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To Let You Win (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

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Flufffffff 💖 (with a squint towards a smuttier theme hehe)

"Holy fuck it's hot in here," Bucky wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and resumes the fighting stance he'd been occupying before exclaiming that he was sweating balls.

"Alright," you laugh and flip the makeshift knife in your hand, "just tell me if you need a break to regain your strength, old man."

"Oh doll, I don't need a break," he grins and threateningly takes a step towards you without blinking, "I can take you with both arms tied behind my back."

There it is again...

One of those ill-timed comments that you try and laugh away in a poor attempt at hiding just exactly how bad they make your stomach churn and the back of your neck prickle.

Pretending that you do not have a major crush on the man standing in front of you has become full of feeble attempts, and to avoid embarrassing yourself, you settle on an equally threatening "I'd like to see you try," accompanied by a playful smile that you cannot hold back no matter how much you try to.

He winks at you before he, without warning, lurches forwards, swinging his fake dagger mere inches from your chest.

He's quick, but you're quicker, and while he's focusing on touching one of the spots you in unison decided would be considered a kill-zone, you jump as high as you can while wrapping your legs around his hips.

Immediately thrown off balance, he falls backwards and lands on the white felt floor with a dull thud followed by a grunt as your weight lands on top of him.

Before he can even move, you've pinned him to the floor with a knee placed on each side of his torso.

"Surrender?" you grin and lean forwards as you press your wooden weapon to his bopping Adam's apple.

"Okay, you got me," he laughs and raises his hands above his head to capitulate.

You know that he can easily flip the two of you around and turn his fake demise to his own advantage; place his entire weight between your legs as his thick thighs glue your hips to the spot, ready to devour you as he sinks his teeth into your neck, filling up the empty hole inside you that's constantly begging for his touch.

God, he smells amazing!

"Sweetheart," he chuckles from far away and you realise you've done it again; become lost as you daydream about your best friend fucking you into oblivion.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this," he places both hands on your hips and gently pushes you back with a stomach-flipping grunt, "- but my back is killing me, and I really need to change out of this shirt."

Your gaze falls to the hand you have carefully placed on top of his sternum, suddenly aware of the wet stains of his t-shirt and the heavy heartbeat drumming below your fingers.

"Of course," you immediately pocket your fake knife and release the grip you have on him as you stand up. "Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed by yourself and your inability to play it cool whenever you're around him.

"No worries," he winks at you from the side of the ring and reaches behind his head, grabbing the fabric of his t-shirt and pulling it off with one swift movement.

You've seen him shirtless countless of times before, but it never ceases to amaze you just how good he looks. He has angry scars extending from his waistline, zig-zagging and digging into the skin lining his entire stomach and chest, reaching all the way up to the torn flesh of his shoulder and it makes him look so fucking beautiful. You know he hates the bare-chested sight of himself in the mirror, but you doubt there could ever be a single facet of Bucky Barnes that you would not love.

"You've been working on your takedown," he eyes you impressively, either ignoring your obvious stare, or choosing not to believe that you actually like him shirtless. "I can't wait to see you break Sam's back with that move," he chuckles, "I love when he's having his ass handed to him."

"I highly doubt that'll happen seeing as Sam doesn't let me win," you mock Bucky while adjusting the strip of cloth that is wrapped tightly around your knuckles. "He actually fights back when he's down."

"Come on, you had a knife pressed to my throat!" Bucky chuckles but you merely raise your eyebrow at him, well-aware that he stopped fighting for the sake of your keeping your confidence intact and not because you'd beat him.

"Okay, okay," he laughs at your dead-pan expression, "maybe I let you win a little. I want it to be fun for you too - so sue me."

"Buck, we're supposed to be training," you sigh, holding your hands out to the side, "how am I ever gonna get better if you won't give me a fair fight?"

"Sweetheart," he licks his lips and squints as he considers how to put his next words in the most delicate way possible. "I bench press more than you weigh... It's never gonna be a fair fight."

"Well if I don't get to practise on you, how do you reckon it'll go when I'm up against a guy your size for real?"

"A guy my size with seventy years of combat training and serum running through his veins? Sure, that's likely to happen..."

You ignore him. "Get down on your back and continue fighting me like you normally would."

He crosses his bulky arms over his chest while arching his eyebrow.

"I'm serious!”

"I don’t care," he shakes his head, “I’m not doing it.”

"Well if you don't, you can consider this our last training session."

"Come on - this is ridiculous!"

"Lie down, same as before."

"You've got to be kidding me," he mumbles under his breath as he rolls his eyes but he still ends up doing as you say. "Happy?" He defiantly throws his arms out to the side when he's once again lying with his back against the white felt.

"Can't say that I'm not enjoying this more obedient side to you," you laugh and sink down on top of him, straddling his chest again, "didn’t think you had it in you - where do you normally keep it?"

"Shut up."

"Then fight me."

"I'm not gonna fight you," he shakes his head.

"Bucky, do me like you normally would!"

His grin broadens in a boyish smile as his hand twitches near your thigh. "Really?" he laughs while licking his lips, mockingly slipping his eyes down to your chest and back up again. "You want me to do you like I normally would?" He winks.

Another stomach flip… You have to suppress a gulp.

"Shut up," you chuckle and lightly smack his arm to get his mind out of the gutter. "You know what I mean."

"Sweetheart," he sighs with serious eyes, his smile still perfectly in place, "- are you sure you really wanna do this?"

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. "Yes, Barnes..."

"Alright - just remember that you asked for it," he shrugs before he quickly grabs your hips and shifts the position around.

You don't even get to yelp - you barely have time to register what the hell just happened before you're lying on your back with Bucky's lower half pressed to yours, trapping you in place.

His dog tags are dangling in the air between you and you can feel the heat radiating from off his bare chest that is panting enticingly right before your eyes.

"Now, are you happy?" He asks and makes a point of his statement by pressing himself closer to your body, so you're completely sandwiched between him and the floor with no means of escaping.

"Goddammit!"

To further underline his superiority, he pins your wrists together and forces them above your head, holding you steady with one hand only.

"Surrender?" He asks in the same mocking tone of voice you used before, his plump and grinning lips suddenly mere inches from yours.

You can feel your entire body stretching below his, how he drives his hips into yours to keep you in place.

"Fuck," you mumble in frustration and start wriggling your hips to try and get free. "Bucky!" You groan to get him to release you, but even you can hear how your struggling sounds come out almost moan-like, and you see how the smile on his face is suddenly replaced with small, almost inaudible gasps.

Immediately, you stop moving, suddenly aware of the excitement growing tight in his pants while the rest of his body is completely frozen above you.

"Sorry..." you gulp as you slowly look up at him, finding the panicked blue that is half-hidden behind long chestnut strands falling sinfully over his eyes.

You've never been in this position before; on rare occasions you have cuddled long into the night, arms and legs entangled on his bedsheets to the tune of a long-forgotten movie playing in the background - but this? This is different. It's not cute and cuddly.

The look in Bucky's eyes has shifted in a heartbeat, and it's not teasing anymore. It's raw. It's passionate. And when he quickly shifts his gaze down to your mouth and up again, you give in to what you've been wanting to do for months now.

Without thinking, you strain your neck upwards touching the side of his nose with yours, placing a soft kiss on his lips for the first time ever.

He's perplexed - still completely frozen - but when you let go of his mouth shortly after, he wrinkles his brows in silent frustration.

He's panting hard, digging his lower half into you as he looks at you with a fire ignited in his eyes you've never seen before.

You put your hand on his neck, pulling him down towards you, throwing your pillow-soft kisses out the window by placing your thumb on his chin, slipping your tongue inside his open mouth while you move your pelvis rhythmically against his.

"Sweetheart," he whispers with swollen and wet lips as he slightly pulls away. He's breathing hard but his entire body is heavy and relaxed as he looks down at you with lust written all over his warm face - and you choose that exact moment to attack.

Quickly, you wrap your legs around his body as you flip the two of you around so you're finally sitting on top of him again.

"What are you doing?" he pants, confused about your sudden movements.

"Winning," you whisper back with a grin.

It takes him a minute to register your words and set them in connection with the conversation you'd had just before your friendship had passed the point of no return, but when he does, he throws his head back with a frustrating grunt at your dirty trick.

"Not cool," he shakes his head with a chuckle, half-amused, half-annoyed. "Not cool at all. You had me all excited," he groans and puts his hands on your hips, pressing you down on his hard erection.

"Tell me I'm winning," you chuckle as you run your fingers down his chest, suggestively arching your back while he's turning into a mess beneath you.

"Fuck," he groans and rubs circles over your thighs as his erection grows a little harder. "You better not be doing this to the guys you fight in the field."

You put your hand atop of his sternum and slowly start rocking your hips back and forth against him, arching your back while rubbing yourself along the tight bulge underneath you. "Tell me I'm winning."

"You win! You win!" he pants and traces his fingers down your throat and cleavage, laying his palms flat over your stomach as he angles his hips upwards. "Just... don't stop. Don't stop."

"Kiss me, Bucky," you whisper and pull on his dog tags so he can only inch closer to your craving lips.

"Oh doll, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this!" he groans sensually with pink cheeks as he finally reclaims your mouth.

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zyafics · 3 days

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play fake | part eight

series play fake — ( masterlist )

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

summary when rafe cameron needs to secure a gf in order for his father to see him as a stable man, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

content 18+, eventual smut, angst, fake-dating, jealousy, people-pleasing and independent! female reader, ward cameron pinning rafe and sarah against each other, rafe being an asshole

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Laid out on the edge of a heavenly bed, a rustling stirs you awake.

You blink through the thinly-streamed sunlight casting into the room and adjust your vision, trying to decipher where you are.

Rafe stands in front of his closet, shirtless, searching through to find something to wear. When you lift your head off the pillow, groggy sounds escaping your lips, he turns his head.

"Shit, did I wake you?" He asks, brows furrowed together.

"Are you going somewhere?" You respond, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. "Should I go home?"

Last night, after you accepted Rafe's invitation to stay over at Tannyhill, you didn't do anything other than shower, take a Plan B, and go to sleep. It was a long day and when Rafe shuffled into his sheets, you pulled yourself to the ledge of the mattress. It wasn't done out of separation, but because of an unusual habit you developed as the sole provider for your sisters. You always stay close enough to the edge that, if any problems arise in the middle of the night, you have the fastest exit.

Rafe shakes his head, rounding the bed to approach your side. He can't believe how pretty you are, even just waking up, fresh-faced with no makeup. His chest buzzes with an indescribable feeling.

"It's fine," he declares. "I'm about to head out to brunch with my dad. We have to talk through some things that happened last night."

You don't miss the grimace in his tone.

Frowning, you offer, "do you want me to come?"

Honestly, Rafe would love that. Having you by his side while he’s conversing with his father would ground him. Because he knows, if Ward Cameron sees him as incompetent and expandable, at least with you, he isn’t.

"You have nothing to wear."

You glance down at your sleepwear, a borrowed shirt from Rafe's closet that cuts mid-thigh, and realize he's right. It wasn't like you packed an overnight bag and your only options are to reuse the gown from last night or your bartender work attire.

There is Sarah's closet but after Rafe's whole conflict with his sister returning, you'd rather not put it on the table.

"Right." You drawl, pressing your lips together while you consider alternatives. "You could drop me off at my house. I can change."

He shakes his head, concealing a rising smile at your determination to attend. "Not enough time."

"What time is it?"

"A quarter after eleven. I have to meet him there by noon."

He's right. The drive to The Cut is going to take most of that time.

"I'll be fine." Rafe declares. "I've handled him for the past twenty-three years. I can handle a few hours."

You nod, saying nothing. What could you say? You're taking Rafe's words at face value and if he believes he can go into this meeting without having another destructive conversation, then you can only believe him.

"I should go then." You throw the comforter off your body, the coldness of the morning breeze sends a shiver down your spine. Your legs drape off the ledge. "Since you won't be here."

"No." Rafe asserts suddenly, causing you to stop in your tracks. "I'll be back. Just hang out here."

He doesn't want you to leave. Whatever conversation he'll have with his father, it would either settle on a concession or a bad ending. Rafe already mentally prepared the layout of his day and he knows he'll need you after. To talk. To comfort. To be here with him.

"Alone?" You confirm, the idea is scandalous to your ears. "In your mansion? Aren't you afraid I'm going to steal something of yours?"

You're playing into Pogue stereotypes, testing if Rafe trusts you enough.

"You wouldn't." He shakes his head with confidence and you still don't have your answer.

“You don’t know that.” You challenge with a tease. “I saw some things downstairs I would like to take home. If I just swipe them when you leave…” Your voice trails off when Rafe settles in front of you, both arms pressed on either side of your hips and he levels down his face to be inches away from yours.

"I could just buy them for you."

Your heart sputters. You stare back at him, admiring his freshly-clean look with a faint scent of aftershave. He looks handsome. His blue eyes set on you, captivating and waiting. For a brief moment, you could see yourself letting him in.

You expel an awkward laugh. ‘Yeah, right,” you hit his shoulders, trying to create some distance between the two of you, but it doesn’t work. The touch only further the buzz within you, stirring something from the pit of your stomach. “Like I would let you.”

"But you'd rather steal?"

You shrug, needing to look away, pretending to admire a thread you found on his sheets. "What did I tell you that day in Topper's house?"

He hazily recounts the details. The night when you came and propositioned him. Where he got into a fight with a stranger for harassing you. Where you patched him up.

"I only remember you on my lap."

You scoff, turning back to him. "Of course you would."

You make a move to stand, but Rafe lays a hand on your hips, keeping you in place.

"What?" You ask breathlessly, despite the limited movement.

“You promised you were going to ride me.” He recalls lowly, pushing the fabric of his tee up your thighs and creating goosebumps in its wake. “You don’t have makeup on.”

Shaky breaths leave you, trying to remain in control. But you know you’re losing it with every light caress Rafe is giving you, igniting the heat between your legs. “Are you always this horny in the morning?”

"Just for you, sweetheart."

Your mind is warping and you fumble for excuses.

"I have morning breath."

"We don't have to kiss."

"You have a meeting in less than an hour."

"We'll be quick."

With a huff, you retort. "Do you always have an answer for everything I say?"

He chuckles. "I know you now."

You're afraid he truly does.

Your lips part when his hand cups the underside of your jaw, tilting your gaze to meet his. His eyes scans over your features, reading how willing you are, and mumbles. "That's my girl."

Your skin buzzes with his praise, and Rafe goes to remove your shirt—his shirt that you’re wearing, the sight of which drives him insane—and exposing your bare tits and panties underneath. No matter how many times he sees you naked, it amazes him every time. That it’s him that gets to see you this way. That it’s him who gets to touch you.

"Fuck." He whispers, sinking to his knees as his hands spread your legs apart. He wants nothing more than to sink in you, but he wants to please you first. Lowering, Rafe kisses the base of your knee to your inner thighs. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

It's things like this that make your head spin. Not the mind-blowing sex—no, that's a plus—but his words. The little acts. You don't know whether to trust them because mostly, he only utters them when you're intimate. You know how different it can be afterwards.

His fingers go under the band of your underwear and take them off with your assistance.

"Such a pretty pussy." His thumb traces up and down your slit, collecting your arousal and causing you to buckle from his slow, teasing touch.

"Rafe." You warn. "The time."

He glances over his shoulders to the digital clock sitting on his dresser and turns back to you with a smirk. "How about you watch it and tell me how I'm doing?"

"You have a meeting soon."

"Baby, you really don't want to rush me." He declares, moving closer and pushing your legs onto his shoulders. His tongue lightly grazes your cunt, causing you to bite down on your bottom lip. "I wanna enjoy this."

Rafe flattens his tongue, performing languid strokes as your fingers threads through his hair. You arch into his face when he sucks on your clit, his fingers entering you in simultaneous thrusts. Your eyes flutter close from the sensation.

"You taste so good, baby, I could have you for breakfast every morning." He mumbles against your opening, the vibration of his rasps elevates the pleasure and aids you towards your climax.

When you come on his face, Rafe guides you through your release and when he pulls back, he checks the clock. "Not bad, huh?"

You shake your head softly, a dazed smile on your lips. "I bet I can do better."

"Yeah?"

You push yourself forward to remove his sweatpants, the outline of his bulge prominent, and while you tease him with light traces on his lower abdomen, the sound of a ringtone interrupts you.

Rafe moves over to the dresser where his phone sits and answers the call from his father. "Yeah?" He greets, listening to what Ward has to say. "You said twelve."

Another exchange is made before Rafe ends, and when he does, he rolls his eyes, agitation evident on his features. "I have to go. My dad is moving up the time."

You smother the aching disappointment and nod. "Okay," you say, picking up your panties from the floor and sliding them over your hips. You glance over to the door, contemplating your own exit. He notices.

"I'll be back, alright?" Rafe reaffirms, coming over to plant a gentle kiss on your temple and your body leans into his touch. "Just stay."

While you wait for Rafe to explain, you take a tour around the estate. Midway through your exploration of family portraits and expensive winery around the kitchen, you receive a phone call from the babysitter.

"Hello?" You answer, while the babysitter is scrambling to produce coherent words. "Wait, wait, slow down. What's going on?"

She doesn't explain much, informing you to get home immediately and hangs up. Your heart sputters by the sudden disconnect and you race to Rafe's bedroom to collect your things before ordering a rideshare. When you hop in, your leg restlessly taps on the floor of the car while you check the battery on your phone.

You're imagining the worst possible scenarios. Something happened to your sisters. They got injured. One of them is in the hospital. The other is missing. Or, somehow, the house caught on fire and now, you're homeless.

When you reached your destination, the car didn't halt to a full stop before you hopped out, running down the driveway to the familiar, unscathed house. That calms your mind for a moment.

Before you realize it's something much worse.

"Aaron." You murmur, shoulders tense as your eyes widen, recognizing the tall dark-haired man standing in front of your door, talking to the babysitter who's blocking the entryway. He turns his head at your arrival, eyes cascading down your body before meeting your gaze.

"Y'know, you've been a hard woman to find." He chuckles to himself, the sound making all the hair on your body stand up. Aaron pushes himself off the beam of your porch. "Where you been?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest. You glance over to the babysitter to signal her and she reenters the house and barricades the door. Inhaling a sharp breath, you try to calm yourself.

"What are you doing here?"

He tsk. "Wrong answer. I asked you first."

"I know I'm late—"

"I don't wanna hear excuses." He holds out his hand, flexing the various dark ink crawling up his forearms. "I just want an answer."

His voice is calm. Too calm. It's scaring you.

"I've been busy. Business been slow—"

"Is that not an excuse I'm hearing?" He says, stepping closer to you. You can see the outline of his gun tucked under the band of his pants and your breath shortens. "Where have you been?"

With your heartbeat in your throat, you don't know what answer you can give to satisfy him. So, you remain silent.

When Aaron realizes that, he tilts his gaze out into the driveway with a huff. "I heard you been running around with a Kook," he states, matter-of-fact, and you can smell the faint stench of nicotine wafting from his clothes. "Was that him?"

He's referring to your rideshare driver. You shake your head frantically. "No. But, I swear to you, I'll get you your money if I have more time."

He scoffs in disbelief, turning back and ignoring your pleas. His dark eyes find the pendant wrapped around your neck and he lets out a cold chuckle. "And he's been giving you some real nice gifts, too."

Fuck, this isn't a good look for you. Your panic is skyrocketing and you resist the strongest urge to hide the expensive jewelry behind your palm.

"Aaron." You begin again, your voice shifting to desperation. "I just need a little bit more time. This doesn't mean—"

He holds out another hand. "Look, I've been a nice guy. Wouldn't you say so?" He prompts, tilting his head, and when you don't answer, he adds. "I mean, what kind of person would lend you thirty grand? I consider that pretty generous, right?"

You swallow hard, your throat dry. "Right."

"And I've done nothin' yet to make you not trust me otherwise, right?"

You hesitate with a shaky breath, your knees buckling. "Right."

"So, all I'm asking is to return the gesture and give me back my money. I help you, you help me, that's how this relationship works, right?"

"Aaron, I—"

"If you interrupt me one more time, I'll cut out that fucking tongue."

You let out a small whimper, silencing yourself. Both hands tucked behind your back. He smiles at your submission, dark eyes gleaming in pride. "Good."

Aaron draws closer, stopping just in front of you. His grimy fingers trails down the length of your neck, following the chain of your necklace, before grabbing the pendant between his fingers and ripping it off. The clasp breaks and a gasp leaves your lips.

With his other hand, he seizes the back of your neck.

"Three days." He threatens, the grip piercing into your skin. "I'm givin' you three more days and if you can't pay me back by then, I won't be such a nice guy anymore."

He waves the dangling necklace in front of your face. "I'll keep this as collateral."

You're shaking under his touch and he notices, smiling crudely, before he does another sweep of your exposed body. "And y'know, there's other ways of paying me back."

Aaron finally releases you, and you stumble away from him with a few steps. The dark-haired man descends off your porch and disappears on his bike, leaving you trembling at the foot of your door.

You don't move for the next few minutes. Your mind is occupied with everything going on, that when you slip into your house, you run on autopilot.

You pay the babysitter, patting her back as a silent gratitude for her assistance and protection, and gather your sisters onto the couch, holding them close. Hugging them tight. Trying to use their heartbeats to calm yours.

The rest of the night is spent with them. They wanted to watch a movie and you pulled out an old disk of their favorite films. With that on, they quickly fall asleep on your shoulders and you carry them to their bedroom.

That's when the real work begins.

Spending the rest of your time on the kitchen island, devising a plan, you hear a knock at your door.

Afraid that the loan shark had returned to make a second visit, you hoped it would go away, only for the sound to grow more intense and adamant. Your fear spikes and you were afraid he was going to do something much worse if you didn't answer. When you approached the front door, you held your breath.

Only to find a blond.

"Where were you?" Rafe demands, his expression unreadable but his words are cold. It rubs you the wrong way, reminding you too closely of Aaron.

You can't handle it. You attempt to shut the door, only for Rafe to stick his foot between the crack and push back.

"What the fuck? What are you doing?" Rafe enters into your house, his eyes searching the place for anything out of the ordinary, anything you would hide from him, before his gaze lands on you.

You cross your arms protectively over your chest, thinking this is another one of his outbursts. "Rafe, I don't have time right now. Whatever you're pissed off about, you have to wait—"

"I came home and you were gone."

That quiets you.

"Your shit was gone. Even your mess from the bathroom was wiped clean." He recounts, struggling to conceal the vulnerability seeping through his words with each reveal. "You didn't even leave a note."

Your mind is muddled. You didn't realize it would affect him this much and something about the act endears you. You were so frantic, trying to figure out how to get home before your phone dies, that you forgot your own commitment to Rafe.

"Say something." He urges.

"What happened?" You ask softly, discovering your answer when his expression twists. Like he doesn't want to think about it. You don't want to think about your problems either. "I assumed you would go to a party."

You say that because, if Rafe didn't have you conveniently-located at his disposal, he would return to his own vices. It stings him that you still thought of him as his former image, but he couldn't completely fault you because he did—he went to one of the island's parties and came out still feeling empty.

Rafe's jaw locks as he stares at you, breathing heavily. Taking you in. How just the sight of you seems to soothe him. He doesn't know how to explain it, when the tides changed, but it did. The fact that he's here, in this rundown house in the middle of The Cut after a blowout with his father, all because he misses you says it all.

"I don't want to talk." He declares firmly, the resoluteness of his tone shocks you. "Not now. But I will, after, if that's what you want."

You draw your brows together. "What are you getting at, Rafe?"

Rafe swears under his breath. These words, these feelings are difficult to him. It's uncomfortable and unwanted and all it makes him want to do is resort back to his anger, something comfortable he can express himself in. But he can't. Not with you.

"I don't want that shit anymore. I just wanna fuck you."

Your lips part. "What?"

Unintentionally, the natural response came with a tone of hurt but you disguise it well. You recognize your own feelings in that precise moment. When you got into this relationship with Rafe, you knew nothing he does is out of the sincerity of his heart. It's a committed act. A performance of a perfect boyfriend.

Yet, it breaks your heart. How you manage to fall for him, despite knowing everything he does is fake. Even now, standing before you, he's admitting his clear intentions and you can't help but envision another meaning.

It can destroy you, this hope, only if you let it. You'd rather let the clear lines be drawn. If Rafe is telling you he wants to use you for sex, so be it. You won't ask for anything else.

When your silence becomes deafening, Rafe abandons his last shred of pride.

"Please."

You inhale sharply, evening your words. You can detach too. "Ask me."

His large hand tucks under your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. "Can I use you?"

"Yes."

The confirmation was all he needed before his lips slams into yours. His hands lowers to capture your ass and as a signal, you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist. Rafe moves through the hallway and towards your bedroom, kick-opening the door, causing the doorknob to smash into your wall with a loud thump.

You pull back from the kiss. "Don't break my house."

"I'll pay for that."

Rafe drops you onto the bed and pulls off his shirt you took from Tannyhill. His movements are skilled and hurried, needing to see you, to taste you. He kisses down your neck, to the curve of your shoulders, before finding himself between the valley of your breasts. His mouth covers a nipple.

You tip your head back with a moan, reveling in the way his tongue twirls around the metal barbell, igniting your nerves. Rafe rocks against your spread legs and you feel his bulge teasing your core. "Rafe, please."

"What did I tell you about rushing me?" He murmurs against your skin. "I'm trying to enjoy this."

The challenge hangs in the air and when Rafe gives both of your tits equal attention, he pulls back to admire the sight of your hard nipples wet and glistening. Tilting his gaze up to you, he palms a breast in his hand.

"I'm going to be rough." He announces. "Tell me if it hurts."

Your heart swells from the gesture but you wish he would just do it without caution. It'll be easier to separate your feelings.

Leaning forward to capture a kiss, you breathe into his mouth. "You said use me, right? Then use me."

His eyes darken. "Don't say something you'll regret."

"Then make me regret it."

You're exactly what he needs.

Rafe wastes no more time and strips out of his clothes, his cock springing free from his boxer, all red and swollen. You can't help but feel a pang of pity, remembering how he had to leave this morning without release.

Reaching out to cup him, he snatches your wrists in one hand. "What do you think you're doing?"

You pout. "I'm helping you."

"Did I tell you to?" His words are commanding, shifting to a state that leaves no room for arguments. You swallow hard, feeling a thrill passing through you at his control. "Are you going to be a good girl tonight and do as you're told?"

You nod.

"I need words, sweetheart."

"Yes." You say desperately and Rafe releases you.

Pushing you back against the mattress, he pulls you to the ledge and removes your shorts and panties. When you're open and dripping for him, he thrusts into you without warning.

"Shit," you let out a cry. Rafe pushes the back of your thighs into a bend, your kneecaps beside your ears, and this new position gives him access to enter deeper.

"Fuck, I needed this." He moans, burying in ecstasy at the way you wrap perfectly around him. "Why would I ever want to go to another fucking party when I can have this every night?"

You can't answer him, too lost in the initial pain that quickly fades into your credence of pleasure. Moans escape you, elevating in volume with each pump. You had to slap both your hands over your mouth to muffle your sounds from waking your sisters.

Rafe recognizes that immediately. That's the only reason he isn't ripping them off right now—to let him hear how he makes you feel, to listen to what he's owed—because he knows where your priorities lie.

"Please don't stop," you whimper through your fingers, which are slowly loosening as you feel the familiar tension tightening in your gut.

"Sweetheart, God can't even pull me away from this pussy right now." Rafe grunts. Your walls flutter around him. "You're about to come, aren't you?"

You nod desperately and Rafe fastens his rhythm, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as you race towards your orgasm with a loud, uninhibited moan that echoes through the room. He had to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.

Panting, you try to catch your breath but Rafe doesn't allow you to rest. Still hungry, still needing, he pulls out and flips you on your stomach, hauling your ass in the air.

Your legs burn from the way he folded you but you still get on your knees. Breathing heavily with your profile pressed against your sheets, you feel his hands flattening against the smooth curve of your cheeks, squeezing.

Rafe takes his time to admire you from behind. So willing, so wanting, he can see you dripping and making a mess on your covers. He chuckles. "Do you need me, baby?"

"I want you," you breathe, "inside, please."

"Inside where?" Rafe grips the base, tapping his tip on your wet folds. "Here?" He mocks, before shifting to the opening of your asshole. "Or here?"

Your breath hitches; the unfamiliar contact sends a shiver down your spine.

"Come on, sweetheart. I need an answer." Rafe taunts, rubbing his slick cock over your hole, anticipation pricking his skin as he sees you contract. "Would this be your first?"

You nod, too disoriented to form words.

He grins. "Are you going to let me fuck your asshole?"

The feeling of your slickness rubbing against your back entrance feels foreign but not unwelcome, sending hot desire to your core. While you struggle to produce an affirmative, Rafe leans forward to grab your throat, pulling you upright.

"Are you going to answer me, Pogue, or am I going to have to do it for you?"

You hate the term Pogue, especially when he uses it, but at this moment, with his hot breath fanning the crook of your neck, you're glad he is. It reminds you—to separate the sex and your heart.

"Whatever you want." You confess.

Rafe drops you back onto the mattress, spitting on your asshole and wets the area with the pad of his thumb. He didn't immediately enter, as you would have predicted, and instead pushed a thick digit through your hole.

You try to relax, shivering through unfamiliar contact.

"Oh, shit, you're so tight for me." He breathes out, sliding in two. "I know you're going to make me come in a second."

He thrusts in-and-out at a slow pace, prepping you, but the lack of friction is causing you to grow impatient and needy. All you want is him.

"Do it. I'm ready."

Rafe laughs. Not listening. "But this isn't about you, is it?"

He tests you out for a couple more minutes, getting you comfortable and relaxed, and it lures you into a false sense of security. When you find yourself gathering your breath, it shifts into a sudden emptiness of his removal, and before you know it—he pushes the head of his cock in, surprising you with a scream.

The pressure stings from the initial intrusion, and you wince, gripping onto the sheets and burying your face, but as Rafe gradually fills you, the pain fades into an unlikely pleasure, floating and amplified all over your body.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans. "Am I hurting you?"

You hesitate before nodding. "Yes..."

He stills. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shake your head. "No."

Something ignites deep and carnal within Rafe. The way your body tightens, your legs shaking, and the submission in your voice as he has his way with you. The fact that you want to continue, despite the hurt, because he wants it, drives him insane.

"You're being such a good girl tonight."

The compliment drives your enthusiasm and you wiggle your ass against his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you. It flips his control. Rafe quickly grabs your hips, holding you in place.

He grits out. "Don't do that."

"Why not?" You whine, wanting to feel him deeper, more full. "I'm only trying to help."

A laugh can't help but escape him. At how cockdrunk you are—it carves something in his chest. "God, you really are my personal slut. Doing anything to make me feel good, won't you?"

You don't answer, the call-out warming your cheeks at your own recognition. You said it once during sex, a tease on him, but now you can't help but see how true it is. Now, it feels like an attack on the independent facade you crafted as part of your character.

Rafe wants to hear you. He grips your hips harder, leaving bruises. "Say it."

You shake your head. You don't want him to know how much you're willing to give him. It's too vulnerable.

The lack of silence isn't enough for him.

Rafe rails into you, bottoming out, and you let out a cry at the intensity of his size, at the pressure buried in you, and the pain-pleasure that pulsates through your body. You understand it's your own punishment, but your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, refusing to budge.

He goes again. And again. To the point that he's rage-fucking you, abandoning all restraints and channeling his aggression from his brunch and your disobedience. He wants to know you'll be willing to sacrifice your pride as much as he sacrifices his and he's pissed that you aren't.

A tit-for-tat.

One of your hands slips between your legs, rubbing your clit in simulation. The euphoria explodes all over, especially with how Rafe fills you from behind, and you moan wildly, causing him to discover the act and pin your wrists behind your back.

"No."

"Rafe." You beg, the ache between your legs is demanding and left without resolution. "Touch me."

He shakes his head with a tsk. "Bad girls don't deserve that."

You have a retort on your lips but it's forgotten the moment he thrusts into you, so deep, it hits a spot you didn't know existed and causes you to roll your eyes to the back of your head.

"Fuck, you're loud." He grumbles, grabbing your panties from the side and bundling them into a tight ball, shoving it into your mouth. You choke on surprise.

"Rafe–"

"Shut. Up." He warns viciously, knowing the increment level of noises you're producing is going to wake your siblings. Another reason why you won't let him in. "And just take it like a good slut."

Something about his command exhilarates you. Bounded and gagged, Rafe is fucking your ass, and all you can think about is you're letting him. You want this. Even with his harsh words.

You had to give him something.

"Like yours." You admit, the muffling of your panties works wonders at stifling your words.

Despite that, he heard it. Rafe pauses for a moment. You aren't giving him everything, but he hears it in the confession.

His command is low. "Say that again."

"I'm yours." You whimper, desperate and submissive. "Please make me come."

His chest warms and his smile is smug. Rafe slides his hand from your hips to your needy cunt, rubbing your swollen nub with tight circles, causing you to buckle and heightening your rising peak.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp with a sharp breath, "oh, god, oh, god."

When you come, your orgasm hits in waves—intense and demanding—ripping out of you despite the gag, and searing in such an elevated state that you slump back onto the bed. Rafe has to abandon everything to grab your middle, holding you up.

He continues to penetrate you from behind until he fills you up, his hot cum leaking out of you. When he pulls out, he takes his fingers and pushes it back in, causing you to contract with a low, lazy moan.

You're out of it. You thought it would be the end but Rafe's appetite is insatiable. He settles back against the headboard of your bed, breathing heavily with a sheen of sweat covering his taut chest, and beckons you.

"Rafe," you groan weakly. "What?"

"Come here."

Despite the throbbing in your muscles, you crawl to him. Settling next to his pelvis, you glance down at his softening cock. "Get me hard again."

Your eyes widen at the instruction. "Are you not tired?"

"Never of you."

You roll your eyes before your fingers gingerly wrap around his shaft, slowly rubbing him out, feeling it harden underneath your touch in a matter of seconds. You gleam in a bit of pride at your ability. You turn back to him, drawn out and exhausted. "Now, what?"

"Ride me."

"What?"

"Come on, sweetheart." He teases, grabbing your waist and moving you to mount over him. Your entrance hovers over his tip, sensitive—so, so sensitive—that you let out a small whine. "You have a promise to keep."

You try. Lowering yourself to let the head in, you immediately pull back, hissing from your overestimation with a fervent shake of your head.

"Rafe." You pant, eyes searching his face. "I can't. I–I think I'm done."

"I'm not." And with that, he thrusts upwards and into you. You collapse onto his cock, sinking down with a cry as tears prick your line of vision from the overwhelming ache of pleasure.

You still move against him, trying to produce some friction, despite your words. Rafe sees how you're working, trying to please him, that he pulls you down to capture your mouth in a tender kiss, drawing out your pain with some pleasantry.

His hand cups the side of your face and you melt into his touch, the act removes all your inhibitions. When he retreats, he whispers against your lips. "Last one, okay, baby? I know you can hold out for me a little longer."

Determination courses through you.

You, with tear-stained cheeks, nods. You straighten your posture, closing your eyes and will yourself through the pain, bouncing on his cock and ignoring the burning sensation in the back of your thighs.

Rafe watches your tits bounce and uses the opportunity to capture the bar lined between your nipples, twisting and pulling them to produce pleasure for you. The additive of his touch pushes your body into overdrive and you feel yourself growing closer once again.

"Please, please, please." You beg, to anyone, anything with a higher power, to guide you through this climax. It's the hardest to peak, and you try to quicken your pace, but your legs give out and you fall flat. Rafe, knowing the familiar twitch of your walls around him, begins to assist and thrusts into you.

"I'm close, baby," he grunts, pumping forward with enough force that pushes both of you through your orgasm and riding out your highs together. You clench so tightly around him, in the aftermath, that he can barely move.

When you feel the familiar warm pool spilling inside of you, you let him empty it all out, and when you dismount, you fall into the space beside Rafe, leaking and complete fucked out.

Rafe knows your next move is to pull to the ledge, to separate some distance between the two of you, but he doesn't give you the chance before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. His breathing is heavy, his heart rate is fast, and he's worn out from the session.

You don't resist, letting yourself calm down with him. It isn't until he presses a soft kiss to the back of your shoulders and wipes away some of your tears that your stomach flips. "You okay?" He murmurs against your heated skin.

You want to cry. Not from the sensation but because of how gentle he's treating you after; how it's messing with your feelings and making you think of things you shouldn't.

"I'm fine." You lie, putting your hand over his arms and peeling them off of your body before pulling to the ledge. It feels like a safety tactic nowadays.

Rafe takes it as some kind of rejection and when you move into a sitting position, back pressed against the headboard, you turn to him with a raised brow.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" You ask, doing something, anything to stop this feeling from building inside of your chest and giving you hope. You remind yourself of the transactions; the falsehood of it all.

He doesn't, especially with the distance, but he does it anyway, out of respect for your terms.

"My dad is giving away the case to Sarah."

Your lips part. "What?"

"The one with the marsh and hotel? Yeah."

You pause, taking a few seconds to gather your words. "And you're upset because it's unfair?"

He doesn't answer you immediately. He's not upset about the case itself, there's hundreds of other opportunities for him to handle business like that. Especially now knowing he could. It was the fact that it was our case, because you helped him figure it out. You were his partner.

He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "I worked hard on it. She doesn't deserve all the credit."

You hum in understanding. "I'm sorry."

Rafe huffs. "I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity, it's compassion." You correct. "You're pissed and you're hurt by something your dad did to you. It's okay to feel that. I'm sorry you have to feel that."

Rafe says nothing, watching you.

His heart aches.

You’re so understanding. So perfect. He doesn’t know how to explain how every time he comes in with this need for you, for you to satisfy him physically, only to come out of it a different man. Someone better. Someone more in-tuned with himself. He never had someone like that in his life.

He looks at you like you’re a dream but he’s afraid he isn’t yours.

You decide to move the conversation elsewhere, not wanting to end the night in such a depressive state. "Are you staying the night?"

“Are you kicking me out?” Rafe asks tightly.

He wants to understand you, of where you’re ranking him at. He knows he’s going to absolutely lose it if he has to go back to Tannyhill tonight.

"No." You declare, grabbing the comforter and throwing it over your body. You should really take a shower and clean up, but you're so exhausted right now, all you want is to go to sleep and figure it out tomorrow.

"Does that mean..." He trails off, wanting to hear you say it, wanting you to ask him.

You don't.

"Whatever you want, Rafe." You yawn, rubbing your eyes. "If you stay, you stay. If you leave, just make sure to lock the door behind you."

And with that, you fell asleep.

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julianalvarez9 · 11 months

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hot n cold / rúben dias

summary: being in the will-they-won't-they stage with rúben was confusing, to say the least. maybe a bit of rain during the treble parade can make things clearer for you.

wc: 1.1 words.

author's note: just a lottttt of pinning and tension that doesn't really get addressed, i'm sorry 😮‍💨 but they KNOW!!! 🙏🏻 also, lots of soft rúben for my soul 🙏🏻

rain in manchester. it shouldn't surprise none of you, part of the whole team that organized the parade, but still, it does.

first, the answer is to delay it. but, you all know the achievement is too big to overlook, so cancelling it isn't an option, with the fans and team all ready to celebrate the huge achievement only done once by a previous team. a direct rival, nonetheless. and considering there are already a sea of blue waiting for their home heroes, the answer comes rather easy: do it anyways. under pure, manchester weather.

the rain comes pouring down on all of you, and it almost feels predestined: like there was no other way of doing it. but also, you're freezing cold, rain soaking all your clothes and glueing them to your body. you couldn't care less at the moment, too focused on not missing a thing, which was difficult to do when jack was putting on a show for everyone to see.

your back clashes against somebody's front, and you want to turn desperately to offer your apologies, except, two big arms wrap around your figure, effectively immobilising you. "fuck, you're freezing" is the first thing the person says, and by his mere voice you know who it is.

you're not only dripping water with the sassines that can be perceived coming out of your lips. "i think that's the expected result when you're standing in the rain for one hour, rúben," you deadpan, and try to get out of his hold. you don't really care about prying eyes from fans right now, because the bus just got to its destination, so the coast is clear, one could say. but still, feeling you flush against him feels wrong, just because you know you're enjoying it far more than you should. he's a colleague, after all.

"come on, come here," he insists, and you can't really get out of his grip with the force he's caging you in now. you two are so close together that you can feel the medals hanging from his neck, and resting comfortably on his chest. his voice brings you back, and you feel like you've been caught staring, when in reality, you've not. "i'm hot. i can warm you up" he resonates, and although he doesn't refer to him being hot, but rather, his body temperature, which is notoriously higher than yours currently, you can't hel but laugh at the connotation. "wasn't really a secret that you're hot when you're shirtless, dias".

he tries to stifle a laugh, but still, the smirk painted on his lips, which enhances the little dimple he has in his cheek, betrays him. "anyways, you'll freeze to death," you say, turning a bit to get to see his face when you're speaking to him. you notice now the way that he's looking at you, so lovingly, that you're almost forced to turn around again to avoid getting flustered in his gaze. especially, when he shrugs your statement off. "wouldn't be such a horrible way to die, right?". thankfully, john comes before you can answer anything to the portuguese.

"come on, lovebirds, we have a treble to celebrate!".

you freeze at his words, and rúben is the one to move you forward when he starts walking, still holding you onto him, as if you'd leave his side at the first chance you had. that's what you would be supposed to do; but everybody's too drunk to remember any of the ruled you must follow, so you decide to follow that path too. except, you know that rúben doesn't have a drop of alcohol on his system, and you're not really in for drinking while at work: so you two are completely sober. "don't listen to him," he whispers when john's out of sight, and you realize you two are the only ones still in the bus. "but he's right. we have to get you warmed up. can't have my favorite staff getting sick, can we?".

ruben doesn't leave your side at all. not when you get down the bus, not when you enter the building. you don't see any of your colleagues, and your first instinct is to go out there, and search for them. for sure, they're all in place, doing their job, and you feel guilty not being there.

rúben gets to catch your wrist, just barely. "where are you going?" he asks, his eyes big and questioning. you only get to point with your thumb, signaling back towards where the exit to get to the stage is, but he's clearly not pleased with your answer. "you're not getting back there without a dry shirt" he says, giving you the blue shirt he had in his hold, and the towel a staff member had somehow dumped on him in a hurry. your eyes clearly spoke before you needed to, because ruben answered before you even muttered a word. "don't worry about me. see you out there, yeah?".

you're too focused filming and taking pictures to even see when rúben gets out, but the way the crowd cheers his name alerts you of his presence on the stage. the first thing you notice is the clear contrast between his shirt and the one the rest of his teammates are wearing. he has a nice, white shirt that hugs him just right, at the same time that marks him as a champions league champion. instead, the rest of the guys are wearing a light blue one, with light blue and neon yellow letters accentuating the fact that they're treble winners.

no one seems to notice the slip up, or at least, think it's accidental, but john sees you, and he knows. after all, it's not too complicated to put two and two together. he nods approvingly, like a proud father, only to shift his focus to clap rúben in the back. it seems to be a bit too strong to his liking given how fast he turns around, browns knitted together in confusion.

your focus gets taken out of their little interaction when jack does the next thing that has the crown roaring, and get reminded, again, of what your job here is. not to fool around with rúben, you chastise yourself, but still, can't help but look for him a few minutes after. this time, he's looking at you, and it makes your cheeks grow warm. he tugs his shirt and points at you, making a little thumbs up. rúben seems to mouth "looks good on you", and you playfully roll your eyes at him. "it's because it's yours".

#football imagines #football imagine #football x you #football x reader #rúben dias imagine #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff

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ratsarekindacute2 · 6 months

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fuck now kill later ! Sukuna x Fem!Reader ╴☆

Sorry this took so long to come out! Thanks for the request Anon! (lost the message :c ) And for the sake of this story, Yuji has his own body <3

Summary : You were tasked to assassinate Ryomen sukuna , but things take a wild turn of events

You , a grade 1 sorcerer were assigned a mission to kill the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Believe it or not but you were still considered a "newbie" in the jujitsu world but you managed to climb the ranks at a very fast speed. But despite that you were very nervous to meet the famous King of Curses himself , even tried to get out of doing the mission, but the higher up insisted that you take on the mission just so you can showcase your strength to prove you were "worthy" , whatever that was supposed to mean. ╴

You sigh, frustrated at the situation you got yourself in.

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The leaves rustled under you feet as you walked around the forest in the middle of the night , the cold breeze sending chills down your spine as you continued to walk hoping for any hints about his current whereabouts.

"Speak of the devil.." you mumble under your breath noticing that Sukuna was now standing behind you , shirtless as always...

You turn to face him , he gives you a sly smirk , knowing that you're here on a mission to kill him. "You Jujitsu Sorcerers always know how to kill the mood..." he says with a slight hint of annoyance in his words.

His eyes look you up and down and scan your figure, you see him then smirk and lick his lips, he seems ... pleased with himself ? "Disgusting ..." you say in a low whisper. "Hmm...?" his low raspy voice sends chills down your spine, distracting you from your original mission completely. "What was that doll? " he says tilting his head slightly.

You feel your ears heating up at the little nickname but that immediately fades away at his next action.

In the blink of an eye, he moves swiftly behind you and grabs you by the hips to hold you in place. You gulped at the closeness between you two, fearing for your life. "Y'know , you would be a really attractive woman if you were to drop the attitude.."

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that?" You growl, knowing that you were tasked to kill this man but, his presence╴ there was something about him making you stop every time you tried to pull your katana out. He had you just where he wanted you, trapped in a corner...

"You really are no fun... I'm just trying to loosen the mood.." he removes his hand from your hip and walks in front of you. "Has anybody told you how hot you look when you're mad ?" He says chuckling lightly looking you dead in the eye.

He takes a few quick steps closer to you, but you in respond by stepping back, not liking the feeling of being so close to the King of Curses like this. Hoping to put distance between you two.

You abruptly come to a stop when your back hits the back of a tree, shaking the tree and causing some of the leaves to fall down gracefully.

"Shit..." your eyes widen noticing how close he is from you now...just inches away. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, and he could feel the heat radiating off yours.

Sukuna, on the other hand , didn't mind the closeness between you two, believe it or not but he actually liked being next to you.

While you were a blushing mess , Sukuna was admiring your features , poor guy didn't even know your name and he was already thinking about how long he could pound your pussy and how many rounds you'll be able to take.

You shifted your feet , noticing his lingering stare on your face.

Even though you blew your opportunity to kill him minutes ago, you didn't want to go back to the higher up empty handed.While Sukuna was distracted in his own thoughts you reached for your katana ,clutching it tightly as you pour your cursed energy into it.

But in another swift movement, Sukuna takes both of your hands a pin them to the tree behind you.

"Still planning on killing me eh?"

He moves his head closer to the crook of your neck with his lips almost close to kissing your neck.You can hear he muttered something to himself before lifting his head and smashing his lips onto yours.

You gasp slightly , surprised by his actions , Sukuna takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue in and explore the insides of your mouth. He was quick to swirl his tongue with your own , you tasted so sweet to him. You found yourself wanting more as soon as he pulled away.

"Hmm...such a needy slut", he says while moving his hand to grip your neck slightly, not too hard and not too light.

Now that you've had a taste of him, you wanted more- no , you needed more of him.

He kept his lips hovering over yours as he spoke, "You know how bad you want it, I bet your panties are practically soaked by now" He was right, one thing you could never do was lie to yourself , and if you did you would be a horrible liar.

All you could manage in response was a pathetic whimper.

He reconnected your lips before you could get another word out. Swirling his tongue with yours once more.

You didn't want to give into the King of Curses desires but your body absolutely craved for him and needed more.

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Minutes later you were already pinned to the forest floor , with your hands above your head and your legs spread open for Sukuna to get a good look at your , already wet, cunt.

Him on the other hand, still had his pants on.

(remember he only had his pants on in the beginning)

"unfair..." you say to yourself. Sukuna notices this frustration on your face and takes off his pants and boxers.

"Minutes ago you wanted me dead, now you want me to fuck you?What a strange human.."

You gasped at the size of his cock, you probably won't be able to walk for the next couple of days. He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance and pressed his lips right next to your ear and whispered,

"You wanted this right? So take it", shoving his entire cock inside of you with no mercy.

"W-wait!" You moaned, not being able to take the size of his cock.

"So, tight..", he groaned. You couldn't believe it, you had the King of Curses, Sukuna , down on his knees , fucking the living shit out of you.

He thrust-ed in and out of you at a rough speed, the sound of skin clapping is the only thing that could be heard cumming from the forest.

It was like two wild animals , fucking in the depths of the forest late at night.

“Please…” you said whimpering.

"Please what?" He said with a smug look going across his features while keeping his hips at a steady pace.

"P-" you began, hesitating for a second. "Please let me cum-" you finally said, pathetically.

The man was practically splitting you open at this point. You arched your back on the forest floor as your orgasm was finally approaching.

“Such a good girl. Now take that dick and cum for me baby."

And with a few more thrust, your orgasm finally reached and your juices squired all over his length. With your orgasm triggering his own, a wave of pleasure flooded the both of you as he came inside of you.

Filling you up in spaces you never thought anything could go.

Finally coming down from your high, you reach for you clothes preparing to leave.

"Leaving so soon?" You heard him say from behind you. You turn to face him red in the face, coming back to your senses "Unlike you, I have to go explain to the higher ups that I was unable to "find" you"

He chuckled at your comment , standing up fully and walking up towards you. "Y'know I would like to join you, and walk you back to jujitsu tech."

"You do know that they're going to kill you if they see you , right?" you said staring at him all serious like.

He sighed, "I'll be fine."

"Whatever you say then..."

Completely ignoring that fact that you two just had sex, you and Sukuna walked off into the night..

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I personally do not like the ending, it was rushed just like this entire story... :c But I still hope you enjoyed , and remember , request are still and forever will be open !

#ria writes #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jjk sukuna #!!!#<3 #bare with me pls #luv u mwah

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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can you do virgin sev??

omg yes absolutely!

men and minors dni

this is such an interesting concept because you'd never suspect sevika's a virgin.

she spends a significant amount of time at babette's, she flirts with ease, and i mean look at her. she looks like she Fucks. with a capital F.

so you're a little surprised when you ask sevika if she'd like to come inside your apartment after your third date (wink wink) and she clams up and starts stuttering. "i-i've never actually..."

"you've never...?" you ask.

"...had sex." it's silent for a moment as you take in her words. "that's what we were leading up to right? you were asking me in so we could fuck, right?" she asks, suddenly panicking that she'd read the situation wrong. you laugh and kiss away her worry.

you end up letting her in, this time with different intentions. you make the two of you some tea, cuddle up on your couch next to sevika as she explains herself to you.

yes, she used to go to babette's all the time. yes, she's spent nights with the girls there. but, she tells you, she did all the touching and fucking and pleasing. she never took her clothes off, never let the girls service her, or really even touch her beside flirtatious bicep squeezes and scrabbling on her shoulders when she'd be drilling into them.

you consider all this, then reach forward and gently take her hand in yours. "sevika, if you don't want me to touch you or take your clothes off we don't have to. we can find other things to do. or we can do nothing at all, if you'd like. sexy as you are, i'm not dating you just to fuck you, you know." you say.

"no, but that's the thing!" she says. "i do want to have sex with you. i wanna touch you the way i touched those girls and i-- i really want you to touch me that way too."

"okay." you say, a smile growing on your face.

you decide to take it slow. really slow. you want to give sevika time to get used to things, want her give her time to figure out what she does and doesn't like. above all, you want to make sure she's not uncomfortable or pushing her boundaries just for you.

so after your fourth date, you invite sevika in for a handsy makeout. you keep all your clothes on, but grope and pinch and claw freely. sevika's whimpering and shaking beneath you when you finally pull yourself away from her lips, a needy look in her eye. she begs you to keep going with a little pout, and you just smile and kiss her pout away before sending her home and taking a freezing cold shower.

after your fifth, you guys make out shirtless, bras still on. sevika loves it. she keeps pulling you closer and closer to you, like she's trying to merge your bodies together. she's obsessed with the feeling of your skin on hers. you make it a point to kiss every square inch of her that you can reach from where you're pinned beneath her, and she gasps each time you press a kiss anywhere below her jaw and above her wrists. she's never been kissed there before. you're honored to be the first.

you wake up the following night to sevika pounding on your apartment door in the middle of the night, a pathetic look in her eye as she asks if you guys could do more 'sex practice.' of course you agree. you spend the rest of the night in just your panties on top of sevika, grinding down on her exposed boxers, both of you gasping and moaning into each other's mouths.

sevika's giddy with excitement all of your sixth date, and when you ask her what's up she turns to you with a sparkle in her eye as she slowly and salaciously looks up and down your body, "the next step is getting naked, right?" she asks, licking her lips. you laugh, before pressing a kiss to her lips and dragging her inside the restaurant.

later that night as you're hovering in a straddle over sevika's hips, both of you finally naked, you take several long seconds to simply admire the woman beneath you. she's so beautiful. you feel yourself getting a little emotional.

beneath you, sevika's locked in a staring contest with your glistening cunt, hovering six inches above her. when she finally looks up, her hazy look of admiration falls. "baby, what's wrong?" she asks beneath you.

you blink down at her, suddenly aware that tears have been forming in your eyes. "you're just so beautiful. i'm so lucky to get to see you like this." sevika gulps beneath you.

"hey, i'm the virgin, i'm supposed to be the one crying during sex." she jokes shakily, her own tears forming in her eyes as she smiles up at you. you laugh and lean down to kiss her. she sighs against your lips.

"are you still feeling okay with everything?" you ask against her lips. sevika laughs.

"i think i'm in love with you." she says. you blink at her in shock and she just shrugs with a guilty smile. "...is it cliche that i said it now?"

your tears finally fall as you dive down to kiss her again, but the kiss just ends up being the two of you pressing your teeth together, both of you smiling too big for your lips to meet.

you don't have sex that night, you don't even get that hot and heavy. from that point on it's just gentle kisses and soft loving caresses and tossing 'i love you' back and forth between each other.

you fall asleep in each other's arms.

in the morning, you wake up to sevika admiring you, her nose half an inch from yours a smile on her face.

"hi." she says. you grin.

"hey." you're both still naked, and neither of you have anywhere to be. you bite your lip. "do you maybe wanna...?"

sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "now?"

"only if you want!" you say. sevika rolls her eyes and snorts, then she lunges.

she takes the reins in the beginning, pinning you beneath her and pressing her lips against yours, wedging a thigh between your legs and straddling one of yours.

you both grind and grope each other, your lips only separating to suck in desperate breaths before crashing back into each other. sevika's soaking your thigh with her arousal, and you're doing the same to hers.

you're getting close, and sevika must be too because your grinding against one another becomes much less coordinated. sevika gasps and pulls away from your lips to stare down at you.

"are you cl--"

"yeah, are you?"

"yeah." she grunts. you reach down to claw at her ass and she moans, ducking down to kiss you again.

she cums with the most beautiful little whimper you've ever heard, shaking against your body, her lips parted and panting against yours.

you grin.

while sevika's still twitching against you, you take advantage of her temporarily weakened state to flip the two of you, pinning her beneath you, ducking down to suck a hickey on her neck as she catches her breath.

"wha-?"

"sev, honey, i'm fuckin' dying to taste you. can i put my mouth on you, baby?" you ask. sevika moans loudly, nodding and pushing your head down her body. you laugh and spread her legs, quickly kissing a path up her thigh. you nuzzle her bush, inhaling deeply to smell her arousal. she whimpers above you.

she's got her flesh hand in your hair, her mech hand gripping the sheet beside her. you reach up to intertwine your fingers with hers, looking up at her, your mouth an inch from her clit. "just say the word and i'll stop, oka--?"

"fuckin' obviously, would you hurry up?!" sevika cuts you off with a groan as she rolls her eyes. you giggle, and sevika huffs. "for fuck's sake--" she grunts as she shoves your head against her cunt. you gasp against her, and she gasps above you, and then you earnestly get to work, sloppily kissing her cunt, moaning as you taste her.

sevika squeaks and twitches, and her mouth moves to moan or curse but nothing comes out. you giggle against her, then start swirling your tongue around her clit.

sevika's sensitive. she's never had a tongue against her before, and the enveloping warm wet pressure is making her dizzy. she lets out the most adorable little whimpers and moans, her head falling against the pillow beneath her as he fingers dig into your hand beside her.

the hand she has resting against your head is alternating between pulling you harder against her and pushing you away, like she's shocked by the pleasure but can't get enough of it.

you try to be consistent, you try to hold yourself back from burying your entire face against her and devouring her like you've wanted to for months, and because you want to make sure she's comfortable, and you don't overwhelm her, you manage-- mostly.

you keep a medium pressure on her clit, licking small circles against it, sometimes pausing to suck it into your mouth, but returning to circles when sevika starts holding her breath.

but when sevika gasps your name like she's seeing god, a little giggle following it, you just have to duck a few inches down to lick up the arousal that's been soaking your chin. sevika moans so loud it bounces off the walls, and then shes pulling you back up to her clit.

when she gasps and whispers "can you-- put a finger in?" you whimper and nod, bringing your free hand up her thigh. but before you touch her with it, you quickly duck down to lick at her entrance, pushing against the tight ring of flesh. you can't help yourself. when her neck snaps up and her eyes snap open to stare down at you, you giggle, and move back up to her clit, gently pushing your finger into her soaking cunt. she whimpers.

"i'm gonna--" you nod against her, greedily licking at her clit while keeping the pace of your finger slow. you can feel her fluttering around you and she grunts.

"more-- another." she demands. you push your second finger in, the squeeze tight but the slide smooth, sevika's dripping down your hand by now. you keep your steady pace, but on one particular thrust sevika gasps and laughs. "there!" she says. you grin against her clit, and start pushing up against her g-spot with your thrusts. "oh, fuck... baby-- oh, fuck!" sevika grunts as she cums, her cunt fluttering around your fingers, her clit pusling on your tongue. her thighs clench around your head, hard-- for a second you worry she's gonna crush you like a watermelon-- but then all her muscles simultaneously relax, and she flops against the bed. "come. up here." sevika heaves between breaths. you giggle and crawl up her body, pressing a kiss against her pursed lips before laying down ontop of her, tracing patterns into her skin.

"love you." you say.

"i love you so fuckin' much." sevika mumbles. you peek up at her, her eyes are closed.

she's snoring in seconds.

you wake her up twenty minutes later, to make her pee than feed her breakfast.

(she shows off all the things she learned at babette's afterwards)

just a note! i wanted to make it very clear that sevika was NOT a stone top in this fic! i do NOT want to push the narrative that stone tops are just 'waiting for the right person' or 'not having real sex because xyz.' i respect and love stone tops everywhere, and if any of you would like, i could always write a stone top sev fic! i hope this makes sense!

hope you enjoyed!

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika #sevika smut

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demetris-cocksleeve · 2 years

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Hello, I hope you're doing well! Happy pride month too!

Me, I'm a simple man who simps for Lucio, so I was wondering if I could request him with an MC who constantly says or does things to rile Lucio up, but then acts oblivious afterwards? I imagine Lucio realises what MC is doing or MC finally takes mercy on him, but it's up to you! Also, I'll leave it up to you to how nsfw it gets!

Bless you for taking requests 💖

(A/n: god, I am so sorry this is so late.. but happy pride...😅😬)

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: references to sex

Age Rating: Pg 13

It started off small

Little touches here, a wink there

But it eventually escalated to subtle grinding or saying things that are way to inappropriate for a meeting with the courtiers

What really got to him was that you did these things with little to no shame or embarrassment

Or when you would whisper the raunchiest things as you passed him and then act oblivious when he called you out

Once, you pulled him aside as he was heading into his meeting room and began to rub him off only to leave him high and dry just as he was considered late to the meeting

So one day he decided to give you similar treatment..

To say you were confused was an understatement. Normally you were the one in control of this situation so you don't really know how to react.

Lucio had been teasing you all day. You didn't even get the chance to properly wake up this morning.

Right as you were waking up, Lucio came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist showing off his impressive v line with water cascading down his pecs and abs before soaking into the fabric.

When he noticed you awake and staring, he made his way over to you. Leaning across the bed to you as if he was going to kiss you only to reach past you to grab his necklace off the nightstand next to you.

"Morning, babe; sleep well?" He smirks at your shocked expression.

Let's not forget the various swats to your ass. Or the side pinches. Or the light scratches along the back of your neck.

You didn't know what was going on in his head but you could tell it was gonna be a long day.

And it was.

As the day ticked by the teasing didn't let up. In fact it got so much more intense that it left you nursing a painful boner at one point.

Thankfully the day was over and you could sink your nails into the vengeful Count that had been torturing you all day.

That didn't go as planned..

When you got to your room you tried to turn it back on him, but before you could he had to pinned against the wall thigh pressed between your legs.

"What? The teaser can't handle being the teased?" Lucio whispers dangerously in your ear.

Before you could respond he had you off the wall and on the soft mattress.

He shrugs out of his blazer, letting it fall limply to the floor. Now shirtless, he crawls over you, caging you beneath him.

"I think it's about time I get a bit of revenge-"

The way his eyes flash with sadistic joy has you gulping.

"-don't you?"

#count lucio x mc #count lucio x reader #count lucio #the arcana count lucio #the arcana x mc #count lucio smut #the arcana smut #the arcana x reader

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pugwitharug · 2 years

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Random Griefer Headcanons

I am filled with a sudden burst of love for the Griefers (thanks to @poisonouswritings lovely writing posts) so I will try to have this...somewhat organized. There will be no guarantees.

Balsam would love Downton Abbey. No this is not just because I'm watching it now this is because it is canon

I feel like he'd watch period dramas in general but Downton Abbey specifically he loves

You know those little hair pins Lucan has on the right side of his head? He has a bunch of pairs of those, different colors, different charms on them, you name it. Please buy him some for his birthday he will cry

Elowen in leggings................

The Griefers get lost in IKEA. I might actually make a separate post about that cuz, oh boy the shenanigans

Tulsi likes Renaissance fairs! The one closest to me has a blacksmith section and she would love to go there, ask the smiths for advice and just talk in general. I think she'd also like to dress up in a steampunk style

Elowen sits on Lucan's back while he does push-ups, reading a book and keeping count in her head. She smacks his head if he tries to skimp

Lucan would cry when he reads about King Tut and his duckie tunic

This is Sage and Lucan when Sage finds him crying at his phone

Lucan unironically has a rubber duckie in the shower. Sage doesn't like how it stares at him so he turns it away when he's taking a shower

Tulsi has a list of home projects to do. In a modern!AU you know they all share a home but it's probably a crappy home and Tulsi doesn't wanna hire people to mess it up even more

They all get drunk/high and watch some supernatural or conspiracy theorist show. Sage and Lucan are both "THINK ABOUT IT," Balsam still retains the brain cell but is seriously considering it, Tulsi is questioning the probability of any of this even happening, Elowen is just there to watch the glowing lights

Elowen and Tulsi bond over space. They think it's cool as hell

Lucan watches Avatar: The Last Airbender and tries to imitate their fighting. Puppy wants to have cool powers

Tulsi wears Converse and only Converse

The boys in flannels.......shirtless underneath......mmmmmm

They adopt a cat! It's fat! It's orange! His name is Block! He loves to snuggle and eat!

Elowen would secretly baby talk to animals but only if no one was ever around and if anyone found out she'd kill them

I feel like Lucan has a good lullaby voice. He's good at having babies fall asleep. And he's so cute and calming and careful who wouldn't want him holding a baby?

Tulsi and Balsam are in the front row, switching between driving and passenger. Lucan is always in the middle row, and Elowen and Sage switch between middle and back. One of them always has to be behind Lucan tho cuz Elowen will mess with Sage and they will fight

Snuggle pile......it starts with just Sage in a sunny spot.......then Lucan joins...........then Elowen joins on top of Lucan.........and Balsam and Tulsi join just to chill but they're surrounded by their friends and family and it's sunny and.....their eyes start to droop..............zzzzz........

They can have my whole heart I love them so much

#last legacy #fictif #my writing #sage lesath #tulsi ain #balsam #does he have a last name? i dont think it was explicitly said #elowen de bhaldraithe #lucan de bhaldraithe #headcanons #fluff

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dhampiravidi · 9 months

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"I wish I could turn back time and fix everything, but I know it's too late for us." (Pogue and Jayn, just a lil heartbreaking au scenario <3)

Their first argument was over texting guys. Jayn knew how Kate had treated Pogue, so she knew what was going to happen when he asked about Stephen. Pogue had come to pick her up for a movie date, but he'd come 20 minutes earlier than planned. So, he overheard her talking to her friend when he came up the stairs. Jayn didn't even know Pogue was there because he hadn't texted. But she saw his face when she opened her door, thinking she'd meet him in the Danvers' front yard. Long story short, he was all butthurt and moody the rest of the day, even when she told him that she had been friends with guys since elementary school. Days later, she brought up the argument in front of their friends, saying that he was being dumb. Obviously, he was offended, and the two of them didn't speak up until Caleb reminded them that he, a guy, was Jayn's friend and that Pogue wasn't dumb to be suspicious, considering.

Their second argument started when Jayn realized that Pogue was keeping a secret from her. Days before their big fight, they'd been making out in her room, which was pretty common for them, given how physically affectionate they both tended to be. She'd slipped her hands underneath his shirt, trying to get it off, but he pinned her down instead, still kissing her neck. She giggled.

"POGUE--" Jayn cried, laugh turning into a moan as he kissed her neck. She carefully brought her thigh between his legs, knowing how he'd get impatient enough to try and ride her with his clothes on. He groaned and did as predicted. Fast-forward a minute or two, and he only had his shirt on. "I wanna see you--"

"No," Pogue said quickly. He tried to smirk, but she saw the lack of light in his eyes. "No, babygirl, you want me inside you, don't you?" She frowned, but it was really more of a pout.

"Something's wrong. I've seen you shirtless before. So...what's going on? Were you cursed or something?" She was being serious. If she came from a long lineage of different witches, there could be tons more out there. Pogue just huffed and started to get dressed. "Pogue?" He stayed quiet, standing to put on his shoes. "Pogue. Look at me, please--" She got up and went after him as he walked away. He opened the door, she closed it telekinetically.

"Open the door."

"No, talk to me."

"Open. The. Fucking. Door." His cold tone made her shiver, but she held her ground.

"No. Pogue, please--" She moved to take his hand and missed. He'd heard her coming and spun around, grabbing her wrist in his hand. Jayn always liked how strong, talented, and smooth his hands were, but that day she forgot about all that for a moment. He was breathing hard, squeezing her wrist so hard that..she thought he wanted to break it. "Stop, stop!" Her voice cracked, making his eyes widen. It was like he'd broken out of a trance, with how quickly genuine, deep sympathy turned his hazel eyes a puppy-dog brown color.

"I didn't mean t--" She just got under her covers and turned away from him, trying not to try. Did he do this to Kate? Do the guys know he gets like this? "Jaynie. Baby, I'm sorry."

She ended up telling Caleb what happened because he heard her crying through the shared wall of their rooms. It took him most of the day to figure it out. "Ask him if...if it's a bruise." He didn't say why. Jayn just wanted to know what would bother her boyfriend enough to keep him from having sex and to make him hurt her. So the next time she and Pogue were alone, she asked. He started crying right there in the middle of the park, and it was like he was drowning: he kept gasping for air, then choking, and the tears made his beautiful eyes look scared. She pulled him into a hug and didn't let go until he'd stopped sobbing.

The bruise was every color that skin shouldn't be, blotchy and sickly. It sat right on his ribs. And according to him, it was from his dad. Pogue explained that he came from conservative parents, who thought the magic inherited paternally was a blessing from Hell. His dad never Used, except for sometimes when he'd "discipline" Pogue and hit his wife. The guy was basically an asshole. It was so bad that Pogue used to teleport to Caleb's house on nights when his dad was in a bad mood.

So of course, Jayn went to Pogue's house. She quickly got into an argument with both of his parents, telling them that their son deserved better and that they were shitty people if they honestly thought it was okay to hurt him. Her anger made the lights flicker and the water sitting on the stove boiled. Mr. Parry tried to spit on her. She shoved him back with her Power, and the two had a fight that only ended once Pogue's mom called the police.

Pogue yelled at Jayn when he saw her standing in the jail cell, small cuts and bruises littering her body. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! What, were you gonna kill them? Fuck, Jay, this is why I didn't tell you--"

"Because you thought I'd be angry? Concerned?! HE COULD HAVE KILLED YOU BEFORE WE EVEN MET!" she screamed back.

His parents forbade him from seeing her. She knew because they said it in front of her, right as they were leaving with him. And he didn't fight it. They saw each other when their friends all got together, and they saw each other's numbers in the group chat, but they didn't text. They didn't go on dates. They didn't even "officially" break up. They just stopped trying. She withdrew her application to Harvard, which would've let her finish her master's in Boston instead of in Los Angeles, where she'd started college prior to getting her magic. The last time she saw Pogue was when Chase tried to kill all of them. She'd been the one who destroyed the already half-dead guy, disintegrating him with a burst of white light when he sunk his nails into Pogue's back.

"I wish I could turn back time and fix everything, but I know it's too late for us." That was the second-to-last sentence of the voicemail he'd left her. Most of it was just platonic, sticking to basic things like "It was great to meet you" and "Have a great rest of the year". His voice was trembling the whole time, but he stayed calm. And then there was his wish. Pogue's voice cracked on the word "know". He used to tell her how much he loved hearing her rant and ramble, even though so many others had found her to be annoying. She never really understood when he talked about a camshaft vs. a crankshaft, and yet she always asked lots of questions about his day. "I love you, Jay, s-so m-much." He'd ended it there, not wanting to record himself crying.

"A, 1 through 60," the flight attendant called.

Jayn got in line, pulling her carry-on behind her. She kept straining her ears, hoping to hear fast footsteps, faint yelling, a "Wait!"--something. But her life was not a rom-com. She was not a princess in a fairy tale. And Pogue wasn't hers anymore.

#jkw: thread #in—somnium #hello angst my old friend #tw: domestic abuse #domestic abuse tw #tw: abuse #abuse tw

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eclipsed-illustrations · 4 months

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Song of The King Part 3/3

So when Sully smirks and places a hand on Viktor's chest as the older devilkin’s smirk grows in excitement.

Because He has the boy right where he wants him.

"Tempting…” Sully whispers, drawing closer to Viktor, “how about first you teach me that spell? We discuss our business... and then..."

The words fade as Sully whispers something eldritch under his breath. Then, a shimmer runs across his body as, somewhere, a faint melody changes its key. In a moment the spy’s clothes shift from what he was previously wearing to a shirtless version. He lets the previous sentence hang, the unspoken promise settling in the air.

Needless to say this was not what Sully was supposed to be doing.

As a Whistleblower, it was Sully’s job to get close to suspects, monitor them, and report evidence of magical crimes to the Bastille. If Sully was to turn in Viktor Alfur, the Usurper Prince, that would be quite the respectable achievement.

The thing was, the Bastille didn’t really know Viktor was alive… much less that Sully was meeting with him… and employed by him.

Sully, you see, had disobeyed orders to chase a potential lead, an invitation. When he and several other people who had received the invitation were attacked… one of Viktor’s agents saved them.

And Viktor, as it turns out, was a very good person… He’d given Sully complete trust, privacy, even offered to help Sully find traces of his past… all while knowing who Sully really was.

And Sully had considered betraying him.

He can’t know. I can’t mess this up. I can’t fall apart in front of him. I can’t—

Viktor, without warning, gently begins to caress Sully’s chest. Drawing closer as his hand trails all the way down the boy’s stomach. He then… shifts his arms, pulling the younger devil kin into a gentle embrace, one hand caressing Sully’s neck and the other running across the small of his back.

The young soldier begins to tremble as the prince whispers so softly, his very voice is suddenly a bed Sully could fall into forever.

“It’s okay... I see you.”

Viktor smiles, brushing Sully’s bangs out of his face.

Sully really was handsome, especially for someone his age.

“I admire your fortitude, your self-control, but you don’t have to put yourself on a leash. It is not ‘Sully’ that I want... but ‘Soloman.’”

Viktor could almost feel the mask shatter. Good. Though more importantly it was what Sully needed to hear… regardless of his answer. Self-satisfied the ex-prince smirks.

"Although… I'll take either of their asses." Viktor says jokingly before returning both hands to the younger man’s shoulders and looking him up and down.

"Your move Songfi—."

Soloman grabs Viktor's jacket and trips him. The two devilkin land hard, the young soldier pinning the prince to the mat. Like a beast, the Soloman glares hungrily at the object of his desire, Viktor, licking his lips and grinning.

“You want me? Come and take me.”

Well… that was more aggressive than Viktor was expecting.

After a brief pause, Viktor laughs and returns the hungry look, unconcerned at his position. “Well… I'm certainly glad to have coaxed the real “you” out... but I hope you don't think you can actually control me.”

With dominating strength the violet devilkin flips the both of them over and pulls Soloman under him.

Though taken by surprise by Viktor’s sheer power Soloman’s training kicks in. He raises his legs, using momentum to flip the ex-prince off. Only to find himself back underneath the older man before even completing the maneuver.

After attempting several more maneuvers Soloman finds himself panting, his every single action countered with expert precision by the prince pinning him to the floor.

The ex-prince smirks, while Soloman certainly has been trained by the best of the best, Viktor has had just as much training and far more experience as the young soldier was now realizing.

Eventually after feeling his dominance has been asserted, Viktor grabs Soloman by his back, hoisting him up to a place where the younger man’s legs wrap around his waist before pinning the soldier into the wall.

As keen as Viktor is to spar with Soloman, he came here for something else.

For a long tender moment the two devilkin stare into each other’s eyes. While Soloman struggles to catch his breath, he has spent the past few hours training if you recall, Viktor lets out a smile before leaning in and kissing the younger man’s collar bone. Soloman lets out a gasp, his conqueror’s lips lovingly caressing his shoulder, then neck, before finally reaching his lips.

He finds that Viktor tastes just like sweet wine; strong, smooth, and warm.

Oh yeah, he could get used to that.

After a few minutes of tender yet passionate embracing, Viktor tilts his head slightly, breaking the connection before leaning forward.

His breath is hot and wet in Soloman’s ear, “Let's take this conversation somewhere a bit more... discreet why don't we?” Soloman’s new King whispers in that silky musical voice. “My private chambers, perhaps?”

Soloman swallows, catching his breath, then smirks.

"As if you had to ask."

-Fin

#original character #character art #character design #digital art #dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #tiefling #dnd art #bard #rogue #gay #original story #short story #gay story

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tb-gerschutz · 7 months

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Six

Word Count: 6,963

Trigger Warning(s): mild spice, cursing (if there was any cursing beforehand, I'm so sorry; in this chapter, the cursing is a lot more relevant), thoughts of murder, graphic depictions of violence

Summary: Anaysha and Oberyn get carried away with their relationship and continue to grow closer; meanwhile, Brandeth continues on a warpath toward getting what he wants.

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Night soon fell upon Dorne, which meant that I'd be once again sleeping away from my home. Wait...I'm not sure what home is anymore. I'm several miles away from the Iron Islands, and I'm hiding out in Dorne with the most dangerous man alive, who also turns out to be my lover that I agreed to a courtship with. God, my life is going in an unexpected way, but at least I'm happy with it. I'm away from my father and his hot-iron fist, so I guess I'm happy.

After getting changed into one of my evening nightgowns, I remained in the prince's sleeping chambers, sitting on the edge of his bed and awaiting for his arrival. What did the Red Viper have planned? What did he have up his sleeve? It's hard to tell, given his nature, but I'm willing to take the risk in finding it out.

He soon arrived into the room, sauntering in with a crooked smile on his face. Now, I knew almost definitely that he had a plan up his sleeve. But what did he want with me? The silent tension between us was building up rapidly to a point. A point that I knew damn well would result in something intensely intimate. As he locked eyes with me, he ran his index finger and thumb up and down his jaw, thinking to himself.

"What do I do with you?" he asked in a low toned voice, a corner of his mouth hooking upward. "What do I do with you?"

I gulped, hoping that the lump rising in my throat would go away. It didn't. It remained there as if it was rammed into my esophagus. "Hopefully, it isn't anything too rash."

He slithered over to me and grabbed me by the throat with his hand, being careful not to choke me. I knew he didn't have any ill intentions toward me when he clenched my throat in his hand, so I met his confidence with my bold cockiness.

"Oh, don't you worry, princess. What I'm about to do to you won't be too rash," he confidently said.

I ran my tongue along the inside of my mouth and remained paralyzed under the prince's grasp. Eventually, he let go of his grasp, and I took that opportunity to get up onto the bed. Turns out, doing this didn't help me escape what was about to go down. As if it all happened in a flash, I now saw the Red Viper standing at the foot of the bed, now shirtless. It was a different view, but it was one that I very much enjoyed.

"So this is how we're doing it? Your way?" I asked.

He climbed into the bed, hovering over top of me and establishing a dominance over me that I knew damn well that I would not overcome. Firmly, he pinned my wrists down, causing me to struggle—to no avail—within his grasp.

"You know damn well that it'll be done my way," he growled, "and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

After running his hand gently through my hair, he traced his fingers along my neck, sending me to new heights of pleasurable desire that I've so desperately craved. Craved from someone like the Red Viper. After a bit of time seemingly working me up, he aggressively connected his lips with mine, bringing me closer into him. He then didn't hesitate in planting a few kisses along multiple parts of my neck, making sure to leave something behind through bite marks that I'm sure would be stuck there for the longest time.

Let's just say after that, both of us got carried away.

And from that intimate moment onward, our relationship would change. It would change into something with more chemistry and more desire than before.

* * * * * *

I woke up the next morning, feeling quite a peculiar feeling. A feeling I classified as a simple soreness. Although most would consider this a terrible feeling, I thought of it as a trophy. A trophy that I didn't deserve but certainly didn't complain about receiving. Never in my eighteen years of life did I imagine sleeping with the Red Viper, but I'm glad that it happened.

I sat up, still thinking about what went down last night. Was it a good choice to make? Probably not in the right mind of many, but I considered it something I'll do over and over again despite it being against my better judgment. Eventually, the Dornish prince opened his eyes, waking up to a new day of romancing me.

"Was it everything you could've imagined, princess?" he asked smoothly.

"And good morning to you too, Your Highness," I responded, "and to answer your question, it was even better. If I could do it again, I wouldn't hesitate in saying yes."

He bit the inside of his cheek, holding back the crooked smile that he considered a default expression. "Don't you worry, princess. If at any point you ask to do that again, I will most certainly agree."

"And I'll do the same thing if you ask," I replied, "but let's hope that encounter from last night doesn't make me fall pregnant."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to become pregnant before marriage, nor am I ready for a child at this point in time," I answered. "Maybe in the future when I have a loving husband and a throne to sit upon, but not now. Not when I'm at war with my own father."

He nodded, seemingly accepting my reasoning. "That's understandable. But just know that if you ever ask about doing that again, I'll do it again. You hear me?"

"Of course," I said. "That's why I wore a chastity belt."

He snapped his head around, his expression changing rather quickly. Quicker than I could imagine. "You wore a chastity belt without telling me?"

"Well, yeah. Had to take the necessary precautions so I didn't end up pregnant out of wedlock."

"You know, others would use different, more cosmetic methods. Surely, your parents dabbled in that and told you about them," he said in his smooth, charming accent.

I gave him a stern look. "The last time my mother trusted any of those oils and cosmetic things, she ended up pregnant with my youngest sister Brealla. She's two, by the way."

His eyes widened. "Well, then. That clears up, doesn't it?"

"It sure does," I answered simply.

Eventually, he and I got up and got ready for what the day had planned for us. I had no plan for the course of today, and all that I knew for sure was that I would stay attached to the Dornish prince's hip. I would continue to be this way as we wandered the palace grounds once again. As I took in the warm, fresh air, I kept close to the Dornish prince, who would occasionally glance over at me and smile to himself.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked.

He glanced over at me, still smiling. "Can't I simply admire the beautiful desert flower that stands in my presence?"

I blushed and smiled, looking down at my feet and relenting to the prince's flirty compliments about me. "Please, Your Highness. I'm sure there's prettier women out there. After all, you're the prince who's fucked at least half of Westeros, and you should kn—"

"And you, princess, are the prettiest royal I have fucked," he said, using his index finger to my face to meet his gaze. "You will always be the prettiest royal I've fucked."

"Good to know I'm in your highest standards," I remarked.

We continued on our way as we made another round of the large palace grounds, matching each other's steps and pace almost perfectly. But throughout this outing, my mind soon waged civil war within itself.

Am I making the right choice?

Am I in my right mind?

I was really self-doubting myself over my relationship with the Red Viper. Was I thinking straight when agreeing to such a courtship? Of course I was! I'm sure my father didn't think the same, but I know damn well that I made the right choice. Even when the Dornish prince absolutely railed me last night.

"Sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but we have a bit of a problem," one of the Dornish servants said, catching his breath from the sprinting he had to do to get here.

The prince turned toward the servant and away from me. "What sort of problem?"

"Those Lannister men, the ones who are serving as your aides...they're talking bullshit about you and Her Royal Highness here," the servant relayed.

The prince's eyes furrowed, and his eyes immediately became filled with an internal flame of rage. I quivered in fear, knowing that I might get caught in this prowling glare of his. I didn't want to fall victim to his quiet rage, nor did anyone else, I'd imagine. I understood that he was the most feared man this realm had to offer, and being anywhere within his range during one of his "moments" would simply be a death sentence.

"What sort of bullshit are they saying?" the prince asked in an angry tone.

"The sort of hogwash that I can't repeat out in the open."

The Red Viper glanced over at me and firmly grasped onto my wrist. Oh God, I thought. I'm dead. Surely, I'm dead.

"Come on. I'll show you what happens to dolts like them," he said, practically dragging me away to where these men were.

I'm not sure why the prince had to force me to go with him. He most likely knows, by now, that I'll willingly go with him anywhere he goes. I'm practically attached to his hip by now. I'm basically one of his bitches. But I'm confident that I'm the bitch that'll be in it for the long run with him.

Turns out, the Lannister men who were bad mouthing me and the Dornish prince were relaxing in one of the sitting rooms, romancing the paramours that the Red Viper dismissed—and, in turn, I made them handmaidens so that they weren't completely helpless. That's the graciousness and mercy in me. But I can't say that the Dornish prince had the same when he finally came face-to-face with these men. As soon as he laid his venomous eyes upon them, I knew that the Lannister dolts were definitely in for it.

"Surprised to see you here," one of the Lannister men said.

"What did you expect? You're in my palace," the prince responded passive-aggressively.

"And why do we have the Red Viper himself looming over us?" another one of the men asked.

The prince glanced over at me and turned back to the men, while I remained a good distance away. Good enough to see and hear the action, but far enough away that I don't get caught in the crossfire of his rage.

"Word has it that you're talking bullshit about me and my lover," the prince sneered while taking a quick glance over to me.

The men erupted in laughter, and I knew that doing that was a mistake. A mistake that would result in them either getting hurt or worse...killed.

"Who, her? I'm sorry to break it to you, Your Highness, but she seems too good to be true. I mean, how else can a girl be so beautiful yet completely unbearable at the same time?" one of the men remarked.

As the men laughed, the Red Viper's eyes soon turned predatorial, as they laid their gaze upon their next victims. The Dornish prince had had enough of what they were doing, making it abundantly clear that no one was to threaten his lover.

"Do you know why the world hates Lannisters like you?" he sneered. "You think you're gold lions, and being a golden lion makes you untouchable."

The prince slowly crept closer to one of the Lannister men, looking more fierce and frightening than ever. "But can I tell you a secret? You're not a golden lion. Not even close to it. You're just a mud-brained little mouse who is far too slow on the draw."

The two stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity—even though it was only for a few seconds. I kept my eyes glued on the situation, awaiting for the moment that the Red Viper would finally lose it and go ballistic. Even though I had never witnessed it before, I was intrigued to see how far he'd go in this quiet rage of his. Waiting for that moment was God awful, I know, but it was like watching a terrible accident unfold right in front of your own eyes. It's awful, but you just can't look away.

The ringleader of the Lannister men tried to pull out his sword, but the Red Viper was too quick. Swiftly, he pulled out a small dagger that he kept on his person and drove it forcefully into the man's wrist, spilling a lot of blood and causing the man to scream out in pain.

"Your longsword is a poor choice in close proximity. Next time, consider a weapon more suitable for close combat," the prince sneered with malevolent delight. "Your friend seems to be bleeding quite a lot, I'm afraid. So many veins in the wrist."

The Lannister ringleader kept crying out in absolutely agony, which didn't phase me one bit. I'd seen much worse than this. This was nothing.

"He'll live if you get him help right away," the prince sneered. "Otherwise, we'll have another corpse cluttering the ground we walk on."

He then took a quick glance at me and turned back to the Lannister ringleader, debating on whether or not it was worth it to chop his hand off. "Let's hope you've learned your lesson...because if I catch wind of you or your men insulting me or especially my lover, then this dagger will be driven in a different place other than your wrist."

As quickly as he started, the Dornish prince ripped the dagger out and allowed the Lannister men to run for their lives. I remained paralyzed in shock and fear, not being able to look at the Red Viper the same way after this moment. But I still trusted the Dornish prince more than my own father, so I dared to make my way toward him as he finally decided to clean the blood off his dagger.

"I can get that," I said, offering to polish it like new.

He raised one eyebrow as one corner of his mouth hooked upward. "Are you sure?"

I shrugged. "Of course. I've polished sharper back home, so I have lots of experience."

"Fine. Just be careful."

I carefully took the dagger from the prince's hands and started to carefully wipe off the blood. I had the intent on making it completely spotless and shiny for the prince, which wasn't too far out of my wheelhouse. I was forced to polish swords and make them spotless since my father didn't give enough of a damn to. As I wiped the red piece of cloth over the blade, I can't help but allow the dark, intrusive thoughts enter my head.

What if my father was dead?

What if I killed him? Surely, everything would be better if my father was killed.

The truth is...if my father is killed, everything wouldn't be better right away. Even if I decided to give into the darker side of me, nothing would be resolved right away. I'd have to wait for everything to settle before I even think about trying to move on. And moving on might be harder than I think.

"Here you go," I proudly declared, as I handed back the dagger to the Red Viper. "All shiny and good as new for you."

I proudly smiled, hoping the prince would take notice. He carefully examined every part of the dagger, his head bobbing up and down once in a while as he became even more impressed with what I just did.

"How did you manage to get this so—so beautiful and shiny so quickly?" he asked.

I shrugged, the corners of my mouth hooking upward. "You get better at something the more you do it."

"So I should ruin you more often then?"

"I mean, if you want to. I made a promise saying that I'd gladly accept if you asked," I said, biting the inside of my cheek and fighting the urge to agree. "Not now, though. Not after that whole fiasco."

Out of impulse, I gave the Red Viper a quick kiss on the cheek. What was I thinking? Why did I do that?

"Surely, you'll be able to find me in the water gardens shortly," I said in a hushed voice. It wasn't quite a whisper, but it wasn't in my normal tone of voice.

"Oh. Of course, I will, princess," he said with a wickedly confident grin. "I always do."

I was very keen on the idea that the Red Viper would play the hunter in a calm game of cat-and-mouse, as it'd allow me to have a little fun with him. It'd give me a chance to unlock a new side to him. A new side that I never once unlocked fully so far. I've seen bits and pieces of it—the gentleness, the genuinity, the protectiveness, but I never tapped into that full-fledged side just yet.

When I finally came across the water gardens, I tried to find peace. The calm in the storm. The tranquility amidst chaos. What just happened with the prince of Dorne and the Lannister men had riddled me. Not as bad as what I'd experienced at the Iron Islands, but it definitely subjected me to see the quiet rage that the Red Viper was known for.

After eventually finding one of the multiple fountains, I sat down on the edge of it, debating on whether or not the people here tossed coins into it. I understood that in typical Iron Islands culture, you'd toss a coin into a fountain—any fountain you saw. Then, you'd hope for the manifestation to kick in and grant you more riches than you tossed in.

In hopes that I'd find sanity within chaos, I closed my eyes and allowed my conscious mind to drift off into another reality. If I allowed myself to think about a dream—a dream situation that I'd remember for the rest of my life—then maybe, maybe I'd clearly forget about the insanity I witnessed. But in order to do so, I had to convince myself that it didn't debilitate me...and that would be hard to do within itself.

I was already indulged in a few minutes of peace and quiet and in quite the deep daze when I felt a rough, calloused hand trace itself along my back. That's when I was jolted out of the daze rather quickly and jumped. But when I turned around to find who it was, it was none other than the Red Viper himself.

"How'd I know it was you?" I commented with a smile.

"Because I'm the only one who's allowed to touch every square inch of you without getting ridiculed," he said with such smoothness and grace.

I raised one of my eyebrows. "You're my lover. I sure hope you take full gentle advantage of putting your hands on me."

He offered his hand to me, which I gladly took without any hesitation. I continued to hold onto it tightly, showing him that for the moment, I had trusted him.

"You must be frightened of me after what happened," he commented.

I gave him a confused look as we continued to cover ground. "Why would I be?"

"I would think that after seeing me drive a dagger through a man's wrist, you'd be horrified to ever be near me," he assumed.

I placed an assuring hand on his shoulder. "Trust me, Your Highness. I've seen much worse back home."

"Worse?" the prince questioned in complete shock.

"Yes. Much worse," I responded. "I've seen heads chopped cleanly off shoulders. I've seen bodies drop like flies numerous times a day."

The prince laid his eyes upon me after hearing that. "How many times a day exactly?"

"It's hard telling, Your Highness. I'd guess at least one or two—maybe three—every couple days. I lost count after the first couple," I replied somberly. "My father thought that his word was the only word that was allowed to be accepted. No one else had a voice but him. And because of all these servants, knights, and everyone below him speaking up, he killed them. Almost killed me too for condoning a relationship with you, and I would've died if I didn't escape when I did."

"Thankfully, you did manage to do that," he said.

He made us stop dead in our tracks, and I made damn sure that my dress—my flowy, brightly colored dress that I was gifted while I spent my time in Dorne—wouldn't get caught under my feet or the prince's feet, for that matter. It was such a beautiful dress, and I didn't want to stupidly ruin it because of my mistakes.

In an act that completely surprised me, he leaned in close to me, laying his hands on both sides of my waist in a gentle manner. He softly placed a kiss on my earlobe, then a kiss to the left side of my jawline. My anticipation for a possibly memorable moment was building up rather quickly, and my heart was beating so loudly that I could feel the consistent beats in my throat.

The prince then placed a soft kiss on my left cheek, still being as gentle as he could. He once again locked eyes with me, looking down at—what I assumed were—my lips and back up to my eyes. While he leaned in close, I prepared for what might happen next. A moment that I hoped would be imprinted into my brain forever.

But I was wrong about his next moves.

His forehead and mine collided lightly with one another, our minds focused on each other. As I closed my eyes and imagined what was in front of me, I let out a shaky breath and allowed the electric touch from the Red Viper to course through my veins and riddle my bones.

"Patience, princess," he whispered quietly, using his voice to cut the silence in the atmosphere.

We parted ways with one another, but our staredown lingered for a few moments afterward. I desperately wanted him—desired him—after what happened, but it seems as though he didn't want it to happen. He was teasing me with his romantic gestures, which is something I didn't particularly like. But I let it go because I knew that he'd make it up later on.

"Follow me. I have something for you," the prince said.

Of course, I followed him, eager to find out what he had in store for me. I hoped that it wasn't anything too rash, but then again, I can't exactly get dead set on anything. He's an unpredictable prince who has quite the temper that he can tap into within seconds, so I can't exactly trust his word yet. Not yet, at least.

* * * * * *

I carefully followed the Red Viper back into the palace, where he then proceeded to pull out a special chest that I had no idea where it came from. It must've been in a place that I dared not look, for I'd tap into the Viper's short-fused rage. Something I don't want to happen at this particular moment.

When I finally found out what was in the boxes, I was completely shaken—in the best way possible, of course. More dresses. I have a larger wardrobe here on Dorne than I ever did back home...and that's all thanks to the Red Viper's unexpected, golden heart.

"You didn't have to get me these," I told the prince, who was crookedly smirking.

"Of course I did. You're my lover. I have to spoil you every chance I get," he commented.

I tried on every single dress, showing them off to the Viper. With each dress I showed off, he smirked with, once again, his default crooked smile that he loves so much.

"No matter what garment you have on, you'll always be that beautiful desert flower to me," he complimented, "and you cannot convince me otherwise."

I blushed, reflecting the same crooked smile he had on his face. "Thank you. I appreciate that, Your Highness."

He then changed the subject to something that I never once revealed to him. "You know, you can call me by my actual name. I don't mean to be a pest, but why haven't you done so yet?"

I emerged from changing into my initial dress and remained stunned in my place. I was hesitant to answer a personal question to someone that I hadn't known for even a full year, but I felt I was obligated to.

"It's quite the touchy subject, Your Highness. Forgive me if I'm a bit reluctant in answering it," I responded in a reserved tone.

"I won't judge. I won't ever judge. I promise," he promised.

I sighed and started in on quite the lengthy explanation:

"When I first escaped to Dorne, I considered you a stranger. A stranger that I barely trusted because of your ruthless nature. Throughout my time here, I felt obligated to trust you because you were the only I knew in this kingdom...and you were the one I'd written letters to, for the Seven's sake. So now, I haven't brought myself to fully trust you yet, but I promise that I will someday. I will genuinely trust you someday. And when that moment comes and I give you some genuine affection through physical and intimate touch, then that's when you now know that I trust you with my life."

He rested his hand on his temple and didn't speak a word for a long time after that. Did I strike a nerve? No, I thought. If I would've struck a nerve, then he would've unleashed hell on me by now. What was going on in that convoluted yet beautiful head of his?

"I'm sorry if I don't trust you fully yet. I ju–" I started.

"Don't worry about it, princess. I understand," the Red Viper interrupted, again with his charming accent. "You were forced to escape to a place that gives you sanctuary and interact with strangers you've never met before. It's a difficult situation to pull yourself out of. I'm not going to judge you for trying to cope through a situation that was far out of your control. I'll never do that."

Once again, I stared deeply into his dark, venomous eyes while he stared directly into mine. Sure, I was afraid of those eyes, but that was because it was what many saw before they died at the hands of a viper. Personally, I wasn't afraid of these eyes because I'm a stronger person than most...but I can't say the same thing for people like my own father.

My father always feared the Red Viper of Dorne. Ever since he first heard of the prestigious Martell name mentioned, his blood would run a new kind of cold. A type of cold that probably made him into the ruthless monster that he is today. Throughout the years, my father would always tell us that the Red Viper was someone to avoid at all costs, mainly because of all the men he's killed in his path.

But being the villain my father is, he left out key details about the other side of the Dornish prince in the hopes that he'd brainwash his kids into thinking like him—a cruel, iron-fisted beast that I wished I never had any association with.

The prince had managed to convince me to go out onto one of the palace's balconies that overlooked the water gardens with him, which—as it turns out—was another great idea he had because it allowed me to take in new sightings again. It evidently forced me to let go of all the negative thoughts that were circling in my brain in a relatively peaceful way.

"I do have to apologize, Your Highness," I said.

He turned his head as if it was on a swivel. "What for? You have nothing to apologize for."

"Yes I do," I said. "I know what you've faced. The tragic fires that you were forced to walk through."

His eyes softened. "You know about that?"

I gave him the same sympathetic eyes. "Of course I do."

I inhaled sharply, careful not to strike a nerve that couldn't be repaired. "Your older sister Elia was raped and murdered by someone so deep in darkness that they gave up trying to climb out. Gregor Clegane, known simply as 'The Mountain'...that was his name. It's a shame what happened to her. She would've been such a lovely person to meet. So gentle, so kind—"

"A little bit like you," the prince finally interrupted. "Gentle, kind, full of mercy...she was an angel. An angel taken from us too soon."

I placed my hand on top of his, tracing my thumb across his as a sign of comfort. "She sounded like a lovely person."

"She was. She was the best big sister anyone could have," the prince said.

Silence quickly fell between us, as I struggled with what I was going to say next. How could I make this situation less blue than it already was?

"If it makes you feel better, Your Highness, I managed to trace my family lineage back more," I commented, "and I have some interesting findings."

I had the privileged opportunity to see the prince's eyes light up again, which warmed my heart greatly.

"Really?" he asked, quickly becoming intrigued with what I had to say.

"My family line...it isn't all that pure. My aunt Katryna—my father's older sister—is a bastard daughter. She was born while my parents were still engaged. Two weeks before their wedding, as a matter-of-fact. And one of my cousins on my mother's side...she's a bastard daughter too. I don't know how many more bastards are in my family line, but I'm sure there's more," I revealed. "Also found out that I have more Targaryens and Lannisters in my family line than I thought I did."

He raised an eyebrow but still wanted to hear more. "How many more are we mentioning?"

"A lot," I said. "A bunch of my aunts and uncles married Lannisters or Targaryens. My great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents are also Lannisters and or Targaryens. Hell, my older brother Crodell...his fiancee is a Targaryen."

"Which Targaryen?" he quickly questioned.

"Minella, daughter of Hayana Netley and Davios Targaryen. Last I heard, they were living in Casterly Rock, I believe."

He nodded slowly, acknowledging the revelation about my family line. "So you don't know much about them?"

"No. I haven't spoken a word to most of my family in a long time. Sabas Targaryen and his family were the closest thing to my family since I escaped," I answered. "Maybe it's for the best. I want nothing to do with my father, nor do I feel the need to speak to him. And even if I did, I'd have to use everything in my power and more to resist strangling him to death."

He chuckled. "You're not the only one who wants to kill your father."

"Who says I want to kill my father?" I said. "I only want him dead. In fact, he should be dead after what he put me through."

"You can't hang onto that forever," the prince commented.

I turned my head to look at the Dornish prince dead-straight into his eyes. "No, but I will hang onto it until I finally face him. Only then will he finally get what he deserves. Hell."

The prince chuckled, his dimples overtaking his cheeks. He was chuckling and smiling so much that I saw his shining, pure white teeth for the first time. Through the relatively short time that I've known him, this was the first time that I saw him genuinely smile. Not the default, crooked smirk he gives me, though I won't complain if I see that over and over again. It definitely warmed my heart just to see that I somehow made the most dangerous and feared man throughout this realm smile a genuinely real smile.

"I like how my dark side rubbed off on you," he snarled in a quiet yet non-threatening tone. I considered it quite the menacing tone, like he always has with his accent.

"Rubbed off? Oh no, Your Highness. I've always had a dark side," I added. "I just never realized I had one until I met you."

He once again chuckled to himself. "You're definitely something, princess. I don't know what yet, but there's definitely something about you."

I tried to formulate a response, but nothing that made sense came to mind. So I remained silent, basking in the compliment that the prince paid to me.

"In all seriousness, Your Highness, I'm terribly frightened," I revealed. "Not of you, but of my father."

"What about him?" he asked.

"I fear that he's going to bring Dorne to ruin. Mainly reduce it to a heaping pile of ash and despair," I commented. "Dorne is such a beautiful place, with such a beautiful culture. I'd hate to see it ruined by a sickening greed and power that my father possesses."

Once again, his eyes softened as if he took a strong, emotional hit. It was like his heart had shattered over the brutal realization that there is someone so evil—so incredibly cruel and heartless—that wants to destroy anyone and anything in their warpath.

"I don't want all of this ruined either," the prince finally commented. "Nor do I want you dead either."

Those words soothed me into thinking that everything was going to turn out fine in the end. Right now, however, it didn't seem to turn out that way. I only tolerated it because the Red Viper was here, trying to make me not lose my cool and venture off to fulfill my wish. I wanted my father dead. That was the truth.

But part of me is begging me to repair that relationship. The relationship that is, right now, burnt to a crisp. I wanted to repair that relationship with my family, I did...but what about the Red Viper? What would he think if I mentioned one bit of it? I prayed that he would take it well without lashing out, but then again...I couldn't rely on a set type of scenario.

"I have to be honest with you, Your Highness. I want to be able to repair the relationships with my family," I revealed.

He turned his head relatively slowly. "Oh, of course. I agree," he said. "You should be able to repair that relationship with your family. Trust me. It was hard enough when I repaired the relationship with my own brother after a falling-out some time ago."

"But in order for me to repair those relationships with my family, I'd have to go back home and face my fears about that place," I added somberly.

A brief silence cut through the atmosphere like the sharpest knife known to man. I definitely hit a nerve when I told the Dornish prince one of the wishes that I held close to me. But I had to do this in order to repair my life. I had to make myself safe and not live in fear anymore.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," I started. "I just want what's best for—"

"Don't apologize," the Red Viper interrupted. "You've been through a rough life so far. A life filled with the purest and angriest hell imaginable. No one—no one with a sensible mind—should be forced through that, especially not someone like you. And I pray that someday, you'll be able to abolish that hell you went through and strongly take back control from that bane to society known as your father."

I parted my mouth open slightly as if to speak my next words, but nothing was coming to mind. "How about we forge an agreement?"

"An agreement?" he asked. "What kind of such do you have in mind? A formal one with documentation?"

"More like something informal," I responded. "A promise, if you will."

He allowed a sly, menacing grin to emerge across the lower half of his face. "A promise? I like the sound of that."

"I won't leave to try and repair those relationships until whatever the hell is going on with my father boils over," I said, being heartfelt with my promise. "I'll stay here with you through the hell we're embroiled in, but once the dust settles, I'll go back home and repair those relationships."

"If you do that, will you ever come back?" he asked.

I placed my hand on his cheek, feeling his strong jawline. "Of course, I will. Cross my heart, I'll come back to you."

He placed his hand on top of mine, sharing yet another intimate moment together. I knew that I didn't want to leave until I was ready to, and the Dornish prince was the best bet I had in getting the best protection from my father possible. Judging by his eyes, I could assume that he genuinely didn't want me to leave him. I meant something to him. I don't know what it is, but he sure means something to me.

* * * * * *

BRANDETH

What can you expect from a monster like me? Cruelty? Brutality? Absolutely no drop of remorse whatsoever? Well, here's the truth. I'm not a monster. I'm not! I know my dreaded daughter Anaysha might think I am, but I'm not! I'm just trying to do what's best in keeping my family—including Anaysha—safe. To be truthfully honest, if my daughter was a lot more obedient and resorted to just taking my word for everything, then we wouldn't be in the mess that we're in now.

I had just finished a meeting with the highest-ranked officials in my military, ordering them to prepare as if we're going into imminent war. We weren't going into war right away, but I wanted my troops to be built up and prepared just in case it came up sooner than expected. My mind had immediately shifted to Crodell and his apparent knowledge about Anaysha at Sabas Targaryen's wedding, so I wasn't thinking about military operations much post-meeting.

"Crodell Timos Sparr!" I bellowed. "Get in here this instant!"

I waited in the conference hall for only about a minute before my eldest child came bolting into the room. Huge beads of sweat formed along his forehead, and his breath was labored as if he had sprinted his hardest to arrive here.

"You—you wanted—to see me?" he questioned through gasps of air.

"I did," I confirmed, holding out my hand to point to an empty seat. "Have a seat."

My son, hesitant at first, took the seat and seemingly relaxed his nerves rather quickly. But I saw right through his facade and noticed his anxiety hidden beneath. It riddled him, but somehow—some way—he managed to remain strong under the immense pressure. That's my boy!

"I wanted to learn more about what you saw at your cousin's wedding," I said, pressuring my son.

He raised his eyebrow in confusion. "What more do you want, Father? I gave you every detail I knew."

I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a difficult fight. "I want to know if you really saw your sister there with Oberyn Martell or if you're—"

"If I'm what, Father? Lying to you!?" my son erupted, standing up aggressively. "You know that I won't lie to you. Hell, I don't have the time, nor the energy, to even consider it! If you haven't noticed, I'm busy working on preparations for my wedding to Minella Targaryen. You know, because you said that I had to marry either a Lannister or a Targaryen to keep the bloodline pure even though it's far from that!"

"Don't say that!" I shouted back.

"Why not? I'm only speaking of the truth," my son screamed.

I slammed my fist into the table and got into Crodell's face. Both of our stares were serious and menacing, not breaking contact in the slightest. My son—my own son—was standing up to me. A huge mistake, in my opinion. I didn't want to have to fulfill my own moral code by killing off the heir to the throne. Then, who will inherit it? I also didn't want to be called out as a hypocrite by my flesh and blood. That is not what I want as a villain!

"Do you want to end up like your sister!?" I shouted.

My son then dared to speak back against me. "I'll take my chances," he snarled, puffing his chest and preparing for a fight.

Of course, I didn't follow through with my threat to him, mainly because he was the heir to the throne. I couldn't kill off my eldest son and leave the throne open for any of my other children. They're far too young to handle the responsibilities of being on the throne.

Instead, I have to set my sights on a bigger threat. A threat that I deem more powerful and dangerous than I originally thought. The threat that has someone dangerous in its back pocket and can utilize it at any point in time. The kind that has me thinking that someone so underrated—someone you didn't expect to be this way—can be so dangerous.

And I have come to realize—again—one thing when thinking about this dangerous threat, which is:

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...

...and that threat—that fury—is none other than my own daughter...

Anaysha.

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legendaryoikawa · 3 years

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while we’re young / suna rintarou

a valentines day collab hosted by @prettysetterbaby

synopsis: your self proclaimed unromantic boyfriend is eating you hard on his bed full of roses and jhene aiko blasting on his busted speakers.

this was made the last minute and i forgot to post this yesterday because i was asleep the whole valentines day lmao. also thank u to @godjo for helping me with my trashy writing skills HAHA ur the mvp bitch

minors dni (i dont want to go to jail istg 🦧)

"where are you bringing me this valentines?" you asked while struggling to carry out the huge heart plastic containers he gave filled with melted chocolates that looked ransacked.

"to my room," he replied shortly.

his back hunched as he glided down the school's marble hallway as if it's his own walkway.

"i'm sorry, what?” you exasperated.

you somewhat expected a fine dinner cuisine with him in a bow but his lack of preparedness as evidenced by the melted chocolates he managed to steal from the school's stalls and withered flowers that you immediately threw away)

you shouldn't be expecting so much. what you should so, is mediocrity.

he dragged his words as if he was talking to a toddler who's throwing a tantrum,

"i said... in my room.. do you not understand baby girl?" (

“excuse me suna? but in your bedroom... valentines?” you scoffed. disbelief painted on your face

“do you want me to spell it out for you, doll?”

suna gave you a benovelent smile imbued with smoldering intensity that makes your guts churn with both lust and chaos.

you rolled your eyes. sarcasm evident on your tongue as you said, "you are so romantic."

his lips drawled out stinging satire, “oh love, trust me. i am romantic even without trying.”

you roll your eyes, “aight, bet.”

he glanced behind his shoulder. his slitted eyes staring down on your orbs, deep and feline.

"but my dick is,” his words were dangling in the air leaving you there with an open mouth.

the students around you gave the same astonished look as yours but he gave no fuck at all.

smirking he turns around once again as he made sure his tone is higher than his usual.

“cum on brat.”

and that brat that is you chased him all the way down to his honda covic.

suna rintarou is not romantic. but he definitely made you cum in all possible position in his room. that valentines day.

NSFW AHEAD

you couldn’t contain yourself, especially when all he does was to tease you all the way down the corridor.

albeit harmless was his banters, but it definitely left you with oozing discharge and a sticky thigh— and sexual frustration if you could draw it out clearly.

“you know what?” you gritted in frustration when his fingers played with your clothed sex.

you found that gesture hot especially when his other arm was busy with yours and his other maneuvering the wheel with such suaveness

he looked at you smugly, “what?”

you moaned and laid your head on the headrest, eyes rolling back, “fuck you.”

“i will,” he said lackadaisically. his fingers elegantly made its way onto your damp clothed clit.

you widened up your legs in response and lifting up your hips to maximize the friction— you were growing too impatient and it send delight to suna rintarou.

“look at the brat who’s whimpering for my fingers?” he teased, playfully lifting his fingers only to jab it down to your clit again

“screw you and your dick suna,” you glared while trying to catch your breath from the supposed climax but he decides to pull his hands away to drive with two hands on the stirring wheel

“edging makes the dream work, brat.”

he parked his car haphazardly on his driveway. like a fucked parking and he didn’t even tried to fix it up

“you’re trying to get ticketed aren’t you?” you exhaled and looked at him with in hazy

he makes a contemplating face—one brow up, eyes boring into yours, lips pinned together then switched up into something like a snicker

“you’ll be paying for it.”

“excuse me?”

“happy valentines brat.”

you gasped in disbelief as he climbed out of his car and leaving you there alone, not even bothering to open up the door for you

he really is taking up feminism to a while new level and chivalry isn’t part of his vocabulary

you dragged yourself and closed his door with a bang.

only if you weren’t so needy and you would definitely leave suna’s ass without second doubt.

but priorities first and your pussy is throbbing at the moment and it makes you downright annoyed

glaring, you entered his apartment.

nothing usual— his psp laid there untouched with unorganized wires all around the console, an ashtray with few marlboro butts about one a nd a half inches, his sofa was not made, the pearl bracelet you gave him sat on the center table along with his other trinkets

you squinted when you felt the thin walls vibrate, he played a song with heavy bass and calm beat and soothing vocals

ah, you remembered how you mentioned jhene aiko to him one time.

you didn’t felt his looming presence from behind and his voice startled the soul out of you

“im not good at talking so go in the room,” he marches away and you weren’t able to see it through but he was completely shirtless.

you had to squint (due to his poor overhead lights) to see his trapezius bulging out whenever he flex his shoulders.

“fuck it come here, I don’t have all day,” he dragged you away and you were shocked to see the scene unfolding fast

it wasnt the ideal setting but the fact that he attempted to present you a bed of roses with candlelights standing in line on the headboard (you suppose were from his cupboard) instantly sent intense feeling bubbling in your chest cavity

he hates all of these but he pulled it off just as you liked

you turned to him, wrapping your arms on his neck

“i never thought you’d be this romance maniac?”

he raised a brow, “ive had enough of your bullshit,” he pushed your body on his bed, roses flying over your frame as he climbed over you, “let get down to the serious business.”

he started sloppily,

his hands were gropping you in all directions lazily, not that you mind much especially when a hotheaded cocky bastard is leading you on and keeps calling you a brat

his tongue teased your lower lip while his hand groped the curvature of your breasts

you let out a quiet whimper while trying to grind onto him as he was taking too much of his sweet time into tormeting you

he sighs after being content with your lips

he crawls down and lifted your skirt

oh.

“consider this as a consolation from the wrecked chocolates a while ago, atsumu was dumb for sitting on ‘em”

you couldn’t form any coherent words especially when he’s down there breathing onto your pulsing sex

he grins upon the sight of your face—mixture of frustration and needy

he burried his face onto yours, licking the same damp spot he was playing with in the car a while back

you threw your head back, burrying your face into his pillows upon the sensation you felt from his tongue

you tugged on the underware and it just made you nothing but slicker with desire

“why the rush brat?”

you replied with a shaky voice, “I thought you don’t have all day?”

“when did i start being so serious with my words?” he pulled the fabric down. “you should’ve known now that when it comes to your cunt, im always free.”

his mouth returned to your pussy but this time with raging intensity it made you moan out loud

his tongue swirled onto your clit, his nose brushing against your slick folds

he lifted one leg onto his shoulders and continued on with his business

his tongue licked circles, pushed into yours while his hands worked their way from behind, massaging your ass and thighs tenderly

he ate you out slowly with intensity it made you crazy

your vision became blurry as the growing sensation deep down your pit started to plummet

the shock from his tongue made you dizzy but nevertheless he continued on, smirking occasionally upon the sight of you gripping his sheets and squirming

“that was crazy,” you began as you recollected yourself from your high

suna pulled a gold foil from his back pockets

“yeah, and we were just getting started.”

happy late valentines yall!!

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msmarvelouswinchester · 3 years

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Ever Been In The Backseat?

Summary - Your fantasy involving a certain green-eyed actor, yourself and a certain classic, black car comes true.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Warning - Smut 18+, Unprotected sex (y'all are better than that), Oral sex (fem receiving), bearded!jensen, fluff, a little mention of Dom!Jensen (this fic really got out of my hand), just pure filth, PWP.

Word Count - 1890

Square Filled - Shirtless!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo )

Written for @anaelsbrunette's Yas 20th Birthday Bash. HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE YAS! Hope you like this <3<3 Prompt is in bold.

I blame this fic idea entirely on @jawritter but I don't think she is sorry, neither am I.

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons. Before writing this, I went through her fic "The One With Baby" to get an idea of the smut so she deserves a double shoutout!

I love the Ackles fam but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is not married to Danneel. This is only a work of fiction.

All the adult stuff is mentioned under the cut. So if you're under 18, DO NOT read any further!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Looking up from your book, you realized the house was incredibly quiet. This was very unusual considering your husband was home. Normally you could hear his deep voice from his office on the other side of the hall or hear him strumming his guitar, humming along to an unknown song, but today the house was quiet and Jensen was nowhere to be found.

As if on cue, your four legged, fur baby walked into the room. Putting aside the book in your hand, you extended your arms to beckon the dog.

“Where's Dad?” You asked him as the German Shepherd walked up to you, wagging his tail. The dog tilted his head, looking up at you. “Even you don't know, huh?” You got up from your seat, kneeling down in front of the dog and gently patted his head. “Come on. Let's go find him.”

Noticing the door to the garage was open, you went in. Since the arrival of Dean’s beloved Impala, Jensen had been spending an ungodly amount of time in there, repairing and oiling the parts of the classic car and right now, the said actor was standing there in front of Baby with hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork.

Smacking your lips, you let your eyes roam over his body, taking in how his jeans clung low on his hips, the black shirt fitting his toned body perfectly, his piece of flannel lay abandoned on the garage floor. Your lips parted, a small sigh leaving them as Jensen's hand went up to his face, scratching his scruffy beard. You shivered ever so lightly at the memory of last night - the sweet burn of that beard you had felt as his sinful mouth was devouring you. The thought itself made a light blush creep up your neck, but you gathered yourself and asked, “How long have you been down here, Mr. Ackles?”

“Hey.” Jensen looked up at your words, smiling when he saw you. “Kinda lost track of time. Miss me already?”

“Mhm.” You slowly approached the man. Pecking his lips, you asked, “Is she all set for a ride?”

“Oh you bet she is.” Jensen smirked, quickly catching on to your innuendo. You let your eyes travel south of his body as he bent over to pick up a rag cloth and his black shirt rode up a little, giving you a glimpse of his stomach. Your mind instantly ran wild with thoughts involving a certain green eyed man and you in the backseat of a certain black car.

“Eyes up here, missus.” Jensen's voice pulled you out of your explicit thoughts and your eyes snapped up to meet with his green ones. Cleaning his hands, he threw the rag on the floor. “So what brought you down here, sweetheart?” He husked.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his pet name for you. Very often, you had noticed that the thin line between the actor and character had started getting blurred even when Jensen was home - this was one of those times.

“You look very….Dean, you know.” You said, ignoring his question, “Except this.” You touched his bearded face to emphasise your words. Jensen made quick work of shutting the hood before looking at you again.

“You didn't seem to mind it last night when you were begging me for more.” His lips tugged up in a smirk. “I bet you are thinking about it right now, aren't ya?”

‘Fuck, how did he know?’ You wondered, but all your rational thoughts flew out of the window when he took your hand in his, entangling his fingers with yours. Jensen's other hand moved to your waist, holding you tightly, pulling you dangerously close to his body. You placed your free hand on your husband's shoulder to steady yourself when he leaned in, claiming your lips with his pink, plump ones, his beard tickling your face a little. Jensen's fingers untangled themselves from yours and his other hand left your waist and both moved up to cup your face.

Moaning, you hooked your hands behind his neck as his teeth grazed your lip. Your knees buckled under his hypnotic touch as he slipped his tongue into your mouth . Your whole body tingled , your eyes slipped closed, and your toes curling as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. You felt your lungs screaming for air until Jensen finally let go of your lips. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you, his eyes blown with lust. He slammed you against the door of the car.

You gasped when his hands sneaked under your shirt. With one swift movement of his hand, Jensen lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it on the ground, leaving you in just your bra. His hands pinned yours down to the side as he moved closer to you, his growing excitement pressed against your thigh. He hungrily attacked your lips once more. You had barely caught your breath when his mouth started to move downwards.

“Jay-” you whined when he nipped on the pulse point in your neck, Jensen let go of your hands, cupping your face as he whispered against your neck, “Jay what, baby?” The feel of his lips sent shivers down your spine. He ran his hand down your body, stopping at the waistband of your slacks.

“I-” you sucked in a deep breath when his fingers dipped below the waistband of your slacks, brushing against your already dampened cotton panties, pulling a soft whimper out of your lips.

“Baby, you're soaked.” He husked. “Tell me sweetheart, how long have you thinkin’ about getting fucked in the backseat?”

“L-long-” the words got stuck in your throat when he pinched your inner thigh.

“Didn't hear you. Say it louder.” He growled into your ear, his beard grazing past the skin on your neck. “Say it, baby.”

“Long e-enough.” Jensen hummed as his hand teasingly circled around your clothed core, pinching and squeezing the skin of your inner thighs.

“Fucking tease.” You whined at the sudden loss of touch when he pulled out his hand.

“What do you want? Tell me.” He smirked, looking into your eyes.

“Fuck me.”

And that's all it took for Jensen to open the door to the backseat of the Impala before nudging you to go in. You did so in with shaky legs and slid across the seat. Jensen lifted his shirt over his head with one swift motion of his wrist before undoing his belt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your slacks and pulled them off, along with your ruined panties. Smirking again, he climbed into the car beside you, closing the door behind him. Unhooking your bra, Jensen's hands moved up to your breasts, kneading and massaging them. His fingers caressed your stiff nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud. He flicked your nipple gently while his fingers worked on the other one.

“Fuck-” you moaned aloud, your voice bouncing off the closed doors of the Chevrolet. Stopping the assault on your nipple, his mouth started to move down after placing a kiss on the valley between your breasts. He caressed your entire torso, his mouth trailing kisses down your body before he gently pushed your legs apart, dipping his head down to your heated core. He left a trail of wet kisses up your thigh, his beard leaving a sweet burn on your skin in its wake.

His hot breath fanned against your throbbing pussy. He looked up at you before pushing one of his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan out of you. He pumped hard twice before adding a second finger.

“Fuck-” you moaned.

“That's exactly what I'm planning on to do.” Jensen rasped, as he increased the pace, curling his fingers inside you, brushing past your g-spot repeatedly. You sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled out his fingers and his mouth latched onto your aching pussy. You arched your back at his action. Your hands moved down, fingers getting tangled up in his long hair, pulling a low growl out of him, the vibrations of it edging you over.

“Jen-oh shit!” You exclaimed as he hungrily devoured you, his tongue repeatedly assaulting your sensitive pussy, sucking needily on your bundle of nerves. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten before a wave of pleasure washed over you.

“Shit!” You gasped as Jensen’s tongue lapped your juices hungrily. Panting, you tried to come down from your high as you saw him lift himself up slightly to get rid of his jeans. Your eyes were drawn towardson his noticeable bulge. Moving your hands near him, you reached out to palm his hardened cock through his boxers.

“Fuck baby-” Jensen groaned before grasping you by your wrist.

“If you keep doing that, I won't last long.” He purred, pulling his boxers down and discarding them somewhere on the front seat. His erection sprung free from his confines. Taking his hardened cock in his hand, he gave it a few strokes, running his hand up and down his shaft, the tip beaded with precum. He lined himself with your dripping entrance. His swollen tip teasingly nudged at your opening before he pushed himself into you.

“Oh-” you hissed, the sensation painful at first, but your mouth fell open in an inaudible moan as that pain turned into pleasure. “You need to m-move.” You said. He lifted himself up, pulling out of you leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside you, before pushing back in again, deeper than before. You bucked your hips to match with his rhythm. Locking his fingers with yours, Jensen kept thrusting deep into you as you finally settled in a sync with him.

With every thrust, you inched closer to your release as both your breathing became ragged. The car’s confined space was filled with needy moans and deep breaths. Jensen buried his face in the crook of your neck as you felt the coil in your stomach tightening once more. He nibbled on your skin. You freed your hands from his grip and placed them on the small of his back as your nails dug into his skin.

“Fuck-Y/N!” He exclaimed and your nails dug deeper, his breath tickling your neck along with his beard.

“‘M close,” you breathed out.

“Mhm. That's it, baby, just like that, let it go.” Jensen rasped, as his thrusts became sloppy. Your coil finally snapped as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed over you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jensen!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone. A few more thrusts and Jensen spilled himself into you, a grunt falling out of his lips, as his seed coated your walls. He collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. Pecking your lips, he pulled out of you. You stared up at the foggy glass windows as Jensen reached for his boxers. Opening the door, he stepped out in all his naked glory. You sat up in the seat, also naked, as you watched him pull his boxers and jeans back up, leaving his belt unbuckled.

As Jensen turned his back to grab his shirt, you whispered loud enough for him to hear, “The backseat of Baby surely now has some stains and stories.”

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eastenderkray · 2 years

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( Ron takes an interest in a waiter)

Me Kray bruvthers

Chap 1: Y-You want to what Ron?

( Warnings, Aggresive flirting, sex, Cute neediness, bad punctuation)

Gary had spotted the Krays sit down in his section, He felt himself get hot, He always had a dream that they would walk in and he would get to tease them. They weren't considered the most eligible bachelors in the East End, but every girl drooled over Reggie and every homosexual man Ronnie.

Gary silently cursed and praised Grace, the hostess, who put them in his section as he walks over. He stood up straight, Tooched his arse, then smiled as he shifted nervously on his feet. He was infront of the LEGENDARY KRAYS!!!" Hello, I'll be your waiter today, What would you like to start with?" Gary questioned flirtaiously, He eyed Ron a bit and smiled politely at Reg." Tea for the both of us Luvvie, 2 sugars in both." Ron responded.

Gary nodded and promised." I'll be back in 2 minutes!" He turned on his heels and glided across the floor, He tuned his ears to Rons slow calming voice." Hes fackin' delightful, You think he-." He got to the kettle and couldn't hear anymore. He poured the hot green tea and added the 2 sugar cubes to both." I'm delightful." He whispered to himself almost jumping with excitement.

Ever since they became boxers he wanted them, One of his friends was into boxing. Bobby was his name, Bobby was a childhood friend. He fell off the swing and broke his back, paralyzed him for life. So he always would send Gary out to get his papers and what not. Only reason that Gary knew of the Krays before the expensive suits and ties is because they would make the front page of the boxing magazines almost every other week. He would buy his own copy and pin the pictures of the shirtless men on his wall.

Gary took the cups back to them, Trying to walk like a some girls who wanted to be models in the market. One foot infront of eachother, Sassy as hell, and with a false sense of confidence. As he reached the table he felt the tip of his shoe hit the foot infront of it, He flew toward the table top. Holding the tea upright, He'd rather break his nose, Loose all his teeth, Smack his neck against the table and break it before he split tea on the Krays. He felt a hand grab his shoulder and another grab his chest!

He was brought to his feet while Ron chuckled." You okay?" He saw that Reggie had his chest and Ron his arm. They were both sat calmy. He felt his face was on fire, He was taking way to long to reply! Say something! He egged himself of nervously as he put their tea down." Yes and no!" He quickly rushed away from the table, fleeing to the kitchen. He knew that Julie, His best friend was on break. He followed the ciggarette smoke and found her flirting with a cook, Daniel. He didn't care though, He broke the sexual tension by sobbing." Julie the Kr-Kray twins are out there and I just blew my chance with Ronnie and I can't go back out please go fix it!!"

Gary hid behind his hands as he cried even harder." I-I fell infront of them!!" Julie quickly pulled him aside and asked." What?!" She barely understood a word he said, He was just so hysterical and he couldn't help it." Take over the table just take over the table!!" He shouted. She ran away from him and went to go see what he was talking about.

Gary wiped his tears and took a deep breath. He was going to pull himself together and hide in here. Daniel asked uninterested as he flipped a sausage ." Your fag fantasy don't like you?" Gary sputtered back angrily." Don't call him that, He does like me, I ruined it!!"

Suddenly Gary heard Julie behind him." He said he wants you or he won't order, Gary hes being scary, Reggies in the bathroom if you want to say something to him." Gary quickly runs to the door leading to the diner. He stops, Wipes his tears again then pushes the door open and walks over to table 7.

Gary sits down in Reggies spot catching Rons full attention. He saids quickly." I am sorry I ran, I-I got nervous."

" What were you nervous about luv, Spilling tea on the handsome man you're talking to, or breaking your neck?" He smiles at Gary before saying." So you wanna get outta here and explain to me why you ran from me?"

Gary felt his palms get clamy with excitement." Y-Yes, But what about Reg?" Ron replys almost offended." What you want me Bruvther?"

Gary sputters." N-No I want you!" Ron smiles and stands up, Gary joins him in his stance and follows him out the door. They walk down the sun filled streets, Gary loved Summer. The smell of cut grass, The beautiful roses, and bountiful plants. Just walking with Ron was Romantic." You like men?" Ron asks, Gary looks over. His nerves now at ease as the grassy wind filled his nostrils." Yes, You know who I find attractive?"

" Who, if ya say ya boyfriend I'll have to kill him."

Gary laughs, Hes never had a boyfriend, He teases." No, I find that Reggie Kray attractive."

Rons face is visibly annoyed but he laughs. Gary continues." I don't know what it is about him, I love how he walks, The way he holds a ciggarette is a real turn on." Ron feels himself tense, He likes boys who obey him, Not boys who like his bruvther." You keep teasing me and I will have to shake some obedience into you." Gary smiled at Ronnie and said with a heart full of lust." You'll have to do that then, Lets go to mine!"

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Ron walked into the first floor flat, It was decorated in lavender walls, Had little roses, tulips, and tomatoes in the window. Lovely hand sewn dark purple chiffon drapes for the window, He can tell it was hand sewn because the thread was gold and if you looked you could see the little knots at the bottom of the drapes. There was a whole bookshelve full of books of boxing, gangsters, and gardening. The small kitchen had papers laid on it with some strange writing and all the towels were lavender as well. It smelled so good, so Floral.

Gary was visably shaky, This was his first time having a man he liked around. This was his first time he was gonna do something with a man, Anything with anyone!! He was a virgin, He had kissed but he always would run. But now this was it, He was going to loose it to his dream man. Gary talked the talk, He didn't walk the walk.

He turned around to face Ron, Ron is still in awe of the lovely house." Its like me mum decorated this place, Its luvvly, Go sit on the kitchen counter." Gary turned left and stacked the papers on the kitchen counter neatly, He loved caligraphy. Calmed him. He found himself writing about fantasy men, He was 24 after all, He should've lost it earlier. He didn't want to though. Gary felt proud he kept it but like a loser he did.

So Gary sat on the counter and spread his legs, determined. Ron walked over as he took his belt off." This place like a teenage girls fantasy flat." Gary smiled and looked down shyly. Ron stood between Garys legs, Taking off the waist appron Gary kept his note pad in for orders. Ron pulled Gary closer and began to kiss him. Though Gary had kissed before he hadn't really french kissed, Little pecks, Just lips. As Ron sneakily inched his tongue into Garys mouth, Gary froze.

" I should put my tongue in his mouth, He'll think I'm stupid if I don't!!" Gary thought to himself as his hands gripped Ronnie's shoulders, He nervously slide his tongue inside Rons mouth.

Ron could feel his nervousiness but it felt so good, Maybe he just wants to fuck. So Ron pulled Gary's shirt off, Then his own. Until they were both in their own boxers. Gary was still nervous, His grip on Rons stiffy felt amateur. All thoughts of doubt, insecurity, and a nostalgic teenage boy horniness. He felt like he was gonna explode but he can't do anything about it. Ron asked as Gary stroked roughly but none the less pleasurable." How many times a bloke made a mess of ya?" Gary looked up with his blue doe eyes, Full of innocence." M-Many."

" How many?"

" S-So many, I don't remember!"

Ron grabbed Gary's hips and wrapped the boys lower half around his upper thigh." I gonna punish you for lying." He walks over to the door with the cute little embroidery hoop with a bed on it, Kicking the door open Ron was in awe of the room, It stunned him as much as the living room. This boy had the best furniture and decor taste. He had a twin bed with a bright yellow cotton spread, His pillows were a dark purple and his bedframe was dark wood. Best type of wood around in Rons mind. He had a yellow rug, Once again purple chiffon drapes, And a few paintings on the wall.

" A-Are you gonna fuck me or just stare at my room?" Gary asked a bit impatient. Ron nodded before forcing Gary over a small desk, He grabbed a belt off the end of the footboard and folded it in half." Good boy don't lie to their betters, Let alone lie about sex, You get 20 cause ya a facking liar." Before Gary could protest he felt the crack of the leather smack his boxers, He howled in both pain and pleasure.

Gary's boxers were ripped down harshly before the belt cracked again. He whimpered needily, His thoughts are cloudly but he knows he wants Ron. Constantly he's horny, Hes always craving sexual touches, His hand can only do so much, His poor hand, Gary knows he abuses Charlie ( What he named his right hand.)

After the 7th crack he begins to cry, It hurts so bad, It feels so good." R-Ronnie please!"

" You won't lie again?!"

" I-I won't!" Ron roughly grabs Garys throat and forces him to look over his shoulder." Look at me you cunt!" Ronnie spits, Gary feels himself pulsating now, He's always had a thing for name calling during sex. He's always dreamt of being pinned and fucked ruthlessly. Nows his chance." I'm virgin, Just take meeeeeeee!!" Gary crys.

Ron smiles, Virgin. He must be tight. Ron whips his cock out, He couldn't stand another smack, He needs to fuck this piece of gold infront of him. He wants it, Ronnie always gets what he wants. He spits down the crack of Garys arse, So defined, So tone Gary is. He must be a boxer or something, It'd explain the books.

Ron's thoughts are washed away by a precious moan Gary releases, He anchors his hand onto Garys shoulder and uses the other to force his angry cock inside his hole. Gary moans." AWHHHH!" Lustfully, Ron asks." Yea ya like me big cock inside you, You fuckin' ponce, You little virgin, It hurts, Hmmmmm?" Gary lets out a small whimper agreeing.

Gary feels every little vein, Every throb, Every movement. The spit helped alot but he loves the pain." M-More." He mewled as his Hands scrunched papers together. Ron was so amused, Every little touch made the boy squirm like he was covered in bugs. He slowly gyrated in then out until Gary felt more pleasure rather than pain.

Ron picked his pace up and began to fuck Gary, The heat and sweat they both created was toxic, It was like a drug they both couldn't quit. Ron felt himself begin to shake, It had been only 15 minutes! He usually lasted longer! Ron cracked his hand across Gary's arse making the boy scream quickly, Ron muttered into the hot air." Making me cum so early, You bad-." Ron's nails sunk into Gary's cheeks as he exploded with no warning.

Gary scrame." Ronnie!!" As he felt the hot luquid ooze into him, It felt soo good to him." Your mine, Right, Your only mine now." Ron whispers as his lips brushed against Garys neck before pulling out.

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The pair laied together cuddling, Gary had trapped Ron with his needy whines and pleads. It made Ron certent he wouldn't be able to pry Gary off him. After all Ron was the candy and Gary was the child, It'd be cruel to take one from another!

Deep down Ron was worrying. He always had full control of relationships or just fun fucks, He knew something was wrong, Or too right! He should be back at the Double R by now, He shouldn't be cuddling! He wanted to pull away, Run, Kill Gary if he had to! He was not going to settle down, He never wanted to, He wanted to be Al Capone, Not a bunny's carrot! What was he gonna tell Rosie? Ron loved Rosie, They had been dating secretly for 2 years now, He hated the sex but she was arm candy and that is an essential as a big gangster.

Gary nuzzled his cheek into Rons chest hair and whispered." Look to the right luv." Ron did, There's a big poster board full of boxers, The ones he fought with! Ron saw many pictures of him and Reg, Many lipstick marks on his black boxers and face." I've always liked boxers because of you, Thats why I freaked out when we met, Good day, Lets sleep." Gary yawned at the end of his sentence before holding Ron tighter. At least Ron got a proper answer for his questions. What was he to do?

What do we think?! I tried to in corporate all the wonderful ideas you guys gave me but there was just so many!! If you hoping for a girl I'm sorry! I will make another fanfic once I get a good idea of what I would like to do, If you have any requests please ask! I hope you enjoyed!!

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Pairing: Finn Balor X OFC (Ciara)

Word Count: 1310

Warnings: Mature to explicit as the story goes on.

Description: After moving to the USA from England to start her career as an NXT superstar, Ciara gets to meet her long time crush, NXT champion Finn Balor. It's clear the pair have chemistry, but when tensions start to rise, will they find they want more than a no strings attached relationship?

So this is the first piece of fanfic I have written literally ever. I will be posting them here periodically, but I already have 6 chapters out on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

This series will involve romance, drama and (although it will take a little while) some smutt too. Hope you enjoy it! 😊

Chapter 4: Up Close and Personal

I awoke startled to the sound of my roommate banging on my door. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I checked the time on my phone, 9:36. Shit! I'd slept through both of my alarms and needed to be at the Performance Center by 10 for my first day. I opened my bedroom door and a panicked Alex was standing on the other side.

"You're gonna be late! Quick, take a shower and I'll drop you off on my way to work." She handed me some towels as I gave her a thankful look before rushing into the bathroom to get ready.

I don't normally sleep in but I didn't get back from the party until late and I definitely went overboard with the alcohol. Fergal and I talked way into the night before sharing a taxi back to our respective homes. Nothing happened obviously, despite my drunken attempts to flirt with him. I cringed at the thought of my clumsy pickup lines and awkward attempts at being alluring. I would have to be very careful around Fergal from now on, after all this was the second time in as many days I was trying to wash away my shame with water and shampoo.

I was washed, dressed and in the car in record time, arriving at the Performance Center a little after 10. Not too bad considering how late I woke up.

"Ciara! Follow me," Paul greeted me as I entered the lobby, "so like I said before, you debut in 3 weeks. You'll be entering into a feud between Tegan and Dakota as Tegans tag partner. Obviously you're very experienced in the ring but here in NXT we have our own rules, own way of doing things so you'll be working with some of our trainers today just to help you adapt."

He led me to a ring, where I was taught the basics of wrestling for the WWE. There were so many rules, some of which didn't even make sense. Obviously certain moves were banned, no blading, no head shots, all the usuals. But then there was a lot of differences too. Matches often have "agents" that help to set up a match, if you wanted to use certain weapons you need written approval, and don't even get me started on the list of banned words. I was starting to become worried that I was out of my depth here.

After going through the rules and doing some initial training, I was introduced to Steffanie (Tegan Nox), Cheree (Dakota Kai) and Victoria (Raquel Gonzalez)

"Oh hey you're working with us right?" Steffanie asked, extending a friendly hand.

"Yeah! I'm Ciara! Looking forward to working with you all." I introduced myself to the girls and got to know them a little better before getting to work on our tag match

We'd been working for a couple of hours and had some good spots perfected. It was just the finish left to go, where I would hit my finishing move ( a Canadian Destroyer I called the "Natural 20") on Dakota and make the pin.

After practicing it a couple of times, I began to feel like someone was watching me. Glancing around the room, I spotted Fergal, leaning casually against a wall and observing our practicing.

Thankfully for my heart he wasn't shirtless today, in fact he wore a baggy hoodie which concealed his physique like a well hidden secret. I gave him a small smile and turned back to the girls.

"If I might offer some advice..." Fergal interrupted.

"Please." I gestured for him to join us in the ring.

He climbed up onto the apron and jumped over the top rope, clearly showing off.

"Your finisher is a Canadian Destroyer right? It's a good move-"

"Thanks!"

"-But, it's a little overplayed. In WWE alone there's Sin Cara, Adam Cole, Rey Mysterio and Chelsea Green who use it. If you wanna stand out, I'd switch it up a little."

I didn't know how to respond. He was right of course, but I'd always had the same finisher. I didn't want to change it.

"I've always had the same finisher, it means a lot to me. I don't wanna do a different one."

"I'm not saying to do a different one. I'm saying to tweak it a little."

After thinking it over for a few moments, I still didn't have any idea what Fergal was getting at.

"How?" I yielded, knowing that it would result in a cocky smile.

"Have you ever seen anyone do a springboard Canadian destroyer," he smirked.

"I haven't.."

"There's a reason for that. Its not done that often."

He took his hoodie off and threw it into the corner of the ring, revealing a tight vest which hugged his torso.

"Jump at me," Fergal instructed, taking me by surprise slightly. Physical contact with people who are practically strangers wasn't unusual in our line of work, but I still felt nervous at the thought of being that close to him. I did as he told me.

Taking a slight running start, I jumped at Fergal, his strong arms catching me beneath my thighs. As he held me there, explaining the next part of the move to me, two things crossed my mind. The first was that this man was even stronger than I realised. He was holding my full body weight with only his forearms and not even breaking a sweat. The second thought was how close his face was to my chest.

"Right, now I'm gonna bounce your back off the top rope, kinda like a rope assisted powerbomb, only on the rebound, jump over my shoulder into the Canadian Destroyer. OK?"

He spun me around and bounced me off the top rope, but I didn't quite have enough momentum and ended up bashing my chin on his shoulder blade.

"Ahh!" Fergal put me down gently before inspecting my chin.

"Are you OK? Can you move your jaw?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine, don't think it's injured at all, just hurt a bit."

Relieved, he backed off a little, seeming a little guilty that his suggestion had hurt me.

"Shall we try again?" I smiled at him, hoping to reassure him that I was fine and he had nothing to feel bad about.

"OK, but this time you need to really just dive over my shoulder OK? It'll be easier with the girls cause they're smaller."

We went again, and this time I used my full body weight to push myself back off the top rope, Diving elegantly over his shoulder and completing the move. It was a little clunky due to never having done it before, but after a few more attempts, I was able to do it perfectly.

After we'd finished practicing, I collapsed in the ring exhausted. Fergal handed me a bottle of water before sitting cross-legged next to me.

"Good job today. You worked really hard."

"Things are a lot different here in the big leagues huh?" I commented, sitting up and taking a much needed sip of the water. Fergal chuckled.

"You'll get used to it. I can see why Paul likes you."

It was only upon hearing this that something occurred to me.

"Wait, you were here to train too right? Damn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk up all your ti-"

"Dont even worry about it. I came here today to keep an eye on the newbies, " he smiled, reassuringly.

"I know but you could have been helping the others and instead you were stuck with m-"

"Are you hungry?" Fergal interrupted "I'm starving. Come on, I'll treat us to dinner," he stood up, helping me to my feet and leading me out of the training room before I had a chance to refuse, not that I would have done.

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