wound to satiate their hunger, but instead of the hollow cold sensation of blood being withdrawn, he felt a blossoming warmth travel through his vessels. It wasn’t long before his vision faded and he crumpled to the ground from the injected venom. The last thing he heard was Janus’ smooth baritone.

“I can’t wait to drink everything you have to offer.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan woke up to pitch black, feeling the cloth tied tightly over his eyes.

He felt the strong silk holding down his arms and legs as he stirred awake.

For a moment, his heart raced, not knowing where he was or what was happening, but then the hands scratching over his thighs and warm breath tickling his skin forced him to focus every touch he would receive. The confusion faded quickly into a pleasant wave of thoughtlessness as something warm and wet licked over his folds.

“Well, how does he taste?”

“Mm. Sweet… and tinny. Like a cherry if it bled.”

Logan whimpered from behind what he assumed was a ball gag in his mouth. It wasn’t until now that he’d realized the warm arousal that had been pooling in his gut since he woke up. He shifted sharply and bucked his hips in search of contact, only to be met with those sharp nails pinning his hips down and holding his legs apart.

“Quit moving. You aren’t going anywhere till we’re both full.” Virgil hissed before diving back in again, this time sweetly kissing Logan’s clit and working down to his hole to drink his fill. He delved his tongue inside and began to coax that sweetness out of his lover. With every lick and thrust, Logan felt his mind go blank, unable to focus on anything that wasn’t that pleasurable heat eating him out. He shivered as Virgil’s warm breath tickled at his thighs, only to whine once again when the vampire’s fangs grazed his skin.

While he couldn’t see, Logan assumed Janus took the role of voyeur. He couldn’t remember how many times his partner sat content in the corner of their room giving him sultry commands. Virgil preferred the active side of dominance- manhandling, leaving bruises, overstimulation, and edging, whereas Janus masterminded the delicate subjects of degradation and humiliation. The latter would call him a slut and the former would make sure he knew it by forcing his cock down his throat over and over again. He was perfectly content to be the recipient of both styles of dominance.

The mattress dipped as someone moved near Logan’s head. What could only be Janus’ hand pet his head and smoothed his mussed hair, he leaned into the touch only for it to immediately be removed. 

“Oh you greedy little thing,” Janus chuckled, “Receiving so much pleasure and still wanting more.”

At the same time, Virgil licked deeper into him while sinking his nails into his fleshy thighs. If Logan had the ability to speak and higher cognitive function he would have told his lovers that they have the right to wake him up like this every day, unfortunately all that he was able to do was groan behind the gag.

The sensations paused briefly as Virgil pulled away panting. He huffed out a laugh, “He’s shaking.”

This wasn’t untrue, the muscles in his thighs started to twitch from being forced apart, as well as from the pleasure that exponentially increased from the warm tongue relentlessly swiping over his cunt. He could imagine how pathetic he looked beneath his boyfriends from the scoff Janus let out. He let a series of high pitched whimpers, begging desperately with his limited capabilities.

“Are you close, slut?” Janus asked in a monotone.

Logan did his best to nod. God, Virgil's mouth was sinful. This would be over far too quickly for his liking. His muffled moans grew in volume as Virgil delved into him once more before sucking harshly on his clit. In a matter of seconds, he was bucking wildly against his boyfriend's face as he rode out one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on him as he rode out his high, giving half-hearted thrusts as it turned into pangs of overstimulation. 

Virgil finally looked up from between Logan’s overworked thighs, licking his now stained lips.

“Fuck, that was good.” He said easing back onto his knees, a thumb rubbing into his submissive’s leg as a small sign of support.

“It sure seems like he enjoyed that.” Janus responded, his hand slipping behind Logan's head. He undid the clasp of the gag with a resounding click and eased the spit-coated plastic from his mouth, gently massaging his jaw once it was removed, “Isn’t that right, honey?”

Logan, still comprehending his most current period of consciousness, didn’t respond at first. This worried his dominants momentarily, prompting Virgil to open his mouth to ask for his safeword, but Logan managed to show a thumbs up, their safesign used when verbal check in’s weren’t possible.

“Good boy, thank you for communicating.” Janus hummed. He kept softly working over Logan’s jaw till he was sure there was minimal soreness and that the man lying out in front of him was sufficiently blissed out. He cupped Logan’s cheek with one hand-

As the other made a resounding smack on the opposite side of his face.

“It’s too bad that whores like you don’t understand that you have to ask permission before you cum.” Janus said harshly. 

Logan groaned at the stinging pain blossoming through his face. At least with his newfound speech he could beg for mercy.

“I’m sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to-”

“Butcha did, L.” Virgil quipped, moving out from in between his thighs, “You know the rules.”

“Please, please you know I couldn’t beg for it.”

Janus laughed, “Oh, we know. If you think begging is what makes us give you permission then you are gravely mistaken, slut. We own you, we’re the ones who control you and if you don't understand that yet then we might have to punish you until you do.”

“Let’s save it for another day, Jan. He’s already looking pretty pitiful right now.” Logan felt the bed dip on his other side as Virgil sat. He reached to take off the blindfold tied rather tightly, per Logan's request, around his head. He blinked a few times as his vision adjusted. The room was fairly dark with just the fairy lights tangled in the bed frame providing illumination. His glasses were slipped onto his face by Virgil. Logan now saw the scene in its glory. He, of course, had been completely stripped save for the restraints on all four limbs. He noticed Virgil was naked as well, his hard cock already leaking against his stomach. Janus still had trousers on, but the outline of his lengths could be seen pressing up on the fabric. 

He watched as Virgil leaned over to tenderly kiss Janus, allowing for a brief moment of softness before they broke apart.

“Taste him?”

“Mmm you’re right. He’s delicious, then again, I don’t know if I expected anything else.” Janus grinned down at Logan like a predator about to devour its prey, “I think it’s my turn to get my fill.”

Logan whined, “Please!”

Janus sunk down to get between Logan's legs, giving teasing nips to his stomach and thighs as he did. Meanwhile Virgil straddled his chest. He glared down at Logan with a scowl, deciding how to occupy himself while Janus got his fill. He casually ran his hands across the scars on Logan’s chest, before rolling his nipples in between his fingertips. 

“Oh fuck- Sir! Ah~!” Logan moaned at Virgil’s actions.

Virgil hummed in acknowledgement, “Hm, I think we ought to fill that mouth of yours up again. Open.”

Logan did as he was told, parting his lips to take whatever Virgil wanted him to. Both his doms knew that he had a huge oral fixation and used it to their advantage. He would be reading in the library or cuddling with them and they’d slip two fingers onto his tongue like it was perfectly normal. But now Virgil was looming over him, giving his own cock a couple of strokes before lining it up with Logan’s mouth and pushing in.

In the meantime, Janus continued his teasing touches and bites. He made sure to add a few of his own marks alongside Virgil’s on Logan’s thighs. While sucking the pale skin between his teeth, he sunk two digits into Logan’s hole, causing the man to whine around the cock now in his mouth. He was still sensitive from Virgil’s time pleasing him, and he couldn’t help but whimper at the pleasurable ache that began to form when Janus scissored his fingers. All too soon, he pulled them out and licked over the blood-coated skin, pulling off them with a pop once they were sucked clean.

“I think we need to make you into our little pet whenever you’re like this, doll. We’d barely have to hunt anymore and you’d get to sit there in the most pleasurable torture.” Janus stated. He grabbed Logan’s thighs and forced them apart before slowly licking over his cunt.

Unfortunately, Logan couldn’t relish the sensation as he did with Virgil since the mentioned man was gripping his hair and slowly grinding into his mouth. Virgil sighed when he pushed his whole length down Logan's throat and gave a small thrust, causing Logan to gag around him. He pulled out so just the tip rested on the other’s tongue while he stroked his cock.

Janus had finally stopped teasing and began to eat Logan out in earnest, sucking out what was left of the blood. He let his own fangs nip at him. Logan was trapped in a loop of sexual gratification that he wanted to be in forever, even if that meant he would be mercilessly teased and used to get there. 

After a few minutes of Janus indulging himself and Virgil using his mouth for his own end, Logan felt the latter pull out and let his head rest on his lips. He fisted his hand over his cock and sucked in a breath, “Fuck, so fucking good for us Lo, so pretty. Gonna mark you with my cum while Jan keeps eating you!”

Virgil delivered on his promise a few moments later, letting his seed fall across Logan’s face. He panted as he came down from his high, letting Logan lick at his cock’s head.

“Yeah, that’s it. Gotta clean up this mess, right L?” 

Logan hummed in agreement. Virgil ran his fingers through the cum on his face and immediately stuffed them in Logan’s mouth, who in return softly sucked around them until they were clean. This continued until it was mostly gone and Virgil was satisfied. 

Janus was less focused on making Logan feel good and more focused on feeding. His pet tasted so good he couldn’t believe he and Virgil had spent so much time hunting when Logan was here the whole time. He buried his tongue deep in the other’s hole and savored the taste. He grabbed Logan’s hips and pulled him close to dig out every last drop he had to offer.

Logan just moaned at the action. Virgil had moved so he was no longer hovering over him, and so he could watch his boyfriend work. 

“What’s he doing to you, babe?” Virgil asked with a grin, fully aware Logan was in no state to fully describe what was going on.

“Nnngh-ah! He’s-fuck! More Master!”

“Is he making you feel good?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Too bad you already came. Maybe you wouldn’t be so sensitive.”

Logan just whined in response as Janus licked a slow stripe up his cunt, “Mm, I think I’m done here. At least in regards to my hunger being saited. I think he still owes me some pleasure.”

“Ohhhh, Jan. I have an idea.” Virgil said with a grin, never a good sign for the man currently tied to their bed.

“Do tell, dearest.”

Virgil leaned over to Janus and covered his mouth before whispering in his ear. Janus barked out a laugh,

“Oh well that is just deliciously evil, how can I say no?”

Logan sighed. He loved submitting to these two but why did they have to torture him so much?

He watched as Janus bent to untie the silk restraints around his ankles. Once free, he bent his legs up to his shoulders and moved closer, thank god Logan was this flexible. Once Janus had him in a suitable position, he held one of his cocks to Logan’s hole and teased the head in. He pushed in slowly at first, giving small thrusts to ease his way in. After he felt the other adjust, he slipped two more fingers alongside his cock to prepare him to take both his lengths. Once he was fully seated with both his dicks filling Logan, he began to thrust for real, allowing a growl to form in the back of his throat.

“You feel so fucking good, honey. I love getting to use you like this. Our little toy. Such a little slut for us. Fuck-”

Janus continued to slam his cocks into Logan while saying the nastiest things to him. Logan just lay there reveling in the pleasure. He moaned for his two doms, and closed his eyes to focus on the feeling of being fucked. It was just when he was starting to get close again that Janus pulled out.

“Virgil, C’mere.” Janus sighed as he moved to the side. Virgil gave Logan one last smirk before reaching across him. He leaned down and took one of Janus’ cocks into his mouth, licking around the blood that coated it. He moaned around it and licked it clean, savoring the taste. He pulled off and switched to take the other, causing Janus to let out a hiss. He started to stroke the length he wasn’t giving attention to while he hollowed out his cheeks and bobbed his head. 

One look down at Logan’s pathetic state had Janus crashing over the edge. He spilled into Virgil’s mouth, and partially across his hand and Logan’s stomach. He groaned, pulling out and resting on his haunches.

There was a moment where they all just sat in the afterglow, catching their breaths. It was Virgil who kicked off the aftercare, reaching up to undo Logan’s arm restraints. 

“How was that, L?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Logan's temple.

The man in question just looked at Virgil with bleary eyes and gave him a thumbs up again, earning a chuckle from Janus.

“Aw, poor thing’s so fucked out he can’t speak. Let’s take care of you, love.”

Janus got up to grab some cloths to clean up with, as well as some water and a light snack. When he returned Virgil was cuddling beside Logan and gently playing with his hair. He sat beside them, caring and attending to their need for the rest of the night until they found themselves clothed and tucked under the fluffy duvet of their shared bed. Maybe tomorrow morning they’d ask Logan if they can have a repeat of tonight, but for now they’d lay content with their precious boyfriend drifting off between them.

[drades-lair]

Mating Marks

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairings: Striker x Chaz x OC

Rating: T

Striker stood by the small wooden round table, fully dressed packing his duffle. Calamity lay relaxing on the bed with one arm behind his head wearing a pair of boxer shorts with a sports bra, his other hand holding a cigarette. Striker glanced at the shark for a moment instantly feeling his gut twist, memories of the past few months going through his mind of Chaz and Calamity cuddling after sex or the two of them being overly protective of one another. A frown settled on the pale imp’s face; he thought about staying however there isn't much place for a third wheel.

"Alright, I'm off," Striker announced throwing his duffle over his shoulder.

"Oh? You got a last-minute job?" Calamity inquired, blowing his cigarette smoke out his nose and his gills.

"Nah, I'm movin' on," Striker retorted.

"What? Why?" Calamity asked in alarm, sitting up fully.

"It's just time, I don't stay where I ain't needed," Striker slightly smiled.

"What do you mean? You're needed," Calamity confusedly reassured Striker, standing from the bed to walk up to the pale imp.

"Come on, Calamity...no I'm not," Striker shot back irritably, he’d been so sure of this decision, convinced himself of it, but now with Calamity so close his confidence was wavering. So many years alone Striker thought he’d never need anyone nor want anyone with him…until Chaz fell into his life then Calamity came along and now, he didn’t just have one person he wanted but two. Striker had been having an urge the last few months he’d never experienced before…the urge to take a mate or in this case two, he wanted to take Calamity and Chaz as his mates unfortunately seeing the two sharks together along with hearing their history with one another he was certain that they’d never want to be his mates nor would he want to get in the way of the duo.  

"What gives you the impression you're not needed? Do you...do you think me, and Chaz don't want you?" Calamity inquired with a concerned furrow to his brow.

"Nah, it's just...Ya and Chaz have history together so it's only natural that you'd form a relationship with him," Striker explained.

"Well...yes...but that doesn't mean we can't all be together," Calamity stated, his natural instinct of a shark kicking in.

"Humph, that's sweet of Ya Calamity, but let's face it I'm nothin' to the two of Ya other then a good fuck," Striker retorted with a huffed laugh.

"That's not true at all!" Calamity immediately exclaimed feeling almost offended by the implication.

"Ain't it?" Striker shot back.

"No, Striker...how did you come to that conclusion?" Calamity asked once again furrowing his brow in confusion.

"How could I not? Chaz and Ya cuddle together after sex, Ya protect one another and yer romantic wit one another. Ya tell me what I'm missin' here," Striker calmly listed off to Calamity.

"Oh...oh...I guess I can see how that would make it seem like you're just an extra body. Striker, I'm so sorry." Calamity sorrowfully apologized realizing for the first time just how they’d been treating Striker, averting his gaze to the side briefly.

"Exactly, now don't get it twisted I ain't got a problem wit that but at some point, I just gotta move on," Striker added still using that calm and rather flat tone.

"No, Striker...you've completely misunderstood. Me and Chaz...I think I speak for both of us when I tell you, we care about you as much as we care about one another,” Calamity corrected Striker.

“What? Calamity I…” Striker’s train of thought was cut off by Calamity pulling him into a kiss.

“You can leave if that’s what you really want, I won’t stop you…I’d really like you to stay though,” Calamity whispered after pulling from the kiss.

Striker wanted to argue, wanted to just walk out the door without looking back, but he couldn’t, not with Calamity looking so passionately down at him, not with his instinct returning at full force. Dropping his duffle to the ground Striker grabbed Calamity by the face, pulling him into another kiss which he deepened by inserting his tongue into the shark’s mouth eliciting a surprised moan.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed Ya ta say that” Striker admitted pulling from the kiss leaving Calamity slightly panting.

 “Does this mean you’re staying?” Calamity asked, hands resting on Striker’s hips.

“Yeah, and I have a question for Ya and when he gets back, Chaz too,” Striker confirmed.

“Oh? What’s that?” Calamity inquired arching a brow curiously.

“Would Ya be willin’ for me ta mark Ya? With a mating mark?” Striker inquired.

“You want…us as mates?” Calamity quarried seeking confirmation.

“Yes, I wanna mark Ya and Chaz too…it’s all I’ve wanted to do for the past few months,” Striker confirmed.

“I mean…I’m fine with it,” Calamity permitted.

Striker smiled wider than he anticipated or meant too because for months now he’d been holding back and denying what he wanted thinking that Calamity nor Chaz would want too, but now…. A few hours later Chaz returned to the motel room and as Calamity predicted the younger shark was also on board with becoming Striker’s mate.

[crazybigredlove]

23rd November 2013 

Dear Pete, 

Bad men are like bad food. The idea of it seems amazing. The smell, the taste; all of it possesses the allure of something magical. You can picture exactly what it will be like as you move it from the fork into your mouth. Your salivary glands go into overdrive in anticipation. The first bite is like a taste explosion. Senses heighten with delight. 

In that first moment everything is perfect. 

Then time passes. The second bite. The third bite. The magic begins to dwindle with each pass of the fork from the plate to the mouth. It still seems okay and you enjoy it enough that you can justify proceeding with it. 

You develop a taste for it. Not the feeling afterwards when your stomach churns and your frame feels bloated. You crave more of that initial bite. So soon after you have another. This will be the last time, or it's okay it won't affect me. Once won't be enough to reel me back in. It's not till later that the real damage shows. Maybe your stomach doesn't feel right, or your moods start to swing, sometimes your clothes get a little tighter... You don't want foods full of nutrients anymore. You want something with sugar or chocolate or pastry - that combination anyway you can. Nothing else can satisfy your craving and all you can think about is the magic of that first bite. 

That's what Big Red is like. Like a bad food that messes with my energy levels and makes everything else seem bland when I can't have it, but it's really only that first bite that satisfies me. Everything after that is a disappointment that is quickly forgotten with the promise of another first bite. 

"Are you planning on getting out of bed today?" "Yes." "When?" He stood in the doorway glowering in at me. "Soon." 

"You need to be at work in fifteen minutes and even if you run there it will take at least twenty-five." "Oh. That's problematic." I heard how monotone I was. It was a perfect match for the hollowness inside me. 

"You need to get up." "You need to get up!" "Olivia, don't mimic me when I'm trying to help you." "I would get up, but I can't." "Why not?" "I can't think of a single thing to get out of bed for." And I meant it. I wasn't being dramatic; I was drowning. "You need to get up or you are going to lose your job." "Oh. That. I'm moving." I throw the covers off but don't move. "Out of the bed, Liv. Out. Wash your hair." "I can't. Once I do that he's gone. For good. His scent disappears and he goes with it." Suddenly I'm aware of the threat of damp streaks down my face and I breathe deeply, holding them at bay. "What do I do then?" "You get up. You take it one step at a time. You get in the shower. You wash your hair. You get on with your life. You keep doing that until you don't need to tell yourself over and over again that you have to do those things. Get. Out. Of. Bed." There's a lot of loud exhaling and grunting, a few animal noises, and finally I am on my feet, standing proudly and ready to face the day as long as no one expects anything of me that I don't want to give. "Shower." 

That's how the next ten minutes passes, Christopher barking an order at me and me executing it because I had no strength or willpower to argue. No volition to develop a plan of my own. Going through the motions, following directions. 

When I got home this afternoon he was sitting on the couch as if he'd been there the whole day waiting for me to return. 

"Liv? Sit down. We need to talk." No good conversation ever started with those words. He had told me that himself. I used them to break-up with Lucas, my parents said them when they told me my grandmother was dead, and now here was Christopher laying them down before me. "Okay," I gulped and perched on the edge of the seat. "Liv, it's happening again. You put all this energy into feeling better and then you let him back in with open arms. You let him do this to you. You know he's not going to stick around, yet you have sex with him and then spend the next two weeks splashing around in a pool of self-loathing and regret. Get off the carousel." "I'm trying," I say meekly, not even sure whether I mean it or not. Because really, how hard did I try to not let him in the door? "How? How're you trying?" "I've told them to leave me alone. I've told them all that I can't do friendship anymore because I'm looking for something more. You don't understand..." "Make me understand because I can't do this anymore. I can't sit around and keep watching you implode," he urged. "Before Big Red you were an unstoppable force. You laughed all day, you never stopped smiling, and now you alternate between being deliriously happy and wallowing in sorrow. In five months this guy has ripped your soul out at least five times and yet you keep going back to him. What happened to the woman who was always ready to take on the world? What happened to the woman who had a plan and goals? Your social life has dwindled to the point where it's practically non-existent. All you do is work, sleep, and go to the gym. And you only go there so that you can say you're getting out. Other than Dylan have you made a single friend there? Do you even know anyone else's name?" 

There's a sting to his words like being slapped. It's the reality of how many people Big Red's games are impacting on. Closing my eyes I try to make the room stop spinning, but it still feels as if I'm falling. 

"It's just..." I begin, but I'm so tired. So tired of it all. Speaking is draining the remaining energy from my body but I force myself. "I don't want to meet someone new. I don't want to have to work out all over again who are the people I can trust and who are the ones that are going to screw me over. I know what I get with him and I care about him all the same and at the time it never seems that bad. I feel like I can handle it. But I don't want the version that I get, I want her version." 

"But that's it, Liv. Her version isn't real. He shows her what she needs to see for them to stay together. You're in love with an image he created to fool some stupid girl with pink hair. He's like an actor working off a script. For whatever reason he's bold enough and stupid enough to show you his real side, yet you're still here hoping that the fabricated side is the reality. He trusts you enough to show you who he really is and you still won't believe him when he tells you what a fucktard he is." 

"That was the last time," I say meekly. "Liv, it's always the last time." 

It was true. I knew it was. Maybe that's why I didn't bother to argue. It would have been so easy to cry but I was too exhausted to try and dredge some more tears up. Maybe I'd broken my tear ducts with all that crying back in July and August. Maybe deep down I didn't care anymore. 

An unstoppable force. 

What was I now though? If I'd changed so much what had I changed into and how do I get me back? 

"I love him. It's perverted. It's fucked up. It's wrong. But I feel that way." "Do you really though? Is it love or is it your constant obsession with being the one who leaves? Your insatiable need to know that you're important enough to everyone that no one will ever forget you?" 

"Does it matter? All I want to do is sit on the couch and eat Penang chicken because that was the last meal we had together. Do you know how fucked up that is?" "Yes." 

"It's been twenty-four hours since he left and I keep staring at the phone hoping that he'll call or text, that he'll tell me he struggles with this as much as I do, and I know that the second I hear those words I will lose all interest. But here I sit, hoping to hear them all the same, so that it's me who left him for a change." 

I hate experiencing revelations. 

Christopher watched me. "You did leave him. Remember? Way back at the start you saw right through him and you left him. What would you even do if you got him?" "What?" 

"Have you ever stopped to think about what it would look like if the two of you were together? If he did come back, or even if he'd never left. Constantly wondering where he is? Is he messaging her when you're not looking?" 

"It would suck. It would be painful." "You don't love him, Liv. There's something else going on here. I don't know what it is, but it's not love. It's like some sick, twisted power play between the two of you. The sad bit is that none of it matters because he picked her. He loves her. He doesn't love you." "And that's where the story ends." "Unless you want to keep on being miserable? Sometimes I wonder if misery isn't where you're happiest." 

Is that it though? Am I happier in my misery? Is it possible that you get so addicted to drama that you feel more comfortable when things are going horribly wrong than when they're going right? 

Liv x 

[bellaramseysgf]

Missed you (R.B)

Warning(s); Fluff,kissing…more like making out,homophobia didn’t exist in the 1980’s argue with the wall!,Steve being a good best friend,fingering,oral (F receiving),semi public sex.

Pairing(s); Robin Buckley x (Afab) Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; you finally come back from summer camp to surprise Robin.

A/n; I like girls sm🤭

You couldn’t be any more excited the second your mom stopped outside the video store. “Bye!” You said and closed the door. Your heart dropped when you saw her back in the glass doors. You came back from camp 2 days early to surprise Robin and were anxious that she’d be upset you lied about having to stay.

You walked up and grabbed a hold of the door seeing her talking to someone you hadn’t met yet but knew, Steve “dingus” Harrington. “Robi!” You squealed and Robin turned around pure shock filling her face as she ran over to you. “Baby! When’d you get back?” She asked lifting you up with ease as you wrapped your legs around her waist hugging her tight.

“I missed you, missed you so so so much!” You said and she hugged you back sitting your legs back on the ground. Robin was a few inches taller then you so you had to look up just slightly to see into her eyes. “You look so pretty!” You said making her smile. “Me? Look at you! How’d you get here?” “My mom dropped me off” Robin pouted softly “so we don’t have all that long?” Your mom wasn’t the best with giving you and Robin time to see each other. In her defense she ran her own business and was truly busy.

“No, I can stay as long as I want I’d just have to borrow a phone to call her” Robin smiled and bent down to peck your lips softly. You whined and huffed “Robi! You’re gonna mess up my lipglosssss” you still smiled as she pulled away. You used your thumb to wiped off the shiny glitter left over her lips. “Ahem!” You both looked towards the counter Steve still standing there.

“Ignore him” Robin said and you smiled wrapping your arms around her neck as you both hugged once more. “How was camp?” She asked finally leading you over towards the counter. “It was good! There was a kid who literally screamed the whole time but otherwise” Robin laughed quietly and lifted you onto the counter. “Sigh, Steve this is y/n,y/n Steve” you waved at him smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you. Robin talks a lot about you” she elbowed him and you giggled softly “well I’m not much better I’m sure the other counselors got tired of me talking about you” that made Robin grin and shift close enough to kiss your cheek.

You stayed quiet for the next few hours watching Robin work and her and Steve poke at each other. You inputted here and there and reminded Robin to be nice to Steve.

Eventually robins break rolled around and she pulled you towards the back “am I allowed in here?” You asked with a smile and she shrugged “well, you are now” she pulled you into the break room. Now that the two of you were alone you could feel the built up tension of the last 3 weeks. The camp didn’t even have a phone so you wrote her letters exchanging them every few days was hardly enough. You missed her so badly you were sure your heart was gonna explode when you first saw her.

You both knew exactly why she brought you back here. “Robi.” You said and she smiled at you “you alright?” She clarified before she even touched you. “Yes. Missed you” Robin took that as a green light and leaned down to kiss you. Her hands reaching to hold your hips while yours went around her neck. The kiss quickly turned to a desperate,sloppy mess. Teeth clanking and tongues touching as she dropped her head to suck at your jaw and neck.

“W-wore this just for you” you gasped feeling her teeth scrape your neck. She smiled eyeing the tiny dress you wore, it had thin straps and barely managed to cover your butt. It was a soft purple color with yellow flowers dusted around it. “It’s very pretty. I’m gonna take it off though” you nodded and she hooked your fingers around the straps sliding them down your arms.

The dress pooled down at your feet and you suddenly felt vulnerable in just your lace bra and cotton panties. “God I missed you. Such a pretty girl,makes me so horny to see you like this. Just wanna fuck you stupid, fuck” you giggled at her little ramble and grabbed a hold of her wrist. “Missed you so much Robi,want you so bad” you pressed her hand against your aching pussy and she let out a hot breath.

“Want my fingers?” She asked and you nodded frantically “please Robi, I..I’ve been a good girl.” Robin tugged your panties down your thighs and swiped her fingers through your folds making you mewl. “Really? Didn’t touch yourself at all?” You shook your head “waited for you..wanted to be good like I promised” robins fingers sunk into your core and moaned out back arching. “Shh,easy baby ive got you.” She assure and dipped her head down to peck your lips.

Robin worked her fingers at a slow and perfect pace curling them just when she needed to have you seeing stars. You tried to keep your moans muffled by kissing her but it wasn’t long until you couldn’t kiss back anymore too drunk on pleasure. “Robi…Robi it…I feel so good.” She smiled kissing down your neck “I know it does. Listen to how messy you sound honey. Leaking onto floor probably.” Robin teased and you whined “not…not that…that messy” you moaned out as a rebuttal, it came out high pitched and whiney not sounding believable in the slightest.

“It’s okay to be messy, you’re my messy little girl and I love it baby. Love watching you crumble on my fingers makes me so happy. You do such a good job, sound so fucking pretty” you felt your cheeks blush from her praise. You could feel your stomach tightening and gripped her arm leaning your head back against the wall. “Yes. That’s it,cum. cum for me. I want it, I want it baby. Need it, need to feel your sweet little pussy tighten on my fingers.” Her encouragement just sent you flying over the edge and your thighs trembled as you cling onto her arm.

Her fingers slowly pushed you through your orgasm and you sighed when the stopped pulling away leaving you empty. you watched rather hazily as she cleaned her glistening fingers. “Always taste so god damn good.” You smiled and pecked her lips “how much longer you got left?” You asked finally coming down from your afterglow. “15 minutes” you hummed “think you can make that work?” She nodded with a smirk playing on her lips.

Soon after robins pants and panties were shucked down to her ankles and you were lapping determinedly at her pussy. Her fingers carded through your hair as she let out soft moans and quiet groans. You flattened your tongue over her clit and bobbed your head up and down making her let out a soft squeal. She looked down at you through hooded eyes and you looked back a obvious smile on your lips.

You focused back on her closing your eyes and sucking her clit into your mouth lapping at the small bud. You dipped your head down and pressed your tongue into her entrance lapping at her juices she was letting out. You kept your tongue moving inside her while you thumbed over her clit. “Shit…shit that’s it baby. Just like that you’re gonna make me cum” you kept it up fastening your pace. “Fuck!” She squealed out and her thighs tightened around your face as you slurped up every bit of cum she let out.

You pulled away and licked over your lips wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. You gently rubbed her thigh hoping to help calm her down slightly. “You’re the best at that, shit” she huffed and you giggled tugging her pants back up her legs. “I love you so much. I missed you too” she gripped your cheeks and kissed you once more. “How much longer until Steve comes banging on the door?” You asked getting your dress back on and your panties fixed. “Maybe 5 minutes?” You smiled and leaned up to kiss her again.

You both grumbled when the knock sounded Robin kicked the door and continued to kiss you. “Robin! I swear to god I’ll leave you here with no help.” You grumbled and pulled from her lips “fuck off Harrington!” You yelled through the door meeting her lips again. He continued to bang on the door and Robin groaned flinging the door open. “I’m never letting you kiss another Fucking girl.” She huffed wrapping her hand in yours. “That’s not even fair your break was over 10 minutes ago” Robin shot him a glare “pretty sure you went over 20 last time Eddie was here.” Steves cheeks turned red and he rolled his eyes.

You and Robin both laugh as she pulls you back towards the front. “Steves your ride you really should be nicer to him” she shrugged “he wouldn’t leave me because he knows I have dirt on him” you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend and smiled.

[coldfanbou]

Decisions Decisions (ICSM pt2)

So this is a continuation of the storyline from the Jihyo piece, I wanted to put in more story, so this is an attempt at that. It's slightly angsty. It hurt me to make Nayeon villainous because she's my bias. I hope everyone has a good day. Oh, also, I have no idea what I could title this series; if anyone has a good idea, please say it

Length 2.2K

Nayeon x M reader featuring voyeur Dahyun

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It had been a few days since you got caught having sex with Jihyo in Twice’s locker room. Those three words that Nayeon said are stuck in your head “We want in.” In any other situation, it might have been a dream to hear those words considering that Twice had some of the most beautiful women, but it was difficult for you to enjoy that. Following those words, an argument short started between Jihyo and Nayeon. Jihyo and Nayeon would say some pretty harsh things before Jihyo would stop arguing and escort you to the exit of the building, telling you that she would talk to you later. Your relationship with Jihyo was a "friends with benefit" one, but at the same time, you had spent a long time just being her friend. Being there for her when she needed you, hearing all the problems that she went through. A sense of worry overwhelmed you; you had messaged her asking if everything was okay, but there was no response. You started to think that maybe your actions were a huge mistake. Maybe you ruined everything for the two of you. There was no use in overthinking it now; you’d just have to hope everything would be fine. Getting ready for bed, you hear a knock on the door; looking through the peephole, you see a group of people. They wore oversized clothes, masks, and sunglasses to blend in, but it only made them stand out more.

At that moment, Jihyo’s voice rings out, “Hey, it’s me; let us in.” Opening the door, it’s evident that Twice had all come together. Making their way inside, you tell them to take a seat anywhere. Nayeon makes her way to the center of the room, taking a seat on the couch. The rest of the members sat around her. Jihyo herself stands in the corner glaring at them. It’s difficult to tell what exactly they might’ve talked about before, but with the tension in the air, you can tell they didn’t come to any sort of agreement. 

“Take a seat,” Nayeon tells you, pointing right in front of her. Glancing at Jihyo, she nods, never taking an eye off Nayeon. Sitting in front of Nayeon and the rest of Twice sends a shiver down your spine. A feeling in the back of your head is telling you that this can’t possibly be good. “Jihyo’s been telling us that you two have had this sort of relationship for a while, is that right?” You nod along, unsure of how you should be answering. “Well, you see, idols like us have a lot of unfulfilled desire, as I’m sure you can tell” Nayeon’s eyes shifted between you and Jihyo as she said that. “If you were able to hide your relationship with Jihyo from even us for so long, I think you would be a great person to have. So I’m here to offer you a position. Why don’t you become our little sex slave? Jihyo’s already agreed to share you with us; all we need is for you to agree.” A large grin forming over Nayeon’s face sends more chills down your spine

You’re completely overwhelmed by what Nayeon’s just said; she’s entirely unlike what you would have imagined by her on-screen personality. Even though she hasn’t threatened you in any way, the tone in her voice holds such power that it feels like one. Stuttering, you ask, “H-has Jihyo really agreed to this?” The power dynamics of your relationship have made themselves apparent at this point.

“Yes, she has, isn’t that right, Jihyo?”

“That’s right,” Jihyo responds with a muted voice. You can’t believe what you just heard; Jihyo agreed to this. 

“I’m not sure; I’ll need time to think about this.” It feels like agreeing to this is betraying Jihyo. You turn to look at her; she’s not meeting your gaze. She’s turned away from you.

“Let me help you make up your mind.” As you turn back to face Nayeon, she’s leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, her tongue trying to access your mouth. She pushes you onto your back. She’s straddling you now. “ Why don’t you all go back to the dorms? I’ll stay here and convince him.” The girls start to make their way out; in the corner of your eye, you see Jihyo’s face, a tear falling as she turns and walks out. 

As everyone leaves, Dahyun stops at the door before turning around and asking, “Unnie can’t I stay and watch?” 

“Sure you can. You can use this as an opportunity to learn.” Whispering into your ear Nayeon says, “You know she’s very curious about sex. She’s our pure little girl. Don’t you just want to ruin her, turn her into your very own cumdump” Nayeon’s words have a profound effect as you grow harder hearing her talk about Dahyun in that way. “Oh, I can feel you love that idea about pumping our little Dubu full of your cum. Let me show you what your life as our sex slave will be like if you agree” Nayeon starts grinding against you, slowly stripping down. Her smooth skin is fully revealed to you now, her shapely breasts with her small pink nipples, her toned midriff, it was impossible to look away from Nayeon’s body. Your focus was entirely dedicated to Nayeon, as you soon forgot Dahyun was watching just feet away. Nayeon’s smile grew wider as she noticed you staring. Without saying a word, she takes your clothes off, your shirt going first, before she strips you of your shorts and boxers in a single fluid movement. “Wow, I can see why Jihyo kept you hidden from us. She wanted to keep this all to herself,” Nayeon says while slapping her face with your cock. Nayeon’s hand glides over your length as she starts to stroke your cock methodically. Her pace would shift from a quick 5-second burst of energy to a painfully slow movement, occasionally stopping to rub the head of your cock with her thumb in small circular motions. Nayeon seemed to be a master at this; it hadn’t been more than a minute before you felt yourself on the verge of cumming. Nayeon then releases her grip, distracted by all the pleasure she had been giving you; you failed to notice Nayeon had taken the rest of her clothes off. As she straddles you again, she hovers above your cock. “So what do you say, are you in?” 

“I-I don’t-” You can’t finish your sentence; you moan out in pleasure as Nayeon takes your cock and begins to tease you. She’s grabbed hold of your cock, angling it towards the entrance of her pussy, having the head run along her wet folds. Your cock becomes slicker as her juices run down it.

“What was that?” Nayeon asks in a teasing voice, a laugh following it. You can feel yourself reaching your limit.

“Please” That’s all you can get out; you don’t even mean to say it. It just comes out of your mouth.

“Please, what? You have to be clear and tell me what you want.”

At the moment, everything else around you vanishes, nothing matters, your focus entirely on Nayeon. 

“Please, I want you.” With those words, you had just agreed to be Twice’s shared boy toy for the foreseeable future. Nayeon’s laugh echoes through your head; you lose control; grabbing her hips, you bring her down. Impaling her on your cock, going into the depths of Nayeon's warm slick pussy you cum inside her. It’s a shock to her system, the feeling of being filled. She collapses on top of you. 

Her head on your shoulder turns to you, a laugh coming out first. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” Nayeon goes in for a kiss, one that you don’t refuse. As you try to lift Nayeon, she quickly plants herself back down on your cock. “You don’t get to control me, lover boy; you are my slave remember?” A devious smile forms on her face as she grinds on your now sensitive cock. She bends down, kissing your chest, eventually reaching your nipple and licking around it. As moans escape you, you’re able to glance over, only to see Dahyun fingering herself under the skirt she had worn. She bit her bottom lip, and her eyes were full of lust as she watched you and Nayeon fuck. Nayeon slaps you, “You’re supposed to focus on me.” She raises and drops her hips, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. “Tonight, you’re all mine, and I’m going to make sure to drain you of everything you have.”

As she continues to throw herself at you, she demands that you match her. “I want you to reach my womb and fill me up with your cum; I want every last drop.” You follow her lead; Nayeon’s moans become louder and louder with each thrust. As you’re about to reach your climax again, you feel Nayeon’s pussy tighten its grip around you; with one more thrust, you unleash another wave of cum into Nayeon. Her back arching and the piercing scream she lets out are signs that she came too. Despite that, she doesn’t stop moving her hips. “Fuck, that’s what I needed; you better not give out on me now. I want to get at least another round out of you. You did great for your first round, though; just this once, I’ll give you a little treat.” Nayeon takes your cock out of her, moving so that your cock now lines up with her asshole. As slick as your cock now was with your cum and Nayeon’s juice, there was no way it would go inside her in one smooth motion. You would have to deal with the pressure of lasting until you were fully inside her ass. Nayeon, not showing any hesitation, pushes the head of your cock in, her moans louder than before. “Fuck, you’re so big” She slowly lowers herself down more to your length “Fuck Fuck Fuck” Her moans are coming out of her faster now. Nayeon was two-thirds down your shaft when she decided to drop herself. The sudden movement causes you both to let out a huge moan. Nayeon’s asshole was much tighter; she let out another laugh, her tongue hanging out of her mouth Nayeon is thoroughly enjoying having your cock deep inside her. 

“Nayeon, please wait.” 

“You’re not the one in control here; I am.” As she says that, she begins her movements, wild and erratic, Nayeon is going to drive you both crazy. Her tight ass causes you to reach your limit early; all you can do is try and hold on. Her quick movements made her slick, allowing her to go as fast as she’d like. You would have to try and get her to cum quickly. Just then, you manage to have an idea. Nayeon’s ego might be your ticket out if you can feed it with praise. “Fuck, your dick is so big; I bet you fuck Jihyo like this all the time, don’t you?” Nayeon moans out; as you thrust deep into her ass, you reach out and grab her tits. 

“I do, but you’re so much better; she’s never let me fuck her ass.”

“That’s right, I’m so much better than her,” Nayeon’s moans start coming faster and faster. 

“Nayeon, you’re so much better; why don’t you let me be your personal fuckstick.” 

“Fuck, that’s right, I'll make you my own; you’ll never want to be with her again.”  Nayeon begins dropping herself at an even faster pace, “Fuck, I’m cumming, cum inside me; cum inside my ass.” 

At that moment, you release all your pent-up tension, cumming inside of Nayeon. Both of you released screams of pleasure, a third voice joining you as Dahyun reached her climax. In all the action, you had forgotten that Dahyun was here again. You see, she has removed her blouse when you look over at her. Her skirt was now wet with her juices. Looking back at Nayeon, she was recovering from her last orgasm. As she lifts herself off you, some of your cum leaks. As you both get up, Nayeon says, “You can clean that up later. You made a smart decision today; you won’t regret it.” One last smile formed across her face. “Dahyun, come on, we have to get back to the dorms.” After making themselves presentable, they begin to take their leave. 

Dahyun turns around as she reaches the door; with a big smile, she says. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn with you; we’re going to have a great time” As she walks out, you're all alone. A sense of guilt is overcoming you. You feel empty. You hear your phone go off when you go over and check it; you see a group chat message. 

“I hope we can all have lots of fun together.” It was coming from Nayeon. You disregard the message and instead send a private message to Jihyo.

“Jihyo, you can’t really be okay with this, right? Please talk to me.”  

“I don't want to talk right now. Just give me some space. Please.” It’s heartbreaking, but what can you do now? All you can do right now is clean your apartment.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Because Of You (Pt. 4)

Summary: Rue and Y/N are still going through it, but the reunion awaits. Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.

Trigger warning: this is a mature/dark series including drug use, mentions of mental illness, overdose, domestic disputes, mentions of sex, the works. These are very real and serious issues that people face and I am not glorifying them in anyway. If you or anyone you know is struggling please reach out to a professional for help. 💜

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me!” Y/N belts out, deep in the lather of her shampoo when the curtain is pulled back.

It’s Rue, standing completely clothed on the other side. “Throw it up.”

“What?” Y/N squints at her from beneath the spray of the water.

“Elliot told me you took the benzo.” Rue sets her jaw. “You need to throw it up.”

“No.” Y/N scoffs, she’s being ridiculous.

“Come here.” Rue reaches into the shower, the sleeves of her hoodie now sopping wet. “I’ll do it.”

“Rue, stop.” Y/N steps away from her.

“No.” Rue keeps hold of her upper arm.

“Let go.”

“No!”

“You take drugs,” Y/N shrugs, “what’s the big deal if I do it too?”

“That shit is bad for you. It fucks with your head.” Rue moves to grip Y/N’s face firmly between her hands.

“I don’t care.”

“Yes you do,” Rue hisses. “You do care. You are too good to be popping fucking pills. You’re too special. I’m not letting you do this to yourself. So either you fucking make yourself throw up, right now, or I will.”

Y/N laughs without humor, the drug starting to work it’s way through her system. “It’s not fun watching the person you love destroy themselves, is it?”

“That’s not fair.” Rue can’t believe what she’s saying. But she also can’t argue.

“Nothing about this has ever been fair. But you’re right, this does feel better.” Y/N admits. She doesn’t feel anything really.

“Look at me.”

Y/N forces her eyes to focus on Rue.

“Listen, bad things happen to me. Not to you, never, ever to you. You are not gonna kill yourself over me. I’m not worth it.”

“Rue-“

“If I could go back and undo all of the horrible things that I’ve done to you, I would. I can’t and I’m trying to do better. But I can undo this.” She says, frantically. “We can undo this.”

“I don’t want to undo it.” Y/N decides, turning the water off as she reaches for her towel from the rack.

“I’m begging you, ok?” Rue’s voice trembles. “Is that what you want? I’ll do it.” She drops to her knees, tears painting her cheeks. “I know that I hurt you and I lied to you and I am so sorry, Y/N. Just please throw it up, please.”

Y/N sighs, turning to the toilet and forcing two fingers down her throat until she retches up the contents of her stomach.

Rue rubs her back. Offering Y/N a piece of toilet paper to wipe her mouth. “I’ll get you some water.”

“I’m fine, Rue.” She waves her away.

“Stop saying that you’re fine.”

Y/N whispers, “you got exactly what you want so…everything is fine.”

Rue’s mouth opens and closes twice, but no words come.

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Elliot swings open the bathroom door. Y/N is sitting on the floor, still in her towel. She hasn’t bothered to move since Rue left her there to wallow. How long has it been? “Half an hour till show time, you alright?”

“Get out.” Y/N says, without a glance in his direction.

“Baby-”

“I’m not your fucking baby,” Y/N grumbles.

Elliot runs a hand over his face. “I know you’re pissed that I told Rue but she needed to know.”

“No, she really didn’t.”

“She’s the only person that you were going to listen to. Not me, not Jules, it had to be Rue.”

“I cannot do this right now.” She snaps, she’s on the verge of a complete breakdown. “I appreciate the sentiment. But maybe I want to die.”

“Don’t say that.” Elliot sucks in a breath.

Y/N zips her lips closed, she has nothing nice to say.

“I watched drugs turn Rue from one of the best people I’ve ever met into a zombie. I’m not letting that happen to her again, and I’m sure as hell not letting it happen to you.” Elliot says between gritted teeth. “So hate me all you want, but I’m fucking saving you. You can both thank me later.”

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“You look beautiful,” Jules tells Y/N, putting the finishing touches on her eye liner.

When Y/N finally drug her sorry ass off of the tile floor she looked about as good as she feels. Luckily Jules is there to save the day.

“Thank you, I’m your masterpiece.” There’s nothing, no happiness, no sadness. Just numb.

“I like that,” she decides, with a wide grin.

“You look really beautiful too.” She always does, Jules is just…beautiful.

Jules blows a wayward bit of eyeshadow from the corner of Y/N’s eye, “thank you.” She leans in for a kiss, it’s soft and slow. Like she’s knocking to see if anyone is home.

Y/N tries to keep up but she’s drowning.

When they break apart Y/N strokes her thumbs over the apples of Jules cheeks.

“Everything will work itself out, you know?” She boops the Y/H/C’s nose.

“Do you really think that? Or is that just what you think will make me feel better?” Y/N wonders.

“I know that nothing will make you feel better right now.” Jules shrugs, looking down at her hands. “So I guess that must be what I think.”

Y/N nods.

“Do you know what you’re wearing?” Jules presses her lips together. This is a more comfortable topic.

“No idea.” Y/N admits, that’s the farthest thing from her mind.

“Show me your closet.”

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“Hey! Over here!”

The four of them are flagged down by Chris McKay before even making it through the obscenely colored balloon arch.

Rue smiles and waves, nothing is wrong. Everything is right, she’s here with Y/N and their best friends. Nothing is wrong.

“How are you?” Jules rushes over to give him a chaste hug.

“I’m good, I’m good!” McKay laughs, “I just wanted to introduce you to my wife. This is Crystal.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jules.” She extends a hand to the other woman. “This is my friend Elliot.”

He waves.

Then the attention shifts to Rue and Y/N who are entirely silent. “I’m Y/N.” She gives Crystal’s hand a shake. “This is Rue; she my-” girlfriend, best friend, fiancé? Enemy or lover depending on the day, “everything.” Y/N’s pinky finds Rue’s linking them together.

Rue draws in a deep breath, bringing her hand up to her lips for a kiss.

Crystal turns to McKay, gushing about how sweet that is. If only she knew how fucked up everything is.

“I’m gonna grab some punch.” Hopefully it’s spiked.

Rue nods, shooting her a forced smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” That will always be true.

The drink table is mostly empty. Y/N reaches for the ladle, gathering the red, watery, liquid into one of the clear cups.

“Guess what?”

Y/N jumps, nearly spilling her drink. It’s Nate.

“What, Nathaniel?” Y/N grumbles.

“Fezco is here.” He informs her, leaning against the white table cloth.

“And,” she gives him the side eyes.

“With Lexi.” Nate whispers, leaning in a bit too close.

“Good for Fez and Lexi.” Y/N smiles, wishing he would just go away.

“I know you used to have a thing with him.” Here we go.

He’s trying to start shit. “My life is good, thanks for asking. I’ve got my dream job, a push to start vehicle, a nice place, and Rue. I have every single thing I want.” Y/N crosses both arms over her chest.

“The only people who say shit like that are people who don’t have what they want.” He smirks.

“You know what?” Y/N huffs a laugh. “I don’t really give a fuck.” Y/N excuses herself. “By the way,” she turns back for a split second. “It was incredible only seeing you in passing and not speaking to you for the last ten years. I didn’t miss you at all.”

“Still a bitch,” Nate says, tossing back his drink.

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Y/N and Rue dance. Dance like they’re not damn near thirty, like their feet won’t punish them for it. Like they’re not facing a thousand complicated decisions. Like they’re not falling apart.

When Rue smiles Y/N sees forever in it as much as she always has. “I’m just gonna say this because I’m tired of hold it in.” Rue shouts over the music. “I fucking adore you.”

Y/N shakes her head, drawing her girlfriend in by the waist and silencing her with a kiss.

“When I look at you,” Rue continues her declaration against Y/N’s lips. “I swear it’s like magic. I can’t believe that you wanna be with me. I don’t get it. But I am so happy.”

Y/N pulls back slightly peppering her face with kisses.

“I would do anything for you.”

Except stay clean.

This sobers Y/N up almost immediately. “I gotta pee.”

“Should I come?” Rue asks.

“No,” Y/N kisses her cheek. “You just enjoy this.”

“I’ll miss you.” Rue pouts, kissing her hand as Y/N begins to pull away.

“Miss you,” she will.

Y/N heads to the bathroom alone, thankfully without running into anyone she knows. She feels off, kind of like she’s floating outside of her body and observing the things it does, rather than being in control of it.

When she’s finished she stumbles back to the party. Nearly tripping up on the carpet. She needs a drink, so she risks the stupid punch bowl again. No Nate this time. Just Maddy who has a flask with a little somethin’ somethin’ to take the edge off.

Maddy is great, thriving as she should be. Or at least that’s the story she tells and Y/N isn’t in the mood to dig any deeper.

“I gotta go, but it was really good catching up. I’ll see you later.” Maddy pulls her in for a hug.

“Good to see you, Maddy.” Y/N returns the embrace, then watches the brunette take off the opposite direction.

“Mmm.” Y/N screws up her face as she downs the cup. Maddy never did play around with liquor and this is her third.

Elliot finds her, “hey.”

Y/N nods, “hi.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Y/N slurs. “I’m having a really great time.”

He grabs her empty cup, sniffing it. “You can’t drink.”

“Why?”

“You can’t drink when you’re taking pills.”

“I threw it up.” Y/N shakes her head.

“Not fast enough.” Elliot frowns, turning her away from the crowd. “You’re trippin’ balls, aren’t you?”

“You have balls.”

“Really,” he cocks his head to the side to see her face as she stumbles into him. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“They’re nice too.”

“We gotta get you out of here.” She’s in no condition to be around people.

“No,” Y/N pushes at his chest. “This is our night. Me and Rue’s night to show everyone from high school that we made it. That we stayed together when everyone said we couldn’t do it.”

“Ok,” Elliot gets that, “do you have any idea where Rue even is?” His eyes search Y/N’s, “like any idea at all?”

“She’s not dancing?” Y/N looks around to where they were.

“No.” Elliot confirms, “so if this is your night with Rue. Your big ‘fuck you’ to these assholes, for the record, I love that; you need to be with Rue.”

“I wanna be with Rue,” Y/N tells him. She just got distracted. “I love Rue.”

“I know you do.”

“Do you think she loves me too?” Y/N asks, even though it’s a stupid question. One that he may not have an answer to.

Elliot sighs, “yeah. I do.”

“Why did you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?” He chuckles, pearly whites on full display.

Y/N lowers her voice an octave, giving her best Elliot impersonation. “‘Yeah? I do?’ It was like a question or something.”

“I think Rue loves you more than she knows how to love somebody.” Elliot decides. “I think Rue loves you the best she can.”

Part 5

[beels-burger-babe]

Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 2

**I'd like to first take a second thank @obey-mes-treasure for being so awesome being a beta reader for me for this! Your input really helped! Thank you so much 💓

Also THANK YOU EVERYONE SO SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE YOU'VE GIVEN THIS FIC, I'm so blown away that you guys really like this that much! I love you all ❤❤

GN! MC

Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen.

TW: Scenting (NOT SEX! I REPEAT! It is intimate, yes, but we’re just cuddling here. I put this just in case)

Part One: Here, Epilogue: Here

Previously on Of Jealousy and Friendship:

With another nod, the demon, Cane left, leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.  

The moment Cane was out of sight, Mammon, still in his demon form, grabbed onto your wrist and began to drag you inside. 

You yelped at the tightness of his grip and tried to pull your hand away. “Hey! Mammon, stop it! That hurts!” 

The second born merely growled and tossed you onto the couch. As you looked up you were met by the fierce glares of several of the brothers and looks of disappointments from the rest.

“What the hell were ya thinkin’?” Mammon wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t screaming. His voice remained low and steady with a dangerous venom that dripped off every word. “Ya can’t just go frolickin’ through the Devildom with some second-rate demon ya just met. Especially not when ya haven’t told any of us where ya went or how long you’d be out. You could’ve been killed tonight, MC! And none of us would’ve known!”

You returned his glare as you shifted yourself to sit up on the couch. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m allowed to make my own decisions. You guys don’t control me! If I want to make friends and hang out after school, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” 

“We aren’t trying to control you, MC,” Beelzebub calmly stated. He stared down at you with a concerned frown and furrowed brows. “We just want to make sure that you’re safe. You know from experience how dangerous it is down here, and we want to keep you from getting hurt any more than you already have.” 

“Besides that demon, Cane I believe you called him,” Satan began, his arms still crossed in restrained frustration, “was clearly after something a little more than friendship.” 

You blinked at Satan in confusion before glancing at the others, who all seemed to be awaiting your response. “Wh-What...What are you talking about? Cane’s just a friend.” 

Belphegor tsked and rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Diavolo, please tell me you are not this stupid. He’s saying that the pest obviously had a crush on you or at the very least wanted to get into your pants.” 

“Which we can’t entirely blame him for, I mean, look at you, darling, you’re delicious,” Asmodeus said  matter-of-factly as you squawked in protest. “But he stepped out of place,” the Avatar of Lust’s eyes flashed as he gritted his teeth. 

You felt your confusion grow more and more inside of you as questions swarmed inside your head. “I don’t understand.” 

Lucifer sighed and looked over at Beelzebub. “Go get Levi. He’ll want to be here for this discussion.” 

You frowned as Beel left the room and looked over at Lucifer. “What discussion? You guys are making no sense!” You ran a frustrated hand through your hair as you groaned. “I get it. I should’ve been more cautious and let you guys know in advance. I’m sorry,” your eyes desperately searched Lucifer’s gaze for answers. “But there’s really no need for this...this intervention! I’m fine! He didn’t hurt me. I’m-” 

“Scented.” 

You whipped around at Levi’s voice.  He stood in the entry way with Beel, his face bright red as he held a hand over his mouth and nose and shakily pointed at you. “He scented you. Y-You let him scent you?” 

Lucifer face palmed himself and slowly let his hand fall off his face in clear annoyance. “We were just about to get to that, Leviathan.” Lucifer’s black and red eyes found your own as he raised a single eyebrow. “What do you know about scenting?” 

Your head tilted, even more dumbfounded than before. “You mean that were-wolf thing?” 

“WHAT?! NO, IT’S NOT A WERE-WOLF THING YOU NORMIE!!!” Levi shouted, clearly flustered by the topic. “Scenting i-is a... i-i-it’s...when two people...GAAAAAH!” he let out a shout as he threw himself into one of the chairs and hid his face in a cushion. “Someone else explain it, please! I-I can’t do this! It’s too high level!”

The brothers all exchanged glances, all in varying states of blush, as they silently debated on who would explain the apparently taboo subject. 

Eventually it was Lucifer who cleared his throat and seemed to be attempting to appear unbothered by all of this. “As you know demons are very possessive creatures. We don’t particularly like when others meddle with things that either belong to us or that we are fond of. As a result of this behavior and our heightened sense of smell, when a demon finds a person whom they are greatly fond of, we have the tendency to transfer our scent onto that person’s being, clothing, and belongings. It’s meant to be a consensual act of intimacy and a mark of one’s close bond with someone. It strictly marks that person as “off-limits” to all other demons.”

You blinked a couple times as you took in the information, your cheeks heating up. “A-And you said Cane did that to me?” 

You opened your mouth to argue, but then was suddenly hit by a flashback of the two of you dancing at the club. You could remember the music pulsing around the two of you and the way that Cane kept holding onto your shoulder, waist, or wrist with lingering touches. Thinking back on it, you remembered finding it odd that someone was so touchy with someone they just met, but blamed it on the cramped space that the dance floor provided. Your stomach twisted at the newly revealed implication. “S-So he was scenting me without me even knowing?” The brothers’ concern and anger suddenly made a lot more sense as a wave of guilt and unease washed over you. 

Mammon huffed, avoiding eye contact with you. “Exactly. The guys an asshole. I’ve been wanting to scent ya since we made a pact but ya don’t see me gettin’ all touchy feely!” He froze, with wide eyes as he realized what he just said. “I-I-I mean, what?! Pfft! Who would want to scent a human like you! Not-Not the GREAT Mammon, that’s for sure! I-It makes so sense!” 

The brothers collectively sighed. “Mammon, you absolute moron.” Belphegor mumbled as he shook his head. 

“OI! SHUT IT!” 

Asmodeus laughed and plopped himself into the seat beside you. “Please Mammon. You being love-sick over MC is old news. There’s no use even trying to cover it up. But even so, we all know there’s no way you’d be the first one MC chooses to scent them,” he draped an arm over your shoulder and leaned in close, “It’d obviously be me, right~?”

Levi scoffed from where he was still hiding behind the cushion on the chair. “Wh-Whatever. Not that it even matters now. That nobody of a demon already scented them. Now none of us will get to be their first...” He squeaked as he trailed off, suddenly shooting up from the chair. “I-I mean the first to scent you! N-Not anything weird! Not that you would do either of those things with a yucky otaku like me. I mean that kind of stuff only happens in animes.”

The brothers all went quiet after the first part of Levi’s rambling and seemed to become lost in their own train of thought. Your jaw dropped a little as realization finally clicked in. They hadn’t just been concerned about you missing or angry about you being so reckless... “You all wanted to scent me,” the room froze at your words. “That’s why you were all so frustrated when I came back with him. You were jealous.”

“What?! N-No!” Mammon sputtered in defense, weakly glaring at you. “I don’t get jealous! I’m Mammon! Avatar of Greed, second born of the Lords of Devildom! I can have anything I want! I especially don’t get jealous over wimpy, pathetic-” “Yes we were jealous.” Lucifer admitted, effectively cutting off Mammon and surprising everyone. He met your eyes and smirked. “Is that particularly surprising? I thought we had all been quite clear with our fondness of you.”

“Scenting you would have many benefits. It would help keep you safer when you’re alone. It’d also establish that, similar to how we all are yours through the pacts, you’d then be seen as ours by all demonic beings,” Satan smiled as he placed a hand under his chin, seemingly unaffected by the implications of his own words. “The idea is certainly appealing, don’t you think?” 

You gaped at the group of them as your face became hot with blush. You weren’t expecting this. Even as you threw the idea into the air, you were not expecting the emotionally constipated brothers that you had become so fond of to actually admit that they cared about you.  “You all...H-How would that even work?”

“Well we’d get his nasty, normie scent off of you for starters,”  Levi mumbled not quite as quietly as he meant to, and squeaked when he realized just how loud his words were. “I-It’s true! Scenting them will be more difficult since they’re already coated in his scent!” 

Beel nodded scrunching up his nose. “It does smell bad. It really doesn’t mix well with your scent at all.” 

Asmo nuzzled his head against your shoulder. “We’d have to cuddle you all night to cover it up. Not that any of us would mind~”  You yelped as Belphie plopped himself by your other side and put his head in your lap. “I suppose I can just sleep with you as my pillow.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times as you felt your heart leap into your throat with all the sudden attention. After all the revelations of the night, the sudden contact just seemed too overwhelming.

“That is if you would allow this, MC.” Lucifer sharply cut in, causing Asmo and Belphie to stiffen. “It’s like you said. We don’t control you. We will continue to respect that and you regardless of your decision,”

Belphegor huffed and looked up at you. “Well? Are you gonna let us scent you or not?” 

The air tensed as each of the brothers waited with bated breath for your answer.

You gulped as you thought about it for a minute. Being in the center of a cuddle pile of seven of the most powerful demons of the Devildom wouldn’t be that bad would it? Besides, it’s not like you didn’t love them all in their own special way. They annoyed you from time to time, and knew how to push your buttons, but at the end of the day, you all cared for another and you could depend on that. You knew that no matter what happened, they would always look out for you, and by the sounds of things this whole scenting thing would allow them to keep you safe even if they weren’t around. You could feel your heart warm at the sentiment of it all. 

Your decision made, you smiled softly at them. 

“I think I’d like that.”

Asmodeus let out a cheer and instantly starting snuggling up close to your arm as he nuzzled his face into your neck, causing you to giggle and gently push him back a little.

Belphie shrugged and closed his eyes as he laid back down on your lap. He was obviously trying to act as though he didn’t care, but the small smile that graced his lips gave him away in an instant.

Mammon’s face became extremely flushed as he shoved Asmodeus off of you. “Oi! Don’t hog, MC! Y-You’re not the only one here!” He avoided your eyes as he shakily took your hand into his and stared at the two of them intertwined.

Asmodeus snorted and merely moved over to the other arm, “If you’re going to claim one of the prime cuddling spots Mammon, at least do something that’s actually effective in scenting them.” You made the choice to mentally block out Mammon as he started arguing with Asmo.

Beel stood awkwardly beside you. “I’ll, uh, I’ll take up too much space for the others if I go by your side. So I was thinking maybe it’d be best if I sat behind you?”

You smiled fondly at the gentle giant and, with a bit of effort and complaining from the others, moved forward enough to make room for Beel to sit down behind you. Once comfy, you felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you against his chest with a satisfied hum.

Satan pushed up the sleeves of his jacket and took a seat beside Mammon. “Since Mammon’s too idoitic to scent this side properly, I suppose I will have to suffice,” he smirked as he tilted his head. “If you don’t mind that is?”

You huffed in amusement, much to Mammon’s displeasure, and nodded in consent.

Satan grinned brightly and began to rub his inner wrist along your shoulder and neck. He inhaled gently and sighed in relief, seemingly pleased with the result of his action before resting his head on your shoulder and continuing his ministrations. “Contact from one’s inner wrist to another’s neck or wrist is one of the most effective ways to scent someone. You can rest assured that you won’t smell anything like him by the time we are through.” 

You chuckled and patted Satan’s head. “Thank you, Satan.”

You glanced over at Levi as he shifted from foot to foot looking over at you anxiously. “Are you going to join us, Leviathan?”

His face turned bright red as he tensed at the question. “A-Are you sure you want a gross shut-in like me to scent you? C-Cause everyone will know! You won’t be able to h-h-hide it at school or pretend like it d-didn’t happen or-”

“Levi?” His head shot up as he looked at you once more. He gave him a reassuring smile and patted your other leg that wasn’t being used as a pillow by Belphie. “Get over here, please.”

He sputtered for a second before nodding, and nearly tripping over himself as he rushed over to the cuddle pile and hesitantly placed his head on your leg.

You could feel your heart flutter at being surrounded and held by the demons that you had come to love, but it still wasn’t perfect yet. You looked over at Lucifer, who stood watching the group with an uncharacteristically soft expression, in confusion.

Lucifer understood your thoughts without you even having to speak them. “I’m in no rush. Now that we have your consent, I’m sure there will be another time when I can personally scent you without the annoyances of my brothers being around.” He stood and began to leave the room. “Enjoy your night. I will see you tomo-”

“Lucifer.” You commanded, causing him to tense and freeze on the spot. “Get your pompous ass over here.”

The demon sighed and turned around, making his way back over to you. He moved between you and Asmo, and nudged Beel to scootch over, before settling in slightly behind you, nuzzling in close. “You really are insufferable.” He mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

You grinned, feeling joy and content buzz within you at finally being in the arms of your found family. In that moment, everything felt right and whole.

[anyoneseenadam]

Healing

pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: TW - sexual assault, rape, objectification and implications of abuse, smut, consensual sex, azriel is a sweetie and rhys is a good bestie

a/n: first of all PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! i’m really proud of this fic but I don’t want to trigger or upset anyone, that being said it isn’t too graphic but still. Anyway I hope u enjoy, this took me three days lmao <333

based on: this and this

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You had your first less than savoury encounter with men when you had barely turned nine. Your body still hadn’t finished forming, but you were growing, and your body was gaining some semblance of shape as you did. It wasn’t much – just a whistle from across the street – but for a second your heart seized up with fear, and in the next you almost felt giddy. A man thought you were beautiful.

You felt like a princess that day – felt the way you had when the boy from your class had kissed your cheek, still too young to process the intentions behind that single whistle. But you didn’t care – someone wanted you.

When you got your first period at twelve – even more changed. Your body felt new, and you didn’t feel comfortable in the changes. Your old clothes didn’t fit and now your mother forced you into tighter corsets for those long, long dinners you had to attend. Your parents were respected Fae in the Hewn City – nobles who liked to drink and smoke and throw extravagant balls. And with your new body you could no longer simply hide in the corner or climb through secret passages with your friends – muddying your dresses.

Now you had to smile when men hugged you slightly too long, laugh when they commented on how much you had grown up, sit pretty and pristine with an old mans hand loitering to close to your rear for hours as you watched your parents drink away their troubles.

By the time you were fifteen you were used to the constant attention, your beauty not uncommon where you lived but still doted on often. Unaware of their desire for your youth, your naivety. The women never offering a helping hand but instead glaring down high skewed noses as their husbands slurred into your ears – still in shock that a pretty, young thing like you was all alone at this party.

When you were sixteen you decided to change that – kissing an alright looking boy at a party and telling him exactly what he wanted to hear so he would kiss you back. He stayed when you didn’t protest as he pulled you to the bathroom and pushed you to your knees. And for this small request, the greasy hands on your body at balls and dinners or any other social gathering halved – now only the truly self-righteous felt they could touch you still.

The only problem was you truly did love the boy you had chosen. He had faults yes, but he was kind – he brought you flowers and kissed your cheek. But he also spoke over you, forced you into silence and took what he wanted. And he always wanted the same thing.

If anything it was his father’s fault. The military commander never leaving room for debate when he argues with his wife – and sons only become what they see in their fathers.

Your father had left with a younger woman a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and you hadn’t seen him since – only heard stories of him galivanting around the autumn court from your classmates. You could see the distaste your mum held you in as she realised she would have to stick around to look after you, not yet old enough to be married. Then Amarantha had taken hold of the country and that possibility had been thrown out the window anyway.

Weirdly enough not that much changed in your life when she took power, the only major difference was that now you had to block out screams before going to sleep and even they had become like white noise. You still drank with your friends on Friday nights, went out with your boyfriend on Saturdays and slept the pain away on Sundays. Your weekdays consisted of school, dinners, balls and whatever more your mother could throw together to appease the high queen.

That and the high lord of the night court had started making appearances at the events your mother threw. He was a cruel man standing so proudly at the queen’s side – but you saw something flickering in his eyes whenever people spoke, complimenting his power and rule. You saw what you felt as you laughed at compliments and lingering touches – you saw pain, but more importantly you saw anger. And right now you could use anger.

During one ball you watched him leave, taking an odd route – not the one that would help him escape the loud music but instead a long winding corridor leading to a series of smaller rooms. Without thought you peeled away from your company, muttering excuses and went after him – grabbing a bottle of wine as you did.

You found him reclining in an empty room and knocked on the door gently. He cracked open an eye – slow like a cat – and beckoned you in. You moved to perch next to him, leaning back with a straight back and letting your head loll slightly as you took a swig of the dark red wine, before passing him the bottle.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” you smiled, eyes focused on his sharp jaw as he held the bottle to his mouth with a laugh.

“One way of putting it,” he smiled. The two of you sat in silence for several minutes as you took in his beauty, his looks plus mannerisms all made him seem like a wild cat - a panther trapped underground.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked, and you raised a hand to trace that sharp jaw. But instead of devouring you as any lesser man would’ve, he brushed your hand away and held it tightly in his larger one. “That’s not gonna happen, you’re what sixteen?”

“Almost seventeen,” you said, cheekily. He laughed but shook his head, squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“You’re still a child,” he said matter-of-factly, and you scoffed, stealing your wine back to drink again.

“Yeah well that’s usually a selling point,” your voice was sad, but you didn’t dare let your eyes stray from his – refusing to show fear, “And you’re so nice to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

He laughed as you pouted, “You practice this in the mirror or something?”

“Usually works in three seconds,” you confess, and he whistles under his breath, “Men are rather easy to manipulate when they’ve been trying to get into your skirts since your first bleed.”

“And you wonder why I’m not about to take advantage of you,” he laughed, and you smiled – a real smile, or real enough. “Plus I don’t think your little boyfriend would be pleased.”

“Eh, he’s never pleased - I don’t think this could make him worse.” Rhysand took the wine back and frowned.

“Does he hurt you?” his voice was sincere but the laugh you let out was not.

“Don’t all men,” he swore, and you laughed again, “Yet you foil my plan to make you fall in love with me and whisk me away to the moon.”

He laughed, but his eyes darkened with deep sadness you were sure you would never understand, “I think we both no that even I could not do that, but I might be able to crush your fly.”

“Little boyfriend? Fly? You really don’t like him do you?” you laughed, head lighter already.

“I don’t like any man who thinks they can hurt women,” he said, frowning when he realised through your passing back and forth there was no wine left.

“Shit that took us like five minutes,” you complained, and he laughed, waving his hand lightly as several more bottles appeared before you – you grinned as you grabbed another.

“So any friends with weaker moral backbones that I could marry?” you asked with a laugh, and he smiled at you.

“I’m sure I could find someone,” he leaned back again. You smiled – finally happy that one night might pass in the company of a decent man.

Soon, you’d find it would be more than one night, a close friendship quickly blossoming between you and the high lord. All your friends were convinced you were sleeping together but true to his word he didn’t touch you, and by the time you surpassed the age of eighteen you didn’t want him to. But that didn’t stop other men.

After a particularly bad argument with your boyfriend that had left you with a handprint on your left cheek you had broken up with him – sending away his apologies and flowers, smart enough to see he didn’t hold the mental capacity to change.

Plus you were beautiful and young, you could certainly do better. And you soon did – rich men who liked to buy you jewellery, and fine clothes, men who enjoyed literature and art and spending time with you.

And at the start of each relationship, for a few blissful seconds you would believe in their pure intentions. But then a hand would drift from your lower back to your ass, or the gentle kiss that followed a necklace would shift from your mouth to your breasts. Not one of them wanted to wait until you were comfortable, so you made yourself comfortable.

You pictured pretty, strong men were holding you down and making you feel something, slipping your own hand between your legs and they penetrated you to try and replicate what you were sure a lover’s touch must feel like. And as always – after the first time- they stopped asking for permission, you were their toy, so you no longer had choice over that part of yourself.

But through nice guys and bad boys, for fifty years you had Rhysand who was a friend – who treated you with respect and finally let you talk, let you breathe.

In the end he was the one who found you, in the backroom of a party – drunk and undressed. You were weeping, curled in a ball with your attackers’ seed dripping out of you, bruises decorating your bare skin. When he turned you over with his comforting hands he found your nose dripping red and the vibrant lipstick you wore smudged.

He helped you sit up and redress, took you home and stood outside the bathroom while you scrubbed yourself clean in scalding water – still unsteady on your feet. You changed into a nightgown silently and neither of you said a word when you crawled into bed next to each other, crying in your best friends’ arms as he tried to console you.

When you woke up, he was gone with just a scribbled message about Amarantha and the name of a healer he trusted. But you just placed it back down, turning onto your back and staring at the ceiling as hot tears ran into your hairline.

You barely ate anything for the days following your assault – fighting with your mother more when you rarely saw her and subsequently breaking it off with your current boyfriend. You had thrown his hands off you when he tried to touch you and the screaming match that followed ended your relationship.

Your bond with Rhysand grew only closer however as you spent nights drinking in candlelight, talking about anything and everything until you were sure he knew every inch of your soul and you his.

“You know what I’m going to do as soon as she’s gone,” you whispered one night as you stared at the twinkling lights you had hung on your bedroom roof to imitate stars.

“What?” Rhys had asked, never letting his eyes leave the ‘stars’ which he had laughed at and then proceeded to rearrange to make them more accurate. To which you threw a pillow at his head.

“Find a hill, or a pier, or a large pit or anything and scream into it until my throat bleeds.” You said and he laughed, the bed beneath you rumbling.

“Consider me on board.” He joked as you sat up to perch at your vanity – smudging the sharp eyeliner you wore with a small brush and applying some red lipstick.

“Wanna go out?” you asked him, and he sat up to with a small, sad smile.

“Can’t.” you understood his implication and frowned.

“I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gutted me yet,” you tried to lighten the mood, but his face darkened slightly when he joked back.

“Oh she wants to, I’m telling her any information you give me about citizens, so she doesn’t.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stood to leave.

“That’s fair, I’ll keep an ear out,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently before he left.

Things changed when Feyre Archeron appeared, you saw the way your friend watched her and realised you might be competing for his attention soon, but you were happy for him. Until he brought her to that first party – drugged and barely dressed. You felt the bile rise in your throat as you pushed down memories of yourself in such a similar position, and while you knew he would never hurt her – he was still a man. And you were foolish to believe for all those years that he was a man who would realise this was wrong.

Making polite excuses you left the party, picking up the tails of your dress as you all but raced home – ditching the dress and closing the blinds tightly as you made yourself food in your underwear. The sick feeling in your throat spreading through your chest and stomach as you ate, abandoning your meal halfway for a book and large sweater. And when he knocked on your door that night, desperate to tell you all about her – all about the human girl who he was sure could be his mate, you pretended to be asleep.

You barely spoke to him the whole time she was there, unable to look him in the eyes when she was so clearly out of it – and the feeling only grew when the next morning she would have all eyes on her. You understood that feeling. You instead spent parties flirting with Tarquin, the young high lord who was only a few years your senior or warding off marriage invitations with laughs and carefully placed words.

Rhys would sometimes catch your eyes – furrowing his eyebrows at you when you avoided his gaze, the sick feeling never really leaving. But it wasn’t until you watched Tamlin slay Amarantha with a smile that he tried to speak to you again. Feyre was Fae and leaving with her betrothed and Rhysand had just confirmed they were mates – and never had he needed his best friend quiet like he did now.

You were sitting when he found you, head in your palms and blood dusting the skirts of your dress. You had been sitting near Amarantha when it happened. You looked up when he neared, smiling sadly as he sat next to you.

“Want to go home?” he asked you quietly and you scoffed, standing, and moving to leave quickly. He followed after you, grabbing your arm as you wrenched it out of his grip with more ferocity than he had ever seen from you.  

“Don’t touch me,” he held his hands up, backing away to give you space as you got your breathing under control.

“What did I do?” he asked – smart enough to not presume anything.

“How could you think it was okay, after what happened?” your voice was quiet again, and so sad.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he implored, stepping slightly closer again. You raised your eyes to meet his and he understood, the darkness you carried in your eyes shining through – the memories that resurfaced in those dark moments. “I’m sorry, let me explain please.”

You let him hold your arm softly as he winnowed the two of you to your house where you sat down heavy and tired.

“I did it because she needed out of that cell, but I saw what they did to you and you’re a fae woman, she’s… she was human. So it meant that no one else would touch her.” He tried to explain, “And she wouldn’t want to remember.”

“That’s a horrible thing to do Rhys.” You stated and he hung his head low, “How in anyway was that helping her, to get her out you could’ve snuck her here or just take her to a ball and let her dress normally.”

“I’m sorry, I just knew this would’ve been the safest option,” he grabbed your hand again and squeezed it like he did all those years ago, “It’s over, we can go home.”

“I am home,” you laughed bitterly, gesturing to your house.

“No, you’re coming out of this city – we’re putting it behind us.” He stood and held out a hand.

“I know you’re trying to be dramatic and all, but I have to pack – and think.” You said and he laughed.

“Take your time,” he said, sitting back to wait for you, “And I know it might take you a while to forgive me, but I’ll wait.”

You had left soon after, as he revealed his city to you. Winnowing to a house where two beautiful women stood at the door, strong winged men appearing next to them almost instantly – all sharing the same tear-eyed look. Well, all asides from a short, dark-haired woman who simply smiled.

The men you presumed were Azriel and Cassian barrelled towards Rhysand, attacking him in the most violent hug you had ever witnessed. Mor followed soon after and Amren simply offered him a curt nod, to which he bowed slightly with a cheeky smile.

Cassian turned to look at you and everyone followed suit, you straightened up – not wanting to cower under their gazes.

“And this, this is (y/n).” Rhysand said, placing a hand on your elbow, “She’s the only reason I survived under the mountain.”

You smiled at him, annoyed still – but you still held so much love for him in your heart. You looked away when Cassian approached and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly.

When he released you he looked you dead in the eye, “I am forever in your service.”

“Cassian let go of the poor girl,” Mor exclaimed behind him, and you giggled, looking to Rhys for support.

“Forgot to tell you he’s a hugger,” he shrugged, and you shoved his shoulder.

“Oh did you!”  you laughed.

“Gotta get used to it, you’re part of the team now,” Cassian slung an arm around your shoulder as he guided you inside, “which means lots of hugs and long talks about emotions.”

“Don’t steal my best friend Cassian,” Rhys jabbed at his brother as you all moved to sit inside around a long table.

“He already had I’m afraid, can’t reverse love like ours,” you joined in, patting Cassian’s hand as he punched the air in victory, Rhysand feigning pain as he dramatically collapsed into his chair – a hand over his heart.

When you were finally seated you caught Azriel’s gaze, his eyes locked on you – having watched you interact with his family for less than five minutes and already completely enamoured. You smiled softly when you caught his gaze and he grinned at you, no words passing.

Later that evening – after too many drinks, you found yourself alone on a balcony you found, drinking in the fresh air greedily after all those years underground. You didn’t realise he was there until he was next to you – silent on his feet, his shadows a cool chill passing over your shoulders.

You tilted your head to look at him, in awe of his beauty. Not even Rhysand had awed you as much as this man was, his beauty unparalleled by anyone you had met before. He turned his gaze down to you as well, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you as he watched you move with such elegant curiosity.

“We haven’t had the pleasure of being formally introduced,” you smiled, lifting your hand delicately, “I’m (y/n).”

He met your hand halfway, lifting it to his mouth with perfectly poised and trained grace. “Azriel,” his voice was deep, gruff – and sent chills through you quickly. But when he moved your hand from his mouth you held on, the sparks flowing through you telling you all you needed to know. He similarly made no move to let go.

“Are we? I don’t really know how any of this works,” you laughed nervously but he smiled so warmly and tugged you slightly closer to him with the hand you were still clutching.

“You’re my mate princess,” he said, voice rough from disuse. You smiled widely, eyes forming tears as your gaze never strayed from him – finally getting one person who would truly love you, not your body – but you. He tugged your hand gently and you followed him inside, smiling and love drunk.

“We should probably go to the house of wind,” his voice was quiet as you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me and Cassian have to share a room here, the bed are singles.” You smiled and laughed – irrevocably happy.

“Yeah maybe not,” you said, and he held your hand softly as he walked you to the front door, passed his past out friends, Rhys cracking an eye open when you walked past him, and you turned when he tugged your skirt gently.

You okay? He asked in your mind, and you smiled at him.

I’m perfect, why? You replied as he closed his eyes again, clearly too tired to hold them open - Azriel moving to retrieve your coats.

Just don’t feel pressured into doing anything you’re not ready for, Azriel is understanding he won’t get angry. A sort of cold feeling settled on your shoulders when you realised why Azriel wanted that extra privacy.

Shit forgot I had to do that you joked but Rhysand felt the stress growing, however before he could reply Azriel was by your side again and you were waving him goodbye, your smile tight lipped.

Honestly, you trusted Rhysand when he said that Azriel would understand – but so far you had yet to meet a man who truly respected the boundaries you set, a man who would truly wait. Azriel met your eyes in silent questions before scooping you into his arms, flying high above the house as you squealed in his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, and shutting your eyes tightly as you soared above the vibrant city.

He felt you tense as you neared the house, swooping lower in order to land on the large balcony attached to his room. He placed you on shaky legs gently and looked down to smile at you again – heart so full of love and peace.

Not only was his brother returned to him in one piece, but along beside him came you. His mate. His mate.

You caught his gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, terrified for history to repeat itself. You wanted to talk to him and know him – you didn’t want him to learn to love your body instead of you. And you were truly afraid to be touched again, you hadn’t been with a man since you were raped – fear stopping you before they could get close and walls slamming up if they tried.

“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice was dripping with concern – genuine concern, and the way he said it made tears well up in your eyes. His own instantly widened as he sensed the sadness and fear rolling of you in waves, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest. “Oh sweetheart we don’t have to do anything, c’mon lets go sit down.”

He guided you through the glass doors and sat you down gently on the bed, holding you gently and coaxing you through your breakdown. Once your breathing had calmed slightly and you had pulled out of his embrace, wiping your tears harshly with the butt of your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly, terrified to anger your mate when you’ve only just found him.

“It’s okay darling, what’s wrong – did I do something? You’re not terrified of heights are you?” he asked, and you laughed softly, a smile growing on his face as his worries eased slightly.

“No, that was fun,” he grabbed your hand in his scarred ones and you gripped it tightly.

“Then what was it?” you looked into those beautiful, worried eyes and let out an exhale – bottom lip quivering.

“I just don’t think I can – I can’t do that tonight.” You whispered the words lowly, afraid of his reaction as you clung like a child to his hand.

“Hey, that’s okay – we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready,” he smiled, worries easing. You still wanted to be with him, just not in that way yet – and he could wait. He would wait a million years if you asked.

“Even if I’m not ready for a while?” You asked, and he held your face in his hands gently – looking into your tear-filled, defeated eyes.

“I would wait forever and then some – I have already waited so long to meet you, I’m sure I can last longer, especially if you’re next to me.” Your smile was so sad when you met his eyes.

“I’ve been told that before,” Azriel just pulled you closer to him with a cheeky grin.

“And were any of them your mate?”

“No,” you smiled at him again and he thought his heart was going to combust.

“Well then, I love to prove people wrong.” You buried your head into his chest as his arms came around you once more, “Would you like to sleep here, or would you like your own room?”

“Here is fine, I like the way you make me feel,” you said quietly, tugging on the bond experimentally. Azriel just smiled and tugged back.

“That works for me, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He moved to stand but you stopped him – tugging on the dress shirt he wore.

“I want this,” you grinned cheekily up at him, and he laughed, but undid the buttons and pulled it off anyway – turning around to let you change in peace. When he turned back around you were looking up at him with wide eyes – looking impossibly cute in his shirt.

“It has holes in the back,” you complained, and he laughed, sitting down to tug off his trousers before sliding under the covers as you scrambled to lay in his arms.

“Well I do have wings,” he cemented his point by letting one drape over your shoulders as you sighed in content.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned quietly, burrowed deep under his arms and the covers. His chest rumbled with the silent laugh as he pressed a kiss into your hairline.

The next morning he awoke to you laying on his chest, tracing the scars on the backs of his hands with a delicately pointed finger. He stared in wonder, and you must have felt his gaze because you turned your head to meet his eyes, face still puffy from sleep. As you whispered to him that morning, your chin resting on his chest as you gazed up at him until he rose to get your morning drinks. Barely daring to leave for more than a few seconds. And when he returned he was so glad he did – welcoming the sight of you curled up under his sheets with a shy smile and tired eyes.

“Do we have to do anything today?” you asked as you sipped your drink slowly, Azriel’s’ arm tight and secure around your waist.

“Nope,” he said, delighted at the prospect, “I just want to be with you and my family.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

True to his word, for the next few weeks that past, you and Azriel didn’t progress past slow, occasional kisses and lingering touches. But before either of those he was always searching your eyes – asking permission. And you truly fell in love with him during those weeks.

He was caring and consistent – never promising anything he couldn’t bring. And he cared for you, he cared for you past your body and looks. He wanted to be with you for an eternity.

One night, while you lay together, speaking lowly and listening to the rain fall outside your room – a glass door cracked open, you decided you were ready. You pressed closer to him, your lips meeting his own in a kiss more passionate than you had previously shared.

He followed your lead with just as much passion, but when you crawled into his lap he pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he asked quietly, hands coming to rest on your hips.

“I’m sure, I love you and I want to be with you.” You told him sincerely, “But I haven’t been with anyone in a few years so I’m a little out of practice.”

You giggled nervously but he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you told me about your boyfriends?”

“Yeah but I – stopped dating about five years ago.” You tried to explain quickly, old nerves being brought up, but Azriel pulled you closer and as always his touch calmed you.

“Can I ask why?” he watched you drop your head a little as you breathed slowly – determined to not let your fear rise, you would probably end up telling him anyway so you might as well get it over with.

“I was raped.” You stated and his grip on your hips tightened slightly as he swore.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he started but you stopped him with a sharp glaze.

“You don’t need to apologise, it happened and it’s over now.” He could practically feel you pull away, so he loosened his grip on your hips and instead brought his arms up to hold you against his chest.

“Who did it?” he asked, voice dark and dangerous. You muttered a name lowly – under your breath – and he pocketed in the darkest corners of his mind for later. His shadows itching to tear the man apart.

“Look (y/n), if you’re ready I am more than happy to oblige but I need to know you’re really ready, I will wait as long as you need.” You pulled away from his chest and kissed him gently.

“I’m ready, I trust you,” he smiled up at you from where you perched on his lap and you giggled and he flipped you over, laying between your legs with a feral grin.

He made you cum three times with his mouth and those beautiful, beautiful hands alone – more than you had ever experienced with a man and he hadn’t even received any pleasure yet. Except from the pleasure of watching his perfect mate fall apart on his sheets, over and over.

And when he lay over you, your legs pushed up and wrapped around his waist, and his forearms on either side of your head – he would later swear he had never felt more complete.

“I’m here with you remember, will be the whole time.” He assured you, voice soft as he lined himself up and you smiled.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, and he pushed in slowly, filling every part of you and pushing against every spot you didn’t know you had. You swore under your breath when he bottomed out, the slight pain quickly being reduced to please as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you felt shivers run through your body at his gruff voice and smiled, moaning when he began to move.

He pulled his head from where it hid in your neck and watched as you closed your eyes – head thrown back with a smile – and his hips bucked, desperately trying to control himself as he watched you arch your back.

“Shit Az, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly, unaware of the trance you had pulled your mate into.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered with a harsh thrust, a hand coming to stroke down your face as you opened your eyes to meet his, “So perfect.”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst from the love that filled it as you reached up to kiss him softly – conveying every word, every thought, through that kiss. When you pulled away you were nearing your end, the sensations building in you without the need of a fantasy or your own hand.

You moaned his name, gripping his shoulders tightly as one hand instinctively moved to stroke down his wing. He shuddered above you with a loud groan – his thrusts speeding up as he to neared release, yours hips surely bruising from the force of his own.

“C’mon baby, need to feel you, need to know you’re mine.” His words ignited something in your stomach, and you clung tighter to him, kissing his sharp jaw as you smiled.

“I’m yours Azriel, now and forever.” Your gentle words pushed him over the edge and his skilful fingers dipping between your thighs brought you down with him. The two of you crying out at the sensations you shared as a growing need to never let him go consumed you.

He collapsed on top of you soon after and he intertwined your fingers with his own as your breathing evened out. He slipped out of you, and you smiled up at him as he sat up, rolling off your body and laying to the side while you came to rest your head on his firm chest. He brought his spare hand upwards – twirling strands of your hair slightly as you rested in silence. After a few minutes, you clambered into his lap and kissed him firmly as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude to the world for giving him an angel that would willingly hold his hand and guide him out of the darkness.

“I am so in love with you,” he whispered back, and you giggled, a hand moving slowly to stroke him as you felt him harden beneath you again.

“Hmm, is that so?” you whispered.

Azriel, who had started pressing light kisses into your neck, nipped you gently, making you squeal, “What were you saying darling?”

“That I am also deeply, and unequivocally in love with you.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.

“Just putting me to shame with your big words.” He muttered and you giggled – crawling down his body.

“I’m sure I could make it up to you.”