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cinemastyles-backup · 8 months

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Summary: Y/N gets invited onto The Late Late Show with James Corden and does a game of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with Harry, which reveals something earth shattering for everyone.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sexual innuendos, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

"As you all know, we have the wonderful and talented Mr. Harry Styles here with us tonight!" James reintroduces his guests and the audience claps and cheers, especially for Harry.

"Y/N. Are you ready?" One of the crew asks. I nod, "Oh, yes." She nods and gives a thumbs up to some people.

This is going to be so fun. I've known James for years and everyone knows that Harry and I are friends, but what they really don't know is that we're actually together.

We agreed to keep our relationship as private as we could, for now. I'm honesty surprised we have been able to, It's more intimate for us that way, but Harry has been acting.. weird? I don't know. He's asking if I'd ever want to go public and I'm not really opposed to it.

But anyway, I've asked James to keep it a secret that I'm coming on the show, so I've been labeled as the surprise guest for weeks now, so Harry is going to be put on the spot, and we're going to have to pretend that we're strictly 'just friends'.

"As you all know, I like to play a little game.." The crowd starts to cheer, "What? I haven't even told you the game yet!" James laughs, "We'll, since you all know what I'm about to say next, Harry." He motions for him to get to come over to him.

Harry gets up and pulls his suit jacket down as he walks over to him, "Yes, James." He lays an arm around his shoulder. James looks at him with a smile and starts to laugh, "Are you ready to either spill your guts or fill your guts?"

Harry covers his face and laughs, "Oh god. I knew it."

James laughs and motions to the table, "Why don't you go and have a seat over there, but don't touch anything!" Harry walks over to the table and has a seat.

"Now, Harry. You know how this game works correct?" James walks over and sits down across from Harry.

"The title is uh, pretty explanatory, James." Harry chuckles.

"Right, right. Of course it is." James rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and reads his cards, "Oh wait. One more thing before we get started."

"Okay." Harry nods.

"I won't be doing this challenge with you." James stands up and laughs, "Everybody, if you would please give a wonderful round of applause for the very talented and very beautiful Y/N Y/L/N!"

James claps and turns to welcome me onto the stage.

I walk out smiling as I wave my hands to the crowd. I walk over to give James a hug, "Hello, hello." He kisses my cheek, "Hello there, love. How are you?"

I nod, "I'm good, how are you?" He smiles, "I'm great. You look amazing by the way." I smile and wave to the crowd again.

Harry looks at James, "Now I see why you wouldn't tell me who the surprise guest was." He smiles and shakes his head.

I smile and walk over to greet Harry, keeping it very professional. He kisses my cheek, "Hello, darling." I walk around to take my seat and Harry gets up and helps me push my chair in.

"What a gentleman, yeah?" James motions towards Harry. Harry bats the air and pretends to be shy.

That man is not shy around me, let me tell you.

"Okay." I look down at the table and make a face, "Harry? You want to go first?" He shakes his head quickly while smiling, "No, all you."

I roll my eyes, "Fine." I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table, anticipating Harry's first question for me.

"Y/N."

"Harry."

"On your phone.." he smirks and the crowd "oohs", "Calm down, I didn't even ask the question yet." He laughs and looks at me, "On your phone, what is the last thing you google searched?"

He leans back in his seat and watches me as I think.

I shake my head, "I don't.. I don't know."

Then it hits me, "Oh. Oh no. I can't- nope. It's embarrassing, we'll not.. no." I laugh and can feel my cheeks getting red.

"Y/N? Is it that bad?" James asks leaning in. I shake my head, "Not really.. just like.. personal?" I shrug, "Oh god that's not-" I look down at the glass in front of me, "What the hell is this James?"

Harry wags his finger at me, "Naughty, naughty." I roll my eyes and look at James, "Y/N.. that is blended up fish with plain yogurt."

I gag and shake my head, "I was-" I laugh and cover my face, I lean back and hold my arms out, "Vibrators. I was looking up vibrators. A girl has needs, people."

The crowd cheers for me as I look over at Harry and his brow cocks up as he smirks.

He clears his throat and looks up, "Definitely didn't expect that." He laughs, "Go." He nods towards me and I shake my head with a smile, "hmm."

"Y/N, what are you going to ask Harry?" James asks walking over and sitting down.

"Are there any songs on any of your albums that are about me?" I rest my elbows on the table, knowing damn well there is because he told me himself.

The crowd 'Oohs' again and Harry shakes his head laughing, "Yeah, actually there's track.." he mumbles into his napkin, "On the-" he mumbles into his napkin again, "Album."

He shakes his head and tucks the fabric into his shirt. I laugh and clap my hands together, "You don't have to eat that. You can just tell us."

He looks up at me, to the crowd, at James then back at me, "Bull Penis.. sounds.. delightful." Harry shakes his head, "Can I just tell you one?"

I look at James and he looks at Harry shocked, "So there's more than one?"

Harry cuts a piece of the disgusting food off and locks eyes with me as he pulls it off with his teeth, "That's disgusting." He says leaning over to spit it into the garbage can.

He takes the napkin and wipes off his mouth, tongue and teeth. The crowd absolutely loses it with laughter. Harry turns to the crowd, "It's really not that complicated to figure out." He laughs.

I shrug, "Wow. Looks like I'll have to give your albums another listen." I smile and shake my head, "I'm nervous for the next one."

He laughs and nods towards me, "Rank my Movies." I lean my head back, "Damn it, Harry." I shake my head and spin the table, slowly looking at my options, "My policeman, Don't Worry Darling, and Dunkirk."

James scoffs and laughs, "My god that was fast."

Harry nods, "I honestly didn't expect you to answer." He laughs and claps for me, "Thank you."

I shrug, "I'm not eating bird saliva, sorry."

"Okay, y/n, you get the final question and Harry, you get the final spill or fill." James taps the table, "Let's do this. Drum roll please.."

The crowd drums their legs and I smirk slightly.

"Is it true, Mr. Styles." I lean forward a bit, "About what the magazines say?"

He leans in, "What do they say exactly?"

"That there's a possible future Mrs. Styles floating around with you?"

Harry's smirk turns into a slow smile as he quickly picks up on what I'm asking. He gives me a look and I nod and smile, "Go on. Tell us or enjoy those delicious-" I lean over and pick up the the card, "grasshoppers in ghost pepper sauce."

He look at the crowd and looks over at James, "I will say.." he picks up the napkin, "You know.." he laughs and shakes his head, "These grasshoppers don't look half bad."

I hide my smile behind my hands and watch as he teases everyone.

"So Harry." James says, "Is it spill or fill?"

Harry stares at the plate and then his eyes glance up at me. I nod once and my heart starts pounding.

"Spill."

The crowd goes absolutely insane and James leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Alright, alright, alright." He waves his hand to get the crowd to quiet down.

I look over at the crowd and lean back in my seat, "Spill your guts, Styles." I smirk, "We're all dying to know."

He sighs, "I've had a girlfriend for four, going on five years now." James mouth drops and he looks over at me, "What?"

I laugh and shrug.

The crowd loses it again and Harry laughs and shakes his head, "You'll know who she is soon enough and that's all I'm giving you!" Harry stands up and throws the napkin down, "That's all I'm giving you." He walks away and turns around laughing.

God I love his laugh and smile.

I'm so in love with this man, it's insane.

"Wow." James covers his mouth, "What on earth, y/n. You just got Harry to-" he stands up and walks over to him, "Come on, you have to tell us one thing. Do we know her?"

He smiles and nods, "Mhm."

"Wow. Unbelievable! There you have it ladies and gentleman. Mr. Harry styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

I walk over and stand on the other side of James. I smile and wave to the crowd when they suddenly gasp and start screaming.

"What's going on?" I look at James and he quickly turns around and gasps with a smile, "Oh my god."

I turn around to see Harry down on one knee. I cover my mouth and my eyes instantly well up with tears, "Harry."

"It's y/n!?" James yells, "Oh. my. god." He gets the crowd to quiet down and he holds his card over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes now, too.

I look back down at Harry and he smiles, "Y/N, you stuck by me these past, almost five years and I am forever grateful for you. You kept me going and stayed with me through the highs and lows of making music. I want you to be the one who continues to do that for me in ever single thing for the rest of my life. Will you please, do me the honor in marrying me?"

I don't even have to think about my answer, "Yes. Yes. Yes!" He hugs me as he stands up, lifting me off the ground. He spins me around and sets me down, immediately taking my hand to slide the ring on.

"What did we just witness here today? Magic. Absolute magic!" James hugs us both and congratulates us.

"What a way to end the show. They really had us going there for a while, didn't they?" He claps and thanks the crowd, "Goodnight!"

We walk backstage and I look up at Harry, "I had no idea you were going to do this, I thought we just talked about confirming that we were dating."

"We just did." He leans down and kisses me, "Now if you don't mind. I want to take my new fiancée and fuck her in my dressing room."

My cheeks get hot as Harry lays a hand on my back.

James stops us and congratulates us again.

"Thanks, mate." Harry pats his shoulder, "We're off to celebrate."

"Don't break anything please." James laughs with a sigh as we practically run into Harry's dressing room.

He shuts and locks the door, peeling my dress from my body. He shrugs off his plaid jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt, "You just got so much sexier, Mrs. Styles."

He throws his shirt down and pushes his body against mine. His lips attack my lips before they quickly move down my neck.

He lifts me up and takes me over to the couch, setting me down and getting on his knees between mine.

He leans up and kisses down my chest. His hands kneading my boobs. I moan as he sucks and leaves a little trail of bite marks down to where he takes one of my nipple into his mouth.

I moan and arch my back as he holds it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue.

"Harry." I moan tangling my fingers in his hair. He switches and does the same to my other boob, only this time he takes a hand and slides it down to my pussy.

His fingers slide up and down my slit teasingly.

"You're so fucking wet, baby. Fuck." He groans kissing and leaning another trail of bite marks down my stomach.

He slips two fingers in and I gasp, pulling his hair tighter. He moan as my action and kisses down my one thigh.

His fingers move in and out and I can hear how wet I am.

"You hear that baby? You hear how soaked you are for me?" He looks up at me and I look down at him, nodding as my eyes roll back, "Ye- yes, baby." I grip the couch and arch my back.

"I'm going to devour you. You're so fucking- Mm." He groans and dives in, licking and sucking my clit as he fucks me with his gorgeous hands.

I moan loudly and struggle to keep it together.

I can feel the pressure. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.

He quickly slips in another finger and curls them upward as he thrust them in and out.

I brings my arm up by my head and dig my nails into the back of the couch, "oh fuck!"

"That was fucking hot, sweetheart." He pulls out and lifts his hand up, liquid drips off and onto the floor. I smile shyly and shake my head.

"Don't be shy baby. You squirted all over me. I love when you do that to me." He smiles and goes right back to eating me out.

His tongue fucks my pussy. His nose rubs against my clit. His fingers squeeze my thighs. He sends me into absolute bliss, "H-ha-" I arch my back and my legs shake against his body.

He continues to eat me out until I'm panting.

"You taste so fucking good. Fuck. I can't get enough of my fiancée and her delicious fucking pussy." He goes back down and the pleasuring sensation makes my mind go blank.

All I can do is moan.

He pulls away and come up, his lips wet with my slick. He kisses me and I wrap an arm around his neck.

"Did that feel good, baby?" He kisses down my neck slowly, "Are you okay?" I nod and smile, "That was amazing."

He smile and kisses back up to my lips, "Want to continue?"

"Please." I whimper, "I need you."

He stands up and take the rest of his clothes off, gently positioning me on the couch, "You're so beautiful when you're fucked."

I smile and bite my lip as he pushes my leg up slowly, "You're so fucking-" He moans as he slips the head of his cock in, "Fucking amazing."

He pushes the rest of the way in, moaning as his hips hit my body. He reaches down and grabs my chin, his thumb running over my lips before I open and take his thumb in my mouth.

I grab his wrist and suck while I keep my eyes on his.

He starts to thrusts and my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I let out a loud moan. He groans and slides his hand down to my throat.

My boobs bounce with each of his thrusts and I whimper as his hand tightens around my neck, "I love you so- fucking.. much." He leans down and kisses me, his hand still around my neck.

I moan quietly into his mouth and grab his hair, pulling as I feel myself about to cum again. I don't even had to say anything for Harry to know.

"Cum again baby, I know you can do it." He whispers into my ear, "I want to feel you cum as I fuck that tight little cunt of yours."

I moan and arch my back, "f-fuck." I whimper pulling his hair harder.

He moans and slips and arm under my back, holding me to him as he continues fucking me. I cling to him as much as I can, clenching around his cock as I cum again.

"Fuck, I want to cum so bad." He moans, "I-I." He lets out a loud moan and buries his face into my neck, "Fuck, y/n. You feel so, so good."

He continues to praise me, "You're taking me so, so well, baby."

"You feel so good around my cock."

"I love it when you cum for me."

I dig my nails into his back and practically scream out his name.

"That's it baby, let the studio know that you feel good."

He groans as I drag my nails up his back, "Fuck."

His thrusts get sloppy and he pushes as deep inside of me as he can go, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pants, "Y/N?" He asks brushing hair out of my face.

"I'm still here." I smile and look at him. My eyes are heavy and my brain feels fuzzy. "You fucked me good, baby." I lay a hand on his cheek as he kisses me, "I love you so much."

He smiles and kisses my forehead as he slowly pulls out. I wince slightly as he lays my leg down, "Sorry."

I shake my head, "No. no. That's a good kind of pain." He smirks slightly and kisses my hip, "We'll go home and I'll run you a bath, give you some time to recover before we celebrate again." He winks.

I shake my head, "I'm giving you a blow job in the car on the way home."

He smirks and nods, "Fair enough."

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You can find part two here

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homerforsure · 5 months

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Buddie first time sharing a bed as a couple? If the inspiration hits?

-@try-set-me-on-fire

Hey! I did this!

It's also inspired by another Six Days of Buddie piece from @andavs (This one!) and it's a little bit... all over the place? But I think it turned out cozy and soft and heaped with love which feels pretty Buddie to me.

sleep safe and warm

2k. Rated T. On AO3 at the link above and also below if you prefer

Mostly Buck takes the golden retriever comments in stride. His teammates find them funnier than he does, but there’s such genuine warmth and fondness in the jokes that he’s perfectly happy to enjoy the metaphorical ear scratches rather than get offended at the comparison.

Tonight though he’s on the verge of a serious case of the zoomies. He wants to bounce around in circles on Eddie’s bed, rolling onto his back and rubbing his body all over the sheets until his scent is as deeply embedded there as Eddie’s own. Maybe if he could bark, he’d have a way to express some of the boundless joy that’s been building all day in his chest.

He’s sleeping with Eddie tonight.

Not like that. They’ve already done that in the twelve weeks since Eddie took Buck’s face in trembling hands and kissed him like it was what he’d want to do if they only had one minute left on Earth. They’ve done it upside down and backwards and sideways and one time at a particular incline that gave Buck a glimpse of God.

Although that did take longer than Buck would have expected. They may have started slow and careful in the beginning, both of them half afraid they’d shatter the dream by grabbing it too tightly, but once they got used to touching each other, it was hard to keep the spark from erupting into flame with each brush of their lips. But keep the inferno at bay they did, ripping away from each other at the last minute even when doing so started feeling like ripping off a part of their own bodies.

Buck’s fear went from familiar–what if he wasn’t good enough, what if he couldn't satisfy Eddie in all the ways he needed to be satisfied–to newer and more terrifying possibilities. What if Eddie didn’t want to have sex with him? What if what Buck had thought of as the beginning of the rest of his life was only the beginning of a failed experiment. That fear built until it was more unbearable than the permanent case of blue balls he’d come down with.

“Why?” he’d asked–pleaded really–with an almost pathetic whine when Eddie ended a scorching kiss by pulling away from Buck on the couch to stare into his eyes while he caught his breath and then said, “I should go.”

His legs tightened around Eddie’s waist almost of their own accord and Buck wasn’t proud of it. He didn’t want any of the things he wanted from Eddie–with Eddie–to come with pressure or ultimatums or anything other than the same longing that was turning his own blood to fire whenever they were alone together. But he wanted. He wanted so badly he couldn’t think straight and he couldn’t keep letting it go this far only to find out they weren’t racing for the same finish line. He had to know what Eddie wanted from him–from them.

Pain flashed across Eddie’s face so close to Buck’s own that he could see every sharp facet of it, but it didn’t give him any more understanding.

“I’m sorry,” they said at the same time.

“No, I am,” Buck insisted. “I want you to stay, but you-you-you should go if- You don’t owe me anything, okay? I just- Am I… Am I doing something wrong? Do you not want-”

It was still a little too vulnerable maybe, a little too needy; his legs still didn’t untangle themselves from around Eddie. It was the best Buck could do.

Eddie didn’t make any move to pull away though. He stayed braced above Buck with that pained, half-tormented look on his face and it gave Buck more hope than it had any right too.

“I want to stay,” he said, finally. “I want everything.”

Carefully, gently, Buck asked, “Okay. So- so why are you talking about leaving?”

Holding Buck’s gaze, Eddie seemed to turn over the question in his head before making a frustrated sound and ducking his head. He kissed over Buck’s bare chest, his collarbone, like he was seeking answers in his skin and Buck dared to bring his hand up to Eddie’s head, not with any pressure to hold him where he was, but with what he hoped was reassurance.

“I love you,” Eddie said.

A shiver coursed through Buck as he answered, “I know. I love you too.”

“And this is it. This is…There’s no going back. And I’m afraid- I’m afraid.”

He sighed heavily and pressed another kiss to Buck’s shoulder, trying to tell him without words that the fear was his own, that it wasn’t about Buck or the ways that Buck might fail. And Buck understood that unspoken reassurance so easily and clearly that it made him smile in spite of it all. “You think we can go back now?” he asked lightly, his fingers scratching on Eddie’s scalp.

Eddie huffed a laugh into Buck’s throat the way Buck was hoping he would and Buck felt the shake of his head.

“Me either,” he said. “And I’m scared too, but I don’t- Eddie, I don’t want to go back. You- You’re already inside me in every way that matters and I’m- Sex is just… more. It’s more of that. It’s more of you. And I can’t really be scared of that.”

“Christ. How can I not fuck you after that?” Eddie asked. As he lifted his head again, his smile was teasing, but his eyes were filled with so much softness and so much love that Buck’s cock throbbed in his jeans against Eddie’s thigh and they both melted into laughter.

It hadn’t happened that night. Laughing gave way to kissing gave way to whispering in the dark, exchanging fears and together transforming them into hope. The next time they fell together, a few days later, they didn’t break apart.

They hadn’t been able to stay in bed that afternoon, however, and since then, their schedules and circumstances had seemed to conspire against them, keeping Buck from the one place he wanted to be more than anything. But tonight it’s happening.

In the bathroom, Eddie is brushing his teeth like Buck did just moments ago and the sound of the running water almost gives him butterflies in his stomach.

With a grin on his face that he can’t suppress, Buck crosses the room to the side of the bed he knows is about to be his and makes sure his phone charger is plugged into the wall behind the side table. He changed his clothes already, soft shorts, soft shirt, warm socks so there’s nothing left to do but pull back the covers.

Sliding into the fresh sheets almost feels like a sigh. They’re cool on his bare legs but the comforter is heavy enough that he knows it’ll start trapping the warmth of his body in a few minutes. The warmth of their bodies. Buck’s been on his own for a while now and he’s never really stopped missing that sensation of having another person beside him. It’s a different kind of pleasure than sex, intimate and vulnerable in its own way, and comforting. The sound of easy breath in the dark and weight of another body settles him like nothing else does.

He can still hear Eddie moving around the house, peeking in on Christopher and checking the locks on the doors, and Buck finds himself, like he does in most moments where he has to wait, with his phone in his hand and a question typed into the search bar.

By the time Eddie appears in the doorway, he’s engrossed and he misses the soft smile that’s sent his way. But as Eddie gets closer, the floor creaks and Buck looks up in time to watch him strip off his shirt and dig around in his drawer for a different one. It brings to mind the first time Buck saw him do that motion, the first time he saw Eddie at all, and he could laugh at what the expression on that Buck’s face would be if he could tell him that the envy and fear he felt in that moment would collapse so quickly into admiration and then grow into love.

That Buck didn’t even know that love could feel like this: as comfortable as an old sweatshirt, stolen just because it’s been loved so thoroughly by the one you love, as safe as a solid platform overlooking a breathtaking view. He’d probably be flexing now, making sure Eddie didn’t regret his invitation, because he couldn’t comprehend that he didn’t need to. Buck was so glad for all the versions of himself that he’d finally brought them here.

Dropping his worn clothes into the hamper and, after a thought, picking up Buck’s from where they’ve been kicked into the corner and dropping them inside too, Eddie asks, “Do you want the other blanket?”

“No, this is good.”

“Good. Cause I left it in the living room and that’s a long walk.”

He slaps the overhead light off as a punctuation to the joke but Buck can feel his teasing smile even before his eyes adjust to the newly dim space. The floor creaks again as Eddie passes over the worn spot and then he’s pulling back the covers on his side of the bed, sending tingles sprinting up and down Buck’s legs.

The bed dips and cooler air sneaks in. Eddie slides in past the invisible center line of the bed and puts a warm hand on Buck’s thigh. “All good?” he whispers against Buck’s throat, mouthing kisses up his neck and down his jaw until Buck finally turns his head away from the article he’s reading and tilts his head to let the kisses land on his lips.

“Perfect.”

“Good,” Eddie smiles against his mouth and kisses him one last time, “Good night.”

“Night.”

Eddie snuggles down onto the mattress, not bothering to scoot back over to the other side of the bed and a contented sigh escapes into the dark.

“Did you know Ben Franklin and John Adams slept together once?” Buck asks.

After a beat, Eddie asks, “Which John Adams?”

“I don’t- Why does that matter?”

“I don’t know. Why are you reading about Ben Franklin’s sex life?”

“They didn’t have sex. I mean, maybe they did, the article doesn’t say. But they slept together like in a hotel because back in the day people didn’t really sleep by themselves as much. Even when beds were invented, you know, the whole family just piled in like, like puppies. The twin bed thing didn’t happen until later.”

“I bet George Washington got his own room,” Eddie mumbles.

“Probably.”

“What about Franklin and Adams? Did one of them get morning wood and make it awkward?”

“Uh, it says they fought about whether to keep the window open or closed all night.”

“If it smelled as bad as the bunkroom in August, I’d vote for open.”

“When Bobby makes that really garlicky sauce,” Buck snorts.

“Oh god. You know he only does that because he gets his own room.”

“Of course he does.”

Buck smiles down at Eddie and then scrolls back through the article. “And did you know that “hit the hay” actually comes from people shoving hay in like a sack and-”

“Buck,” Eddie says. “I love you. And if this is your idea of a bedtime story, it’s very very effective.”

“Right,” Buck laughs. He clicks off his phone, setting it on the side table, and the room goes fully dark.

As he snuggles down into the blankets, Eddie makes room for him, scooting just enough so that Buck has room to lay down and roll over without risking a fall to the floor. Then he throws an arm over Buck’s waist and it’s Buck’s turn to sigh as he snuggles in closer.

“We’re not inviting anyone else in here,” Eddie says. “I don’t care if they are a founding father.”

Eddie’s t-shirt is soft under Buck’s fingers when he says, “No. Not sharing.”

“And we’re not doing twin beds either. You’re going to stay right here.”

His lips brush Buck’s forehead and every part of him that wasn’t already melted into calm settles now. Their bodies are warming the blankets. Eddie’s arm is a comforting weight on his body, like a harness attached to a lifeline. With his hand on Eddie’s chest, Buck can feel the slow, steady beat of his heart and he moves to put his head there instead. Both of them drape over each other and tangle together and Buck is never ever going to be able to sleep as well any other way.

“Even if Bobby makes garlic sauce?” he whispers.

“Well. Maybe we’ll open a window.”

#buddie fic #eddie x buck #911 fic #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #sharing a bed #soft boys in love #allison writes

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 3

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pairing: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise with the band as Otto Hightower runs them ragged with recording the album. You and Aegon come to a breaking point (no like for real this time you swear).

rating: Explicit

warnings: spicy stuff below the cut, choking, p in v, language, physical fighting, y'all if this isn't your thing I beg you just scroll past

word count: 4.8k

note: what an innocent lil gif for this part lmao hope you enjoy it!! loving writing this story and reading your reblogs & comments 💚

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You text Cregan when you get back to the apartment. You received an eager text from him almost immediately after entering your Uber. Baela egged you on, Rhaena laughing maniacally as she did. Truly a menacing pair the two of them can be.

“He liiiiikes you,” Rhaena slurred, shaking her hips, “seriously you should have seen him watching while we were dancing. Practically drooling”

Heat floods to your cheeks as you remember Aemond’s gaze, the way he was watching you. The feeling of his hand on your arm.

Jesus Christ. The drinks have gone to your head tonight because there is no way you’re blushing, no way your thighs are clenching together at the thought of Aemond Targaryen.

“Text him this! Text him this,” Baela says, holding her hands out for dramatic effect, “please Cregan, fuck me till I can’t remember the name of my shitty ex.”

You throw a pillow at Baela who catches it with ease, stuffing it under her elbows.

“Bae you are in rare form tonight!” you accuse, laughing all the same. Baela groans, stuffing her face into the pillow.

“I just want my girl to get some!” she says, voice muffled by the pillow. Rhaena laughs, reaching into a bag of chips you all have been sharing. Baela lifts her head, eyes wide.

“When is the last time you were fucked?” Baela demands to know, pointing a finger at you.

You remember. A few weeks ago. After a heated argument, of course. You and Aegon had made up, leading to angry sex in his room.

“Couple weeks ago I guess-” you begin to answer but Baela shakes her head.

“No no no,” she says, “when was the last time you were fuuucked.”

You glance at Rhaena who is stifling a laugh, watching her buzzed sister speak her words of wisdom.

“Bae, we are not following,” Rhaena says snickering. Baela rolls her eyes, and takes a sip from the water bottle she keeps on her nightstand.

“You know what I mean,” Baela continues, “like really fucked, like the kind of sex that makes your brain leak from your ears. Earth shattering. Mind blowing.”

You understand what she means. Maybe in the earlier days of your relationship with Aegon it had been like that. Passionate, raw, love making. But you hate to admit, it hasn’t been like that in a while. Even with the anger.

“I don’t know,” you tell her, a nervous smile on your lips, “a while, I guess.”

Baela nods, like she already knew the answer.

“So text this burly, beefy man,” she begins, “and get, fuuucked.”

“Okay crazy!” you tell her, snagging a chip from Rhaena, “I will, not tonight though.”

Baela reaches for the chips, Rhaena holds the bag out to her.

“Thank you! Finally,” Baela says.

The rest of the night is spent giggling and sharing stories until the sun begins to peek through the clouds. Only then do you find sleep, and for the first time in weeks it is utterly blissful.

It was Baela who found herself at the studio early before the rest of the band arrived. Lounging on the couch she helped herself to an old issue of Cosmopolitan, flipping through the glossy pages. Snickering she dogeared a page to show you when you arrived.

The doors open Aemond strutting through them. Even his walk is arrogant.

“Found him,” Aemond said.

Aegon trails behind him, looking disheveled.

“Where was he?” Baela asks.

Aemond glances around the room.

“Y/N here?”

Baela shakes her head, not looking up from her magazine.

“Not yet, she’ll be here soon.”

“Silk Street,” Aemond says.

Baela’s head snaps up. The fucking strip club. She meets Aemond’s eye, his expression nonchalant. Baela’s mouth twists into anger as she turns her head to look at Aegon, who now sits on the edge of the stage with his head in his hands.

Baela rises from the couch, moving towards him.

“You piece of shit,” she says, curling her magazine and reeling backward, ready to strike him.

Aemond is quicker. He sprints forward grabbing her wrist, and twisting her away from his brother.

“I know,” Aegon moans looking up, eyes glassy, “you should fucking let her.”

“Let me go!” Baela says, tugging free from Aemond.

Luke enters from the other room, hearing the commotion. His eyes widen as he sees Aegon and takes in the scene in front of him.

“Leave her alone!” Luke says, moving to stand between Baela and Aemond.

Aemond looks at Luke incredulously.

“Fuck off,” Aemond says pushing Luke away from him.

Jace enters next with Helaena, watching as Luke stumbles backward. Helaena’s face crumples in confusion at the scene, as Baela grabs a vase attempting the launch it at Aegon. Helaena dashes forward, hands around the glass as Baela struggles against her grip.

“Stop!” Jace says coming to his brother’s aid, and pushing Aemond in the chest.

Aemond smiles at him, as though he was waiting for an excuse to release his frustration on the brothers. He pushes Jace who falls to the floor.

Luke moves to get towards Aemond once more, and Aegon leaps from the stage, grabbing Luke by the scruff of the neck and slamming him against the body of the piano.

“Aegon, stop!” Rhaena says as she enters the room amidst the chaos.

Baela stands between Jace and Aemond, as they continue to taunt each other.

You are the last to arrive, hurrying faster down the hallway at the sound of yelling. Your eyes widen at the fighting.

“Aegon!” you yell, running over to pull him off of Luke.

“Stop! Everyone stop it!” Baela shouts, as Otto Hightower enters the room and everyone falls silent.

Otto has that energy about him, his presence like a soothing balm on a burn. Aemond stands straighter immediately, Aegon backing up a few paces. Luke rubs his jaw which now glows red.

“Hardly the behavior of professionals,” Otto says in a chilling voice, “let alone a family.”

“Sorry,” Jace mutters, looking towards the floor.

Rhaena grabs your hand, directing you towards the sofa. Helaena is the only one who approaches Otto, arms open to embrace him.

“Thanks for coming,” she says, voice dreamlike, holding none of the stress that the room holds.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Otto tells her, “and it needs to be done quickly. I don’t want any more fighting. Nothing that delays this being completed, is that clear?”

Aegon cracks his jaw, his eyes half-lidded as he nods. Aemond jerks his head in a quick nod. Jace is glaring at Aemond, but nods as well, his younger brother following his example.

“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, putting a finger under Helaena’s chin.

She smiles at him, a whimsical expression on her face. Her smile isn’t a happy one, it is rather melancholic.

“Of course,” Helaena murmurs, and Otto walks by her, to stand in front of Aegon.

Aegon does not meet his gaze, looking anywhere but Otto. Otto looks down at him, taking in Aegon’s disheveled state. He can smell the lingering booze, see the glitter that speckles his flesh like small diamonds catching the light. Even from across the room you notice the fresh hickies that adorn Aegon’s neck causing your stomach to turn.

Otto makes a face of disgust before speaking.

“And you,” he says, looking at the man in front of him.

Aegon lifts his red-rimmed eyes towards his grandfather. Otto reaches a hand out, fingers brushing against Aegon’s swollen cheekbone. Aegon winces at his touch.

“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, his voice eerily calm. Aegon’s lower lip trembles, but he nods all the same.

“Aegon, Helaena, come with me,” Otto says, starting towards the door, “I want recordings of isolated vocals, and the rest of the band ready to record in two hours.”

He stops at the door.

“707 King’s Road. Two hours,” Otto finishes, signaling to Aegon and Helaena.

Helaena hurriedly collects her notebooks and pens, shoving them into her canvas tote. Aegon looks towards you, his eyes glassy as he meets your furious expression. He’s cheated. Again. Well is it really cheating at this point?

In your mind you have broken up, but Aegon was still running around under the impression that you are still a couple. Do you even have a leg to stand on? You did give Cregan your number. You don’t even know what to say at this point, but luckily you don’t have to. Helaena moves toward her brother, lacing her fingers through his.

“Okay?” she asks, searching the face of her elder brother.

“Uh-huh,” Aegon says, as she begins to lead him from the room. And then they are gone.

The room is silent for a moment. Baela looks at you, as Rhaena moves towards Luke.

“Shit, Luke, your face,” she says, bringing a hand to touch his swollen jaw. Luke flinches, but lets her examine him.

“His fucking fault,” he snaps, glaring at Aemond.

Aemond tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for a reason to continue fighting.

“He was attacking Baela!” Luke continued, and Aemond moves towards him.

“Stop it!” Baela shouts, commanding the attention of the room, “no one attacked me. I attacked Aegon if anything.”

“Aegon?” you say, speaking for the first time since arriving, “why?”

Baela looks at you, before her eyes briefly glance at Aemond. You turn to face him.

“What?” you question.

You hate feeling like there is a secret in the room that everyone is aware of but you. Aemond meets your eyes but doesn’t say anything. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“He was at Silk Street,” Baela says reluctantly, “that’s where he was all night.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, an aching numbness settling deep within your bones. You can’t do this. You can’t do this anymore.

“I’m going home,” you announce, heading for the door.

“I’ll come with you,” Baela says, hurrying after you.

“No, Bae its okay,” you tell her, “go help them get ready. I’ll just be at the apartment.”

“Are you sure? Rhae and I-”

“I just need some time alone,” you tell her, “I’ll be okay. Promise.”

Baela nods, but lets you go. Jace comes up behind her as you leave through the door.

“She’ll be okay,” Jace says, rubbing her shoulders.

Baela nods, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Aemond is still glaring at Luke who now sits on the stage as Rhaena presses an icepack against his chin.

You don’t speak to Aegon for a few days. Not that you’d get far. Otto probably has him locked in the recording box until getting the perfect take.

You always knew the feud was serious when Rhaenyra went solo, but now with an actual album in the works blood was bound to be spilt. Otto would keep Dracarys in the studio all night if it meant getting the song recorded before Rhaenyra.

It wasn’t all bad. You needed some time to think, to really wrack your head for what you wanted. It was good to spend time at your old apartment, your old room. It made your head clearer. So when Aegon finally texted you, you knew what you had to do.

The studio was quiet when you arrived, save for the soft strumming of a guitar. You found Aegon sitting on the couch, fingers strumming his guitar, softly singing to himself. His eyes lit up when you walked into the room.

“Hey,” he says, placing the guitar to the side.

“Hey,” you answer, coming to sit beside him.

You suddenly wish you had changed your mind about what to wear. You wanted to look nice, so you had settled with a dress, with black tights covering your legs. The weather was getting colder and you were grateful for the warmth they provided. But you notice Aegon’s eyes roam up your legs, and worry for a moment you’ll simply forgive him, straddling him on the couch.

“How’s the album coming?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence.

“A fucking nightmare,” Aegon laughs, “but we did it, we recorded it all. Without killing each other.”

You smile at that. You always wanted the band to succeed.

“Otto’s throwing a party to celebrate, at the Dragonpit,” Aegon tells you.

Your eyes widen at that. The Dragonpit is a huge club, for really fancy patrons. Rich mafia dudes, as Baela would say.

“That’s really cool, Aeg,” you tell him and you mean it. You truly are happy for him.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N),” Aegon says with tears in his eyes, “I don’t know why I keep fucking up, but I do.”

Your eyes fill with tears. At least Aegon knows where this is headed.

“I really did love you,” Aegon tells you, his smile half-hearted.

You find your lip trembling.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone properly,” he admits, slowly finding the words, “but I tried my best.”

You run your hand through his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead. Aegon closes his eyes at your touch.

Now is the moment. You could stay. You have done it before. You could lean into the man in front of him, soothing him. Wipe the tears from his face. Hold him in your arms and cradle him until he falls asleep.

But you are tired. And you want to go home. The resistance falls from your limbs, a tension you were only partially consciously aware of leaves you. You sigh deeply, giving him a sad smile.

“I know you did,” you tell him. Aegon’s eyes are glassy as he studies your face. As you step away from him. You are diverging from the path he is familiar with.

“I loved you too,” you whisper.

Aegon nods, his lips downturned.

“Do you want to come with me?” you ask, more out of courtesy than thinking he will agree.

He shakes his head.

“Nah,” he says, forcing a smile, “I think I’m gonna crash here for the night. Don’t want to be late for rehearsal in the morning.”

“Okay,” you tell him, getting up from the sofa to leave.

“Friday night,” he calls, “you’re still my date. For the party.”

You smile sadly at him.

“You sure you want me there?”

“Of course I do. You’re a part of this too.”

“Okay. I’ll be there,” you tell him, causing him to smile.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye Aegon.”

You cry the entire ride home. You didn’t think you would, but as you sat behind the wheel it was as though a dam broke lose and everything came crashing down. But at the same time, the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders.

You don’t know what made you drive to Aegon’s apartment.You just want this to be over, grab what remains of your things and quietly disappear from his life. You stayed in your car several minutes after you parked before heading up the apartment.

The lights are off when you enter the apartment, save for the light above the stove that is seemingly always on. There are muffled voices from down the hall, a giggle. As you close the door behind you, you hear the voices from Aemond’s room go silent.

Shit.

You had hoped he wasn’t home. You don’t need more humiliation that comes with packing what little things you have left here.

You walk slowly, the baseboards creaking under your foot. You hear Aemond’s bedroom door open.

Fuck.

You look up from the floor, wincing. Your embarrassed expression soon fades to one of shock as Rhaena walks towards you from the hall.

She is smiling brightly, wearing one of Aemond’s shirts. You know it's his, you’ve seen him wear it. It falls past her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs bare.

“Hey Y/N,” she says, voice shaking, trying to appear nonchalant. She bites her bottom lip, widening her eyes as if to say finally.

You can’t seem to find your voice as she collects her purse and slips on her shoes.

“I’ll call you later, yeah?” she says, tossing her locs over her shoulder. Her cheeks are rosy, lips bruised. She places a hand to her mouth, blowing you a quick kiss before scurrying out the door. You watch the door close behind her, lips still parted in shock.

You turn back towards the hall. Aemond has exited his room, standing shirtless in the hallway. His dark gray sweats hang low on his hips, displaying the sharp v-line that disappears below his waistline.

“Seriously?” you tell him, finding your voice at last, “Rhaena? Aemond come on.”

His tongue pokes at his cheek, as he watches you. His sapphire eye catches the light from the kitchen, sending geometric shapes on the wall.

“She really likes you, you prick,” you tell him, anger coursing through your veins, heating your face.

The sadness and hurt that had been in your entire being moments ago has been replaced with white hot rage.

“So?” he says, strolling into the kitchen, and grabbing a glass. He fills it with water and takes a sip before meeting your eyes.

“So?” you imitate him, head tilting to the side, “so this is going to crush her.”

You can’t believe the nerve he has, to stand there so calmly. He exhales, lips turning into a smile as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, silver hair cascading down his back.

“She’s single, I’m single,” he says, no growls, at you, “it's not a big fucking deal.”

“It is a big deal Aemond,” you say, voice increasing in volume, “Fuck. Why would you do that?”

You always knew Aemond wasn’t the nicest person, but part of you hoped deep down he had some sense of empathy. Especially since he brushed Rhaena off all these years. You thought he understood her feelings for him. A thought rushes to your mind.

“You did this because of Luke,” you told him, and he placed his glass on the counter, resting his hands against the edge. The muscles in his back ripple as his hair falls over his face.

You felt your shoulders relax, knowing your realization is correct. What an asshole.

“You’re gonna mess with Rhaena’s head, just to fuck with Luke?” you ask him, running a hand through your hair. Aemond says nothing, just taps his long fingers against the counter.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you want to keep yelling at him. You want a reaction from him, some remorse, something besides that cold look, “you really are heartless.”

Aemond turns his head to you, purple and sapphire eye aglow with anger. He pushes off the counter, striding towards you.

“Go to bed, Y/N,” he says in a voice dripping with disdain, “you’re not my friend, you’re not my girlfriend. Stop acting like one.”

Your nostrils flare with anger and you swear you see red. You step closer to him, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your chests almost touching.

“Rhaena is my friend,” you tell him, voice low in warning.

You stare at each other for a beat, neither moving nor backing down. Gods you fucking hate him. At least ending things with Aegon means you never have to interact with Aemond Targaryen ever again.

“Go to bed,” he repeats, voice dripping with hostility, as you shake your head.

“I’m not staying.”

A flicker of confusion dances across his sharp features.

“Why?”

“We broke up,” you tell him, and continue before he can argue, “really. Like for good this time.”

Aemond stays eerily still. His eye searches your face, taking in the look of acceptance that follows the words you speak.

“So after the party, you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” you tell him, the bitterness evident in your voice.

You look away first. Who cares about this stupid stalemate anymore? You’re so done with Targaryen men. You turn on your heel prepared to leave the kitchen when Aemond speaks.

“You know what I think?” he says softly, and you look at him once more.

He wets his lips, a muscle in his jaw twitching. You wait for him to speak, anticipation causing your skin to blossom with goosebumps.

“I don’t think you’re mad I fucked Rhaena,” he tells you and you shake your head, opening your mouth to argue, your eyes narrowing.

Of course that’s why you are mad, what is he talking about?

“I think you’re mad I didn’t fuck you,” he says slowly.

Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the air evaporates from your lungs. Your heart beats erratically in your chest and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. Aemond’s eyes light up as you fail to answer, the beginning of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re jealous,” he practically purrs, as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, flooding them with color.

The air in the kitchen feels so hot, it’s as though it is melting the flesh from your bones. You’re not jealous, why would you be jealous? No, no that doesn’t make any sense. He’s just saying that to mess with you, to make you confused.

“Fuck you,” you whisper, still frozen to the spot.

Your chest heaves with your breath. There is a look in Aemond’s eye, reminiscent of a rabid dog.

“I didn’t sleep with Rhaena,” he tells you and you blink in surprise.

Your heart nearly stops beating.

“What?”

“We made out,” he admits, grinning smugly as he shrugs, “she wanted to be more comfortable so I gave her my shirt.”

The nerves you felt a moment ago are replaced by fury yet again. He tricked you, and now he has humiliated you. In the neverending battle between you and Aemond, it appears Aemond has finally won. His smile is triumphant as he takes in your reaction.

You clench your jaw, preparing yourself for being the butt of the joke, before rolling your eyes at him.

“You are such a dick,” you tell him, your tone defeated as you turn away from him in surrender.

Aemond reaches out, grabs your arm, and forces you to face him.

“Oh, fuck off-” you begin to say when he presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is brief and sears your lips. You pull away immediately, staring at him, eyes wide. Aemond stares back at you, not releasing your arm.

Holy shit.

Your lips tingle and you don’t let your thoughts catch up with you as you lean forward, crashing your lips to his again. You throw your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you as he molds his mouth over yours.

His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You scrape your nails against the nape of his neck, securing his mouth to yours. Aemond turns his head, deepening the kiss as his hot tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you against the counter, caging you against it with his hips.

A soft wine leaves your throat, swallowed by Aemond’s pouty lips, as you feel the hardness between his legs push against you. Aemond’s hands move to cup under your ass, squeezing harshly as he lifts you with ease onto the counter.

He brings his hands between you both, slender fingers pushing your thighs open. You wrap your legs around his waist as he does, your legs a vice around him. His fingers stroke the fabric of your tights, right against your most sensitive spot, before hooking onto the material and tearing them at the seam.

He fucking ripped your stockings holy shit.

Aemond continues kissing you relentlessly as he does so, its a desperate mess of clashing tongues and teeth. You nip at his lower lip earning a groan from him that only encourages you further. You move your hands from his hair, pulling down his sweatpants at the waist. You feel his freed cock, hot and heavy against your hand.

Your eyes flutter open then, as you take him in your hand, shamefully impressed at the generous length and girth. Aemond meets your eyes, violet eye half-lidded, lips bruised from kissing. He releases a moan as you pump your hand around him, stroking his thick length once, twice.

You barely think, mind clouded with lust as you guide him towards your throbbing center. Aemond’s nimble fingers loop through your lace underwear, pulling it to the side. You feel the fat head of his cock kiss between your slick lower lips, before he pushes into you.

A strangled moan escapes your lips at the delicious stretch Aemond’s cock gives you. Delirious with the feeling of him splitting you open, you choose to ignore the smug grin that appears on his face as he bottoms out in your warm cunt. You can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction in the way his mouth drops open as your cunt pulsates, clenching around him.

The way Aemond and you fuck is just like when you’re fighting one another. There is no time for being gentle. After a moment of adjusting Aemond pulls out, snapping his hips back into you again, again, and again. All you can do is hold onto him as he pounds into you, the edge of the counter biting into your lower back. Your fingers claw at him, surely drawing blood with how hard they scrape against the planes of his shoulders. Aemond’s mouth finds the junction of your shoulder and neck, and he sucks harshly on the skin.

You can’t help the pathetic whimpers and cries that leave you at his merciless pace, at the way he keeps one hand wrapped around your thigh keeping you spread open against him. He keeps his other hand around your neck, long fingers curling around your throat. He lifts his face from your neck, watching his cock slide effortlessly in and out, coated in your arousal. Aemond blinks to look up at you, drinking in the hedonistic expression on your face.

Every drive of his hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the head of his cock rubbing against the spongy spot within you that makes stars appear in your eyes. Holy fuck you hadn’t been fucked like this in forever. Maybe ever at all.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Aemond growls, hand squeezing against your throat.

The loss of air makes your head spin, as Aemond continues his vigorous strokes. The apartment is silent aside from the lewd, wet slapping noises that echo throughout the kitchen.

His pace never relents, even as he releases your throat and forces his fingers through your parted lips into your warm mouth. He groans as you suck the lengthy digits, before removing them from your mouth and bringing them to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit. A pleasurable juxtaposition to the brutal pace of his cock.

You feel your lower stomach tighten, a wave of pleasure beginning to crest within you. Your fingers desperately claw at his bicep.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you squeak, a breathy desperate moan. You bite your lip, stifling the next moan that manages to slip through; it comes out as a broken sob. Aemond raises an eyebrow at you, a cocky lopsided grin appearing on his face.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.

God, you want to smack that stupid self-indulgent look off his face.

But he feels so fucking good inside you, working you closer and closer toward your orgasm. It's like he knows exactly how to touch you like he’s been thinking of touching you like this and preparing for the moment he does. His free hand tangles in your hair, tugging your neck backward and making you look towards the ceiling. Aemond licks a hot path up your throat, before biting harshly on your ear.

With a strangled cry, your pussy clenches around his cock, and the world around shatters, bathing you in white hot pleasure. Aemond hums against your neck, as his thrusts become sloppier. As his pace begins to slow, you feel him release inside of you, hot spurts of his cum painting your inner walls as you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Thank god you're on birth control.

You feel Aemond’s hand release from your hair, your neck relaxing. You drop your hands from his back as he rests his forehead against yours. You swallow, trying to regulate your breathing that leaves your lips in pants. Aemond releases his hands from you, pulling his softening cock from within you, clutching the counter so hard his knuckles turn white.

You feel despairingly empty as he unsheaths himself from your warmth, breath catching when he is fully parted from you. Aemond and you lock eyes, your cheeks beginning to flush as you come down from your respective highs. Warmth trickles down your between your thighs, as your place your shaky legs on the ground.

You just slept with Aemond Targaryen.

Shit.

Aegon’s fucking brother. Your heart drops.

Shit.

Rhaena.

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jarofstyles · 8 months

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FICTOBER DAY 7- I Wish This Could Last Forever

Fictober Prompts/Masterlist

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Ouchies... I got in my feelings

WC- 800

Warnings- mention of death/dying, vampires, blood etc

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Harry watched the human sleeping in his arms, his chest feeling like it could disintegrate any moment.

If his heart could still beat, he would be worried about it breaking.

He knew he had to leave someday. He knew that this warm bundle of sweet, soft human would begin to age and question why he didn’t. The longer they spent together, the easier to spot his quirks. The closer they got, the more she would notice, the more that she would begin to bond to him. The sips he took from her were enough to sustain him, but for how long? How long could he go without a proper feed?

He knew his intentions were selfish. He had never had a problem being a selfish creature for all two hundred and forty years that his feet had been walking around the earth, and yet.. A silly, simply little human had tilted his world on its axis. Her soft breathing puffing against his neck making him bound to the moment, her fists curled around his shirt as her leg was tangled in his own. Trusting him, this monster of a creature, with her safety. Her body. Her blood. Something in her told her to go against instinct, if she even had any, and hand herself over to the very thing she should be running away from.

The mere thought of her running away from him in terror ripped him apart.

He had been biding his time for a while, and knew that he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye. His own throat welled up in a lump at the idea of her hating him for all her life once he left her, leaving a note explaining that their time had been fun but he had to move on or move for a business trip. He’d have to make her hate him, because this tenacious little human would scour the earth to find him.

Her fiery ways despite her soft demeanor always brought a smile to his face. When she was determined to have something, to see something, she would do it. Sometimes she unknowingly put herself in danger and he had to wonder how she had managed to get on without him before- and it twinged his stomach. How would she get on without him?

His thoughts always turned to her deserving better. If she wanted children, the picket fence, the dogs, the familial dream that everyone spoke about. He could never provide that. The most he could do was be a decent partner, at least trying his very best now despite their undefined relationship. It was clear there was love between them.

Just how much, though, Harry kept under wraps.

How could he let her know that he counted her breaths when she slept? How he hurt every time he thought about having to move from this place and exist without her? How she had become such a staple in his daily life, that he couldn’t go to the store without thinking about what she would like or scoff at. She had somehow, some way, engrained herself in his very being without his permission. Oddly enough? He felt okay with it.

He’s had entanglements with humans before. He drank from them when they were in the midst of orgasm, taking what he could without harming, and moved on before the sun rose to try and find someone else. Being a creature like him, sex and blood were the mainstays of the life he was unliving. Y/N had been a one nighter that he couldn’t drag himself away from. They’d met unconventionally, something off his normal routine and had taken him off guard. Somehow it had turned into this.

Cradling her warm body to his own, the thick blankets on his bed covering them up as he ran his fingers over her back. The city noises and her breathing were a background for the steady heartbeat, only wobbling when he shifted and she clung back to him. His own personal slice of heaven, having her seek him out when he was living in a monotonous hell. Every day had been so black and white before his little human had shattered the glass and threw color on every surface.

She would always be his favorite memory, his biggest love, and his hardest regret.

“I wish this could last forever.” His voice was too quiet even for her to hear, kissing over the top of her head a few times. “I would keep you for longer than that.”

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watermelonlovershigh · 2 years

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Can you do one where u finger subrry and he cums so hard and gets embarrassed😍😍😍

Subrry Gets Embarrassed After First Anal Experience (SMUT)

AN: this will be my last fic post for a while because i'm going off to stay with my dad for Thanksgiving and then i start my new job very soon. so enjoy!!!

This story contains: sub/dom relationship, male anal fingering, jerking off a cock, mentions of pegging, a bit of subspace, slight embarrassment, fluffy aftercare

{ boyfriendrry - subrry - any harry era you want to imagine - softrry }

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You finger Harry for the first time and after coming harder then he ever has before, he gets embarrassed and you have to comfort him.

You and Harry just recently started to get into the sub / dom roles during sex. It started when you noticed Harry really feeding into the more submissive role, almost as if he was craving to be in that role, and a few days later you suggested trying it out.

Neither of you wanted to do anything too kinky. Just maybe use some fluffy handcuffs, an eye mask, and of course sex toys. You asked Harry if he ever wanted to try anal because as far as you were aware he'd never done that. Even if he was more naturally submissive, it didn't have to mean he wanted butt stuff and you'd be okay with that.

But without hesitation Harry told you he REALLY wanted to. He was just nervous and wanted to take it slow. To build up to actual full on pegging. So that's how you ended up here. Harry on his back with his legs spread wide, hips raised by a pillow, and your lubed up fingers thrusting in and out of his ass hole. It felt super weird for Harry at first but now the pleasure was kicking in.

Harry had never felt anything like this before. It felt amazing and he could already tell he'll get addicted to the feeling of being full. "Feel good, my baby boy?" you question your boyfriend in a gentle manner. You were definitely a nice dom and Harry liked that. Your gentle but sometimes demanding manner made him feel safe and loved while being in such a vulnerable position.

"Yeah, s'good." Harry replies with a bit of a slur. You could tell that once he came that he'd be gone. Gone as in his head would be empty and his body would feel weightless. You kept a steady pace with your slippery fingers while taking your left hand and starting to stroke his cock. "Ahhhh!" he gasps loudly.

His cock is so much more sensitive than it normally is and he assumes its from the anal fingering being done. You have little practice when it comes to a male anus so you have no clue where his prostate even is. But when you thrust your fingers particularly hard and Harry's whole body reacts you reckon you may have found it.

After finding his prostate, Harry's been on the brink of orgasm ever since. His eyes are screwed shut. His hands are gripping the sheets. His mouth is parted and a continuous string of moans come out his throat. His toes are curling. You just keep your steady rhythm with your fingers and the hand jerking his dick off.

Though he already feels so floaty and not one hundred percent there, Harry still manages to ask permission to come. "Can.... can I come? Please...?"

Seeings as his body is slowly losing self control, you don't want to make him wait or edge him tonight. So gently you answer, "Go on. Come for me, baby." As soon as the words left your mouth and Harry knew it was safe to let go, he did just that. And he let go hard.

His whole body starts flailing around out of his control. Shaking tremors course through his body. Harry releases spurt after spurts of cum all over his belly and your fist. More than you'd ever seen him ejaculate ever before. His jaw is slack with a parted mouth. Mumbled words are being said but you can't really understand.

When you finally stop your fingers from fucking into him and you slowly release his softening cock from your hand, you sit there and look in awe of your boyfriend. His breathing is very harsh as he tries to come back to earth from that mind shattering orgasm. Harry has never came so hard in his life.

You carefully retract your fingers from his bum hole and Harry lets out a sigh of discomfort. Now he just feels empty. While he lays there reeling the after effects of coming so hard, you get out of bed to grab a damp washcloth so you can began to clean him up.

When you enter back into the bedroom with the cloth in hand, you notice Harry slowly coming to again. His eyes are fluttering open and he follows your every move with glossy eyes. But something you notice that is odd is how he's not said a word. Almost like he's too exhausted to even speak. Or some other reason that you aren't aware of yet.

You climb back on the bed and settle between Harry's legs, where you'd sat just minutes prior. You take the wet cloth and gently began to wipe off the sticky cum from his tummy and some that got into his trimmed pubes. (you'd washed your hand while in the bathroom.) His eyes stay following your actions while his voice stays non existent.

Then you run the cloth down between his spread cheeks to wipe off the messy lube that's coating his hole. You're gonna have to do some research on how to remove lube from inside the anus because you're unsure if the remnants of the product is that safe to leave inside.

Finally deciding to break the silence, you ask Harry, "You feeling alright? A bit quiet, aren't you." Harry trails his vision from your hands to your eyes and let the words you'd spoke sink into his brain. His brain is a bit slower then usual but he's finally coming back more and more and is able to understand you.

Hesitantly, Harry replies with a hoarse voice, "Ju... just embarrassed." His admission is slightly confusing to you. Why would he be embarrassed. He did nothing to be embarrassed about.

"H, what on earth do you mean? Why are you embarrassed? You did nothing to ensue embarrassment." you speak back calmly. He's never been embarrassed after sex or sexual acts before. Maybe it has to do with this being the first time you'd tried anything anal.

Sitting up on his shaking elbows, Harry explains, "It's just, I came so hard and....... and I feel like I looked a mess. I was a mess. Don't really remember much 'cause I think I blacked out or whatever but, it probably wasn't a very pretty sight." You want to laugh at his confession because to you it's so silly. But you'd never laugh when he's speaking with such vulnerability in his words.

You toss the dirtied cloth on the floor beside the bed and crawl up Harry's body, straddling his tummy. (you were wet from arousal but also dried yourself off in the bathroom.) Then you lean down and cradle his jaw in your hands softly.

"Harry, I've seen you come hundreds of times. You've seen me come hundreds of times. Just because we added a bit of anal doesn't mean anything different. I mean I could tell you came pretty hard, maybe harder than you've ever came before but you looked amazing as ever. I'd never judge you for how you looked while having an orgasm. Your body wasn't much in control so you had no way of trying to appear as if you were experiencing any less pleasure than you really were. Alright, no need to be embarrassed. I love you, baby." you ramble and when you finish speaking, lean down to kiss his lips softly.

"Okay," Harry says whispers, "can you cuddle me now. S'tired."

You lean back up and reply, "'Course I'll cuddle you, baby. Just let me turn the lights off and grab you some water." You get back off the bed and make a quick trip down stairs to grab Harry a glass of water. Then you come back up and turn the lights off except for the one lamp beside the bed. You help Harry sit up and hold the glass for him to sip on the cool water and he hums from the soothing it does for his scratchy throat.

Once Harry's done drinking the water you peel the covers back and help him get tucked in under the duvet. Then you reach off to the side to turn the last lamp off before turning back around. "Can you spoon me, please?" Harry asks of you. He's still feeling quite subby and just needs you to hold him.

"Yeah baby, turn around." you instruct and Harry turns around so you can scoot up to his back and hold him close to your chest. You're both still naked because you couldn't bother searching for clothes and honestly you both love feeling that skin to skin contact while sleeping.

While your naked breasts are pressed into Harry's back and your arms are securely around his body, the blankets up high to the tops of your shoulders, you both start to drift off to sleep. You're both exhausted and know you'll sleep good tonight.

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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I HAVE RETURNED TO BE YOUR VERY ANNOYING BOYFRIEND AGAIN:

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

with marc spector uwu

Title: Hands Meant For Love

Pairing: Marc Spector x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: ❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ / ❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜ [Prompts from this list!]

Warnings: NSFW, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Bondage, Touch-Starved Marc Spector, Blow Jobs, Sex (no description for genitals)

[MINORS DNI]

A/N: I adore him so much, and he deserves to be showered in so much love! Do I know what the word ‘drabble’ means– obviously not.

Marc Spector fears his hands.

There are some nights when he’s staring off, lost in past memories– he sees red. A dark rich red plastered over his palms, coating them like paint. Reminding himself of the tangy iron smell is enough to make his skin crawl, the little hairs on his neck sticking up; it makes him nauseous.

It's not hard to see the guns or the knives they’ve held; the dirt, sand, and blood scrawled underneath his nails. The longer he looks, all he can see are his failures and mistakes.

Marc Spector hates his hands.

It’s no surprise to you how he keeps his distance. How even though you’re in love with them, his wall was still kept high. How any and all touches were short and precise; not allowing himself to enjoy your full affections or show his own that much. It hurt to watch him torture himself; you were willing to give him the world if he asked. It hurt to see the lingering looks, how he forced his hands to stay at his side, his chest rising and falling sharply.

There were times however, like this one, were he simply couldn’t put away.

Where you’re tugged gently onto his lap, hands kneading eagerly over your hips and thighs as he kisses you like you’re the last thing on earth. Your fingers threaded through his dark curls, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat. Chest to chest, you can feel his heart beating rapidly, picking up speed with every slow roll of your hips. The warmth between you both is electrifying, the hunger in the pit of your stomach growing stronger and you can’t help but slide your hands under his shirt. He shakes, letting out small gasp out against your lips which you take full advantage of, kissing him deeply. You feel his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, dancing over the fabric and making you needier. When they finally dipped under, you moaned out wantonly, shuddering from his warm finger tips; his fingers stroking over your skin in all the right ways.

And then he froze; his whole body going frigid right against yours.

“Marc?” you call softly, peering carefully at him; his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Sorry, I can’t, I just–” a soft curse leaves him as pulls away from your touch.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you’re quick to move off of him to give him space, settling near it’s okay.”

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“What?”

“What if I hurt you?” his voice cracks, soft and broken; ashamed and apologetic as he hangs his head; shattering your heart. With the utmost care, you cupped his face, turning it back in your direction.

“You won’t hurt me, sweetheart.” you promised, watching as he struggled to control his fear.

“You never could hurt me, Marc.” you firm up your voice slightly, brushing your fingers over his cheeks as you stare at his somber face. He’s tight lipped and his eyes are glossy as he nods and you see right through it.

He’s unconvinced.

You bite back all the reassurances you want to say to him, knowing they’d do no good if he was already skeptical. You could save those for another time.

“We don’t have to do anything else tonight, sweetheart,” you smile softly, “can I hold you– is that okay?” it took him a few moments to register your words, before he nods again, beckoning him forward as you lay back. He tucks himself under your chin, keeping his hands on the bed while you wrapped your arms around him; keeping it loose just incase he needed to move.

And that is where it end.

You had spent a few weeks dwelling on what you could do to ease his fears of touching you. It was painful to see him so defeated by his demons, you refused to let him suffer any longer. Nearly three weeks after that incident, your idea was simple and more than sufficient. You give it another week, making sure he’s feeling more comfortable before you enact your plan.

It starts the same, as always.

Sweet soft kisses, pressed against each cheek, his jaw and then his neck before pressing them delicately against his. Even though you can feel the small tension in his kisses, he’s more relaxed than you would have thought he would be. You carefully guide him onto the bed, straddling his lap once his back hits the cushiony mattress. Taking your time, you let your tongue explore his mouth, rubbing over his chest with your free; humming delightfully when his hands end up on your hips. Kissing him for a few minutes longer, you pull away, tugging him to sit up with you before helping him out of his shirt. You could already feel the anxiety running through him again but this time you, kiss his lips softly, again and again until he calms down.

“I have something for you,” you murmur against his lips, feeling the sharp quiet gasp he let out. Grinning madly, you pull away, reaching into it and pulling out a satin black ribbon.You observe his curious look, gauging for any sort of resistance but there was only yearning in those eyes.

“May I?” you gesture toward his arms and he gives them up freely. Swiftly, you bind his wrists together, purposely keeping it loose enough for him to have some wiggle room and pull free if he wanted to. In truth, you knew he could break free whenever he felt like it but that wasn’t the point of this.

“You can make them tighter,” he whispers against your temple; you look up at him.

“They’re tight enough, sweetheart,” you smile brightly, kissing each bound wrist, “let me take care of you.” you whispered against his knuckles, watching his lips part for a second before they shut again and he nodded.

You shuck off your own shirt, beaming at the way he eyes never leave your body as you slide down to your knees. Leaning over, you undo his pants, letting your hand rub freely over his bulge. The loud moan is music to your ears as you continue to stroke his cock. His sounds echo all over the room and without wasting anymore time, you pull him free and swallow him down. He throws his head back in pleasure, whining as you started to bob up and down; his hands still bound and tucked to his chest. You keep an even pace, occasionally licking over his tip and stroking his shaft as you go and Marc falls apart. He barely looks down for a second, catching you staring right back up at him.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. He can’t take his eyes off you, watching you take him in your mouth; the knot in his stomach growing tighter.

“Fuck baby, p-please,” shuddering, he reaches down, splaying both hands over the back of your head, applying very little pressure. You hum excitedly, a deeper moan leaving him and before he realizes he’s spilling down the back of your throat. You pull off with a quiet pop, letting out a little yelp as he pulled you back up; kissing you hungrily. A part of you wants to celebrate, knowing he chose to break free but the kiss is far too sloppy for you to have any coherent words. He devours your mouth and you can tell he enjoys tasting himself on your tongue.

“Baby,” he whines, fiddling with your pants; the worry in his voice, creeping in.

“Please, please, please, touch me sweetheart,” it’s not a beg that’s leaving your lips, no, this was your desire through and through; your need for him.

And he accepts it.

He accepts his own need for you.

With no more free, he switches your positions; yanking off your own pants and underwear. He shimmies his pants and boxers down to his thighs; settling between your legs. He strokes himself, teasing the tip of his cock right against your hole, making you whine out instantly.

“Marc,” is the last little encouragement he needs, before he presses inside; both of your moans bouncing off of each other. He keeps a steady pace, fucking into you with such love, your heart wants to leap out of your chest. He leans down to kiss you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as sounds of bliss and praise fly past your lips. It doesn’t last for long, both of you too worked up for your own good, but it’s the best thing either of you have experienced. Your orgasms blend together, as neither of you stop rocking against each other until it’s all done.

He drops gently on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a smile you’re sure reflects your own. You rub soft circles over his sweat covered back, nuzzling into his hair as your eyes get heavier.

If moments like this could be more often, you really would give him the world.

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littlegodzilla · 2 years

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This is my rpf norman request.

This would take place before TWD, back when our man was making B-movies of questionable quality. Reader (plus size please? 🙏) plays his bff in the movie. Norman's character has a love interest played by a typical bombshell actress. However, when the director notices that Reader and Norman have earth-shattering chemistry, the director decides to rewrite the script. Instead of the bombshell actress the hired for the role, Reader will be Norman's love interest. This saves the production money since they can fire that actress (poor thing).

Some possible plot points (optional)

both the reader and norman are struggling actors (this way norman doesn't have any "star power" over the production, nor any power over the reader)

movie involves reader's first sex scene, so she needs practice. norman is happy to oblige--he's had a lot of experience with his modeling, after all

or maybe he wants to practice (just to spend more time with her)

either way, norman is instantly ENAMORED with her.

maybe some marketing exec comes to set and complains about reader not being thin? but then the director says 'just look at them together' and reader and norman are taking a break in a corner staring at each other and/or flirting or smth? and it is just captivating to watch them connect.

love confessions, please?

smut is encouraged, but entirely optional

okay i have other more plotty ideas that i will keep to myself (unless you force them out of me) i cannot find the bravery in my heart to write rpf, so I come to you, a hero among us.

(feel free to turn this into a fic exchange, and I'll write Daryl/JohnRollins/Murphy fic for you)

Hi honey!!

Well well thanks for you request! I really loved to write it and all the details you gave me helped me so much. If you some day find the courage to write about Norman I will love to read it!

I hope you'll like it!!

Everybody enjoy!!

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My big girl.

Young Norman Reedus(34) x Plus Size!Reader(29).

Requested by: @minervadashwood

Warnings: Fluff. Confessions. Smut (sorry you know i like to write it🤣). Blonde Norman. Not Canon of Norman's films.

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Words: 5200.

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You're so excited. Your smile doesn't fade as you walk briskly through the city streets. It's been about a month since you auditioned for a movie. You have always loved acting, since you were a child it has helped you stay away from the abuse of the world. You have always been a girl with a difficult body, too far away from the canons that society thought were the right ones, too much flesh on your arms, a rounded belly, strong and full legs, but on stage, you could be whoever you wanted, the world disappeared for you.

Of course as time went by you started to ignore all the comments around you, that's who you were, whether people liked it or not.

That was you.

You acted in several plays around town, small roles, perhaps always too far from the spotlight, but each new role swelled your confidence until you dared to audition for a real movie. The refusals were not long in coming 'we're looking for something else' 'you're not exactly what we need' 'you act well, but...' there was always a but in their excuses, which made you smile in a forced way and with a 'thank you' you turned around and left the room without making much noise.

But this time it was different, although they didn't seem convinced, no one used your body as an excuse, they simply told you they would call you and you waited. And there's the result. You would not be the protagonist of the story, they had already chosen an actress for that, but they had liked your performance and wanted you to have the role of the protagonist boy's friend. You had different scenes with him, from what you read in the script when they sent it to you, you had good chemistry, friends for many years, you were his confidant, his support, you were the Stiles of his Scott. You were excited about the idea, because even though you weren't the main character, you wouldn't be in the background without saying anything.

You arrive on set clutching the script in your hands, you're so nervous you feel your heart in your mouth, you've spent all this time learning your lines, you almost know them by heart, you can't wait to get to work. You jump inside your skin when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you discover a boy almost your own age smiling nervously at you.

"Hi, I'm Norman Reedus." He introduces himself by holding out his hand to you. "I play the role of Brian." So he's the lead. He's certainly handsome, with that shot blonde hair, intense blue eyes, a pretty, shy smile, stubble on his goatee and a cute mole over his lip. They've chosen well.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Norman." You shake your hand and introduce yourself. "I'll be playing the role of Mandy."

"Great, I hope I don't screw up, I'm practically new at this..." He apologizes and you laugh shaking your head.

"Don't worry, I've only ever acted in theater, so this is new to me too."

"Really? God, great." He laughs and then shakes his head, waving his hands nervously. "No, I'm not saying it's great that it's your first movie, which it is, but it's just..."

"If we both screw up, it's less humiliating." You joke and he laughs nodding his head.

"Yeah, exactly. I'm selfish, sorry."

"It's okay." You play it down and squeeze your script again between your hands. "I-if you want we can practice the dialogue when we're not recording." You offer seeing him opening his eyes wide.

"You don't mind? I don't want to take you out of your method of concentration or whatever."

"Not at all, it might be fun, so it won't be so weird doing it in front of the cameras."

Norman nods looking at you gratefully. He's clearly feeling a little lost, but you're the same way even though you're trying to hide it.

Shortly after the rest of the cast arrives between the directors, production crew, and all that, the place is filled with people, cables, cameras, it's a bit overwhelming even, but that doesn't take away your illusion. Being the first day you are all updated with everything that involves the recording, schedules that you will follow, the order to record the scenes, they give you keys and directions to a hotel that is not far from there and where you will spend the nights until they finish recording the film.

You rehearse some dialogues, prepare some scenes, but for the moment it's just to get yourselves ready. Your eyes unconsciously search for Norman who is talking to the leading actress, the two seem to get along well, she smiles broadly and Norman moves nervously around her, but he seems flirtatious, you wouldn't really know, you don't have much experience with it. You refocus on your dialogue by repeating the phrases you already know, now that you know what a partner is going to be like, new ideas of how to direct your character pop into your mind.

"Hey, wait." You hear behind your back as you start to gather your things. It's late and tomorrow you start filming in earnest, you turn around to find Norman looking at you. "Are we still on for practicing dialogue together?"

"Sure!" You're surprised by his invitation, but you can't help but smile.

"Perfect, do you want to grab a bite to eat before we head back to the hotel? My treat." He offers you and your smile grows wider.

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To be honest, Norman is quite easy to work with, he's a natural, all that nervousness, that stammering makes him the perfect 'weirdo guy with a lot of problems', like the main character in the movie, so adapting your performance to his is easier than you'd expect. You're not always together, but many nights are spent staying up in your hotel room preparing the upcoming scenes, eating Chinese food, sometimes just relaxing from work and watching a movie until you fall asleep.

"Have you always wanted to be an actress?" He asks you one night when you finish dinner.

"I've always loved acting." You punctuate. "It's special to me, it helps me clear my mind to escape from the outside world..." You give him a sidelong glance and he nods letting you continue. "I guess over time it became a passion, something fun, it's not like I went to acting classes or anything..." You admit blushing and Norman laughs.

"Me neither, we don't do so bad either." He jokes and you let out a chuckle.

"Actually this is the first movie I've been in, I've always been given some excuse about, well... they didn't say it outright, but I was the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, look at me..." You say with a sad smile. "I'm not exactly the prototypical girl you see in the movies."

"What a stupid thing to say." He says sincerely and surprises you. "They missed the opportunity; it's fascinating to watch you act, you love it and it shows... I really like working with you."

You open your eyes wide, but then smile sheepishly nodding your head.

"Thank you..." You whisper feeling your cheeks red, but you're not the only one, Norman is also red as a tomato.

You become friends and the rest of the production is aware of it.

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That morning you arrive late on set. You've spent all night preparing a scene that your character does alone, a little monologue before the end of the movie, nothing transcendental, but you can't give it the focus it deserves and that frustrates you.

When you get to the set all eyes fall on you. You freeze, feeling your cheeks redden, you know you're late, but you didn't expect everyone to be waiting for you. There are looks of surprise and others of disbelief, you frown because you don't know what's going on.

"Did they really fire her for her?" you hear a whisper and your brow furrows even more.

"It sounds like it, maybe they should have fired her, no one wants to see a fat girl on screen." Another whisper and your eyes fill with tears. You want to scream out what's going on, but your voice gets stuck in your throat.

"Hey, you're here." Norman appears in your field of vision, there's a huge smile on his mouth and his eyes sparkle. "Did you fall asleep, sleeping beauty?" He jokes and you feel your cheeks redden violently. A tear escapes your eyes and his smile falters. "Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry... Did something happen?"

"Well, it's crazy, but the producers fired Amy."

"The lead actress? W-why?"

"They said they've rewritten the script, that they have another vision for the movie and they didn't need her." He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck. "You're going to be the lead now." He says excitedly and you're still in shock. "Congratulations, gorgeous." He jokes but you don't even get to laugh. But you do feel your heart pounding when Norman hugs you.

At first you think it was a lie or a very well crafted joke, but no, the producers confirm what Norman has told you, they have changed the script so he can make sense of the movie. You are nervous, you don't want to have that role if Amy has been fired, it doesn't seem fair to you.

"It doesn't seem right to me... Amy was playing a really good part." You talk to Norman reviewing the new script.

"The producers have decided, it's not your fault." He encourages you.

"I know, but still, they could have kept her in the story, I don't know."

"I heard they shot a few scenes with her to make it all make sense." He shrugs.

"Still, I like having this role, but not crushing on a partner..." You whisper.

"Yeah, you could certainly do that." You hear a chuckle behind you. You freeze and Norman frowns.

"What did you say?" he growls menacingly.

"Which is true, who's going to want to see the movie with her as the lead?" Another partner spits again and you feel tears welling up in your eyes with rage.

"Say that again if you have the balls..." He walks towards him tensing his jaw.

"Norman, let it go..."

"No, he's going to apologize..."

"I'm not going to apologize for something we all think." He faces Norman, staring the two men down. "And if you're not careful, she'll eat you too."

That's enough, no one sees it coming, Norman's fist shoots out against your partner's jaw. Norman is not a very strong man, broad-shouldered, but his arms are not exceptionally worked, but it is clear that what he lacks in muscle, he has in nerve and the impact is so violent that the other co worker swings and falls to the ground on his ass.

"Norman!" you shout between frightened and nervous.

"Apologize to her!" He grabs him by the collar of his shirt still with his fist raised. "Come on!"

"Norman, stop it!" you yell again grabbing his arm, pulling him back. "Please!"

Norman stands up letting go of his again, his knuckles hurt, but that's the least of it, he turns to look at you and his brow furrows much more as he sees the tears running down your cheeks.

"He has no right to insult you!"

"I'm fine, Norman." You insist.

"And that's why you're crying!?"

"It's not the first time!" you take a deep breath and wipe away your tears. "Let's go, please." You insist.

Norman hesitates for a moment, turns to the extras who have moved a little away from you and turns to you again, holds your hand and the two of you walk off the set to head back towards the hotel.

"Why do you let them insult you?" he asks you when you're alone.

"It's not the first, and it won't be the last, Norman...I've been hearing those comments my whole life."

"And that's why it's okay?"

"I didn't say it's okay, but..." You sigh. "It hurt as a kid, but now I've learned to ignore them, I like myself, so I don't care what they think."

"If you didn't care you wouldn't be crying..." He mumbles clenching his fists.

"Well sometimes I can't help it if it gets to me..." You shrug. Norman stops and hugs you. Your heart is pounding not knowing what that's all about.

"If they ever say anything like that to you again, let me know, I'll be happy to kick them in the balls." He tells you and you can't help but laugh.

That's when you realize that your feelings for Norman are stronger than you thought. You like him. Not only is he a good friend, who you've instantly connected with, but he's also a good man, who cares about people and is kind and caring. He's certainly figured out how to earn a place in your heart.

And that scares you.

**********

You have spent many days and nights working on the new script. You've been shooting non-stop for two months, and exhausting, but it's worth it. You're thrilled with your new plot.

Apparently they've taken the twist where Brian, Norman's character, realizes that his feelings for his best friend aren't just friendship. There are confessions and very tender moments between the two of you. However in between drama and angst, there are also moments of love and passion and like a good movie there is a sex scene involved that you don't quite feel comfortable with.

"Can't we just leave it at some kissing and fondling?" you insist, sitting next to Norman on the couch about to start the action before taking it to bed.

"People like these moments, plus it's important, it shows the love and passion between your characters." Explains the director.

"It's okay." Try to calm down Norman. "We're not going to get really naked, besides you can cover yourself with my body." He offers you with a warm smile, you are about to tell him that you doubt you can hide behind his body, but you prefer to keep quiet.

"No... I don't feel comfortable with this... I'm sorry." You lower your gaze and hear the team sigh.

"Well, we'd better call it a day. We've been stuck in here for many hours and we're all tired. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

You get up from the couch quickly, Norman tries to stop you, but you dodge his hand quickly leaving the set.

You get out of the shower with a long sigh, you may have rushed out a bit, but the situation was starting to get uncomfortable and you needed to get out of there, tomorrow you would apologize to them. You put on your old sleep shirt, you don't sleep in your pajamas, t-shirts always get tangled and your pants always ride up, it's uncomfortable and you get overwhelmed, so you always buy some t-shirts bigger than your usual size and you sleep much better that way.

You hear knocking at the door and turn around confused, you haven't ordered anything for dinner and you haven't agreed with Norman to see him that night either. Nervously you move around looking for some more clothes, but you stop. You're in your room, why do you have to change clothes? You snort, pulling your T-shirt to fit over your body, but first you put on a bra, it's nice to have your thighs showing, but nothing else is necessary. You hear knocking at the door again, but now it sounds more urgent.

"I'm coming!" you assure running to the door and open it. "Norman?" Maybe now you would have preferred to put on some pants.

"Hi, were you in bed already?" he gives you a regretful look, but you deny.

"No, not yet, is something wrong?" you try to hide your nakedness behind the door and he watches your movements, biting his lip.

"May I come in?"

"Y-yes, sure, come in." You open the door wider letting your partner into the room. "I'm going to change, give me a moment." You excuse yourself, but Norman holds your hand.

"No, no need, it doesn't bother me... Do you feel uncomfortable if I see you like this?"

"It's not..." You press your lips together, you're not comfortable, but it's not just because Norman sees you, suddenly all your fears that you thought were conquered are piling up in your head and you need to take a deep breath. "Never mind, what's wrong?" You decide to change the subject, you point him to the couch and the two of you sit down, squeeze your legs together and position your shirt as best you can.

"I wanted us to talk about the movie scene..."

You tense slightly averting your gaze away as you swallow hard. Norman studies your movements and places a hand on your knee. You feel your body tremble and you look back up at him.

"Hey it's me..." He tries to make you understand. "I'm not going to make fun of you..."

"I know, Norman, you're not the problem." Maybe a little bit is, maybe you don't want him to really see you and your friendship to disappear.

"So, you're worried that the movie won't be a success? No offense but with the plot it's just another one of the bunch, if we can get TV to avoid it for Saturdays at nap time it'll be a miracle." He jokes but manages to make you laugh and you shake your head.

"I liked everything except this part, I hadn't even finished reading the script...how silly." You whisper lowering your head.

"Stop it, come on." He grabs your chin and you realize you're standing very close to each other. "Where's that girl who enjoyed acting? Where's that girl who was passionate about acting? Where's my brave girl?" he encourages you, you feel his thumb caress your cheek, you want to look away again, but Norman stops you. "It's just skin and flesh, there's nothing else."

"Easy for you to say..."

"Of course it is, and for you too, isn't it? You said it didn't bother you anymore."

"Yes, but..."

"I like this." His hands rest on your semi-naked thighs and your breath hitches. "And this." He slides his hands down your skin until they rest on your wide hips. "And I swear you don't know how hard it's for me not to stare at your gorgeous tits while we perform." He confesses and far from annoying you, you laugh.

"You're an idiot..."

"Yes, that's possible, but I'm serious. There is nothing, nothing, wrong with you, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I know that..."

"Then what's wrong with that scene?" He looks at you and then clutches his shirt pulling it over his head. You open your eyes wide at the sight of his nakedness. "See? It's just skin."

It's just skin, but it's different, you can see his muscles tighten, his belly crinkles in a funny way as he sits on the couch, he wears his body marked with several tattoos, a fine thread of blond hair runs down from his belly button to get lost inside his pants. You take a deep breath in feeling your underwear dampen and squeeze your legs together, when your gazes meet, the blue of her eyes shines brightly.

"I'm not the typical actor either, do you really think I'll ever get called to do a major movie or TV show?" he shrugs. "Look at me, tattoos, I drink, I smoke, I forget my lines. I'm a dork." He bites his lip and again places his hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. "We all have our burdens, but I admire you and like the way you are." He looks at you with intensity again and you feel him move a little closer. "It's just a scene." He repeats and you feel his fingers dig under your shirt. "You don't know how much I wish I could see you..." He whispers and you jump in place as his hand slips between your thighs.

"Norman..."

His mouth catches yours, a soft, tender kiss on your lips, he doesn't want to force the situation, but at the same time he expresses perfectly what he wants. You kiss him also resting your hands on his shoulders, feeling your heart racing, he spreads your legs and stands in the middle to get closer to you, his hand rests on your neck and the kiss becomes more intense.

You feel that smoky taste when his tongue goes in your mouth and you get goose bumps. Norman may not be the prototypical Hollywood actor but he's different, mysterious, that's what gets people's attention. You sigh and a giggle escapes you as his mouth runs down your neck.

"What?" he looks up at you smiling.

"Nothing, it's just that you tickle me." You laugh reddening and he laughs with you nibbling on your neck quickly increasing the sensation making you let out a little yelp. "Norman!" you yell wanting to stop him, but when he looks at you you realize there is a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You follow his gaze discovering that his hands have inadvertently lifted your shirt up to the level of your chest, exposing before his eyes your maroon lacy panties and your round fluffy stomach that is now rising and falling with speed at the lack of air from the tickling and nervousness that is taking over you. You reflexively try to cover yourself again, but Norman stops you, holding your wrists with one hand. He says he doesn't have much muscle, but you're impressed by the strength those huge hands have.

"You're beautiful..." He says again and you feel your eyes fill with tears. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I don't intend to humiliate you, not to make you feel bad, if you want me to leave, I will, but if you don't stop me I'm going to take off your clothes, one by one, until I leave you naked in front of me and I'm going to engrave your body in my mind..." He confesses to you and your whole body shakes, you feel his words take effect and you stop struggling with him. "We're not kids anymore, girl." He whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek. He releases your wrists, but first he stretches your arms above your head and stares at you giving you a mute command.

Your shirt falls to the floor with a dull thud, your eyes shift nervously, looking at him, then searching for something in the room that doesn't exist, trying to keep your mind distracted with something, but then you hear him take a deep breath and you look back up at him. His pupils are completely dilated, the blue color of his irises is now dark and dangerous, that shy and playful smile, has turned into a dirty grimace and that does not promise anything good. Norman clasps one of your hands and brings it to his crotch, your fingers twitch for a second as you feel the hard bulge under his pants.

"And if you could hear what I'm thinking right now, you'd run away." He assures you and you cover your face with your hands due to embarrassment. "I want us to go to your bed, I want you to be comfortable for everything I want to do to you." Your skin crawls with goose bumps as you hear him. "Do you want to go through with this? Because once I have you to myself, I'm not going to stop." He warns you, but he's managed to disarm you a long time ago now, you shake your head and he smiles.

He gets up from the couch taking your hand and you guide him to the huge bed in the room. Norman stops you when he sees you're about to take off your bra and turns you to face him.

"I'll do it."

You nod as he wraps his hands around your body, without taking his eyes off you he unclasps your bra, his fingers slowly pull down the straps and tosses the garment to the floor. Again you want to cover up, but you have to admit that you have always been proud of your breasts, so you let Norman admire you without saying anything. Your bodies are close again, his mouth runs down your neck to your collarbone and back up to his mouth as his hands caress your hips and down to your ass, which he grasps and massages between his fingers. You gasp at the sensation and Norman pulls away from your mouth.

"You don't know how much I've been waiting for this." He tells you, giving you a little spank.

You jump, but not at all displeased, Norman kisses you again before gesturing to your bed. Slowly you lie down on the mattress, Norman follows your movements as he removes his slippers and pants, his boxers reveal how aroused his put on already and you bite your lip at the sight of him. He crawls over your body and you share another kiss, each time your mouths meet they do so with greater intensity, need, your tongues tangle in a struggle to dominate the other, you bite his lip and he growls low enjoying the sensation, your fingers run down the back of his neck, ruffling his short blond locks, but you love the feel of this one between your hands. You close your eyes as you break the kiss and Norman starts to move down your body, his mouth stops at your chest, he licks, sucks and plays with your skin and nipples, enjoying them until he gets you to arch your back and let out a small moan. Smiling against your skin moving even lower, his teeth close over your soft tummy again, tugging lightly on your skin. He looks up to see what you're still doing with your eyes closed, but you bite your lip waiting for whatever it is he has planned. He smiles once more and his fingers grasp the edges of your panties and slowly slides them down your legs, which you spread a little to help him, lift them up and when the garment slides down your ankles and they fall to the floor, Norman bites you making you moan again not expecting it.

"Spread your legs for me honey, let me see you." He asks you with his voice hoarse from excitement.

Shamefully you obey by spreading your legs a little, but he holds your knees, opening them completely, seeing you completely exposed before him, your neck, your breasts, all your skin is marked with his teeth, with little threads of saliva from his kisses, hickeys that each time take a redder and redder color. He smiles satisfied with his work.

But he's not finished.

"Look at that plump, juicy little pussy of yours..." He whispers leaning over your body, his mouth caressing your lower belly, your bald mons completely exposing your entire core and he can't wait to lose himself inside.

He settles between your legs, laying back on the mattress, feeling his cock protest at being crushed, but there will be time for that, still with your legs apart, his hands rest on your groin and his thumbs part your labia. The wet sound elicits a naughty smile from him, your skin shiny, wet, your hole pressed against nothing and Norman scratches the tip of his tongue with his teeth, feeling it eager to sneak into your tight entrance and savor your taste. He grunts like an animal and his hips rub against the sheets seeking some relief.

He swallows looking at you, seeing that you're waiting for something, you don't quite know what, but you're clutching the sheets tightly and your eyes are closed. He smiles leaning over you and licks your slit, his tongue squeezes your clit, he slides it back down, slipping the tip through your tight hole. You moan at the sensation and Norman purrs at the taste of you on his tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He growls and his mouth opens wide devouring you.

You moan loudly, your back arches and you spread your legs wider feeling his tongue bury itself much deeper, eagerly sucking on your clit, your legs tremble each time his mouth fucks you, you feel his hands roam over you until he grips your tits and squeezes your nipples increasing your pleasure.

"No...Norman!" you moan tangling your fingers in his hair pulling on it.

His tongue catches all your taste as you cum in his mouth, his fingers squeeze a little harder on your nipples, his tongue fucks you again before parting kissing your thighs, your lower belly, he cradles your breasts between his hands, enjoying your whole body until your lips meet and he lays his body on top of yours.

"Are you okay?" he whispers looking down at you, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Y-yeah, it's just... I never..." You stammer feeling yourself turn red and he smiles.

"I'm glad I was your first time." He teases and moves his hips against you, rubbing against your thigh. "Do you want us to continue...?"

"Please." You nod your head. "I don't want you to stop now."

"Okay, sweetheart." He kisses you and pulls away for a moment reaching into his pants for a condom.

"Did you come prepared?" You say surprised and he looks at you with apology in his eyes.

"Actually I've been coming prepared for almost a month." A chuckle escapes him. "But I never dared...I never really thought that you...well you know."

"I what?" you look at him dubiously.

"That you'd be interested in me."

"You're kidding..." You look at him incredulously and he shakes his head.

He removes his boxers and slides the condom over his throbbing erection, your eyes roam over it, he is well endowed. He crawls back over your body and kisses you again. You wrap your legs around his waist, Norman lines up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside you. You gasp and press yourself against his cock as he pushes his way fully inside and stands there still. You stare at each other and he begins to move, picking up a faster and faster rhythm, fucking you hard, deep. You moan every time he thrusts and squeezes your g-spot making the pleasure increase, you move in turn, feeling him deeper, your nails dig into his back and he keeps thrusting hard.

"Fuck, this pussy is going to kill me." He snorts in your ear.

"Norman, I'm close..." You hug yourself tighter to his body, your pussy clenching around his cock.

"Fuck, me too."

You can't hold on any longer and let your second orgasm hit you, Norman moves faster until he finally cums too, filling the condom, he gasps and grunts, resting his forehead against your shoulder as his hips go slower and slower until he stops lying on top of you.

You embrace his body caressing his back, kissing his neck and shoulder listening to him purr. He carefully rolls off of you and throws the condom in the wastebasket before coming back to you and cuddling you. He snuggles you against his body and his hands cradle your breasts again.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it." He says and then hides his face between them making you laugh.

"What are you doing?" you laugh as he slides down and rests his head on your belly.

"I enjoy having you." He says simply and it gives you goosebumps.

"Of having me?"

"Yes..." He leans back on his elbows staring at you. "We're friends, co-workers, but I'd like us to... I'd like us to have a relationship." He confesses to you and you look at him with surprise.

"Dating?"

"Yes, it's just that I read wrong..." He starts to speak, but you shake your head.

"No, it's not that, it's just... I'm the one who thought you'd never be interested in me like that."

"I'm sorry, but it's going to be impossible for you to keep my hands off all of this." He says hugging and kissing you. "I like you and if you're not comfortable with the scene we'll talk to the producers, if we both refuse they'll have to change it."

"No, you're right, I'm proud of who I am, I'm not going to hide." You smile and he smiles with you, kissing you.

"This is my big brave girl." He whispers against your mouth and his arms hug you tighter snuggling you against his chest.

*****

The End.

*****

In the end, guided by your ideas and a little bit by mine, this is what came out, I hope you like it, that it is at least a little bit similar to what you had in your mind.

I hope you enjoyed it and thank you very much for your request, sweetie, I had a lot of fun writing it.

See you all in the next stories!!

#my stuff #norman reedus #normanreedus #smut #ask me #one shot #norman x reader #norman reedus x plus size reader #norman x plus size reader

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What 14 People Say 'Great Sex' Means To Them

Great sex is subjective AF.

Ashley Cobb

Sep. 23, 2022 05:00PM EST

What is the difference between bad, average, and great sex? If I ask thirty people this question, I would get thirty different answers. As someone who's had their fair share of both good and not-so-good sex, I understand that there is no one size fits all answer to this question. "Great sex" can mean different things to different people. Case in point, I once had an amazing sexual experience with a guy that a mutual “friend” had a horrible experience with. Great sex is subjective AF! According to the mutual friend his sex was subpar at best. One person’s trash is another one’s treasure. Great sex boils down to what is good for you and your partner at the moment. No two people are the same so no two sexual experiences will be the same either.

Even though what constitutes great sex differs from person to person, there are some common denominators we all share. I find that most people need: honest communication, vulnerability, and chemistry regardless of age, sexual orientation, and relationship status for great sex to take place. Rarely are penis size and earth-shattering orgasms a determining factor of great sex. I know for me, the older I get the more I realize great sex is less about big dicks and more about chemistry and connection.

But you don’t have to take my word for it here’s what some of my social media followers had to say about what makes sex great for them.

"I can honestly say, for me, now that I’m older, great sex is based off of mental stimulation. If we aren’t able to obtain this, the sex is just okay."

"Chemistry/attraction, communication, skills, he needs to have rhythm in his hips and talk dirty, be dominant, and submit sometimes when I feel like being dominant. There needs to be some music going on in the background, eye contact, not be in a rush if it’s not a quickie, reciprocity, and adventurous. Be vocal, silent sex doesn’t do it for me, like what is this, a cemetery? Open your mouth and let those pleasure sounds out, hunny."

"Genuine chemistry. Yes, sex can still be bomb when someone checks off your physical boxes: big ass, tall, dad bod... Whatever makes your sex organs tingle. But when you actually like them AND they are good in bed, then it's greatness."

"When it feels like an effortless, sensual, passionate dance. When we flow seamlessly communicating without words with our bodies. The chemistry, connection, and attraction inside of the bedroom [are] only an extension of the feelings outside of the bedroom."

"Paying attention to my body, talking me through my orgasm, not just pounding blindly like I'm some kind of sex toy, taking time to make sure I'm satisfied, and flipping my big ass like I'm a gyatdamn pillow."

"Feeling free enough to act/try things in a non-judgmental environment. Openness to criticism or direction. Accepting not everyone is the same and not everything is enjoyed or not by everybody. Our experience is OURS. And what we like with each other we may not like [with] others. We have to find our wave."

"After being with my husband for 35 years (since 10th grade) and married for 23, intimacy is key. We take our time and really enjoy each other. I’m not only still in love with him, but I still LIKE him."

"A safe space, trust, emotional awareness, intimacy, vulnerability, knowing each other's love languages, open communication, chemistry, and paying attention to each other's bodies, wants, and desires in and out of the bedroom."

"Willingness to communicate and adjust even during the act. Don’t give excuses that you were so caught up in what was going on that you didn’t pay attention. Great sex also includes willingness to quit expecting to duplicate what you see in porn, especially when the other person says they’re not interested."

"Total connection...meaning you wrap yourself around me, in me...try to see through me. Experience me...let me Experience you...your sounds. Guttural, ancestral...your smell...your released...come undone."

"The transcendent feeling when the world stops around you, there's no sound but you two, and there is no longer a goal. The pleasure is so all-consuming you remember how powerful it can be to surrender."

"True intimacy. It’s something that happens naturally when people are kind to each other. Attentiveness to the body. Equal satisfaction (because men that don’t like eating coochie are not fair partners to me), great foreplay, great aftercare (I make my partner clean me up before I get up to do anything and I do the same at times)."

"You have to be comfortable with the person. Sex should be fun, exploring what feels good instead of what you think pleasure should look like. Taking your time. Folks are in such a hurry to get to it, they miss all the good stuff that makes getting there even better. It's not a race. Intimacy...in all its forms."

"Bravery. Vulnerability. Softness (from the dominant/masculine partner). Boldness (from the feminine/submissive partner). Actually LIKING who you are with. (I don’t mean chemistry. I mean actually LIKING the person). And communicating after leaving each other’s presence. I LOVE a good recap or something to let me know that it’s still lingering on you!"

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vampiresbloodx · 2 years

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got heart eyes for you

summary: you’re having a bad day and eddie comes to the rescue.

pairings: eddie munson x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff!, eddie being the best caring boyfriend ever, reader having unknown health issues that bother them daily. mentions of anxiety. mentions of stupid rude mean co-workers. domestic fluff.

These past two years have been utter bliss. You and eddie have been dating for a while now, so you can confidently say things are going well between you two, hell- perfect even. Your sex life with him is fillfullng, it’s adventurous as it can be, you haven’t exactly had threesomes yet (maybe that will change one day if eddie doesn’t mind adding another party to the mix, but knowing him with how possessive he is over you, you doubt he would even let another man or woman touch what’s his) which doesn’t bother you as much if not at all, what matters to you the most if that he’s happy, your happy, you both are in love and it’s fine.

He’s always taking great care of you with the sweet, loving caring boyfriend that he is, when you’re sick, he panics a little and takes care of you, when you’re exhausted and overwork yourself with studying or work, whatever it is that you do, he makes sure you are taking your breaks since he knows you overdo yourself sometimes which doesn’t end up great in the end at all.

He loves you so so much, he thanks heaven above for sending you to him and he thanks whoever gave him the courage that day to ask you out on that date. Sure, it was definitely a little awkward (as first dates do tend to be awkward) for you both but he always tried making you feel as comfortable as he could, so that you both would have a good time and he’d hope to see you again after that.

And he did.

Again and again and again, then he got to call you his girlfriend.

That day was the happiest day of his entire life.

You would agree on that too.

Eddie could say confidently that he knows you through and through, what can make you cum on the spot with an earth shattering orgasm to your favourite comfort food, favourite colour, what makes you upset and what can make you laugh tears of joy. But today, however, he couldn’t quiet pinpoint what exactly was upsetting you. He knew you were upset the moment you stepped foot in the shared apartment you two got after six months of dating, eddie and you both pay the rent, wifi and bills. Not to mention the groceries you have to get every week, which he doesn’t mind at all doing on days when you’re not feeling to good.

He hears you gasping, sniffling in the bathroom. His heart breaks as he knows you’re having a panic attack, something must have happened at work today, god he wished he could go to work with you every day to make you feel safe and loved for as long as he can. But he knows he can’t do that.

But here, in both of your home, where he gets to cuddle you in bed at night and in the morning with sweet kisses, he knows how much you love that and he knows it calms you down when he scratches at your head or when you run your hand through his soft hair.

He just wants to see his girl happy, every single day he can make just to see you smile, laugh, cry anything.

He wants to let you know he’s there.

“Baby?” he calls out to you, knocking on the bathroom door, “everything okay? I’m gonna make pasta tonight, you’re favourite.”

He hears you quietly sobbing through the thin walls as you flush the toilet and wash your hands, and splash water on your face. Fuck it, your make-up is already ruined who gives a shit. Eddie has seen you at your worst and for some reason he is still by your side, loving you through everything.

You slowly open the door by just an inch, Eddie pushes himself through and immediately wraps his arms around you. That alone causes you to choke out a sob in his embrace, “it’s okay, princess. I’m here. I’m here” he cooed.

As time goes by, he doesn’t even realize how long it’s been but he couldn’t care less about that. He looks down at you with a worried look in his eyes, he knows you hate it when people give you a pitying look but that’s from other people not him, you know he doesn’t it mean it that way unlike how others have in the past with you when your health isn’t doing that great, mentally, emotionally, you name it. Eddie understands more than you know and he just wants you to know that no matter what he will always love you, through and through and through thick and thin.

He cups your face within his hands, caressing your jaw as you lean against his touch, “you don’t have to explain to me about anything or even talk right now if you don’t want too. Just know that I love you and I’m always here for you. You deserve so much happiness and you deserve to be loved, okay? Now, I think that pasta is ready. I can smell it and it smells good, wanna help me set up the table love?” he smiles.

You nod, smiling for the first time today and of course it;s always him making you laugh and smile, you thank whoever above brought him to you.

He was about to walk to the kitchen when you grabbed at his hand, his hands always felt so soft and delicate whenever you held them, “hey eddie” you muttered.

“Yes, angel?”

“Thank you. For everything. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” you smiled, your lips trembling as tears threatened to spill again, your heart beating miles per second and you knew if you’d faint right now he would be there to catch you.

“Oh baby. You’re my brightest star in my life, you know that?” eddie whispers against your lips like a secret confession, “I will never stop loving you.”

“Neither will I” you say, sealing the promise with a kiss.

This is all you ever need right now, being in eddie’s arms.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn #stuff i wrote

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Dialogue prompt for my boo: "When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth."

baaaaaabbbeeee. Misery Business FUCKS okay? I love that song so much. this? not much like that song... idk where it came from but I hope yall like it!

Warnings: fear of abandonment, threesome proposition, jask is big insecure and geralt is mildly stupid

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“When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the… by the….” Jaskier let his breath out in a heavy sigh of defeat. He sat on a campus bench, hunched over his little composition notebook trying desperately to find the right words to get rid of the ache in his chest.

He knew that look, the little nod Geralt did while he looked someone up and down and ran his tongue over his teeth. He knew Yen was hot, like hot hot, and not afraid to ask for exactly what she wanted. Just the same as he knew he was about to be tossed to the wayside like he always was. He was just someone’s secret fling. Never a forever lover.

He was spooked out of his haze by Geralt falling onto the bench next to him, “Hey, Buttercup.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier closed his notebook with a little more vigor than he’d planned but Geralt didn’t seem to notice.

“And I get scolded for such behavior,” Geralt teased, leaning in close, just close enough that Jaskier could turn his head and kiss him, an invitation.

Jaskier rolled his eyes instead, shoving his notebook in his backpack and angrily zipping it up, “I’m not stupid. And- and I'm not a side piece!”

Geralt frowned, “Side piece?”

Jaskier swung his backpack onto his shoulder as he stood, “You and Yen were practically eye fucking each other in the library. I’m not stupid. You’re hot, I get it. You get a shit load of attention. But at least have the decency to tell me she propositioned you for a fuck behind the bookshelves. Don’t come over here and pretend nothing happened.”

“I-” Geralt just stared at him with his chin in his lap for a moment before his expression turned sheepish, something Jaskier hadn’t seen from him yet, “You heard that…?”

“Fuck you. The whole library heard that.” Jaskier snapped.

“I didn’t.”

“You wanted to.”

“And you wouldn’t? Want to, I mean?” Geralt began working the knots in his hoodie strings undone, only to retie them and untie different ones.

Jaskier scoffed and looked down at his shoes, shaking his head. This was fucking ridiculous, he should just go, right? Bow out before he got hurt more than he could handle?

“She uh… invited both of us. If that helps any...” Geralt nodded over to where Yen was leaning against the library, casually scrolling away on her phone. When Jaskier looked over at her she glanced up and winked.

“B-both? As in..?” Jaskier held up three fingers, his brain still trying to decide if the whiplash was the good kind or the bad kind.

Geralt nodded and grinned, “Yes, Jask. A threesome.”

Jaskier’s eyebrows disappeared beneath his fringe as he sat back down, “A threesome?”

“Do you need a minute?” Geralt chuckled.

“You’re not… I’m…” Jaskier was once at a loss for words.

“Jask, I don’t hide you…” Geralt rested a hesitant hand on his knee, “If you say no, I’m going to stay. Hell I wasn’t even going to mention it in case you thought you weren’t enough for me. But if you want…” he left the question hang in the air as Jaskier’s mind scrambled to keep up. He’d rarely been hit on, let alone invited to a threesome as if it were the most casual thing in the world, what the hell was he supposed to do with this?

“We’re definitely talking about the ‘didn’t want to mention it’ bullshit but… Fuck it. Let’s go,” Jaskier immediately started rambling and Geralt smirked as he let him get it all out, “Did she mean now? Or like, is this a dinner and a movie first thing? You remember how bad I am at first dates, I don’t wanna fuck this up. Is this specifically library sex? As interesting as that is in porn, I’m not sure that’s all too realistic. And I’m only two semesters away from my degree, I can’t afford to lose my scholarship now. Oh cock, can she hear me?”

Geralt’s amused shrug was unconvincing so he risked a glance over at Yen who was watching him intently. She smirked and raised her hand in a ‘come hither’ motion as an answer and Jaskier suddenly wasn’t all that embarrassed.

#geraskier to geraskifer #geraskifer #geraskier #GERALT HAS TWO HANDS #THEY ALL JUST WANT TO BE LOVED AND HAVE SOME EARTH SHATTERING SEX OKAY #the witcher #im so tired my brain doesnt wanna tag shit lol #the witcher fic #geraskifer fic #geraskier fic #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskeir

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As I was saying

Summary: You recently found out that you’re pregnant and Henry is being all sorts of over-protective and annoying about it and won’t shut up about what you should or shouldn’t eat. So you find a creative way to shut him up...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of body type or ethnicity thought it’s mention that Henry is taller)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, RPF, fluff to smut, early pregnancy, blow job, bodily fluids, slight FemDom/SubMale, My overuse of poetic sex metaphors, cottagecore!

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or parts from it.

A/N: This story was born out of a convo I had with my sweet @the-soot-sprite about the photo above. Many thanks to @agniavateira my solid rock who betas all my work and to @firefly-graphics for the dividers

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my story. I work hard on each one of them and your validation means the world to me. 🖤

As I was Saying

Henry’s velvety voice carried through the cottage like seductive vapours of honey liqueur. It wasn’t often that he'd sing a blissful tune so casually out of the blue—after earth-shattering sex perhaps, which indeed you had the night before. However, this morning, his chants were laced with a new flavour of sugary bliss.

Two little pink stripes. That's all it took for his eyes to shimmer the way precious cobalt is kissed by a moonlight glow.

Sneaking about in the mien of a curious little mouse, you trod after the pleasant tune of his voice, which was now accompanied by a soft rustle. Wander laved your face once you leaned against the kitchen door frame, peering at the prodigious man who stood in front of the open fridge.

Preoccupied, he appeared to be ransacking through the shelves with the song ‘Cheek to Cheek’ thrumming on his tongue.

“Heaven... I'm in heaven…”

Fingers clutching at the edge of the wall, you pressed into the chilled surface with a relaxed smirk, lingering on the irresistible view when your ease of mind faded with a blink of an eye — while methodically rummaging through the fridge, Henry threw fresh food straight into an open trash can.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice rising to a high-pitched yip.

Henry made a soft flex; the muscles of his back rippled in a tidal motion. Though acknowledging your presence, he proceeded to hover a finger over different products.

“Cleaning up the fridge," he answered absentmindedly.

With a soft shove, there went your French cheese.

“That’s brand new!” you protested and rushed toward him, alarmed.

Towering over the trash can, you considered diving in to salvage the precious bulk of cheese from the dreary pit. Henry glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, testing your resolve while his claw grabbed some papaya salad leftovers and pushed it over the edge of the shelf, joining the rest of the discarded meals.

“It is,” he nodded and closed the refrigerator door, carrying on to the high cabinets. With a slight wrinkle between his brows and a hand scratching the stubbles of his dimpled chin, he narrowed his eyes to scrutinise the items carefully. “I'm pregnant-proofing the kitchen. I called Hanna while you were asleep. She created a proper daily menu for you with the dos and don’ts: less sugar, more veggies and protein.”

It took you a moment to process his words, your eyes narrowing while asking, “Hanna? As in Hanna, your nutritionist?”

Henry nodded at your question, a faint crease lining his cheek. “That’s the one. Don't worry, princess, she specialises with pregnant women.”

Unwittingly, a somewhat inhuman growl sounded in your chest. You were only getting used to the idea of developing another person inside you, and here stood your husband, already seeing fit to dictate your diet. Slithering into the narrow space between the heavy man and the counter, you tilted your chin to meet his stare while your fists pressed into your hips assertively.

“Listen here, Cavill! You might have jizzed me one too many and succeeded in putting a baby in there, but this is still my body. I can take care of my own pregnancy diet.”

With an arm stretched above your head, Henry offered a charming display of pearly whites to pacify your strained nerves. His dimples nearly managed to beguile your senses when your eyes flared at the sight of what was held between his long fingers.

“No! Henry, no! Not the coffee!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, my love. You shouldn’t have any caffeine at your current state.” Despite his argument, the tenderness of his gaze stroked upon your face like a warm ray of sunlight piercing through heavy clouds. Lazily it dropped to your belly, the cascading heat cradling your unborn child.

Words of protest left you for a sliver of a moment, too in awe of the dreamy grin on his face.

Thoughts of how beautiful you’d look rounded and full with his child illuminated him that you swore his skin developed a glow over the night. Didn’t they always say women are radiant when they are pregnant? Well, it seemed that in your case, it applied to your husband as well.

The charming haze of bliss almost swallowed you up; but you quickly slapped yourself back into reality, reaching a hand in an attempt to stop Henry from throwing away your delicacy. Though taller, Henry held his hand far out of reach, a hint of a smugness stretching his lips.

“A pregnant woman is allowed to have a little bit of caffeine!” You muttered and sent both hands in an attempt to retrieve the box while Henry teased you by throwing it from one hand to the other, further fueling your annoyance.

Vexed to the point of frustration, you stood still and sighed, “you know what else is bad for the baby?”

Henry paused his foolish games and tilted his head as he waited to hear your answer.

“His father at the morgue after I’ll kill him. Now stop that and hand it over! A pregnant woman can have a cup a day, according to Google.”

“Nope,” Henry clicked his tongue, his laughter replaced with a severe stare. “Love, I know they say it’s okay to have a teeny bit, but I’ve been doing some research while you were asleep, and it’s not recommended. Caffeine increases heart rate and blood pressure, which is not good for you nor for the baby. It also increases urination, which may cause dehydration.”

Clenching your jaw at the onslaught of information he bestowed, you watched his lips move while none of his words registered. Preoccupied with the rules of a “healthy” pregnancy, Henry was set on being the practical one, completely forgetting to enjoy the moment. And damn, it was the moment to celebrate. All you wanted right now was to stay in bed for a day, ride your handsome husband to hell and back and eat as much ice cream as possible.

“Everything you eat from now on goes to our baby,” Henry proceeded to lecture on a thing you were perfectly aware of.

Ire found you within seconds, embroiled with pregnancy hormones which made him further intolerable at the moment— intolerable

... and delicious.

Soaked with hunger, your eyes raked his sight: the thickness of his muscles was apparent beneath a plain black t-shirt and those good old grey sweats outlined the source of your current predicament. Your fingers twitched just from thinking about it, mimicking the sensation of squeezing its girth and eliciting those low groans that made your heart flutter.

But his chatter still interrupted your sultry thoughts. If only there was a way to get him to shut up, you mused. Then your eyes focused on the soft bulge that winked back at your hungry glare.

Unaware, Henry turned toward the table to grab a bulk of informative documents he printed earlier in order to educate you of your pregnancy, he licked his thumb and began to read through, “As I was saying….”

Hastily, you exploited his lack of attention and took a step forward, your fingers latching around the hem of his sweats. With one swift movement, you fell to your knees and tugged his trousers along.

Lost in his passionate speech, Henry was still muttering nonsense when your hand seized him; but as the lushness of your tongue bedded his soft cock without warning, all that could be heard in the kitchen was a husky gasp.

Feeling the warm silky flesh swell and harden within your mouth, you sent your eyes up to peer at him, admiring the sight. Nothing spoke of your power better than the wrinkle between his shut eyes and his mouth agape with all air draining from his lungs. There you were, lowered to your knees with a maw full of his cock and yet, he was the one who lost his ability to speak and had his legs quaking of need.

Unable to help yourself, you sent one palm to feel the tremor that ran through the muscles of his thighs while the other cradled his heavy sac.

“Uh……” he finally managed to utter, a groan of bemused bliss pushing itself between his parted lips. “What… what are you doing?”

You crooked an eyebrow in response and answered by dragging your mouth along the length of his shaft. Your pillowy lips ran across ridges and thrumming veins, your jaw loosening until you felt him deep in the back of your throat.

Locked in the cavernous cage of your maw, he tightened his gut and shuddered with pleasure. Though, the low unbridled groans that sputtered from his chest fueled your enticement just as so; memories of how the same thick girth that brimmed your mouth would split open your narrow canal made both your eyes and abandoned cunt tear of desperation.

It always beguiled you how much arousal could be found in bringing him to his rapture without touching yourself. The harder he throbbed on your velvety serpent, the more you soaked.

With fervent strokes, you feasted on the briny flavour of his cock; the tendons vibrated with bliss while your tongue twirled and pushed around them. You pulled, sucked, and pumped him in your warm mouth, milking the senses of a man infinitely stronger—a man who succeeded in conquering your womb yet now crumbled to nothing at the touch of your tongue.

“Fuck…. Babe… keep going,” Henry breathed out a plea. The documents held by his hand slipped between his fingers as he pressed his palm to the cabinet with a thud, and began to rock his hips back and forth to fuck back into your mouth. Like feathers, the white slips floated around you, landing onto the ground while you worked him to his ecstasy.

His other hand found your head, caressing lovingly and trying to take control: yet his strength waned and his head fell back with a moan. Faster, harder, you sucked your husband to the point of submission while hums of admiration laced around his rigid length. Your eyes beamed as you watched his resolve shatter. Your fingertips toyed with the coarse hair at the apex of his thighs, your thumb seeking the tendon at the base of his cock and pressing into it, urging him to spill his gift down your throat.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…. In your throat… fuck.”

With a guttural grunt, he thickened against your tongue; the overflow of salty-sweet cream glazed your mouth and then flowed down your flaring throat.

The room thrummed with the buzz of the refrigerator, Henry’s heavy exhales - these were the sounds of your triumph. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you cracked a smile and neatly pulled his trousers back on before you rose to stand straight.

Overwhelmed and drenched in sweat, your husband scrutinised you while you reached for the box of capsules and tilted your head.

“You were saying?”

#henry cavill rpf #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction

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shina913 · 2 years

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Gradation, Part 6 | JJK

Gradation, Part 6

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another –Source: Merriam-Webster

✮ ✮ ✮ Gradation Masterlist ✮ ✮ ✮

Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader; KSJ x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: BF2L; slow burn; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 10K+ words (Sorry!!! I have no self-control!)

Warnings: lots of fluff; extreme(!!!!!) amount of cheesiness; tsunami of angst; insane amount of pining; psychotherapy session; time jumps; grand romantic gestures; thirsty thots; excessive cussing; some alcohol consumption; jealous JK; confrontations

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

A/N: Brace yourselves! This chapter has a ton going on--it's also pretty self-aware and includes a lot of cheesy lines. What can I say? I'm a sucker for grand romantic gestures! Be forewarned!

Thank you for all the love you’ve shown for Gradation!

[Jungkookie] 6:35PM: What time are you heading over?

[Jimin-ssi] 6:38PM: Should be there in about 15 minutes.

[Jungkookie] 6:40PM: K. Text me when you’re on your way up so I can unlock the door.

Jimin asked to hang out at Jungkook’s for the evening, most likely to drone about another Tinder prospect gone wrong. Since Tae was out on a date himself, the only other logical choice to sulk with was Jungkook.

It was a Tuesday night and Jungkook did not want to stay up too late this week since the big event for the City Museum’s new exhibit was coming up in a few days and he was extra stressed out.

Jimin, however, convinced him that he would buy dinner and bring drinks so he relented as he sounded really pitiful over the phone. The only condition was that Jimin could only stay til 10:30PM.

He has worked from home for over a week, feigning a stomach bug and coming up with every excuse not to see you or any of your friends. But for the most part, he was avoiding you.

The last time that you were together, he had made you breakfast the morning after having earth-shattering sex the night before.

Something came over him right after you got back from Jin’s party and all manner of reason and control went out the door. He spent the week trying to shake his behavior and this feeling that had slowly taken over him. It was completely unreasonable, he thought.

You had an agreement: No lies–ever.

And yet here he was, trying to convince himself that this was all just in his head. At some point, he would have to face you again. A stomach bug can only last for so long, much less a fake one.

Jungkook’s phone chimes with a message from Jimin alerting him that he was on his way up.

Jungkook walks over to unlock the door in anticipation of his arrival. After leaving the door ajar, he goes to pick up some empty beer cans that he had left sitting on his coffee table to discard them in the kitchen. While his back faced away from the entrance, he was distracted as he tried to put his apartment in order.

He hears the door click shut.

“Hey. You doing okay?” He calls out absentmindedly.

“I’m fine and it looks like you are, too.”

Fuck.

You stood by the door, eyebrow raised, and arms folded across your chest as he turned around to look at you in utter shock.

“YN…” he gasped.

“Don’t ‘YN’ me. What the fuck,” you bit out as you glared at him.

You had asked Jimin to text Jungkook for you and tried to convince him to hang out. You needed a little misdirection since things just didn’t feel right after he kept shutting you out in the last few days and you were stewing.

“Uhm, I’m feeling better?” he grimaced, squinting his eyes while his voice finishes in a higher, suspicious tone. One that he usually reserved for when he tried to fib his way into something.

Your expression doesn’t change.

“Is there anything else that you wanted to tell me?”

He blinks away his nerves. “I–I’ve just been really busy,” he stammers.

“Bullshit! A week-long stomach bug and yet you manage to drink a 24-pack all on your own? I had to see this for myself,” you seethed while gesturing at the pile of empty cans and the collapsed carton of beer leaning next to his trash bin.

“I swear, I did get sick…and then work just kicked up a notch since we last saw each other,” he lied.

You didn’t let up.

“I don’t understand you. The last time we saw each other, you seemed hell-bent on trying to fuck my brains out and then next thing I know, you ghost me for over a week. How do you think that’s supposed to make me feel? Do you know what that shit does to somebody in therapy,” you spoke in rapid-fire succession.

“Do you?!” You spat out loud enough to make him flinch.

“I…I’m sorry,” was all he managed to say as guilt eats away at him.

You flare your nostrils and shake your head. “No–that’s not good enough, Jeon Jungkook. I need you to tell me what the fuck is really going on with you.”

He thought that he was ready. He thought that he had rehearsed his speech and this scenario enough times in his head to ease your worries when he finally faced you. This was the moment.

“Bub, I–I’ve just been really stressed at work. This new exhibit for the museum has been taking up my time…not to mention that I added a couple more contracts after that party. A-and plus Jin’s project has been ramping up as well.”

The mere mention of his name makes him wince but he tries to play it cool. It was half true, sure and he hoped that it would be enough to convince you.

You stood there, letting everything sink in while Jungkook stared back at you, nervously chewing at his lip ring…hoping that you would let this slide.

You took a deep breath, released it, and relaxed your shoulders slightly. “Why did it feel like you were avoiding me though?”

“I wasn’t, I swear!” He lied again as his voice went up an octave.

He cleared his throat. “It’s just–work has been a lot to deal with and I just hunkered down, putting in a lot of overtime which is why I haven’t been out much. But once this museum event is done–which is this weekend, I’ll be back to a more normal schedule,” he says, trying not to break eye contact.

“And–you’ve had crazy weeks like this in the past, right? One time, you didn’t even call or text me back for a week.” He managed to control his pitch this time as he hoped to deflect your ire.

It was true, though. When you first started at your job, you were laser-focused on doing well and proving yourself. When you got sucked into a project, you had to make sure that everything went well up until the deadline. That included working late, not going out, barely sleeping–which made you extra bitchy towards the guys. They said it was worse than when you PMS’ed. At least when you were PMSing, they could soothe you with food and treats…and Jimin’s cuddles didn’t hurt.

Your face softened and your body visibly relaxed more.

“So you’re not trying to avoid me,” you asked with a little less aggression.

“No, I wasn’t,” he said carefully. At this point, his nose had grown up to ten sizes long enough that it could have flicked the light switch behind you.

You dropped your arms to your side. “Why didn’t you just say so? You had me worrying thinking that you were alone dying with some mystery stomach virus strain. You wouldn’t even let me see you.”

He felt a pang of guilt and took a couple of steps towards you. “I’m really sorry. I just had a hell of a week and didn’t want to bother you with it. But I really am sorry for shutting everyone out. I was kind of drowning,” he says as he rubbed his earlobe. Another sign that he was nervous.

You blinked away the last bit of hostility in you and sighed.

“Maybe you should ask for a larger team? Can’t always be Superman, you know.”

Relief washes over him.

“Eh, I prefer Marvel characters, but I get what you mean.”

You glared at him again.

He scrunches his nose, giving you his bunny smile. “Kidding—I’m…I’m working on that, I promise.”

This seems to appease you. You then picked up the paper bag that you had set down by your feet when you entered his apartment.

“I brought sushi,” you unceremoniously announced while holding up the takeout bag and walking over to set it on his countertop.

“I got this from a reputable place of business so I highly doubt that you’re gonna get the shits on me again.”

He chuckles as you playfully shove him.

*******

As you sat through dinner and a movie, he filled you in on the new work that’s been coming his way including inviting you to the museum gala launching the new exhibit.

“Hell, yeah! I’d be down to go. I love that place. Other than the exhibits, I love the architecture! I would just hang out there for a day and check out their rooftop viewing deck.”

You also loved the fact that the neighboring natural history museum had an indoor rainforest and aquarium to die for.

You then took a sip of the sake that you brought over and cleared your throat.

“Uhm, so Jin asked me out.”

Jungkook tried his best to keep a straight face.

“Oh. That’s…cool.” He couldn’t find a better, neutral-sounding adjective.

“And I agreed.”

He pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

He fully understood. Yes, the sex was…spiritual, to say the least. But you weren’t trying to be greedy and you had previously established boundaries.

You had hoped to leave your friendship unscathed after this arrangement and this was going to put it to the test.

You started to fidget. “Listen, Kook…I know that we had an arrangement and discussed some terms, and…”

“Hey,” he takes your hand in his, calming your nerves.

“We’re fine, bub,” he whispers as he gingerly brushes off stray strands of hair off your face with the other.

His touch instantly ignited that fire under your belly. But you had to bury all of that because you did not want to lose your friend.

“Still ‘us’?” You asked quietly.

Jungkook swallows hard and steadies his breath. He lifts your hand up to his lips to kiss it then holds it to his cheek, locking eyes with you.

“Yeah,” he says softly.

You lean in and hug him tightly.

He steeled himself for a beat as you took him by surprise. But he quickly softens and wraps his arms around you.

Whatever he was feeling, he had to put it aside. It was as if he was transported back a few years ago–standing in that hallway, watching you walk away with Derek.

He’s missed his chance…again. Waited too long…again. And now the window’s closed…again.

For your date with Jin, you go with a slouchy knitted sweater that fell off your shoulder and paired with dark, skinny jeans and chunky-heeled booties. He asked you to dress comfortably but you went with the boots on the off-chance that the place might be fancier than you expected and brought a pea coat with you just in case.

You ended up wearing your hair in a high ponytail and finished with light makeup on.

You make your way downstairs and see his car idling on the curb from the glass doors. You bid your doorman a good night and step out. As soon as he spots you exiting the doors of your building, he steps out of the car in white sneakers while wearing a round-neck, white t-shirt, and denims with a black wool coat that was accented with four white bars on the left sleeve.

You suddenly felt a little overdressed.

He proceeds to walk around the passenger side to open the door for you.

Good to know that chivalry is not dead.

“Hi,” you smiled widely.

“Hi. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you uttered as you slid into the passenger seat.

He closes the door and walks back around to return to the driver’s seat.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” you say excitedly.

“I hope you’ll like it,” he says as he drives into traffic.

“I’m really not that hard to please.”

“So you say.”

“I swear, I’m not. You can take me to a burger joint right now and I’d be happy as a clam.”

He laughs. “Well, sorry to disappoint you.”

He pulls into a building’s underground parking structure and your palms start to get sweaty.

He turns off the engine and goes to open the door for you once more. “Spoiler alert–we’re only parking here,” as he holds out his hand to you.

“Oh-kay…” you say tentatively, taking his hand as he helps you out of the car.

He guides you into the parking garage elevators. As the doors open, and you step in, he produces an access card from his pocket. Once inside, he scans the card and once the light in the panel turns from red to green, he presses the button labeled ‘R.’ He gives you an enigmatic smile as you stand side by side, your heart pounding as the elevator cab shoots up.

About half a minute later, the doors finally open to reveal what looks like an emergency staircase. Right across the elevators is an exit.

“C’mon,” he motions over to the exit as you walk out of the elevator. He taps the same keycard that he used for the elevator and after the access point beeps, he gives the door’s handle a swift push to open it.

The doorway leads to the rooftop and a short distance away is a small metal staircase leading up to a platform with a helicopter sitting on it.

“Wha–Jin? I thought we were going to dinner?”

“Oh, but we are,” he says with another smile as you both make your way up the staircase onto the helipad.

You stare at the helicopter full of concern.

As if reading your mind, he eases your worries.

“Don’t worry, I’m competent at many things but flying that,” he points to the aircraft, “is not one of them. But this guy is though.”

It was then that you notice a man who walks around the other side of the helicopter.

“Say hi to Minjun, our pilot for tonight. Minjun, this is YN.”

“Hi,” you waved at Minjun while he gave you a small nod and a smile.

After a quick exchange with Jin, he proceeds to open the door to let you in.

“Alright, after you,” as Jin prompts you to board the helicopter first.

Once you were all aboard and buckled in, you and Jin slip your cans in while Minjun starts the engines and calls out some pilot jargon over his radio.

You could have sworn that you were living out a whole movie cliché. Maybe some cheesy movie love theme would start swelling into the imaginary speakers any second now as the helicopter starts to hover off the helipad before it went completely airborne.

But nope…this was real life. You look out the window as the helicopter flies over the bay…the city lights twinkling and rush hour traffic flowing beneath you.

You couldn’t help but enjoy the moment even though it felt like you could get woken up any second now.

******

After landing at your destination, you board another car with a driver who brings you to a quiet restaurant some ten minutes away.

The place looks to be closed for the evening so you enter a side door where a staff member was waiting to let you both in.

You follow the restaurant staff and walk through the expansive kitchen which then leads into the main dining room with all tables set but only one had candles lit.

The restaurant staff motions to the table with lit candles. “Here you are, Sir. Miss.”

Jin nods his thanks and goes to pull your chair out. Once you were both seated, a server presents you with two bottles and asks which wine you preferred. You chose the red and Jin nods appreciatively.

“Good choice.”

You smiled as the server poured wine into both of your glasses.

“So, meat and pasta are still good, right?” He asks you.

You giggle, “Yes, please.”

Dinner goes as smoothly and conversation flows. Jin was a huge fan of tongue twisters and puns, which you found very endearing.

You thought you might walk away from this dinner with a 6-pack given all of the contractions that your abdomen made whenever you laughed at his jokes.

It was miles away from what you had initially envisioned of him. Rich guy, playing with his millions, driving a fancy car, and casually flying romantic conquests out to private dinners in wine country.

Instead, he enjoyed fishing, napping, or playing video games, when he wasn’t on the phone or in meetings making multi-million dollar decisions.

Simple pleasures that most normal people indulged in. And he was just that. A normal guy. Somebody who found joy in modest activities and laughed at the most uncomplicated jokes.

You thought, maybe you could take a page out of his book. Maybe it could all just be this easy.

******

After a car ride and one more return-chopper flight back, Jin finally pulls up to the visitor parking slot at your building.

As he switches off the car engine, you turn to him.

“Thank you for a beautiful evening.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smiled.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in such a long time,” you remarked.

He chuckled. “I’m glad. I hope I get more chances to make that happen,” he says hopefully.

Your smile slowly faded and you inhaled sharply.

“Jin…you seem like a really great guy and if this were to go any further, I need to be honest with you,” you confessed.

You took another deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat, as he kept his eyes on you.

You hesitated for a beat. “I’ve been engaged before,” you began softly.

“But…the wedding never happened because he left me, without explanation. For a period of time, it broke me and I’ve been—I am in therapy for it. I’m not as perfect as you think I am. I have some baggage that might drag you down.”

He regards you carefully as he straightens himself and leans back into his seat.

“You know, when I walk in a room full of strangers, they give me a once-over and think that they have me all figured out. In the end, I always manage to surprise them.

Just because I have a nice investment portfolio now doesn’t mean that I didn’t make stupid decisions before. Some would think, ‘Well, you have money. What kind of struggles could you possibly go through?’ I’ll admit, my dad gave me a head start but I worked my ass off for the rest of it.

I’m a human being just like anybody. I still had to figure shit out to get to where I am and it wasn’t always easy. On the surface, it may look like it but…you’ll never really know what’s going on with people until they let you in.

So, I always try to treat people with respect and if they return the favor? To me—everything else is background noise. It’s not my place to judge,” he finishes.

You shook your head gently. “You make it sound so simple,” you said with a sardonic smile.

“It’s not but it also kind of is. We’re here, having an honest conversation. And trust me, I talk to a lot of bullshitters day in and day out…I respect the hustle,” he laughs. “I know I said that I don’t judge but, I at least have the awareness to be cautious around those people.”

You chuckled.

“But you don’t sound like anybody who would bullshit me,” he says in a low voice.

“No,” you said simply. “I have no ulterior motives with your business. I just—wanted to be upfront with you, out of respect.”

“And I admire that. It takes a lot of courage to admit that you’re going through some things.”

You nod and exhale, looking down on your lap but he lifts your chin up to look into your eyes.

“Like I said…it’s all background noise to me.”

He tilts your chin further up as he leans in closer to touch his lips to yours and you let him.

The night ended with you wishing each other ‘good night’ and watching him drive away.

The next morning, after your alarm goes off, you see a text from him sent an hour before you woke up.

[Jinnie] 5:59AM: Good morning, beautiful. Here’s hoping you have a great day ahead 😘

Jungkook walks through the City Museum entrance after checking in with designated event staff. He looks around and is in awe of the whole setup. He had only seen sketches from partner contractors but seeing it come to life was a whole other level.

He is followed shortly by Jimin and Taehyung as his plus one and two. As a contractor, he was given four tickets.

You texted him back yesterday letting him know that you had to give back his ticket since Jin was also invited to the event as he was a benefactor at the museum—because of course he was—and that he asked you to be his date for the evening.

He begrudgingly accepted the situation. Since the soulmates would also be there, you suggested that this might be a good opportunity for them to meet him (or size him up, according to Taehyung).

Jungkook wasn’t really having any of it and was determined on avoiding Jin tonight—at all costs.

“Hey so—I’m going to check in with my staff real quick. You guys can mingle or enjoy the exhibits. I don’t think we’re restricted. But please—don’t touch anything you’re not supposed to,” as he eyes Jimin.

“Why are you just looking at me?”

“Because, I’m a bit more cultured in modern art than you are,” Taehyung says.

Jimin rolled his eyes and blew out a raspberry.

“I’m serious! Don’t embarrass me because your passes are attached to my company’s name.”

“Okay, dad,” he said in a mocking tone.

“Do you know if YN is here yet,” Taehyung asked.

“I don’t know. She’s arriving with her new guy so…I’m not really trying to hover over all that.”

“Mm-hm,” Jimin hums. “At least there’s an open bar, huh,” he teases Jungkook with a pat on his elbow.

He shakes his head in annoyance. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two. I gotta go and say hi to Namjoon-hyung, too.”

“See ya ‘round,” they waved him off.

******

After checking in with his team, Jungkook walks off in search of Namjoon.

“Jungkookie!”

He stops and whips his head around and sees you.

You were a vision in a blush-hued, one-shouldered, fitted ruched, calf-length dress with an asymmetrical hem. You wore your hair in a messy bun with a few loose strands framing your face.

It instantly knocks the wind out of him as he watched you walk over to kiss him on the cheek.

“You look nice,” as you complemented the navy-blue pinstriped suit, white button-down, and skinny tie ensemble.

He comes back to reality as Jin walks up behind you to greet him.

“Jungkook-ssi! Good seeing you again.”

“Hi—uh, you guys just got here?”

“Yeah, we’re trying to find the curator and a couple other people on the board who have been wanting to meet Jin,” you said.

“Oh, yeah. I’m trying to find the curator, too.”

“Mr. Kim! You’re here! Dr. Jeong has been trying to find you. Would you mind following me, please?” A museum staff beckons.

“Aish, you’ll have to excuse me,” Jin says apologetically and looks at you briefly checking to make sure that you were alright with him getting pulled away.

You nodded and smiled. “I’ll come find you in a bit.”

“Okay,” he says as he proceeds to kiss you on your cheek then promptly walks off with the eager museum staff.

You turn your attention back to Jungkook who is left awkwardly standing in front of you.

“So…are you two official?”

“Uhm…we’re in the—we like each other enough to see where this would take us—stage."

He nods.

“Hey…what we talked about the other day? We’re good, right,” you asked with a hint of trepidation.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

“I just—don’t want us to leave anything on the table, you know?”

“No, no. I think that we talked about what we needed to.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Okay. You’ll tell me if anything’s wrong, right? No lies?”

He swallowed as you waited for his reassurance. “No lies.”

You stood there staring at each other for a moment.

“Uh—sorry, I gotta go and find Namjoon—uh, the curator, I mean,” he stammers, pulling onto his earlobe.

“Of course,” you smiled understandingly.

“And uh, Tae and Chim are somewhere around…” as he pointed around aimlessly.

“It’s fine. I’ll give one of them a call to come find them so they can meet Jin.”

“Right…”

“Uh so, I’ll…see you around,” you asked as you rocked back on the heels of your strappy, nude sandals.

“Yeah, for sure.”

You turn and start to walk towards Jin.

Did you always look this beautiful? He couldn’t let you walk away without him saying it.

“Hey…before I forget,” he called out.

“Yeah?”

“You’re beautiful.”

You smiled and mouthed your thanks as he watched you turn back around to make your way to Jin and a group of museum fellows.

******

Jungkook searches for Namjoon and finds him at the far-right corner of the exhibit. He stood next to one of the pieces while talking to a woman whose back was turned towards him.

He makes brief eye contact with Namjoon and the curator waves him over with a dimpled smile. As Jungkook advanced closer, Namjoon addressed the female that he was in deep conversation with.

She slowly turns to look at Jungkook with a smile on her face.

Jungkook is stopped dead in his tracks.

“Jungkook-ssi, I’d like you to meet our curator from Paris—“

“Lisa…” he gasped.

Her grin grew wider. “Bonsoir, Monsieur Jeon!”

Namjoon is clearly puzzled. “You two know each other?”

Jungkook stumbles for words. He’s not sure how many more surprises his heart can take tonight.

“We’re old friends,” Lisa says. “Can your old friend get a hug?”

Jungkook, still stupefied, finally shakes his surprise away.

“Of course, hey…” he moves in to hug her. “When did you get in?”

“Couple days ago,” she says.

Lisa looked very different from the last time Jungkook saw her—which was almost two years ago. She had cut her hair into a bob and sported blunt bangs, which made her already prominent almond eyes appear larger.

Just then he hears you approach from afar.

“Oh my gosh, Lisa?!”

“YN!” She squealed back as you both pulled each other into a tight embrace.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” you said. “Love the hair!”

Tilting her head and smoothing her hair, she smiled. “Thank you, YN!” She returned the compliment. “Don’t you look gorgeous!”

You didn’t have girlfriends but if you had your pick, it would have been Lisa. You were sad when she moved away but kept up with each other randomly on social media with the rare 'like' or emoji comment.

You realized that the guys are awkwardly standing around you both so you all exchange introductions. Afterwards, you pull Lisa aside while the men talk shop.

“Are you back?” You asked her.

“No, not really. My employer is only letting me stay for the duration of the exhibit since it’s on loan…and then I have to fly back with it after a few months. So I’m basically paid to babysit these pieces but…at least I’m back at my old hometown to do it.”

“This is so exciting!”

Lisa subtly points out that the man next to you was not Derek. You waved it off by saying it was a long story leading you to exchange numbers and promised to schedule a proper catchup session– preferably in your pajamas, wearing facemasks, and watching some competitive baking show on TV.

At some point, you find Jimin and Taehyung while you make your rounds and you proceed to introduce Jin to them.

They make some smalltalk for a few minutes until Jin gets pulled away by yet another museum staff but not before he invites both of them to dinner to hang out and get to know your friends better.

You appreciated the gesture as it’s not every day that a man tries to date a woman with virtually no girlfriends and has to gain her male best friends' trust.

******

“Excuse me, good sir. Is this the designated brooding corner?” Jimin asked as he approached Jungkook.

He smiles wryly and shakes his head while he takes a sip of his drink. Jimin stands next to Jungkook and takes a quick look around to follow his previous line of sight.

You were standing next to Jin, his hand on the small of your back, smiling as he spoke to some museum staff and other party guests.

“She’s come a long way, huh?”

“Who,” he asks, seemingly disinterested as his attention turned to inspect one of the elaborate exhibits.

Jimin turns his head towards him, narrows his eyes and gives him a hint of a smile.

Jungkook glances at Jimin as he feels his eyes boring a hole through his skull.

“Oh…” He meant you.

“Yeah, she has.” He tried to sound blasé about it in hopes of ending this conversation.

“They look good together,” Jimin remarked casually, motioning to you and Jin.

He exhaled sharply. “Where’s Taehyungie,” he asked, attempting to drop the subject.

Jimin looked around. “Somewhere roaming, checking out the other exhibits. The museum apparently has a special display on some artist whose European name I can’t pronounce. I dunno…”

Jungkook pounced at the opportunity. “You know one of my staff was just asking about you.”

His head snaps up. “Who?”

“Melanie.”

“Oh! The cute one with the dude who danced like a marionette from your last holiday party?”

Time to reel him in.

“Yeah, man. She just dumped him. You should go talk to her over there by the bar,” he motions to where Melanie was standing.

“Good looking out, JK. How’s my hair?” He asked as he fiddled with his gelled, brushed up styling.

Jungkook gave him a thumbs up. “Perfect!”

As Jimin starts to walk off, he stops then returns back to Jungkook quickly.

“A word of advice–don’t stare at her too long, huh? She might melt away.”

Jungkook squirms on the spot as Jimin continues to walk backwards with a wink and disappears into the crowd.

Just then, Lisa walks up to him.

“Glad to see that he hasn’t changed, huh,” she remarked.

“Yeah. Still a pain in the ass…but he’s my pain in the ass,” he said, then takes a sip of his drink.

She chuckled. “You guys put together a great event. Very impressive turnout, Kookie.”

He winced at the pet name, then quickly dismissed it.

“It was a team effort.”

“Miss Choi, we have a few donors who would like to meet you,” another eager museum staff quips.

Lisa throws her hands up. “Duty calls, I guess. Hey, listen…we should catch up sometime. I’m here for a couple months. Would be nice to hang out with some familiar faces again. Do you still have the same personal email?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows quirk up. “Uhm—yeah, I do.”

“Perfect! I’ll be in touch, yeah?”

“S-sure.”

She took a few steps away then decided on a few parting words. “Oh and–” she pursed her lips and gestured at her eyebrow and lips then nodded at Jungkook. “Love the new look!”

She proceeds to follow the museum staff but looks back briefly at him then smiles as she continues to walk away.

With the museum event wrapped up, Jungkook turns the rest of his attention to keep pushing Jin’s project into its final stages. It was poised to launch domestically soon and possibly internationally, if all goes well.

He and his team were at Jin’s office looking at preliminary results on feelers that they put out earlier this month to get an idea of what the full launch would be. So far, the reaction has been positive and only required minimal troubleshooting on Jungkook’s end.

“Thank you, everyone. I really appreciate all of your hard work,” Jin said in appreciation as the teams started to file out of the conference room.

Jungkook gave a few additional notes to one of his team members to implement before he started to gather his laptop and notepad off the desk.

“Jungkook? Can I talk to you for a sec?”

He nods to one of his team members telling them that he would catch up to them shortly.

“Did we miss anything from the game plan, Jin?”

“No. We’ve covered everything. Uh…this is more of a personal thing. And I just wanted to clear the air.”

“What do you mean,” Jungkook asked innocently.

“Well, I know that you and YN are very good friends and I just don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

“Why would they be awkward?”

It’s not like you slept together or anything before you came along. No, of course not!

“No, I know that. But I’m just saying that, since we sort of started with a working relationship and now we could be seeing a lot of each other outside of a professional setting, I just want you to know that I really like YN and I only have good intentions,” he clarified.

Jungkook just wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Jin…you don’t need to tell me all of this.”

“I know, but I know how much you mean to YN. She said so herself. You’re her best friend–basically family–and I don’t want you to think that I’m somebody who wants to come between you both,” he said in earnest.

Jungkook starts to fiddle with his lip ring.

“Don’t get me wrong, I could get territorial if I wanted to but I’d rather not push the people whom she loves away.”

He extends his hand out to Jungkook. “I just want to know…Are we good?”

Jungkook thinks about this for a second. He had to admit, Jin sounded really sincere. Maybe he can stop looking at him as an interloper.

Jungkook glances at Jin’s outstretched hand then looks at him intently.

“I just want her to be happy.”

Jin returned his gaze. “I will do everything that I can to guarantee that.”

He’s mentally kicking himself in the head for faking a stupid stomach bug. All the while, inadvertently clearing Jin’s path to you. But time marches on and there’s no use dwelling on missed opportunities.

Jungkook eventually clasps Jin’s hand into his for a handshake.

“Alright…we’re good.”

******

“What’s the data collection risk factor on that new initiative, YN,” he asked while scanning the preliminary findings that you submitted last week.

Today was one of your bi-monthly check-ins with Yoongi. You discussed the new project that’s been keeping you busy in the last couple of months. It’s been quite the learning curve but you caught on quickly because this is not the first time that you’ve dealt with this client. However, it is the first time that you were the face of a project.

You ran into a minor issue with a sub-contractor but it wasn’t detrimental to your deadlines. Yoongi complimented you on your problem-solving skills and making the client’s needs a top priority.

“Thanks, Yoongi. It’s our first rodeo and I didn’t want anybody to fall flat on their face right out the gates.”

“You’re fine. The client has worked with you before and they know that quality is always at the top of your list.”

“I know but I was just a task leader then. I wasn’t directing.”

“Eh, you were kind of like a ‘baby’ director. You could go toe to toe with Andy, to be honest. And between you and me–I’d put my money on you.”

You laughed as he made a gesture to zip your lips. You throw your hands up to the motion that you didn’t hear anything in the last few seconds.

“So, that said—are we good to present findings at the convention?”

The convention that he referred to was an annual gathering of everyone in your field and it was happening in a little under five months.

Participating firms were chosen to pick their most notable project to date and yours happened to be the one garnering the highest amount of interest due to its timeliness and relation to current events.

“Yeah. I mean, we’re getting record-high response rates so I’m confident that we’ll have great content and valuable findings to share then.”

“Good, good. I’m excited! I’ve already got people blasting my inbox trying to get their hands on the final report so that’s always good news.

You were overwhelmed at the response. “Wow! That’s amazing. No pressure, huh?”

He sets the files down on his desk and turns his attention to you, sitting across from him. “Don’t I know it? You know, I’m really glad that you’re settling into this role nicely. I made the right choice to endorse you,” he remarked as he leaned back into his chair’s backrest.

“Well, I learned from the best.”

He gives you a shy, gummy smile.

“I’m fully aware that performance reviews are coming up, YN,” he teases.

You laughed once more. You have had a great working relationship with Yoongi since he hired you almost four years ago. Since then, you have also developed a certain dynamic where you both felt comfortable giving each other personal digs.

“I’m only joking, I hope you know that. Though, I’m always proud to see my little birds spread their wings and flee the nest.”

“Yoongi, you sound like such a grandpa. How are you only a few years older than I am?”

“Not the first time I heard that. Alright, well, grandpa says it’s time for lunch or I’ll turn into a grumpy cat.”

“Great! I’ll just stop by my office to grab my purse.”

As you walked out of his office on a positive note, you thought to press your luck a little bit further while you made your way towards the elevators.

“Uh…so Yoongi, do you think that I can work out of a couple of satellite offices in the upcoming months,” you casually wondered.

“I’ll make sure that I’m physically here for our monthly reviews,” you added quickly.

Jin had a few domestic in-person meetings scheduled for his own project. Some of those meetings required him to fly out for a day while some of them were scheduled for a week.

You were in a new relationship and wanted to be present. You were determined to make this work. Unlike before, you had a higher standing in your company and wanted to take advantage of working out of the other local offices…ones that were close to where Jin was traveling to.

Yoongi made a face like you had just asked a ridiculous question.

“Of course! Why else does the company pay rent at those places if nobody was supposed to use them?”

“I know. I just wanted to be sure that it was alright with you.”

Yoongi presses the down button as you arrive in front of the bank of elevators.

“YN, as far as I’m concerned, you can work in a rainforest if they had Wi-Fi there. So long as you get the job done when I call on you.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Thanks, Yoongi.”

The elevator dings and you both step in, pushing the button to take you to the building’s street level.

As you settle in, he makes another quip. “I’m also fully aware that you’re fitting in some personal time so, you know that the travel expenses will be on you. Unfortunately, as your director, I’m obligated to say that.”

You turn your head to address him quickly. “Oh, I swear—I wasn’t even thinking of charging all of my travel to the company.”

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Sheesh, who am I kidding? You’re going to be traveling by private jet, staying at hotel suites, and dining at places where you don’t have to worry about the per diem. Shit, I would smuggle myself into your suitcase if I could!”

You blushed and stifled a grin at how much of your personal life he’s pieced together even with just the most basic information.

“I’m teasing. I’m glad that your personal life is going well. Just don’t forget us little people.”

Your laughs echoed as you both stepped out of the elevator and turned towards the office’s favorite corner café.

Three months later…

Your therapy sessions have been staggered greatly due to being slowly weaned off your medication. Your growing workload and more recent life events have preoccupied your mind but you still felt fulfilled and hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time.

Today was a unique follow-up appointment since it’s been over two months since you last spoke and your doctor wanted a quick check-in to determine whether she needed to re-calibrate your medication.

“How have you been, YN?,” she asks as she settled into her seat.

“I’m doing great,” you said with a huge smile on your face.

“Wow, look at you. Have there been changes since we last spoke?”

“Uh…yes. I just started seeing someone.”

“Mm-hm. And how’s that going?”

“As well as it could possibly go.”

“That’s good. Would you like to talk about him more?”

“Sure. We met about three months ago, at a party–his party. We just hit it off and started going out. He’s very sweet and oh…just absolutely funny. He makes me laugh like no other. And he also has this…really relaxed outlook in life that I found really endearing.”

“Can you expand on that?”

You sighed. “It’s like, he tries to live each day one at a time even though ironically, in his line of work, it’s all about thinking about the future. It’s hard to explain. But I’m going to try.”

The doctor adjusts herself in her seat and clicks her pen to prepare jotting down some session notes.

“For instance, I usually stress about things that are out of my control. While he approaches it as: well–how can we use this situation to our advantage instead of letting it consume us? And so far, he’s been really successful with that mentality.”

“Interesting. Somehow this doesn’t make you anxious?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it still does. But I’m slowly learning that there are some things that you just need to let happen and figure it out from there rather than trying to backtrack and fix it or worry about what other people will think. It’s hard for me to do that all the time because I do care about what some people will think. I want to do things well and I want to make sure that I’m also not stepping on any toes as I do those things.”

“Hmm. And does he seem like somebody who steps on people’s toes?”

“Well…he could afford to do it and I think those people would be thankful for it.”

“Huh. Based on that last comment, I gather that he’s a bit influential?”

“You could say that. But I would rather not discuss that aspect of his life because it’s not really detrimental to our current relationship.”

“That’s fine. I was just trying to paint a general picture. So how are you feeling about this relationship?”

“I’m pretty excited about it. Honestly, I didn’t think I would be dating so soon after…” you trailed off and shrugged your shoulders.

“Right. And why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought I’d go through some extended period of mourning or something like that.”

“Well, your ex-fiancé hasn’t passed on, has he?”

“I mean, not that I’m aware. But…I don’t know. I guess it’s me being in my head again. Like…when is too soon ‘too soon,’ you know?”

“Well, you remember our past conversations. We’ve said that some journeys or timelines are never set. Some take long, some take no time at all.”

“I remember,” you nodded.

“So, perhaps you could say that–maybe you’re right in the middle. But we don’t really know that. We’re going by how you’re feeling and whether what you’re doing is in-line with what you’re feeling.”

“Uh huh.”

The doctor purses her lips. “If you think back to, say–when this new man in your life first asked you on a date. Do you remember how you felt?”

“To be honest, I was apprehensive about it.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because…my first instinct was to mentally run the last few months in my head. I guess I was a little bit fearful of how he would feel if I told him about…being traumatized and seeking therapy for it.”

She furrowed her brows. “You thought about all of that in a span of a few minutes?”

You puffed your cheeks and exhaled. “I guess. It felt like it just flashed before my eyes. Also, because he is influential, I felt kind of like an impostor in a way. Like, why would he want me?”

“And why can’t he want you?”

“I don’t know. He could have anybody but he showed interest in me. I just…"

You paused for a moment to gather your thoughts.

Exhaling deeply, you continued. “The concept of dating hadn’t really crossed my mind because I was engaged and fully intended on being married. Now, all of a sudden–some eligible bachelor swoops in and it’s like, I’m caught with my proverbial pants down.”

“But you agreed to him pursuing you.”

“Right. Because, to be blunt about it, I also found him attractive. Is that alright to say?”

She gives you a small smile. “It’s how you felt at the time. I’m not here to invalidate your feelings.”

You nodded. “I–uhm, told him about the broken engagement, very early on. And I also briefly mentioned the aftermath.”

“How did he react?”

“Not how I expected. He was…very accepting and willing to look past it. To be honest, I’m oddly waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

She continued to write some notes. “Mm-hmm. Why?”

“I guess…after Derek, I wasn’t sure if I deserved something like this.”

“Like what?”

“Another chance at happiness,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“And why not?”

“Just…I know that I had some shortcomings when I was with Derek and I was afraid of falling into my old patterns.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“During one of our sessions, we discussed how I wasn’t showing or telling Derek that I didn’t need him enough. And…honestly, the idea of being a clingy girlfriend repulses me. But I do want to express to him that I like having him in my life and I like spending time with him, in general.”

You open your mouth quickly, then shut it after you hesitate a bit.

“What was that thought,” she asked, leaning in slightly.

“His business is growing and I’ve hit an upwards trajectory in my career. And while I have the most understanding supervisor, I’m not sure whether I can keep traveling around to be with my boyfriend…to prove to him that I’m…that I’m in this.”

“Have you had this conversation with him?”

“N-no. I just thought about that now.”

“Okay. If you think that this is a serious concern for you, you should express that to him. He strikes me as somebody approachable and open to conversation, based on the information that you’ve divulged.”

“I mean…it’s only been a couple months. Maybe I’m jumping the gun a bit here,” you leaned back on the couch.

“My sense is that your partner seems to be an open-minded person especially after bringing up the topic of your past engagement and seeking therapy.”

You scrunch your face. “Can I have a think on it since this is the first time it’s coming up? It’s possible too that maybe I’m just in my head again and I just need to see how things unfold. Maybe, not try to control things as much.”

“That’s quite alright, YN. I understand.”

“Thank you.”

“Picking up on one of your last remarks. You mentioned that you also have some new developments in your career?”

“I do. I’m leading a new project and it’s pretty exciting.”

“That’s great,” she says, as she scribbles more notes into her pad.

“Yeah. I’m really excited about the opportunity. I worked very hard to prove myself and the bosses saw my efforts and thought that I was worthy enough to lead this new contract. I have a huge presentation coming up soon so—things are looking up.”

“That’s great, YN. Let’s circle back on that in our next session, huh?”

You nodded.

“How has living on your own been?”

“So far, so good. I’ve had my family and friends over…my boyfriend…”

“Uh huh. And—are you sexually active?”

You scoffed. “We’ve been together for about three months so it’s not like all we do is talk about knitting patterns.”

“Alright. We’re just making sure that you’re in a good mindset and not going into a coping mechanism type of mode,” she clarifies.

“Right. I get it. Uh…no, it’s not a coping mechanism.”

Which makes you wonder…it seems like a lifetime ago, but was the whole thing with Jungkook a coping mechanism? You hated the thought but this was also something that you had never discussed with your therapist. You shove it to the back burner once more.

“Okay, well—was there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

You are pulled out of your reverie. “No, not at the moment. Maybe in the next session?”

“That’s fine. You know that you can always email me and we can add it to your notes for future sessions, alright? And that’s time for us.”

You wake from your alarm and blindly reach over to tap your phone to shut it. After unplugging the charging cable, you pick it up from your nightstand to check for emails and are greeted with several texts from your family and friends.

[Tae] 12:01AM: 🥳 Happy birthday, babe!!! Another year older. Love you!

[Jimin] 12:02AM: YN!!! You’re so old LOL!!! Happy birthday!

[Hobi-Oppa] 12:03AM: Happy birthday to my favorite sister!!

Just then, your phone rings.

“Hey…”

“Happy birthday, bub,” he croaked over the phone.

You smiled at the sound of his voice. “Thanks, Kook.”

“I would have texted you at midnight but I fell asleep,” he chuckled.

“Aww, that’s okay. Chim and Tae took care of that. I know you’ve been pulling a lot of late nights.”

He groaned at the reminder. “Are you feeling good today?”

“Yeah, I am. You’re my first birthday call.”

“Wow,” he said smugly. “Right before the boyfriend huh?”

You clicked your tongue. “Kook,” you warned.

“I kid. Alright, well, since you and your guy are going out tonight, guess you, me, and the guys will just hang out over the weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“Still good doing the escape room?”

“Hell yeah! I know you guys need a lot of help,” you teased.

“Psh—right,” he said dismissively.

You hear your call waiting starting to beep as you see Jin’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Ah, that’s my other line. I’ll see you over the weekend?”

“Mm-hm. Happy birthday again, YN.”

“Thanks, Jungkookie. Love you!”

“Ditto,” he says as you end his call and answer Jin’s.

******

Later that night, you drove up to Jin’s house after leaving work slightly early. Although you had dinner reservations initially, he told you that he had an early call in the morning and convinced you to stay the night and while he cooked you dinner. So you suggested driving over there instead of him picking you up.

Your birthday fell on a Thursday and so you asked Yoongi if you could work from home on Friday. He just responded by saying that you didn’t need to keep asking him permission to work from home. Basically, just get the job done! When you drove off, you brought an overnight bag along with your laptop so you wouldn’t have to rush back and perhaps get some work done before leaving Jin’s the next day.

You punched in a code when you arrived at the gate which promptly opened. You proceeded to park in an empty car port in his expansive garage, next to his most frequently used car–a Tesla Model X. Though, you know that he would much rather drive the car next to it--the Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. It was not as subtle but it was way sexier.

You walked up to the garage-access door after grabbing your bags from the backseat and held your phone up to scan it to the keyless entry pad.

As you walked through the side entrance and pass the gym, you noticed that most of the hallway lights were off and it was fairly quiet.

“Hey…are you in the kitchen,” you called out.

“Yep, I am. Just come on by,” he responded.

You spotted some lights illuminating the kitchen and proceeded there and rounded the corner.

“Jin, what are we—”

“Surprise!” Everyone yells.

You were so startled that you nearly dropped all of your things on the floor.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed, clutching your chest.

Your parents, Hobi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook were all here to celebrate with you.

Jin wears a wide grin on his face as he walks over to check on you. He beams at his successful surprise and kisses the top of your head. “Happy birthday, YN.”

Your mom walks towards you and gives you a warm embrace. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!”

Your dad follows shortly after. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Everyone else goes in for a hug, greeting you and making smalltalk while Jin sets all the food that he cooked on the counter, served family style. Your mom stepped in to help him set the rest of the food while Jin and Hobi proceeded to pour champagne into flutes and invited everyone to take a glass and toast to you.

He stands next to you as your family gathers around.

“First off, thank you all for coming. It’s a testament to all of the people who love and care for you. You keep your circle close and small. You are the earth and we are just satellites...”

“Dude, I swear to god…I’m going to throw up if he proposes,” Taehyung whispers to Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook shoots him a murderous look while Jimin shushes both of them.

“I’m just lucky to be allowed in your orbit. Cheers—to YN!”

Collective echoes of ‘cheers’ and ‘happy birthdays’ rung in the kitchen.

Jin leans down to give you a chaste kiss and murmur your thanks.

“Alright, guys—I’m freaking hungry! Can we eat,” you happily announced.

Leave it to you to prioritize food. As everyone gathered to serve themselves, you grab a brief, quiet moment with Jin.

“Hey,” you pull him away from the group.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for this.”

“Of course. Was the speech too much,” his eyes full of concern.

You smiled warmly. “No, no. It was perfectly sweet. Thank you,” you kissed him again.

“Anything for you.”

******

While Jin and Hobi make plans to meet up to play tennis this weekend, you spot Jungkook at the balcony talking to Taehyung and Jimin.

You excused yourself and walked towards them.

“Is this where the real party’s at,” you asked as they all turn and greet you while you step out onto the deck.

“Just talking about splitting up into teams for Saturday,” Taehyung said. “I called dibs on you for my team.”

“Bruh—you can’t just do that. We have to decide by rock, paper, scissors!” Jimin argued.

“Excuse me, I’m right here and also fully competent,” Jungkook said loudly.

The soulmates dismiss him together. Right then, Taehyung motions Jimin to head inside to give you two time alone.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes, very. And you know how much I do not like surprises.”

“I know,” he says wryly.

You were not a fan of surprises. You typically like things planned out and knowing what to expect. You’d even go as far as preferring to read spoilers online rather than waiting to be shocked by the ending.

“But…I’m making an exception,” you said.

“Looks like your parents have already taken a liking to him,” Jungkook pointed out, motioning back indoors where your dad and Jin looked like they were having an animated conversation as your mom looked on.

“Yeah—and he and Hobi are already talking about who’s got a better backhand.”

He chuckled, turning back towards the balcony’s view of the city’s night sky.

“Anyway, thank you for tonight,” you said while you leaned your back on the balcony, with your elbows leaning on the railing.

“Me? I didn’t do anything. Your man put this all together.”

“You know what I mean,” you looked at him intently.

He turns to return your gaze. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, bub.”

“I appreciate it.”

“So uh…He and I had a talk recently.”

This made you nervous. You picked your elbows up off the railing and turned your body in the same position that Jungkook faced.

“You talked? When?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t—say anything that I wasn’t supposed to,” he said, dropping his voice.

This briefly eased your worries and you visibly relaxed.

“But uh…yeah, it was a good talk.”

“Yeah?”

He hummed, assuredly. “Are you happy?”

You nodded earnestly. “I am.”

“Then I’m happy that you’re happy.”

You move in to give him a hug. He exhales deeply, clearing all of his thoughts. He bends down to give you a kiss on the crown of your head, lingering there.

It was a hard pill to swallow. He wasn’t losing you…not really. But deep down, he knew that Jin could take care of you in a way that he may never be able to.

******

By the end of the night, you say your goodbyes to your parents and friends. Jungkook and the soulmates left half an hour before them since he was designated driver and he had an early call the following morning as well.

Hobi was the last to leave after an extra hour conversing about wine, real estate trends in Jin’s neighborhood, and tennis.

After Jin shuts the door, you give him a hug.You sighed into his chest.

“Did you have a good birthday?”

“Yes, I did. Very much so.”

He smiled, pleased with how the evening turned out.

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, I was nervous about meeting your parents,” he confesses.

You lift your head up to look at him. “Is this the first time you’ve met parents?”

He cleared his throat. “No but…your parents made me nervous.”

“What? How come?”

“I really wanted to make a good impression— because you’re really special to me.”

You give him a look of confusion as he looks to be struggling with his next words.

“YN, I know it’s only been a couple months but… I just never felt this way about anybody before,” he starts.

Your heart starts to race while you notice his ears start to turn crimson.

“You make me see things from a whole different perspective and…I thought I was content in my life and I didn’t think that I was missing anything until I met you.”

“Jin—what are…” you gasped.

“What I’m trying to say is that…I’m in love with you, YN. I love you.”

You never thought that this moment would happen again. When you meet somebody new…you think of the first time you hold hands, the first kiss, the first time you share a bed. They each gave you a different feeling.

But the first ‘I love you’? Sigh. To you, it was always magical.

“I know you’re thinking it might be too soon—“ he started to ramble nervously.

“No—“ you cut him off.

Your answer takes him by surprise and his face falters.

“I meant… no, it’s not too soon.” You cupped his cheeks with both hands.

“I love you, too,” you whispered to him, giggling.

His smile was slow but grew into the widest grin you had ever seen. He pulls you in by your waist and seals his lips with yours. You let out a combination of a giggle and a yelp as he lifts you off the floor in excitement.

At that moment, your fears and apprehension slowly faded. Perhaps you may have already reached the end of your journey or at least you were close enough to see it.

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Itachi planning an ‘adult’ surprise for his mate

Anon: hello, i wanted to place an order for itachi and neji wanting to make a surprise +18 for his alpha. if you want to do it 👉👈 and just an apology to bother you.

(I decided to just go with Itachi if that’s okay? So, I’m pretty sure you wanted him planning out an ‘adult’ surprise to seduce their mates, right? If I didn’t understand properly, send in another message and I’ll rewrite it for you xx Also, you weren’t bothering me at all!! Thank you for sending this in!!)

Warnings: N-sfw under cut

Itachi:

Itachi isn’t good with things like this…

He wants to do something for his alpha, something fun, something… sexy (even thinking that word makes him cringe).

But he doesn’t know where to start and he’s also unbelievably nervous.

(Itachi struggles to view himself as sexy, so this is certainly a conundrum for him.)

He definitely goes for something simple and quite vanilla, something more in his comfort zone.

He ends up picking out some lingerie.

It’s simple, not too embarrassing, and didn’t require him having to venture into any sex shops, he could get it from a normal clothes shop. (But he still sent a henged clone because he was too embarrassed, the cutie.)

You’ve always told him that darker colours look good on him, that they are striking against his pale complexion, so he picked out something with that in mind.

Black seemed to be a little much, and red just reminded him too much of his clan, so he picked out a dark blue two piece with a lot of lace (anything sheer would just make him combust in embarrassment, so lace it was.)

He hides the underwear in the back of his bedside drawer underneath a genjutsu while at the Akatsuki headquarters. He ends up bringing it on a mission he was taking with you that would require staying in a hotel for a small period. Perfect. He wasn’t exactly comfortable at the Akatsuki headquarters, after all.

On one evening during a quiet lull in the mission, he slips on the lingerie in the hotel bathroom and immediately pulls on his lounge clothes over the top, too flustered to look at himself in the mirror.

He can’t believe he’s doing this.

Checking one final time to ensure the lingerie can’t be seen underneath his clothes, Itachi takes a deep breath and pulls open the bathroom door.

“Are you all ready for bed, my love?” your voice immediately shatters any confidence he had managed to build in the bathroom. What on earth was he doing?

“Itachi?” you call again, likely prompted by his sudden silence. “Are you okay?”

“I- yes, sorry, I’m fine,” Itachi flushes.

You hum in disapproval, walking over to him and trying to press a hand to his forehead to test his temperature. Itachi dodges the attempt awkwardly, embarrassed to even be standing this close to his alpha while he was dressed in something so scandalous.

An unfortunate side effect of his dodge is that his sleeve slips off of one of his shoulders, revealing the lacy strap of his hidden lingerie. Itachi startles as he realises what has happened, but before he can blush and stutter and abandon this whole plan, his alpha pins him with a heavy stare and runs a finger over the newly revealed lace. He can feel and smell his mate’s building lust and he can’t stop the shivers running through him. His underwear gets tighter as the smell of his aroused mate clouds his senses. Distantly, somewhere in between the heady clouds of lust, he manages to be grateful that his plan is working.

“This is a lovely surprise,” you coo lowly into his ear, brushing some of his loose hair from his face. “Do I get to see my full surprise now?”

Itachi nods, red-faced, and allows you to take off his shirt, your obvious arousal soothing his nerves somewhat.

Itachi can hear all the air leave your lungs as the little bralette is revealed. You look completely enamoured, and Itachi can hardly believe that someone is looking at him like that. Like he’s something worse appreciating. Like he’s someone... sexy.

You run your hands appreciatively over the lace, sending little bolts of pleasure down Itachi’s spine as you catch his nipples with your fingers. The smirk on your face tells him that it was most definitely intentional, but before he has time to reprimand you for teasing him, you start to pepper kisses all around the edges of the blue fabric, and any complaints fly from his mind as his thoughts turn to what else you could be doing with your mouth.

“Are there any more wonderful surprises for me?” you say, a hint of an aroused growl lining your words. Your hands are hovering around the waist of his trousers and Itachi nods, a shaky hand pressed to his mouth, confirming what you had clearly already figured out.

With a touch that feels both careful and impatient, he feels you pull his pyjama trousers down, nails lightly grazing the skin underneath and all of a sudden, Itachi’s nerves return full force. He’s standing in a hotel room, wearing only lingere, while his mate is eye level with his… well… Itachi almost takes a step backwards automatically, but his alpha simply reaches out an arm to keep him still.

“Beautiful,” they whisper lovingly, leaning forward to nuzzle at his crotch.

“Oh,” Itachi gasps, bending over and placing a hand on his mate’s shoulder for support, hair falling into his line of sight. And as if his control over himself isn’t bad enough, a very embarrassing squeak escapes him as his alpha starts to give little kitten licks to the head of his cock through the lacy fabric of his underwear.

“Fuck,” Itachi moans out a rare curse, his stomach clenching with need. There was no one else in the world that could make him feel like this, he was sure of it. He had never been intimate with anyone else, but he’s convinced that his alpha is the best. There’s no possible way that anyone could make him feel better than this, not from such small touches.

“You are so stunning,” you tell him, ceasing your ministrations for the time being. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a gift so spectacular, but I adore it. I understand why you were nervous now,” you tease, “But there was no need for it, you never have to be nervous around me. Let me show you how much I appreciate the gesture.”

With one final heated look, you bend forward and grab the edge of his lingerie with your teeth and slowly pull it down his legs.

Itachi suddenly forgets how to breathe. He’s definitely right. There’s no one else who can make him feel like you do.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Subspace.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for aaaaaggggeees, I actually forgot I’d written it 🤣, another different sort of writing and I hope you all enjoy (Please remember this is a work of fiction)! 💕💕

Summary: The first time Tom realises his girlfriend is stuck in subspace.

Warnings: Mentions of sex (Minors do not engage), talks of a dom! x sub! relationship, swearing, mentions of an injury.

Something is wrong with you and Tom can’t put his finger on it. You’re not yourself and haven’t been since last night. You seem almost out of it, as if you’re here but at the same time not.

“Shit.” You muttered out as you caught your foot on the edge of the couch and fell onto your knees. This is what Tom is talking about, you’re not usually this clumsy but this morning? You’ve had his heart hammering in his chest more times this morning than you have in the last year of dating.

“Darling, are you okay?” Tom asked as he helped you to your feet, a complete look of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, just lost my footing.” You smiled as you flopped onto the couch. “Think my legs are still recovering.” You huffed out through a laugh.

“Are you sure? You’re a lot clumsier than normal.” Tom was concerned now, it was growing inside his stomach and he couldn’t shift it, he just couldn’t put his finger on what was going on with you.

“Like I say, I think my legs are still a bit shaky from last night.” You shrugged as you trained your eyes onto the TV.

You’d had an intense session last night, you’d had multiple orgasms and both of you had had earth shattering ones to finish off, the kind that knocked him out almost completely, how tired he was washing over him in an instant. It had been one of your more intense sessions in fourteen month relationship, although you had a dom, sub relationship it was never too out there. Orgasm denials, multiple orgasms, light choking, him tying you up were as far as you’d ventured so far.

Tom only grew more concerned as the day went on, especially when he walked through to the living room at 1pm and found you still on the couch. You were in the same position he’d left you in almost two hours ago.

“Darling,” Tom asked and you mindlessly hummed in response. “You’re meeting your friend in twenty minutes.” He pointed out and he watched as you picked your phone up and checked the time, panicking as you saw it.

“Shit, shit, shit. Lost track of time.” You said as you shot past him and upstairs. Of course Tom understood that anyone could lose track of time, it just happened. But you? No, you were the most organised and punctual person he knew, if you said you would be somewhere, you’d turn up ten minutes early, you didn’t do late.

You quickly rushed out a ‘love you’ with a quick kiss to his cheek as you practically ran out of the door. Tom found himself thanking the Gods that you weren’t driving with how you’d been this morning.

You came back a few hours later, rushing into the living room and practically throwing yourself at him. You were cold from the winter air and it made Tom shiver slightly at the sudden temperature change he was experiencing.

“You okay?” He asked as his hand came to the back of your head, your face stuffed into his chest.

“I missed you.” You sniffled and Tom was taken aback, this was normal when he’d spent weeks away from you, but hours? You were a pretty independent person, although you and Tom were extremely close, you were by no means completely attached at the hip.

“I missed you too.” Tom comforted as he squeezed you, you pulled yourself closer, making him shift so you could straddle him. Clinging to him as if he’d disappear, although you were a cuddly person by nature you were usually happy just cuddled into his side as you watched TV.

“You did?” You asked as you pulled back to look at him, excitement in your eyes, almost like a child. Tom furrowed his brows, this was unusual, like he says, you’re an independent person, you were acting like you needed him to say it, needed him to reassure you.

Of course, there had been times where you had needed that from him, when the media or the fans had been pretty hard on you but as far as he was aware that wasn’t the case right now.

“Of course I did.” Tom reassured as he ran his thumb over your cheek and you leant into the minor touch, making Tom take your face in his hand. You seemed to be craving his touch, it seemed to be something you needed he observed over the next hour.

You stayed in his lap, whining when he stopped running his hand over your back or through your hair. Nuzzling so far into him that he was sure you were trying to get inside him, when he got up to go into the kitchen you’d trail behind him like a lost puppy. All of your behaviours making Tom grow more and more concerned over you.

In the last few hours you’d seemingly lost coordination of your body, lost track of time and now you were almost emotionally and physically needy. Not that Tom would ever call you needy, or mean it in a bad way, he just didn’t know how else to describe how you were being.

The last straw came when you were making a brew for the two of you, after spending all day seemingly trying to make him happy, needing confirmation from him that your actions were indeed making him so.

“Did I put enough milk in your tea?”

“Yeah,” Tom furrowed his brows, “why?”

“I can make you another if not.” You panicked.

“Did I get the right one?” You asked as you brought a blanket down from the bedroom.

“I never specified which one I wanted.” Tom laughed and watched a panicked look escape you.

“Well when you said a blanket you must have had one in mind, I can go and get it.”

“Darling, calm down.” Tom said with furrowed brows as he forced you to sit with him and trying to stop your panic.

“I just want to make sure you’re happy. That I’m not misbehaving.” You said through a panicked voice and Tom’s concern hit a level he wasn’t sure was possible. Misbehaving? You weren’t a child, you weren’t his pet.

“Baby, you do make me happy.” Tom said. “What’s going on with you? What do you mean misbehaving?” Tom asked and he watched as you shrugged.

“I just want to make sure I’m being good.” You shrugged as you settled back down.

Tom watched as you filled the cup in your hand, the water rising and before Tom could stop it happening, it happened. The water overflowed and poured out onto your hand, you hissed in pain as you pulled it from the cup, putting the kettle down as you did.

“Fuck darling.” Tom panicked as he instantly grasped your arm and shoved your hand under the cold tap.

“That hurt a bit.” You said and Tom’s eyebrows shot up.

“A bit? Y/N/N, you’ve just practically scolded yourself.” Tom panicked as he continued to keep your hand under the cold tap. “Where were you?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“I don’t know, I feel a bit,” you paused as you thought of the word. “Floaty,” you settled on.

“Floaty?”

“Yeah, I feel like I keep drifting off today. I’m sorry, have I upset you?” You suddenly asked, eyes finding his.

“Upset? What? Darling, what is going on?” Tom asked as he placed both his hands on your face. You’d just burnt yourself and you seemed more concerned about whether he was upset than your burnt hand.

“I don’t know.” You admitted as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Oh sweetheart.” Tom said as he pulled you into his chest, making sure your hand stayed under the tap. He held for a few minutes, placing kisses into your hairline as your silent tears wet his t shirt. He pulled back after a while, pulling your hand from under the tap to examine it, he was relieved to see no blisters, that you were extremely fucking lucky and had avoided a trip to A & E.

Your hand was still red raw and had a heat to it so Tom grabbed a tea towel and drenched it in cold water, wrapping it around your hand.

“Tommy, I’m tired.” You said almost childlike, almost as you do when you’re in a drunken state. “I’m really tired.” You said again.

“Okay, I’m gonna go and grab some burn cream and then I’ll put you to bed, okay?” He reassured as he led you upstairs and into the bathroom. Once in there he quickly applied the cream to your hand, he was thankful Sam had talked him into buying some, the chef in him reminding the family how bad burns could be. Once he’d dressed you, he helped you get into bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Wait, where are you going?” You asked as Tom was about to leave the room. “You’re not staying?” You asked in a small voice. Your behaviour had certainly taken a turn over the day.

“I can if you want me to?” He said and he watched you frantically nod your head. He cuddled you until you fell asleep and then carefully removed himself from the bed, careful in his every move not to wake you.

It wasn’t long before he was dialling his best friends number and asking him to come over.

“What’s up?” Harrison asked he plopped down on the couch next to Tom.

“Y/N/N.” Tom sighed and Harrisons brows shot up in concern.

“Has something happened? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” Tom huffed out as he ran a hand through his hair. “She’s not been herself today and I don’t know what to do.” Tom admitted.

“How’d you mean?”

“Well for starters she spent most of this morning tripping over things. She lost track of time earlier on today, you know her, she doesn’t do that.” Tom sighed and Harrison shrugged.

“Maybe she genuinely did, we can’t all be perfect.” Haz laughed and Tom looked at him seriously.

“Haz, she’s been, needy. Like I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, just out of character. She told me she didn’t want to ‘misbehave.’” Tom said and Haz furrowed his brows in thought.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Tom shrugged.

“Are you guys like, you know.” Harrison started nervously before collecting himself with a deep breath. “Do you have a dom, sub dynamic?” He asked and Tom furrowed his brows for what felt that the millionth time that day.

“Yeah.” Tom answered carefully.

“And is she the sub?” He asked.

“Harrison.” Tom warned, he wasn’t one to discuss the ins and outs of his sex life with other people, he saw it as a private thing between two people.

“Just,” Haz sighed. “Hear me out, please. Is she?”

“Yeah.” Tom answered again, carefully.

“Have you had a session recently?” He asked again and Tom nodded in response, he was lost, what the fuck did this have to do with anything? “When you engage in your dom side, do you, you know, like ‘punish’ her for misbehaving?”

“Harrison, what the fuck has this got to do with-” Tom cut himself off as realisation dawned on him. You’d been a brat yesterday and he’d acted accordingly.

“It’s called subspace mate.” Harrison said.

“But this has never happened before? Why would it happen now?”

“It doesn’t always happen, sometimes it just takes her hormones being out of balance. Maybe she slipped into it and you never fully coaxed her back, would explain why she’s stuck in a sub mentality.” Haz shrugged.

“But I’ve done everything we normally do in aftercare, I’ve looked after her, reassured her.” Tom reeled off.

“Maybe she’s looking for her dominating partner to bring her back?” Haz suggested. “Try being more forceful.”

“I don’t wanna push her Haz, she fucking burnt herself earlier, completely on another planet when she made a brew.”

“Maybe you have been doing without realising it.”

“What?”

“Kept her in subspace, you’ve coddled her. Made her feel safe, taken care of. Look, I don’t know Tom, every woman is different but it sounds like based on her behaviour, that you have pulled her further under without meaning to.”

“Okay, thanks Haz.” Tom said. They enjoyed a good hour or so together, catching up before Tom’s phone pinged with a message from you asking where he was. Tom sighed as he read it.

“Try being a little firmer with her.” Harrison suggested and Tom nodded as he said goodbye to his friend. “Don’t beat yourself up, these things take trial and error and as long as you are both safe, happy and learning it’ll be okay.” Harrison reassured as he placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder before heading out.

Tom collected himself as he made his way back into your shared bedroom. Your eyes instantly finding his as you flew out of the bed and into his arms, he took a deep breath before his next move. Clearly he needed to change tactic, he just wasn’t sure which one you needed.

“Y/N,” he said as he pulled you back, holding you at arms length as he looked you deeply in the eye. “I need you to come back.” He said and he watched as you furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean? I’m here?”

“You’re not, not properly.” Tom said a little firmly. “You’re still in that floaty place, as you called it.”

“No, Tom.” You laughed. “I feel floaty, I didn’t go anywhere.” You giggled.

“You did and now I need you to come back.” He tried again.

“Tom, you’re being silly.” You laughed again, “I’m right in front of you.” You said, “see you’re touching me.” You continued as you gestured to his hands on your shoulders. Tom didn’t miss your tone, your bratty tone, he changed tactic, eyebrow raising in challenge.

“What did you just call me?” Tom asked, voice demanding, the same tone he used when he was ‘punishing’ you in bed. He watched as you smirked.

“I called you silly.” You challenged and Tom hummed as he backed you into the wall.

“Are you being a brat princess? Are you sure that’s what you want to go with right now? You’re making it sound like you want me to punish you.” He said, lips close to yours as his breath fanned your face, your breath hitching as you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t want to misbehave anymore.” You said and Tom looked you directly in the eyes.

“Then I want you to come back.” He spoke, voice laced in a tone that had told you to ‘get on the bed’, ‘cum for me.’ He watched as an understanding flashed across your eyes and Tom continued. “Come on princess, I need you to come back. I need my Y/N.” He whispered as he captured your lips in his own. “It would make me happy if you did.” He finished.

He watched as your eyes became less vacant, slowly coming back as he coaxed you out with well placed kisses and demands. It wasn’t long before your hand wound into his hair and Tom sighed in relief as his head found your neck.

“That was fucking weird.” You snorted, voice completely your own.

“That’s never happened before.” Tom said as he pulled back to look at you.

“It was so strange, it’s like I needed you to be the opposite of how you are during aftercare. I just kind of stayed in subspace last night.” You rambled.

“You knew you were in subspace?”

“Well yeah, you’ve done it before but you always coaxed me out of it.” You admitted and Tom looked confused.

“What happened last night? Why didn’t it work?” Tom panicked, had he missed something?

“Don’t know.” You shrugged. “I suppose you fell asleep quicker than usual and I had one of the best orgasms I think I’ve ever had.” You said and you took in the look on Tom’s face. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up, it happens.”

“But I missed it.”

“Yeah but you still kept me safe. That’s what this is about right? Having fun and being safe. Tom you make me feel so safe, how do you think I end up in subspace sometimes, it’s a different kind of pleasure. As a sub I make myself completely vulnerable to you and you make me feel so safe and wanted and the level of trust I have in you is off the charts and sometimes it just happens, sometimes I drift off.”

“Maybe we pushed it too far.” Tom said as he took your hand in his, placed a kiss to the back of your injured hand. “I couldn’t protect you from this.”

“Tom,” you sighed. “The burn was a mistake, you can’t protect me from everything. If you’re worried I regret what we did last night because of this then don’t be. I don’t regret anything we’ve tried and I trust you, okay? Remember that one time I used the safe word and you stopped immediately and took care of me?” You asked and Tom nodded.

“This is something that does take an element of trial and error, getting fully used to everything that can happen. You took care of me, you brought me back, Tom I trust you completely with me.” You continued. “I’ve never given myself over to someone the way I have you and I’m glad, I’m glad I get to experience these things with you and I wouldn’t change it or you for the world.”

“I promise I won’t miss it next time.” Tom reassured and you smiled as you kissed him.

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x female reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic

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Breathless Whispers - Shu

My new series. Will take a while to complete (don’t mind the fact I am STILL working on the Easter Smut series). It’s based off an ask I got and is very sinful and I implore everyone who is triggered by the following to NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES. The tags will vary from each entry but “Breathless Whispers” is a SAKAMAKI BROTHERS X STEPMOTHER! READER Smut series. As such Cheating/Adultery and pseudo-incest/stepcest are always going to be included in the chapters.

Tags for this chapter: Stepcest/pseudo-incest, cheating, NTR (Netorare) ((Karlheinz gets cucked)), dub-con (the reader believes she has feelings for Shu), dubiously-consensual implied impregnation, mentions of pregnancy, blood, and my out-of-practice smut writing skills that border on cringe, Happy sex (?)

This is as vanilla as it’s gonna get for this series, methinks. Next chapter it’s Reiji’s turn. ;) Happy sinning ❤

WORD COUNT: 5.8K (11 pages)

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In his life, Shu learnt to try to ignore meaningless things around him and to feel as precious little as possible - he didn’t need to feel, it added no enhancement to his life. To love was to have weakness and those he loved and cared for often ended tragically.

It was only natural that he chose to stick to himself and become a solitary creature after all that he’s been through, was it not? Solitude meant safety. Slowly but surely Shu cut as many emotions away with a metaphorical knife as he could, opting instead to be careless regarding all matters. He didn’t need anyone else, just himself. Only himself.

But there was one emotion that refused to leave, one emotion he would never allow the chance to withdraw from his heart - hatred. Pure, unadulterated loathing towards the man who caused his, his brothers’ and their mothers’ tragedies - Karlheinz. The hatred he felt was coated by a layer of would-be indifference - he knew better than to challenge the man, at least for the meanwhile - memories from the North Pole haunted him still. His father was a cruel, demanding man and Shu felt abhorrence, perhaps it did not reach the hatred felt by some other brothers but it was there and undying.

Karlheinz’s largest sin of all was the pain he caused his mother - the burdens he put onto him were a close second, however. But Beatrix’s suffering still wounded Shu to think about even after so many years had passed. The guilt instilled in him from that time flowed through his veins, unrelenting. His mother had her streaks of emotionally tormenting him but after all she merely wanted to prepare him for a difficult life ahead and Shu missed her presence as demanding as it was. And that was why when his father chose to re-marry yet again, Shu felt nothing but slight pity for the bride but regardless, he felt towards her as he did with most things; wholly indifferent. That was, of course, until he got to know the woman - he recalled the wedding day, it was a boring event and the fact his appearance had to be publicly seen bothered him for he’d much rather be doing anything but - still, he did as told and attended, albeit with minimal effort.

You made for a blushing bride, he couldn’t deny that. Glamorous appearance was hardly something he heeded though, and his father was known for choosing beautiful women as his wives - you knew nothing of the terrible fate that was bound to befall you in the coming months or years. At least all the other wives were long dead, namely Cordelia (whose torments only fed into the neglect his father served his mother, furthering her agonies) so you’d have no other competitors for Karlheinz’s horrid affections. He felt nothing for you, then. But unbeknownst to him, that detachment would not last forever and soon thereafter Karlheinz sent his bride away to live with his sons: what drove his father to such a foolish decision baffled Shu and he felt it somewhat of a ploy, another experiment to conduct. Maybe it was, but then again it only wasted time and energy to speculate on what went through Karlheinz’s mind. But you were their new stepmother, not one of their sacrificial brides; that was made clear, if unspoken. You were not their shared property but the property of the vampire king and it was to be respected, even if you had a puppet authority or no true power over them.

He avoided you at first, in his mind getting to know anyone was worthless; and yet you persisted under the guise of ‘getting to know’ him and the others, wanting a relationship with your new stepsons. None of them really wanted a relationship with you, except for perhaps Reiji who hoped that you’d speak well of him to his father, ever-the-suckup.

You were a vampire of course, although it was surprising to learn that you were not a pureblood as they were. Karlheinz always made his decisions for a reason and he knew the reason for marrying you wasn’t love: therefore must’ve been something else entirely.

Karlheinz was incapable of love.

Gradually he found himself enjoying your attempted affections and voice - you figured out his disposition and chose to talk to him without expecting anything more than grunts and hums in return, knowing he preferred to listen to his music. Even he wasn’t sure at what point in your relationship he started to favour the sound of your melodious voice to his earphones, but it happened and he soon found himself turning down the volume as you spoke about your day if only to listen to your sweet voice far more vividly. He started to seek you out, something...unusual growing in his soul at the sight of you - he began appearing in places you were around the mansion, silently guarding you against the likes of the others (such as Laito). He liked being around you - a feeling he’d lost long ago ever since the “death” of Edgar - true companionship. But it couldn’t last perpetually, as nothing ever could, and those amicable feelings grew until they bloomed into something far darker than protectiveness towards his new stepmother and prospective friend - his heart yearned for you in the most unusual ways. It was troublesome for an overwhelming variety of reasons, primarily because he couldn’t have you. His romantic intentions soon turned to a subtle obsession. He needed to be close to you, always there - watching.

You’d always smile and greet him pleasantly, innocently - how on earth you could be so innocent after centuries’ worth of living on this earth, much less so after marrying Karlheinz, he had no clue. Your naivety and sweet nature brought him to you, made him fall into insanity because of you. It wasn’t instantaneous, things rarely were. Months went by but eventually he could no longer cope, his dreams were haunted by your form and always the exact same: you laid nude, breasts perfect and demure for him to corrupt, moaning out his name like the most delightful song from an ephemeral musical meant only for him. But when he awoke he was alone.

You tempted him without even knowing it but it was only a matter of time before it would come back to haunt you, he couldn’t be expected to have control over his instincts and needs forever and the time came when he finally snapped.

Stepmother or not, he was going to have you. In a way, it served as the most exquisite form of perceived vengeance towards that man - to steal his wife. He was hesitant about how to approach his desire to seduce you, such things were really more of Laito’s expertise, but he’d be damned if he failed to achieve his goals. You were too good for Karlheinz - a kindly thing to the point of intoxication and frustration, too pure for a vampire. He wanted to be the one to fully spoil your spirit, he wouldn’t permit his father to shatter your psyche as he did with all his previous wives. Shu was going to protect you, but in order to do that he first had to take you; claim you for himself. And that’s when he came across the most intriguing sight: your hushed moans of pleasure as your [slender/chubby/elegant] fingers stroked your glistening cunt in your private chambers - the same chambers which were supposed to be blessed in sacred matrimony if only his father hadn’t left you here all alone at the mercy of his ravenous sons. He must’ve assumed such a thing would happen sooner or later, hadn’t he? If not, then...well, Shu couldn’t help but think it his father’s loss from his own folly. “Shu.” Your angelic voice uttered his name - not his father’s, not your husband’s - but his. In your moment of unholy ecstasy, it was him on your mind; thoughts of him that edged you to your bliss. His obsessive passions were returned to him in kind, it seemed, and he couldn’t be more glad.

“Shu?” You questioned the following evening at dusk, that blossom-pink blush dusting your cheeks like an undead Aphrodite, tempting him further into his hidden lustful hunger, “Is...is everything okay? You’ve been staring at me all evening and I just wanted to ask if there’s something wrong-” He sighed, eyes half-lidded as if tired but it was his internal frustration revealed. “There is.” “Oh?” You pouted and fuck, he wanted to bruise your plump lips right there and then until they held his mark. “You really are more trouble than you’re worth,” It was a lie, of course, but he was a guarded man and his words reflected that. “Shu…? What do you mean?” The sadistic aspect of him was fuelled by the subtle distress in your eyes, however, you tried to remain calm, he’d said harsher things and you knew he scarcely ever meant them but something...something seemed so offbeat tonight. No, not just tonight - as of recently, but you couldn’t place a finger on the exact date when things began to change between you.

Your hands were down, pressed together as your thumbs nervously rubbed the other. You just wanted answers. “Heh,” He smirked, “You have no idea how alluring you are, do you?” His tired eyes stared earnestly into your soul and you felt stripped of your integrity. An innocent blush flooded your visage with lecherous embarrassment at such a sensual suggestion, sputtering out various syllables as you rushed to find your footing and speak out in protest of such an inappropriate topic between mother and son - that was what you were, related or not...you were his mother, even if merely by marriage. Guilt clogged your throat up as you thought of your own lust for your stepson, he was only slightly younger than you were and handsome beyond compare (as much as you loathed to admit it, your carnal self preferred Shu’s indescribable silent grace and steely blue eyes to the snowy tresses of his father) and disgust for yourself stung you deeper than a knife dipped in holy water - had he...witnessed your acts of depravity in your chambers? Did he know? “S-Shu, I...I don’t know what you mean,” You were drowning, unable to form proper words, “Don’t.” He cut you off before you could deny what you both knew at that moment. You weren’t as innocent and proper as you made yourself out to be. As you wished to be. No, you were a creature of tainted prurience and Shu was more than happy to play into your fantasies. You paled and nodded, if you were human your heart would’ve surely been palpitating by now. Fear wholly consumed you - would he be disgusted by you - no, he would’ve made that clear by now. Shu hid his thoughts and feelings from others but if he’d felt abhorrent disgust he wouldn’t have chosen to speak to you or indeed even be around you, you trusted that truth if nothing else. But then there was only one explanation for his demeanour, one that made you clench your thighs tight as you stood before him, a woman. He stood from his seat, no longer laying on the windowsill. “You’ve been a terrible wife,” Tears of crimson welled in your eyes while your knees felt weak but you nodded, ashamed. “Yes.” “And a filthy mother,” His harsh breath on your ear and neck made you whimper, “Y...yes,” You stuttered out with another whimpering moan, “Shu please don’t toy with me, I’m sorry I-” Without another sound escaping your painted lips you felt the amorous pressure of your stepson’s kiss, disclosing the intense emotions he returned for you. Your mind screamed at you for your sins and yet you were both inhuman creatures; Perpetuity of faithfulness was boresome and your husband had done little but ignore you and your hopes for a good life. Shu, however, had been there since the beginning of your marriage - even if you’d started out as nothing more than his father’s wife - now you were so much more, immensely more. Your knees buckled as you gave into the kiss, unable to avoid your feelings for him a second longer - you needed him just like this and he needed you too.

Human or not, the inherent wrongness burned your flesh and chest. You’d tried to be a good wife but your husband had practically abandoned you here with his sons bred for him by other women, he’d left you here and did little to even write to you. Loneliness was an obvious side-effect and it was only a matter of time before you would’ve fallen into another’s arms. But your debauchery brought you right into his son’s embrace. A terrible wife indeed.

Shu devoured your moans, swallowing your lust and increasing his own as his ample size grew in the confinements of his pants. “Fuck,” He huffed out as you pulled away from him, blinking. Your thighs burned with a need only he could satisfy. A shy hand wandered down his body towards his growing erection, stroking it from the fabric of his pants. Your efforts were rewarded by the sound of his deep groans. How long had it been since anyone touched you like this? Since you’d been able to make someone feel unutterable pleasure - since anyone made you feel wanted? You had slept with Karlheinz only a couple of times and he failed to sate your inner hunger as Shu was doing with only kisses and loving groans. “You’re playing with fire,” He breathed out, staring at you and sealing you in place. “I...know,” You swallowed thickly, “P-please, I...I need-” “What do you need, whore?” His teasing words of degradation made you feel alive, you were the object of his uttermost attention. His lips traced your neck, licking and gnawing but never piercing, fangs flying over the tender flesh. “You.” The certainty in your otherwise meek voice nearly made him burst right there. He was done restraining himself, pearly fangs sharper than needles pierced your neck as Shu drank the sweet nectar beneath. Your pleasured moans filled the hallways of the Sakamaki manor and he prayed his brothers could hear you wherever they were knowing that he won you. And he was going to keep you. You were going to no longer be just his stepmother - you would be his woman.

The blood, thick and plentiful, dripped down your neck. The droplets were not wasted as his tongue gathered them before they could drip onto the marble flooring. Shu was going to get addicted to this taste - your taste - he was sure of it. This was what you were made for; to belong to him. As he did this you toyed with his pants, unzipping them and releasing his erect cock from its prison, letting it spring free, wet with precum. “Oh fuck,” You whimpered at the sensation, pumping up and down his length. You wanted this, you wanted him so badly. You could feel yourself slowly dripping with clenched thighs. This was wrong - it was revolting - but you couldn’t stop the heat inside you, your inner desires. On your quest to befriend your sons you inadvertently ended up falling in love with one of them and never before had you longed to be held by someone as you did when you were with him.

You wanted to be his, no one else’s. But you couldn’t be, for you already were a taken woman; despite the truth, you wanted to succumb to your immorality; to pretend that, for tonight alone, you were his.

Once he pulled away from your neck Shu chuckled lowly, “You’re such a lewd slut, mother.” You cringed at the name, reminding yourself of the positions between you two and, for a short-lived second, you attempted to pull away except the moment you did he caged in on you, back shoved against the wall with burning eyes glaring at you. “But you’re going to be my slut from now on.” his breath hitched as your hand movements sped up, blushing crimson from your wicked sensuality. You were loving this, in all its sinfulness. “Y-Yes,” You choked out submissively as you brought him to his edge, creamy cum coating your hand and sinking into the fabric of your dress, physically tainting you. It drove you wild.

The sight of you in front of him, dress dripping with his cum made him hard almost instantly as he ordered you to strip for him after he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty music room - he didn’t want to be interrupted by any of his bothersome brothers.

“Strip for me.”

You nodded and bit down harshly on your lip, droplets of blood still flowing from your neck at the open puncture wound, staining the white semen-soaked fabric as you unzipped the back and slowly released your hold on it as it fell down your form until you were exposed in only your undergarments, intimate and raw. This was incredibly embarrassing and yet, for him...you didn’t mind humiliating yourself. You were convinced of it, now: you were in love with him. Soft hands twirled around to unclip your bra, feeling as though it wasn’t merely your body which you were exposing to him but your very being as your breasts bounced free from the cups’ confinements, bra forgotten as you threw it down onto the floor, not caring about anything else but him. ‘Don’t do this’, your sanity pleaded but whatever morality may have existed in the cage of your heart was extinguished with a single gaze into his yearning eyes. If you didn’t do this the lack of his touch on your skin would surely drive you insane. You just wanted to be loved, cherished and used.

You were married - and although that sentiment alone should have been enough to snap you out of this sexual haze you were trapped in, it did little to sway your lust-filled judgement. Swallowing nervously your fingers dipped below the strips of your panties, sliding down your silky thighs, pride consumed you as you watched his subtle but intense reactions, the way his thick member twitched in anticipation made you feel powerful for the first time in your life. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. “Come here,” He growled, making you squeal as you nodded like a good little whore and fell onto your knees, crawling over to him - you felt like putting on a show for him, filled with risque concupiscence. If your husband was to ever find out you feared the consequences and despite the dangers, it drove you further into the arms of his eldest son to consider how taboo, how wrong such a union was. There was something unspokenly intimate about this. An intimacy from which you never wished to awaken. As soon as you were at his feet you admired his cock, glistening from residue cum in the moonlight. “Oh God,” You were about to cross a border from which you could never return and it turned you on profoundly to think about how your relationship would develop from here. Opening your mouth, you took his length inside your warmth, (e/c) eyes staring up at him like a sweet gazelle, pumping your head up and down and twisting your tongue around him as you sucked his member with a fierce determination to please. He believed this was the closest to heaven he would ever be; you, his personal fallen angel at his feet, his cock in your mouth.

Shu thought you were perfect just like this; doing all the work as you fucked your mouth on his cock, giving him your all as he sat back, eyes fluttering shut to focus on the pleasure you were providing. You were so good for him, such a pretty girl. Such an ideal woman, his woman. Further lewd commentary fell from his lips as he prompted you on. He wanted you on your knees for him each night, and you would be. He would make sure that things would stay this way forever now he was so close to having you all to himself. Even if it meant having to fight against his father, even if it meant the most intensive of efforts and having to use all the energy he had stored in his muscles - though he’d never utter it aloud, for you he would do anything.

Even if the only way to keep you would be to commit patricide. You were worth it. Just before his release, he pulled your head back by gripping your hair forcefully causing a pained yell to escape from you, your voice full of physical anguish that set off a primal need within his chest. “That’s enough.” He then lifted your chin to look him in the eyes, “Ride me.” You gulped back the juices in your mouth and shakily stood as your thighs were flooded with slick. “Y-Yes I…” You blushed vehemently as you aligned yourself with his cock, sucking in a sharp hiss as you felt the heat of it against your burning cunt. “I want you to make me yours.” Instantly you sat down, thighs clenched as your walls adjusted to the intrusion, making you cry out in ecstasy. Did you seriously almost orgasm simply from having his length inside of you? You couldn’t be blamed - not when your husband had neglected you. But it was going to be all better now that Shu was here to help you. Just as a good stepson should. “Fuck,” He gasped out quietly, breath falling from his chest. You were so fucking tight he could’ve potentially fooled himself into believing you were still virginal. That was, of course, until he reminded himself that his father stole that honour for himself and elicited underlying rage in Shu. With the buck of his hips he drove himself inside you as you cried out his name, holding tightly onto him, arms tied around his neck as you rode him, clumsily moving your hips and revealing your sexual inexperience to him; the knowledge that his father didn’t seem to take any time cherishing your body like this, lewd and sinful, eased him somewhat because it meant he could be the one to make you completely lose your mind and become his perfect little whore.

Maybe he’d even make you his wife, along the way.

His arms held your waist and he lazily guided the movement of your hips. You were insatiable, rapid. He could tell you wanted to go faster but his strong hands consistently ceased your attempts - he was going to force you to take your time, to truly feel the way his cock filled your insides, to ensure your walls would take the shape of his dick.

He wanted you to know that he was superior to his father, that no one could ever please you better. He never felt so attached to anyone prior to you, you did something to him. Something dark. Enchanting. And he was never going to let you go after this. By giving your body to him, you have given yourself in your totality.

Even if you didn’t know it quite yet, or didn’t fully apprehend the consequences sex with him would bring.

Your whines became far more desperate with each blunt thrust. Slow, steady but forceful; Shu’s cock reached into the deepest parts of you, lovingly rubbing your cunt. It was indisputable that he was focused on your enjoyment as much as he was on his - it wasn’t anything like what sex with Karlheinz was like, he was self-gratifying and solely cared about his own high, Shu (much to your surprise) paid attention to your smallest reactions to ensure this was as great for you as it was for him. His fingers delved below and started to mercilessly torment your clit, electricity flying through your spine and cunt clenching as more love juices were produced, soaking his cock and helping to lubricate the thrusts.

He wanted to show you how mindblowing sex with him could be, to show you he could love you in ways no one else ever could. In the eyes of his brothers, especially in Reiji and Ayato’s point-of-view, he was the one who got everything; the golden, careless heir. But they did not and would never understand that he had everything he didn’t want. His entire life the things he truly yearned for were stolen from him, his happiness, his innocence, his friends and beloved companions of human and animal kind; destroyed, ruined, killed. It reared his indifference to the material goods he possessed for they held absolutely no value of their own. And now there was you. You, you, you. Sakamaki Shu knew that, without a single shred of disbelief, he would happily give up all of this if it meant he got to keep you. All the wealth and grandeur and power that his position brought was worthless in comparison to his beloved whore whimpering above him as she impaled herself on his cock.

“S-Shu,” You moaned out into his ear, “Fa...faster, please,” You choked back spit as you made feeble attempts to catch your breath, the intense friction between your joined bodies making it difficult to think. It wasn’t as rough or primal as you initially thought it would be like, it was...better than that, intimate. Was this what they mean when they say sex can be ‘making love’? This closeness between bodies as they become one, the heat and passion in the air and bouncing breasts and thighs clasped around one’s lover? It wasn’t fucking - it was so much more. A proclamation of love, even, though you could never dare and utter that belief out loud. His self-satisfied comments, “Hm,” He playfully paused completely, making your eyes widen as you stared at him with desperation for him to continue, to let you reach your climax. Your nails scratched his back like a needy brat as you cried out pleas, “Please - please Shu, I need you to keep going I-” You swallowed thickly, blinking wildly as your core ached without movement and he kept your hips down, unable to fuck yourself on his dick regardless of how hard you tried. “Say you love me.” “W-What?” You gasped out, sweaty and needy but with enough common sense to know that saying something like that to him - even if it was true - would seal a secret deal between lovers, it would open all the nightmares of your very own Pandora’s Box.

But you loved him - you did, somewhere along the way you became enamoured by your stepson and now he was inside of you, fucking you with a tenderness that made you sure that he must love you, too. “I…” You smiled weakly, genuinely. You pulled back ever-so-slightly, (e/c) eyes sinking into his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that he was finally permitting you to see; he trusted you with his heart, you could see that now. Your hand stroked his cheek, his hard dick still throbbing inside of you (you knew he wanted to keep going but held himself back, resolved to get what he wanted out of you). He melted into the caress, your hands were soft as angel feathers. “I am in love with you, Sakamaki Shu.” Despite the arousal that filled your mind you earnestly tried to convey the true depth of your affections for him and it seemed to awaken the beast of passion as he soon started to bounce you up and down his thick, throbbing member at a speed only vampires could achieve, determined to claim your womb for his own.

It wasn’t hard to notice your maternal longings, your desire to baby the boys despite their inherent aggression towards you all but proved it. And if was a baby you wanted, well...who was he to deny you of that right? His hushed grunts only sent you further into ecstasy - You had the power of feminine sexuality over him and it gave you somewhat of a power rush. It was paradise - not worthless fucking like animals - but true divinity here in his arms, where you felt appreciated and loved and as though you finally had a raison d’etre - You wanted to be his so badly it caused you physical anguish but you were his if only for the moment, connected to him so snugly. “I love you,” You sobbed out as tears welled in your eyes from the intense satisfaction and your own emotions coming to the surface, “I love you, I love you,” Each word sent Shu into a brand new dimension of rapture. You loved him, you loved him - more than anyone else in this world. If binding your bodies together didn’t officially make you his your whimpering confessions just did. The urge to impregnate you with his seed only grew with every passing moment as you mechanically moved in perfect timing to his thrusts, nails once again clawing at his flesh. “That’s a-” He inhaled sharply, stopping mid-moan, “That’s a good girl,” He breathed heavily, you felt so perfect on his dick, his personal cockslut, the love of his life, stepmother and soon; the mother of his children. “F-Fuck you’re going to look...fucking amazing,” He sighed out as he felt your fluttering walls try their hardest to milk him, “When you’re swollen with my troublesome brats, heh…” He could only smugly smile at your immediate reaction to the statement being to clunch down on him, tightening as if your womb was begging him to cum inside, to fertilise your pussy and breed you over and over. “Pregnant?” You exhaled out, teary-eyed as you locked your eyes with him, fucked out to the high heavens with sweat causing your hair to stick to your reddened forehead and lipstick smudged with perky, puffed lips. “Yo-You want to get me pregnant…?” The timidity of your voice betrayed your excitement. Logically you wanted to escape, to push him away and scold him for even suggesting such a thing - you couldn’t become pregnant with his child! It was atrocious enough that you were currently having this affair with him, your stepson, but to be bred by him was in a category all of its own - truly disgusting.

No matter how much your husband neglected you he didn’t deserve to for his wife to not only cheat on him with his own son but to be inseminated by him - but the inner beast within you was wanton, a silent whisper in your mind that tried to persuade you to surrender fully to your hopes for motherhood, to allow this man in front of you, this beautiful vampiric prince, to fill you with his seed and claim you as his bitch, his bride; to be stolen from the man you originally wed and live your eternity as Shu’s whore. “I-...we can’t, Shu! We-” Morals renewed, you tried to get through to him, “Please-” “Shut up.” He ordered and you instantly did as told, being the good girl that you were. “Don’t lie to me. You’re loving the-” He moaned, “-idea of...of my children growing inside of you. I felt you tighten up at the notion, you’re such a fucking lewd woman. My lewd slut.” You hated yourself because you knew he was right; it was true. You wanted this so badly, to give birth to his kin, to feel your uterus painted white with his cum. Primal needs craved relief. “No, we...we can’t, I...don’t…” You choked on your words as he kissed you roughly, his thumb on your clit twirling and pulling until you were unable to form anything more coherent than mindless stutters. “S-Shu! Fuck, fuck, fuck I...I...I love you! I do! I do, please I just...I want-” “What do you want, pretty whore?” “...I want, I w….want your cum! I need it, I need you to fill me up and get me pregnant!” The last remainder of your will crumbled under the pressure of your sudden orgasm. ‘I’m so sorry, Karl…’ you thought bitterly as amazement overtook you, making you screech in the midst of the night in the moonlight, squeezing the lifeforce out of your stepson’s dick. Shu groaned and laughed in dark victory as you came undone around him, biting into his neck instinctively mid-orgasm. The sharp sensation was enough to push him completely over the edge.

Your tongue lapped over his neck, sipping the blood that flowed with delicious fervour as the heat of his semen poured into your deepest depths, coating your womb with his lust. Once you pulled away you felt almost faint from the intensity of your love-making, concupiscence fading as the realisation of what you just did hit you in full force, causing your eyes to open. “Shu..oh fuck, I...we...just--” You squealed and tried to hop off but he kept your hips forced down, still inside your leaking cunt despite slowly growing soft. “No.” Shu was serious, now, eyes grave. “You’re not running away. You,” He exhaled, bringing your lips closer to his, “Are mine.” “Shu-” The distance between your lips was closed as he fought with your tongue. Your heart yearned to return his kiss and despite the inner war ongoing within your soul you did, tongues dancing in the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled away he smiled.

And you felt yourself smile too, hand travelling to the spot below your stomach but above your cunt. “You’re mine now, troublesome woman.” You laughed, nodding and kissed him again. The conflict within you wouldn’t fade, and you were terrified of what might happen now to yourself and to Shu. But maybe it won’t be that bad. It was only one time - you can surely find some form of birth control to ingest before the next time, and he’d never have to know. It was...one time, so you shouldn’t get pregnant this time...right?

Somehow you felt proud - proud to have his cum flowing from your core, to know it’s his seed that potentially is currently fertilising you and not your husband’s. You did feel authentically guilty but the guilt made you more aroused. Karlheinz didn’t deserve...this and despite that here you were, and the worst part was you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop anytime soon, there was no point in vowing to yourself that this would be the ‘last time’ because you knew that the moment he came inside you you were already addicted to him. The child of your lover...realistically it was an awful, unspeakable idea but a sense within you wanted to go through with it, to allow yourself fertility, to fully become his.

Little did you know you would have no choice in the matter.

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