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simp4wom3n · 1 year

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I Miss Us

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: After working together tore you relationship apart, a kiss scene between your two characters revived a lot of buried feelings - both good and bad. ~ Word Count: 3.576k ~ Warnings: Angsttt + Swearing

A/N: I'M BACK B*TCHESSS!! first fic back after being shadow banned and good lord I have missed writing and posting stuff for my fellow simps. But it feels amazing to be back and I hope you enjoy <3

The moment you received the phone call informing you that you would be playing Jenna's love interest in a new film was easily one of the best days of your life. Is that a little sad? maybe, but at the end of the day, you would do anything to spend more time with your girlfriend. You thought that being able to spend the time together you typically spent apart would be a blessing, something that would bring you closer.

Sadly, however, that didn't seem to be the case.

Ever since you had started dating, you became each others rocks - the shoulder to cry on and the arms to fall into after a long and hard day on set. But what you didn't know, was what either of you would do without that rock? What would you do without your favourite person sat at home, awaiting the other with open arms and a warm smile. What would happen when you both needed that support yet neither of you were capable of providing it.

Sadly, without said support, your relationship began to crumble.

Despite playing Jenna's love interest in the film, your two characters spent quite a lot of time apart, meaning you had barely seen her on set today. You were currently filming scenes for a point in the plot where her character is ignoring yours - painfully reflective of your current situation.

What you thought would be a dream has turned into somewhat of an inescapable nightmare.

Unlike what the greater audience thinks, being an actor is an incredibly draining job. With a typical day on set being over 10 hours, especially as a main character, the mental and physical exhaustion was unlike any other. With both you and Jenna being constantly exhausted, the time you spent together dwindled and you turned from two loving girlfriends, into two strangers.

It was as if all of your chemistry and love had dissipated.

Where you used to spend your free time on set together, you both now spent it alone, most likely sleeping or rehearsing a scene, so distracted by exhaustion that the girlfriend shaped void in each others hearts was no longer noticeable.

Your conversations were now emotionless and lasted less than a minute. Your intimacy had flown out the window, now only exchanging a quick smile on set and a short 'Goodnight' before you slept - still in the same bed but with what felt like miles in between.

Today was no different.

The few times you saw Jenna, you exchanged a smile, a small hello, maybe even a few more words before walking in your seperate directions. You had gotten used to it at this point. You were also completely depleted of energy so the idea of maintaining a meaningful conversation wasn't one you fancied either.

Jenna had finally wrapped filming at 11pm, something she too was used to, and made her way home to the apartment you shared with her. Unsure as to whether you were home or not, she walked in trying to make as little noise as possible. Dumping her belongings in the doorway, she sighed as she tried to blink away her exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to head straight to bed.

To her surprise, not only were you home, but you were sat cross legged on the kitchen bench, a steaming cup of tea in your hands. "Oh. Hey." she whispers, slightly startled by your presence. "How was your day?", you glance at her, almost surprised that she was talking to you. You reply with a small "Fine" before you take a sip of your tea, the steam hugging your tired features.

Despite feeling as though her legs would give out any minute in exhaustion, there was a small voice in the back of Jenna's mind that was telling her to stay and talk to you. To take the chance of going back to how you used to be, the chance you had both been ignoring.

"So... how's everything been going?" she questions apprehensively, earning a confused, almost irritated, glance from her girlfriend. You look away from her as you get down from your spot and place your mug in the sink. "I'm going to bed" you answer softly as you head towards your bedroom.

"Seriously?" she scoffs, causing your head to whip around as your eyebrows furrow. "I just want to talk to my girlfriend why is that so hard." Jenna spoke, her words coming out a bit harsher than she had intended. Your mouth opened in slight shock at her tone, "Well I'm sorry. I didn't know going to bed was a crime" you retort, glancing towards your bedroom wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation.

"I just want to talk to you! Instead your avoiding me like the fucking plague!" although what she was saying was true, your pure exhaustion uncharacteristically caused you anger to burst. "Well maybe because I don't want to talk to you!" you yell, Jenna being instantly taken back by your confession. "What do you m-" "I'm just fucking tired ok! Just leave me alone please." you instantly regret your words but it's what you felt in the moment. Where you used to search for her when you were tired, for some reason, now, all you wanted was to be alone.

You swiftly walk towards your bedroom not wanting to look at Jenna, knowing that her expression will probably break your heart. As you settle into bed, Jenna just stands there shocked. Feeling her eyes burn with tears, she sucks in a breath before exhaling slowly and following you.

Your bedroom has never been so quiet. The tension thickened as Jenna entered the dark room and saw your figure curled up on your side of the bed. Sighing again, she moved around the room to get herself ready for bed, the silence deafening.

No goodnights were exchanged.

You both simply slipped into a deep sleep, your minds, unlike your bodies, full of energy and running rampant.

Awoken, rather rudely, by your alarm, you eyes flutter open as you groan. Not only was it 7 in the morning, but you were also flooded with memories of last night, ones which instantly cause you to hide your face with your hands. 'Fuck' you mutter as you sit up, noticing Jenna isn't in the bed with you.

You used to know every last detail of her schedule, when she had to be on set, when she was supposed to wrap. Evidently those details had escaped you over the past few gruelling months as you had no idea where your girlfriend was at this point.

Groggily making your way towards the kitchen, your face drops in realisation as you are suddenly hit with what today is.

The kiss scene.

"Shit" you whisper, dragging it out as the squeeze your eyes shut in frustration. As you continue through the apartment, you notice Jenna near the doorway looking ready to leave. "Hey Jenna. Can we talk?" she immediately straightens, only now aware of your presence as you slowly approach her. "Not now" she blows you off coldly as she continues to grab her stuff, reaching for the door. "I just wanted to say I'm sor-" and she's gone, the door slamming in your face.

You kinda deserved that.

As you walk towards the set where the kiss scene was about to be shot, with your heart pounding through your chest, you attempt to steady your breathing. Your heart beating in your ears as you fidgeted with the rings that adorn your sweaty hands.

Ever since Jenna slammed the door in your face this morning, which you admittedly deserved, she had been running circles around you as you failed to think about anything other than her.

Greeting the director as you enter the set, your eyes glance towards Jenna whose back is facing you, talking to her assistant on the other side of the room. You felt a slight spark of jealously as you forced your eyes away from her and back onto the director, who was now running you through how everything was going to work.

The scene was an incredibly emotional one, sure to pull at the heart strings of the entire audience. Up until this point in the movie, Jenna's character had distanced herself from yours due to her trying to escape her feelings, leaving your character heartbroken and alone as her best-friend completely ignored her. It was in this scene that your character finally confronts Jenna's, leading to their shared confessions and their first kiss.

This was probably the most important scene of the entire film and yet you had never felt so unprepared. Sure, you knew all your lines and all your cues. But as good of an actor as you are, having to act this scene with your girlfriend who you very recently hurt was going to prove to be a definite challenge.

You only hoped you could do it justice.

"Leave me alone" "Not until you tell me what's been going on with you!" your character insists as you follow Jenna into her character's bedroom. "Nothing is going on! I'm fine" "That's bullshit and you know it" grabbing Jenna's arm you spin her around, your eyes locking with hers as you notice the suddenly little space between the two of you.

'Focus y/n' you scolded yourself inwardly as you continued reciting the script, "You have been ignoring me for weeks! and don't even try to deny it... Do you know how shitty it feels to have your best friend avoid you like the plague... I don't understand... what did I do" your eyes brim with tears as you notice Jenna's features soften, an expression you have missed on her.

"I-I don't know what to tell you" Jenna stutters as she avoids eye contact, causing you to gently rest your hands on her cheeks and guide her eyes towards yours - oh how you missed this intimacy. "Tell me what I can do to fix this... to fix us... I miss us" you whisper as you risk a glance towards her lips. "I miss us too".

At her confession, you glance towards her lips again as you unknowingly begin to lean in. With the distance between you slowly closing, your heartbeat pounds in your ears as your tongue subtly travels across your lips, your attention now purely on Jenna's.

As your noses brush together, you realise what you are doing and pull back suddenly, your hards swiftly dropping from her cheeks. Your widened eyes stare into her confused ones as you take a large step back, your mouth slightly open as you struggle to find any words. "I-I'm so sorry I don't... I don't know what I was doing I'm so sorry oh my god". Jenna just stands there, frozen in confusion, as she watches you panic, your eyes deliberately avoiding hers.

You continue to ramble and apologise as she takes a slow step towards you. When you feel her hands gently rest on your cheeks, your words catch in your throat as you look at her with tears in your eyes. Her gaze is so soft and full of warmth that you - not your character - almost feel like bursting out into tears.

It had been so long since she looked at you that way.

"I-I... I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that." you whisper brokenly as she gently wipes away a stray tear that was sliding down your cheek. "It's ok" she whispers giving you a small smile. Shaking your head in denial, she takes a small step closer as her hands slide to the back of your neck, her hold on you growing stronger as you are once again inches from each other. "It's ok" she repeats softly as she leans in to connect your lips gently.

Letting out a soft sigh as your lips connect, your hands hesitantly slip onto her waist as you melt into the kiss. Your heart begins to pound in your chest as the feeling of her lips against yours, which had become an almost foreign feeling for you, reminds you of how much you had missed her. Knowing only a gentle and hesitant kiss is scripted, you attempt to stop yourself from deepening the kiss.

But goddamn it that was impossible.

Your grip on her waist tightens as you pull her body flush against yours. You hear Jenna softly moan as your lips continue to move against hers with a renewed urgency, desperate to make the most of the intimacy.

When your lips eventually leave hers, you slowly open your eyes only to discover hers are already open, staring at you breathlessly. You gently bite your lip as you attempt to catch your breath, you mind in a state of pure bliss as you meet Jenna's eyes - the thought of your character long gone

"Cut!"

The director's call caught you off guard. You blink rapidly as your eyes widen slightly in realisation. Your hands drop from Jenna's waist as you move away from her, your eyes diverting towards the director in an attempt to forget what just happened.

'you fucking idiot y/n why did you just do that'

'what the fuck was that... shit'

"That was excellent girls! Y/n, I love the passion and desperation you showed it was so believable. Absolutely amazing! Both of you have a short break we will call you back when we need you." That was all you needed to hear before you gave the director a small nod and a smile before you practically bolted towards your trailer.

Jenna stood frozen as she watched you run away from her, so suddenly afraid of her presence it was almost like she had burned you. Despite remaining fixed in her place, her heart was racing after she had kissed you - well, her character had kissed your character.

It had felt so real.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling, she couldn't help but think how unprofessional it was of her to allow her feelings to get in the way of her acting - especially when it comes to scenes as monumental as the one you just shot.

But it was you.

It was y/n.

The love of her life.

The one person she truly felt at home around and the only person that filled her life with so much joy.

To say the past few months had been rocky would have been an understatement, but at the end of the day, she couldn't help but love you. Sure you had hurt her feelings with the way you acted the night before, but it's not like she wasn't also at fault. You had both let work get in the way of your relationship and the kiss you just shared was the slap in the face you both needed.

Eventually coming to her senses, Jenna was quick to follow in your footsteps, walking briskly towards your trailer, determined to finally set things right - or at least get everything off of her chest.

The soft beat of three knocks on your trailer door broke you out of your thoughts as your head snapped towards the sound.

Currently curled up in a ball on your trailer couch, a steady stream of tears rolling down your cheeks, your chest ached with the idea that you had just ruined everything.

Jenna was the one thing that was always steady in your life.

Always there to catch you when you started to fall, always there to push you back up when you had fallen. And now, purely because of your stupidity and inability to control yourself, you had lost that. You couldn't even look at her as you retreated and tried to hide and avoid her like you had been for the past few months.

Just the thought of her not being in your life anymore made your heart clench.

And although you have both been distant recently, at least she was still there.

And now after the stunt you pulled only minutes ago, you truly believed that there was no way she could look at you the same. You had acted out and taken advantage of her vulnerability whilst her only intention was to do her job.

So as you hastily wiped the tears off of your cheeks, attempting to somewhat hide the fact that you had been crying your eyes out not seconds before, you approached the door expecting it to be a crew member checking up on you.

Your attempt to hide your pure shock that was no doubt written all over your face was futile as you opened the door and saw Jenna stood there, her eyes softly meeting yours.

"Hi" she spoke softly, offering you a gentle smile which caused your heart to melt slightly. "Hi" you breathe out as Jenna takes notice of your bloodshot eyes and bright red cheeks, her immediate instinct being to comfort you, but not wanting to push any boundaries she settled on giving you a knowing look as she fidgeted with her hands.

"Can I come in?" she asked as she subtly gestured into your mess of a trailer, the cleanliness of which had declined along with your relationship over the recent past. "Yeah... of course" you whisper as you break out of your surprised tranced and moved over, allowing her to come in.

You watched her eyes slowly travel around the room, taking notice of the trash littered around, the clothes and blankets thrown around the place, but one thing in particular caught her attention.

It was a framed photo of the two of you on your first date that was placed neatly on your small coffee table.

Her eyes remained fixed to the photo as you closed the door behind her and sat back down on your couch, pulling your knees to your chest in preparation for the conversation you were about to have. Tears already welling in your eyes, you looked at Jenna expectantly as her expression didn't change.

You breath caught in your throat as you followed her line of sight, noticing what she had been staring so intently at. Trying to not let your emotions get the better of you as you saw the picture, you clear your throat which causes Jenna's attention to finally leave the photo as her eyes meet yours.

Deciding the break the rather uncomfortable silence, you let your feelings come spilling out as you avert your eyes from hers, "Look..." you whisper brokenly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I-I'm so fucking sorry for what I just did... It was messed up and I... I took advantage of you and I understand if you don't wanna talk to me again because I have been so fucking mean to you and I haven't even acknowledged you and then I go an pull shit like that I..." you rant as your tears resurface and begin cascading down your cheeks.

You are so distracted by your own rambling that you don't notice Jenna gaze softening as she slowly makes her way over to the couch and takes a seat next to you. You only notice her presence once she grasps your hands with her own warm ones, your eyes instantly meeting hers as you look up.

Your lips tremble as you duck your head, inhaling as you once again meet her eyes before brokenly whispering, "I-I'm so s-sorry", giving her your best smile before your sobs escape your throat causing you to cave in on yourself.

Jenna wraps her arms around your broken figure as she squeezes you tightly, her own tears escaping as she sees how truly broken you are. As you continue to sob into her chest, her shirt growing increasingly wet as it soaks up your tears, Jenna remains silent as she gently cradles your head and strokes your back in an attempt to comfort you.

Oh how much you missed being this close to her - although admittedly, the circumstances weren't ideal.

As your sobs began to cease, Jenna gently pulls back and places a hand on your chin to slowly lift your head up so your eyes meet hers. Embarrassed by how awful you think you look, you attempt to shake her grip, wanting to curl up into a ball and disappear, yet she keeps ahold of you as she wills you to look at her.

Just looking at her brings tears to your eyes.

"Y/n... I need you to listen to me ok?". Her lips crack into a gentle smile as you give her small nod. "There is nothing you could possibly do that would make me not want talk to you again... ok? You did nothing wrong, I need you to believe me when I say that. Sure, we both fucked up a little bit but it's nothing we can't get through. Ok?"

As you let out a small, wet chuckle at her last comment, her hands move to your cheeks as they wipe away the remaining tears that had slowly trickled down your cheeks.

Grasping her hands from your cheeks, you bring them into your lap as you give them a gentle squeeze. "I still love you" you whispered as one side of your mouth quirked up into a smile, to which Jenna reciprocated.

"I still love you too" is what she whispered in response before she gently brought you in for a kiss.

Fuck... you really missed her.

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e1e4n0r5 · 9 months

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Twisted Love

Summary: You always expected to marry your twin brother, Daeron. However, when this does not come to be, you find comfort with your siblings. As only Targaryens could.

TW: Targ!cest, canon-typical incest, canon-typical age of consent (I did age up a little but the first s*xual encounters begin at 16), kind-of-I guess-sort-of grooming (Targs gonna Targ!), explicit s*xual content, oral s*x (m receiving, f receiving), p in v, anál play, group s*x

Notes:

I did change ages a little in this, just to make it somewhat less seedy.

Aegon is NOT a r*pist (honestly, why would the showrunners put that in if they wanted the audience to sympathise with him??)

Given that this will basically be PWP, there’s no Dance

Few uses of Y/N, only when needed

I haven’t written in ages, so this is probably 💩

This is FILTH. Pure filth. Heed the warnings up top. What’s listed there is what you will find. This is filthy, sordid, devious SMÚT.

You weren't meant for Aemond. As Daeron’s twin, the entire realm had expected news of your betrothal for years. Growing up, you were never far from your twin brother. Wherever one of you went, the other was never far behind. He would walk with you through the gardens; you would read with him in the library. You would watch him train with your brothers and cousins – or rather, listen to his protests about training – whilst you sat on a balcony above, your embroidery on your lap. You would both insist on taking your history and Valyrian lessons together, not wishing to be apart even for those few hours.

You pictured your wedding, together. You would sketch your wedding dress, and Daeron would practice draping your family’s cloak over your shoulders. You would have practiced your vows together, if only either of you had known the words. You both thought of your future children, agreeing upon names for your future sons and daughters. You both liked the names Maelon for a boy and Daela for a girl, and both hated Jaehna and Raenor. You both wanted them to have the traditional Targaryen colouring – white hair, violet eyes – but did agree that perhaps one or two with the Hightower colouring could be nice as well.

This lasted until you were twelve, then Daeron was sent to Oldtown. You begged and pleaded for him not to go, but your mother and grandsire ignored your pleas. After that, you asked to go with him. After all, you could not be apart. This, also, was refused. You would stay in Kings Landing and become a shining example of a Targaryen princess, and your brother would go to Oldtown to receive an extensive education.

Watching Daeron sail away was the most painful moment of your life. You cried, and screamed, and wailed at the top of your lungs. Fuck dignity and decorum; you felt like your very heart was being ripped right out of your chest. It was unbearable. Your mother ordered Aemond to take you back to your room, humiliated at the scene you were causing. That was when it started.

You and Aemond had certainly been close before Daeron left, there was no denying that, but the whole castle knew who your favourite brother was. However, with your twin gone, Aemond seized the opportunity to take the place of your closest sibling. Just two years older than you, you started spending more time with your one-eyed brother. He trained every day, unlike Daeron who practically had to be dragged to the training yard by his ear, so you got a lot more embroidering done. He came to the library with you, content to sit in silence whilst you both read. You would make recommendations to one another, expanding both your knowledge bases. You became more versed in politics and military history; Aemond expanded his horizons with languages, histories of the Westerosi kingdoms, and even the occasional fictional piece.

Aemond corrupted you. There is no other way to describe the changes that occurred in you after Daeron was sent away. Aemond was the antithesis to Daeron, everyone knew that. Daeron was sweet, soft; a kind-hearted and devoted brother. Aemond was not exactly unkind, but it was inevitable that his darkness would eventually spill over onto you. It was so subtle, you didn't even notice. Not until your sixteenth year.

Aegon and Helaena were married, their twin children a few months old. You had been in your rooms, reading later than you normally would, but the book had sustained your interest strongly enough to carry on into the night. At one point, you heard angry voices in the corridor outside your rooms. Your brothers: Aegon and Aemond. You couldn't clearly hear what they were saying, so you put your book down and headed over to your door, opening it just enough to look outside.

Your brothers were just a few feet from your door, arguing in hushed tones.

“How could you do this, Aegon?” Aemond snarled. “To disrespect not only your wife and sister, but our whole family too! Those filthy whores from the Street of Silk-”

“Aem, for fuck sake!” Aegon slurred, clearly drunk and swaying where he stood. “I just needed some relief. Helaena has the babies and is never in the fucking mood, so I just went to the Street-”

Aemond catches your eye from your hiding place behind your door. He cuts Aegon off, his eye darkening as a devious plan formed in his mind. “There is another option available to you, Aegon.”

“What? Mother threatened to cut off my cock if I did it with another maid-”

“Not a maid, you fool. Have you forgotten; we do have another sister.” With that, Aemond looked you in the eye. “What do you think, hāedar (little sister)? Would you help our dear Aegon with his problem?”

The eldest brother looked over his shoulder, pausing when he saw you. He looked back at Aemond. “You don't mean-?”

“What say you, brother? Surely your maiden little sister is more enticing than a common street whore?”

Aegon looked back at you, smiling as he looked you up and down. “Well, I suppose we are Targaryens, after all,” he smirked.

Suddenly it all made sense to you. The lingering kisses on your cheeks and foreheads; holding you close if you reclined on a chaise; admiring how you looked when you tried on new dresses, Aegon jokingly suggesting the necklines be a little lower; scaring off any men who tried to dance with you at balls; kissing your neck when they held you close… Despite your mother’s insistence on keeping you away from your ancestors’ ‘queer customs’, sometimes Targaryens just needed to love another the most.

You smiled at both your brothers, cracking open your door a little wider.

That night you learnt about the pleasures hands and mouths can provide, learning all your brothers had to teach you. How to move your mouth up and down a cock, how to touch a man's balls, how to use your hands to stimulate the parts your mouth couldn't take, how to swallow their offerings. You started on your knees between Aegon's legs as he lay back on your bed. Aemond took charge and instructed you how to please a man's cock, at some points holding your hair and slowly moving your head up and down for you to understand the desired depth and pacing. Aegon sat helpless on the bed, leaning back on his hands with his head thrown back, lost in the pleasure of having his youngest sister’s mouth. At one point he asked Aemond where he should finish; Aemond told him they would be gentle with you on your first try. You didn’t understand what that meant until Aemond pulled your head off Aegon’s cock just as he cried out and spurted all over his stomach. Still holding your hair, Aemond guided your head towards the white sticky fluid.

“Try it,” he ordered. “Next time you’ll swallow.”

You tentatively licked up some of Aegon’s fluids, holding it on your tongue for a second before swallowing. It didn’t necessarily taste bad; it was the texture that threw you off. Aemond kept hold of your hair until you had cleaned all of Aegon’s stomach. ‘Can’t leave any evidence,’ Aemond explained. After all, you were an unwed maiden. The castle would be rife with rumours if your handmaids discovered a man’s seed on your sheets.

When you were finished with Aegon, you expected both brothers to leave. They did not.

Aemond turned you to him, still on your knees, and began opening his leather breeches. “Show me what you’ve learnt, sister,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. So, you did. You used your hands and mouth just as they had showed you with Aegon. Your jaw soon began to ache, unused to these movements. Aemond was longer and thicker than Aegon (who wasn’t exactly small), requiring your hands to help work him faster when your jaw was threatening to give out. Aemond hit the back of your throat more than Aegon did, and he held your head still as you coughed.

“Take it, take it,” he grunted, as he began moving your head back and forth. “Oh, sӯz riña, sӯz riña (good girl),” he panted, thrusting faster into your mouth, until he climaxed with a loud groan. He held your head to his pelvis, ignoring your coughs as he flooded your mouth. “Swallow it, hāedar (little sister),” he ordered, “Or else you won’t get your pleasure from us this night.” You had obeyed as best as you could, still coughing in between swallows. When Aemond was satisfied you’d done as you were told, he pulled out of your mouth, a thick trail of saliva and semen lingering on his cock. “Lie back on the bed.”

You had done so, and he had promptly bestowed on you the most exquisite pleasure imaginable with just his mouth. He pulled your thighs over his shoulders, holding your hips against his face. Aegon had gotten his second wind, pulling your nightgown over your head and laving attention on your breasts. You didn't know they could be so sensitive, pushing your chest into Aegon’s mouth and hands as you fisted his hair. You moaned and mewled almost continuously as your brothers pleasured you, writhing atop your sheets.

Aegon eventually pulled away and moved up to your face. Taking hold of your chin, he pressed his lips to yours. It was your first kiss. You sighed against his mouth, his lips soft against yours. His thumb stroked your cheek as his other hand stroked over your hair tenderly.

Aemond looked up from between your legs when your sounds became muffled. “Aegon!” he protested.

“I'm sorry, brother,” he apologised with a smirk. “You were right; our little sister is just too enticing.”’ He smiled down at you, “I've wanted to kiss you for so long.”

Aemond was not happy at all with the situation, but returned to his work between your legs. He licked and sucked at your pussy, whilst Aegon kissed you deeply and ran his hands all over your breasts. Everything soon overwhelmed you, and you climaxed loudly into your eldest brother’s mouth, your thighs gripping Aemond’s head.

Throughout the night, the three of you pleasured each other a dozen times over, not stopping until you were all on the verge of exhaustion. Your brothers helped you put your nightgown back on, then put you to bed, slipping out of your rooms in the early hours, undetected by anyone.

No-one was any the wiser about what the three of you had done. However, you insisted that you had to tell Helaena. The elder sister would no doubt be thinking her brother-husband was out walking the Street of Silk, instead of spending his nights with his other sister. To a Targaryen, it was the better option.

And Helaena had been grateful. She had indeed been thinking that Aegon was out in the city, spending each night in a different brothel, sleeping with all manner of whores; it was a relief to know it was their younger sister on her knees for him. And Aemond too. And, after a few more months, Helaena herself joined in. Her months postpartum had been rough on the Princess, leaving her with no desire for intimacy – the very situation which had led Aegon to contemplate whoring as a solution – but when her desires had returned, the first thing she wanted to do was thank her sister for attending to their brother whilst she could not.

Over the next two years, the four of you engaged in your illicit activities in the dead of night, using hidden passages between your rooms to conduct your affairs. You and Aegon; you and Aemond; Aemond with Helaena; you and Helaena; even Aegon and Aemond at times. The only rule you all had was that you were not to be penetrated. You were still unwed, and you all wanted your maidenhead to remain intact. After all, Daeron would be your husband. And although he could not be with you all for your delectable and sordid acts, you still felt like he was owed something as your husband.

But it was not to be.

It all came to a head on your eighteenth name day. Your mother had been telling you for months that Daeron, your beloved twin brother, was finally going to be returning from Oldtown, and a betrothal would be officially announced. You were elated at the return of your brother; you and he had not seen each other for six years. What if he had changed in the years? What if he felt you had changed? What if he disapproved of your relations with your other siblings? You had a profound love for Daeron – you grew inside your mother together, you were born only minutes apart – but you would not let him dictate private matters between you and your other siblings. He would join in on those matters, preferably, but who knew what kind of man he had grown into, separated from his Targaryen family and surrounded by books for so many years? But none of that mattered, your brother was returning.

Except he didn't.

The tourney for your name day was well underway, the midday meal had been eaten, and there was still no sign of Daeron.

“His ship must be delayed a little,” your grandsire Otto theorised from his seat behind you. “He’ll be with us soon, Princess.”

“Yes,” you agreed absently, “delayed.” Your disappointment was plain for all to see.

It wasn't until the tourney was over, the winner bestowed a great gift by yourself, that your mother told you there was a large storm over Oldtown, halting any ships from departing until it passed. She had also forbade Daeron from flying on dragonback, not wanting him to get caught in the same storm.

You felt your heart break. You and your twin would not be together on your name day. Yet another occasion you were kept apart.

Aegon and Aemond kept you company in your rooms that night. Helaena was too tired after the tourney and chose to retire to bed, so your brothers spent the evening on their knees, comforting you over your twin’s absence. Aemond at your front, Aegon at your rear. The eldest sibling was more than happy to settle himself between your cheeks for hours at a time, never seeming to get bored of your back passage. You never let him or Aemond enter you properly, only with fingers, tongues, or toys; you wanted Daeron to be there for that.

They slipped out of your rooms just before daybreak, allowing your maids to wake you in the morning. After you dressed and broke your morning fast with your brothers – Helaena was allowed to take breakfast in bed, as a married woman – Ser Criston Cole came by and told you your mother and grandsire wished to speak to you. Certain it was about Daeron and your impending betrothal, you almost skipped after the knight.

You arrived in your mother’s quarters, observing her standing by a window. She was picking at her hands, as she always did. Your grandsire stood tall a few feet from her. Although he carried himself with more confidence, there was an odd air about the both of them.

“Y/N,” your mother greeted, somewhat stiffly. “How are you, daughter?”

You hesitated. This would not be good news. “I’m well, thank you, mother. Ser Criston said you wished to speak to me?”

She nodded, her eyes flitting between you and Otto. “We didn’t want to tell you yesterday,” she admitted nervously.

Otto twirled a scrolled-up letter in his hand. “It’s from your mother’s cousin, Lord Ormund Hightower. He has asked that Daeron stay in Oldtown a while longer. He’s most pleased with Daeron’s service and is reluctant to replace him.”

You felt your blood begin to boil. “So, my twin brother and I are kept apart for even longer, because my mother’s cousin can’t be bothered to find a new boy to carry his cup?” you demanded, unable to hide your anger. You refused to accept it. You had been apart from Daeron for far too long. To have a reunion with him be cancelled so suddenly and with such a piss-poor explanation, was unacceptable to you. “And you chose to hide this from me?”

“Don’t take that tone, young lady,” your grandsire scolded. “A lord’s cupbearer is a good position for Daeron.”

“He belongs here! With me! With us,” you protested. “Have you no desire to have all your children together, mother?”

You watched your mother pick at her fingers. “It’s not that, Y/N-”

“Then what is it? Daeron should have returned by now. We were supposed to be betrothed years ago! Helaena married Aegon at five-and-ten; I am now eight-and-ten and there’s only ever been whispers of a betrothal for me. People will talk, mother; they will say I’m undesirable or unwanted, by my own family!” You wept. You wept hard, all your emotions pouring out. “Why can’t Daeron come home and be my husband?”

Otto and Alicent both looked uncomfortable. “It was never promised that you and Daeron would marry,” he explained. “Alliances may be required; that is why you are not betrothed.”

“And that is why Daeron is not here,” you accused. “It’s not some stupid lord wanting to keep his cupbearer; you don’t want Daeron and I to have the chance to marry, in case you need to sell me to the highest bidder.”

“Go on with your day, Y/N,” Otto ordered firmly, dismissing you and ending the conversation.

You had returned to your rooms and wept. After a while, Aemond, Aegon, and Helaena had all crept into your rooms via a secret passage from Aemond’s own room. They held you whilst you cried, comforting you as best they could. Then you had an idea. A wicked idea, one that could threaten to break apart your family or have you disowned.

You looked at Aemond.

“Marry me. Now. In the manner of our house. Our mother and grandsire wish to keep me unmarried, in case they need to strike an alliance. I won’t allow it; I will not be sold off into some strange family with people I don’t know and who don’t love me! I will marry, now, and I will marry only a Targaryen,” you insisted. “You can marry me now, Aemond, or Aegon can take me as a second wife.”

Aemond needed no convincing; it was exactly what he’d always wanted. He had loathed your loyalty to Daeron, having wanted you for years. Your two handmaids were called into your rooms, to serve as witnesses (they were too shocked to protest, merely standing in front of the locked doors as silent and still as statues) whilst Aegon performed the rites. Although you didn’t have the traditional Valyrian wedding robes, you followed the traditional ceremony in every other way. You exchanged vows and blood, anointing each other’s foreheads with your bleeding thumbs, and kissing passionately at the end. You swore your handmaids to secrecy until the next morning when you would announce to the whole kingdom that you were wed, and dismissed them, so that you may start your wedding night.

Aegon went to your drinks table and began pouring all four of you wine. By the time he had finished and turned around, you were moaning with Helaena kneeling between your legs as Aemond unlaced your dress from behind.

“Don’t waste any time, subyss (siblings),” he laughed. He set the tray down and picked up two cups. He handed one to Aemond and took a sip of his. He fisted Helaena’s hair gently, pulling her away from your pussy. Tilting her head back, he trickled the wine from his mouth to hers. She moaned softly and swallowed obediently. Aegon tapped her bottom lip, and she extended her tongue. He spat a small glob of saliva on her tongue, then nudged her back to your pussy. “Get our little sister nice and wet for her new husband, ābrazȳrys (wife).” Helaena went straight back into your pussy, spreading your lips wide and sucking on your clit. Your legs shook and Aemond held you upright, now naked behind you.

Aegon moved forward to give you wine as he had done to Helaena, but Aemond stopped him. “I’ll feed my wife for the first time, brother,” he protested, holding the cup to your mouth. Aegon smirked and held his hands up in mock-surrender, running his free hand over your breasts. He tweaked your nipples exactly as you liked; just a little too hard, just enough to cause some discomfort. You drank from Aemond’s cup, swallowing until he took the cup away, almost empty. You gasped suddenly.

Aegon looked down. “Helaena! You know the rules, no fingers!” he snapped, pulling his sister-wife backwards gently until her hand fell away from your pussy. “Her cunt’s for Aemond, you should have asked.”

“I’m sorry, Aemond,” she pouted. “I just wanted to start preparing her.”

Aemond shakes his head. “Ask first next time, sister. As Aegon said, her cunt is mine now.” It made you throb how he was speaking about you. He kisses your cheek, “Get on the bed, dōna (sweet).”

With slightly wobbly legs, you hurried over to the bed, reclining back. You waited. Aemond walked over to Helaena, still on her knees, and lifted her finger to his mouth. He sucked deeply, savouring your taste. He nudged her onto her feet, leading both her and Aegon to where you lay on the bed.

“Help me, mandia (older sister),” Aemond smiled at Helaena, slipping a finger inside you. She smiled back, slipping in one of her own fingers back inside her little sister’s cunt. Aemond looked to Aegon. “Lēkia (older brother), you too.”

You moaned loudly on top of the sheets, feeling a third finger enter you. All three felt different inside you, moving at different angles, varying depths, contrasting speeds. You forgot about everything outside of the room, closing your eyes and basking in the sensations provided by the fingers. One was slow and gentle, exploring you sweetly; Helaena. Another moved a little deeper and more firmly; Aemond. And the final finger moved in and out of you at speed, curling at just the right angle; Aegon.

The three older siblings all looked down at your cunt together, watching in amazement how well you took three fingers for your first time. It was a glorious sight. Aemond leant down and dripped some spit onto your hole, Helaena followed by example, and Aegon finished with a grin. The noise your now slippery cunt was making was enough to have you blushing harder than you ever had before.

“Finish for us, wife,” Aemond commanded. “Show us how obedient you can be.”

Aemond and Aegon took an ankle each and spread your legs, leaving you helpless beneath them. You looked up at all of them, overcome with pleasure and submission. The three-headed dragon standing over you smiled down at you, waiting patiently for you to reach your peak. You did with a loud cry, making Helaena shoot her hand forward and stick the fingers of her free hand in your mouth.

“Quiet, sister,” she whispered. “You may be married in this room, but you are still unwed to the rest of the Keep.”

You nodded dumbly, closing your mouth around her fingers. As she always did when she had her fingers in your mouth, she moved them in and out shallowly, shivering at the feeling of your tongue tickling her digits.

“It’s time, wife,” Aemond announced, and Helaena and Aegon withdrew from your cunt. You moaned at the loss, but quickly settled as you watched Aemond stroke his cock between your legs.

Your sister climbed up onto the bed next to you. “Finally, Y/N, you won’t be a maiden any longer, sister,” Helaena whispered with excitement. “We can spend our days all together now, there’ll be no more hiding,” she smiled, so happy there would be no more need for secrecy. Well, not complete secrecy. You smiled around her fingers, even as you choked with tears in your eyes.

“Hel, let up, she’s choking,” Aegon chided, pulling his sister-wife’s fingers out your mouth. You coughed a little but kept smiling at Helaena regardless. “If you really want her mouth, give her your tits. You both love that.”

“Oh yes,” she said absently, removing her own garments. She soon settled back next to you, pressing her breast to your mouth. You latched on quickly, humming happily as your sister’s creamy milk started to let down in your mouth.

Aemond moved your knees forward to your chest. “Hold your legs, wife,” he commanded, sliding the tip of his cock through your soaking folds. You moaned around Helaena’s breast, holding yourself open for your husband.

He slid in slowly, groaning low at how deliciously tight you were. He’d never sampled a cunt like it, squeezing his every inch. You sighed softly, feeling fuller than you ever thought possible. Aemond slid slowly in and out, feeding you a little more of his cock every time he slid back in. Before long, he hit an end inside you and you whimpered, gripping your thighs.

“Here, Y/N,” Aegon leant down and rubbed your clit slowly, helping you relax into Aemond’s thrusts. Such a kind big brother.

Helaena took her breast out of your mouth after a few minutes, laying down beside you. She spread herself in front of Aegon, who happily gave her his cock. As you and Helaena lay on the bed, side by side, your husbands pounded into both of you. Your hands closest to each other reached over and rubbed each other’s clits. It was wonderfully deviant.

“Mayhaps we both conceive children tonight, hāedar,” Helaena smiled sweetly at you. You smiled widely back at her, leaning in and kissing her deeply. All four of you moaned loudly and climaxed simultaneously.

That night was long, exquisite, and sordid. You could finally be fucked, properly and thoroughly by your brothers and sister, there was no need for anyone to hold back. Helaena even ran back to her and Aegon’s rooms at one point, retrieving a thick leather phallus secured to a harness and bending you over the bed. She explained dreamily whilst thrusting into you that she had had it made a year or so before, just waiting for the day she could use it on you. After you had squirted release over the both of you, she had thrown you onto the bed, put the harness on you, and ridden you wildly. Aegon even fitted himself into her ass from behind. You blissfully watched your sister ride you, whilst getting fucked in the ass by your brother, until Aemond gripped your hair and thrust his cock into your mouth.

Aegon and Helaena removed themselves from your room at dawn – you were all so exhausted, you must all have passed out at some point – and you and Aemond curled up together in bed, secure in each other’s arms. Your maids had tentatively knocked you awake, not knowing what they would encounter. Seeing you and Aemond in bed together could not have been too surprising; they witnessed your wedding, after all. You told them to bring you and your husband breakfast in bed. Given that you were now married, you were also entitled to that luxury. They did so apprehensively, but obeyed.

Word had obviously gotten back to your mother that you had not dressed for breakfast, so she knocked on your door a short while later. “Y/N? Are you well? Your maids told me that you are breaking fast in here?”

You and Aemond smirked at each other on the bed. You’d put your robes on, but had chosen to eat your bread and fruits atop your ruffled bed sheets. “Come in, mother.”

Alicent entered, looking around the room for you. When she saw you, she froze. You could see her heart stop beating. “Y/N, what—what is the meaning of this!”

You smiled back at her. “Well, seeing as Daeron won’t be returning to Kings Landing any time soon, I took it upon myself to find my own husband.”

“Husband?” she gasped.

“Indeed, mother,” Aemond nodded after sipping his tea. “Y/N and I wed last night, in the Valyrian tradition,” there was still evidence of the blood on both your foreheads, “with our brother and sister, and Y/N’s two maids, as witnesses.”

You smiled back at the Queen. “Wedded and bedded, mother.”

“Bed…” Alicent looked faint, your maids pulling a chair over quickly. She plopped down onto the seat, no grace in the movement, staring back at you both. “How could you do this, Y/N! We told you why you had not been betrothed yet!”

“I know, and I refused to be sold off to a stranger. I have taken Aemond as my husband, and I am his wife. The union was witnessed and has been consummated. It’s done, mother.”

Otto had been livid, a hair’s breadth away from disowning you and dissolving the union. But when Aemond had moved his hand to his sword, a clear warning not to insult or threaten his wife, the Hand of the King relented. It was announced to the castle at evening meal, with the formal ceremony for the Faith of the Seven held the next morn.

And sure enough, three moons later, you and Helaena were both with child.

So this will definitely end up a series 🤣 Let me know your thoughts!

Chapter 2

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Summary: Turpin and his wife deal with their pregnancy, and have some quality time together, before he pronounces her sentence.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant sex, smut, nausea and self-criticism.

Author's Notes: Greetings, esteemed audience! Welcome back to the latest escapades of Turpin and his bun-in-the-oven wife. Believe it or not, I actually managed to pen this chapter in the ungodly hours of dawn, and wait for it... I even gave it a makeover! *Busts out into an impromptu victory dance* Now, here's the million-dollar question: Is Turpin still recognizable, or have I accidentally turned him into a unicorn-loving, tea-sipping ninja? Your feedback is as precious as gold, so spill the beans.

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh part here.

As you sat in the bathtub, the warm water soothing your tired muscles, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. The maid's gentle ministrations as she rubbed your back only added to the blissful sensation, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully indulge in the moment.

However, your peaceful reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, and you tensed as you heard Turpin's stoic voice. You glanced over your shoulder to see him standing there, his expression impassive as he observed the scene before him.

"Taking quite a long time with your bath, aren't you?" he remarked, his tone cool and detached.

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, knowing that you had been indulging in the luxury of the bath for longer than usual. "I-I'm sorry, Richard," you stammered, quickly attempting to apologize. "I'll be finished soon, I promise."

But Turpin ignored your apology, waving the maid to leave. The maid quickly excused herself and left the room, leaving you alone with your husband. His intense gaze bore into you, and you felt yourself becoming nervous under his scrutiny. Instinctively, you wanted to hide from him, but you knew that Turpin didn't like it when you hid.

As he walked closer, you couldn't help but notice the slight limp in his step, a reminder of the pain he was still experiencing from the previous night. You bit your lip, feeling a surge of guilt at the sight of his discomfort.

"What are you doing?" you asked, unable to stop yourself from voicing your curiosity as Turpin began to undress.

Turpin sighed lightly, a hint of exasperation in his tone. "Taking a shower," he replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It'll be quicker if we both shower together."

You blinked in surprise at his suggestion, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. "Oh," you mumbled, feeling foolish for not realizing his intentions sooner.

Turpin chuckled softly at your reaction, though there was a warmth in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. "You always did have a knack for asking obvious questions," he teased gently, his voice lacking its usual edge of cruelty.

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief at Turpin's lighter demeanor. As he finished undressing, revealing his half-hard cock, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness at the prospect of showering together.

Turpin noticed your hesitation and stepped closer, his gaze softening as he reached out to cup your cheek tenderly. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle and caring. "I know things have been difficult between us, but I want you to know that I'm trying. I really am."

Touched by his sincerity, you leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through your chest. "I know, Richard," you replied softly, meeting his gaze with an earnest expression. "And I appreciate it more than you know."

With a small smile, Turpin settled into the bathtub across from you and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the tub was spacious enough for both of you. The warm water enveloped you both, soothing away the tensions of the day and allowing you to relax in each other's company.

"Is your hip still bothering you?" you asked softly, your voice filled with genuine concern as you reached out to gently touch Turpin's thigh.

Turpin nodded slightly, his expression thoughtful. "A little," he admitted reluctantly. "But it's much better after the healing ointment. Thank you for that."

You smiled warmly at his gratitude, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having been able to provide him with some measure of relief. As Turpin leaned back in the bathtub, he motioned for you to come closer, his gaze softening as he met your eyes.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice gentle and inviting. "I want you to bathe me."

Your heart fluttered at his request, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. Swallowing back your apprehension, you obeyed, getting on your knees in the bathtub and inching closer to Turpin until you were within arm's reach.

As you reached out to cup water in your hands and pour it over Turpin's chest, you couldn't help but notice the gray strands mingling with the black hair that covered his chest. Despite his imposing demeanor, there was a vulnerability in the way he allowed you to care for him, a vulnerability that touched something deep within you.

Turpin watched you intently as you bathed him, his gaze lingering on your breasts, which seemed fuller today than they had yesterday. A flicker of desire flashed in his eyes, and you felt a flush of heat spreading across your cheeks at the realization that he was observing you so closely.

With steady hands, you continued to bathe Turpin, washing away the day's grime and tension as you worked. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your touch, a stark contrast to the rough exterior he often presented to the world.

As you reached up to wash his face, Turpin leaned into your touch, his eyes closing in contentment. You couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the moment, the simple act of caring for each other forging a connection between you that felt stronger than any words could convey.

However, your peaceful moment was shattered when you suddenly felt something warm trickling down your chest. Startled, you looked down, your eyes widening in disbelief as you realized that you were leaking breast milk again. Gasping at the unexpected sensation, you quickly withdrew your hands from Turpin's body, feeling a surge of embarrassment washing over you.

Turpin, noticing your sudden movement, opened his eyes to look at you, his expression shifting from relaxation to curiosity. His gaze fell upon your leaking breasts, and a flicker of surprise crossed his features before a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was almost as if he found the sight of you leaking milk to be divine, stirring something primal within him.

As you attempted to excuse yourself from the bathtub, flustered and embarrassed by the situation, Turpin reached out to stop you, his voice low and commanding. "No," he insisted, his tone firm. "Stay."

You hesitated, unsure of what to do, but Turpin's unwavering gaze held you in place. With a reluctant sigh, you acquiesced, settling back into the warm water as Turpin's eyes lingered on your leaking breasts.

Feeling self-conscious under his intense scrutiny, you tried to divert his attention away from your embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Richard," you stammered, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I don't know why this keeps happening."

Turpin's expression softened as he reached out to gently caress your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual demeanor. "There's nothing to apologize for," he reassured you, his voice soothing. "It's a natural part of pregnancy and childbirth. Besides, I find it... intriguing."

You blinked in surprise at his admission, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected reaction. Turpin, noticing your uncertainty, leaned in closer, his gaze darkening with desire as he reached out to cup your leaking breast in his hand.

The sensation of his touch sent a shiver of arousal coursing through you, and you couldn't help but gasp at the intimate contact. Turpin's eyes gleamed with hunger as he watched the milk dribble from your nipple, his own arousal evident as his gaze flickered down to the growing bulge between his legs.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Turpin leaned forward, his lips capturing your leaking nipple in a hungry kiss. You gasped at the sudden contact, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body as Turpin began to suckle greedily at your breast.

His rough, yet surprisingly skilled ministrations left you breathless, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair as you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely. Turpin groaned around your nipple, his own arousal evident as his cock throbbed against your thigh, desperate for release.

As Turpin continued to suckle at your breast, his movements growing more urgent and desperate with each passing moment, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The combination of his touch and the warmth of the water surrounding you sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, threatening to consume you entirely.

With a primal growl, Turpin released your nipple from his mouth, his eyes dark with desire as he met your gaze. "I need you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with raw need. "Now."

You nodded eagerly, your own desire burning hot and fierce within you as you reached out to guide Turpin's throbbing cock towards your aching core. With a shared gasp of pleasure, he entered you in one smooth thrust, filling you completely as he claimed you as his own.

The sensation of being joined with him in such an intimate way was overwhelming, and you cried out in ecstasy as he began to move within you, his movements strong and sure as he drove you both towards the edge of oblivion.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, you began to move with him, your hips rising and falling in rhythm with his thrusts. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge of blissful release.

Turpin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he continued to suckle at your breast, his other hand trailing teasingly down your spine. You gasped at the intimate contact, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter and brighter with each passing moment.

You continued bouncing on your husband's cock, enjoying the wave of pleasure building inside you, as Turpin released your nipple and buried his nose between your breasts, inhaling deeply as if he was trying to imprint your scent into his memory. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure throughout your body, and you couldn't help but whimper in response, desperate for more of his touch.

Turpin held your hips tightly, his movements growing slower and more deliberate as he fought to prolong the exquisite torture of your shared pleasure. He knew he couldn't last much longer at his age, and he was determined to savor every moment of your intimacy together.

You whimpered in frustration, craving the release that seemed just out of reach. But Turpin held you firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he slowed his movements to a tantalizing pace. The ache between your legs grew more intense with each passing second, driving you to the brink of madness as you begged for mercy.

As you felt the familiar coil of pleasure building within you, you couldn't help but plead with Turpin, desperate for him not to deny you your orgasm once again. "Please, Richard," you whimpered, your voice thick with need. "Don't stop. I need to cum. Please."

Turpin's expression softened slightly at your plea, his baritone voice low and husky as he complied with your request. Without a word, he pressed his thumb against your swollen clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as he continued to thrust into you.

The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With each stroke of Turpin's thumb, you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, driving you closer and closer to the brink of release.

And then, finally, it happened. With a shuddering gasp, you felt the wave of orgasm wash over you, your entire body convulsing with pleasure as you clung to Turpin desperately. He watched you intently, his gaze filled with satisfaction as he held you close, reveling in the sight of your surrender.

As you collapsed against him, panting and exhausted from the intensity of your climax, Turpin waited patiently for you to catch your breath. With a gentle hand, he encouraged you to climb out of him, and you did so reluctantly, watching him curiously as he stood up from the tub, you standing up as well, confused.

But before you could react, Turpin grabbed your shoulder and pushed you down, forcing you to your knees. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked up at him, a mixture of apprehension and arousal coursing through you. Turpin instructed you to keep your breasts together, his voice low and commanding as he expressed his desire to cum on them.

You obeyed without hesitation, though a part of you found the request to be somewhat dirty. But Turpin seemed to revel in the idea, his eyes dark with desire as he grabbed his penis with his fist and began to touch himself.

The sight of your pregnant wife on her knees in front of him, holding her beautiful breasts together for him, was enough to send Turpin over the edge. With a primal growl, he released himself, his hot seed spurting out in thick, white ribbons as it landed on your waiting chest.

You gasped at the sensation, feeling the warm liquid coating your skin as Turpin continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop of pleasure from his release. He watched you intently, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the sight of you covered in his cum.

As the last of his orgasm faded, Turpin finally released his grip on his cock, letting it fall limp against his thigh. With a satisfied sigh, he reached out to help you out of the tub, his touch surprisingly gentle as he guided you to your feet.

Despite the lingering sense of dirtiness that lingered in the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having pleased Turpin. And as you stood there, chest heaving and skin glistening with his cum, you couldn't help but wonder what other pleasures lay in store for you both.

Days later, the atmosphere between you and Turpin remained charged with tension, yet there was a subtle shift in his demeanor towards you. While he still maintained his authoritarian and cruel facade, there were moments of unexpected kindness and gentleness that he reserved exclusively for you.

Today was one of those rare days when Turpin seemed determined to be good to you, despite his usual impatience and short temper. You were feeling particularly unwell due to the pregnancy, the mere smell of food making you nauseous, and your emotions were on edge, causing you to cry at the slightest provocation.

And Turpin had been surprisingly patient with your mood swings, but as the day wore on, even his patience began to wear thin. The sound of your constant crying grated on his nerves, testing the limits of his resolve to be kind to you.

That night, as you sat in the opulent dining room of your mansion, eating the food with little appetite, Turpin's patience was finally reaching its limit. He listened impatiently as you sobbed uncontrollably, your tears flowing freely as you lamented feeling fat and unattractive.

Despite his efforts to remain calm, Turpin couldn't help but feel frustrated by your outburst. He had tried his best to be understanding and supportive, but your constant emotional turmoil was starting to fray the last of his patience. But Turpin controlled himself not to say anything, his jaw clenched as he continued eating. His patience had worn thin, worn threadbare by the relentless stream of tears and self-deprecating remarks that seemed to flow endlessly from you. Every sob felt like a dagger to his already frayed nerves, but he held his tongue, unwilling to lash out in anger.

But later, when the two of you retreated to the privacy of your bedroom, your tears continued to flow unabated. You sat on the edge of the bed, your shoulders shaking with each sob as you lamented feeling fat and unattractive. The weight of your pregnancy seemed to hang heavily on you, and Turpin could see the toll it was taking on your self-esteem.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Turpin rose from his seat on the bed, his expression dark and brooding. He crossed the room with purposeful strides, his baritone voice low and menacing as he approached you.

With a firm hand, Turpin pulled you out of bed and forced you to look in the mirror, your head throbbing from the strength of his grip on your hair. As you whimpered in pain, your eyes met his in the reflection, searching for some semblance of mercy in his dark, brooding gaze.

"You are mine," Turpin growled, his voice a low rumble of suppressed anger. "And no one insults something that is mine. Do you fucking understand? I'm tired of hearing your damn cries!"

You nodded meekly, unable to muster the courage to speak as Turpin's harsh words echoed in your ears. His cruelty was a reminder of the power he held over you, a power that both terrified and fascinated you in equal measure.

But then, to your surprise, Turpin's demeanor softened slightly as he released his grip on your hair, his hand moving to cup your chin. Through the mirror, you met his gaze, confusion and apprehension swirling in your eyes.

Instead of berating you further, Turpin spoke with unexpected tenderness. "Look at yourself," he instructed, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're not fat. You're pregnant, carrying my child. You should be proud, not criticizing yourself."

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, your eyes misting with unshed tears at his unexpected kindness. Turpin's words struck a chord deep within you, reminding you of the precious life growing inside you and the love you shared with him, despite the complexities of your relationship.

Turpin's hand lingered on your chin, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek as he continued to speak. "You look beautiful pregnant," he murmured, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. "You don't know how much it turns me on. You drive me crazy, damn woman."

A blush spread across your cheeks at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding through you. Turpin's desire for you was both thrilling and intimidating, awakening a hunger within you that you didn't fully understand.

Before you could stop yourself, you hesitated, biting your lip nervously before voicing a hesitant request. "Richard," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Could... could you... fuck me in front of this mirror?"

Turpin's eyes darkened with desire at your request, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You want to see yourself, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with anticipation. "Well, who am I to refuse such a request?"

With that, Turpin moved away from you and began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate as he watched you through the mirror. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, the sight of his muscular frame and thick, gray-streaked chest hair sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

Emboldened by his response, you obeyed his unspoken command and began to undress as well, your hands trembling slightly as you shed your clothes. Turpin watched you intently, his gaze filled with hunger as he waited for you to join him.

When you were both naked, Turpin caught you from behind in front of the full-length mirror, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he positioned you to his liking. You held onto the frame of the mirror for support, your heart racing with anticipation as you prepared yourself for penetration.

But Turpin surprised you, dropping to his knees behind you and burying his face between your thighs. You leaned forward, gasping in surprise as his tongue delved between your thighs, exploring your folds with fervent determination. Your grip on the mirror frame tightened as waves of pleasure washed over you, your moans echoing in the spacious room.

Turpin's hands spread your ass cheeks apart, granting him better access to your dripping slit. His tongue worked wonders, licking and kissing every inch of your sensitive flesh, coaxing delicious sounds of pleasure from your lips. You couldn't help but arch your back, pushing your hips back against him, craving more of his tantalizing touch.

"R-richard," you moaned his name, the sound coming out as a breathless plea for more. His response was a deep growl of approval, his ministrations growing more fervent as he teased and taunted your throbbing clit.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through your veins. But Turpin's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, commanding you to keep your eyes open if you wanted to see yourself.

With a gasp, you obeyed his directive, forcing your eyes open to gaze upon your reflection in the mirror. The sight of yourself, flushed and panting with desire, only served to heighten the intensity of the moment, sending a shiver of arousal coursing through you.

Turpin stood up behind you, his erect penis glistening with your juices as he spread them along his length. He commented on how hard you made him, his voice thick with desire as he confessed the dirty thoughts that plagued his mind.

"You torment me, you know," he murmured huskily, his breath hot against your ear. "Every moment I spend with you, I ache to possess you completely. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to walk around with an erection, knowing that you're the cause of it?"

His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core. Turpin's desire for you was intoxicating, drawing you further into the depths of passion with each passing moment.

With a primal growl, Turpin positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he prepared to claim you as his own. You braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught of pleasure, knowing that with Turpin, there was no escaping the overwhelming intensity of his desire.

Turpin entered you slowly, his thick, hard cock sliding into your wetness with deliberate intent. You moaned softly at the sensation of being filled by him, your walls clenching around him eagerly. But when Turpin noticed your eyes closed, he reached out and tugged on your hair, pulling you back with a growl.

"Keep your eyes in the mirror," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "I want you to watch as I fuck you, every thrust, every moan."

You whimpered at his words, a shiver of arousal coursing through you as Turpin used your hair as leverage, pulling you against his cock. "Yes, Judge Turpin," you gasped, your voice filled with need. "I'll keep my eyes on you, Your Honor."

Turpin's grip tightened on your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he began to pound into you with increasing intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful," Turpin murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely beautiful. How could you ever think you were anything less than that?"

You moaned at his words, the sensation of his cock filling you completely overwhelming your senses. Turpin's hands roamed over your body possessively, tracing the curves of your hips and waist as he claimed you as his own.

With each thrust, Turpin's cock hit that sweet spot deep within you, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. You couldn't help but moan his name, the sound filling the room as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure he provided.

"Judge Turpin," you cried out, your voice filled with longing. "Your Honor, please... fuck me harder."

Turpin's growl of approval echoed in the room as he complied with your request, his thrusts becoming even more intense as he pounded into you relentlessly. You lost yourself in the rhythm of his movements, the pleasure building within you until you felt like you were on the brink of madness.

As Turpin's cock continued to pound into you, you felt the coil of pleasure tightening within you, threatening to consume you entirely. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he released himself in a powerful climax.

You cried out in ecstasy as you felt his hot seed spilling inside you, filling you with a sense of completion and satisfaction. Turpin held you tightly against him, his grip unyielding as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging the exquisite torture of your shared pleasure.

"Your Honor," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, completely yours."

Turpin's only response was a satisfied growl as he continued to claim you as his own, each thrust driving you both further into the depths of passion and desire. In that moment, you knew that despite the complexities of your relationship, there was a connection between you and Turpin that transcended everything else.

As Turpin calmed himself inside you, his movements slowing and becoming more tender, he reached down to rub your clit gently, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from your lips. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he watched your expression of pure ecstasy through the mirror, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," Turpin murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection as he held you close. With one hand supporting your belly where the baby was growing, he continued to soothe you through your orgasm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

In that moment, Turpin couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over him. He knew he didn't deserve you, didn't deserve the love and devotion you showed him every day. But he was selfish, a bastard who couldn't bear the thought of being without you. You were his, his beautiful and incomparable woman, who saw past his flaws and loved him despite everything.

As Turpin led you to the bed, laying you down gently before retrieving a damp cloth from the suite bathroom, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of you. You sighed happily as he cleaned you, your eyes filled with love and adoration as you gazed up at him.

Once you were cleaned, Turpin set the cloth aside and went to the front of the wardrobe, intending to change into his sleeping pajamas. But as he glanced inside, his eyes fell upon his judge's wig, neatly arranged on the shelf. A smile tugged at his lips as he reached for it, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Returning to the bed, Turpin ordered you to sit down, and you obeyed without question. With a playful laugh, he placed the judge's wig on your head, watching with amusement as it practically swallowed you whole. You looked ridiculous in his judge wig, and you couldn't help but laugh too as you caught sight of yourself in the full-length mirror.

"It suits you, my dear," Turpin chuckled, his voice filled with warmth as he watched you. "Though perhaps a bit too big for your head."

You were surprised that he put the wig on you, when some time ago he scolded you for wearing the wig that he said was not a toy, but you ignored that, knowing that your husband was complicated and unpredictable, changing his mind and mood quickly.

Turpin leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he spoke. "Perhaps we should keep this little game between ourselves," he suggested, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I wouldn't want anyone else to see my esteemed judge looking so... absurd."

You couldn't help but play along, adopting a stern expression as you tried to imitate his husky voice. "Richard William Turpin," you proclaimed, your voice low and authoritative, "you are hereby sentenced to spend the rest of your days locked up."

Turpin raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, his lips twitching with amusement. "And what are the charges against me, Your Honor?" he inquired, his tone dripping with feigned innocence.

You poked his chest with your finger, trying to maintain your composure despite the playful glint in his eyes. "Your crimes," you declared, "are of causing sinful pleasures in maidens, seducing innocent maidens with your perverse charms."

Turpin's lips curved into a smirk at your words, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And what is my punishment, Judge?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"You will spend the rest of your life locked in with me," you replied, trying to sound stern despite the laughter bubbling up inside you. "That is your sentence."

Turpin's smirk widened into a grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I must say, Your Honor," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "that sounds like a punishment I could learn to enjoy."

You couldn't help but laugh at his response, the tension of earlier melting away as you enjoyed the playful banter with your husband. With a playful glint in your eye, you reached up and removed the judge's wig from your head, placing it on Turpin's instead.

"Your turn," you challenged him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Let's see if you can do better."

Turpin straightened up, adjusting the wig on his head with a smirk. As he adopted a more serious expression, his voice took on a low, authoritative tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

"In the case of Mrs. Turpin," he began, his voice filled with gravitas, "I find you guilty of stealing my heart and disrupting the peace of my mind."

You couldn't help but hold your breath as Turpin continued, his voice unwavering as he delivered your sentence. "Your punishment, my dear, is to serve me for the rest of your life. You will keep me satisfied, attend to my every need, and be by my side until the end of time. You are stuck with me forever, even when I draw my last breath. You shall not have another man in your life; you are mine, and you will always be, just like I am yours."

You were taken aback by the intensity with which Turpin spoke, the gravity of his words sinking in as you realized the depth of his desire and possessiveness. Instinctively, you reached out and cupped his cheek, searching his eyes for some semblance of understanding.

"Richard," you murmured softly, your voice filled with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. "Do you truly mean what you say? Do you truly believe that I belong to you, and you to me? Are you my Richard?"

Turpin's expression softened at your touch, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the mask of cruelty he often wore. He leaned into your hand, pressing a tender kiss to your palm as he spoke.

"Yes, my dear," he replied, his voice gentle and sincere. "I am already yours. I was sentenced as yours the moment I saw you for the first time. You captured my heart, and I have been yours ever since."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at his confession, the realization that despite his flaws and shortcomings, Turpin truly cared for you in his own twisted way. As he leaned in to kiss you, you melted into his embrace, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by an unbreakable bond of love and devotion.

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could you do a robin buckley x theatre kid!reader?? i think it would be so cute if maybe robin has seen her in the school musicals and stuff but was always too shy to talk to her!!

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summary: robin sees you in one of your shows and gets a little crush on you... warnings: fem! reader, theatre kid *vine boom sound*, I wrote this on my phone while at my show’s rehearsal too lol (which means this is also not proofread) word count: 1k notes: as a theatre kid, thank you for this request lol

Robin didn’t want to necessarily see the musical, but if it meant getting out of math class, she didn’t mind. She was sat in the middle of the audience and thought she was going to take a quick nap, then the music started and you came out. Alone, in the spotlight.

As you started to sing, Robin was immediately hooked. Not on the show, on you. Your voice, your presence, your looks. She felt her heart race and her face blush as you continued with your song, pacing the stage as your cast-mates joined you.

She didn’t even think about a nap or anything else while you were on stage. Your performance was captivating, holding not only Robin’s attention, but everyone in the audience’s. Even if you weren’t singing or apart of a scene, if you were in the background, Robin’s eyes were on you.

Intermission came and went, but Robin couldn’t wait for act two to start and to see you perform more.

Robin didn’t consider herself a big theater fan. She loved movies, but she wasn’t interested in seeing live theater that often. Maybe if Steve or the kids dragged her, just not on her own free time.

Act two came and went. Robin stood with everyone else as they applauded, her eyes locked on you as you took your bow. You and your cast-mates left the stage and the lights came back up. Robin filed out of her row and into the isle, following her peers out of the auditorium.

Once in the lobby, she started down the hall to go back to class, but she stopped when she saw you. You were walking arm-in-arm with a co-star, laughing and still in your costume. Robin’s heart skipped a beat as her feet planted her where she was.

When you passed by her, she finally spoke up.

“Hey,” she said quietly, but it caught your attention. You stopped and turned to look at her, a soft smile on your face. “Y-you did really good.”

Your smile grew wider. “Thank you.”

You held her gaze for a few more moments before your co-star pulled you into the crowd, leaving Robin blushing and falling for you.

———

Robin suddenly wanted to go to every show, more specifically, the shows you were in. It didn’t matter if you were the star, the supporting role, or in the ensemble, Robin wanted to see you. She didn’t know any of the shows, but it was worth it.

Steve noticed her new hobby, and brought it up one day as he drove her to work.

“So…you’re into theater now, huh?” He asked, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, I-“ Robin started, but quickly stopped herself. “Why are you bringing this up?”

Steve hummed, “I think someone has a little crush.”

His sing-songs voice made her roll her eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do, though,” he replied. “Your actress crush came in to the store on your day off with a friend. I overheard them talking about you, specifically she was talking about you.”

“And? What did she say?” Robin quickly perked up.

“‘Don’t know what I’m talking about’, huh?” He teased, earning a slap on the arm from her. “Fine! She thought you were cute and wanted to talk to you after her shows, but you always leave before she can.”

Robin leaned back in her seat, her gaze turning to the window. Maybe there was a chance that you liked her back, just a little bit. The thought of talking to you gave her butterflies, you had left her a bit starstruck.

“Earth to Robin!” Steve said loudly, waving his hand in front of her face.

She blinked and looked back over at him. “What?”

He laughed. “You’re totally head over heels for her.”

“I’m not!”

“You are!”

The rest of the ride consisted of Steve and Robin arguing over her little crush.

———

You excitedly scanned the crowd the best you could when you first went on. Even with the stage lights in your eyes, you spotted her in the middle seat, where she always is. Robin.

Your friend had a class with her and told you everything about her the moment you hinted at even liking her. You noticed her at your shows and you were developing a little crush on her, but she always left before you could see her after the show.

The rest of your performance went by quickly and you were the first one off stage. You were determined to catch her before she left. You raced out the door and down the hall to the lobby, watching the stream of people exiting the theater for her.

You spotted her and smiled, pushing your way through the crowd to get to her. You reached out and tugged on her sleeve, causing her to turn around.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Hi,” you said timidly.

“Hi,” she replied in the same tone. The crowd moved around you two, making it seem like it was just you and her.

“Y-you were great.”

“Thank you,” you answered, “I’ve seen you at all my shows, but I never catch you afterwards.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I usually have to go…” Robin said, lying through her teeth.

“Well, I’m happy I was able to catch you. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

“About what?”

You smiled wider and blushed. “If you want, I…I’d really like to hang out with you sometime.”

You noted the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“I-I, uh, I’d love that!” She quickly answered, stumbling over her words with how quickly she said them. She returned your smile and the two of you slipped your way away from the crowd.

“Um,” you glanced around before snatching a program from a stand and a pen. You quickly scribbled out your number on the piece of paper then handed it to her. “Here, call me and we can figure out the details.”

Robin smiled and took it. “Okay, great.”

You two stood there smiling at each other for a moment, then she pointed her thumb back. “I…I should get going.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you said as you waved her goodbye. You watched her leave and sighed.

You quickly and turned to go back to your dressing room. You wanted to get out of costume and go home.

You couldn’t wait for her call.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson)

Summary— Casey Novak angst. No more spoilers than that! Approach at your own risk!!!

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Warnings: MATURE AUDIENCES, 18+!!, death, angst, really sad shit, murder, blood, gore, multiple suicides, unhappy ending, grief character death, crying, mentioned suicidal tendencies, etc.

Enjoy (:

The precinct room was tense. Nobody was moving a muscle. Everyone frozen. You stood right under the doorway. Everyone’s eyes were on her, on Casey.

It was crazy how wrong this had gone so quickly. The perp was holding Casey in front of him with a knife to the ADA’s throat. Her eyes were bulging in fear and you could see her body shaking.

You had walked into the situation, unintentionally, showing up to surprise your wife for lunch. And you had walked in to the precinct to find everyone with their hands up and staring at Case.

Your heart was racing and your breath was bated. Your mind started to spiral, as Elliot started to try and talk the perp down.

The man’s words blurred in and out of your understanding, you were too busy relieving your entire life with Casey. It was too fleeting. It wasn’t enough. This couldn’t be it. You and her had barely had anytime together.

The perp started to get more agitated. It seemed that anything Elliot was saying was only making it worse…

Before you knew it, you heard a sudden slice followed by a squelched scream… and blood splattering across the room…

your heart dropped. Then another slice, no scream this time. Your eyes fluttered heavily, you started to feel dizzy…

Your legs collapsed on themselves and you feel tumbling to the floor. Nothing made sense. How did it all go so wrong, so quickly…?

Tears started to flow from your eyes. You looked up toward the bloody scene, your vision was blurred and hazy. EMTs were rushing to the two bodies that lies laying on the floor.

Everything began to muffle, the sounds fading into the background. You got the sudden urge to throw up, and you couldn’t stop it, vomiting across the precinct floor in front of you.

You jolted as you felt someone’s hand on your back. You looked up to your left with sobbing eyes to see Olivia trying to talk to you. But you couldn’t hear her.

She tried to pick you up and turn you away from Casey, but you fought back. You fought with your life and soul to get to Casey. Olivia’s hold tightened, not letting you move, so in desperation, you began to scream.

“No! God please no!” as you collapse to ground again and scream in agony.

She picked you up from the floor again and quickly filed you out of the main room and into a separate office. You fought and fought but you just didn’t have it in you anymore. She sat you down, sitting next to you, still trying to tell you something.

This was when you noticed how much you were shaking. You couldn’t stop it. Your breathing was shallow and you felt like you were being blocked from the air in your lungs. This realization only brought more tears. Shock and adrenaline were now in full course and running rampant in your system, and you were really starting to feel the overwhelming effect.

Your eyes started to feel heavy and it all became too much. The last thing you remember is leaning against Olivia’s shoulder before shutting your eyes indefinitely.

When you woke up, you were in Olivia’s apartment. You jolted upright with wide eyes.

Olivia was in her kitchen, but as soon as she heard your gasped breathing, she came into the living room where you laid on her couch. She immediately sat down next to you, bringing her hand behind your back.

“Hey, hey… sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re at my apartment. I didn’t think… it would be appropriate to go to yours…” Olivia explained softly.

For a moment, for a nanosecond, you felt at peace. And then it all hit you.

Her dead body, the life leaving her eyes as blood spilt everywhere, her twitching hand as she bleed out, her mouth which you swore was whispering I love you…

You started shaking again, and your breathing went shallow and spiked. Tears flowed freely and violently as you rocked back and forth on Liv’s couch.

“Oh god Oh God Oh God…” you choked out, your lip trembling as you tried to stifle your violent sobs.

“It’s okay, let it all out…” Liv comforted you.

You suddenly felt the rage in your body kick in. You swatted Liv’s hand away and stood up, filled with anger.

“Y/N?” The brunette asked.

“I… I need to go…” you mumbled, “W-where’s my stuff?”

“At the precinct still… Wait Y/N?!”

Before Liv could say another word, you were out the door.

~~~

You walked into the SVU precinct for the second time in twenty four hours that day. The first thing you saw was the blood stain straight in front of you as you walked in. You gulped.

More feelings came bubbling up but you shoved them down.

You marched into the Captain’s office and demanded your things. Cragen looked at you sympathetically and asked if you were alright.

“I’m fine…” you grumbled, “now please give me my shit back.”

Cragen obliged and you were quick your things and leave. You made it all the way home and to your apartment hallway.

But then you saw your apartment. The one you and Casey had gotten together. The one you had planned to raise kids together in.

You shakily placed a hand over your mouth before letting out more uncontrollable sobs. Your legs were threatening to give out on you, but you managed to stumble your way to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed and losing consciousness again.

You couldn’t get out of bed for the next couple of days. You were in and out of either feeling completely numb or being it with all the grief at once. You were questioning reality.

Was this even fucking real…? How could this have happened…? What the fuck were you going to do…??

Throughout those days, you heard many people knocking, coming and going. Not much on your phone anymore, because you had let its battery run out, but when it was on, everyone on the team was calling and texting.

You knew they only wanted what’s best for you and that they wanted to make sure you were okay… But you couldn’t face them. If you faced them, that would mean it was real. And you couldn’t risk that. That would break you. More than you are already, it would shatter you into the abyss.

Months had passed and you had gone from your bed to your couch. Nowadays, it was mostly the numb feeling. You’d gotten rid or moved any and all reminders of your late past wife.

You spent your days sleeping and crying. People always said it got better, but your pain when you felt it, was like the day you lost her. People were bullshit. You didn’t want anyone ever again. You didn’t want this. Didn’t want life.

On a good day, you had just enough energy to make it to the bathroom. Today, you had been in the bath for hours, already having refilled it twice. You had your head laid back as your line of sight hit a bottle of pills on your counter. Your gut tugged at you.

You could be with Casey again…

You leaned far with your arm and grabbed the pill bottle. You spun it in your hands and thought about it all.

She’s gone… never coming back… why not just skip the torture and be with her again…?

“Alex…” Olivia breathed out with a light smile as the blonde ADA strutted down the street and towards the brunette detective with her signature smirk.

Liv, Elliott, and Alex then walked the crime scene and got themselves familiarized with this new case. And when they had a second at the precinct, she pulled Liv aside.

“Hey Liv, I heard about Casey Novak, Y/N’s wife… How is Y/N…?” Alex asked with light concern.

You and Alex went to law school together. You had been really close. Until she went into Witness Protection. Since then neither of you had heard from each other.

“I… Alex…” Liv sighed, rubbing her temples, “I haven’t heard from Y/N in months…”

Alex’s jaw nearly dropped.

“What…??” She exclaimed, “Liv that’s… that’s…”

“I know, I know… I just got caught up in cases and I thought she didn’t want me there by the way it went down and—” Liv rambled.

“No Liv…! It’s— Where does she live…??” Alex said in a panicked and concerned tone.

Liv quickly gave Alex the address, Alex stopped by Cragen’s office to let him know she’d be gone for some time, before the blonde practically ran out of the precinct.

Olivia was quick to follow, having trouble keeping up with how fast Alex was going. But she got to the blonde in the parking garage, stepping in front of Lex’s car before she could drive away.

“Alex! What is happening…??” Liv exclaimed.

“Get in the car!!” Alex called out.

Liv quickly got in the passenger seat and sped away.

“Lex… talk to me please…” Liv softly spoke, interlocking her left hand with her girlfriend’s right hand.

Alex took a deep breath as she sped down the roads to your place.

“Liv… When Y/N and I were in school, she got really close to a professor, she was like a mentor to Y/N… In our last year… that professor died…” Alex breathed out.

“Oh… I’m sorry…” Liv gently said.

“No Liv that’s not it. What’s it is what happened afterwards… Y/N started behaving oddly, becoming more reclusive and anti social… and then…” Alex gulped, and flinched a little at recalling these harsh memories, “Liv, she tried to kill herself.”

Liv’s whole demeanor changed, her eyes going wide. She felt guilt wracking her body.

How could she have been so stupid…? How could she have left you alone for so long…? What if..??

The car screeched to a halt just outside the apartment, and the two women rushed into the building. They ran up the stairs and Olivia had absolutely no hesitation in barging down the door. The women rushed into the room and looked around frantically.

Alex listened for you, and she faintly heard the sound of water running. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed,

“Bathroom, Liv, bathroom!!!!” Alex cried out.

Alex stumbled the bathroom door open and stepped into the overflowing water from the bath that was everywhere. She yelped desperately in distress. Tears started to run down Alex’s cheeks, as she placed a hand over her mouth, the other hand still on the doorknob.

Liv came rushing behind Alex and was just as horrified at the sight as Alex was.

The overflowing water… the empty pill body… your lifeless body..

“We-we need a bus…” Liv stammered into her radio, taking ahold of Alex.

Hell knows they both needed the support…

“It’s not your fault, Liv. Not your fault…” Alex whispered.

“Like hell it isn’t…” Liv breathed out.

~~~

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: The catwalk scene is from FOI, I wrote from Chrissy's perspective. Tw: Child abuse.

Prologue

January 1980

Chrissy really hadn't wanted to do the Talent Show. No, that was all for her mother, who was always looking for a reason to humiliate her. Nothing Chrissy ever did was good enough for her, including the routine she has just done that was created entirely by Laura. The only reason she had messed up was because she had been so hungry, and she nearly fainted. Chrissy had managed to escape up to the catwalk to avoid being criticized by her own mother only to find that she hadn't been the only one to think of it. A boy only a couple of years older than her was sitting up there, looking down at the audience. He was wearing a flannel shirt, and he had holes in pants. His head was buzzed, and she could tell that his big brown eyes were searching for someone. He was kind of cute. Knowing her mother would disapprove, Chrissy sat down next to the boy. Chrissy fought back the smile when he jumped.

"Are you looking for someone?" She asked.

Chrissy could see the doubt in his eyes. Why would a girl like her talk to a guy like him? She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile, and he snapped out of it.

"My dad," the boy replied.

"Where is he?" She asked and started looking for him as if she knew what he looked like, but the boy just shrugged. "He didn't come?"

Chrissy felt envious for a moment, wishing her mother hadn't come at all. She knew that not everyone's parents were like hers.

"He's just running late," he replied.

She didn't know why she did it, but she wound up lying to the boy. How could she possibly tell him that she was hiding from her own mom like a coward?

"I came up here to look for my mom," she replied.

"She's running late, too?" He asked.

"I wish. She's right there," Chrissy said wrinkling her nose and pointing her out in the ground.

"I'm sorry," he said and Chrissy smiled.

"Me too," she whispered.

"My band's up next," he said. "Uh."

"Break a leg," Chrissy told him. "And - "

"Eddie."

"Eddie, if your dad gets held up, I'll cheer for you," Chrissy said as she shook her arms about.

"Right back atcha," Eddie said, wincing, and Chrissy giggled.

Chrissy, unfortunately, had to face the music like Eddie was going to. She went down to the audience to watch Eddie, and she couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of him. He was so passionate. . .so free. . .she wished she could be like him in that moment. When he found her eyes in the crowd, she stood on her chair and cheered for him when he finished. Laura hadn't liked that and dragged her to the lobby to lay into her about her behavior.

"I only messed up because I was so hungry," Chrissy cried.

"Nonsense, you had lunch," Laura said.

"Not enough, mom," Chrissy replied.

"You have an eating problem, Chrissy," Laura said. "I'm only trying to help you. You don't want to be a little piggy forever, do you?"

Laura pinched her cheek, and Chrissy scowled before biting down on her hand.

"You're my problem!" Chrissy shrieked, and then she ran off, hiding in the coat closet.

She thought for sure that no one was going to find her until she heard the sound of footsteps and voices.

"I spoke too soon when I told the mayor that I didn't need to be here," the familiar voice of Chief Hopper sighed. "Now, we've got a missing kid."

The door opened, and she saw the Chief reaching for his coat. He grabbed it, revealing her face.

"Don't tell my parents I'm here," Chrissy sniffled. "Please."

"Why don't you want me to call your parents?" Hopper asked, kneeling down.

"My mom won't let me eat! The only reason I messed up my routine was because I was so hungry and I got sleepy, so I tripped!" Chrissy sobbed. "And when I told mom that I was hungry, she pinched my cheek and called me a piggy."

"Is that where she pinched you?" Hopper asked, pointing to her cheek, and she nodded.

"She always does it too hard," Chrissy sniffled as her stomach growled loudly. "I got tired of it, so I bit her. Are you going to arrest me?"

"If I'm going to arrest anyone, it's probably going to be your mom," Hopper said. "Let's get you something to eat."

Hopper held out his hand, and she looked at him for a moment before slipping her hand into his. She grabbed her coat and let him help her into it.

"CHRISTINE CUNNINGHAM!" Laura's voice shrieked as she moved through the lobby.

Laura went to grab Chrissy, but Hopper pulled her gently behind him. Her mother looked affronted at his audacity, and Chrissy couldn't help but smirk.

"I think you and your husband need to go down to the station to answer a few questions," Hopper said. "I'm going to get some food for your daughter."

"I don't know what she's been telling you, but she's lying. Kids say the darndest things for attention," Laura said.

"So, you haven't been starving or hurting her?" Hopper asked.

"She had a big lunch. She doesn't need to eat," Laura said.

Just then, Chrissy's stomach growled loudly, proving Laura wrong. Chrissy wanted to look at anywhere else, but at her mother, who glanced down at her in anger. She peaked out from behind Hopper to find Eddie staring at her.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed.

Another officer ended up dragging Chrissy's screaming mother off to another car with her dad following behind her. Philip didn't even bother looking at Chrissy. She stared at them for a moment before climbing into Hopper's car. The entire car ride was silent as he drove her to Benny's diner. They ordered and sat down in a booth.

"What's going to happen?" Chrissy asked.

"That depends on what we find out. We're going to have to set you up with a doctor so we have evidence of what your mother's been doing. I mean, we're definitely going to have to contact social services. Depending on how bad they determine your home life is, they might take you out of the home," Hopper said, and Chrissy tried to stop the smile from forming. "It's okay to be happy about that, kid."

"What if I end up somewhere worse?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that it doesn't happen," Hopper said with a sigh. "But I also can't make you any promises."

"Thank you for being honest," Chrissy said and paused after Benny delivered their food. "She wasn't always like this, you know."

"No?" Hopper asked as bit into his own burger.

"My brother died, and I think her sadness consumed her. She didn't know how to control it, so it controlled her, and then she controlled me. What she did wasn't okay, but I get it and hope one day soon, I'll be able to forgive her. She's still my mom and I love her," Chrissy said.

"You have a big heart, kid. Don't ever lose that," Hopper said, wrapping his knuckles on the table.

Chrissy smiled and bit into her burger. She was starting to feel full for the first time in a while. Hopper, even though he seemed scary, was the kindest man she ever met along with his friend Benny. He was funny, and he even gave her a free milkshake. She knew it was a pity shake, but she accepted it nonetheless. After that, social services were quick to get her out of the home when they discovered that there were locks on the fridge, and the doctor told them Chrissy definitely needed to eat more. Now, the Chief was standing with her in front of the house, her things in his car.

"Claudia's the nicest woman you'll ever meet, trust me," Hopper said.

"I do," Chrissy said.

The minute she stepped into the Hendersons' she felt the difference between her house and this one. Her house had been cold and frightening but this house was nothing but warmth. Claudia greeted her with a sweet smile and kindness in her eyes that Chrissy's own mother never had. Beside her was an eight year old boy with curly brown hair.

"Hi, I'm Claudia, and this is my son Dustin," she said. "Do you prefer Christine or Chrissy?"

"Chrissy," she smiled shyly.

"That works out perfectly. I always call Dustin 'Dusty'," Claudia smiled.

"I like your hair. It's red and blond at the same time," Dustin said.

"It's called strawberry blonde," Chrissy said in amusement.

"Oh, cool. I love strawberries," Dustin said.

"Well, unfortunately, my hair doesn't taste like them," Chrissy said and Dustin snorted. "Ooh, kitty cat!"

An orange cat brushed up against her leg, and she knelt down to pet the cat.

"Oh, that's Mews," Dustin said. "She's mom's cat, really. Mom loves cats."

"I love cats, too! Mom never let me have one, though," Chrissy said as she pet the cat.

"You're going to fit in just fine here," Claudia beamed and put her arm around her. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

As Claudia kept a comforting arm around Chrissy, she realized that she never wanted to leave.

Chapter One

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always-is-always · 3 months

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Insights come, through original content

It's definitely worth the time, to watch as much original content as possible. BIG note to self.

I've watched all four seasons of Bon Voyage, and just finished the four years of Summer Package. Lots of stuff that I have seen bits and pieces of before, in a lot of compilation videos and "analysis" videos. VERY interesting to see all of it within it's original context, in each show.

Yeah, there's a bit of Jikookery as people call it, in some of it. Most of it I had seen out of context, during my first couple of years in the fandom (when I didn't have any idea about anything). There are a few moments here and there that I haven't seen before which are primarily touches, and super subtle stuff.

The interesting thing is how people have taken so many of those moments out of context to support a story that they are presenting, in their compilations or "analysis". Yes, it can be said that other parts of the fandom have done the same thing, for the same purpose.

One of the moments from BV in Malta that everyone has seen comes to mind, here as I type. It is when they are all at a restaurant, and Jimin and Jungkook are seated across from each other. They reach out at the same time, to offer a bite of food to each other. That is a favorite clip that j-kookers love to use, to prove their theory. I mean, I do think it is cute and sweet, and I do believe that Jimin and Jungkook are together (in a closeted relationship), I just think that it's really a disservice when people leave out the other part of that scene. You know, when Jimin is then offering bites of his food to the other members, too. It wasn't just a Jimin and Jungkook thing, like is portrayed in many of the YT videos I have seen...

The other things I noted are how the editing was just so chopped up and discombobulated at times. Like When you see Jimin literally sitting down right next to Jungkook and then suddenly it is edited and next thing you see is Jimin on the opposite side of the group, not sitting where he had just sat down a second before. lol... Yeah, there's a TON of that crappy editing in all of the series and shows. I'm guessing that as they got into 2017, 2018, 2019 that they had to do a lot more editing as Jimin and Jungkook kinda started being more open with their antics. lol...

I kind of understand why people like to create those videos over on YT. There's thousands of them probably, and literally millions of viewers who like that type of thing. I was one who watched a bunch of it, as I mentioned before. It was before I understood what a lot of it was, and before I understood how much manipulation there was.

What's next on tap for me? I'm not sure. There's a ton of content still for me to make my way through. It has been enlightening to say the least. I do see the shift in the way that Jimin and Jungkook were from the early years into 2019, from what I have watched so far. There's so much there that clearly shows that they had particular types of experiences with each other, behind closed doors. I mean, anyone who has ever had a lover would see it in their energy(if you sense or see energy) and in the way that they would touch each other. It is as clear as the sun in the sky.

I can only imagine the complexities that the members had to navigate in their relationships with each other, their communication of how they felt to each other, and in working out HOW to have two members in a close intimate relationship within the group. Talk about a complicated situation. That puts it mildly. No wonder Namjoon had so many moments when they were in front of cameras, audiences, interviewing and such. No freakin' wonder.

Sorry for this long ramble..... I've just been thinking a lot about them and about what I have seen in these shows. Like I have mentioned, I hadn't seen much of the original stuff that was on Weverse, sold on DVD, or behind pay walls. I didn't actually understand what the heck "Summer Package" meant! lol... There's a TON of content that I have still to watch. This will be an ongoing thing for me, during these months while we wait for June 2025. There's probably going to be more rambles like this one, to come.... 😁💜

#bts #bangtan #bts original content #watch original content #missing bts #looking forward to 2025

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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For the Hell of It - Putting on a Show(*)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: NSFW, smut, pre-discussed kink, light bdsm, voyeurism & exhibitionism (discussed, nothing is done in public).

Word count: 1,929

Summary: Jason tries being a little meaner in the bedroom, to delightful results for everyone.

Masterlist

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In the middle of the night, the bedroom door opened and the Red Hood walked in.

Andy looked up from the book she had been reading. It was a little after three in the morning with the muted sigh of wind rushing past the lofty heights of his apartment. The bedside lamp cast the large industrial-styled room in golden light and murky shadows.

Jason shut the door behind him.

She opened her mouth to ask how patrol went, then found the words dying in her throat. He was standing at the door, mask inscrutable, observing her in silence.

Belatedly it struck her that she had never seen him wear his armour into the bedroom before. She slid her reading onto the bedside table and cocked her head at him.

“Did you wait up for me?” His voice rumbled through the modulator.

“Blame the jet lag.” She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d try again once you got back.”

He slowly crossed the space between them.

She pulled her knees up under the blankets. She didn’t know what to make of the way he studied her, but her body already knew how it felt about having his sole focus. The armour only made it worse. She wondered if he knew.

“You remember that talk we had?”

“Which one?” she looked up, only to recall exactly the conversation he was referring to, in the face of blinding white lenses. “Oh.”

Her cheeks warmed. She was very aware of the looming figure standing over her, and anticipation unfurled within her.

“Yes, I remember.”

He pulled his gloves off, loosening finger by finger. He reached down a warm, bare hand and gently traced her cheek. His thumb grazed her lip. He pushed down lightly. She opened her mouth. He slid it in and she curled her lips around it.

He drew his damp thumb back and traced it down her jaw to tilt her chin up.

“The safe word?”

As though it hadn’t been branded onto her mind the moment she agreed to this.

She repeated the word. It came out breathless.

He turned away.

“Take off your clothes.”

Her cotton shirt then her silky bra and matching panties landed on the floor. Her nipples pebbled in the sudden cold. She sat bolt upright, awaiting further instructions. Her heart in its cage beat like the wings of a hummingbird.

Jason reached up to take his helmet off and placed it on the desk.

“Lie down,” he said and he removed his weapons. “Spread your legs, and get yourself warmed up for me.”

A blush rose in her cheeks. He sat in the armchair, facing her. He leaned back, with his legs casually spread wide, and lit up a smoke. He watched her expectantly.

She did as she was told.

She had never put on any kind of performance before, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her now. Most nights Jason relished this part himself. He was an artist with his fingers and she was his sculpture, beauty and pleasure drawn from stoic marble. Tonight he was the audience, and she was artist and art together.

The idea turned from daunting into arousing without her noticing. Her timidity fell away and her pleasure rose.

In the half light the glint of the cigarette reflected in his eyes.

“Do you touch yourself when I’m out?”

She shook her head, mussing her hair against the sheets.”

“No?” he drawled, incredulous.

“No.” It didn’t occur to her to be dishonest. Her role in the scene was not a fabricated one.

“Why not?”

“I… prefer the ache of waiting for you.”

He swore quietly.

“There’s a toy in the bedside table. Get to it.”

She reached out blindly and swiftly found it. Jason enjoyed using it on her, but she had never used it on her own. It let him draw out and build up her pleasure to his own exacting standards without getting distracted by his own ends. He was a wretched tease. She both adored and hated the thing.

He took a long drag of smoke as she adjusted. Her head tipped back against the pillows. Her eyes fluttered shut, but she didn’t want to lose sight of him and kept reopening them. He watched with burning intensity.

Her excitement built and built, far past any notions of simply warming up. He had told her to get ready for him, but he made no move beyond stubbing the cigarette out and attempting to brand her with the heat of his eyes alone.

“Can I… can I climax?” she asked.

“No.”

She withheld her whine.

Normally Jason’s body language was so open and reassuring around her. This was nothing of the sort. The Red Hood, hard and uncompromising, watched her fuck herself on a dildo, and she was more hopelessly turned on than she had ever been under her own touch.

Slowing down was unthinkable as stopping. She had unthinkingly built her pace up, and now she had no off-ramp.

She wasn’t going to ask again.

She wasn’t.

With one hand cast over her face and the other between her legs, she writhed.

Jason let out a harsh breath and stood. Every heavy step towards her felt like salvation and doom both.

He put a hand on her shaking knee.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the calluses and the hardness of his demeanour, his thumb rubbed her skin in a familiar reassurance.

It did not help her predicament. Her breath hitched.

He pushed her hand aside and withdrew the toy. He replaced it with two of his fingers.

She moaned. His touch set her alight and her breath grew thin. His touch was as scorching as his gaze which pinned her down like a lance through the chest.

“I’m-I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” she said.

So he stopped.

She wanted to cry. She covered her face with her hands and took desperate heaving breaths.

The sound of unbuckling belts cut through her panting.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open.

Jason lifted her by her hips and impaled her in one blow.

She sang out in relief.

He set a swift pace, slowing only a moment to let her rearrange pillows to support her back, shooting her straight back to the loft heights she had teetered along for so long. He drove her higher still. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit only twice, and her climax slammed into her.

Her whole body shook. He did not slow his pace, relentlessly working her through it.

She breathed hard as she came down, arching her back for him. The relief was short lived but it brought her a moment of clarity.

Jason’s focus was fixed to her entrance, watching himself sink in and out, in and out. So locked up inside his own head tonight.

“Okay?” she asked quietly, breaking character.

His eyes flickered up to hers, and he gave a short nod. His hand on her hip gave a quick squeeze.

Then the hard tilt returned to his jaw and they were back in it.

“Spent the night at a strip club,” he said harshly.

Her eyebrows rose. It was unusual only in that he was telling her about it: his protection extended to sex workers all over the city. She trusted him, it was a non-issue.

“Working out a territory dispute. Negotiations. Should have been done hours ago. But no, they had to keep stopping to watch the girls.” His lip curled and he changed his angle to something deeper. “Made them make out and touch each other. As though we’re there for a good time, as though I have any interest in getting hard with that pack of slavering animals.”

He brushed his sweat slicked hair from his face and swore. She was so helplessly turned on by him even when he was hacked off, she couldn’t come up with any response.

“Waste of my fucking time,” he growled, thrusting with emphasis. “When I have you alone in my bed. Waiting for me. Clenching on nothing. Dripping wet, just for me. Aren’t you, sweets?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out.

She made a needy noise of objection.

“On your knees or in your mouth?”

She rolled over without hesitation.

He chuckled. He ran his hands up her body, possessive and appreciative. He gently pushed her down onto all fours and pushed back in. His pace was more sedate now and his grip softer, having worked out some of his frustrations.

Well, that just wouldn’t do.

“Did you get hard at the club?” she asked.

His pace stuttered. “What?”

She reached back to touch his thigh, a silent reassurance she was still in character.

“Did it turn you on, surrounded by beautiful women making out with each other?”

The snap of his hips picked up. “Yes,” he conceded, arousal and shame and frustration in his voice.

She looked back over her shoulder. Her hair was tousled, her skin flushed, and her lips swollen from where she bit them.

“Were you thinking of me?”

“I–” The look he gave her was a little stunned, a little star struck.

“There, in that red lingerie you bought me, draped over you?” If he wasn’t thinking it before, he was now.

A whispered “yes,” passed his lips. The burning intensity rose in his eyes once more.

“...touching myself?”

He made a hungry noise in his throat.

“Up on the stage, in front of everyone,” she said, as she looked forward again, flicking her hair aside and arching her back. “Putting on a show?”

He growled, then she was pinned to the bed.

“I’d have to kill them all for looking at you,” he said into her ear, bending over her. “And I would–mm–before I’d take you right there.”

He stood tall again, still holding her bent in half with a hand on the back of her neck. His other hand was on the meat of her ass, to drag her back to meet him. He put one leg up on the bed next to her for more power. A thick muscled thigh rippled against her side. Raging waves of need pulled her back down into the depths.

“Trying to upset me, sweetheart?” he asked, back to ruthless and in full control. She was in paradise. “You know only I get to see you like this. That’s why you’re mine.”

She whimpered, so close to the edge.

“Only I can hold you down and fuck you like you deserve. Only I get to watch you writhe… hear you beg.”

“Hnng, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please! Jason, I–I– fuck, Jay, I don’t– I need..”

“That’s my girl,” he said, dark and appreciative. “You know you’re mine before anything else.”

She sobbed a cry.

“You can cum,” he drawled, sneaking a hand around her hip to reach her clit.

Her climax rocked through her violently. Her vision blanked and her body seized up in great wracking jolts. Her mouth hung open, breathing hard against the blanket.

She vaguely heard his voice encouraging her through it, before he followed after her into bliss.

He curled over her back and held her fast against his hips. He growled her name in her ear.

The last of her strength fled her limbs. It felt like her bones had simply melted.

He collapsed on the bed behind her. With shaking, tired arms he gathered her to himself and nuzzled into her neck. He made a soft inquisitive noise. She sighed in contentment in reply. They tangled their legs together, and basked in the afterglow.

Next>>

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #for the hell of it #my fanfic #dc #jason todd x reader smut #buyer beware #sub!reader #dom!Jason #with some light role switching as the mood changes #I wasn't going to post this one but somebody asked for more smut so here we are

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dotster001 · 2 years

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Date the Human

Summary: ? X gn!reader. When a date with you is up for auction, a mysterious bid slips in at the last moment.

A/N I have an idea for a TWST version of this, so let me know if that's something you'd want to see.

"All you have to do is smile, and stand there. I promise, they'll do the rest."

Diavolo had come to you with a "brilliant idea" that he had seen on human TV shows. He was hosting an auction, where Himself and the Seven Avatars would be up for auction to go on a date with. When he explained the concept, he also asked you and Solomon to participate.

You had your doubts. Who was going to put up money to go on a date with some random human? But Diavolo had assured you not to worry.

So now you were here. On stage. In a glittering get up that Asmo had helped pick out for you. You were the last date to be auctioned off.

Barbatos was the one leading the bidding. He had also been the one to remind Diavolo many times that he was not to bid on you, which led to much pouting from the future demon king. This only led to your growing anxiety that no one would bid on you. But Barbatos had given you private reassurance as he escorted you to the stage.

"You just have to smile," you whispered to yourself. Then tried to put on your most alluring smile.

"Next up for auction is a date with our other human exchange student, Y/N L/N. Shall we start the bidding at…"

"1000 grim!" You looked out into the crowd and saw Mammon at the back, jumping up and down as though to get Barbatos' attention. He was still in his tux from his own part of the auction, but with how messy his hair was it was clear he had run to the audience to be there for your auction.

You felt yourself smile. Of course your Mammon would…

"2000 grim!" Asmo yelled, standing on the chair in front of Mammon.

"Here we go," Barbatos muttered to himself, and suddenly you realized what he had meant when he said "they'd do the rest".

"5000 grim!"

"My lord you aren't allowed to bid."

"5000 grim then."

"Shut up, Satan!"

"10000 grim!"

"If you have that kind of money, why haven't you paid me back?!??"

"Enough of this. I bid 50,000 grim for this to be over." Lucifer said, holding both Mammon and Levi apart from each other but an ear.

All the brothers groaned and snapped at Lucifer, but he silenced them with a harsh glare.

"I'm sure if you just asked them nicely they'd go out on a date with you, now stop making a scene." He hissed.

Barbatos looked down at his D.D.D.

"It appears we have a bid for 100,000 grim over the phone."

He looked up at Lucifer who sighed and shook his head, while also covering Mammon's mouth with his hand.

"Alright, if that's been resolved, then going once. Going twice. Sold for 100,000 grim."

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You sat nervously at a table by yourself in Ristaurante Six. Your mystery date was supposed to have been there five minutes ago. Not that five minutes was super late, but considering you had no idea who they were, you just wished they would show up already .

Finally, you heard someone rush behind you and grab your hand. You looked up in shock at…Simeon?

"I'm so sorry I'm late, my lamb. I had to tuck Luke in before I left."

"Wait, Simmy? You're my mystery date?" Suddenly, you found yourself giggling.

"Is that a bad thing?" He looked disappointed so you quickly assured him.

"No, I was just wondering how you learned to do a virtual bid. I wouldn't think you had it in you."

His face broke into a soft smile. "I'm getting better with technology."

"Uh huh. Clearly." You grinned.

You fell into silence for a moment. "You do know if you wanted a date with me, you didn't have to spend so much grim. You could have just asked."

"And have to fight through the brothers? I'm not a fool Y/N." He laughed. "Besides, it's much more interesting to have our first date be surrounded by this air of mystery, is it not?"

He gently took your hand from across the table.

"If you wouldn't mind, I would quite enjoy having more moments with you like this. I'm quite fond of you little lamb."

He looked at with such adoration in his eyes. You couldn't believe you hadn't noticed it before.

"Did you not know?" He looked surprised. "I'm sorry this must be sho.."

"I'd like that too, Simeon." You smiled back at him.

He looked so relieved as he just held your hand in that moment.

"You know you're probably gonna have to fight the brothers after all, right?"

Turns out, an angel's groan of despair is a heavenly sound.

#obey me #obey me x reader #om! simeon #simeon x reader

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Okay I'm finally sitting down to properly watch the PJO series so here's an episode-by-episode live blog I guess. (Fair warning, I haven't read the books since I was a teenager, I am a smidge of an apologist for the films, and my favorite adaptation so far has been the musical.)

Episode One:

All of the actors are doing a really good job, I especially like Sally.

The costume design for both the monsters and the humans is pretty killer. I want Percy's sweater.

I also love the little seaside cabin and want to live there!!!

This is such a mild gripe BUT as someone with dyslexia I wish there was a better way to visually depict it without like, doing the swapping letters thing cuz that's just not what it's actually like at all.

Gabe maybe feels a little too funny. Like I'm supposed to hate him and think it's justified that he deserves to be turned into stone at the end, this version of him is really.....toned down, and his banter with Percy and Sally was fun to watch. I should hate him, but really he just came across as unpleasant. Less abusive asshole and more "old married couple who share interests but can't communicate without shouting" you know?

Loved Grover's little "I'm 24 actually" lmao that was great.

Not a fan of Percy immediately recognizing the Minotaur within a millisecond of it appearing before the audience even got a good look at it. Like, I just sat there thinking "how can he even see it?" rather than feeling scared of a big monster barreling at them.

The action is uh....fine? Feels a little lackluster. Or kinda....divorced from the rest of the show weirdly?? Idk it makes me feel like I'm watching a movie of a movie if that makes sense?? But we'll see where they go with it. (I know banter during a fight isn't realistic and people make fun of Marvel for it, but like...it helps to have at least a little talking. We don't wanna be Man of Steel.)

I feel like there's been a few "slightly out of sync ADR" moments but they weren't too distracting.

Pacing into Sally saying goodbye felt a little long, kinda took the shock of her dying out of the scene, but the actress REALLY sold all the emotional beats so I'll forgive it.

I LOVE the credits sequence!!! Reminds me of the designs on that one box set of the books in a really cool way.

Episode Two:

Oh yes the ugly ass neon orange shirts are here bless!

FUCK YES THAT'S DIONYSUS BAYBEEE!! My ONLY note is that he def could have turned up the energy a little, but that's probably just bcs I love how loud and unpleasant he is in the musical and I also know how unhinged this actor can be.

Chiron is such a delight <3

I like the cabins too, way better than how I imagined them as a kid reading the books lol

Oh, I can see why the new fans fell for Luke so hard.

Grover assuming a human being squished would be like an old banana is very funny. Felt very book-humor in a good way.

Clarisse!!

Oh damn actual disabled half-bloods, very cool!

Minor but I can't actually tell what Percy did wrong with the bow? Weird editing I guess.

Aside from that I actually love a good "fuck up" montage, I honestly wish it were a little longer.

Probably doesn't matter but I don't get having them burn the food after they've started eating? I thought that was a before you sit down type thing.

Percy burning the blue candy to try to talk to his mom was sweet tho T_T

"real friends" hahahaha.....yeah.......about Luke.......

yay! hazing!

Oh I love Annabeth already >:D

Thalia.....is pronounced differently than I thought....?

(I'm sorry I'm too much of a fan of 'Tree on the Hill' for this exposition dump. That shit hits harder when coming from Grover.)

Percy giving Annabeth the "actually I suck and my self esteem is riding on this so like pls don't ask me to do anything hard T_T" talk is just, so good lmao

ofc he doesn't know what's going on Annabeth you didn't tell him anything

Okay the action is a lot better when it's between the actual characters and doesn't involve a 3D monster, though I still had trouble following all the hits Percy was taking.

Oooh I can see why people did so much art of Percy being claimed that was a good shot.

FUCK YEAH TELL HIM YOU'RE SALLY JACKSON'S SON

(I hope they kept the Oracle in the attic...)

Okay I have to go do some things and then I'll be back for more!

#long post #loo watches pjo #pjo spoilers

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prettygirl-gabi · 10 months

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We Should Do This More Often

Rating: General Audiences

Warning:Fluffy fluff, even more fluff

Category:F/M

Fandom: Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend Woozi x !f idol reader

Summary: You and Woozi are both idols from different companies you're a member of Alora under KQ ent. So your love story was unexpected but yet so pure, and everyone loved it. But you both loved the rainy nights

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

It was a rainy night and Woozi was feeling cozy in his safe place. He had just finished working on some new music and was ready to relax. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the dorm room's studio door. He stumbled to opened it, slightly expecting one of the boys to tell him to go to bed but only to find his girlfriend - you standing there with a big smile on your face.

"Hey babe," you said as he steps to the sode to let you walk in and you give him a tightly hug. "Hey," Woozi replied as he closed the door behind you. "What brings you here?" "I just wanted to see you, pluse we got some free time in our schedules for a few weeks" you said as you took off your (woozi's) coat and hung it over his computerchair. "Well, I'm glad you did," Woozi said as he led you over to the couch. "It's perfect cuddle weather." You smiled at him and snuggled up next to him on the couch. The both of you sat there for a while, listening to the rain outside and enjoying each other's company.

"I love nights like this," you said as you rest your head on Woozi's chest. "Me too," Woozi replied as he wrapped his arms around you securely. "It's so peaceful, now please save your work so we can stay like this all night." He sighed but did it and locked the computer only to come back to you as quickly as he left your arms.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes before speaking up again. "You know what would make this night even better?" "What?" Woozi asked curiously. "If we watched a movie together," you suggested with a smile. Woozi grinned back at you. "That sounds like a great idea." The both of you left the studio and made your way to his room with all of the snacks on course.

After scrolling through Netflix for a bit, you both finally settled on an old classic movie that you both loved. As you watched the movie together, both of you couldn't help but make comments about certain scenes or characters that you found funny or interesting. It was one of those moments where everything felt perfect - being wrapped up in each other's arms, watching a great movie, and listening to the rain outside.

After the movie ended, and your eyes being low woozi decided to call it a night for the both of you. Woozi had gotten up from the be and stretched his arms out. "I should probably head home," you sat up fully and said with a yawn. Woozi shook his head in disagreement. "Yeah, no it's pretty late,cold and too wet for you to uber back home." You nodded you head walked over to the bathroom together to do your routine before you both crashed. Woozi had gotten done before you so he opened the window slightly to smell and hear the rain a lot better. Once finished with your routine you gave him a loving back hug. "Thanks for tonight, baby" you said with a smile pressed to his back. "I had a great time." "Me too," Woozi replied as he turned and hugged you back. "We should do this more often." You nodded in agreement as you and Woozi laid peaceful I the beg together.

"But how about we put on Transformers" you asked going to HBO: Max. "I think that's perfect baby," Woozi stated as he kissed the top of your forehead. The both of you crashed as soon as the part when they were in Egypt.

#kpop #seventeen ambw #woozi imagines #svt woozi #seungkwan #kpop fluff #svt imagines #rainy night #couple cuddling #idol reader #support the writers!#comments really appreciated #lee ji hoon #jihoon x reader #x jihoon #x reader #x woozi

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steppingonyourshadow · 8 months

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Selected excerpts from Xiao Zhan's Global People interview

Our interview with Xiao Zhan took place in the depths of the night. During the day, he had been busy with training camp for a new movie, and at night he attended a taping of a promotional program for his new show which ran until almost midnight. In the lounge which had been converted into our interview space hung the two outfits he wore today. Two pairs of white trainers sat on the ground. Once the equipment and the lights had been set up, there was almost no space to move.

After he finished the taping, Xiao Zhan changed as quickly as he could, fixed his hair and hurried to the lounge. Near the door, he stopped for just a moment, slowed his steps, came in. Greeted me coolly, sat quietly. Staff bustled around him, adjusting lighting, checking the mic. As he picked up and carefully read through the interview outline, there seemed to be a spotlight beaming down from above his head, separating him from the noise of the outside world, leaving only a man immersed in thought.

It seemed to be a habit of Xiao Zhan's to have some paper on hand. Acting coach Yang Xu, who has worked with him many times, once described him as "constantly with a script in hand". This comes partly from anxiety about the role, and also the respect he has for the character. As an actor with no professional training, Xiao Zhan still maintains a conscientious approach to performance.

This attitude, lurking beneath the surface, has been crucial to quietly helping him make the transformation from quantity to quality. In the past three years, Xiao Zhan starred in the play A Dream Like A Dream, with more than ten thousand characters of dialogue; there have been a steady stream of releases, ranging from costume to modern dramas, from fantasy to realist; when the TV series Where Dreams Began was released in June, audiences saw a more mature "actor Xiao Zhan".

"I think the way in which I'm most like Xiao Chunsheng is that if we decide on the right thing to do, we will persist with it all the way. In the show, Xiao Chunsheng had to make a lot of different choices as society changed around him, but the core of what he insisted on never changed, including how he is with his friends, family, and his life's work. He's kind of an obstinate person," Xiao Zhan told us.

"When people talk about you in the future, what do you hope they'll say?" We asked him.

"That show he was in recently was pretty good," Xiao Zhan says, smiling.

This is his intent, to be an actor who is known for his work. In recent years, Xiao Zhan has increasingly felt the special connection an actor has to the act of performance. At the end of the work day, back in his hotel room, he would often think back on the day with a strange sense of satisfaction.

"I'd feel really pleased, like oh, actually that scene was decent, all that hard work was worth it." Or he'd reflect, "that scene wasn't my best, if I could do it again I'd do better."

"Audiences tend to have a harsher, more critical view of non-professionally trained actors who attract a lot of attention like yourself. How do you view these comments?"

Three years ago, at an event to commemorate 110 years since the birth of the playwright Cao Yu, Xiao Zhan had a conversation with Cao Yu's daughter Wan Fang. Xiao Zhan asked her: "is truthfulness the most important thing in doing creative work?"

"With equanimity. Like the line from Where Dreams Begin, 'the more difficult road is the one heading up'. If their comments have merit, then I'll take them on board and make changes next time. For me, an actor speaks through their works, so everything should serve the work."

Wan Fang replied with a line from her play 'Winter's Journey': "There's no single path toward truth, truth is its own path."

Xiao Zhan carried this answer with him. He knew that this was also the attitude one should take to performing - there are no shortcuts on the way to a good performance; it can only be achieved through sincerity and persistence.

#xiao zhan #text translations #where dreams begin #He gives such good interview

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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hi anna! i love your writing and was wondering if i could request something? i was thinking maybe something where you’re a singer too and harry goes to one of your concerts with his family and then introduces them to you? if not, no worries!💜

sure!!

country isn’t really my fave genre, but golden hour by kacey musgraves is a musical masterpiece ☀️🌄🌈

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“I just want to take a moment with you guys before we go back to the music,” you said, taking your mic off its stand and walked towards the edge of the stage. You carefully sat down, your feet dangling. “Much better, don’t you think?”

As an artist whose fame rested heavily on the shoulders of your fans, you made it a point to have as close of a relationship as you could. You used to perform in parks and post online where you were going to be, and it would turn into a picnic of sorts, everyone bringing blankets and snacks and listening to music. Once your career started taking off, you couldn’t do those small performances anymore, but you did what you could to remind your fans that you loved them and appreciated them for everything they did for you. You wouldn’t be where you were today without them.

A crew member handed you your acoustic guitar, the same one you’d had since you started this journey, and you began plucking at the strings idly.

“I just want to say some quick thank yous. There are a lot of people here in the audience tonight that mean a lot to me, and I think they deserve some love from y’all.

“My boyfriend is somewhere around here hopefully. Sometimes he likes to wander off,” you said, scanning the VIP box he said he would be in. Your eyes landed on him, and just seeing him from far away made your heart beat a little faster. “There he is! Hi, lover!”

The crowd craned their necks up to where Harry was waving and blowing kisses from the box, everyone going crazy for him.

Harry started out as your mentor, in a way. He asked you to join him on his first solo tour, which completely floored you since you only had an EP and one single on the charts,l. But he must’ve seen something in you, and since you’d been dreaming of going on tour since you started releasing music, you jumped on the opportunity. He was a really good friend to you on tour, and it was honestly one of the best experiences of your life. Everyone from catering to merch staff to the band was so kind to each other, it felt like you were one big family. Going on tour with Harry paved the way for your own tour and how you wanted the behind the scenes to look like.

Aside from that, you and Harry helped each other out with music. You gave him input on songs he’d recorded and he helped you write a couple songs on what would become your first album. His friendship meant everything to you, and even though that friendship blossomed into more down the line, you still considered Harry your closest friend.

Once the crowd died down, you held the mic up to your lips again to speak. “I want y’all to give him a big hand because without him, I wouldn’t be here performing these songs. Give it up for my Velvet Elvis!”

After your first album generated some buzz, people were eager to see what you put out next, but you weren’t in any rush. Making music was an organic process for you, and you didn’t want to rush or force creativity in any way. When you started dating Harry, though, you got that itch again, the same one that made you want to write until you couldn’t anymore. He didn’t help you as much with the writing this time around, but that was because the album was all for him.

“I also want to say a huge thank you to Harry’s family. His mom and sister flew all the way from England for this show, can you believe that?”

The crowd thundered again as you waived to Harry’s family. With not much family of your own, his stepped up in a big way. You talked to Anne on the phone almost as much as you talked to Harry. You wouldn’t say she was your second mother, as you could never replace your own, but she did have a special place in your heart. Harry and all of his family did.

“They surprised me today at soundcheck, and I immediately started crying,” you said, laughing a little at the memory. “I’m really grateful to y’all and all of your support. And you raised a pretty great guy too.”

After a couple more thank yous, the concert continued. You sang almost the entirety of your new album, and a couple of songs from your first album and EP. You sang a few covers that you used to perform at your small outdoor shows, a small nod to the fans who had been with you from the very beginning.

One song in particular had you feeling particularly emotional. You wrote it one afternoon while you and Harry were lounging in a meadow in your hometown. You went back often to see your grandparents, but you’d never gone with Harry. Your Nana and Poppa instantly loved him, and that’s kind of when you knew he was the one. You’d taken him out to a field where parties were probably still held after football games on Friday nights, but at dusk it was just the two of you. The sun was going down, its rahs hitting Harry in the most gorgeous way as he slept on a planet with his head in your lap. Reaching into your bag for the little notebook you kept for when the mood to write struck you, you uncapped a pen and began to jot down lyrics.

“I used to get sad, and lonely when the sun went down,” you sang, your fingers strumming the chords on a different guitar, one Harry gifted you on your one year anniversary. “It’s different now, cause I love the light that I found, in you. Baby don’t you know, that you’re my golden hour.”

You’d been looking up at Harry for a lot of the song, but when tears threatened to fall, you blinked quickly. You weren’t sure how Harry saw that you were on the verge of crying, but he started to make funny faces at you, which made you smile and even breathing out a small laugh as you finished up the song.

“You make the world look beautiful, thought I’d seen it all before. But lookin’ through your eyes, it looks like paradise.”

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The concert was coming to a close after two encores, and after you blew kisses and thanked the crowd repeatedly, you finally jogged offstage. You handed a stage hand your guitar, quickly tying your hair up into a bun high on top of your head. For the concert, you kept it down, but immediately after a performance you almost always put it up, ready to let the back of your neck breathe.

You hadn’t been expecting Harry since he was all the way in a VIP box, but it was definitely his arms that wrapped around you and spin you in circles.

“I’m so proud of you, baby, you have no idea,” he said, quiet enough that only you two could hear him.

“All for you,” you said when he finally put you down.

Tapping your nose with his knuckle, he leaned down to kiss you, but out of the corner of your eye you saw two figures and immediately left Harry in the dust.

“Anne! Gemma!”

You hugged them tight, thanking them profusely for coming to your show, even though you’d already thanked them about a hundred times. Harry pouted at not getting his kiss for about two seconds before his face broke out into a grin. He could never be mad at all his favorite people getting along.

“You were wonderful darling,” Anne said, and Gemma agreed, congratulating you on a great show.

“Thank you,” you said, meaning it wholeheartedly. Anne had been the only one outside of your writing and producing team to hear the album. You wanted it to be a surprise for Harry, but you needed some kind of outside opinion, so you went to his mother. She raved and raved about it over the phone and promised you Harry would love it. “I usually go outside for a bit and meet some fans and sign autographs and that kind of stuff, but maybe we could go to dinner after? If you’re tired from the flight I completely understand.

“I’m in,” Gemma said, and you worked out the details of where to meet once you were all finished.

“H? Are you going with your mom and Gemma?”

“Huh?” he said. He’d only been half listening, a little distracted by you. You weren’t really doing anything, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but lose time staring at you. He’d done it since before were together, and he couldn’t seem to shake the habit. When you repeated the question, he said, “I’ll stay with you. Wouldn’t mind saying hello to some fans myself.”

You and Harry waved goodbye to Anne and Gemma, then walked towards your dressing room so you could change out of your clothes. Harry was quiet as you dressed and undressed, helping you out of your fringe jumpsuit when you asked him to. When you finally changed into something more comfortable, you and Harry left the venue, his arm over your shoulders and kissing the top of your head occasionally as you broke down the whole show, wondering how he got so lucky to be your golden hour.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot

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xhannahbananax03 · 1 year

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Slip Away

Pairing: Austin x Reader

MASTERLIST

Words: 2k

Warnings: Slow burn, some angst

Her hands rose up towards the stage as a look of confused pleasure took over her face. She watched Elvis Presley move across the platform in the center of the recording studio as he sung his heart out, body clad in a leather suit, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

Y/n was unsure how to feel. She knew she felt incredibly aroused watching him up close like this, her thighs pressing tighter and tighter together confirmed that for her, but her face spoke otherwise. She was screaming and practically crying with the other women surrounding her as everyone sat and watched the performance, but every few seconds you could see her take a moment to really think about how appropriate her feelings were, before her expression went back to excitement and you could tell she stopped caring once more.

"Aaaaaand... Cut!" Baz shouted out with the clicking clapperboard as a few studio bells rang and everyone gave Austin a loud cheer, Baz walking up onto the stage to talk to the young man about the scene.

Y/n rose with the rest of the crowd and straightened out her costume dress as she went to the Craft Service Table to grab a cup of water, knowing that her vocal cords were going to be needing it for all the screaming she'd have to do as an audience extra.

"Hey honey," She heard Austin creep up behind her, grabbing a water for himself as a lady from makeup dabbed some of the sweat away from his forehead quickly, "What d'ya think?" He asked smiling down at her as she shook her head up at him in amazement like she always did.

"You've once again blown me away," She shrugged honestly and his smile became brighter making her smile in return.

"Mr. Butler! If you don't mind taking a seat over here for a moment so we can do touch ups?" An on set hairstylist shouted out, motioning towards a chair a few feet away and Austin looked at Y/n to which she nodded and followed him over.

"How are ya today, Janice?" Austin asked politely, taking a seat in front of the woman her smiled down at him.

"I'm doin' just fine, Elvis," She mocked his accent in a teasing tone as she usually did and he blushed lightly while looking to the ground as Janice started her work.

Ever since Y/n and Austin stared working together on set about a year ago they became fast friends. She was only an extra for a few scenes, while Austin was the star, but he still took notice to her.

He doubted he'd ever have the gall to admit it out loud, but he found her just stunning. She was charming too and everyday he found himself trying to get closer and closer to her, "So," Austin cleared his throat, looking at Y/n who was staring back, "What're ya doing later after work, Y/n?".

"Oh probably same old, same old," She shrugged, "Just gonna go home and order some takeout," He also loved that about her. Y/n was never ashamed of being human like a lot of people were in this industry, like how Austin was at times.

"Well mind if I join ya?" He asked curiously, a little blush taking over his cheeks as he looked at her hopefully.

"Sure," She shrugged nonchalant and Austin's heart dropped a little at how little she seemed to care, "It's a date," She smiled at him kindly before turning around and making her way back to Baz as he called in the extras to speak to them.

With her back turned to Austin, she let out a shaky breath, hoping he didn't notice the excitement in her tone. They had hung out a few times outside of work but usually in a public setting or with other cast mates around so it never felt really private.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't have a massive crush on Austin. He's the whole movie she auditioned for this movie in the first place, she grew up watching him on T.V and had just developed this liking for him and the more she got to know him the more she realized she much preferred who he was off-screen.

They ran the scene a few more times along with a few other ones that Y/n wasn't in so she just waited outside the studio, talking with a few of the other extras about how they were sad that this was their last day. Luckily, it wouldn't be hers, she had one more scene that was for the end of the movie and then she'd be done.

When Austin finally made his way outside, Y/n could see the almost craze in the other women's eyes as he approached with that dazzling smile everyone became accustomed to, "Hi ladies," He smiled and a few of the women blushed while giving a small wave or little 'hello' in return, "Ya wouldn't mind if I stole this pretty little thing from y'all, now would ya?" He practically flirted with the women, throwing his arm over Y/n's shoulder and she shook her head lightly, grabbing onto the tips of his fingers. He knew what he was doing.

"Not at all," One of the women shook her head waving to the pair as she led the group away, "Call me sometime, Y/n!" She called over her shoulder before Y/n said she would and turned to walk towards the car with Austin.

He had a personal driver so thankfully she wouldn't have to call a cab tonight, most nights she didn't anyway, Austin offering to drop her off at her apartment on his way home.

"You're cruel," Y/n jokingly told him, shoving his arm away from her as the pair chuckled and Austin threw his arm back around her, squeezing her close and making her heart flutter, "Leading those ladies on like that," Y/n tsked and shook her head at him in a scolding manner.

"Oh please, like you're not jus' as bad," He scoffed out as he opened the back door of the black SUV for her, "Ya act like ya don' have every guy in that damn studio's attention," He scowled a little, not letting her see but his bitter tone uncontrollably slipped through his words.

"Well it's hard to notice anything when you're in the room, Aus," She said with a little laugh but meant every word and the look he gave her showed that she wasn't doing a good job of hiding the truth from him, so with a deep blush, she sat down and scooted across the bench seat to the other side of the SUV, allowing Austin to get in behind her.

The rest of the ride was spent in semi-awkward silence after her little comment and she found herself beating herself up over it. How could she be so stupid? If the silence didn't confirm Austin's discomfort with her flirting, she didn't know what did.

"Here we are," She mumbled with a tight lipped smile, walking up to her ground floor apartment door and grabbing her keys out of her bag to unlock it, "I'm sorry about the mess," She apologized as she opened the door and stepped inside, Austin following her close behind.

"If ya think this is a mess, ya should see my place," He chuckled softly, looking around at the relatively clean apartment, just a few things scattered about, as he tried his hardest to get the mood back to where it was before he went all quiet in the car.

He didn't mean to, he just wasn't used to her flirting with him. He was usually the one to do that and they just kind of chalked it up to that being his 'Elvis' persona poking through, trying their hardest to avoid what was going on between them, but when she finally flirted back, he was in shock. This confirmed something for him, he just wasn't sure what and didn't want to jump to the conclusion of her reciprocating his feelings and scaring her off.

"So what do you want to order for dinner?" She asked, pulling out a few menus and tossing them on the island of her kitchen as Austin removed his shoes and coat by the door, "I've got one for Chinese, one for pizza and one for a Mexican place. Or we could just order McDonald's or something," She shrugged, dropping her purse on the counter and looking over at him, a small blush still on her cheeks and he smiled.

"I'm down for whatever ya want, sweetheart," He grinned at her, his flirtatious manner coming back tenfold and she nodded her head, grabbing one of the menus and her cellphone.

He looked around her apartment as she made the call and took his time to look over some photos of her, one in particular caught his attention and he picked up the frame. Inside was Y/n, in a wedding dress, standing across from a man as they smiled at each other.

Austin looked at it awhile longer, confusion evident in his face. Y/n had never mentioned a partner, let alone a husband. Why wouldn't she think to bring that up?

"That's Nate," Y/n told him, surprising him and making him jump a little, he didn't mean to snoop like he had and he quickly sat the photo back down before looking to her and seeing a sad smile on her face, "He was my husband," She explained, wanting him to know that they were no longer together.

"Was?" He asked curiously but not wanting to sound judge-y, he knew he'd still like her no matter what.

"Mhm," She nodded taking the photo from the stand where it sat, "We got married, like, super young," She chuckled, looking at the picture of her wedding day with a fond expression, "He was in the military and was killed," She finally let out, not really having talked to anyone about it in a long time.

It had happened over 10 years ago, so she had had plenty of time to mourn, but when she moved away from their shared home, she lost contact with his family and just kinda stopped talking about it. She did, however, keep this one simple photo of them together, "I hope you don't mind," She looked up to Austin, still holding the picture in her hands.

He looked at her for a moment with a sad expression, before gently taking the photo from her hands and setting it down and bring her into his arms to hold her tightly, "I'm so sorry, Y/n," He told her honestly, kissing the top of her head and now he found himself being upset that he had even thought about feeling jealous, "I'm sure he was a great man,"And Austin was sure he was, judging by the photo alone, Y/n looked extremely happy.

The sweet moment was broken up by a knock on the door and the pair pulled apart, "I've got it, honey," He told her, squeezing her arm before going to answer the door and grab their food, "Wanna eat in the living room? Maybe watch a movie?" He suggested, carrying a bag of food towards where they were in the living, but before he could even get a few steps away from the door, he was met with her standing directly in front of him and he smiled down at her, waiting for her answer.

Y/n stared up at him with a nearly blank face as she reached out and took the food from his hands, setting it on the floor by their feet and he looked at her confused, "Wha-" His words were quickly cut off by the feeling of her lips pressing against his firmly.

It took Austin only a second before he was holding onto her and kissing her back just as passionately. He had no idea where this was coming from, but now that he had her, really had her, he wasn't about to let her slip away.

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pocarinapyon · 2 years

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[Chili] A Good Experiment

Sweet and sensual: that was how Albedo made love to you. Lately, he wondered what if you were getting bored and wanted to spice up your sex life? Thus your ever-so-curious lover decided to conduct an experiment. He was to take down notes while watching you have intercourse with other men. He wanted to pick up techniques while learning more of your preferences. Pretend he wasn’t there. All consensual, of course. Regardless of his restricting pants, Albedo could – should – only keep his eyes on. Focus. After all, direct and clear observation are imperative to a good experiment.

Contents include [introduction], [session # n], and [after session].

Starring : Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate)

Warning : 🌶🌶 [Chilis] S*ggs; Voyeurism; Exhibitionism; Petnames (if it bothers you); Oral sex (Receivers: You, Kaeya); Fingering; Desire to impregnate; Creampie; Overstimulation; Kaeya urging you to masturbate; Masturbation; Dirty talk (?); Ass-smacking; Edging; Getting cockdrunk; Squirting; Anal; Childe being a menace (?); Kaeya and Childe being jerks; No s*ggs scene for Albedo; Diluc, Kaeya, and Childe being covetous; Surely Albedo is aware the three men wanted his woman but – idk; Moment of birth for Albedo’s yandere tendency; etc.

😅 Additionally, this was written with the lack of brain juice and just thirst so please bear with me.

Links : Masterlist

Target audience is female reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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“Before we begin, my love, please drink this,” Albedo said while handing you a test tube filled with pink liquid.

“What is this, love?” you curiously asked. “Is this different from the potion you asked me to drink after each – uhm – session?”

“Yes. This potion ensures us you won’t get pregnant,” was your lover’s forward response. You nodded and drank the potion in one go. “This is a safety measure. I know you love it when I ejaculate inside so I assumed you would also ask your partners to do the same.” You grimaced and slapped Albedo’s arm – because it was true: you loved hot cum spurting in your womb. Albedo chuckled, “I will be back to fetch your first partner. Please relax and wait for a while.” Albedo patted your head before going outside to discuss with the lab rats. Although, in a sense you were also considered a lab rat.

You sat on the bed and contemplated. How did Albedo manage to make you agree again? And how did he convince those three men to join? Imagine: a Fatui Harbinger, the Favonius Cavalry Captain, and Mondstadt’s wine tycoon. How will they handle your body? Will they be the same as Albedo: sweet and gentle? Or will they –

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open to reveal Albedo and Diluc. The dashing gentleman as your first partner. You felt your face heat up and glanced somewhere else. Really, what was on Albedo’s mind, thinking of such lewd experiments?

The two men entered and as soon as Diluc saw you, froze while taking in your beauty. Oh, he can’t wait to finally have a taste of you! A delicious snack all for him – even for a brief opportunity. Meanwhile, Albedo closed the door and guided Diluc towards the center of the room.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Albedo confirmed.

“Nervous,” you admitted skittishly while playing with the hem of your skirt. “Uhm… Master Diluc, please go easy on me.”

Diluc’s eyes widened. Were you a virgin? But Albedo implied it wasn’t the case. Thousand thoughts ran through his head before he finally grunted in response. What exactly did that grunt mean? Even Diluc did not know.

“It will be alright, my love. Take your time,” Albedo stepped closer and kissed the top of your head.

“Yes, love. It’s just… I don’t know what to expect…”

“If it makes you feel better, rest assured I won’t hurt you,” Diluc protested quickly. “I’ll do my best to please you…and give Albedo decent data.”

You smiled a thank you at Diluc before taking in a deep breath.

“Uhm… I think I’m ready, love,” you mustered the courage to say.

“We can always stop if you feel distressed in any way. After all, our main priority is your pleasure,” Albedo cupped your cheeks and gave your lips a peck. An assurance. “Remember: our safe word is?”

“Coffee Jelly,” both you and Diluc answered.

Albedo hummed in approval. You placed your hands on top of Albedo’s to signal you were ready, cuing him to sit back and watch the show. Albedo got comfortable on the chair, placed his clipboard on his lap, and gave the go-signal.

“Shall we start?”

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Session #1 : Diluc Ragnvindr

“M – Master Diluc…!” you cried, voice breathy from pleasure. It was embarrassing to erotically call another man’s name but Albedo insisted it was alright.

You were sprawled on the bed, thighs clipped on Diluc’s shoulders as he assaulted your wet pussy with his tongue. He ran his soft muscle in your slit before circling your clitoris and suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned, back arching from jolts of pleasure.

“Does it feel good?” Diluc asked in between greedy slurps from your honey pot. Crimson eyes peered at yours while plump lips puckered your pulsing clit.

“Y – yes – ahn…! M – Master Diluc, please, inside…! I want you inside, please!”

Diluc had been engaging you in foreplay and making sure you were prepared for him. He was afraid to hurt you but you couldn’t take it anymore. You already came once from having your clit played and now dying to have his cock inside. Your gummy walls sadly clenched at nothing. Instead of using his cock, Diluc plunged two digits inside your hole. You groaned, happy yet discontented to feel your hole stretch.

Diluc buried his fingers oh-so-deep, hitting your puffy clit with his palm. You bit your lip and suppressed your moan but Diluc did not like it. He finger-fucked you in a fast pace, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. You couldn’t help but whimper. Fluids sloshed out of you, making a wet mess on his hands and on your thighs. He slid another digit and continued his relentless speed, pounding you fast and hard. Clapping flesh, wet sloshes, and erotic cries echoed in the room. Your pussy was on fire. The more Diluc met his palm on your clit; the more he dipped his fingers in and out, the closer your next climax.

“Master Diluc! I – I’m cumming!” you screamed, hips elevated to get more of Diluc’s divine fingers.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded, intently gazing at you and etching your gorgeous messy image in his memory.

One scissor motion of his digits made you release, screaming from the glorious climax. You slumped on the bed and panted heavily as Diluc slowed his pace to a complete stop. He removed his digits inside you to let you come down from your high.

Diluc’s hungry crimson eyes watched your vulnerable form. You looked so delicious: chest rising up and down; thighs shivering; pussy dripping. But your hazy gaze wandered somewhere else – roaming around to search for your boyfriend. Diluc clicked his tongue. He gently caressed your cheeks then steered your face towards his.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

The sight of your glossy eyes and trembling lips pleading for cock could make Diluc cum. But why would he when Albedo said you loved feeling warm cum spurting inside you? Thus he made it his mission to fill you up with his seeds.

And possibly impregnate you so you can be his.

Diluc flushed your knees on your shoulders, giving him a prettier view and an easier access to your pink pussy. He kissed his cock on your hole before finally penetrating you, making you hiss at the delicious stretch. Diluc was well-endowed. He plunged deeper until the tip of his cock punched the entrance of your cervix, forming a bulge in your stomach.

Grunt. The tightness of your cute cunt almost made Diluc cum. It took all of his will-power to control himself and cute little you did not make it easier for him.

“Master Diluc, please spill all your seeds deep inside me,” you whispered on Diluc’s ears.

Diluc smirked. You asked nicely thus he shall give generously. He started to pound you in slow and shallow thrusts, pleasantly stretching your pussy as he molded your gummy walls to accommodate him.

Diluc watched your jiggling tits, savoured your tight cunt, and hearkened your angelic pleading voice. Soon he got lost in pleasure. He hastened his pace and began to fuck your pussy senseless. Creamy white ring formed around his shaft as he ripped your small hole apart; balls slapping on the flesh of your ass. It was too much. This position made Diluc reach your deepest parts and you could only scream-chant his name like a mantra. Your pussy burned at the continuous friction from Diluc’s long thick cock – your mind long turned mush. Orgasm was coming.

“Master Diluc! S – so good…!”

“You’re cumming, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, please, may I cum? Please, Master Diluc!”

“Hah…! No one’s stopping you from cumming, [your name]. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

Obeying his command, your pussy choked Diluc’s cock as you came. Yet Diluc kept pounding your snug cunt – this time not letting you take a break.

“W – Wait! Master Diluc, please! I’m still sensitive!”

“Just a little more, sweetheart,” Diluc pleaded, chasing his climax. “I’m gonna breed you. Gonna fill you up with my cum. You want that, don’t you?”

You could only babble nonsense. Coherent thoughts poofed away as Diluc kept abusing your oversensitive pussy. His thrusts were getting sloppy; his climax was close. Diluc latched his lips onto yours and snapped his cock deep inside you before spilling generous seeds filling you to the brim. In turn, you came once again at the feeling of hot sperm flowing in your womb. You both indulged in the wet kiss while recovering from your highs, eating each other’s exhales. Instead of pulling out, Diluc kept himself plugged inside your hole.

“Be a good girl and keep it all inside, sweetheart.”

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Session #2 : Kaeya Alberich

“Don’t be shy, angel,” Kaeya cooed as he held your hair away to view your lovely face. “I’m sure Albedo would love to get this data, no?”

You glared up at Kaeya. Albedo clearly instructed to pretend he wasn’t there and Kaeya mentioning your boyfriend made you feel conscious. In fact, you were still discombobulated by Albedo’s peculiar experiment. Still, Albedo insisted you to explore your preferences.

Kaeya leaned his back on the bed board, thighs splayed so you could glorify his erected cock. You, on the other hand, were on all fours. Your ass was hanging high and your wet pussy was displayed prettily.

You tried your best to take the Cavalry Captain deep in your throat but it was your first time giving someone head. Albedo never made you do such things and you weren’t “wild” enough to suggest it. Now as much as you wanted to try giving Kaeya a blowjob, you could only take a few inches of his length.

“Inexperienced, are we?” he asked and you could only hum in response. “Oh, well. Take it easy, angel.”

Kaeya chuckled as he watched your cheeks puff from being stuffed with cock. He didn’t mind if your blowjob was toothy. It simply proved your mouth was virgin. Oh, he delighted in your untainted pussy-mouth! It made want to ravish it more.

“Why don’t you touch yourself, angel?” Kaeya suggested with a sly smile. With a pop, you removed his cock in your mouth.

“As in…?” you bashfully asked. Of course you knew he was saying you should masturbate but it was too embarrassing.

“Touch yourself. Rub your clit. Dig your fingers inside you. I know you’re already wet in anticipation, angel. I bet you want this cock to massacre your cute little cunt. Don’t worry. I’ll play with your pussy. For now, I want to make your mouth feel good.” Kaeya’s voice was low and smooth, effortlessly enchanting you to trail your hand on your stomach down to your glistening cunt. “That’s right, angel… If you cum using your fingers, I’ll be sure to reward you later.”

As you dipped two fingers inside your hole, you simultaneously wrapped your mouth around Kaeya’s head. Deeper. You pushed your digits deeper and plunged your head lower. Kaeya guided you to take him more. The tip of his head touched the back of your throat and you almost gagged. Kaeya groaned in feeling the vibrations of your mouth, chuckling at your cuteness.

Deeper. Slowly but surely, Kaeya helped you get comfortable in his size. You soon found yourself bobbing on your own, taking his length halfway. Your small wet mouth served his veiny cock as you buried your fingers and played with your own clit. You never thought cock would taste delicious.

“That’s it. Good girl, [your name],” Kaeya cooed.

“Mmph…! Khaeyah…,” you moaned in between slurps of Kaeya’s pre-cum. “Your cock tastes so good. Mmph…!”

“Do you want more, angel?”

No words. Your glossy eyes pleaded while your mouth continued to service Kaeya’s glorious dick. He smirked, suddenly pushing your head lower so he is bottomed out. Your groans and cries only made it better for Kaeya as you struggled at the sudden stretch of your throat. He grunted.

“Fuck! Your mouth is just like a pussy, isn’t it, angel? I’m going to make you drink my cum. Don’t waste any drop, yeah?”

Kaeya took control and fucked your mouth like pussy. Each time he lowered your head, he snapped his hips up. You would be lying if you said you did not like the way Kaeya manhandled you. You loved it – the honey dripping from your cunt as evidence. The burning of your throat made your pussy feel cold and empty. Your gummy walls sought to squeeze something bigger and your fingers weren’t satisfying enough.

“Shit…! I’m cumming, angel! Drink it all!”

You and Kaeya came at the same time, moaning blissfully at the release. Your love juice gushed out and trailed down to your knees on the bed. Meanwhile, Kaeya spurted thick cum in your mouth, making your eyes roll back. Once Kaeya was done spilling his seeds, he pulled your head to give you a breather.

“Hah… Were you a good girl, angel? Open up and let me see that pretty mouth of yours.”

You swallowed before showing your small cavern to Kaeya and rolling your tongue out. Of course you were an obedient girl, careful not to spill the tasty cum.

“Heh. Good girl. You deserve a reward, no?” he cooed. “Now face the other way so I can fuck your tight little pussy.”

In a daze, you did as told and turned around so Kaeya can see your plump ass and aching cunt. You slumped your upper body on the bed, leaving your hind hoisted in the air for Kaeya to admire.

Slap! You winced as Kaeya smacked your gelatinous flesh. Slap! Slap! He enjoyed it: hearing you whimpers while watching your big fat butt jiggle with every strike. How bouncy would your ass be as he fucks you from behind? The thought got him hard once more as he would soon find out the answer.

He soothingly caressed your swollen cheeks before wordlessly slamming his full length inside your pussy, bottoming out and flushing his hips on your behind. His balls slapped your puffy clit. Snug velvet walls squeezed his cock as his tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. The vibration from the impact made your hind shake and Kaeya groaned at its sight.

“Damn – this is better than I expected… Angel, your pussy is begging for me, isn’t it? You’re clenching me so hard.”

“Kaeya…!” you cried at the sudden intrusion, glancing behind to see a devilish smirk on Kaeya’s face making your pussy flutter.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you? I bet you always squeeze Albedo’s cock with your tight cunt. Hell, I bet you were the one who came up with this experiment.”

You wanted to protest but Kaeya tightly gripped your hips and began to massacre your cute little cunt, rocking his hips back and forth at an animalistic pace. Erotic whimpers instead escaped your lips at the intensity of Kaeya’s cock stretching your pussy. You buried your face on the pillow to silence your cries.

“Let me hear your voice, angel,” Kaeya demanded as he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up.

The pain of having your head forcefully pulled back was nothing compared to feeling your abused cunt pleasured – your sloshing pussy in lust served as evidence. Your focus was solely on the fast approaching climax and your pussy squeezed oh-so-tight around Kaeya. He knew you were close.

“Hah… Can Albedo fuck you as good as this, huh, angel?”

You ignored the inquiry and gave no coherent answers – only loud moans and wails of pleasure. Your love juices were almost ready to gush out.

And that was when he stopped – erection still inside of you.

“Hah…! Ah…? K – Kaeya…? Why?” you groggily asked, tearing from the sudden loss of pleasure. You wriggled your hips but Kaeya slapped your hind, making you wince.

“Ah, ah… Why did I stop? It’s because someone has been bad. Do you think you still deserve my cock, angel?” Kaeya queried.

“Yes. Yes, please! I’ve been bad? But I’ve always been good, haven’t I?” you pleaded, trying your best not to move. “I want your cock…! Please, Kaeya…! I want to be good!”

“If you want to be good then answer me, angel,” Kaeya stated before languidly thrusting in and out of you again. “Who’s making your pussy feel good right now, angel?”

“Y – You are…! Archons, Kaeya, your cock feels so good! Please fuck me harder!”

“Ahaha… More, angel?”

“Yes, please…! Oh – archons!” you squealed as Kaeya immediately hastened his speed, snapping his hips to and fro in a fast pace.

“Who’s my cockslut, [your name]?”

“I am! I am Kaeya’s cockslut! Kaeya, I’m cumming, please! Please! Please! I want to cum!” you panted like a dog in heat – tongue lolled out as drool streamed from the corned of your lips.

“Good girl,” Kaeya cooed. “Now… Can Albedo fuck you as good as this, huh, angel?”

“N – nngh…! Kaeya…!”

“Well, angel?” Kaeya threatened. You felt his hips losing its speed.

“N – no! No! Archons, Kaeya, your cock is the best! Ah! Kaeya is fucking my pussy so good! Please, Kaeya, please! Don’t stop!”

“Haha…! Let’s try again, angel.”

Kaeya laughed at your cock-drunk response. All for the sake of cumming. With both hands, he gripped you hips tightly and your upper body slumped back on the bed. While poisoning your brain to think of him and his cock alone, he abused your clenching cunt; his balls continuously spanked your puffy clit. Then he stopped again. Whenever he felt your climax nearing, he would stop himself and you would plea. The vicious cycle repeated itself leaving you more desperate to cum – so on edge with pretty tears streaming down your cheeks in frustration.

“Kaeya, why? Please make me cum…! I’ve been good, right? Please…!”

“I know, angel. Since you asked nicely,” he groaned shakily.

This time, Kaeya did not stop and rolled his hips eagerly. His climax was approaching too and your pussy was more than eager to squeeze him dry. With few rough thrusts, both you and Kaeya came, making you squeal at finally being given the freedom of release. Both of you were spurting yet Kaeya kept moving his hips, paying no mind to being overstimulated. You did not mind, so long as you could cum and cum and cum.

“Damn, angel. Your pussy is just too good. Cum for me more.”

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Session #3 : “Childe”

“Childe, sir…,” you groaned. “Ah… This is – this is embarrassing…”

“What? It’s not like your boyfriend haven’t seen your naked body before,” the harbinger guffawed while scissoring two fingers inside your pussy. “I’m doing him a favor, see? This position gives him a niiiice view, don’t you think?”

Both you and Childe were facing Albedo’s way. The harbinger had your back leaning on his toned chest as you sat in front of him. Your knees were clipped and your thighs were spread apart. Yes, Albedo surely had a perfect view of your exposed body; a perfect view to see how Childe fondles your soft breasts and plays your pretty little pussy. Seeing the darkness in Albedo’s eyes intently watching as Childe had his way disturbed you. Yet Albedo insisted you to not worry and to just get wild and focus on your pleasure.

“Aw, you’re creaming so much just from my fingers! How cute,” Childe chortled, digging his fingers deeper to stretch your hole and brushing his thumb on your clit from time to time. He whispered in your ears, “Or maybe…you like seeing Albedo leering at your stuffed pussy?” Albedo did not know what the harbinger told you but judging from the way you gasped, it must be something flustering. “Anyway, let’s give Mister Albedo a show, shall we?”

Childe circled his thumb on your clit before pressing them firmly. He then hooked his digits inside your hole. With the way your body jerked, he was sure he found your g-spot.

“Mister Albedo said you should focus on your pleasure. Then let’s see if I can make you cum, yeah? Let’s not disappoint Mister Albedo now, yeah?”

Childe began to massage your clit and g-spot roughly, stimulating both that sent great jolts of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, screaming from the intensity – the double assault was just two much! The room echoed with Childe’s manic laughter, your love juice’s sloshing sounds, and your erotic cries of pleasure. You struggled to free yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. You wanted to make it stop; to close your legs – but Childe used his other hand to ensure Albedo would see his work.

Your glorious release was so close; you can feel it. But somehow, it was different. It was comparable to cumming but dissimilar.

“You’re tightening around my fingers! Does that mean you’re close?” Childe asked while speeding the process of your release. “Come on, girlie! Cum for daddy!”

Childe’s relentless assault and coaxing words cajoled you to release. Your body shook as fluids gushed out of you like fountain. But you knew it wasn’t cum – it was as if you had squirted your love juice. Seeing how hard you heaved, Childe removed his hand from your womanhood to give you a breather.

“Wow! That’s a lot of cum,” Childe laughed as he watched the wet stains on the bed. You couldn’t respond – your limp body simply leaning on Childe’s lively one. He brought his stained fingers to his mouth and gave it a lick. “Mmh ~ You taste delicious, girlie. Hey, Mister Albedo, invite me over next time you have sex, yeah?”

“Hah… Childe…,” you addressed weakly. Albedo clearly stated to pretend he wasn’t there yet here Childe was, calling out to your boyfriend.

“Hey, girlie. Let’s make you cum again and give Mister Albedo a good show.”

“Wha…?” you stuttered. Childe wasn’t done? “Wait – ! You’re done, aren’t you…? Please, no more…!” you pleaded feebly, eyes heavy from exhaustion. But your cries fell on deaf ears.

“No way! I was just preparing you for the best part. So just relax, yeah?” Childe chortled. He then lifted your light body and shoved the tip of his cock inside your ass. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“W – wrong hole, Childe! Wrong – ahn!” your words were cut short by Childe pushing himself deeper inside you. “Stop, please…!”

“Fuck, girlie! Can’t believe your boyfriend haven’t tried fucking you like this before!” Childe sang as his cock squeezed itself inside your ass hole. “Ah ~ so tight! And it’s all for me!”

Pretty tears ran down your cheeks as Childe bottomed out. It was your first time having something so big stretch your ass hole. It was mind-numbing – quite painful even; yet your pussy got wetter and wetter.

“Aw… Does it hurt? I’ll make it feel good for you,” Childe cooed as he planted a peck on your cheek.

He wiped your tear away with his thumb, whispering praises and affirmations in your ear. He then trailed sweet caresses to your neck down to your chest then finally to your stomach. Surprisingly, the harbinger’s touch was gentle enough to soothe you somehow. You purred, nuzzling your head on the comfort of his shoulders.

“You look so pretty, I could just eat you up,” Childe lowly chuckled, taking his time to spread your love juice before burying two fingers inside your fluttering womanhood. You bit your lips, holding back the moan threatening to escape. “Let me hear your cute voice, girlie. Does it feel good?”

“Y – yes, it feels good,” you breathed as Childe curled his fingers to immediately focus on your spongy spot; his thumb on your clit.

“Let’s make it better.”

Childe wasted no time and began to arouse your sensitive areas, making you toss your head back and squeal out loud. Lewd squelching came from your dirty pussy as the harbinger went ruthless on your womanhood. With Childe’s long and thick cock occupying your behind, your velvet gummy walls felt tighter and Childe could easily press your spongy spot harder.

You couldn’t help but move your hips at the rhythm of Childe’s pulsing fingers. And the more you move, the more you were reminded of the peculiarly delicious stretch of your ass. He had so much control over your body. Too much pleasure. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out as you screamed louder incoherent cries of pleasure.

“Archons – ! Ah! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

You didn’t even have to tell Childe. He knew it from the way you were sucking him inside your holes; from the way you were blabbering non-sense; from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself. In a swift motion, Childe moved his hands away from you, giving Albedo a clear view of how fluids once again gushed out of your pretty little pussy. Childe mused at the new mess your lewd cunt made, clearly amazed and proud of his work.

“What did I tell you? Felt better, yeah?” Childe chortled but you were exhausted to speak. He just chuckled at your weary state.

Childe pecked your cheeks and cooed how you were such a good girl. His hands once again trailed all over your body, giving you feather-light tingly touches. Letting your guard down, you closed your eyes and indulged in the gentle caresses and sweet whispers. You didn’t even realize his hands positioned itself to once again assault your cute little pussy.

“One last time, girlie. Just to make sure Mister Albedo jotted down his notes. ’Sides, I wanted to cum inside you too! I’m gonna paint your ass with my cum and claim it as mine!”

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“My love…,” you spoke weakly, lying limp on your side. “Did you get your data?”

“Mmh. Yes, thank you, my love,” Albedo hummed in satisfaction to which you sighed in relief. “Although I may wish to collect more data in the future.”

You smiled at the thought of Albedo’s fruitful experiment. Contentedly, you closed your eyes as Albedo cleaned you up with warm towel and massaged your sore spots. You were seconds away from drifting to dreamland when Albedo called your name and planted a kiss on your forehead. Drowsily opening your eyes, you saw your lover handing you the potion you were supposed to drink after each session.

“Please drink this, my love.”

Oh, was there another person aside from Childe, Diluc, and Kaeya?

Albedo helped pull you up as you struggled to sit on the bed. You did as told and sleepily drank the potion to rejuvenate your energy. What woke you up was not the effects of the potion but instead Albedo’s uncharacteristically vulgar words.

“Slut. It seems you need to be reminded whose cockwhore you are. Not Childe’s. Not Diluc’s. And definitely not Kaeya’s. Mine. Fucking mine. A discipline is in order, I believe. Now let’s fill you up with MY cum, my cute little cumdump.”

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