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forever-rogue · 1 year

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thank u for feeding my joel brainrot

may i request something a bit angsty where reader gets injured but still lives through it although seeing reader injured and joel having to carry her brought him flashbacks to sarah

AN | Pain! We have some pain - but also a whole lot of fluff! Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“We need to get back,” his gruff voice cut through the fleeting moment of happiness. You knew he was right, and he knew that you knew he was right. You bent down and plucked one of the few blooms that had actually managed to blossom in the barren field. It was a pretty, small thing, purplish blue with soft petals.

You turned around to face Joel again and held the flower out to him, a gentle expression on your face compared to the hard look on his face. After a few beats of silence passed before he took it from your hands, twirling it between his fingers, “Joel-”

“It’s going to be dark soon,” he cut you off, bringing a pout to your face but you nodded in understanding. He studied the expression on your face before sighing heavily, his shoulders sagging with what felt like the weight of the world, “it’s not safe out here. I’d let you stay out here as long as you wanted if -”

“Things were different,” you finished for him and he caught your eye before offering a curt nod. It was a risk being out of the Quarantine Zone in general, and you weren’t lost on the fact that Joel put a lot on the line in order to get out, even if it was just for a few hours. Before you could say anything else, he tenderly tucked the flower behind your ear, his hand going to your jaw as he studied you. Wordlessly he leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek, a mere ghost of a kiss.

“Come on,” it took a moment to shake off the stupor his sweet gesture had thrown you in. It wasn’t that Joel wasn’t kind or loving, he was just…rough around the edges. You couldn’t blame him; you couldn’t blame anyone these days. He’d lost so much more than you had, and had experienced a full life before the outbreak. You were a fair bit younger, hadn’t had the full chance at life yet, and it had been easier for you to adapt. Which felt weird at best to say. He showed his affections differently, but you welcomed them how they came.

He turned around and set off back towards the QZ, leaving behind only the crunching of gravel under his boot. You made quick work of grabbing a few more flowers and gently stuffing them into your backpack before turning to follow him, “Joel?”

He made a sound of acknowledgment but didn’t turn around, expecting you to catch up with him. When he noticed that you weren’t right there, he turned around, hands on his hips accompanied by a heavy sigh, “you better hurry up or I’ll leave you here on your own!”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you flung the backpack over your shoulder before running to catch up to him. You were laughing now and you could see the tiniest of smiles on his face. It was a rare occurrence and you tried to make it come out as possible; he had the loveliest smile, even if he didn’t agree. When you finally caught up to him, you stopped and almost skidded onto the ground, breathless but happy, “you love me too much for that.”

“Whatever you say kid,” you knew him well enough by now to know that tender affection laced his words, “c’mon. It’s probably going to rain on top of it.”

“I like the rain,” you mused as you fell into step with him. He didn’t say anything, but you knew that he was listening intently, “when I was a kid…we had this huge pond right near our house. Whenever it rained all the frogs would come out, and they’d be so loud, especially the bullfrogs. It was like they were singing, in their own froggy way. I used to go out there and sit and listen to them. My mom would always have to drag me inside and insisted I would get a cold from being out in the rain, even though she knew that wasn’t how it worked. I miss that…I miss being able to just do things and not have to worry about anything.”

Joel was silent, but you knew he’d listened to every word you said. Sometimes he wasn’t a man of many words. But you felt him reach for your hand, taking it in his and threading your fingers together. He let out a world-weary, tired sigh, “me too.”

It was silent for a lot of the walk back, but it was a comfortable silence, a lot of understanding flowing between the two of you. It wasn’t until you reached the hill you’d have to climb down to get back that you worried about anything. Climbing up had been one thing, easy, even if it left you breathless. Getting back down seemed like an entirely different challenge.

“You alright?” he noticed your hesitation as you swallowed thickly, but only nodded, “follow after me.”

You watched as Joel tossed his backpack down, before slowly traversing through the uneven ground to get back down. In reality, it wasn’t that huge of a drop, but it still made you nervous. Once he was safely back on the level ground, he waved for you to go. You tossed the backpack down, letting it land next to him. You grabbed onto a thin tree trunk, trying to stabilize your footing before going down.

But fate seemed to have another plan. A very painful plan. As soon as you’d let go of the tree, you went to shuffle down but the uneven soil caused you to slip and start to tumble. It all happened so fast, that it seemed to be over before you knew it and you were on the ground, the air almost knocked from your lungs as you landed on your side.

You knew something was wrong almost immediately as you felt pain shooting up your leg and saw the odd angle it was bent at. A shaky breath escaped your lips, tears already welling up, an involuntary reaction to the pain your body was experiencing.

You whimpered as you tried to move your leg, but Joel was already at your side, hands on your biceps as he helped you to sit up. A look of sheer panic was written all over his face, “oh baby. What happened? What…fuck. Fuck.”

“It hurts,” you cried trying to move so you could inspect the damage. There was a nasty, gnarly looking gash running down your left leg from knee to ankle. Your ankle was already swelling and bruising, and you knew that something was wrong. Your breathing was ragged and you knew that all you needed to do was calm down and everything would be alright, “‘m scared.”

“I know, baby. But it’s okay. I’ve got you, okay? Don’t look at your leg,” he cradled your face in his hands as he turned your face up to his, “just look at me. Look at me, okay?”

“Okay,” big, fat crocodile tears ran down your cheeks and you saw him close his eyes for a moment, trying to collect himself. You could tell he was nervous, and trying to keep it together; one of you had to be calm and strong right and it had to be him. He brushed your tears away before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Joel…”

“Eyes on me,” he repeated as you only managed to nod. He reached into his backpack and grabbed out some of the first aid supplies, which he thankfully always brought, before getting out some antiseptic liquid, clean gauze, and some bandages, “this is going to hurt a little bit, okay? Just hold onto my arm, squeeze as tight as you need to.”

Despite his warning, you were not prepared for the pain that the liquid was going to bring out. It was a deep cut, you could tell from the blood and agony, but fuck. It was extremely painful and you gasped wildly as you clutched onto his upper arm tightly, “it hurts. It hurts, Joel. Please.”

“I know,” he whispered softly, his own voice thick with tears. This was one of his worst nightmares - that something would happen to you, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He’d been through this same situation before and his heart couldn’t handle having to go through it again, especially if something were to happen to you. He quickly wiped away the tears that blurred his vision with the back of his hand. He knew that he’d be all bruised up from where you were holding him, but he didn’t care, “almost done. You’re okay, baby.”

You weren’t able to form any coherent words, only making small sounds of pain as he worked to clean the wound, slapping on some antibiotic spray, and wrapping it up as tightly and securely as possible. The sting and pain slowly started to subside and your breathing slowly started to even out and the next time you looked down, all you could see was white bandaging. You loosened your grip on his arm, still shaky and worried, “i-is it going to be okay?”

“It’ll be okay for now,” he promised, tenderly brushing your rogue locks of hair out of your face, “and it will be okay. I think you’re going to need stitches, but that can be easily done when we get back.”

“Thank you,” before you could think about it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, trembling in his grasp. He held onto you just as tightly, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his breathing, “thank you.”

He held you for a few minutes longer before reluctantly pulling back and standing up. Joel held out his hands towards you, and slowly helped you to your feet - foot - catching you as you stumbled slightly. His frown deepened when he saw you struggling to put any weight on it, “can you walk?”

“No,” you sniffled and the memory of his daughter in the same situation flashed in his mind. This time though, he swore it to himself and to the universe, there would be a different outcome, “‘s bad. It hurts. You have to leave me. Go back and I-I can wait a bit until it gets better.”

“No,” he insisted firmly, leaving absolutely no room for discussion, “I am not leaving you out here on your own. Are you crazy?”

“Joel, I can’t walk!” you tried to keep yourself from panicking, trying not to imagine every horrible thing that could happen, “you have to leave me.”

“I am not leaving you, and that’s final,” he grabbed both of your backpacks and threw them on. He turned to you with a hard look on your face and you knew in that moment that it wasn’t anger or annoyance - it was fear. He was scared, “I’m going to carry you.”

“I-”

“It is not up for discussion,” there was no amusement anywhere on his face as he gently scooped you into his arms, cradling you tightly to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes as you listened to his breathing, the sound of his heart as he started to head back. After a while of silence, both of you on edge for different reasons, he whispered to you, “I’m going to keep you safe. I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

You weren’t sure if he expected a response or even wanted one, but you couldn’t let his words die in silence, “I love you, too.”

He didn’t need to say the words in order for you to know exactly what he meant. You already knew; everything he’d ever done or said told you so.

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You’d fallen asleep at some point, whether from sheer exhaustion or the overwhelming, or a combination of the two, you didn’t know. The last thing you really remembered was coming Joel sneaking back in, extremely careful since he was carrying you. As soon as you’d gotten back to his place, you passed out. But you were home and safe - just like he’d promised.

Your eyes were dry and heavy by the time you opened them up, slowly sitting up as you looked around. It was light outside, but rain was slowly falling outside, gently tapping against the window. You made a small sound as you rubbed at your bleary eyes. You could smell fresh coffee and you knew that Joel was there.

Before you could even call for him, you felt the bed dip at your side. You smiled softly when you found Joel on his knees at your side, eyes nervous and expectant. You laid back down, burrowing into his pillow and inhaling his familiar scent that clung onto the fabric. You reached over and put your hand on his face, stroking your thumb over his cheek, “my hero.”

He scoffed at that but you grabbed his chin and forced him to look back at you, to look into your eyes. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist before, squeezing delicately, “baby.”

“I mean it Joel,” this time you made sure he knew that you were leaving no room for discussion. He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes before you could feel him nod lightly into your touch, “thank you for saving me.”

“As if that was ever a question,” he pulled your hand away, holding it in his before squeezing gently and pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “you had me scared, kid.”

“I had me scared,” you laughed softly, the sound causing his heart to melt slightly, “I’m sorry, Joel.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he insisted, wishing he could find all the words to properly convey how he was feeling. It was so many things all at once, and almost overwhelmed him, “your leg is stitched up but the ankle...it’s not broken, but it's a bad sprain. You’re going to have to take it easy for a while.”

“Ugh. That’s not-”

“For me?” he pulled out the one thing he knew you wouldn’t say no to, “please? Baby.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, causing the smallest of smiles to tug up the corner of his mouth, “will you get me my backpack, please?”

“I don’t think you-”

“Joel,” you pulled out your best puppy dog eyes, the very ones you knew he couldn’t say no to. He grumbled under his breath, the sound laced with affection as he went over to the door to fetch your pack. He set it next to you on the bed before nudging you over so he could sit at your side.”

You unzipped it and quickly reached inside for the flowers you’d collected. Luckily, for some reason, they weren’t terribly squished and you were able to pull them out intact. You bundled them together in your hand before holding them out to Joel.

“What are you doing, huh?”

“They’re for you,” you smiled sweetly, “I picked them for you. Flowers always brighten my day and so do you. Who better to give them to?”

He immediately felt choked up at your kind gesture, slowly taking them from your hand, his fingers brushing over yours. He looked at them before looking back at your eager eyes, a smile, big and genuine, crossing his features. You would do anything to keep that smile on his face. He exhaled softly, taking one of your hands in his and meeting your eyes, “I love you.”

All you could do was match his smile as you tugged on his hand so he would join you on the bed. He gently set the flowers onto the nightstand and climbed in next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. You closed your eyes as you snuggled against him, putting a hand over his. In that moment, there was nowhere else you’d rather have been.

“I love you too, Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #tlou #tlou hbo

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simpforboys · 1 year

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Hellooooo! I’ve binged you Avatar works while I’ve been sick and they’ve been such a comfort 💙

I’d love to request a fluffy Neteyam x Reader where they’ve tried to get pregnant for awhile but nothing has worked so far, but then reader finds out that they’re actually pregnant and breaks the news to Neteyam <3

Also, pregnancy is a kinda dividing topic, so absolutely no pressure to write anything and no hard feelings if you don’t feel comfortable! ☺️

into the light

neteyam sully x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: when the sullys ended up in awa’atlu, you never expected to find yourself mated and pregnant with toruk makto’s son.

warnings: pregnancy, angst, outing of pregnancy, swearing, mentions of smut, soft!neteyam, fluff ending, the parents mad af but they come around, not proof read

aged up!neteyam, don’t like? don’t interact!!

combining this request (from my queen el<3) with this!!

you still remember the way it felt when you locked eyes with neteyam for the first time.

hair pulled back into a high ponytail with the front twisted back, your hair swayed as you heard a commotion with your people.

being the oldest of tsireya and ao’nung, you were at fault for them. so when you saw your siblings in the front, you immediately walked over.

“tsireya, ao’nung, rotxo-“ you scolded, but quickly shut up when you saw the tall male staring directly at you.

your ears fell and a heat rushed into your face, your stomach churning as it felt like electricity between you two.

you and neteyam practically clicked immediately. however, you couldn't exactly come forward about your feelings to your mother as she was not fond of the omatikayas.

the only person who did know about your secret relationship was your best friend, mereyay, after she had seen you and neteyam holding hands on the beach one late afternoon.

the night you and neteyam had decided to become mates was beautiful.

your eyes sparkled under the stars, smile bright as a flower was tucked behind your ears. neteyam smiled down at you, a flustered look on his face as he held his hands in yours. you both sat on your knees in the cove of the ancestors.

"my beautiful girl," neteyam ran his hand down your cheek as you stared up at him in adoration.

you took your queue, looking him in the eyes as you two made tsaheylu. your senses strengthened as your souls intertwined, both your ears faltering as you hugged your mate close to you.

"we are mated for life, ma neteyam."

neteyam cupped your jaw, pulling you towards him as his lips tenderly kissed yours. he hovered over you until your back hit the stone, the ocean calm with waves splashing over by the reef. it was too perfect.

that night you officially became neteyam's, letting him take your body and claiming it as his, much as his was yours.

you had heard stories from the villages for years about how the night you officially mate was when you were to expect a child from eywa, and when you got no signs of pregnancy, it pained your heart.

but neteyam was there with you for every step. and frankly, he didn't mind having your pretty legs wrapped around him.

he could sense your sadness every time the village was welcomed with a child, your baby fever high as all you wanted was to be blessed from the great mother.

and ronal could tell there was something bothering you, but every time she pressed on it, you would dodge the question.

and the day you finally got the signs, your skin glowed and your eyes were filled with happiness. all you had to do was tell neteyam, trying to figure out when it was the best.

you approached mereyay as she helped the children weave baskets.

"'eylan (friend), i have great news."

mereyay looked up at you, nose scrunching as she dismissed the children. you watched as they ran off, thinking that within years that your child would be learning the way of your people.

"what has happened?" mereyay asked. she was a couple inches taller than you, deep blue eyes, with short curly hair she kept tucked behind her ears. her nose was pointed and she had sharp cheekbones, looking as if they could slice anyone. her tribal tattoo circled her left eye, making her look tough.

"i am with child. the great mother has blessed me." you were grinning, your happiness overlooking how her eyes twitched.

"that is wonderful, y/n! does neteyam know?"

"not yet. i want to tell him in a special way."

"i can help you."

"oh, you don't have to-"

"no, really. my best friend is blessed, i want to help!"

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but the plan faltered quickly when your mother's tulkun and her calf were killed by the sky people.

tonowari and ronal were making a speech in the gathering pod, your people doing your war cry as your ears turned down.

you stood next to your mate, trying to hide your fear as your people needed you. but just as tonowari made any speech of war, mereyay stepped forward and silenced the crowd.

your heart pounded in your chest as she looked up at your parents.

"i believe it is best that y/n stay back, considering she is with child."

gasps were heard in the pod as mereyay stared at you, her normally dark eyes even darker as her ears were pointed upwards.

jake grabbed neteyam's shoulder as your lip trembled, the pieces connecting to the omatikayas and your family.

"is this true?" ronal spat at you, her eyes narrowed as she watched you cry.

neteyam looked at you, shock written on his face. you turned towards your mate, ducking your head down.

"it is true. i am pregnant."

you heard your mother hiss as tsireya grabbed your forearm, trying to comfort you. tonowari pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.

"you mated with y/n?" you heard jake's harsh scolding.

"how could you?" you looked up at mereyay.

"i trusted you... i trusted you!" anger ran through your veins as you pointed at her. the woman just shrugged, betrayal going on your face as you sobbed out.

neteyam caught you in his arms, the villagers all staring at mereyay.

"why would you do this to my daughter?" tonowari asked, his voice deep.

"she is a traitor! breeding with a half blood, his siblings aren't even true na'vi!" mereyay hissed.

"that is enough." neytiri hissed back, her eyes wide and full of hatred.

"we will deal with this later. right now, we fight!"

"tonowari, we cannot fight. you must warn the tulkun as they are being hunted!" jake spoke up.

within moments, the villagers scattered as you stood with neteyam in the hut.

"you are with my child?" he asked, placing his hand on your tummy.

"i wanted to tell you in a special way, not like this," you sniffled.

neteyam wiped your tears, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. he was always so loving, so tender.

"i am sorry, ma neteyam." you frowned, putting your head in his chest as he hugged you tight.

"don't be sorry, ma y/n. you are my mate, my past, present, and future. and i am beyond excited for this baby, even if the announcement wasn't as planned."

he joked, making you laugh against him. he always knew what to say, knowing you better than you knew yourself.

"i love you, neteyam."

"i love you nìt’iluke (forever), y/n."

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut @aonungsmate

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delicate-moon-princess · 2 years

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all I want in life is to straddle Henry’s glorious thighs and kiss, lick and bite every inch of his beautiful skin… I also really wanna kiss his lil butt chin 🥹 *sigh*

Love Bite

Summary: It was just a little love bite. Who knew Henry could be so dramatic?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: RPF, mostly fluff with a hint of sexual undertones, kissing, licking, biting, minor cursing at the end, major pouting from Henry, overall playfulness and cute couple moment- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 500ish

Any typos are my own!

A/N: Yesss, I want to nibble on him so bad 🤭

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Henry chuckled as you peppered kisses all over his face. No part of him was safe from your lips. His cheeks, nose, forehead, even his ears. All of him got smooches from you.

And he was loving the affection. Leaning his head back, he sighed as you left sweet little kisses over his chest and neck. You licked at his Adam’s Apple, making him hum. His hands skated their way up your sides, sneaking a feel of your curves as you straddled him.

“You’re awfully loveable.” He observed, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip.

“Don’t you like my kisses? I can stop.” You tilted your head, pulling away with a smirk. His eyes snapped open.

“No! No. I mean it’s nice. Don’t stop.” He grinned up at you, putting on the good boy act so you would continue.

You raised a brow playfully before you dived back into his neck. Henry moaned as you left love bites up his throat. Your tongue wandered along his jawline before you tenderly kissed the cleft in his chin.

You bite your lip. What a cute feature of his. You loved his butt chin. It made you want to…

“Ow! Hey!” Henry yelped when you dug your teeth into his chin.

You pulled back, snickering when you saw his wide eyes. He was flabbergasted as he held his hand to his face. His expression was enough to make you giggle uncontrollably.

“You bit me!” He gasped, watching you laugh at his ‘pain’.

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist.” You chuckled.

“That hurt. You actually bit me.” He huffed as he lowered his hand. A tiny indent of your teeth marked his flesh.

“I didn’t bite you that hard. Love bites like all the rest.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, as he pouted up at you. “I’m sorry.”

Your grumpy puppy was not having it.

“That was not a love bite.” He crossed his arms, and you pressed your lips into a thin line to stop your grin. He was really trying to sell it, huh?

You played along, setting your hands on his arms. “Henry, baby? I’m sorry.”

He didn’t uncross them, still staring at you with those shining baby blues.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, honey.” You cooed, knowing exactly what he was trying to get with those puppy dog eyes.

Grabbing his cheeks, you started smothering him with your kisses again. His pout lifted into a grin immediately after getting what he wanted. His hands came back to rest on your hips as you gave his chin extra attention.

“I’m so, so sorry, my darling.” You gushed as Henry snickered, his eyes crinkling happily.

“You’re not sorry.” He smirked, squeezing your rear end.

You hummed, working on sucking a mark onto his collarbone. “You’re right. I’m not. I’d bite that butt chin again, given another chance.”

“You’ve gone feral.” Henry grunted, shaking his head as you chomped your teeth. He smacked your bum with his hand, making you squeal and start giggling again. He smiled back at you.

“Keep biting me and see what happens. Maybe I’ll leave my teeth marks behind on your cute arse.”

****** Taglist: @sunshine-with-daisy @leigh70 @islacharlotte @lysarria @kebabgirl67 @pandaxnienke @identity2212 @fvckinghenrycavill

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill fandom #anon request

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sillybucket · 10 months

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“The stars shine for you” { Stolas x g/n reader }

Yep , decided to make another little x reader fic with Stolas , cause I just really want him to be happy after all he’s been through ;_; ❣️

As always , I apologize for possible ooc moments , and if someone already wrote about something similar know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring Stolas and the reader celebrating an anniversary by going to see a special event 🌠

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“Oh darling , I’m so glad you made it !”

(Y/n) smiled as Stolas pulled them in a loving embrace , and they let out a gentle chuckle …

He surely seemed excited that day , probably because it was their four months anniversary of being in a relationship : the Prince always remembered those times with an almost scary accuracy , and he also made sure to organize something special each time those occasions arrived .

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel curious about what he had planned this time while walking inside their partner’s mansion …

“Of course , I’d never miss such an important event !

So , what would you like us to do my love ?”

, they asked , following Stolas to the living room .

“Well you see , a very rare event will occur in the human world today : a comet that only appears every ten years will be visible from the Earth’s sky , and since I found a secluded spot where no humans would be able to bother us I thought it would be nice to watch it together …”

He interrupted his enthusiastic explanation to look back at (y/n) .

“Oh - but if by chance you’d prefer to do something else that is completely fine !

I would never want to pressure you into doing anything that you don’t like , so please don’t worry about being truthful with me : as long as I’m with you I’m the happiest demon in Hell , so …”

(Y/n) held his hand in theirs , looking up into his scarlet eyes .

“That sounds amazing , Stolas , I’d love to watch the comet with you .

I can’t believe you planned something so special just for me … you’re a sweetheart .”

The Prince’s concerned expression turned into a bright smile , and he leaned down to give his partner a kiss on the forehead .

“You deserve nothing but wonderful things (y/n) … this is truly the least I could do for the one demon that brought light into my once empty life .”

He looked at them tenderly , before opening a portal in front of the two of them .

“Well then , shall we get going ? I believe we have around three minutes before it begins .”

(Y/n) nodded in response , and they both walked through the portal while still holding hands .

When they walked out they found themselves into a beautiful valley , the night sky above it crystal clear thanks to the absence of any sort of artificial lights .

The two sat next to each other , silently waiting until …

“Woah … !”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as the comet finally made its appearance , shining among the stars in all of its glory …

Time seemed to freeze , stuck into that magical , beautiful moment that no one else in Hell was even aware of .

Stolas gazed at them with a loving expression , placing his hand on their shoulder and holding them close to him .

“Happy anniversary , my starlight .”

, he quietly whispered .

(Y/n) looked back at the Prince , a warm happiness filling their heart as they leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss on his lips .

“Thank you Stolas …”

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Thank you so much for reading this little story until the end ! :D

Feel free to leave some feedback if you want :) ❤️

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #stolas x reader #helluva boss stolas #stolas goetia #helluva stolas

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thebiggerbear · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday - Multi-Character x Reader - 11/15/23

Alright I'm kicking myself in the buttocks because it's taking me so long to complete this project along with updates for three other stories I have open as well before starting to post for my SB story and DW short story (this is how this story came about btw, got too long for the prompt, same with an upcoming Alec short story and Tom short story), but I have two multi-character prompt responses in the works (for the past month I want to say) that have been at the forefront of my brain. It's been a ton of fun, just time consuming, and RL is also kicking me in the behind as well (so I'm sorry, I promise I will update, I'm still working on everything I have listed along with things not listed yet). The following serves as a sampling if you will of what's contained in one or the other:

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Soldier Boy:

Soldier Boy stared you down. “What’s it gonna be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you glanced behind you at a small noise far off down the street. Thankfully, it was an old woman tossing something out onto the pavement, but you couldn’t deny it put you further on edge. You turned back to the Supe whose eyes stayed trained on you. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and readied your response. His lips began to quirk upwards into a smile; he knew what your answer was going to be before you even said the words.

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Beau Arlen:

He nodded and, after a moment, he reached out a hand.

You snorted in disbelief. “Really?”

Beau didn’t say anything, only moved his hand in a come hither motion, holding it out for you to take.

You let out an angry sigh and rolled your eyes, but moved forward to place your hand in his nonetheless. He pulled you to him, framed your face with his hands, and softly kissed you. You refused to kiss him back but ultimately, like always, you lost the battle and gave in, gently grasping one of his wrists as you did. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered to your lips.

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Dean Winchester:

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him. You felt him immediately begin to relax under your touch and only when his lips were completely pliant and moving with yours did you pull back, staring into his green eyes.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

He slid his hand up your back and to your hair, tenderly rubbing the strands between his fingers. “I don’t know. I just… That vamp had you in a hold and it scared the crap out of me when I couldn’t reach you fast enough. What if he had gotten more of a drop on you? What if—”

You gently placed your fingers against his lips, stopping him from finishing that question.

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Jenny Hoyt:

As expected, Jenny was pissed. Poppernak and the other deputies took their assignments and ran, eager to get away from the explosion that was about to happen. Nora even timidly told the blonde she’d see her over by her desk when she was ready before escaping as well. In the time all of this took, the blonde’s glare hadn’t lessened any.

You crossed your arms. “Something on your mind, Hoyt?”

She slowly approached you, leaning in slightly. “I’d like a word,” she growled out menacingly before passing you by.

Your jaw tightened but you spun around and followed her to your office. She held the door open for you and you slipped inside, already turning to face her head on. Beau had warned you that she’d be your toughest opposition when you agreed to take this job on; seeing her ice chips for eyes staring you down right now, Beau didn’t know the half of it.

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Tom Hanniger:

He pulled a knife out of his jacket which made your heart start to pound a little faster but he simply smiled as he also produced a plastic fork. He leaned down and began to cut your chicken into bite size pieces for you. “I, uh, I’ve never made chicken marsala before so I hope it’s alright,” he told you, a shy smile on his face. You marveled how he could go from being the scariest thing you’d seen in your life one minute to being the sweetest and most humble guy you’d ever met in the next. “And I know you’re not a fan of green beans but I didn’t really have anything else.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“I’m okay with green beans,” you quietly assured him.

He dropped his hand and smiled, leaning in to tenderly kiss you.

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Jason Teague:

“Gee, I don’t know,” you teased. “I’m supposed to be meeting this guy I’m seeing for a quick lunch before he has class in about an hour. And I need to swing by my house first, so that might be kind of cutting it close.”

Coach Teague furrowed his brows as he considered your words. “You’re right, that is kind of cutting it close. Any chance that this guy that you’re seeing is good-looking? You know, to make it worth the trouble?”

You pretended to think over it for a moment and then shrugged a shoulder. ”He’s…fairly handsome, I guess.”

His jaw dropped. “Fairly? Really? That’s—” Jason quickly glanced around as you snickered behind your hand. He saw that there were still a couple of students in the hallway. He quietly cleared his throat and Coach Teague was immediately back in place. “Well, be that as it may, I only need a moment of your time and then you’re free to go meet this guy who sounds way more good-looking than you’re giving him credit for.” He ignored your grin and gestured over your shoulder. You turned to see the door to his office. He opened it and held out a hand towards the office in open invitation. “After you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” you quipped. You stepped inside, hearing him mutter under his breath, “fairly handsome” followed by a scoff as you passed right by him. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

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There are a few other characters mixed into these two prompt responses but those aren't ready for sampling yet so to speak. (*hint*: they'll most likely be characters featured on the character portion of the masterlist ;) ) I'm going to try to get these up as soon as I can since I'm almost more than halfway done.

Please let me know what you guys think and which ones you're most looking forward to reading.

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not-to-me · 4 months

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Just Enjoying the View (DW One-Shot)

(Gif is mine)

Fourth Doctor x AFAB!reader | 18+ NO MINORS | I take requests! Actually, I beg for them!

Summary: The Doctor sees you as you’re picking out clothes after a shower.

Warnings: smut, slightly dubious consent at the very beginning (the Doctor being brash), AFAB reader, but only gender indicators referring to genitalia and breasts (wrote this for me and I’m trans masc), my likely lousy attempt at dirty talk, unprotected sex, not the softest not the roughest, slight degradation at one point, I’m not a native speaker either.

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The hot water that cascaded down your body slowed to a stop as you turned off the shower. Walking over to your towel, folded and placed neatly on the counter, you started drying yourself off. You sighed as you became satisfied with your level of dryness, and wrapped the towel around your body.

You exited the steamy bathroom and headed into your room. Now, to find some clothes, you thought. Crossing your room, you headed for your wardrobe, a little walk-in closet. You stood there, sifting through the fabric of your options as you thought about what you wanted to wear. Maybe something that would make the Doctor look at you for an extra second or two… you smiled mischievously at the thought. You fancied him, it was true, but you also knew he was either too uninterested, too daft or too caught up in his own world to notice it. Still, one can try.

You pulled out a cute dress from the rack, one that you always felt sexy in, but then something else caught your eye as well, so you pulled a sleek suit out too and walked over to the mirror to try and see which you’d like most today. You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you held the dress up to your body, then the suit, then switched them back again, musing to yourself. Indecisive, you sighed and closed your eyes momentarily. When you opened them again, however, you made eye contact with a pair of intense blue eyes in the mirror.

The Doctor.

The Doctor was standing behind you, in the doorway. You froze, unsure of what to say as embarrassment flooded your mind at the same speed as thoughts of how long he’d been standing there did. You hadn’t noticed him when you left the bathroom. You opened your mouth to speak as you felt a few seconds of silence too many had passed, but he interrupted you.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the view!” he said, his signature unreadable grin present on his face. He was leaning on the doorframe, hands tucked into his pockets, looking like the epitome of casual. You? Not so much, as you were debating whether to hide away in your bed or chase the tall Time Lord out.

“Doctor… you cant just— why were you just standing there?!” You stuttered out your inquiry, your voice a slightly higher pitch than usual as you turned around to face him. You dropped the hangers with clothes you were holding in favour of clutching your towel tightly and securely to your body.

“Well, my dear, you seemed like you were quite focused on your… choice of attire,” His eyes swept over your body— or were you seeing things— before he continued, “And I thought I’d let you decide, rather than interrupt…” Something told you that was only half the truth as his eyes lingered on your exposed thighs.

“I— I am in a towel!” You exclaimed indignantly, gesturing to your current ‘outfit,’ though you couldn’t help but wonder what those darkening eyes truly meant.

“Yes, I see that…” the Doctor said lowly, beginning to approach slowly, watching for any sign that would tell him to back off, “Do you want to know what I’ve also seen, my dear?”

Your eyes widened at his ominous words. You didn’t know if you truly wanted to know, but you found yourself nodding meekly all the same. The Doctor’s grin grew wider as he closed in on you, and in a move that made your eyes even bigger for an entirely different reason, he reached up and brushed his knuckles against your cheek, caressing you tenderly. Then, his hand moved so the tips of his fingers rested at your temple, not unlike the few times he had helped you sleep using those psychic powers of his. And with that thought, you began connecting the dots. Your face had never been this hot. Yet… some these connections you were making did allude to the idea that the Doctor also wanted you. The very thought made your breath hitch.

“Ah, yes! I probably should have mentioned I’d be able to see some of those little thoughts of yours, before I helped you sleep.” His voice was deepened at the end of his sentence as he gazed at you with a fond expression, his grin having been softened by watching your cute face as you made your realisations.

“Now… the question is,” He trailed his hand down your face, caressing you, and parted your lips with his thumb, “Will you let me reciprocate those desires?”

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, not from fear, but from excitement. Your shaky breath fanned over the Doctor’s thumb when you answered him with a quiet, “Yes.”

The return of his grin was the only warning you got before his hand traversed further down, grabbing your towel and loosening it, taking advantage of your lowered guard, before letting it fall to the floor.

“Doctor!” you exclaimed as you tried to cover yourself, “Haven’t you ever heard of taking things slow?!”

“Hmm, I think not… We’ll have to try it some day!” he said, a teasing tone painting his words as he looked at you like he wanted to take you right then and there. And to be fair, he did. He quickly closed what little distance there was left between you two, grabbing your chin between a finger and a thumb to tilt your head up just enough for him to kiss you.

You felt a surge of desire in your core at his controlling actions, letting yourself melt into the kiss after a quiet, surprised sound. As he moved his slightly chapped lips against yours, his hands both landed on your body, feeling your warm skin under them. Once again, he couldn’t make himself take things slowly, so he deepened the kiss almost immediately, making you gasp by squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. His tongue explored your mouth, and you whined into the kiss, your hands having come up to grip the lapels of his coat. Despite his apparent dominance, you got the feeling he might’ve been out of practice, although he quickly relearned his old tricks.

He began to slowly walk you backwards, toward your twin sized bed. Once the back of your knees hit the mattress, he surprised you by roughly pushing you down, making you fall onto the soft bed. You gasped as you bounced slightly. The Doctor began swiftly taking off his scarf and coat, but made no further move to undress before advancing on you, settling his weight on top of you. He briefly resumed the kiss as he spread your legs with his and found his place between them. Then, he kissed his way down your throat and collarbones, nipping at your skin, until his mouth arrived at the softness of your tits. One big hand came up to squeeze one while his mouth descended on the other, rolling your nipple on his tongue. This turned out to be a good distraction, as he surprised you by running the fingers of his other hand through your wet folds. He groaned.

“Already wet? My, my, have you been neglected?” He mused, mostly to himself, as he continued to mouth at your breasts, leaving hickeys and bites. You only managed to whine in response as he delved a thick finger into your tight hole, working you open. He soon curled his finger, hitting that one special spot, and making you gasp and buck your hips. He started to hone in on that specific spot and all but abused it, wrenching cries and moans from your lips.

Another incarnation of the Doctor would’ve probably taken it one step further and gone down on you, but right then and there, the Doctor knew that he was much too impatient to do so. He would save that for when he wasn’t so ridiculously pent up. So with that thought, he added another finger, stretching you wider yet. His cock twitched in anticipation of your tightness.

The stretch tingled pleasurably and you spread your legs further as he pounded your heat with his fingers. Just when you thought his mere hand couldn’t make you feel any better, his thumb dropped down on your clit. Your hips twitched as you arched your back involuntarily and moaned. You breathing was starting to go quicker and quicker, more irregular, and the Doctor knew you were close to coming from just his hand alone. He grinned and stopped his movements, withdrawing his hand, and leaning back.

You whined at the loss and prepared to make a fuss, but when you opened your eyes, you saw that he had already freed his cock from his pants, which shut you up immediately. He stroked his dick intently as he looked at your wet and swollen cunt.

“Do you want this?” he asked in a low voice, before looking up at your eyes with his own, intense ones. For some reason, his question sent waves of heat throughout your body. Almost as if it solidified the fact that this was happening. So you happily nodded your head.

“Yes! Yes please, Doctor. Please fuck me.” And with that you leant up on your elbows to catch his lips in a chaste, but passionate kiss. He kissed you back, but soon took one of your tits in hand and squeezed, before pushing you down onto the bed once more. You gasped as you felt his cockhead at your entrance before the Doctor began teasing you by thrusting through your wet folds. He groaned at the feeling, but you whined and threw your head back against the pillow, craving more. He chuckled at your impatience. If he was any less impatient himself, he might have teased you further, but he needed to feel your walls around him soon.

Suddenly and without warning, he thrust inside you, giving you little time to get used to his considerable size. You practically cried out at the intrusion, though you quickly welcomed it with a moan. You were thankful he’d taken the time to prepare you, even just a little bit.

He drew in a sharp breath, and couldn’t help but buck his hips, sinking all the way inside your welcoming warmth.

“Ah, fuck… better than I imagined,” he said, pleasure tinting his voice. You could only clench tighter around him as you registered just what his words implied.

“And I can imagine quite a bit, my dear,” he said with a grin.

“Are you thinking about it? Me getting off to your image…” He chuckled breathlessly, then continued, “No, of course you aren’t. Fucked you dumb already, haven’t I?” He punctuated with a harsher thrust than the previous ones, making you squeal as you dug your nails into his back. You proved him right by only moaning and nodding weakly in response to his mostly rhetorical question.

Your moans and whimpers picked up in time with the rhythm of his hips. His thrusts had started out slow and deep, letting you really feel it every time he bottomed out, but then he started growing impatient with his pace.

His hips picked up speed, and soon he was hammering his cock into you, fucking you fast with no mercy. He grunted with the effort, his hands running over your body heavily. You were in ecstasy. You gripped his brown curls, needing something to hold onto during this onslaught.

“Doct—ah!” you moaned his name, not knowing many other words at this point. His name was followed by a series of whines and sobs, making him almost chuckle.

“Ohh… Is it too much? I know it’s a lot, I know,” He said to you in a condescending tone. Instead of giving you a chance to breathe, his hand slid down to your core and he began pleasuring your clit.

“Just keep taking it.”

You were overwhelmed with pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks, but still you pleaded with him for more. More of his cock inside you, more stimulation on your clit, more of his voice. You needed him and he provided.

The Doctor’s usually fluffy curls were damp with sweat, but they still bounced in tact with his hip movements. He looked so debauched, even still practically fully dressed. As you looked up at him with a fucked out expression, he admired your features. Your glazed over eyes and your moans and gasps. And your body, that he had dreamt of being underneath his, now tensing up.

You could feel your peak approaching fast. Your hand, still rooted in his hair, tightened its grip in anticipation of your coming high. The Doctor growled in response, quickly snatching your wrist and pinning it over your head, and your other wrist soon followed. He didn’t miss the extra pathetic yelp that escaped you, and his ministrations only increased in their roughness.

“I can tell you’re close… Do you want to cum for me? Yeah?” He asked his hips stuttering, alluding to his own impending high. You could only nod and gabble incoherent words. And had the Doctor been a more patient person, he might have made you wait til you could reply coherently, just for his own personal enjoyment. But his fourth incarnation was impatient more often than not, playing to your favour as you shook with pleasure.

“Cum for me… there you go. Fuck…” He squeezed your wrists tight for a second before letting them go, indicating you were to keep them where they were. You gripped the headboard as it all became too much and your climax washed over you, rendering you completely helpless against the searing ecstasy. Your scream could probably be heard throughout most of the vast TARDIS.

Before you could even begin to think properly, you felt the Doctor’s cock twitch inside your clenching cunt. He groaned as he spilled into your wet heat, and his hips rutted into you shallowly. You happily milked him of his seed. He dipped his head down to kiss your neck before burying his face, riding out his high. Eventually, he stilled his movements with a sigh.

After a few seconds of panting between the two of you, you let your arms fall around him, petting his hair and embracing him. He seemed to like that, nuzzling further into your neck. His weight on top of you was comforting nod you smiled dazedly to yourself. Then the Doctor popped up his head, looking at you with half lidded eyes.

“I bet you’ll need another shower now… and before you ask, yes, I would like to join you.” He grinned that signature grin. You only chuckled at him, but then you agreed nonetheless.

You wouldn’t mind some more intimacy with your Doctor.

#fourth doctor x reader #the doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #x reader #fourth doctor smut #Doctor who smut #smut #my fic

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coffeecakefanfics · 4 months

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Home with You ~ Astarion Smut/ F!reader

Summary: Basically, just the grave scene inspired by In A Week by Hozier.

Warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), PiV, mild fluff.

*I haven't written smut in probably three years so bear with me being rusty lol.*

Also the biggest of thank you's goes to celestialoutsider for beta reading and editing for me <3

The moonbeams that danced between the branches illuminated the cold stone in front of Astarion and (Y/n). His name etched into the stone was still covered in a thin layer of dirt, but for the first time his grave was adorned with a single flower. A gentle, loving hand had placed it there. So many emotions swirled through the pale elf’s mind at the gesture. The one that stuck out to him the most was the one that sent warmth through his chest, if he thought about it for more than a second, he might have recognized it as a mix of love and gratitude.

“I have a gift for you” the voice next to him drew his gaze to her face. We watched with curiosity as she untied the small bag of holding from her side and rummaged inside. “Ah there it is!” she beamed as her fingers finally grazed what she was looking for. The dark red liquid splashed against the glass. Astarion cracked a smile and gingerly took the bottle from his lover.

“This looks expensive,” He commented, turning the bottle over in his hands. The gold lettering shimmered in the moonlight, and the wine inside looked deep and rich.

“It was,” (Y/n) bit back a smile, “But I thought it was worth it. I was saving it for when we finally got these worms out of our heads,” she took the bottle from him and popped it open. The sweet smell went straight to his taste buds, saliva gathering in his mouth. It had been so long without a good wine.

“This however feels like a much better occasion to celebrate,” She smiled at him, and held the bottle out to him. With a bowed thank you he took a sip. Gods it would have paired so nicely with a creamy cheese or tender steak. It was in fact rich, and sweet, it was a wonderful change from the vinegar they had at the grove party.

“That really must have cost a fortune,” he smiled and took another sip before passing it off to her.

“I’d argue that your taste is the reason it was so expensive,” she smirked and took a sip. Astarion laid a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“I can’t say you’re wrong, but it still hurts,” his grin was spreading wider.

The pair sat and drank over half of the bottle before the giggling started. It was a wonderful change of pace from the fighting for their lives. Here, under the moon, wrapped in the warmth of a good wine it was just the two of them, safe and happy. The emotions swirled in his head now, everything else was clouded by the woman sitting next to him giggling over a dumb joke that he couldn’t bother to remember. It was loud and unbothered, followed by a sush and giggles from him. The smile on his face never faltered. His ruby eyes took in (Y/n) fully, how she threw her head back when she laughed, how her eyes softened and pupils blew wide at the sight of him, how the wine had flushed her cheeks, how the sight of him made his undead heart leap.

“You’re perfect.” the words had slipped out. (Y/n) pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing more.

“Well, you’re amazing,” she smiled at him, scooting closer to him till their knees touched. His nails scraped against the side of her scalp gently as he pushed her hair away from her face. Her own eyes took him in now. His face softened as she scanned his features.

“Thank you,” his voice was hushed so that only she could hear the words spilling from wine touched lips, “for everything. You’ve given me a second chance at life, and I want to live it with you at my side.”

She placed her hand over the one holding her head, the other finding its way onto his chest, right over his heart. “I’m here with you, for as long as you want me,” she spoke tenderly.

He captured her lips in a gentle kiss in response. They moved as one, perfectly in tandem. He slid his body over hers, laying them down onto the damp grass of the cemetery. She sighed into his mouth as his leg slid up to spread her legs in order to rest between them. (Y/n)’s hands slid into his silver curls tugging him impossibly closer, earning her own groan from the man above her. He leaned his weight onto one elbow and used the other to cradle her face in his hand. He held her so gently, like she would spook and run away from him still. After what felt like forever they parted for air, moving back just far enough to look each other in the eyes. Their chests heaved, eyes were blown wide, lips wet and swollen, and smiles plastered wide across their faces.

(Y/n) tugged his tunic off of him, running her hands down his torso after he was free from the garment. Her fingers were so warm against his cold skin. They ignited a fire in his belly as they softly roamed the expanse of his chest down his belly and toyed with the band of his pants. He pressed his lips to hers again as her hands continued to explore his body. Her lips danced across his throat and up the edge of his ear, biting gently causing a moan to fall from him.

“What a tease,” he said through a grin.

“I learned from the best,” she breathed with a matching wide smile. Her fingertips ran up his sides and over his shoulders using the position of her arms to tug him down to her. His desire for her pressed down onto her clothed heat, earning a small sound from them both. Their restraint was chipping away at every roll of their hips against each other. Astarion slid his own hand up (Y/n)’s shirt, he pulled away from her embrace to remove it from her body.

“Look at you,” he let his eyes rake over her frame hungirly. It was his turn to explore her body. He pressed soft kisses to the sides of her jaw and down her neck, sucking over her pulse and nipping at the faded spot he feeds from, and she moaned in response. Gods how he wanted to drink from her, to feel her blood coursing through his veins, becoming one in a different way for a little while.

Another time he thought to himself, dragging his lips across her collar bones and down the valley of her breasts. His fingers were ice against her perked nipples. A gasp left her lips as her chest arched into his touch. Astarion smirked at how responsive she was to him already. His mouth found her other nipple causing another moan to tumble out of her mouth. He took his time toying with each breast before kissing his way down to her waistband. His lips followed behind the garment kissing down her right leg and crawled back up her left leg after discarding it into the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful my love,” his voice was low and Desperate. His eyes looked so dark and hungry, the sight above her made (Y/n) shudder with anticipation. His fingers traced the tops of her thighs, teasing. “You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” she couldn’t tell if he was begging or wanting her to beg but she nodded her head furiously either way.

“Please Star,” her voice was soft and dripping with a need that made his cock impossibly harder in his pants. “Please touch me, I need to feel you,” she begged. How could he say no to such a pretty thing? He found his way down to meet her sex. The sight of her dripping for him had him licking his lips before spreading her and licking a wide strip from her entrance to her clit. (Y/n) threw her head back and loosed a loud, lewd moan. The feeling of his mouth on her finally aiding in the burning desire that had been dancing in her belly since he laid her in the grass. The sounds she was making as Astarion circled her clit were music to his pointy ears. The way she was gripping his hair and grinding onto his tongue made his head swim.

Astarion pulled away from her heat for a moment, earning him a whine. He licked her essence from his lips and leaned against her left leg, using his middle finger to toy with her entrance. Her moans filled the air again as she ground against him. “Come on sweet thing, I know you can use that pretty voice to ask” he teased. She whined in response but managed to find her voice.

“Please make me feel good. Want it so bad,” her hips rolled as his fingers brushed her clit. “I can take it Star, please,” her voice cracked slightly. He bit his lip at her honeyed words, his fang slightly dug into the skin. His own need was growing unbearable at this point, and maybe he felt a little guilty at ripping her from the edge. He slid his finger into her. Thank yous tumbled out of her lips, more sweet music as he added another. His dexterity quickly brought her back up to that peak. Astarion growled and brought his lips back to her clit. With a loud moan she snapped, white hot pleasure surged through her body as she gushed on his fingers and mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, working her through the pleasure. He gently ran his hands up and down her thighs, coaxing her back to him. She looked so beautiful fucked out below him. Her hair splayed messily around her like a halo, her cheeks ever flushed, and her lips parted as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.

“Can you give me another sweet girl?” he asked tenderly. She simply nodded at him with hooded eyes and croaked a “Yes.” Her throat was raw from the moans that had ripped through it. He moaned at the feeling of his cock finally being let free of his pants. (Y/n) licked her lips at the sight of him kneeled over her. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with her entrance. He let his head and eyes roll back and he sunk into her, relishing in how warm and wet she was for him.

“Is this all for me darling?” he asked, pulling his hips back.

“It’s all for you, always” Her mewls fed his ego. He held the backs of her knees holding her legs open as he thrust back into her. The snap of his hips had her crying out in pleasure and rolling her head to the side. Throwing all caution to the wind he didn’t hold back his moans, letting her know just how much he was enjoying himself.

She was surrounding him, her cunt, her smell, her touch as her hands gripped his shoulders. He felt her flutter around him. The way she was squeezing him was enough to make his thrusts falter. He released her legs and wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into him, the last bit of self-control he had gone. He laid his head on her shoulder breathing in her scent. “You’re gonna make me cum,” his voice was no more than a whimper.

“Please, with me” was all she managed to let slip before he gave her a particularly deep thrust, spilling ropes of his cum in her. Her own orgasm hit her right after, causing her walls to flutter and her legs to squeeze his hips. They lay there tangled together catching their breaths for a minute before he pulled out and laid on the soft grass next to (Y/n). She turned onto her side and brushed a curl that had fallen out of his face. She gave him a tired smile. He found her hand and pressed a kiss onto her palm. This felt right to him, laying with her, loving her. He decided that he could die there again and die happy. He didn’t care if they found them decomposing under the wisteria tree, he was with her. He was where he belonged. He was home.

#astarion ancunin #astarion smut #x reader #bg3 astarion #f!tav #f!reader

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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*knocks on your door* *you open the door*

Ahem um, Hi there friend! *twiddles thumbs awkwardly* I wanted to submit a request, so here it goes… reader’s anxiety is making them feel really badly about themselves and they’re in need of a little reassurance. Queue Marc Spector (maybe a sprinkle of the other boys?)

*bows* thank you lovey, and please take your time; there’s no rush!

Title: Everything and More

Pairing: Moon Knight System x Gender-neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: As stated above!

Warnings: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Self-Doubt, Crying, Hugs

A/N: I know you said a sprinkle of the other boys but the boys are too caring and will be there for you immediately and always <3 hope this is to your liking!

It had crept up on you silently.

The bright and fun days you had been enjoying had been dragged into murky dense fog you struggled to see past. You hated how it hampered the things you enjoyed, how it strung the life out of you leaving you tired all day, and how you second-guessed every little thing you did. It was exhausting feeling bad about yourself and not knowing how to even fix that feeling. So you kept it down as best you could, trying to not disturb your boys and burden them with anything extra.

You barely lasted a week before it all finally hit you.

The night had echoed on quietly for hours, as most of the residents had fallen asleep; including Steven. You were restless, unable to let your mind sit, and soon you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into your insecurities until your heart couldn’t take it anymore. The tears started flowing before you could stop them, silent cries leaving you as you tried to muffle your noises.

“Cariño?” Jake’s groggy voice drawled from behind you, your sobs growing louder as you wrapped your arms around yourself. You barely registered the bed dipping, Jake shifting himself to sit up a bit before his hand pressed flat to your back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, tugging you into his gently into his chest, “I have you,” he assured, arms squeezing you light, stroking gently over your hair. You want to apologize, not wanting to cry your heart out like this but you were too inconsolable to stop. He held you close, softly shushing and reassuring you that it was all okay. Minutes passed, and your sobs slowly died down to sniffles, you began to scoot away.

“You don’t have to move.”

“Are you sure?” you winced at how unsteady your voice sounded.

“Absolutely. Let me hold you, sweetheart.” he smiled tenderly, bumping his nose against yours; your eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You nod, resting your head back against his chest; your eyes closing as tiredness finally washed over you and you drifted off to his heartbeat.

By the time you awoke, there were no longer any arms around you; the blankets tucked around you. You rubbed your eyes, cursing softly at how dry they felt as you kicked your feet off the edge of the bed. A sweet aroma fills your senses, driving you to get up fully and wander through the flat. Faint cursing echoed softly from the kitchen and you caught your boyfriend, already dressed for work, scrambling around the stovetop. You watch as he works, methodically, happily humming and murmuring to himself. You shift quietly, not wanting to disturb his flow but the chair creaks as you pull it out.

“Ah, good morning, love!” he turned, greeting you with his usual bright smile.

“Good morning Steven, what are you doing making breakfast?” you question, only because most of the time he wasn’t awake enough to make himself a decent breakfast.

“I thought I’d make you your favorite pancakes! Though it was meant for you to enjoy in bed,” he chuckled, as he tossed the finished ones onto a plate.

“It’s okay, thank you for making me breakfast,”

“Of course.”

“Also, I hope you don’t mind,” he began, pausing to put more fresh pancakes down on the plate before looking at you, “ I did call in for work for you– Jake told me you had a rough night and we thought you might need a little break away.” he finished explaining, his eyes filled with concerned. You take a moment to digest his words, a small warmth filling your chest at the sweet consideration of your boyfriends.

“No I don’t mind at all,” you smile softly, watching how his worried expression soften and he perked up a bit.

“Great, now it is still pretty hot so be careful,” he warns, setting the plate down in front of you. He hands you a fork right after, watching happily as you took your first bite, and sighed.

“You like?”

“Yeah, you absolutely nailed them,” Steven’s grin widens as you take another bite.

“Great let me finish mine and I can join you,” he hums, pouring the rest of the batter as he gets his own plate ready.

Breakfast went better than you expected, even with the lingering feelings still resting over you. You could tell on it was lingering at the cusps of his lips, at the tip of his tongue; the what’s wrong and how he could help, things you didn’t have answers for. Luckly, he chose not to, talking excitedly about his recent “group of wonders” the museum had gotten. Listening carefully, you nodded and discussed until your eyes caught track of the time.

“Baby.”

“Hm?” he cocked his head to the side.

“You have work in 30.” you state, pointing towards the little clock.

“Oh bollocks, lost track of time,” he scarfed down the last bit of his food before grabbing your plate and his, placing them in the kitchen sink “I’ll clean these later, and you promise to take it easy today, okay?” he states as he fumbles to pick up his bag and his phone.

“I promise. I love you,” you hum, kissing his cheek as he passes by; to which he stops and kisses your own.

“Love you too, laters gators!” he exclaims, waving as he exits the door. Part of you feels a bit better but everything was still off. So you climbed back into the bed, scrolling aimlessly onto your phone till you accidentally drifted back out.

You begin to stir at the sound of the door unlocking, lifting your head up enough to see your boyfriend enter; which is strange because there’s still light out. You stretch a small bit, slowly waking up the rest of your limbs as you turn to check time– it wasn’t even 3 yet.

“Steven,” you called out, rubbing the rest of the sleep from your eyes. Once they adjust, you get a better look at him, watching him set down Steven’s bag and walk toward the edge of the bed.

“Marc, did Steven have a rough day?”

“No, no, he called in for a half day when he realized you were still having a rough time,” he answered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh.”

“And I asked to front because I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you answer again, mentally shaking your head at how aloof you sounded, “um, yeah sure.”

“I mean we don’t have to yet, if you don’t want to,” he waved his hand around candidly, “or if you want to talk to the other two instead,” he trailed off shyly, looking down at his feet.

“No!” you scream, startling the both of you. “Sorry, I just don’t know how good I’ll be at talking; I haven’t really figured out why I’m feeling like this.”

“That’s fine, baby, and I completely understand that,” the bed dips as he sits beside you, staring at you with gentle eyes. His hand inches closer, fingers tracing over the back of your hand as he looks at you for permission; with a nods he takes it, squeezing assuringly.

“It’s been tough… it feels like there’s a cloud over everything I do,” you mumble out.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you guys and I hoped it would just burn itself off,” you sigh, tapping gently against his palm.

“I just haven’t been feeling like myself,” you admit finally, your heart pounding in your chest, “like I just don’t think I’m worth all the hassle.” the confession makes everything inside hurt; the words you refused to acknowledge finally set free.

“What hassle?” he asks, so genuine you feel like you’ve said something wrong and you look away. His hand gently settles on your shoulder and when your eyes meet again, his eyebrows softening as.

“I’ve been feeling so underserving of everything— and I don’t know why, just I guess my brain being funky,”

“I understand that, but you know,” he leans in pressing his forehead to yours; noses bumping together, “you are the most deserving person out there right? You’re amazing, sweet, and caring and there’s never been a single thing that’s made us think otherwise. You’re deserving of everything we give you and even more because you’re an absolutely wonderful human being.” he articulates and you can’t stop your eyes from watering. The closeness, his warm breath fanning over your face feels so sincere you almost don’t want to believe it.

“We promise you don’t have to deal with it alone. We’re always gonna be here for you, okay? We love you, we care about you and we want to help you the best we can even if it’s just getting little smiles out of you,” he nuzzles his nose against yours, a small smile breaking out over your lips. You let out a watery chuckle, Marc’s chasing after yours as he pulls you into his chest; kissing the top of your head. The tears fall freely this time, not filled with pain or sadness but with a sense of joy– at ease.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime baby,” he hums, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of your head. You hold onto him dearly, sniffling softly as he rubs over your back; loved and protected.

Happy your boys would always be there for you.

#marc spector imagine #marc spector fic #marc spector fluff #moon knight imagine #moon knight fic #marc spector x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector x gender netural!reader #moon knight x gn!reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #rct fic

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potofstewie · 2 years

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Ask Again

The Low Down: A love story about a question that takes many forms but is always asked.

Word Count: 637

Pairing: Rengoku x Reader

The things to know: Reader uses she/her, fluff, slight angst, reader playfully insults

A/N: Aight, so this has been sitting in my head for like two days straight until I woke up in a cold sweat to write a really rough draft in my phone at 4am. However I'm glad that this is finally freed from the shackles of my mind.

“What?!” She yelled, eyes wide in bewilderment. The little boy gave a wide grin, a tooth missing on both rows of teeth.

“Since my little brother was born I came up with the perfect idea! Let’s be mommy and daddy together!” He stated again in his high pitched voice, chest puffing with pride.

“Kyojuro, you idiot! No way!” She balled up her small fist and lightly hit his shoulder as her cheeks began to heat. “You can ask me that when you become a demon slayer!” She countered before running off in embarrassment, leaving a love struck Kyojuro behind.

“I’m sorry, repeat that?” She gave a dry chuckle as she watched the living embodiment of the sun cross his arms, flaming eyes drinking in her dumbfounded expression.

“When I-“ A voice crack made itself known to the two youngsters causing the male to clear his throat, a giggle leaving the other’s lips. “When I pass the test and become a full fledged demon slayer, will you be mine?” He repeated, the blush on his face growing darker. The girl rubbed her cheek as heat rushed to it, her palms becoming clammy.

“A-ask me again when you become a pillar.” She said bluntly before giving him a quick hug. “Good luck on the test and don’t die, you idiot.” She said in haste before running off into the comfort of her house, leaving behind a male who’s heart could leap out of his chest at any moment.

“A special date?” She asked, arms crossed as she looked at the flame pillar in amusement. He pulled her closer by the waist, hands seeping warmth through her kimono.

“Yes! There’s a perfect picnic spot I know of and we haven’t spent time together in a while. It’s also a great place to ask you something important!” He said enthusiastically, hungry for a response. But she knew exactly what he implied. He’s asked it numerous times before, all in different variations.

“We’ll go after your train ride and then you can ask me your, oh so important question.” She said slyly, causing a hearty chuckle to erupt from the pillar. Before she could give another remark, his warm lips met with hers. Large hands snaked up to the sides of her neck, thumbs caressing her cheeks. A soft sigh flew from her nose as he gently tilted her head to the side, allowing for a deeper kiss. Delicate hands rested upon his wrists as he pulled away, a few inches of space between the lovers.

“Come back to me and don’t do anything stupid, promise?” She asked, earning a soft smile from her beloved.

“I’d do nothing else, my flame.” He said softly before placing a kiss on her forehead before leaving a lovesick woman behind.

“You were right, Kyojuro. This place really is perfect.” She said as she gently ran her fingers through her lover’s hair who rested his head upon her lap. Cherry blossoms twirled and danced in the air among the two beings as she gently rubbed her thumb over the bandages that found a home on his forehead. He gazed at her softly with a single eye, the other hidden behind taped gauze.

“..Should I ask you that question again? I know I’ve asked it for years, but allow me to ask it just once more.” He smiled up at her as she giggled.

“I’ll give you a proper answer this time ‘round.” She said, cupping her partner’s cheek tenderly.

“Y/n, will you m-” The words that he held onto in his heart for what felt like an eternity were cut short by a quick yet loving kiss.

She laughed as she watched a flustered expression take over his face, the noise sounding of silver bells to the man’s reddened ears.

“Of course I will, idiot.”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2022

#rengoku x y/n #rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny rengoku #rengoku fluff #original stew

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i-did-not-mean-to · 7 months

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Soft Cuddles

Today is my wedding day, yes, really.

Whatever, here is today's Novemberstory because I am nothing if not obsessive <3

Characters: Glorfindel and a whole lot of other people

Words: 1 655

Warnings: many cuddles, little sad, cultural differences

Glorfindel had learned a good many things that others could never even imagine—he had wrestled a Balrog, he had known death and re-embodiment, and he had met the mighty Valar after the Great Sundering of the Doom of the Ñoldor.

Dark and terrible were many of his experiences and haunted his wisdom, but—on some days—he considered them a welcome price to pay for the immeasurably beautiful pieces of knowledge that were his own.

“Come here,” he whispered and slung his arms around Erestor who was in a particularly foul mood on this misty morning.

As soon as the solid warmth of his strong body seeped into the tender flesh and delicate bones of his lover, Glorfindel felt him relax against his chest and released a shivering, relieved sigh of his own.

“How did you—” Erestor murmured, ashamed now of a need he did not share with most of his peers.

“I once had the honour of watching over Eärendil,” the golden-haired revenant explained in soothing accents. “I myself was raised in a gaggle of elflings—kin and friends—and we grew too fast and were too carefree in our blessed serenity to ever cling to our parents overmuch.”

Picking his temperamental colleague up, Glorfindel carried him over to a window to cradle him on his lap while whispering his most precious confessions into his perfectly shaped ear.

“Eärendil was the first child I had seen in a long time, and he was different. He yearned to be held, carried, hugged, and Eru knows, I was eager and happy to comply. I seem to recall now that there must have been days when I did not set the boy down for a single moment—I’d even hide from his parents just so they could not snatch him away from me.” He gave a heavy sigh of regret and longing at the bittersweet memory of the soft hair and pealing laughter of his little protégé.

“Those were different times, and the safety of the Hidden Kingdom was a fraught, ever-threatened dream,” he went on in a voice that grew increasingly hollow with pain.

“Later, oh so much later, I came here to find that Elrond—my very own darling prince’s son—harboured much the same needs and desires as his father, and so did his children in turn.”

“Glorfindel,” Erestor gasped. “Are you telling me that you sneak around hugging not only children but grown Elves? Our Lord? His formidable sons? His noble daughter?”

Shrugging sheepishly, Glorfindel adjusted his hold on Erestor’s frame and settled his chin against the crown of his dark-haired head tenderly.

“I have the arms for that,” he said, a hint of insecurity and guilt sneaking into his tone. “You cannot imagine the relief and the joy I’ve drawn from the knowledge that the strong build that makes me an excellent fighter also allows me to offer comforting embraces. We all need redemption sometimes.”

“You are indeed very good at this,” Erestor mumbled sleepily. “I feel unafraid and soothed by the way you hold me tight. Maybe, we should make this a generally accepted behaviour, so you don’t have to do it in secret, and I don’t have to feel so embarrassed about enjoying hugs so much?”

“That is a stellar idea,” Glorfindel replied and smiled blissfully at the empty room.

“Safe travels!” Elladan and Elrohir stood at the gates, smiling brightly at Glorfindel as he led his horse by the reins.

“Erestor will be insufferable,” Arwen groaned, her beautiful face puckered with dread. “He always is when you’re away.”

Leaning closer to her until his cheek touched hers ever so lightly, Glorfindel whispered into her ear that she should try hugging him every now and then.

“Does he not smell like dust and death?” Elrohir joked but regained his composure immediately when a hard, unamused glare hit him.

Smiling wickedly, Arwen seemed to consider that new-found piece of information for a moment and then nodded slowly.

“Yes,” she said, “that, I can do. I remember quite well how you used to rock me in your arms, singing songs that were highly inappropriate but eminently entertaining for an elfling such as I was.”

“Don’t let your father hear you,” Glorfindel squeaked, and—sweeping the tall, graceful lady into his arms—he threw her into the air until she was breathless with laughter.

“You,” she wheezed, “are one of my best childhood memories.”

“And ours,” the twins added; they were checking Glorfindel’s pack and saddle like they always had, and he gave them the same serious, grateful smile they remembered from the time when he still had had to hold them aloft so they could tug at various straps and nod ponderously.

“Your childhood,” he replied as he hoisted himself onto the back of his trusty steed, “is one of my most cherished recollections as well. Be kind to Erestor, and I shall be back before you even have time to miss me.”

As he looked back at the proud descendants of his dearly missed Eärendil, his heart was full, and he whistled a wistful song as he rode out to honour a promise he had once given.

“Welcome to our—my father’s realm,” Legolas laughed, scratching his head sheepishly.

“Have you been back long?” Glorfindel asked, interested, and beamed when a burly, stout frame moved into view.

“The Lord of the Glittering Caves,” he exclaimed, genuinely happy to find Gimli in good health; they had conversed but very briefly before the Council in Imladris, but Glorfindel had listened to his tales with rapt interest.

At that time, he had also been invited to visit the Greenwood Realm—after the threatening shadow had been vanquished—and Glorfindel had ever been one to honour the word he had given.

The trees were different here, he thought, dark, old, and—if he was not very much mistaken—as ill-tempered as his very own lover could be at times.

“I shall have a small repast brought up,” Legolas cheered, excited to share the much-doubted and abnegated hospitality of his native kingdom with honoured guests.

Waiting in relaxed expectation, Glorfindel soon found out that Lord Gimli had as many questions about the Elven folk—he apparently only believed half of what Legolas told him on pure principle—as Glorfindel had about the elusive Khâzad.

“Are you all as stuffy as his father?” Gimli asked, jabbing a well-spiced drumstick forcefully into the quiet, fragrant night air. “I know my friend here is quite a jokester, but is the average Elf more like King Thranduil or more like Legolas?”

Glorfindel’s eyes grew round with surprise, and he cocked his head—making the small, festive bells braided into his hair jingle—and gave the matter some thought before answering.

“As you can clearly see,” he said, giving his hair another merry toss, “not all of us are very stern and dignified. As for the average elf—”

He fell silent and shuddered. “There—thankfully—is no such thing. I would say that King Thranduil can, at times, be the most formal and pompous of those who remain, but, then again, most of the High Lords and Ladies are undoubtedly very impressive.”

“Legolas—”

“Has time to become all that,” Glorfindel interrupted kindly. “At the same time, I’ve lived a very long time, and it has never happened for me, so don’t take my word for it.”

As the evening progressed, and the wine flowed, Glorfindel was soon overcome by a flood of longing when he thought of his loved ones in Imladris.

“Is he sad? Will he die now?” Gimli asked Legolas in a slightly alarmed tone.

“No,” Legolas laughed. “I dare say Lord Glorfindel is homesick.”

“Aren’t you pointy-eared tree-huggers always melancholy and yearning for some lost place?” Gimli commented dryly, scratching his beard and setting aside the wetting stone he had been passing over his axe in practised, regular movements.

“Can we help, Lord Glorfindel?” Legolas then inquired politely, ready to sneak into his father’s private reserve to fetch some of the rarer and more precious treats this Kingdom had to offer.

Startled by his words, Glorfindel was quick to wave aside their touching concerns.

“D’ya need a hug, Elf?” Gimli asked after having observed Glorfindel for a moment in contemplative silence. “I know your kind usually does not hold with that kind of physical affection—drastic, they’d call it, I am sure—but you look like you could do with one.”

To his surprise and delight, Glorfindel eagerly accepted that offer and extended his arms to welcome the strong, densely muscled arms that were slung around his midriff like ropes of braided steel.

“I…I find that I have been changed by the people around me,” he explained with an apologetic smile; even though he was not typically one to feel uncomfortable or even ashamed about the way he led his life, he felt nevertheless that he owed the prince of the realm an explanation for his highly unusual, nay even inappropriate, behaviour.

“Oh,” Legolas chuckled. “No need to justify this to me. After the tragic loss of my mother, my father would hug and cuddle me often, and I do not hesitate to admit that Gimli and I quite enjoy exchanging physical gestures of affection.”

“Skinny as a twig,” Gimli muttered good-humouredly. “All skin and bones.”

“Yes,” Legolas added, nodding wisely. “My dearest friend also insists on feeding me well—he is inordinately worried about my well-being.”

Eyebrows rising in bewilderment, Glorfindel wanted to object that—if anything—it was incumbent on Legolas to tend to the various vital needs of a being so woefully prone to illness and death, but his host almost imperceptibly shook his head.

“We all have our ways of expressing affection and support,” Legolas said and stretched out on the soft forest floor with a deep sigh. “And I, for one, think all of them are wonderful!”

Thank you so much for reading <3

-> Masterlist for November (by @cilil)

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breakerwhiskey · 4 months

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143 - ONE HUNDRED FORTY THREE

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[click, static]

They’re coordinates. That’s—they’re coordinates!

I think.

46 degrees 40 minutes North and 100 degrees 52 minutes West. At least, that’s what I’m assuming. Any other combination of North, South, East, West puts me into the ocean or…Mongolia, so I’m just going to go with my gut here.

It’s North Dakota. I would guess maybe a ten hour drive—I’m already on the road and driving fast. Maybe I’m completely wrong and you’re yelling at your radio begging me to pull over and look at the numbers again and understand something but I…

Maybe I want them to be coordinates. I want you to be real—to be someone other than Birdie and to be telling me where to find you. I haven’t been to North Dakota yet, there’s still a chance that people are out there, that you want me to find them. To find you.

(laughs) I don’t know what—what am I gonna say to you? Would it—would it be strange to give you a hug? I’m not even that affectionate of a person but it’s been so long since—

[click, static]

Who is the last person that you hugged? Is it someone that you’re with? Are you with people? Looking through the messages I’ve received, I think you started to talk to me around my birthday. If I had to guess. Which means that you’re the one who told me the tornado system wasn’t automated, which makes sense, maybe Birdie didn’t know that either.

It also means that you’re the person who told me I didn’t belong. But I’m choosing to see that as a…problem with tone. You can only convey so much meaning with dots and dashes and maybe you were trying to tell me I didn’t belong on the West Coast because you’d been hoping I would go North instead of West. I don’t belong where there are no people and you know that—you know I’ve been searching. Maybe you were trying to say I belong wherever you are.

I’d like to hug you for that. For telling me the truth about things, about the warning siren, for giving me something to look for. Maybe you’re affectionate with someone every single day but me—

Well, Harry was the last person I hugged. Obviously. Six years with someone, it’s bound to happen. But that was a few years ago now. She—maybe she is a physically affectionate person naturally but we rarely—

I’d had a nightmare. I get them sometimes, as you know. Or, maybe you don’t know, I don’t know how long you’ve been listening. Maybe everything I said before getting to Vegas was lost to you. Surely you would’ve told me about the warning system before then if you had heard me.

But, well, anyway, I get nightmares sometimes. About…well, it’s not important, but Harry—no matter what she felt about the situation that led to the nightmares, she never judged me too harshly for having them. And a while back, I—I think I woke up screaming. It was a bad one, it felt so real, and she came rushing in, thinking that something was really wrong and then she—-

Human comfort can mean a lot even when it’s given by someone that—that you—someone who doesn’t—

Well, our relationship has always been about as clear as mud, but she comforted me then. Held me until I stopped shaking. And that wasn’t the first time she’d done something like that, but it was the last.

But then again, sometimes, when she cut my hair, she’d…well, I thought…

She lingered. Her fingers in my hair, on my neck. Touching longer and more tenderly than they had to.

[click, static]

Just…when I get there, whoever you are…you can hug me. I give you full permission.

And whoever you are, just…stay there. I’m coming as fast as I can.

[click, static]

#breaker whiskey #audio drama #episode #transcript #Spotify

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Could we get some smut of eddie and reader where they started dating a little after he was attacked by the demobats and he's staying with her in her home so she can take care of him. Eddie is having a hard time adjusting not only to his wounds but the fact that his half naked girlfriend walking around the house tending to him won't let him touch her until he's healed then one day he's begging and pleading for it and she finally caves but since eddie is still in a lot of pain he's whimpering a lot bc while it feels great he's also in pain and reader is trying to soothe him telling him he's doing so good and to take it easy but he's trying so hard to make her feel good

AN | Oh, but this got all soft and sweet, but also spicy so 18+ only 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language, Smut (unprotected piv)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie heard your voice, soft and distant, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the bleariness. A small smile tugged up the corners of his mouth when he felt you brushing some of his rogue curls out of his face, “Eddie.”

“Baby,” he turned his head to you and his heart practically burst in his chest from how sweetly you were looking at him, “you’re so pretty.”

“So are you,” you tenderly stroked his cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He closed his eyes and scoffed lightly; he was still having a hard time adjusting to his new appearance among other things. But you’d made it a point to make sure he knew how wonderful and loved he was, “I mean it. Don’t even bother arguing with me.”

“I’d never,” he turned and nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, marveling at how soft and warm it was, “I love you, you know?”

“Of course I do,” your sweet laughter might have been his favorite sound in the entire world. It went straight to his heart and always managed to make him feel better, “are you hungry? I didn’t want you to sleep past dinner and have you up half the night and starving.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed the lump in his throat at your kind words. You’d been taking care of him for almost two months now, never once complaining or making a negative comment. He was still recovering, so much better than he had been, but still found that he grew tired easily and his body still ached. But none of that ever seemed to matter when he saw you. You made everything better, “I’m kinda hungry.”

“Good,” you started to move from the spot on your bed where you’d been sitting next to his sleeping form, “I’ll start dinner. You just rest until then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” he loathed the idea that you were having to do everything for him. Which you totally weren’t by the way, he was just overly dramatic. He was so used to doing things for himself that he really didn’t like asking for anything. But you never resented him for a moment or anything, you loved him - that the important part, “baby?”

“I don’t need help,” you promised and you could see his face fall slightly, “but I would love some company. Are you up for that?”

“Yes!” his entire face lit up as you motioned with your head for him to follow you to the kitchen. He’d been staying with you in your apartment, and you had to admit, you really enjoyed living with him, having it be just the two of you all the time. It had been easier for him to move in with you after everything that happened, rather than going back and forth between your place and the trailer. Plus…you had some hope that he might just stay permanently.

“Come on handsome,” you held out your hand and watched as he slowly moved out of the bed. You could see the grimace on his face, his sides still irritating him, but he never complained, he just kept pushing through and getting better one day at a time.

He eagerly took your outstretched hand, but before you could walk out of the bedroom, he gently held you back. You made a small sound of surprise before turning to him, finding him looking at you with a honey-sweet smile. He pulled you into his warm frame, his hands settled on your hips before he leaned in to press the most tender of kisses to your lips. Your arms were at your side; you weren’t quite sure where to put them so you wouldn’t hurt, but when he didn’t flinch away, you lightly wrapped them around his neck.

You couldn’t help yourself as you stole a few more kisses from, soft and saccharine and leaving you grinning at each other shyly. He let out a small sigh before pressing his forehead against yours, his big brown eyes studying yours intently before whispering, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” you gently carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “I’ve been right here, bub.”

“Missed kissing you,” he confessed, the softness to his voice caused you to melt, “missed holding you, sex, just being close to you. Missed you.”

“Oh my love,” you took his face in your hands and leaned in close so your nose was nuzzled against his, “I…I’ve missed you too. But I just…I don't want to hurt you or have you hurt yourself. Besides, it’s not going to be forever. I could always give you - “

“I know,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “you don’t have to do that, fuck, I don’t ever want you to feel obligated. Soon?”

“Soon. You’re almost there bub,” you promised, reaching for his hand and bringing to your lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles, “soon.”

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Eddie was convinced that you were trying to kill him. Slowly, but surely, you were going to bring him to his knees. He was currently sitting at the dining table, watching as you flounced around the kitchen making dinner. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts, short enough that whenever you bent over or reached for something he could see peeks of your plump backside. Accompanying that was an oversized t-shirt of his that you’d turned into a crop top, allowing glimpses of your underboob, just enough to leave him practically salivating. Your hair was up and makeup minimal, but you were the most gorgeous being he’d ever seen.

It had also been a long, practically an eternity in his mind, since you’d been intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, or that Eddie didn’t want to, but you were scared. Scared to hurt him or aggravate his injuries further. You wanted him fully healed before putting his body through vigorous movements. It had been so long that Eddie felt like he was going to cum in his pajama pants from the mere sight of your soft, supple skin.

“You alright?” you’d been speaking, but he hadn’t heard a word, too enraptured by your beauty and grace to do much of anything. You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing your breasts together even more temptingly. Fuck. You were going to be the sweet, sweet death of him, “Eddie?”

“Fine,” but his voice gave him away, climbing about two octaves higher than it normally was, “all good.”

“Mhmm,” you just shook your head softly before turning back to the counter, “were you even listening to what I was saying?”

“Of course,” he scoffed dramatically, despite the fact that it was a flat out lie.

“What was I just saying then?” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he had the most guilty look on his face. You hummed in amusement before continuing to cut up vegetables, “mhmm. That’s what I thought.”

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted firmly, “you’re out here looking like that - like fucking sin - and expect me to function? Unfair. A game I will always lose.”

“Edward,” you teased and looked over your shoulder, giving him a wink, “soon.”

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You could feel his eyes practically glued to you. He was intensely watching your every move as you got ready for bed. You hadn’t meant to tease him, at least not at first, but you decided to have a little fun with it. You made a show of stripping off your shorts and panties, walking around nude on the bottom as you grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipping them on. Your top was next and you made sure to turn to him, offering a quick smile before tugging on a large, loose t-shirt, effectively obscuring your shape. He huffed at that.

You put your hair up and walked to the bathroom to take off your makeup, knowing that he was sitting there and stewing. You’d make it up to him, that was the plan anyway - you’d offer him a blowjob in his time of need. You took your sweet time, longer than you usually would be slowly making your way back to the bedroom. As soon as you entered the room, you spotted Eddie sitting up and leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey baby,” your voice was a gentle whisper as you got ready to slide into the bed next to him. He put his hand in your spot and shook his head, a pouty little frown on his features, “what’s wrong?”

“You,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “are you a menace.”

“Eddie,” you kissed his cheek before he could pull away, “I’m sorry - I couldn’t help it. But I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” his eyes lit up with excitement and internally you sighed; you wanted to have to sex, but you were more worried about hurting him. It just didn’t seem like it was worth the risk to you, “does that mean we can finally….have sex?”

“I…can I offer you a nice sloppy bj in this trying time?” you teased softly and his expression faltered ever so slightly. You ran a hand through his hair and sighed lightly, “Eddie. It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really, really want to. I’m just…scared. I don’t want to hurt you and I’m just afraid that something will happen to you. If I hurt you or something happened, I’d never forgive myself. You’re almost there…soon.”

He couldn’t bring myself to look at you - mostly because he didn’t want you think he was mad or upset or that he though you were obligated to have sex with him. He just missed being so physically close and intimate with you. He missed having all of you.

“Sure,” he nodded before pulling the blankets up higher, “soon.”

You laid down next to him, turning off the light, leaving only the soft night light in the corner on. It bathed the room in a soft glow and made Eddie look practically ethereal. You stayed still in silence for a few minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you rolled onto your side to face him and found that he was already turned towards you, a curious expression on his face, “I…promise me we’ll stop if it hurts or anything feels off?”

“I promise-”

“Swear it on sweetheart,” you insisted firmly, and he laughed lightly. Next to you, his guitar was easily his favorite thing, “I’m being serious! Do it.”

“I swear on sweetheart that if anything feels wrong or off we’ll stop,” he sounded so ridiculously giddy but you could tell that he was being honest, “but baby, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you insisted softly, “trust me…I really do.”

Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours, kissing him with a gentle urgency. He kissed you right back, already softly moaning into your mouth. It had been a long, long time since you’d kissed him or been kissed like this. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed it. Eddie sat back up and propped himself against the headboard, cushioned by some pillows before reaching over and pulling you into his lap.

“Fuck, you’re so soft and pretty,” he mumbled as he kissed you anywhere that he could reach. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, biting at the delicate skin to leave behind a haze of lavender bruises. You bit your lip to keep from being too loud, but Eddie was having none of, “oh pretty baby, don’t hold back. Let me hear you, let me relearn all those pretty sounds you make.”

“Feels good,” you whispered against his lips as his hands settled under the shirt and on your waist, warm on the supple flesh there, “missed how touch me.”

He silently tugged on the bottom of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. You answered him by taking it off yourself and tossing somewhere onto the floor. You heard him inhale sharply as he looked you over. He reached up and touched your breasts, massaging them gently, “missed touching you.”

“Eddie, please,” you could feel the grin on his face as he leaned and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and causing you to arch into his touch. You were trying your best to be cognizant of his wounds, but your mind was already feeling hazy. It had been so long since he’d touched you. You could feel that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment and you couldn’t help but lightly grind against him.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, lavishing the other breast with the same attention.You carded a hand through his dark curls, gently scratching at his scalp as you leaned into him, “there you go. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” he always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and you wanted him to know that you felt the exact same way about him. Sometimes he’d had a hard time believing it before all of the business in the upside down, but now it was even harder, especially on days when he was feeling low. But you’d always thought he was the best damn thing and vowed to make him realize that. He leaned into your touch and you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “wanna make you feel good, Eds.”

“I know,” he rasped against your ear, “fuck, wanna be all over you but I have to be inside of you. Please?”

“Are you sure, my love?” you took his face ever so gently in your hands, making sure that he knew exactly what he was asking for. He nodded, pretty brown eyes almost black with his lust and hunger for you, “take it easy, yeah?”

“Sweetheart,” he let out a long exhale, his hands settling on your hips in a tight grip. You wondered if you would be sporting finger shaped bruises tomorrow - part of you really hoped so, “I’ll try. But it’s been over two months since I’ve had you, and I’m just going to try not to blow my load immediately.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you shook your head softly, gently turning his face so he was looking up at you, “it’s been a while for both of us, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter, what matters is being together. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nervous chuckle; his heart felt lighter knowing that you weren’t going to judge him for anything. Not that he believed you ever would, but the reassurance was still nice, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you promised, sitting up slightly so you could push your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. You almost fell in the process, clumsy as ever, but causing you both to laugh, “I guess I’m rustier at this than I thought.”

Eddie’s eyes almost bugged out at the sight of you naked and perched on his legs. His hand was already absentmindedly stroking the soft skin of your thigh as you tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could see the flash of hesitation in his eyes before he slowly nodded and let you pull his shirt off. You quickly did so and tossed it to the side to join your clothes in the growing pile. You knew that he was watching your expression closely to see how you were going to react to his body, but he found nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Terrible?”

“Terribly handsome,” you insisted, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. You could tell just how hard he was from the way they were tented, “is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he was almost ready to beg, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of you. You eagerly complied, hooking your fingers in the elastic waistband and tugging them down his legs. He was almost painfully hard, precum already leaking from his tip. There was something exhilarating about both of you being naked and vulnerable in front of each other; it felt so incredibly intimate, “baby.”

“Do you want me to s-”

“No,” needless to say, that was the fastest he’d ever said not to a blowjob, “n-not right now. Just wanna be inside of you.”

“I’ll give you a raincheck on that,” you leaned in and nudged your nose against his, “you know I’d never say no to you.”

“Are you wet enough or…” you cut him off but grabbing his hand, using two of his long, thick fingers and dragging them through your soaked cunt. He moaned lightly at the feeling; needless to say, you were definitely wet enough, “fuck baby, all for me?”

“Always,” you grinned softly, “all for you. C’mere.”

You ran your thumb over the head of his cock and and gathered the precum before using it as you gave him a few slow strokes. The look on his face looked somewhere between agony and pure heaven as he lightly bucked into your touch, “keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your hand.”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you cooed softly, kissing his cheek as he hissed lightly at the feeling, “you can let go.”

“I-I would,” he was breathing heavily, which only managed to turn you on more, “b-but I don’t know if I’ll have enough energy for another round and I really want to cum in you. Will you let me do that, baby?”

“Yeah,” you promised softly, brain going fuzzy at the idea, “okay.”

You shifted up and slowly dragged his thick cock through your folds, before guiding him to your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation as you took him all the way. Eddie ran a hand over his face, trying to control himself, “you feel so good. Missed this so much.”

“Me too,” you promised softly, “you feel so good, so big.”

You braced yourself on the headboard, not wanting to put an extra weight of pressure on him, before slowly starting to move. It felt clumsy and uncoordinated after not having done this for so long and needing to get back into it. You laughed at yourself, but Eddie only looked at you with big, soft eyes, “baby, baby, baby. You’re - fuck - doing so good.”

“Feels good,” you agreed as you bounced on his cock, breasts in his face, which only made him grab them and play with them. You arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaped your lips, “yes, just like that, Eddie.”

The boy couldn’t help himself, and started to buck his hips up, meeting you movement for movement. It felt so good to have him again, to feel him all over you, to feel that delicious familiar warmth start to tingle through your limbs that you almost didn’t hear his little whimper. You stopped suddenly and looked at him with concern, and you saw the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Eddie,” you let out a small sigh, upset to see him hurt - this was exactly what you had been trying to avoid, “oh honey. This was what I didn’t want to happen.”

“‘s okay,” he insisted but the grimace on his face suggested otherwise, “please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

“Eddie,” you touched his face, gently stroking his cheek, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “don’t want to keep avoiding doing stuff just because it hurts a little. It’ll get better in time, it’s already better. But right now, I just want this.”

“My sweet boy,” you relaxed on top, sitting back before slowly moving again, keeping your eyes locked on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, moving with you, but slowly and gently this time, “‘m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay,” you trusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him close. You could see the blissed out look on his face, “let go, Eddie. Cum for me.”

He buried his face in your neck, spilling inside of you with a soft cry, his hips slowly ceasing their movement as you felt the warmth inside you. But Eddie was never one to cum alone, and moved to play with your clit, which gave that last little push that you needed to cum to. A pretty moan escaped dripped from your lips as your walls clenched around him and you whispered his name like a prayer as he worked you through your release.

The look on his face was nothing short of beautiful as you both came down from your highs, trying to catch your breaths. You kissed him, nothing rushed or intense, just pure sweetness; you could feel him smiling against your lips.

“That was…awesome,” he grinned as you giggled at him, shaking your head with affection, “had me feeling like a damn virgin again.”

“Same here,” you admitted, “are you okay, my love? Really?”

“Yes,” he promised, “I’m good - really fucking good honestly. Let’s never wait that long again, yeah?”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, before feeling your face warm up under his reverent gaze, “can we…can we stay like this for a while?”

“Of course, angel,” he whispered, “we can stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…”

“As long as you want,” he kissed the crown of your head as he slowly laid back down with you on top of him, “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

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rosesrflo · 2 years

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Hello dear! I hope you are doing great 🥰

I'm not exactly sure if your request are open, so I'll just leave this here, and if they're closed, please ignore it. (Also your writing style is like, perfect?)

So, William takes fem!reader to a hotel for their first time, and reader is super nervous and shy, but William soothes her nervousness away and they have soft/intimate sex. Super fluffy please😌

Pairings; William James Moriarty (MTP) x fem!reader Genre; NSFW, fluff

Prompt; ❛❛I said I’d take care of you, no?❞ Warnings; panic attacks, implied separation anxiety, unedited

Desc; IN WHICH your first time away from the comfort of home goes awry, but William seems to know how to chase away your worries.

A/N; Hello, my lovely! I tried to do this the best I could, also dw, my requests are always open. Thank you sm for the compliments, I’m honestly not the greatest at writing smut - anyways, I hope you’re doing amazing - have a great day/night! 💌

“Are you feeling more comfortable now, darling?” Crimson, red irises studied down at your glazed expression, his eyes gradually softened upon every passing second. Time felt like it had frozen as he lent down, his lips hovered just above your own before capturing them delicately.

A swarm of butterflies fluttered overwhelmingly in your stomach - with warm cheeks and a pounding heart, you barely managed a subtle nod. William James Moriarty knew damn well what he was doing and you were going to let him.

Ba-dump!

How did you end up in this situation?

“-infiltration shall prove difficult since he lives so far out, but (y/n) should be able to take the documents then depose of him during the party..”

You stopped listening after that.

A steaming cup of earl gray glared up at you as you lowered your gaze, steam wafered around your facial features the closer you peered down. “(y/n)? You look quite pale, do you wish to rest?” Quickly snapping back from your dazed state, you shook your head.

“I’m fine, Louis.”

You weren’t.

How could you possibly be fine when you knew you would be leaving for such a long time period? An entire month, alone and living in some cheap hotel deep into the country side. The idea itself sent shivers down your spine, you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the estate; it had become a place you held dear to your heart.

More so, the people. There would be no more late night champagne problems with Albert, no more bars with Moran, no more cooking feats with Louis, no more gardening with Fred and no more William.

You clenched your silk clad hands tightly, breathing in sharply, you attempted but ultimately failed to suck it up. For the sake of Will’s plan, your worries meant nothing compared to his goals, you felt embarrassed.

William vaguely side eyed you, he frowned at your tense posture, your hands were balled up into a fist. He knew exactly what was wrong, he had learnt all of your cues and what they meant long ago, Will wasn’t too fond of this plan either, he didn’t like how far away you’d be from him.

Gently clasping his left hand around your right fist, he tenderly circled your knuckles with his thumb, “Are you sure? You can retire to our bed chambers, I’ll update you on the plan later.” William lead your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

You smiled wearily, how charming.

The plush mattress felt like an abyss as you sunk further into it, rolling onto your side, you pulled the swaddle of blankets to your chin. Tears welled up in your tear ducts, dripping down your cheeks and staining the expensive sheets - they didn’t look to be stopping anytime soon.

An unpacked suitcase lay abandoned in the corner of the room, hyperventilating hiccups escaped your throat as you pressed your face to a pillow. Your heart felt heavy in your chest.

“(y/n), my dear, are you…crying?” William questioned by the doorframe; you closed your eyes in hope of calming your panic attack, his tone was laced with empathy and that was where you understood that-

He already knew.

How could he not? Although he couldn’t catch sight of your face, it was tinted red from the sobbing fit, your voice fell silent and would most likely wobble if you tried to speak, so you didn’t.

Will sighed at your empty reply, “You don’t need to utter a single word if you don’t want to, tell me when you’re ready.” His footsteps sounded muffled as he walked to the messy bed and your sprawled body, sitting down on the side of the bed, he watched you bury your face in the covers even more.

Reaching out a hand, he brushed stray locks of hair/(stray braids, locks etc..) from your neck, his soft touch lingered for a few seconds prior to finally pulling away, “What’s the point if you already know?” After finally mustering some courage to speak, it came out croaky.

He hummed, “I wanted to hear it from you.” William’s statement was so genuine you almost broke broke down into tears again, shifting your body as you were facing him, you leant into his caress.

“I’m reluctant to leave, I don’t want to, I can’t.” His thumb swiped the wetness underneath your sore eyes, “Well, I believe you’ll be happy to know that I’m coming with you. I managed to swap around some details.” It took great convincing for the others to agree to his decision, but it was all worth it for you.

He charismatically smiled at your expression of disbelief, you blinked blankly into space before playfully slapping his arm, “Wipe that stupid grin off of your face, you could’ve started with that!-“

“Now, where’s the fun in that?”

You unintentionally jumped towards your lover at the sound of your hotel room’s door slamming shut, William slightly raised an eyebrow referencing how paranoid and jumpy you had became the further away you travelled from the Moriarty Manor. Even so, he caught ahold of your upper arm as you backed against him, “It’s just the door, dear.”

“I know, I know, ‘m sorry, this is so different to our home.” (e/c) drew to the floor, downcast in embarrassment. This has been occurring since the two of you had left to a second ago. Will took one glimpse at your exhausted demeanor and the slurs in your sentence, “Don’t apologise, let’s rest for now, hm?”

Nodding hesitantly, you linked your hands with his and padded across the room towards the bed, “There’s only one bed.” William only smiled, continuing to sit you down on the neatly folded sheets whilst he knelt in front of your self. “That shouldn’t be an issue, unless..?”

His hands worked skillfully, pushing your skirts up before unlacing your intricately designed stockings, he rolled each of them smoothly down your legs, “No-no it isn’t, but I can undress myself, Liam!” He briefly paused to glance up at you. “Relax, my love - you’ve had a long day, let me spoil you this one time.”

Blush crawled up your face, resting on the apples of your cheeks, “Just this once.” An almost inaudible sigh tumbled from your tongue as he reached behind for the constricting corset fastened around your waist, he untied the strings, making quick work of them.

Subsequent to finally removing your clothing, he began preparing himself for sleep. You rubbed your eyes, vision becoming more blurry by the minute; tapping William’s hand, you gestured to the comfy bed, “Liam.”

He chuckled at your impatiently sleepy tone, he let himself get into bed, pulling you closer to his body, “Sleep well, darling.”

And for the first time in weeks, he found comfort in sleep as it consumed you both - but not for long.

Black.

Pitch black, everything was dark.

You woke up in a fright, eyes snapped open as you stared up at the blank ceiling, your breathing came and went as you frantically tried to steady its irregular pattern. Fear still coursed through your veins, tears built up on your waterline due to shock.

Patting the empty space around your shaking body, your heart skipped an entire beat upon realising that William was no longer holding you in his loving embrace. It was all a dream-a nightmare, so where was he?

“(y/n)? I went for a cup of tea.” You flinched at William’s call in the dark, he held a lot candle in one hand and a cuppa in the other. Soon enough, relief rushed over you and you relaxed your joints, “You and your tea, I swear, love; wake me up next time.” Half the meaning was said mockingly but the undertones held urgency and terror.

Will detected those hints of agitation, “I apologise for not being here.” He placed down the items in exchange for crawling back into bed next to you, his arms found their designated places around you.

Adjusting your eyes to the warm flickers of light, the flames licked the air and filled your room with heat, “..I don’t think I can sleep for another night after that.” He absentmindedly bundling your wrists with one hand, pushing them above your head in a sensual manner, “I can think of other things to do.” Flashing a quick smile and gently rolling you into your back.

An exclamation of surprise escaped you, “Will-!” You managed to release yourself from his light grip to entwine both of your hands with his, “Please just stay.” His familiar sinister pupils glinted lovingly at your request, pushing your hands against the mattress.

“Of course.”

A swarm of butterflies fluttered overwhelmingly in your stomach - with warm cheeks and a pounding heart, you barely managed a subtle nod. One of his hands released yours to wander south, it pushed aside the soaked lace garments covering your cunt.

William looked at you for confirmation before easily sliding a single digit inside, a whimper clung in your mouth as he pushed two more inside, it was music to his ears - the lewd squelching of your pussy pulling him in and your pretty mouth moaning in ecstasy.

Almost like it was automatic, you spread your legs farther as he pulled away from finishing prepping you for his cock. A whine unconsciously sounded from you as you tearily peered up at him, “Wi’iam please-please, ‘m desperate.” Will cooed at you, you were certainly more sensitive this particular night, already falling apart from just his fingers, “Words, darling, words - can’t give you what you want unless you tell me.”

“Want you-please.” Your pleas fell on sharp ears, he pressed one last kiss on your forehead before undoing his nightwear and pulling his cock out, you almost moaned at the sight of him; his face was flushed red from your clashing body heat, precum was leaking from the tip of his cock from arousal.

William exhaled breathlessly upon catching sight of you lying bare underneath him, “Anything for you, (y/n)” he straddled your midsection, his gaze traveling to your twitching pussy smooshed against his cock. You followed his eyes in anticipation, “Liam..”

He held himself back from thrusting his entire length inside of you all together, instead pushing a few inches in before stopping completely, “You know the rules darling, what did I say? Words.” An impatient sob fell from your mouth as you threw your head back, “In! Put it in!”

With a tight grip on your entwined hands, Will hissed whilst he granted your wish. You were squeezing around his base so tightly he might’ve came there and then, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper into you. That familiar feeling lit a heat inside of you, tears threatened to spill with each mindless rock.

Stilling inside your pussy, William watched your expression fade into pure pleasure, “Can-can’t move, dear-loosen up.” His voice released some tension but your cunt fluttered around him even more, (e/c) eyes dilated and rolled back once he finally started moving.

Your hand shakily reached down to find your clit, he held your wrist before you could play at it, “Let me-“ His hand replaced yours to relieve pent up pleasure, with his index finger and thumb, he fondled it acutely. Your mouth dropped open as he unconsciously rolled his hips harshly on yours.

“That’s a good girl, haah-!” His sentence cut off with a groan upon pressing against that spongy spot, forcing a cry out of you, you jerked your hips upwards in an attempt to grind in time against his thrusts. Will continuously hit it without a stutter until you tightened once again, your puffy cunt spasmed.

Wet strings of squirt ran rings the tip to the base of his dick, his eyes widened at your trembling and mewling body. “Close Liam!-‘m close, s’ close!” Closing his eyes shut, he rubbed tighter circles to your bud whilst his balls sagged with hot cum, threatening to spill.

The dam had long broken now, tears were streaming down your face as you cried in pleasure. Sobs hitched your breathe as his thrusts kept pushing deeper and deeper against your G-spot, “So beautiful, you’re doing-ah! perfect, darling.” William urged your release, his mouth mingling with your chest, he suckled on a sensitive nipple like a baby.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tangling it slightly; back arching with high pitched gasps at hearing his praise, you felt your chest heave.

“William!”

White flashes filled your vision as you came in spurts, you squirted again - sticky strings spurted everywhere, on the sheets and soaking his balls. William didn’t stop thrusting inside your trembling form, trying to prolong your orgasm whilst chasing his own. But considering it was you, ejaculation came easily.

His cock twitched inside of you prior to emptying his hot cum deep inside.

The two of you stayed immobile for a while, breath irregular and chests heaving. You blinked blearily from the intense session, “I’ll clean this mess up.” William kissed the inside of your wrists gently, he slowly pulled out to collect some towels but you had different motives.

“No, can we stay like this? For what’s left of the night at least.” You pulled him back into you, he chuckled breathily at your harmless indignation; cockwarming with you for the rest of the night would be a challenge, but he’d manage.

Unless..?

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Part Eleven (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Thank you for your lovely words and enthusiasm on the last part! It made me so happy to hear how much you all seem to adore these two as much as I do. I hope this chapter makes you happy too.

Odessa has had quite the time of it lately, and she deserves all the nice things, and Gabe, who has been living as a heretofore contentedly unattached werewoofer in the woods for ten years, also deserves to have a good time.

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw)

“Gabe?” Odessa mumbled, shifting sleepily against him.

She’d had her head resting on his chest since they’d finished their pizza, and the lights from the TV cast flickering patterns on the wall while she let it all wash over her. In the wake of the day’s events and revelations, she’d crashed, and Gabe had let her curl up beside him while he hooked an arm around her shoulders and pressed soft kisses into her hair. It had been blissful beyond words.

“Mmm?” Once more he nuzzled her hair with his nose before pressing another kiss there, inhaling deeply as if he couldn’t get enough of her scent. The solid warmth of his body against hers grounded her in a way she’d never experienced before, and she never wanted to move from that spot on the sofa.

“Do you have to go?” she asked.

Her small, barely-articulated question hung in the air a moment.

He inhaled, held it, and then sighed it out slowly. His breath warmed the top of her head where his nose was still pressed against her. “I should check on the dogs and settle them,” he said. “But… I could grab some clothes and a toothbrush while I’m there if you’d like me to stay?”

“You’d come back afterwards then?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

With a sleepy smile and a belly full of starchy pizza, she pushed herself reluctantly to her feet and felt his gaze heavy on her back as she crossed to put the plates in the sink. “I’d love you to stay, but… if it’s going to be a bother with the dogs…”

“They can take care of themselves for a short while just fine,” he said. “I’ll leave my truck here though.

The way he said it told her that Gabe thought its presence would deter Jake if he came back, and she couldn’t find any argument against it.

Leaning back against the counter, she asked, “You think there’ll be trouble?”

Perhaps hearing her heartbeat rise, Gabe shook his head and got to his feet. “Just being overly cautious, I guess.” And with that headed towards the door to put his boots back on. “I’ll be no more than an hour, I promise.”

Odessa nodded. “Can I kiss you before you go?”

His smile brought dimples to his cheeks. “Always.”

Gazing up into his eyes a moment later, she paused and said, “Show me again?”

Gabe’s breath hitched audibly, but a second later, his eyes flared bright gold and she stared openly.

Slowly, she brought her fingertip to his dark eyebrow and traced the length of it, then down over his temple to the hinge of his jaw, at which point he parted his lips a little, leaned down, and took her face in both his hands.

The kiss started out tenderly, and almost chaste, but in only a few seconds, Gabe moaned and deepened it. He growled under his breath while he kissed her, the sound rumbling in his chest and throat, and she bucked her hips instinctively against him. Her fingers grabbed his waist and his chest heaved.

He drew back with a gasp and a laugh and closed his eyes. Resting his forehead against the top of her head, his hands still on her face, he trailed his thumbs across her cheeks. “Odessa,” he whispered. That one word carried so much emotion; so many things he wanted to tell her.

“We should probably stop before your walk home gets uncomfortable,” she mumbled, dropping back down off her toes. He was already half-hard if what she’d just felt was anything to go by.

When Gabe opened his eyes and looked down at her, golden eyes met dark brown. “Bit late for that,” he laughed and turned away, fingers fumbling noticeably on the latch behind him. “One hour,” he said. “And you call if he shows up.”

“I will. I hope it won’t come to that though. He’s a coward, and he knows he’s lost.”

“He’d better,” Gabe snarled into the night as he strode out of the door and down the cabin’s steps. He paused while she closed the door behind him and lingered until he heard the click of the lock before leaving.

Odessa looked around the empty room and her gaze snagged on the two empty beer bottles sitting companionably on the table. She smiled, left them where they were, and went to get ready for bed.

It was only as she came out of the bathroom in just a towel that she realised the significance of the fact that she’d asked Gabe to stay over. In her one-bedroom cabin.

The reality of the situation hit her but she felt nothing but excitement, even if it was tempered with a touch of apprehension. It shook her to realise how much her relationship with Jake had knocked her self confidence — her belief in herself, her sense of self-worth. Gabe was gorgeous, and he was sweet and caring and funny. And a werewolf, apparently. It was hard not to feel crushingly ordinary next to that. And besides, she had no sexy lingerie with her — lace and hiking didn’t mix too comfortably after all — and her pyjamas had cupcakes on.

“Well… shit,” she laughed, looking at them where they lay in a rumpled pile of unfolded fabric on the bed. “Well if I can love a werewolf, he can overlook my questionable tastes in nightwear.”

She was a chapter into her book when she heard the knock at the door. Fear flooded her instantly and she froze for a good five seconds, hardly daring to breathe, ears straining for the slightest sounds above the whispering forest outside and its creaking trees in the night. Finally, she coaxed her body into moving and she pulled back the duvet.

She walked barefoot through the cabin in her ridiculous cupcake pyjamas and came to an unsteady halt at the front door. It had only been about forty minutes since Gabe left. Visions of Jake standing there, perhaps drunk or full of impotent fury, filled her imagination.

“Odessa?”

Odessa fairly collapsed in relief at the sound of Gabe’s voice on the other side and she hurried to let him in.

When the door swung open she was surprised to find that his short, dark hair sparkled with tiny raindrops and the shoulders of his scruffy old jacket were dark with drizzle. He paused when he caught her expression, misreading it completely. “Still ok with this?” he asked. He had a small and mostly-empty duffel bag over one shoulder. His fingers tightened around the strap. “If you changed your mind about me staying, especially after… you know. I understand…”

Odessa shook her head and stepped aside to let him in. “Not at all. I just freaked myself out for a second before I knew it was you. Were the dogs ok?”

He smiled and levered off his boots, careful not to knock mud and pine needles off onto the floor beyond the scratchy doormat.

“Yeah.”

“I can’t wait to see them again,” she confessed. “I mean, I know they’re not pets, but they’re so gorgeous, and…” she paused and took a deep breath before shrugging. “They obviously mean a lot to you.”

He hitched a lopsided smile and reached out to take her cheek in his free hand. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head that left her tingling all over and said in a voice that was surprisingly rough, “Yeah. They do. Come back with me tomorrow and we can have breakfast at mine. I can’t cook much, but I can make a mean pancake.”

“Perfect.”

Letting go of her to shrug out of his jacket and hang it beside the door, Gabe asked, “Do you want me to sleep out here?”

“You’re not a guard dog,” Odessa scowled. And then her exact choice of words hit her and she bit her lip, eyes going wide, hand covering her mouth.

Gabe gave a huge snort and then began to laugh. It was a deep, rich sound that came from his belly and bubbled out of him to fill the room with a truly joyous sound, and her cheeks flushed hot.

“I’m sorry,” she said, heart hammering. “I didn’t mean… I just…”

Before she could react, he strode back to her and hugged her. He kissed her on the top of her head, still laughing, and said, “It’s ok. But now that you know about me, you’re only allowed one dog joke a day.”

Odessa stilled.

“Odessa?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m kidding.”

“…right. Not gonna lie, you had me for a second there.”

He chuckled again and kissed her head. “Seriously though, where do you want me to sleep?”

“It’s not the biggest but if you’re ok with it, I’d like you to stay in my bed. I’m not… I’m not sure I’m up for… you know… tonight,” she said, face darkening from pink to crimson, “But…”

“Odessa, you’ve just had the day from hell. The last thing I’m gonna do is pressure you to have sex with me. I just… I just want to be here for you. Maybe hold you a bit…”

Tears prickled at the edges of her lashes and she blinked rapidly to bat them away. “Thank you for saying that.”

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll just go brush my teeth.”

“I hope it wasn’t my pyjamas that made you decide against sex,” she muttered as she led the way into the bedroom.

Gabe snorted again but the sound was warm and friendly and honestly delighted. “If anything was going to make you unattractive to me, it wouldn’t be those.”

“Really?” she said over her shoulder with raised eyebrows. “Oh of course. It’s the cupcakes, isn’t it? You’re a cupcake fiend.”

“Yes, Odessa,” he deadpanned. “It’s the cupcakes.”

She was still laughing quietly to herself when he emerged from the bathroom five minutes later, though the sound died when she saw him in just his black boxer briefs and her jaw went slack.

“Holyshit,” she whispered before she could bite it back.

His body was lean and tanned and toned in the way of someone who spent their whole life outdoors and on the move. He had a noticeable t-shirt line at the top of his biceps and she could see where he wore shorts in the summer, but it somehow suited him. With shoulders honed from chopping wood with an axe, back and torso banded with muscle from hauling heavy backpacks around and maintaining the national park, and legs built to hike for days, Gabe was the picture of everything she found attractive, and he wore it all with a shy smile and kind eyes.

“I… can put a t-shirt on if you’d prefer?” he asked, faltering in the doorway. “I packed a clean one. Werewolves tend to run on the warmer side though.”

“Absolutely not. I forbid you to wear clothes ever again. Get in here.”

Unexpectedly, Gabe blushed. His cheeks turned red and his ears went pink and he looked at the floor as he came around to the left side of the bed which she’d left clear for him.

As he slid in beside her and she let the duvet drop, she felt the heat washing off him already and smiled. He lay down on his back and glanced over at her before looking away again. “Thank you, Odessa,” he said, eyes fixed on the wooden boards of the cabin’s ceiling.

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” she countered with a little shuffle to get comfy on her side, facing him. In the glow of the single lamp behind her, she stared at the sharp jut of his Adam’s apple and the way the white and grey flecks in his beard and hair caught the light. He had beautiful, long eyelashes too, she noted from that angle. “You got me out of a shitty situation, drove me back here, took care of me, shared your food with me, and then offered to stay the night…”

The corner of his mouth twitched but he didn’t look at her. “Thank you for giving me a chance after you found out what I am. For not… bolting or… I don’t know.”

“I’ve scheduled my freak-out for ten o’clock tomorrow,” she said and he laughed quietly, tension dissipating. “Mind if I cuddle you non-stop til then?”

“Not in the least,” he said, shuffling so she could rest her head on the hollow of his shoulder. They both let out a long, quiet moan when she pressed her body against his side and looped her arm across his torso.

“You are warm,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to his bare skin. Again, his breath caught audibly and he swallowed. “It’s nice.”

“You won’t be saying that in the summer,” he said, and then immediately tensed when he realised he’d suggested something much more involved than a simple night in her bed.

“If I get to hold you like this in the summer,” Odessa said, pressing another kiss to his pec, “Then I won’t have anything to complain about. I’ll just have to take my clothes off too.”

Gabe snatched a quick, shallow inhale and then curled his arm to pull her so tightly against him that she practically rolled on top of his chest. He half rolled over to meet her and hugged her fiercely.

Exhausted, Odessa fell asleep like that in five minutes flat.

She woke in the dark on her other side, with heat all along her back and a tight pressure around her middle. For a disorientating moment, she thought she was back in the city, but after blinking for a few seconds, she remembered where she was and exactly who was cuddling her so tightly to his chest that she could barely breathe.

From behind her, she heard him take a longer inhale and mumble, “Y’lright?”

Gabe’s voice was thick and scratchy, and a good few notes deeper than usual, and it made something come loose and uncoil inside her chest. She brought her hand up to cover his own where it was pressed against her chest while he formed a perfect big spoon behind her, and she kissed his fingers at the knuckle. “Yeah. Sorry I woke you.”

“Mmph,” he mumbled and nuzzled the back of her head. He was asleep again in seconds, and she wasn’t far behind him.

When dawn light snuck in around the thin curtains, Odessa surfaced slowly from sleep and became aware of Gabe in an entirely different way.

He was still pressed against her, but this time she was lying on her back and he was half draped across her, one arm around her middle, the other under his head, and his hips were grinding with aching slowness against her thigh and hip. He breathed heavily against her neck, beard scratching her skin, and she glanced awkwardly down to peer at his face. His eyes where shut but his jaw was softly parted and he moaned softly every now and again. “Odessa,” he mumbled, rolling his hips again so that she felt every inch of his hard cock against her through the fabric of her pyjamas.

In an instant, her whole body came alight with want, and a long-dormant desire bloomed inside her.

She kissed his head and he stilled, waking abruptly. The moment he realised what he’d been doing in his sleep, he twitched away from her onto his back and blurted, “Shit, m’sorry…”

“I don’t mind,” she smiled.

For a while he just lay there, his breathing quick and shallow. Then, shooting her a sidelong look, he smiled shyly. “Haven’t been this worked up in the morning since I was a teenager,” he said with a self-deprecating laugh. “I’m so sorry.”

“For wanting me even in your sleep?” she grinned, rolling to lie along the length of his body with one thigh hooked over his. He groaned at the contact, jutting his chin upwards and closing his eyes, and she pushed her hips against him for emphasis. “Don’t be sorry for that.”

With a quiet, rumbling growl, he reached his hands out and grabbed a delicious handful of her arse. His upper lip pulled back on one side and he growled like an animal as he squeezed appreciatively. “You’re gorgeous,” he gasped, kneading the softness of her body with his fingers, driving them into her muscle hard enough to make her gasp and buck.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I can smell it on you.”

“You can?” That would take some getting used to.

“Mmm,” he hummed, rolling them both so that she lay on her back again and he splayed half atop her. He shifted so he could press his nose against her exposed collarbone and raked his teeth over her skin before leaving open-mouthed kisses there. “I can smell it. I can taste it. Odessa, you’re perfect…” he whispered against her skin. His hips ground his hard cock against her thigh again and they both let out a rough exhale.

Helpless, and suddenly swept under by a rush of pure, erotic want, Odessa arched her back. “Gabe… touch me.”

“I am,” he smiled, his hands running up and down the length of her body.

His cock still pressed hard against her but this time he didn’t move. It wasn’t nearly enough. The fabric of her pyjamas was too much of a barrier between them and she desperately wanted it gone. “Please?”

“Off,” he said, tugging at the waistband. She hitched her hips up and let him tug everything off in one go before sitting up and pulling off her top as well. Her hair came tumbling around her shoulders in unruly waves and she shoved it back out of her face.

Gabe stared at her for just a second before bringing his left hand to cup her right breast, kneading gently, rolling her hardening nipple between finger and thumb before leaning in and mouthing and nipping at her left side until she shuddered and fell back into the pillows.

Odessa felt like he devoured her in the long minutes that followed.

She lost herself to the wandering pleasure of his hands and mouth until he eventually slipped his fingertip between her parted legs and she bucked wildly at the sudden sharp relief it brought.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, sliding between her folds and circling her swelling clit. “Odessa you’re so wet.”

“For you,” she hissed, head thrown back. “Oh God, Gabe…” she added with a bitten off yelp as he nudged her clit and pressed the pad of his finger against the underside of it. Pleasure sparked across her skin and shot through her nerves, lighting her up all over from the inside out. In the past few months, she’d hardly felt like touching herself there, but now as Gabe drew tiny, teasing circles over and over before trailing his touch through the wetness that gathered there, only to start all over again, she couldn’t get enough of it. Her whole body shuddered and heaved, and he took every sound she made.

“You’re going to make me come,” she panted when he slid his fingers deeper inside her and pressed, all the while keeping his thumb’s attention on her clit. Tension ratcheted up through her muscles at the combination of light pressure on her clit and deep, slow, circling pressure inside. It started in the arches of her feet and worked up her calves to her shaking thighs, up her heaving torso, to her neck and down her arms until her whole body was taut as a piano string and thrumming. “Oh God…” she choked. “Oh my God… oh my God…” She chanted it over and over, lost in the barrage of new and excruciatingly beautiful sensations. “Gabe, I can’t… I’m —”

“Come,” he murmured, kissing her stomach. “It’s ok. Come for me Odessa. You can come for me.”

And she shattered. A great, heaving wail left her and she arched, convulsing and shaking against his hand as her mind went completely blank. It was probably the least elegant she’d ever been during climax, but it was heartfelt and honest and that alone almost made her weep. He’d done it just for her; his touch had been for her ecstasy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come like that, and no one else had ever made her come like that, she was sure.

Trembling and shaking, she tried to catch her breath while he stayed with his touch pressed deep against her, easing her through it. Finally she cracked an eye open and looked down to find him staring up at her with his eyes a bright, supernatural gold.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, awe in his voice.

She had to smile. “I want you,” she said, and to her surprise, he faltered.

“I… I don’t have a condom,” he grimaced. “I wasn’t expecting… and it’s… it’s been a long time since I’ve… yeah…” he finished with an awkward shrug. “I don’t actually have any at home.”

“I think I’ve got one in my wash bag in the bathroom,” she said, still a little breathless.

She grunted as he withdrew his fingers from her a moment later, but she stared openly when he slid them into his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted her and she bit her lip, astonished.

When he opened his eyes again and found her staring, he flushed a little. “What?”

She didn’t know how to tell him that Jake had never wanted to put his mouth anywhere near her, let alone lick the taste of her from his hand like she was something to be savoured. When Gabe read the nature of her thoughts in her expression though, he growled and lowered his hand. He put his palms on her thighs and leaned down, kissing down the softness of her stomach to the crease at her hips and then he spread her legs with his hands and kissed her sensitive clit.

She sucked in a breath as pleasure sliced and skittered through her again, and she parted her legs a little more. Gabe laved his tongue over her and sucked gently at her tender clit, his tongue pushing at it from underneath in a way that made her legs go limp and her heart race. “Oh my God, Gabe,” she gasped, suddenly boneless.

“Too much?” he asked, barely raising his head from her.

“No?”

He smiled, looking a little dazed himself, and said, “Tell me if it is.”

No one had ever done this for her, and the intimacy of it shook her.

She felt pried-open and exposed and vulnerable, but the way he held her with his arms underneath her thighs while he pressed his mouth against her, pulling her closer to his face, moaning and working his tongue over her, suckling and circling her clit repeatedly until she shuddered and shook and couldn’t stop, made her feel held and valued and… adored. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she felt a second climax racing towards her. “Gabe, I’m going to come again,” she panted, wondering if he’d want to pull back.

If anything, her words focused him. He closed his lips over her clit and sucked gently, tongue moving all the while, and she let it take her completely when he slid two fingers inside her to the hilt, crooked them, and let her come around them. “I want you, please,” she sobbed through the last, breathless throes of her orgasm. “Please. I got tested, by the way, and it all came back fine. I should have said that sooner, obviously, but I got checked after I found out that Jake was —”

Gabe growled and his grip on her tightened for just a heartbeat. “Don’t say his name,” he said. “I don’t want you to have to think about him now.”

She laughed and felt her body go slack again as the last aftershocks faded and Gabe sat back on his heels. His short beard glistened slightly. “I’m not thinking about him,” she said. “I’m thinking about you and what you just did. No one’s ever done that for me, you know?”

His golden eyes darkened as his pupils soared wide and dark. “I’d gladly do it for you every day,” he smiled. “You’re beautiful. And you come so beautifully too,” he added.

She let her gaze drop to the tent in his black boxer briefs and saw a wide dark spot in the fabric there. “What do you want, Gabe?” she asked.

“You,” he said immediately. “But I don’t have to be inside you. Werewolves don’t catch or carry human diseases, but like I said, I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” she said quietly. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes rolled back a little at those words and he let out a deep groan of pleasure. Stepping off the bed, he shucked out of his boxer-briefs and she couldn’t help but stare at him. His cock was hard and flushed, and she felt her core clench at the sight of him. His tip glistened, foreskin already sliding back with his arousal, and it twitched under the weight of her gaze. He wasn’t huge, but she knew she’d feel every inch inside her.

Gabe climbed back onto the bed and paused beside her, looking into her face with a tender smile. He leaned down and with a fingertip, he gently lifted a strand of hair out of her eyes, then he ran his fingers down her cheek and dragged them over the centre of her lips. He didn’t stop there, trailing them down her throat and between her breasts before he circled her nipples with his thumb. The blunt nail scratched just enough to draw a tiny grunt of pleasure from her before he continued down, splaying his fingers wide and pressing his palm into her soft stomach. She wanted to feel self-conscious, but she didn’t. She felt powerful and beautiful and so desperately alive under that gaze.

He moved slowly, reverently, and rested his hand against her hip for a moment. It was as though he were steadying himself; grounding himself with her body. Then he dipped his finger a little way inside her heat again and exhaled roughly. “You’re sure?”

She nodded and lifted her leg to let him slide more easily into her.

He let out another ragged breath, lined the tip of his cock up with her entrance and pushed just a little way in. “You’re so tight,” he gasped, head bowing forwards.

In response, she moved her bent right leg higher, opening herself to him, and he slid carefully all the way inside. A long, low groan left his lips and he halted there, breathing and holding her right leg in his left hand for a moment, again, as though to tether himself.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, kissing the inside of her leg. “God, you’re so perfect. You’re so hot and tight…”

“Gabe?”

“Mm?”

“Move?”

He laughed and rolled his hips back so that he slid almost all the way out. Then he rocked against her again and moaned. For a while, he just repeated the motion, sliding in and out with torturous slowness while she got used to the intrusion, though she was tempted to suspect that the pace had more to do with stopping himself coming immediately than her pleasure this time.

“You’re so wet,” he rasped. “Odessa, you feel so good.” Then he opened his bright gold eyes and looked up at her face. “Is this alright?”

Tears blurred her eyes as she smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” she choked. “It’s perfect.” It really was. Sex had never been something she craved or particularly enjoyed — certainly not in her last relationship — but this felt like something else entirely. There was something sacred to Gabe’s reverence; each breath that passed between them a prayer; a hope for something more.

He halted, his cock almost all the way out of her again, and she nearly sobbed at the loss of pressure inside.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please… I need…” and she did. She needed him. She needed to feel him moving inside her. She needed the feel of him filling her so completely there wasn’t room for anything else in her mind but his presence. It was a need she had never experienced before and the raw suddenness of it almost consumed her. “Please, Gabe, I need you. Please… please…”

Gabe didn’t need telling again. Each slow thrust of his hips rocked the bed, sending the wooden headboard clunking against the wall. Although he barely sped up, he soon began to breathe more heavily, his hands going to her hips to anchor her in place while he pushed all the way inside her. His balls caught against the soft skin behind her entrance with each stroke and she whimpered with pleasure, pulling her legs up further and crossing her ankles behind his back to change the angle.

“Fuck, I’m so deep,” he grunted on the first slide at that new angle. He took her right leg in his hands and straightened it, resting her calf against his chest and her ankle on his shoulder. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah. Oh God, that is deep.”

“Too much?” he asked.

“No. Perfect. Oh my God…” With the pressure building inside her again, stoked by each thrust of his hips, she knew she was going to come again, and that it would be the biggest yet.

Gabe stared openly at her with his yellow eyes and growled, kissing her ankle and then leaning forward, stretching her until she thought she might break from how good it felt. She cried out as he caught her deep, her fingers scrabbling at the sheets beneath her and Gabe’s self control seemed to fray. He didn’t get any faster, but the growing power behind each slow, deep stroke knocked the breath from her lungs.

“You can go faster if you want,” she said, surprising herself with how wrecked and winded she sounded. To be fair though, she was almost bent in half.

“Won’t last,” he grunted. “Want to last a little longer.” He turned his head slightly and rubbed his cheek and jaw against her calf. At the sharp nip of teeth, she opened her eyes again and watched him rake his canines along her skin. They’d grown bigger and thicker than they had been before, and she felt the prick of claws against her skin. “Fuck,” he hissed. His pace picked up then, turning from slow to almost frantic as he chased his release. “Oh fuck, I’m close, Odessa. I’m so close. You’re so perfect. I’m… I can’t hold off any… any more, I’m —”

She clenched her muscles around his cock and he was done for.

He came with a snarl through gritted teeth, eyes rammed shut, hips pushed flush against her, and he emptied himself into her.

There was no question in that moment that Gabe wasn’t entirely human.

Dark, sharp claws extended from his fingertips in place of neatly-trimmed nails, and the rictus snarl of ecstasy revealed longer, broader canines like fangs. She knew that behind his tightly-shut eyes, those irises glowed golden. Odessa had never known that there were beings out there like Gabe, but that moment felt so right, so perfect, so complete, that she knew it was everything she would ever want.

While Gabe was still coming, she shattered a third time, coming around his cock while he was still buried deep inside her, and he threw back his head. For a wild moment, she thought he was going to howl, but he just let his jaw hang slightly soft, lips parted, eyes screwed shut, and he clung to her right leg with his clawed left hand. Gasping, and with a few last stuttering thrusts against her, he finished and half collapsed. His grip on her leg slackened and she lowered it down to the bed, allowing him to lie atop her, breathing hard.

“Alright?” he whispered between shallow, snatched breaths. She could feel his heartbeat thundering.

“Mm.”

“Tell me if you need me to move,” he managed.

“I will.”

For a long time, neither of them moved. Eventually, Gabe began to soften, and she felt some of his release slide down onto the sheets, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Even that felt right. She slid her hands up his lean arms and raked her nails in idle patterns over his shoulder blades while he just lay there and breathed in the scent of her. From time to time he shuddered, the motion going right through him, down his entire body, and at one point his breathing became so soft she thought he was falling asleep.

“Gabe?”

“Mm?”

“I think I need you to move,” she said, though her reluctance at the idea rang through her words. Her brain wanted him to stay there forever, but her groaning ribcage had other ideas. “Sorry.”

He smiled and kissed her neck before pushing himself up and back in an easy press-up, and carefully sliding out of her. “Mm, we made a mess,” he said, and ran his fingertips through the slickness that coated the upper part of her inner thigh. He circled his fingers across her hip a little, smearing his come and her arousal across her skin before coming to lie down beside her, resting his head on her pillow.

“Odessa?”

She rolled her head a little to look at him. It was all the movement she could muster just then. “Yeah?”

“You alright? I… I let go a bit more than I meant to there,” he said. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“It was perfect,” she smiled. “Thank you for trusting me with…” the words ‘your secret’ sounded so childish and so insincere. “Everything. For letting me see you like that. I know… I know you said you didn’t intend for it to happen this way, but I’m glad it did.”

“So am I,” he said.

After a pause she asked, “Will you let me see you as Wolf again?”

“I can’t do it now,” he said. “I don’t have a shift in me right now.”

“I didn’t mean now,” she said, stretching a little to kiss the tip of his nose. She smiled when it made him laugh. “Whenever.”

He licked his lips and her eyes tracked the movement.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it…”

He nodded. “Yeah. I will.” After a moment he grimaced and said, “We should probably clean up a bit.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, and then brightened. “Oh!”

“What?”

“You promised me pancakes.”

Gabe’s whickering laugh rolled over her and she grinned at him. “That I did,” he said. “I’ll go grab a shower.”

He was halfway to the door when she rolled onto her side, naked and completely exposed and, for the first time in her life, unabashed. “Mind if I join you?” she called and he stopped to look back over his shoulder.

When he took in the sight of her, obviously posed like that just for his benefit, his eyes flashed and he bit off a growl. “When you look like that, I want to come back there and have you all over again.”

“What’s stopping you?” she smiled.

Gabe stared for a heartbeat longer and then turned and paced back to her like a predator. “Absolutely nothing,” he growled, and tipped her over onto her back.

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