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vampire! reader x human! ellie williams

“ and you can take my flesh if you want girl, but baby don’t abuse it. these voices in my head screaming run now, i’m praying that they’re human. ”

synopsis; heartbroken, for having lost the love of her life, in one of her multiple sleepless nights, the danger creeps through her open window, hungry, famished for blood… a danger with your face.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!! angst (with happy ending), blood, breeding kink, praise kink, praising, dirty talking, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (e! receiving), fingering (f receiving), tribbing, cum eating, dirty talking, dry humping, teasing, overstimulation, blood kink, blood drinking, biting…

That night was like any other. Ellie laying there in absolute darkness and silence, staring at the ceiling, trying to sleep to no avail. She had been crying all day. Like the last 6 days. Unable to stop thinking about you, her girlfriend, who had disappeared almost a week ago with no trace behind. It had all been her fault. If only she had given you a lift that night after the cinema… If only she had insisted when you said you wanted to take a walk back to the apartment… Maybe you would be safe now. Maybe you would be knocking at her door, sleeping beside her… She would be hugging you, kissing you, saying i love you to you in the mornings…

But suddenly, she heard something bumping through the night at the salon of her apartment. Her eyes widened as every single muscle of her body froze in place, expecting, awaiting for the sound to fill the space once again so she could be sure that it was real and not just another trick of her tired mind. Her breathing was quiet, so quiet she may have even stopped breathing at all.

She jumped out of bed when she heard more bumping and crashing down the hall, all six senses on alert and ready to fight. ‘2:45’ her clock read. Someone was inside her apartment, someone who wasn’t supposed to be inside.

“Shit.” she muttered, eyes quickly looking for something to defend herself. Her mind was working on full speed, ‘till her switchblade came to it. Her hands were shaking when she took it in between her fingers, steps silent and careful as she walked towards her door, swinging it open as she heard ruffling from the kitchen.

As she grew closer to it, the refrigerator’s light filled the room and allowed her to see the window she had left just the slightest open, so the apartment wouldn’t get too hot, completely open, the curtains dancing with the wind that came through and inside.

Carefully, she neared the end and corner of the hallway, peeking just the slightest just to see someone rumbling through her fridge, tossing things out of it, breaking glass jars and containers in the process all around the floor. Ellie almost cursed. She couldn’t really see the person, head fully inside the fridge, only a pair of really dirty and torn shorts with messy shoes on sight. Nice, probably a fucking drug addict or psycho. And the phone was just beside the door, across the goddamn kitchen. She would be seen before she could get to it.

She would have to take care of it on her own.

She slowly approached the intruder, knife in hand and silent steps, though her heart jumped on her chest when the person rumbling through her bridge suddenly stopped, froze on the spot. Ellie’s eyes widened, she was feet away from them. There was no possible way she had been heard, right?

Oh but she had…

Her breath hitched when the intruder took a grip on the fridge’s door. Fingers curling, sharp and blood stained nails screeching on the metal.

“Oh shit.” she said, quickly turning around towards the door to run. Run as faster as she could. ‘Cause she knew that whatever it was that was inside her apartment wasn’t human. Not anymore.

However, she couldn’t reach the exit, faster that the human eye, the intruder blocking her way before she could even take a single step.

She stumbled backwards, tripping over a carpet and falling to the floor, knife scattering away from her grip and reach. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” she cursed, her heart hammering against her ribs when the creature stepped closer, her trying to get away, talons digging in the rug. Soon enough, she found herself cornered against the kitchen’s little aisle. She screamed when it lounged itself towards her, straddling her lap, face incredibly close to hers. The light from outside doors made it imposible to figure out its face. Her eyes widened when one of its hands rose towards her face, sharp nails inching closer to her skin. She knew she had to move, now.

In a quick movement, she got herself on top of the intruder this time, one of her hands gripping its wrists to keep it from scaping or moving.

All the words died in her throat when her eyes found those which she had stared into with so much love years on end. Those same eyes that stared up at her in complete silence, fear, embarrassment... “y/n?” she inquired, voice just above a whisper, strangled, hurt…

You looked away before she could look too closely, eyes shut and teary, though it didn’t work since her warm touch tried to cup your cheek, your hands quickly darting to push her away “Don’t touch me!” and —faster than she could follow— crashing against the furthest wall. Your voice was hoarse, terrified… Ellie just stared at you, shock crushing her veins as tears down her cheeks.

It was you.

You clothes were a mess, all bloody and torn on the places you’ve been attacked, hair locks sticking together due to the pool of blood your body had rested on your last moments, skin paler than the moon and colder than pure ice and your eyes… Those eyes that she so adored… Were the color of the purest vermillion she had ever seen. But it was you.

She tried and step closer to you, try to ask where had you been. What had happened. But you rose one of your hands to keep her from doing so, stopping her on her tracks. “Don’t.”

“y/n, baby, please…” she tried.

“Please don’t.” you begged her, voice breaking in sobs. “I’m a monster…” you said, hiding your face, your arms surrounding your body, as if you could hide yourself from her eyes.

She should be confused, and she was, but the fact that you were there, alive, that you were there, back at her, the fact that she could see you one more time, hear your voice… Healed her broken heart, made all that sadness inside of her, choking her, disappear.

Her hands reached for her abandoned phone on the aisle, sending a ‘code red’ message to the group she shared with you and her best friends before putting it back down. Emergency. Making counts, they’d be there in less than 20 min with Dina’s car.

You flinched when she took a step closer, hands raising to your ears. “Stop.” you muttered, but she took yet another step. You could hear everything, from the energy buzzing on the refrigerator, to the flapping of bats’ wings outside the window, the walking of little insects on the gravel, the sound of her tears rolling down her cheeks, her shaky breathing, her quickened heartbeat, the rushing of her blood, the pulse on her neck…

You pushed yourself even harder against the wall, as if you could melt with it, scape.

“y/n, please… Look at me…” she pleaded, she was now just inches away from you. “Please baby…, look at me.”

“Stay away!” you screamed, eyes fully open, red showing against the white. It was then when she saw them; the fangs. White, sharp, deadly fangs that shone under the moonlight, threatening, trying to scare her away. You quickly turned your face away, hiding it.

She knew she should be terrified, all those voices in her head screaming ‘run now’, but she only could think about how beautiful you were.

Your hands pushed against her chest when her hand gently cupped your cheek, brushing your cheek bone, her warmth contrasting against the coldness of your skin and making you shiver.

“Don’t look at me, I’m horrible…” you cried, having nowhere to run when she fully cupped your face, making you stare right at her.

“You’re beautiful.” she muttered, shaking her head, her face so close you could count her beautiful and curly eyelashes. “So fucking beautiful…” you watched her lean in, no fear in her eyes as she stared at your chapped lips.

She needed to kiss you. Needed to make sure that this wasn’t just another one of her dreams, that you were there, back into her arms. That you were still hers, just as she was yours.

Sadly, the sound of car tires against the asphalt brought you two back to the present, and then, knocking in the door. Multiple of them. Dina and Jesse.

“Ellie!!!” Dina called out for her, all the sudden noise making you get startled when Jesse started to scream too. If she didn’t open up soon they’d woke up the neighbors.

“Don’t move.” she said, and with a chaste kiss on your forehead she stepped away. You found yourself missing her touch, her warmth, her smell… But also felt relief. Relief that she wasn’t just mere inches away from you. ‘Cause the only thing you could focus on was in the way the blood in her veins called out for you. Lured you in. Your throat itched, something deep within you begging for just a little taste. You didn’t understand what was going on. The heightened senses, the sensibility, the incredible new speed and strength…

The last thing you could remember was pain. So much pain… And blood, of yourself full aware of your imminent death. Next thing you know? You had woken up in the woods near your town, alone. You didn’t know for how long you’d been asleep, but it felt like ages.

Finally, you’ve crawled your way back into town and somehow found Ellie’s apartment. You didn’t know what had happened. Had you died? Why were you alive? The only thing you knew was that there was something wrong with you. It only took you a glance to yourself on one of her windows to see that.

“What is it?!? What’s wrong!?” Dina inquired as she quickly stepped inside the apartment, bat on hand and ready to swing.

“Guys-“

“Where is the motherfucker? I’ll take care of it.” Jesse said, stepping up with a gun in hand.

“There is no intruder.” Ellie tried to calm them down.

And you could see their bodies relaxing a little bit, muscles not as stiff anymore. Relief.

“Then what is it?” Dina asked, but before the auburn head could answer, you had stepped out of the shadows.

“It’s me.” They got startled by the sudden intrusion in their conversation, ready to fight once again, but when the light that seeped in through the open door of her apartment made you visible, their weapons dropped.

“y—y/n?” they were in shock, frozen in space. In time. Were you real or were they all having a collective hallucination?

You looked at them and gave them a weak smile, insecure, afraid. And that was when they realized that you were indeed real. That it was you.

“Oh my god.” Dina sobbed, covering her mouth with her hands.

They were quick to try and approach you, but Ellie was quicker to step in between to stop them as you staggered backwards.

“Woah, easy.” she rose her hands, eyebrows quirked in a warning. You hid behind her, feeling overwhelmed. They stared at her in confusion. “We need to talk.”

“…”

“What the hell?!” Jesse inquired, in shock.

“So… You don’t remember anything?” Dina inquired, as shocked as her boyfriend, who faced you as you sat on Ellie’s couch.

“Nothing.” you nodded, eyes squinting at the light above your head. Head throbbing. You could hear it buzzing. “I just… Suddenly there was a lot of pain. And blood everywhere. And then nothing.”

“Shouldn’t we… Get her to a hospital or something?” Jesse spoke up, winning a ‘really?’ gaze from the girls. “Okay! I’m sorry!” he rose his hands. “Not every day someone dies and comes back from the dead, you know?” he mumbles, barely a whisper.

“Maybe…” Dina started, and everyone looked at her with expecting eyes, as if she had finally might found an answer to whatever is going on. “Maybe not.” she backed up and they sighed.

Your eyes quickly darted to the window when you caught the sound of crickets, they were like sirens ringing right beside you. You tugged your legs closer to your chest, teeth bitting down on your nails.

“And now she has this…, super powers.” Jesse squinted, and Ellie nodded. “Like Superman?” he inquired.

“No. Or yes? I don’t know!” your girlfriend sighed, obviously stressed and overwhelmed by the situation. The conversation only heated up even more after that.

“You don’t know?!”

“No.”

“How come you don’t know?!”

But you weren’t truly listening. Too focused on everything you could catch. The sound of all their breathings, the sound of a couple of fighting cats in the distance, the wind whistling thought the trees branches, your own blood painfully pumping through your dried veins…

“Too much.” you mumbled.

“Dude. I’m telling you. I know about music, not supernatural shit.”

“Guys…” Dina tried and stopped them from fighting.

“But you found her!” Jesse ignored her.

The intensity of the light below you, the feeling of your skin glued to your muscles, the tickling of your hair…

“Too much.” you repeated, teeth breaking the skin of your fingers.

“She was the one that found me!!”

“Jesse, stop.” Dina said, and then everyone was talking over everybody.

You could see the pulse on their neck, their veins pressing against their skin. So vulnerable… So easy… You could almost taste it on your tongue. It’s sweetness, it’s thick and warm consistence sliding down your throat.

“Stop!!!!” your scream almost ripped your throat, so loud you swore you had woken up the whole neighborhood.

They all backed up a little when your red eyes met theirs and your fangs showed up. Dina and Jesse couldn’t help the way their hands twitched with the need to raise their weapons.

You covered your ears when the sound of their quickened hearts pushing against their ribcages got louder, groaning.

“Fuck.” you whimpered, hiding your face. “I’m sorry.” you cried out, voice strained. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to…” and just as Ellie was about to step closer you stoped her. “No. Please don’t.” you curled on yourself, pressing your hands against your face, sobbing. “I’m so hungry.” you cried, suddenly, and if you weren’t that serious about it, you would have laughed about the stupidness of your words. But you felt like dying.

Every goddamn cell on your body burned, begged… Something deep inside you aching to bite, tear… Teeth hurting, fangs growing. You stood up, and in a blink of an eye you were back on her fridge. They seemed surprised, cause you were quicker that the light itself.

Glass broke under your shoes as you searched inside for something that you could eat. Anything. That’s when you smelled it. That sweet metallic smell. Your shaky hands threw everything aside, mouth watering at the sight of a full raw and big steak. Meat. Fresh and bloody cow steak.

Stumbling against the kitchen aisle, you tore down the plastic that enveloped it, nails digging on the softness of it. You couldn’t even think. Hand quick to tear the meat to pieces and push it inside your mouth. You looked like a predator, blood dripping down your lips and chin, down to your chest and onto your torn tee. You hummed, eyes bloodshot and bluish veins growing under your eyes as you fed on it. You sighed, throwing your head backwards, feeling relief yet still not getting rid of that aching deep inside your bones.

When your eyes met your friends’, they were wide open, speechless. They were frozen in place, feet glued to the floor as they watched droplets of blood soak the aisle.

It was then, when you realized what you had done.

And the only thing that you could mutter was a “What’s happening to me?”

You were completely silent, sat inside a bathtub full of warm water, Ellie gently washing your hair for you, her own on a low bun as she concentrated on taking every last bit of blood and dirt out of your locks and body.

It was around 4AM. Dina and Jesse had gone home, promising to come back in a few hours after getting some sleep to start thinking about an explanation and a plan to explain your survival and new life style.

“I can…” you tried to say, but she hushed you, gently washing off the shampoo on your hair and the blood on it. You felt relaxed. You should be feeling overwhelmed, since you could smell Ellie everywhere, but just by having her by your side you felt… Safe. Better. Although scared… Better.

“Let me.” she soothed you, giving you a soft smile. You shivered when her fingertips brushed your hair away, head lolling to the side and onto your shoulder. Your skin burned where her warm touch resided. “You alright?” she asked, pouring more water onto your back to wash away the soap from your body.

You hummed, silently allowing her to take care of you through the whole process of washing you clean and rolling you up on a towel to keep you warm as she drained all the dirty water before drying you up.

Her eyes never left your face as she did so, even though you were completely naked in front of her, she only focused on you, on dressing you up on the comfiest clothes she could find on her closet and combing your hair. You swore you had fallen in love yet once again.

You caught her attention when your hands gripped softly her shoulders, her eyes leaving your hair to find yours. “What is it, baby?” she inquired, and you felt tears pooling on your eyes, ‘cause she treated you like always, like she did before you died, before you turned into this… Monster.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t have to, it was all in your eyes. You felt like melting against her when she got rid of the comb on her hand to hug you closer to her by your waist. You gasped, cause just the simple feeling of her hands was so intense… Her breath against your lips, her hands, her body pressed tightly against you… That you had to pull away before she could kiss you.

“Sorry.” you muttered against her chest, fisting the fabric of her soft tee. She only smiled, shaking her head.

“Let’s go to bed, hm? You need to sleep.” she pressed a little kiss on your forehead before taking your hand and guiding you towards your room.

She tucked you in but didn’t get inside the bed. “You aren’t staying?” you rose to your elbows as she walked to the door.

“I thought…” her mouth opened and closed before continuing, unsure. “I thought about leaving you the bed for tonight so you can-“

“I don’t wanna be alone.” you cut her off, surprising her. “I…“ and before you could continue, she was already by your side. Holding you close. Holding you as if she’d fall apart if she let you go. As of you’d disappear if she let go of you.

You shook in her arms and she was about to pull away, but you hugged her back, trying to not let the overwhelming feeling of her being so close to you prevent you from finally being back into her arms.

“Is this okay?” she muttered softly on your ear, hearing your shaky breathing. You were burning, her warm body tightly pressed against your freezing one, skin tingling where her fingers rested.

You didn’t know how much time you stayed like that. Minutes turned into hours, and soon enough, she had fallen asleep. She was finally sleeping, for the first time in days. And you? You couldn’t even close your eyes.

Whatever you did, all you could see, smell and feel was Ellie. She was making your senses collapse, getting you high as if she were some kind of drug you craved with every fiber of your being.

You could hear her steady and slow heartbeat, feel her soft breathing against your neck, making your skin grow in goosebumps. Your lips mere inches from hers. Against the pulsing vein that called your name with every thump of her heart. Suddenly, that aching deep within you that had subsided after your ‘meal’, came back, making your throat grow dry and mouth water. You only needed to lean just a little bit closer, erase the few inches that separated your lips from her neck and…

In a quick movement you were out of the bed and far away from her, hands covering your mouth as you felt that incredible hunger threatening you to break your bones.

You grunted as you staggered away from the room and outside the apartment, the freezing air of the night hitting your already dead cold skin, yet you couldn’t feel it.

“What’s wrong with me?” you muttered in between sobs. “Why… Why me?” you broke down, unable to stop your crying.

This wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were supposed to rest knowing that you had loved, loved so hard you couldn’t breathe. That you died knowing what true love was. You weren’t supposed to come back, you weren’t supposed to be turned into this… Thing. This monster that scared your friends, a monster that can only think about her girlfriend’s blood on its lips.

Your eyes squinted when a sudden beam of sunlight hit your face. Sunrise. It hurt your eyes, really badly, so you forcefully had to wipe your tears and get back inside, where Ellie was already waiting for you, fully awake. You almost cursed.

“Hey…” she whispered, getting closer to you. “Where did you go? I woke up and you weren’t there anymore.” she was soft, concerned. And it only made you feel worse. Sicker.

“I just went outside for a little. Needed some air.” you gave her a weak smile, eyes resting on the hand that stroke your arm, on the veins on her wrists.

You suddenly felt dizzy. So dizzy you almost fell if it weren’t for the auburn haired, who caught you on time.

“Woah woah, you okay baby?” she inquired, and you nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” you lied. “I just felt dizzy all of a sudden.”

“Here, sit down.” she helped you get to the couch, never letting go of you. “Jesse and Dina will be here soon, I just got a call from them.” she said, pulling a blanket on top of you. “We’ll make you feel better soon, alright? I promise. We’ll fix this.” she kissed your forehead, the feeling of her lips lingering on your skin, burning. You almost begged for more.

But you knew you couldn’t have more, ‘cause it would never be enough.

You knew you couldn’t have enough. You couldn’t ‘cause you knew it’d consume you.

“We’ve got it! We’ve got it!” you whined when Jesse came rushing inside through the apartments door with a loud bang. “Sorry.” he awkwardly apologized when he saw you holding your head in between your hands.

“What is it that you’ve got?” Ellie asked, munching on cereals. Their crunching only made your headache worse. Whatever you did, it only seemed to get worse by the second. It wouldn’t got away. Like your growing hunger.

“We know what’s wrong with her.” Dina explained.

That made Ellie push everything aside to pay attention and concentrate on what mattered the most: You.

“You know?” you too focused on the group, hope in your red eyes.

“She’s a vampire!” Jesse exclaimed.

“Vampire?” you scoffed. “So you’re saying that I’m a vampire?” you let out a laughter, awaiting for all of them to tag along, but when they didn’t, you slowly fell silent, frowning as you noticed. “I’m a vampire.”

“You’re a vampire.” they all nodded, and you fell backwards onto the couch, a sigh leaving your lips, your mind a mess.

That explains everything.

“And what does this mean? Will I get to live forever? Am I allergic to garlic and holy water now? Will I die if I stay underneath the sun for too long?” you inquired, swallowing harshly. “Will I… Will I need to drink blood for the rest of my life?”

They were all silent for a second.

“Do you feel the need to drink it now?” Dina inquired, taking a seat beside you.

They all awaited expectantly for your answer, which only made you nervously smile. “I guess this isn’t the best moment to say how good all of you smell, right?” you joked, although it didn’t really seem to get them. “Yeah, sorry.” you muttered, curling yourself in the blanket.

“So…, what do we do now? ‘Cause she surely doesn’t look really good and It’s not like we can get blood anywhere, right?” Jesse inquired, and once again there were a couple of seconds of silence.

“She could drink from me.” Ellie suddenly said, and the whole group looked at her with a surprised face and widened eyes, even you.

“No.” you quickly blurted out before any of them could add anything.

“But y/n…” Dina tried and talk you down, but you were quick to turn her down.

“No.” you repeated, harshly this time. “I’m not gonna drink from Ellie nor any of you.” your fangs showed as you stood up, tossing away the blanket and stepping away and towards Ellie’s room. “I’d rather die of thirst first.” and with that, you closed the door.

“y/n, baby, please…” she pleaded. You had heard her talking with the group just a few minutes earlier, they had been coming every morning to ask for and about you. Each day that went by more and more concerned.

It had been almost a week since your last encounter and since you had grounded yourself in her room under the promise that you’d rather die than drink from them. They had even snuck into the hospital and somehow stolen a blood bag and brought it to you, but you yet turned it down, unable to —even though your hunger was tearing you apart—, drink it up. ‘Cause you knew that if you did, whatever that this curse was would be real. You’ve done your research, —well, the group had and you’ve heard— and you knew that you only had a few days to drink human blood to complete the transition and become a full vampire or else you’d die.

You hadn’t left her room since then, —unless you had to make a short trip to the bathroom—, burying yourself in between her sheets, ignoring her every time she tried to make you change your mind.

You were dead. And you’d be in just a couple of days. That’s how it had to be. The natural course of things. Ellie didn’t deserve to be stuck with a leech for the rest of her life —‘cause you knew that she loved you enough to do so if you didn’t walk away—, she deserved someone who was still alive, someone warm, someone who didn’t need to consume human blood to survive and that will live forever. Someone who she could take out without having to hide or be scared to be discovered due to a slip.

She deserved the best she could get. And that wasn’t you. That would never be you anymore.

So you’d wither. You’d sleep. And when the time came, you’d turn back to the dust that you came from.

“Please, look at me.” your heart broke every time she would face you, kneeled on the floor, on her knees and begging for you to just stare at her. But you couldn’t, ‘cause you knew that if you did, if you looked into those beautiful green eyes of hers, you’d give in. You’d listen. You’d let her convince you to drink her blood and live.

And you couldn’t do that to her.

“Baby…” he was desperate. Tears prickling her eyes as she caressed your hair, your hollowed cheeks and prominent cheekbones, warm fingertips against your cold stone skin, which slowly turned into ice. You looked like a living corpse, with thinning hair and the palest skin, which started to show your bones due to starvation.

You could smell the blood on her veins, your stomach turning on itself, urging you to bite down on her wrist and suck. You squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue dampened your chapped grayish lips, fighting off the urge to feed on her, to sink your teeth on her neck, but she saw it, how those little veins below your eyed appeared and your fangs pushed against your bottom lip. She felt like dying along with you with every day that passed by.

“Please, don’t do this to me…” she muttered, unable to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. “Don’t let me lose you again.” she pleaded.

And you couldn’t help to look at her when your ears took in the sound of the droplets falling onto the floor.

And just like every time she looked at you, she took your breath away. You hated it, hated the way she would make you weak on the knees even on this situation, make you want to make up your mind, convince yourself that everything would be fine and that it was right to live beside her.

“Don’t leave me.” she sobbed, making you feel like you’d fall apart right and there. “I need you. I can’t sleep if you are not there for me to hold. I can’t breath of you’re not around. I can’t think, I can’t function if you’re not there.” your cold hand cupped her cheek, making her take a shaky and hurtful breath as you tried and wipe away her tears. “I can’t live without you.”

“You can’t live with me now either.” you whispered, your voice breaking due to the amount of days you’ve stood silent and the dryness of your throat. She shook her head, trying to talk, but you went ahead and cut her off. “I can’t be with you. Not like this. I’m dead Ellie… I’m a monster. I’ll never age with you. If we ever wanted to, we wouldn’t be able to have kids… I’d watch you get older, and die. And I’d still be here, for eternity. An eternity without you. Without the love of my life…” you muttered, unable to hold in your tears any longer. “You need someone that can give you all those thing, Ellie. You deserve it…”

She was shaking her head, needing to tell you that none of that was real. That she loved you the same. That you weren’t a monster. That you both could adopt if you ever wanted a kid. That she’d never be able to find another love. ‘Cause you were it for her.

And she did, she said it all out loud without even realizing it. Pouring her heart out for you to see, For you to take. For you to hold on to.

“I love you. I’ll always love you. I’ll die for you. I’ll find a way to live with you forever. ‘Cause that’s all I ever wanted, an eternity by your side. An eternity that was taken away from me one time. And that now I’d not let get away again. So please… Love me. Choose me. Choose me over all the odds. And if you need to, kill me. ‘Cause either ways, I’d be dead without you.” she said, taking your hand and pushing it against her chest, over her heart. It sounded almost strained, ready to burst, to break in a million places.

You couldn’t. You couldn’t say no. Not when you loved her so much it hurt.

She was quick to held you in between her arms when you gave in, hands gently pulling from you to straddle her lap, chest against chest, tightly pressed against one another. “I’m yours. My blood is yours.” she said, one of her hands softly brushing your hair and guiding you to the crook of her neck, where her pulse pressed against her soft skin. “You can bite me, sweetheart. I’m all yours.” she promised, assuring you that it was okay. That she was okay.

You felt the hunger kick in like a tidal wave, making your skin crawl and your breath shake. You could smell it, almost taste it. Eyes turning red as you neared your lips to her neck, the hand on your hair never faltering, steady, ready. She shivered when your lips brushed against her skin, her head tilting even more to the side to give you all the space you needed.

And before you could realize it, blood was spilling inside your mouth. Warm sweet blood that made you grip her bare shoulders and hum as you sucked. Her fingers dug on your hips, gasping when she felt the pinch of your fangs and droplets of blood slid down her neck and onto her shirt.

“That’s it, baby.” she said, pulling you closer and relaxing against the bed’s headboard. “Take as much as you need.” she muttered, sighing at the new and strangely pleasant feeling of the bite.

She had made herself aware about the fact that it would probably hurt. In the end, her neck was being punctured. But strangely enough, it felt…, nice. Incredible even.

Her head felt all fuzzy. She felt…, high. At least there was no other way to describe it. It was probably an effect of the bite, an aphrodisiac, to soothe the ‘prey’ so they won’t fight as you drank from them.

She felt amazing. And so did you.

Her blood was the best thing you’ve ever tasted. You couldn’t get enough. It made the ache on your body go away, your headache, your dizziness, your weakness… Everything. And left you feeling hungry for more. More of her. Of her touch, of her quickened heartbeat.

Everything seemed too much. But even if it was, you craved more.

“Shit.” Ellie cursed when you grinded yourself down on her lap, making the grip that she had on your hips tighten.

You got away from her neck, blood dripping from the corners of your lips as you stared at her, tongue darting out to clean your bottom lip from the crimson. “Ellie…” you whimpered, smelling the arousal grow underneath her sweatpants. You were burning up.

“Fuck, doll.” her eyes were half-lidded, breath heavy and shaky and lips blushed due to her bitting down on her bottom. “What d’ you do to me?”

“I don’t know…” you whined, unable to stop your hips to rocking against hers, the brushing and jumping against your clit intensified, making your mind all fuzzy. It felt so good…

You looked so hot, with your red eyes and blood tinting your lips. You didn’t looked sick anymore, your hair shining and color blushing your cheeks. You looked as beautiful as the day she lost you. Even more, if that could be possible.

And she needed you so much you were driving her insane.

“You taste so good…” you groaned, going back to her neck, licking up the blood and kissing bruises on her skin, making her tilt her head backwards in a moan when you went back to drinking from her.

“You’re killing me.” she withered underneath you, her hands helping you to rock against her, feeling like if you stopped whatever you were doing she’d die, needing you to keep touching her, licking her neck, using her… She needed you to suck her dry.

“Fuck Ellie, I need you.” the two of you felt so turned on… Probably due to the blood, bite and the connection you already shared. It was as if you were two magnets, two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, meant to be stuck together for eternity.

You needed her to take you, to make you hers, to fuck you ‘till you’d lost your voice. Needed to taste her, to ride her. You wanted everything at the same time. Whimpers leaving your throat at the aching in between your legs, in your bones for her to touch you, to set you on fire with her burning touch.

Your skin grew in goosebumps when she harshly crashed her lips onto yours, the taste of her blood on your lips making her groan, hips jerking up as her hands slid underneath —her— your shirt, warm fingertips against your cold skin, exploring the body she so well knew already.

The kiss was messy, the clashing of your tongues and teeth making it feel primal, as if the only thing there were was the two of you, your sharp nails dug on the neck of her shirt, ripping it apart in a quick movement, teeth biting down on your bottom lip when your blood-shot eyes roamed through her bare chest, which raised with every quick and shaky breath. Her skin was like fire against your cold fingertips.

You shivered when her thumb pulled from your lip, letting it go from your fangs, eyes fixated on your mouth as her tongue dampened her own, begging for another taste. She moaned when your lips brushed her wrist, your hand keeping it in place as you leaned in and bit down on it.

“Shit.” she gasped, her pussy throbbing inside her pants when you moaned against her, ready to bust, arousal soaking her underwear. She swore she could just cum by the feeling of your teeth on her skin. She was on edge.

She looked so beautiful, with blood sliding and pooling on her collarbones and her tits, crimson swollen lips and green blown eyes shining under the moonlight that came through the window of your bedroom.

“You like that?” you teased her, licking the blood off her wrist with a smirk. You could feel just how wet she was, smell her arousal. It made you so wet. Wetter than you had ever been. And you craved her so much you felt like dying.

She groaned, as if she were in pain. “Don’t.”

Her head lolled backwards, your lips leaving blood stain marks on her chest and down her stomach as you lowered yourself and slid down her body, your fangs gracing her skin in playful yet teasing marks that weren’t hard enough to break the skin.

Her fingers laced on your hair when your lips latched to her hip bone, sucking a bruise on her skin, making her moan and buck her hips against your mouth when your tongue traced the print of her wetness from beneath her clothes. “Fuck, baby…”

You hummed, knowing exactly what she needed. What you needed. “Want your pussy, Ellie.” your hands were quick to push down her sweats and underwear, her soaked cunt showing, puffy clit and twitching entrance begging for attention.

Your mouth watered at the sight. The smell of her musk so strong it was driving you crazy. You needed her on your tongue. Needed her to fill your mouth in cum, fuck you stupid…

She let out a raspy moan when your tongue sticked out, tasting and wiping off the slick from her weeping folds, your heightened senses making you hum at the taste. You felt like you couldn’t get enough of it.

Her fingers tugged harder on your hair when your tongue kitten licked her swollen clit, making her tremble, the aphrodisiac effect of the bite making her the most sensitive she had ever been before. You kissed her lips, teeth gently brushing against the sensitive skin, making her moan.

You smirked, eyes meeting hers when you tongue made a long stripe from her clenching hole to her clit, fangs on display and blood on your lips. Her cunt now stained on her blood, what made her twitch. “Such a fucking tease…” she groaned, breath hitching when you suddenly sucked her clit in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. “Fuck!” she almost came on the spot, your own moans vibrating around her, making her head roll backwards.

She looked so hot, your thighs clenched and pushed against each other, trying to find some friction, anything. The needy moans and whimpers that left your throat made the feeling of your mouth, warm against her, heavenly.

“So good…” she praised when you started to earnestly eat her out, your head moving up and down and side to side as you licked her, her hand guiding you, your nose burying in her pubic hair, making your head all fuzzy. You loved giving Ellie head, feeling her slick fill your mouth, loved it when she fucked your face with the purpose to please herself. You loved to be her little toy. “Yeah, just like that, fuck.” it all felt so intense for the both of you, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. “Such a good little girl, letting me fuck your mouth how I want.” your nails dug in her thighs, making her groan. “I’m gonna cum, shit.” she mumbled, her mouth falling open as you sucked harder on her clit, the oversensivity being too much and pushing her straight to the edge. “Fuckfuckfuck!!!” hot stripes of cum filled your mouth as she thrusted against it one more time, keeping you still as she came, groaning in pleasure. And if she weren’t that turned on and needy, she would have been embarrassed by how hard and fast she had cummed, but that didn’t matter, ‘cause you were back on her lap in a blink of an eye.

She was still dripping and throbbing after her first orgasm, and the feeling of your damped panties —since you had gotten rid of the pajama pants she had lent you— against her stomach made her groan. “Ellie…” you whined, feeling yourself about to burst when you rocked your hips against her, your skin burning whenever your bodies made contact. “Touch me please…” you begged, moaning when one of her hands pushed your tee above your head to latch her lips to your chest and tits as the other sneaked inside your panties. “Fuck!” you screamed when you felt her fingertips slowly slide in between your lips, getting soaked by your arousal.

“Too much, baby?” she mocked you, teasing you just like you had, her teeth biting on your nipples as her middle finger played with your clit. “You’re so wet. Did drinking my blood turned you on this much? Or maybe it was having my pussy on your mouth? Did you miss my cum, hm?” you nodded, whimpering as you rocked your hips against her fingers, which now circled your twitching tight hole. “Of course you did.” she cooed, pouting at you and then smirking when your mouth fell open in a silent moan at the feeling of two of her fingers easily sliding in into your soaked cunt. “Look at you, taking my fingers so good…” you were moaning as she thrusted into you, slowly, driving you insane. “I bet I can make you cum with just two of ‘em.” she mumbled against your ear before nipping at your earlobe, picking up her pace. “Do you want it? Want to cum all over my fingers, hm?” you hummed, tilting your head to the side when she started to suck on your neck, the feeling of her lips burning your skin. “Mmh? What was that? Need you to speak louder for me, baby.” a moan left your lips when she curved her fingers, hitting that sweet spot on your gummy walls, the squelch of your juices only making her cunt wetter and your mind dizzier.

“Yes, yes, please Ellie.” you sobbed, hands gripping her shoulders, nails digging on her skin when her free hand surrounded your neck, adding pressure. “Need it. Need it so bad…” you were a mumbling mess, her thumb now pressing against your clit, the coil in your stomach only getting stronger. You felt like you couldn’t breath.

“Good girl.” her fingers now fucking you just like you needed it, faster, deeper, harder, your g spot being hit with every new thrust, what had your legs shaking and moans and whimpers spilling from your swollen lips. Your walls tightened around her digits at her praise, teetering the edge, jumping on her fingers to make them reach deeper inside you, driving you insane. “You gonna cum, baby?” she hummed, loving how desperate you seemed. How wet you were for her, how beautiful your tits bounced with every grind of your hips, how your half-lidded eyes looked at her, full of desire. “Go ahead beautiful, come for me. Cum on my fingers.”

She didn’t have to ask twice, just the sound of her voice making you come the hardest you’ve ever had before. Vision turning white and ears ringing as you gushed all over her fingers, her thumb circling your clit to help you extend and help you ride it out. “That’s it. Give it to me, sweetheart.” you gasped for air as you came down, entrance twitching when her cum covered fingers left you “Look at that…” and found their way to her mouth, licking them clean and tasting you with a hum. “You’re always so sweet for me.” you moaned, making her eyebrows raise. “What is it, baby? Want a taste?” she inquired, and you were quick to pull her in for a wet and needy kiss.

She could taste herself in your mouth and yourself in hers. The mix of both of you making you crave for more, tugging from her as you let yourself fell backwards, making her rest in between your legs, pussy pressed against your sensitive and recently fucked cunt, what made the two of you moan on each other’s mouth. “Shit.” she cursed when you harshly bit down on her lip, her blood mixing in the kiss as you sucked on it, her hips rocking against yours, pussy sliding up and down in between your puffy and soaked folds. “Fuck, doll.” she muttered when your lips latched onto the skin of her neck, humping yourself against her, moaning when your clits bumped against the other.

“Fuck Ellie, fuck me, please… I need you so bad…” you pleaded, sloppy open mouth kisses driving her insane, one of your hands sliding into her hair to tug.

“Fuck, you’re such a greedy slut… I gave you my fingers and yet here you are, begging for my pussy.” she muttered, the hand on your neck tightening as she pushed you against the sheets, pining you down and lifting one of your legs to straddle you. “Look at you, so desperate. Can’t get enough, huh? It’s almost embarrassing.” you whimpered, you could perfectly push her away with your new incredible strength but there was something in her dominance that made you even wetter.

The prey hunting the predator.

“If you want it so bad, why don’t you show me?“ you moaned when her lips sucked a new bruise on your chest, one of her hands reaching down to your clit. “Show me how much you want it. Fuck yourself on my pussy sweetheart.” she nipped on your neck, and in a quick movement you were on top of her, having changed positions in a blink of an eye. Her head fell backwards when you exasperatedly straddled her, lined her up with your soaking cunt and sat down on hers, whimpering at the feeling of her wetness. “Shit, baby.” she let out a breathy groan as your nails dug on her chest.

“E-Ellie...” you shakily breathed out, your whole body shivering at the feeling as you rolled your hips. You felt so… Alive.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Fuck my pussy.” she grunted, the feeling of your soaked cunt against hers making it hard to hold off. She groaned when you sped up, desperately bouncing on her clit, using her to get yourself off. “So pretty jumping on my clit. How ’s it feel, hm?” she smirked when, when you felt her fingers brush away a lock of your hair from your face, you whimpered, eyes on her bloody wrist.

“So good…” you moaned, the smell of her blood making your hips stagger, the need to taste her once more making your skin grow in goosebumps.

“You hungry, baby?” she teased you, whispering, purposely letting the bite mark on her neck show, lingering right in front of your face.

You whimpered when just as you leaned in, fangs painful pushing against your gums ready to bite down on her neck, her hand gripped your neck once again, pushing you onto your back and taking one of your legs to fuck your cunt in earnest.

She was edging you. Starving you from her sweet blood.

“Ellie!” you screamed when when she harshly thrusted against your slick folds, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You always had a hard time taking it like this, at his relentless and merciless pace, the feeling of her clit pushing hardly against yours. But yet, you found pleasure in the pain, in the primal of it all. The neediness in her eyes, the grunts that fell from her lips.

“Yeah, just like that. Fucking take it.” she moaned, her thrusts being so hard the headboard of the bed banged against the wall, probably leaving dents. “Shit, so good.” she slurred, relishing on the babbling mess that you were underneath him. “You like that? Like my pussy, sweetheart?“ she smirked, pushing two of her fingers inside your mouth, making you choke on them, drool spilling down your chin before she’d duck down to kiss you, licking it from your lips.

The sight of your naked body underneath her, the way your tits bounced, the mess of your hair, the tears that started to pool on your eyes… It all only made her pound against you harder, feeling like it could never be enough of the feeling of your cunt against hers, making her grunt.

“Ellie, shit, har—ah—harder!” you begged, your sharp and pointy nails drawing blood from her arms and hips, making her moan.

“Harder?” he inquired, making you shakily nod, lost in your own pleasure. “Like this?” she relished on your high pitched scream when both his hands reached down to grip your hips to start pulling you harder against her clit with every new pound, making your back arch against the mattress with every thrust, your sensitive and throbbing clit being abused over and over again due to the new angle. Your moans only got louder, your voice strained and words being all slurred.

Your voice broke, feeling yourself getting closer to coming for the second time in less than 15 minutes, head lolling to the side. “I’m gon—na, gonna cum!” you somehow managed to babble out, in need of reaching your high.

“You gonna cum?” she smirked, making you moan as she focused on pounding you just how she knew you loved the most. “Gonna cum on my pussy?” you hardly nodded, muttering a string of messy ‘yes’s. “Look at you, so pussy drunk you can’t even talk.” she chuckled, feeling your walls tighten. “Go ahead baby, cum all over my pussy. Want to see that beautiful face of yours fall apart.” one, two, three thrusts more and you were dissolving under her touch, moans slipping from your lips as well as her name as you gushed all over her cunt, your orgasm tearing you apart. “Fuck, that’s it. Shit. ” she muttered, flopping on top of you to continue her relentless thrusts, making you sob due to the overstimulation. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill this greedy pussy of yours so full your tummy will swell up.” you cried out at her words, pulling her closer. “Fuck, bite me…” she begged, precum leaking more and more as he neared the edge. “Bite me, baby, please…” she didn’t have to plead for it, your lips quickly latching to her neck before your teeth sunk into her flesh, fresh blood filling your mouth, what worked the two of you closer to your respective highs. “Shit, I’m cumming!” and with that she came on your cunt, painting your clit and slick folds of the purest white, the feeling making you reach your third orgasm in a row, making your thighs shake and your stomach turn. You whimpered on her neck, her blood spilling and painting your chest and tits.

She continued to thrust against you to help the two of you ride your orgasms as she leaned down and latched to your chest, tongue darting out to lick her own blood out of you skin, what made you cry out.

As you came down from your respective highs, the two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes, trying to calm yourselves down from the mind-blowing and best sex you had ever have in your lives. You shivered when she pulled away, your combined warm loads dribbling from your folds and onto the mattress, her blown out eyes taking the sight of your shaky legs and twitching entrance with a starving gaze. “Shit baby, you did so good for me.” she muttered, biting down on her bottom lip.“Fuck, look at that…” she sighed and a whine left your lips when two of her fingers pushed it all inside, slowly pumping her cum in and out of you with a squelch.

“Ellie!” you tried and push her away, your hands grabbing at her wrists. But soon enough you were a moaning mess, rocking your hips against her fingers, giving in, the overstimulation moving from pain to pleasure. She only smirked, lowering herself ‘till her lips were only inches away from your neck, making you shiver, the contact making your skin grow in goosebumps.

She chuckled at your reaction, her blood staining her white teeth and lips in a malicious smile.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart… I don’t bite.”

@fleshunger 💋🧛‍♀️

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F**k your fav 14 - Threesome

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Summary: It's finally that time, right? Satoru had a plan to finally give you a moment with Suguru. That's why it's finally going to happen...

Warnings: Threesome sex (double penetration)

You were at home with Satoru, and your kisses were getting more and more heated. His touch on your skin felt so hot. You wanted to take a bath together. Together, your bodies would be pressed against each other. You felt like doing it, especially after his hands reached between your legs. You thought he forgot this day was coming. You hoped nothing bad would happen today. Because you couldn't forget that today was supposed to be the day you would have a threesome with Suguru. He was in your house. You knew he was somewhere. Basically, Satoru was supposed to tell him when you were ready to start. He didn't have much to do that day, so he took his time. And unlike you, he was quite calm.

On the way you undressed. When you touched the bathroom door, you were already wet from his fingers prodding your entrance through the fabric. His cock was already half-hard as you felt his hips thrust against you. But when you entered the bathroom, you saw something you didn't expect. Suguru was taking a bath. And you were afraid that if he saw you. Or rather, you were afraid that he would see you. You were only wearing pants and had your hands on the back of Satoru's neck, looking at the steamy shower window.

You wanted to step back so as not to disturb him. But Gojo had other plans. Deliberately doing everything he could to make sounds, he pressed against your body.

Everything was just as he planned. He knew from the beginning that Suguru was taking a shower. And that meant you could start there. After all, no one will bother you anyway. Threesome in the shower? Maybe if you wanted?

But he preferred to take care of everything when you were all almost naked, and invite Suguru to join you. So the moment he took a shower was perfect.

"Satoru –." you murmured softly to tell him to change your position, but he started kissing you, and suddenly he slapped your ass with his open hand, causing a hard slapping sound.

You moaned into his mouth, pushing a little to get out of the bathroom.

"Let's go– mm!"

"Do you really think I don't know that you're doing this on purpose?" He said this as he turned off the water, leaving the cabin. He tied a towel around his hips.

"Suguru." You said it with a small blush.

You didn't do it on purpose! It's Satoru! It is his fault! You didn't want to disturb him while he was taking a bath!

"Now that you've finished showering... Come to the bedroom right after you dry off!" Satoru suddenly called, throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bed, laying you there with a devilish smile.

Ripping off your pants, he started playing with your entire body.

"Mochi, do you think you can take both of us?" the white-haired man asked you, kissing your breasts as he rubbed your clit.

With small grunts, you considered answering him. Because you have no idea. And you enjoy watching Satoru moan as he lies beneath Suguru, taking his length while the pink cock dangles between his legs or rests on his stomach. Satoru loves watching Suguru's cock disappear into your tight pussy. And he also loves to fuck you. Watching you moan as he stood next to you was beautiful.

It wasn't a bad thing that he recorded a short video when you weren't looking.

This was another difference between Gojo and Geto. Gojo was disturbing your privacy. He was everywhere, invading your space.

"I don't know what exactly... Ah..." you moaned as he inserted his fingers into you.

"Answer me, darling. Because I know you can do it." he asked, quickly pushing his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace.

This caused your thighs to move against his hand to gain more friction. Basically, the faster you come, the wetter you will be. This means that it will be easier for you to endure hard fucking. Even though you both could fuck right now and wait for him to come, Satoru prefers to prepare you for what's coming. Oh, what's going to happen here is going to be the wildest.

"Everything that happens here will be for us." He laughed, lifting you by your legs and sitting you on his thighs. He lifted your hips to insert his cock into you.

Satoru's tip brushed against your entrance, and he pushed your body down too quickly, sighing loudly into your boyfriend's shoulder. Satoru sighed, feeling your walls around him.

You glanced sideways at Suguru who had just entered the room at that moment, clearly watching Satoru's balls press against your body as you sat on him.

"We're already waiting for you to join." Satoru purred, moving your hips up and down.

"So good. I didn't know you guys would be like little whores." He laughed.

You saw him close the door sharply and turn the lock. Does this mean that he prevents you from escaping? What the fuck is going on here?! What is this??! What's going on here?! You feel more like you're about to get raped by a beast than like you're about to have a threesome! But it basically means the same thing with these two...

Satoru and Suguru... This kind of thing is normal for them...

As you ground your hips, moving your body on the cock, you were suddenly grabbed by your arms.

"You really did this on purpose to start this game, right?" he whispered into your ear, lightly biting your earlobe.

"Yup."

"I... I don't!” you whined, holding Suguru's hand in yours.

"So this was Satoru's plan?" he chuckled. Then he whispered in your ear. "But I know you like this turn of events too. You're just afraid to admit it. You want to be fucked, right?"

Yes, you want. Especially when he said it in such a voice... And now you're sure that Satoru participated in this to tell him exactly what you like. Even before, you couldn't imagine that Suguru's voice could excite you so much!

"Suguru." Gojo exclaimed, handing him something, one hand on your hip, pushing you down his cock. "Until you are completely hard, you have her ass. Maybe she'll be more used to it?"

"Huh?!" You moaned, looking at his blue eyes full of lust and amusement.

The only double penetration you had was Satoru's cock and a dildo! But it wasn't the other guy! Moreover, you have to take two penises of this size?! How?!!

But you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to this threesome.

You were supposed to say whether you agreed or not right after you had sex with Suguru. You were so distracted and soft after two orgasms that when they asked you about it, you didn't understand what was happening around you.

And you agreed. Because it was so good.

Your mind swirled around the memory of a beautiful feeling. This sex was very pleasant. You loved this feeling. And your perverted part of your mind then spoke for you. And knowing that a threesome could be a combination of two very pleasant experiences, you agreed.

And now you felt lubricated fingers opening your ass to then press into you.

It wasn't the first time you had a cock in your pussy and fingers in your ass. To be honest, Satoru likes to try everything. The important thing is that you agree. Or he has a feeling that you will agree to it. Just like this moment.

While you were cuddled up to Satoru, you lay on his chest, waiting for what was about to happen. And when you lay there completely, with your ass sticking out, you knew it was about to happen.

You'll soon be stuffed to the brim with cocks...

Suguru and Satoru didn't mean to hurt you. After all, you were close to them. They didn't mean to hurt you. But just like Satoru, who knows the limits of your body, Suguru didn't know that. That's why he was even more gentle when he put the condom on his semi-hard penis. And he began to press into you, clearly listening to how your body reacted. He listened to your sounds and also tried to feel all the tremors of your body. Not to hurt you. It was a really good move to enter you before he was at his maximum size. It's certainly easier for yourself now. Besides, when he has an erection completely, he will already be inside you, and it will be easier for you to get used to him.

"You okay?"

"Mhm..." you muttered, your face pressed into Satoru's shoulder.

You were wet. And you also didn't fight the feeling of them being inside you. You let them move inside you. You let them feel pleasure inside you, knowing that they would make you feel good.

Your buttocks were pressed against Suguru's hips as he began to move, and you moaned as he became bigger.

You did so well. You were so incredibly tight. Now much more than before. The fact that you are filled on both sides shows what you experience perfectly. You're so tight, but you're taking it so well. The movements of two lengths inside you make them feel good too. They don't even have to move hard to feel like they're in a phase of ecstasy.

However, they liked to play a little rougher.

Satoru started thrusting into you from below, hitting your wet pussy harder. Not to be left behind, Suguru began to move into you faster.

The way it looked from a different perspective was probably strange. Maybe even sexy.

You, bent over, lying on the chest of the only man. Your hips are positioned so that he can easily push into you. You lay there while two cocks spread your poor holes.

"T-oru...."

"Don't you sound so sweet? You make beautiful sounds when you take two cocks!"

And you expected that they did it on purpose.

They giggled to let you know they liked it.

While your face is completely fucked and you moan with tears in your eyes at the intensity.

You wanted to cum. The strange feeling was mostly pleasant. You were held by two sexy men who were taking care of the lower half of your body. They were beautiful, and their bodies felt so good. That's why you wanted to cum. You wanted to put your body on the line of orgasm so that they could give it to you in a moment.

But Suguru suddenly backed away, lightly slapping your ass.

You let out a disappointed moan, looking at him with sad eyes. Horny, sad puppy?

And then you were even more disappointed when Satoru did the same, backing away. Taking you off his cock.

"Don't worry, baby." He said it with a smile. You stopped worrying about not having an orgasm a bit when he said that. But still...

Suguru removed you from your boyfriend, kissing your neck a little before placing you on the warm spot where Satoru lay. Your back touched the soft bed, and your legs were spread out. And they both stared at your dripping juices.

Satoru handed Suguru the bottle of lube again while he removed the condom.

They must have given each other some silent signal about changing positions. Because you didn't hear them say anything. Or your mind is only focused on pleasure. Both options were possible.

The fact that they switched places like that meant only one thing...

Your pussy was filled with Satoru's cock once again. And you enjoyed being filled. And Satoru was lying on top of you, kissing you passionately. While Suguru poured lube down his length and onto Satoru.

Even though this time they weren't playing rock, paper, scissors to find out who was on top, they figured it out. Satoru is too jealous to let Suguru be the only one who has a dick or hands on his girlfriend. That's why he prefers to fuck you while Suguru towers over him.

It was good enough for him to agree to it.

So you lay on your back with your legs spread wide to the sides as the dark-haired man held one of your knees. Above you was Gojo, who was panting against your neck, pushing lightly into your body. Shaking. And behind him was Suguru kneeling, holding one hand on his hip, and pushing into him, giving him double sensations.

You can come just by fucking your pussy. Because of the pressure your warm walls provide, but you can also cum from another cock pounding into you from behind, sliding over the sweet spot that feels so good. Both could have made him come. And combined together, they were giving him too much pleasure. He loved this feeling. And that's probably what he really meant when he thought about threesomes. It felt so good, but overwhelming.

To have such an intimate moment with the two most important people to him? That's it.

Even though the next few minutes passed, he groaned loudly, biting your shoulder and filling you to the brim with his seed. As Suguru continued to hit his hips, causing his length to move, you came, your walls sucking in the white-haired man's softening, sensitive length..

Grunting, Suguru came, thrusting a few last times before pulling out of the white-haired man, watching his cum leak out slightly. It was the same with Satoru. He pulled out of you to see a large amount of his cum flowing from your quivering hole.

"Round two?" He asked, patting your thigh.

Maybe let him decide first what his favorite type of sex is?

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Remember: English grammar is a lot different than German grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Trigger warnings: yandere, kinda forced relationship

Pairings: Yandere! Bakugou x f! Reader

False Hopes

It was a typical autumn day. The green leaves have changed color: yellow, orange, red and dry brittle brown. One by one, they leave the tree, leaving it naked and bare. The sun starts to disappear behind the horizon, behind the thickening clouds, showing the world its last rays of sunshine for the slowly ending day.

She also says goodbye to the couple, who are enjoying a date at the young man's house.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised. When you told me to come, I didn't expect anything like this. Especially not from you," she says, a sly grin on her lips.

He copies her grin as he speaks, "It wouldn't be a surprise if you could have guessed it."

"True, True," she says and sits down. The covered table is bursting with romance. Romance that she only knows from books.

Who would have thought that she would be one of the lucky ones to get such a dream come true?

"Do you like it?" he asks, his eyes reflecting a hint of nervousness. Hers are sparkling, looking directly into his, seeing right through him.

"Who knows?" she teases him. However, he can see right through them as well and reads the actual answer from her eyes.

His heart beats faster, drops of sweat run down his forehead, and his foot hurriedly taps the ground. His gaze drifts to his plate. Each time, she triggers these overwhelming feelings in him.

From the first time he saw her, the first time he spoke to her, and the first time he touched her.

At first, he hated this attraction and these new feelings, but now he finds himself thirsting for more and more of it... demanding.

He wants more, needs more.

Not seeing her makes him starve.

His gaze wanders back to her.

Ba-dum

Should he dare?

She feels the same, why should she object to that?

The sun has now been swallowed up by grey clouds. A light drizzle patters against the window.

"Bakugou..."

"Huh?"

"What are we to each other?"

He raises an eyebrow, leans back, and crosses his arms.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what's our relationship status? We always do so much together and I feel like there's more to it than just friendship."

Oh.

Friendship?

He laughs.

"Friendship? You saw us as friends?"

Her gaze becomes uncertain, her smile fades.

"All the dates, this here... Did you really think I would do this for simple friends?"

"No, but-"

He gets up abruptly, interrupting her.

In the meantime, the rain has become stronger and the heavy drops clank loudly against the window.

"You're my girlfriend, of course," he says, walking up to her.

Her body tenses as he stands directly in front of her seated form. He looks terrifying, gives her a feeling of...

Fear.

Fear? From Bakugou? Her crush?

Her heart beats faster, drops of sweat run down her forehead, and her foot hurriedly taps the ground. Her gaze drifts to her plate.

Ba-dum

The food is cold.

"Look at me!" he says, his voice deep, vibrating with anger and disappointment. She flinches, looks at him slowly. He sees her fear.

"You're my girlfriend," he repeats. "Whether you like it or not."

Her mouth opens.

...

But nothing comes out of it.

His hand moves in her direction. She leans away, falls, but supports herself in time.

With trembling legs, she stands up and both stare at each other.

BA-DUM

BA-DUM It's instinct that she runs away. She didn't even think about it. From the living room into the narrow hallway.

He follows her, slowly.

She grasps the door handle and pushes it down.

There is lightning, then thunder. Outside, there is a strong storm.

Yes, things like her dreams only exist in books.

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dre6ming · 8 months

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Kissing in the rain

The delicate beginning rush-imagine

More of my work: Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem singer/actress reader

Warning: sexual content, sex (piv) fingering, kissing, mentions of bodily fluids, fluff

Plot: Austin wakes you up in the middle of the night to take you on a rainy adventure that ends in a steamy way

Word count: 2700

"Wake up!" I feel the soft touch of a warm hand on my back and then a little tug and shake as Austin gently tries to wake me up. It's pitch black in the room and I was sleeping so soundly I can't come up with a reason for him waking me up, so my brain goes straight to fight or flight. ,my eyes are not used to the dark just yet, so I blink fast trying to shed any trace of sleep. "Shh it's ok, nothing's wrong, Y/n baby!" He assures me, stroking my hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.

As my heart calms from the sudden panic I had felt, I turn around to better see him. "Are you ok?" My voice sounds hoarse and my lips are dry. I make the shape of Austin in the moonlight and see him faintly smile, shaking his head. "I'm ok darling, but look!" His right hand cups my cheek and he slowly turns my head to look at the windows. The first thing I notice are the ever shining lights of New York City, but then my eyes focus on the small droplets of rain and then my ears pick up the soft taping of water against the glass. I smile brightly, I love rain, it's my favorite thing, this must be the reason why I was having such a good sleep. "Get dressed!" Austin tells me, putting a pile of clothes in my lap and getting up without another word. He leaves the room before I can ask anything.

I put on the simple miss matched sweat pieces, I can literally see him in my head, fumbling around my closet trying to pick the perfect combination of a sweater and sweatpants, but ultimately failing badly. I brush my hair out and take a look in the body length mirror, laughing one more time at the dark pink pants with the light blue sweater. Before I go find him, I add some of my favorite lip balm in hopes of maybe getting rid of the dry lips.

"Austin?" I call out to him, immediately being met with the small kitten he got for me a few weeks ago after our first big fight. "Hi dandy" I pick up dandelion and stroke her soft white fur, she really looks like a dandelion. "Here, put on the rain coat." Austin tells me, handing it to me, a boyish smile on his lips. "What's happening?" I ask putting the cat down and dressing. "Shoes!" He's not telling me anything and the mystery makes my blood pump faster.

"Come on!" Austin puts his hand out and I take it. Now as I walk hand in hand with him to the elevator I take a look at him, he's wearing those ungodly grey sweatpants and his favorite long sleeve cotton shirt under his dark blue rain coat. "Phone!" I say as the elevator doors close and he pulls me back. "You won't need it." He says hugging me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder for the time it takes to get to the garage level. "I love you!" I say as we step out and he stops mid-step to look at me. "I love you too, my darling!" He leans down and touches his lips to mine, just a ghost of a kiss that leaves me wanting more.

"Come on!" Austin walks to my Jeep. "My car?" He giggles. "As much as I hate to admit, it's best for this weather." He clarifies, opening the passenger door for me. "So no Russian roulette tonight?" I ask quirking a brow at him referring to that time Timmy told Austin, riding shotgun with me was like Russian roulette, you never know how my driving could go. "I'd rather not tonight." He laughs at my joke, leaning over me to buckle my seat belt. His hand rests on my thigh, squeezing softly, as his blue eyes look into mine. "I trust you, but I don't want to ruin the surprise!" He says honestly, brushing some of my hair back with the hand that's not on my leg. "I know!" I say touching his face.

Austin then gets in the drivers seat, turning on the car and the heating at the same time. My eyes almost bulge out as I see the time 2:30 am. He rests his right hand on my thigh as he drives and the slow stroke of his hand, up and down my leg is all I can think about and suddenly when his hand goes so high it almost touches my core, the car feels to hot and I jump up, turning the heating down. Austin takes his hand off to switch gears and I curse the fact that I drive stick. The little whine that goes past my lips, is noticed by him and I see the corner of his mouth turn up right as his eyes watch me briefly. "Something wrong?" Oh he thinks he's so smug. "N-no." I say and wish that it sounded a bit more confident. "Ok" is all his says and I wait for his hand back on my leg, but it doesn't come and I try to not seem so bothered by looking out the window.

The rain started thickening, bigger and faster droplets of water fall from the sky and as much as I love him I kinda wish I was in my bed right now. Somehow I must of dozed off, because I try to wake up as I feel the car come to a stop. Looking at the clock it's 3:15 am so we drove for some time. I look out and I don't recognize anything. It looks like we are at the edge of a forest so we are clearly outside of the city. Did Austin finally go crazy and decided to kill me in the forest? I mean it's not unheard of. "I'm not going to kill you!" His voice startles me.

"How-?" I ask blushing. "I just know you and your weird little brain." Austin tells me, taking one of my hands in his. "Remember when we watched the notebook?" I nod, remembering the crying mess I was during the entire movie. "Well you said "kissing in the rain looks so hot" and I thought, when is it gonna rain next, cause I'm definitely kissing my girl in the rain." I'm shocked that he paid attention to my ranting during the movie and that he actually took me seriously. I shouldn't be tho, cause this is Austin and this is exactly who he is, the sweet loving boyfriend that listens and plans ahead.

"Come on. Take the rain coat off, we are going for the full effect." He says, starting to undress and I do the same, coming out of the car at the same time as him, impatient. "Let's dance." He extendes his hand out and I take it. I feel the rain soak through my clothes and turning my hair to a mushy mess. Austin let the headlights on so we could see, which makes the rain look like sparkling gems falling around us. I follow his lead, looking up at the sky, seeing the water shine in the light.

"I I loved you in secret

First sight yeah we love without reason

Ohh 29 years old, how was I to know"

He sings softly, spinning me in the falling rain. I move my body with his and hold tight onto him, placing my chin on his shoulder as he sings, his voice so soothing. His hands hold my waist tightly and carefully roam down my figure, sneaking under my sweater, cold fingers touching my flaming skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I shudder in his hold and turn my head to catch his lips in a kiss. It's sloppy and wet and hot and cold and divine and everything, it's life. My hands move to his wet hair, fingernails scratching at his scalp, pulling moan after moan from his lips.

Suddenly he pulls away, looking at me with his eyes on fire, pupils blown with lust. "Baby, I-" he licks his lips, pausing. "I can't-" he starts again but he stops. His hands squeeze me harder and I push my body against his, feeling through the wet clothes the bulge in his pants. "I want you! I love you!" I say, wiping away drops of water from his rosy cheeks. "Ok. Are you sure?" He asks again and I answer by kissing him and pushing my hips against his. "Ok, car now!" He growls and we rush to get in the back seat. Thank god we took the Jeep, we wouldn't have had the space in his Audi.

Austin gets in first, reaching between the seats and turning off the headlights. "We wouldn't want anyone to see, would we?" He winks at me and I giggle blushing. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I straddle him. Austin waists no time taking off my wet sweatshirt, his following close behind. My naked nipples sit hard against his warm chest and his hands find purchase around my breasts. He looks down at the way they fit so perfectly in his hands. "I love you, so much!" He whispers, giving my breasts a good squeeze, making me unconsciously press my clothed core onto him and grind on him, throwing my head back to moan. "Austin!" I sigh as his mouth takes a hardened peak in, swirling his hot tongue over my tender flesh.

He takes his time kissing up my torso and my neck, then my lips. I sigh against his plush lips and feel him lift his hips up, taking off his sweatpants and underwear at once. I feel his erection against my tummy and suddenly the burn between my legs gets so bad I can't take it anymore. I jump off of him, working my sweats off as he takes himself in his right hand, stroking himself. His Addam's apple bops up and down, his pleasure filled eyes watch me undress. "I don't have a condom so I have to pull out, ok?" Austin tells me as I climb back onto him.

I just got my first birth control shot a week ago and I haven't told him yet, but I'll just keep it a secret for just the right time. "Sure" I say breathless, drunk on pleasure. My wet pussy makes context with his throbbing cock and I'm lost completely. One of his hands stays on my hip as the other goes between us and between my legs. Austin groans feeling how wet I am and his fingers venture further, circling my hole. "I'll just open you up a bit, ok?" He tells me and I nod, moaning as two fingers enter me at once, scissoring inside me and stroking the place that makes me go livid. I move against his fingers, fucking myself on his hand as he watches through hooded eyes the way his fingers get lost inside me.

"Such a good girl, fucking your self on my fingers, just how you like it. Hmmm so wet for me, so tight, so warm." He praises me, and I feel the bubble of my orgasm building up. Austin knows me so well, that he feels the change in me and stills me using the hand resting on my hip. I whine and show displeasure as he pulls his fingers out before I can cum. "I know honey, I know." Austin soothes me. "Please!" I sound pathetic, but I don't care.

Austin let's out a breathy laugh that ends in a moan, when his swollen head touches my warm wet pussy. Using one hand he placed himself at my entrance, holding my hip to stop me from sinking down onto him. "Slow, ok? I don't want to hurt you." He tells me, helping me down on him, slowly, inch my inch. When my bum touches his thighs and I'm all the way down, it feels like he's in my stomach. It feels so full. "Oh god, so tight all the time, fuuuck!" He swears throwing his head back.

Both of his hands go to my hips and he starts moving me up and down, it's devine, each time I come down his head nudges just the right spot making me shake. "Faster!" I say breathless needing more. "Fuck" Austin let's out, before his hips start moving up to meet mine. I brace myself on his shoulders and catch his lips in a kiss, grunting and moaning in his mouth. One of his hands let's go of my hips and goes to my clit, circling it teasingly.

I feel the knot in my belly about to burst. "Cum inside me!" I breathe, biting his ear as I start contracting around him, my orgasm building up fast. "N-no condom honey.." Austin reminds me and I intentionally squeeze around him, causing his thrusts to lose pace for a moment. "I'm on birth control, started this week, I get the shot." His blue eyes look at me begging, searching to see if I'm joking or if I'm serious. I nod and shut my eyes tightly as I feel myself so close to coming. "Cum for me Austin, come inside me." His hand goes from my hip to the seat in front of us and his movements get faster and sloppier as he teases my clit. "Fuuck!" We both sigh as we cum at the same time. My vision darkens at the edges and I feel euphoric, like I never have before.

"Y/n? Baby? Are you ok?" Austin sounds concerned, but I'm so comfortable here in his arms, with my eyes closed. His fingertips touch my spine traveling up to stroke the back of my neck and then massage my wet scalp. The feeling of my cold wet hair against my hot skin wakes me up. I lift my head from his chest, and look at him, with hooded eyes. "You're so beautiful like this!" He tells me cupping my face, kissing the tip of my nose. "Thank you, you're beautiful too!" I say sleepy, yawning half way through. Austin laughs, shaking us both and I feel him soften inside me. "Can we stay like this forever?" I ask, hoping he'd say 'yes'.

He chuckles, gathering my wet hair in a ponytail at the back my head. "I wish, but we'd probably get pneumonia if we don't get dressed soon." I whine and cuddle further into him, enjoying his warmth. "I know baby, I love being this close to you too, but I think we should get home now." I nod defeated and he helps me up and off of him. The loss of him, leaves me empty and I look down to see our juices combined. Following my eyes, Austin curses looking at the mess we made, so he leans forward to grab the tissue box that I keep in my car, first taking his time to clean me as he peppers kisses over my chest and abdomen while I giggle from the ticklish feeling, drops of water falling from his damp hair. I tangle my hand in the mess of blonde locks and shake, making more water fall on my skin. "We won't get home soon if you keep like this." He warns, a taint of amusement in his voice.

"I wouldn't mind." I tease and Austin simply shakes his head, cleaning himself next. I start dressing so I keep my eyes away from the sweet temptation that is his body. And let me tell you, putting on wet, cold clothes is horrible, simply horrible.

After we make sure we are both decent and ok, we get out of the car, the rain has stopped by now. We get back in the front seats. I look out the window as we drive through the loud city, my fingers interlocking with his. I give his hand a squeeze 3 times and he responds by doing the same, our way of saying "I love you!"

"Thank you Austin!" I say to him, later when we are in the shower. His face softens and his eyes get watery. "Anything for you, my girl, my soul, my Y/n!" Austin confesses, hugging me tight and I close my eyes feeling at home. "My home!"

A/n: I know lately my blog has been lacking but this summer I really took the time to relax and work on myself, seeing as next year of college will be way harder than the last, this theme might last and post might come very inconsistently. So I want to thank you all for sticking around and reading, I love you!

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miniversse · 1 month

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⭑“silhouette” pt.1⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS

⭑ changbin x female reader

⭑ content includes: mentions of sex, mentions of smoking, non-idol changbin, non-idol reader, unestablished relationship, reader is a stalker?, convo heavy

⭑ note: guys, i’m obsessed with this one so much. part 2 is gonna have all the juicy stuff you look for sooo make sure you read this one first! just for ease, the window reader watches is across her, so imagine a street separating the buildings. enjoy!

⭑ minors dni

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the view of the second floor window was burned into your mind, and so were all his silhouettes. whether it was a marlboro between his fingers, a beer in his hand, or a girl in his arms. you saw it all. whether he was changing, he was crying, or he was working. you saw it all.

you knew his name - changbin - from the pleasureful moans of his one night stands. you knew his age - 24 - from the balloons his friends brought to him as a suprise. he worked from dusk till dawn, typing and talking to himself until the birds chirped. you stayed up with him untill the lights of his room were dim and he became silent. your life was more of him than you, admiring his every move, every glance, every smile. 24/7.

when his mind was foggy and he sat by the window sill to light a cigarette, you’d sit up on your bed calling out his name, but it was only in your mind. your exchanged glances was the only connection between you two. his eyes glared into yours for what felt like forever, taking in your presence. but you wanted more: you wanted to hear him speak, to come down to face you, to hold you in his arms like all the other girls he held, to acknowledge more than your presence.

“why aren’t you asleep?” his voice punched the dense and quiet night, knocking you out of thought. his knees were brought up to his chest, face turned to observe your sleepless movements on the bed. you bring your head out of the window, forcing words out your dry throat.

“i.. i just don’t feel tired” you didnt need to shout for him to hear you, the neighbourhood honored this moment and kept quiet.

“me either.” he let his mouth wrap around his 2nd marlboro this night, the smoke fading into the starry sky.

he continues to speak. “its funny how the night seems to stretch on when you’re lost in thoughts”

“whats on your mind?” you ask him, wondering what someone perfect like him would be worried about.

“just… life, work, the future, whats after the future”

you lay down on your bed so that your head rests on the window sill, tilting your head to observe him. his muscular body peeking through his tight shirt and thick framed glasses complimented his serene beauty. you were tired of observing his life, rather you wanted to be in it. and this was your sole opportunity to step into his world.

“would you like some company? im not getting sleepy anytime soon” your mouth trembles on the last words, worried about his response. he hops back down into his room and and puts on a jacket, peeking his head up so you can see a bit of him.

“i’ll be there, open the door for me” and with that, the windows are shut and his room turns dark.

you squirm out of bed, racing to put everything back into place. your heart beats faster with every footstep he took closer to you. you’ve always imagined things thinking it would never happen, but it’s caught up now and you’re frantically throwing clothes into your closet and turning on candles to mask the smell of the cigarettes.

a ring at your door brings you at an abrupt halt. you approach the door to finally get to experience what you’ve always watched, maybe he’ll have you in his arms tonight to keep his mind occupied. his figure covered the lights of the hallway. he smiled at you, trying to avert your gaze from his body.

“can i come in?”

“y-yeah sure” you move to the side, watching him take his shoes off and walk in.

“so this is where you spend your time watching me?” he laughs at his remark, turning to face you again. you were at a loss of words. you couldn’t say no because that would be lying, and you couldn’t say yes because it’s awkward to admit. so you kept quiet, looking into his dark and dreamy eyes. he sits down on the couch, waiting for you to do the same.

“would you like anything to drink?”

“it’s alright, trying to limit my alcohol intake” you nod at his response, moving to sit next to him and turning your head to face him at any chance you got. the silence got longer and heavier, but you tried to open up conversations that ended unsuccessfully.

“it feels different having you here”

“in a good way, i hope” he chuckles

“definitely. i needed a distraction from all these thoughts i’ve been having”

he furrows his eyebrows with concern, turning his body to yours.

“what’s up? you can tell me.”

those 6 words were the key to your overflowing heart, and you felt like pouring everything out to him.

“it’s just that i went through a rough relationship about a year ago, and my ex back in town to torment me.” it’s all you could vocalize without having tears form in your eyes. through the blur in your eyes, you notice how his gaze falls to your lips for a rather long time. his thumb moves to your eyes, wiping off the forming tears.

“hey… don’t cry.” you felt bad for the awkward position you put him in, so you wipe your tears off and smile at him.

“it’s ok, i’ll find a way to torment him back”

his fingers now trace down your cheek and and to your chin, bringing it closer to his face. you never really got to admire his features until now. his face was smooth and warm to the eye, eyes always telling something. he brings his mouth to your ear, brushing it with his upper lip.

“i can help” your body shudders at his remark, and again when his lips lock into yours. it felt like you’ve been doing this with him forever, your youngest intertwining and gliding with ease. you occasionally bite at his lower lip, bring him closer into you and wrapping your arms around his neck. it felt unreal, and you only became greedy for more. he pulls back gently and looks back into your eyes, his mouth parts to speak.

“what’s your name? i need to know before it becomes the only thing leaving my mouth”

PART 2

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your-nanas-house · 1 year

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Behind the walls of Knebworth House

◇ Pairing: Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) X rich fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: Joe, "obsession", kisses, make out session, dry humping, jealousy

◇ Summary: Lady Y/n finds herself with Joe at Knebworth House.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

As soon as Joe set foot in Knebworth House, he found himself engrossed as if in another era because of its decidedly Victorian appearance and smelling of wealth.

The music resonated in the nearby room to which Lady Phoebe had led him and in which all the other guests were already enjoying the party, accepting the alcohol and finding themselves going along with the game that the gorgeous rich woman had proposed to play. Looking for Kate Joe left the room, finding himself alone with someone else he had met that very day, Lady Y/n, Lady Phoebe's sister. She was quite different from her sister, more reserved, somewhat mysterious and introverted but definitely attractive.

There was simply a fascinating aura surrounding her that attracted Joe in a way no one had ever done, her y/e/c eyes spoke more than a thousand words and her mouth communicated even more to him.

That evening she was wearing a ravishing, delicate pink dress that showed off her curves perfectly and managed to give a peek of what was hidden under it, not too much just enough to tease and make you want more, unfortunately it was covered by a coloured fleece that the young girl was wearing to cover herself up as she was leaning against the wall looking out the window with a blank stare.

Joe approached silently, stopping beside her before hinting a polite smile in her direction and opening his mouth shortly after "I'm assuming you're not the killer if you're out here too" she shifted her gaze, smiling softly as she snorted in amusement as she lowered her gaze "I can assume the same about you".

These were the only words exchanged before silence fell again, their eyes met again and they remained so fixed, Y/n's expression was indescribable, you couldn't tell what she was thinking despite Joe trying to read her the best he could just as if she was a book but the English Lady was a closed book at that moment as she looked at him as if she was studying him or just watching in silence.

The silence remained for a few minutes then Y/n slowly moved, removing her hands from her pockets, hinting an almost frivolous smile as she walked away looking back as if she wanted him to follow her which he did.

Joe followed the new closed book he had found and met that night, to a room, entering only to look around confused because he was not seeing her anywhere; confusion soon turned to surprise as he felt two hands grab his shoulders and push him onto a soft surface which he discovered was a bed. Y/n was standing in front of him looking down at his body as she slowly sat on his lap moving her arms over his shoulders to hug his neck.

Joe's hands ended up on her hips as she threw off the fleece she had been wearing earlier to cover herself, their bodies were pressed together as she left kisses on his neck, down his jaw and then to his ear, taking his earlobe between her teeth before whispering "there's something dark about you, I can feel it, Mr Moore" she pushed his chest causing him to lie back down quickly. Their gazes were still meeting as his hips began to move slowly against hers, Joe felt his trousers tighten and he began to breathe more labouredly "and I have a big fat weakness for these things".

Her voice rang like honey in Joe's ears as he failed to respond to deny the fact that there was something dark inside him, her hips moved faster seeking more friction, Lady Y/n's now uncovered clit continued to rub perfectly against the bulge hidden by his pants.

Their breaths became more heavy, becoming almost one, Y/n caught Joe's lower lip with his teeth and tugged seductively, making Joe lose himself first in her y/e/c eyes and then in the passion that drove them both to spend the whole night together.

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ange1princess · 2 years

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Where do you want me❔

Summary ❕ Where's the wildest place they've had sex.

Ft. ❕ Gn!reader x Diasomnia (Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek)

CW❕MDNI, sexual content, sub(?) Reader and bottom reader, exhibitionism, one spank, that's literally all. All characters in this are 18+

A/N❕Sorry Malleus' is so short oml i didn't even realise T_T but anyways Reblogs always appreciated!! Also not proofread :P

Kofi ❕ Masterlist

❕MALLEUS❕

‣ Not one for too much risk, it was in your bedroom at ramshackle the only difference is he fucked you against a huge window.

"Do you like this, my beloved?" He says as he pounds into you while looking down at the people walking by, the thrill of being seen or caught being fucked by possibly the strongest person on campus has you clenching around him, pleading him to go faster and harder. Your answer comes out as a whimper, pushing yourself against him in sync.

You don't know how much the poor, possibly weak glass pane could handle. But you didn't care, not when your brains foggy and the only thought in there is the need for his cum to fill you up, hoping someone catches you being claimed by the horned prince.

❕LILIA❕

‣ Oh he likes risk, because what's life without it, right? (Ok immortal.) In the air. I'm sorry you cannot look at me and tell me he wouldn't, birds eye view as you're over everyone he can show off two things like this, both his strength, and you! (Yes I'm a firm believer in him having wings in his true form and being able to fly <3)

"Look! There's Ace and Deuce, looks like they're looking for someone~ hm, what if it's you darling?" He chuckles as the both of you start drifting towards them, not close enough to be spotted too obviously, but close enough that if they tried hard, they'd definitely catch you. You bite down on the side of his neck to muffle the moan that threatens to bubble out of you.

"I know you can't keep it in any longer sweetheart, let go, let them see who you belong to," he whispers, his voice coming out steady, unlike yours which just comes out as a whine. "Don't think I haven't seen how the blue one looks at you, maybe we should give them a show?" You clench at the thought. Something about having Duece see you this hot and bothered, tongue lolling out of your moth as you throw your head back, makes you want more. The possessive lilt in Lilias voice only egging you further.

❕SILVER❕

‣ Nothing too special, the two of you went to a music festival and ended up fucking on an empty stage with an audience around you, but dw no one remembers much because everyone was either too tired or too stoned, good for you guys.

He's lost in the pleasure, he either doesn't care or doesn't see the group of people eyeing the two of you with unbridled hunger in their eyes as you cry out for him to move faster, your body moving according to his whim. Your back is arched, your ass in the air as the waves of your skin seem amplified by the strength of his thrusts. He leans over, his chest flush against your back as he whispers in your ear, "Look them in the eye," he's talking about the people in the crowd. Something bubbles up in his chest, is it pride? Is it arrogance? It can be either, signified by his self satisfied, smug smile.

You do as he says, you just want to cum at this point, and you know if you don't listen to him, he'd edge you or worse, leave you high and dry. So you stare into the eyes of a random stranger, your mouth opening to let out a wanton moan, your jaw going slack just like your body. You were close, you knew it but you can't cum, not yet, not till he gives you the go. "You did so well, go ahead, cum for me," that's all the permission it takes for you to come undone, you didn't even take into account the multiple people with hands down their pants trying to relieve themselves whilst watching.

❕SEBEK❕

‣ Another that's not one to go too further from tradition. But one time he got really hard during a meeting because you kept teasing him and had to excuse the both of you do that he could bend you over and make you see stars in the room next to it which had a one way mirror, aka you can see the other's having a meeting but they can't see you.

You can't help but look back at Sebek, your neck craning as you see his face scrunched up, trying to keep his cool although it's getting harder by the second. He's bent you over the glass table, the cool glass of the table giving solace to your heated skin. "S-seb, faster, please," is all you can manage to say as your eyes drift to the rows of people at the meeting in the other room. "You're fucking filthy, d-don't tell me how to fuck you," his breathings uneven and you can feel his annoyance as he smacks you, surely leaving an angry red print on your behind.

"This is all your fault, couldn't keep your slutty hands to yourself for an hour?" His thrusts keep getting faster and harder, you know he's going to punish you, you just don't know how. But you realise it as soon as it happens, he pulls out of you, jerking himself off as you whine at the emptiness. He tell you to shut up as he cums all over your ass, his breathing ragged as he tries to fix himself the best he can, straightening his hair and clothes, he looks as good as new unlike you, who's spent and sensitive, the only thing keeping you upright the thick glass of the table as he tells you he'll take care of you at home and that you need this, to learn both patience and discipline.

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azriel x eris | 3,6k words | warnings: mentions of something close to a panic attack, sad thoughts | masterlist

He can’t breathe. The walls of the dimly lit room are moving in on him, the air is thick, hazy, he needs to catch a breath, but he can’t. His lungs won’t open, won’t fill.

His heart is hammering against his ribcage, his wings feel like a burden on his back, the blanket draped across his body suddenly resembling a vice that is wrapped around his torso, cutting off his blood circulation. His chest feels too tight. He trembles and a gurgling sound slips through his dry lips.

I don’t know why I kissed you, but I know it was a mistake.

I was a fucking huge mistake - the biggest mistake he could have ever made. Why did he kiss Eris? Out of everyone in Prythian, why did he have to choose Eris for his first kiss with a male.

Or any kiss.

Why Eris? Why this damn huge asshole? Why did he have to kiss him?

It is all Eris‘ fault,” Azriel groans under his breath. “He tempted me. He seduced me.”

Azriel knows this is only half the truth. Of course, Eris somehow tempted him – his scent, his looks, his closeness, the things he said, but still Azriel made the first step and he can’t make sense of it. Eris is just…everything Azriel now imagines in the depth of night. Everything he thinks of every minute of the day. His body, and the possible things the heir of the Autumn Court could do with it, the only fantasy sparking in his mind once his shadows are asleep.

Eris is…everything he loathes and wants at the same time and it doesn’t make sense.

He has felt himself drawn to Eris, more than to any male ever before, but he hates him. He can’t stand him, and yet his heart beats a little faster whenever someone mentions the Autumn Court prince‘s name. And when they are in the same room, or only within a short distance, his soul starts to sing the sweetest melody. The kind of melodies Gwyn sings in the services.

It all started after the High Lord‘s meeting. It was the first time he started to question…things. But with the war with Hybern and everything that followed, he clamped down on these thoughts, tried to focus on something else –someone else– until…

Until Eris was taken by Briallyn. Azriel’s alarm bells had rang non-stop and deep within his soul he had felt the powerful urge to save the Autumn Court heir. He couldn’t have stayed in the Night Court, it would have destroyed him. He needed to move, to act, to help Eris, no matter what it meant for them.

Since then Azriel has been left confused. Utterly and completely, because his whole body yearns for the heir, but his mind tells him it is bullshit.

And then there was the kiss. This stupid, fucking kiss. Some people might not even call the first one a kiss. Their lips merely brushed but…they met. He kissed Eris; and no one will ever be able to change anything about that. He kissed him. It wasn’t Eris who kissed him. But it was him who kissed Eris. Azriel kissed the Autumn Court heir. Out of pure desire.

Eris kissed him back the second time their lips met and he tasted of fire, passion and longing. His lips were too soft, too plump – Azriel has never felt anything like that before.

Quite a few nights after the kiss he found himself with his hand wrapped around his hard length, imagining what it would feel like to have Eris’ lips fastened around him. Feeling his tongue lick over his skin. Each morning, he woke covered in sweat and absolutely bewildered about letting his thoughts stray into that direction.

“I can’t like him,” Azriel groans into the back of his hand, eyes squeezed shut.

Early morning sunlight filters through the curtain-framed window, bathing the room in a soft, white glow. It is winter, Velaris most definitely covered in snow, appearing beautiful this early morning, but Azriel has no motivation, no energy, to get up. He wants to stay in bed all day where he can allow his thoughts to be loud and fill his entire brain.

But he needs to get up. He needs to do some work for Rhys and later go to training with the Valkyries or whatever is planned for today. He has no idea what is actually on the schedule today. He doesn’t really care much about anything lately.

Azriel’s throat is still too dry and he knows he needs to drink something, but his body feels too heavy to move. So damn heavy. His chest still feels too tight, his heart still beating rapidly.

Did yours see you for the bastard and asshole you are and got rid of you when you were still in your diapers?

Azriel slams his palms onto the mattress, tears lining his hazel eyes.

“This fucking bastard!” He shouts and punches his pillow a few more times.

What Eris had said, had hurt Azriel massively. But he had also pushed him to it, had evoked this reaction in the Autumn court male.

Azriel is not without fault, but he would never apologise. Not to Eris. Never. Eris doesn’t deserve an apology from him…

The situation is so messed up – why did he kiss his nemesis? If he hadn’t kissed him, it—

He can’t like him. And even if he did, Eris would never like him back. He hates him just as much as he does.

A shout leaves the shadowsinger and with the last ounce of energy left in him after a whole night of training, alone, on the rooftop, Azriel pushes up on his hands, eyes immediately falling to the marred skin of his hands.

Azriel sucks in a sharp breath and sits back on his heels, throwing his head back. “How could Eris like someone like me?”

His eyes close when more tears start to burn in them.

Eris Vanserra will be the future High Lord of the Autumn Court, a noble, his style immaculate, just like his manners, his demeanour, his whole appearance. He is gentle and polite while Azriel is—

“Eris could never like a fucking brute,” Azriel breathes. Eris would never like a brute. It wouldn’t suit him. It wouldn’t fit. They wouldn’t fit. Maybe he would fuck him, but nothing more. And Azriel is tired of only fucking. He wants love. He wants tenderness, passion, gentle love making…

Azriel shakes his head, finally climbing off the bed, naked as the day he was born, strolling to the adjoining bathroom.

The face that appears in the mirror looks even worse than he had imagined; dark circles are beneath his eyes, the skin of his lips is choppy and he needs to shave. So that is what he does and he takes his time doing it.

He remembers that he needs to go to the Riverside Estate in the evening, decorating for Solstice and the content of his stomach already sours at the thought of it.

He hates keeping things a secret from his family, especially from Cass. He wants to talk to him about it, tell him what he has found out about himself — Cauldron boil him, he even wants to tell him about the kiss with Eris, but he can’t.

He can’t look Cass in the eye and tell him he kissed Eris. Eris Vanserra out of all people. The person also his brother hates the most in the world.

And then there is the thing about him being alone while everyone else is there with a partner, their family, happily displaying their joy and bliss. And he, he will be alone again – like every year.

He has no one. No one he can bring to such celebrations and it makes him sadder than he could have ever imagined. He always dreamed about bringing his mate to the Solstice celebration, to Starfall, spending time with them. He bever thought that after 540 years he would still be attending those celebrations alone.

Azriel wipes at his tears, hoping his eyes don’t look too puffy and swollen in addition to the dark circles beneath them.

How wonderful, Azriel thinks, another day he finds himself crying, although he has told himself to never cry again. Never show weakness again. Never be vulnerable again. Another thing he failed at apparently.

Azriel exhales a deep breath and straightens up. He looks into his eyes through the mirror, and once again the spark in them is missing. In them, there is nothing but darkness. A void. A mirror of the emptiness deep within his heart.

Did yours see you for the bastard and asshole you are and got rid of you when you were still in your diapers?

And maybe Eris was right after all - he is a bastard, an asshole and a failure.

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“Az, come on.” Cassian chuckles. He kisses Nesta‘s cheek and lifts a bottle of wine, waving it around, nearly splashing wine onto the luxurious carpet. “Don‘t be a broody shadowsinger for once. Have some fun.”

Azriel chuckles coldly. Then his gaze lowers and without another word he turns away, leaving the family living room. He heads for the adjacent terrace and regrets it immediately.

It overlooks the large garden, which appears to be absolutely immaculate even in winter due to Elain‘s skilled hands.

He hasn’t seen her today, she hasn’t appeared downstairs yet. He has no idea where she is. And he actually doesn’t care. As long as she is safe.

Azriel braces his broad hands on the small and in snow-covered railing, the cold like balm against the inside of his hands. His biceps flex when he rests most of his weight on his hands, and finally exhales a long breath. Tendrils of warm air dance in front of his face, mingling with his shadows.

The happenings of the morning still cloud his mind like a thick haze. His eyelids feel heavy from a sleepless night.

“I’m sorry.” A broad hand clasps his shoulder and it startles Azriel. He freezes, eyes bulging when he whips his head towards his best friend – his brother.

Why did his shadows not warn him? Why did they not alert him that someone was coming?

Cassian wears a sympathetic look on his face, his hand a warm press, a comfortable weight on Azriel’s shoulder. He finds comfort in it.

“I didn’t mean to…bother you.”

“You always bother me.” The corners of Azriel’s mouth twitch and also Cassian chuckles a little, but then the look of worry and empathy returns to his face.

“What is going on?” Cassian asks in a tone he rarely uses, soft and gentle.

Azriel shrugs a shoulder. “I‘m just tired.”

Cassian’s thick brows curl, and he shakes his head. “Maybe you are tired today. But this has been going on for weeks now, Az. What is on your mind?”

Azriel doesn’t know how to explain, because he doesn’t even know exactly what is going on. What he is feeling. Too much. Too little. Nothing at all.

There is a void inside of him. A void that has always been there, but lately it seems to grow faster, stronger, until – what he fears most – one day swallows him wholly.

Both males stare out at the garden, smaller and larger snowflakes dancing on the breeze that blows over the landscape. Tufts of dead grass poke through the endless white that sunlight sparkles on.

Cassian blows out a long breath, then clears his throat. In a careful tone, he asks, “Is it about Elain?”

Azriel draws in a deep inhale, the fresh crispy air filling his lungs. He could lie now. Say that it is. But he decides against it.

Cassian is his longest and closest friend. He loves him like a brother. A good brother. Not the kind of brother he had by blood. The kind of brothers Eris had by blood.

His throat works on a swallow and he turns his head.

“I need to tell you something.” Azriel meets Cassian‘s gaze, but immediately wants to look away. It is not easy, this next step is not easy. Revealing what only he himself and Gwyn know about so far…is not easy.

Cassian was raised in the same environment he was and the Illyrians have prejudices. Have a certain perspective of how things should be. What a relationship should look like.

A relationship between a male and a female and a male and a female only.

What if he— What if Cassian will think differently about him from now on?

A single snowflake lands on the back of Azriel’s hand and the shadowsinger watches how it melts, a single droplet sliding down the side of his hand, next to the cobalt siphon.

Cassian is calm, knowing he needs to give Azriel time to reveal whatever is on his mind.

“There is something I haven’t told you.” Azriel’s gaze lowers. “There is a part of myself that I have hidden for a long time. I spent a lot of time away, working. I was alone a lot and had time to think and figure things out.”

Cassian dips his chin. He moves a step closer.

“I don’t want you to think differently about me when I—”

“Don’t worry about that.” Cassian clasps his shoulder again. “You are my brother, Az. We‘ve been through so much already. I don’t think anything you could tell me would make me think differently about you.”

Azriel isn’t so sure about that. Cassian has a kind, big heart but…Azriel has no idea what he will think about his revelation.

Gratitude fills his eyes, and a small smile nevertheless tugs at the corner of his mouth when he looks at his best friend.

“I figured out that I find both females and males attractive. And lately I definitely feel a stronger pull towards males.”

There it is. His secret, the part of himself that he has hidden for so long.

The revelation hangs in the air, heavy, thick. Or not? Maybe it is as light as a summer breeze, Azriel thinks when he sees the kindness, the understanding on the general’s face.

Cassian’s eyes widen slightly and then he grins. “And you thought I would think differently about you after you told me this.” The general shakes his head, his tone slightly reproachful.

“Az, there’s absolutely nothing wrong about that and I’m incredibly happy you shared this part of yourself with me.” He lunges forward and pulls the shadowsinger to his chest, hugging him tightly. “You are my brother, and I am proud of you for telling me this and becoming clear of what you are feeling.”

Azriel’s own arms wrap around Cassian, his chest heaving with a deep breath of relief.

“Thank you.” Azriel’s tone is lighter. A weight has been lifted from his chest and somehow he can breathe a little easier now.

When they part, Cassian pats his shoulders. “There’s also something I need to say.”

Azriel’s forehead furrows and he slowly dips his chin.

“I’m sorry for not being here as much as I used to be. You mentioned being alone a lot and I’m sorry for that. I know we used to spend basically every living minute together before, but—”

“Never apologise for spending time with your mate, Cass.” Now Azriel is the one to pat Cass‘ shoulder. “You deserve this. This time and joy with Nes.” A rarely-there smile blooms on Azriel’s face, sincerity lacing every word he says.

“But it is true, I felt alone a lot. But that is your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault. But definitely a fear that I have.”

Azriel averts his gaze, eyes following a single snowflake that drifts down from the sky, slowly landing atop the railing.

“I am scared I will one day be alone. What if I never find someone. What if no one will ever love…”

“You?”

Azriel’s chin dips the slightest bit.

“You have a full house of people here that love you. You are part of our big family, you will never be alone.”

“But–”

“But, I also understand your concerns. You can’t force love between two people. You can’t force a mating bond, you only have to be patient. I know there is someone out there for you and they might even be closer than you know. Than you realise.”

There is hope and honesty etched upon Cassian’s features. “I know that love will find you, Az. And until then you have all of us who will shower you in it.”

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Cassian was right, Azriel realises. The void inside his heart about wanting a mate and a mating bond won’t fade or close, but he has people in his life who love him and who he can call his family.

People who bring him something very close to joy.

The little boy bounces on his thigh, playing with his thumb and when Azriel lowers his gaze, a small tear slides down his cheek. Well, this is joy.

“A-aaf.” It’s the best version of Azriel –rather Az– little Nyx can produce, but it warms a part of Azriel’s heart he thought to be long dead.

A shadow swirls around the little boy's head, sometimes brushing over his ear or his nose which elicits the most lovely sounds from the little boy and also makes Azriel chuckle; no, laugh, actually.

“Aaf, Aaaaafi, Aaaaaf!” Nyx bounces up and down, trying to catch the shadow, tiny wings flapping behind his shoulders, a grin spreading from one ear to the other.

“Happiness suits you.” Nesta sits down in the arm of the couch, her attention on her mate, although she addresses the shadowsinger.

Azriel turns to her, eyes slowly running over her.

There is a soft smile on her face, in her hand a cup, on her ring finger a wedding band.

“I can only say the same.”

She turns to the shadowsinger with a now big and beautiful smile.

Other than him, Nesta has truly found happiness. In Cassian. In Emerie and Gwyn. She is contented and joyful, and it shows in her appearance and in her demeanour.

Azriel wants to reach that level of happiness as well. He wants to manage it, to not fail again, but it is so damn hard.

At the moment, Azriel thinks, he finds himself in a hopeless place, living day by day without real joy, only small moments of it.

Of course, little Nyx makes him happy. But only for a moment, and that moment is always fleeting, over way too quickly.

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“We decided to invite Eris to another Solstice Ball.” Rhysand moves his hands into the pockets of his pants. “In Keir‘s name.”

Azriel’s breathing catches, arms slacking to his sides. He hasn’t expected to see Eris so soon again.

And in addition to the shock another emotion bubbles up inside of him. Jealousy lies thick on his tongue – who the hell is we when Azriel only learns about it now?

Formerly, we always used to be them, Rhysand‘s inner circle - Mor, Amren, Rhys, Cass and himself.

But Azriel wasn’t involved, so who is we now?

Probably Rhys and Feyre…obviously because he has a mate now. A mate who he can consult with.

“It is a good opportunity for a meeting; one that does not have to happen in secret.”

Cassian grimaces and expresses a loud “och”. But Rhys ignores him, obviously, and once again addresses his family.

“He might want to dance again. Either with my wife, or—”

“Not Nes!” Cassian lifts a protective arm in front of Nesta, and Azriel almost wants to laugh at his territoriality. But it is the jealousy boiling inside of him at the thought of Eris and Nesta dancing, the sudden envy that blazes through his veins and leaves him utterly confused, that makes him stay calm.

No, Azriel thinks, his insides convulsing, his hands trembling lightly, I can‘t have feelings for him. Not for someone like him. Not for Eris Vanserra.

He can’t allow this. Can never allow this.

“Is it for show or because he wants to dance with me?”

“For show, of course. He knows you are mated now. But I can dance with him as well, if you’d prefer that. It would be proper that the guest dances with the High Lady of the other court.”

Nesta‘s takes Cassian’s broad hand into hers, her slim fingers naturally intertwining with his. “I love you, Cassian, more than anything and a spoiled, polished princeling won‘t change that.” She leans in to kiss—

Azriel turns away, eyes closing for a second. Fucking jealousy. He clamps down on the feeling, or tries to. But it is so hard.

Once again his chest feels too tight, his heart heavy with emotion, his lungs like they don’t get enough air. He wants to leave, catch a breath of air. Just get away, be alone.

But he needs to stay. Needs to listen. Needs to hear what will be decided on, so he can prepare himself for the ball.

“I will dance with him.” Nesta smiles. “If it makes him kill Beron a little faster.”

A chortle leaves Feyre at that and gratitude fills her eyes. "Thank you Nesta, you can always change your mind, if you don’t feel comfortable anymore. It is still a few days until the ball.”

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xstarkillerx · 9 months

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YES YES YES i know Relive that last mile again, i adore it too 😭

And I've also been fantasizing about that scene from Crash, but with Dom driving on the highway at night, while Brian is in the backseat, you riding him, back to him, facing the road ahead, hands on each front seat, your face close to Dom's, panting. You can see Dom's hand clenching the handbrake as he speeds up, his fly open, the top of his fat cock caressing the steering wheel, and it makes you go faster, jumping on Brian's dick as he grabs your hips for dear life, moaning and whimpering loudly along the noise of the busy road..

RTLM is def a huge favourite of mine eeeeeee!!!

FOSSE OH MY FUCKING GOD, you dirty, dirty mind I can't tell you how obsessed with this I am jesus fucking christ. And you know it's gotta be the fucking charger too.

"You can see Dom's hand clenching the handbrake as he speeds up, his fly open, the top of his fat cock caressing the steering wheel, and it makes you go faster,"

This right here, this was it for me, I lost my mind it's so good. Now, I don't know what your opinion is on the whole "daddy" thing, but with Dom already being this pseudo father figure to everyone he meets, this whole thing just screams "daddy" to me, in the same way Brian, at the ripe age of 27, just screams boyish charm. It's just like Dom to be the patient one, the one who can stand to keep his hands off of you for the 20 minutes it takes to drive home from wherever the fuck you guys are coming from. It's Brian that's impatient, Brian who's still reckless on the road., he hasn't seen just how bad things can turn yet. Brian who doesn't mind not wearing a seatbelt if it means getting his dick wet because he knows you're in Dom's capable hands, he's the one who's spent his life hastily wriggling out of his jeans in the back of cars with pretty girls anyway, he's right at home.

I love love love the detail about Dom being hard in his open jeans just UGHHHh so good!!!!! Because, for as patient as he is, there's always something boiling under the surface, fear, anger, grief, and right now it's lust. His knuckles are white. Regardless of if you two can come up for air long enough to know this, he's been hard for about an hour now, long before you two even left the party. Dom is such a little voyeur in that way, you know? Just completely happy to watch the two prettiest people in Los Angeles dry fuck on the dance floor knowing it's all for him. He lets you two have your fun, he'll get his turn in private, but he admits; It's hard to keep his eyes off the rear view with your breath in his ear and sounds you're dragging out of Brian. He's loud, a whiner, a groaner, a moaner, and the type to say he wants to hear you if you aren't loud enough, so Dom keeps it fast, window closed so no one can hear you, but really he just wants the car to smell like sex.

Fosse, fosse, fosse I love your dirty mind, you're really out here feeding us. Thank's for your patience with me getting to this, I've been hoarding it like a leperchaun with gold

#donnie does 👑#brian o'conner smut #dominic toretto smut #fast and furious smut #fast & furious smut #fast & furious #brian o'conner #dominic toretto

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justrainandcoffee · 3 months

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Tell her (Alfie Solomons)

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Summary: It's 1964 and Allie, Alfie's daughter, is in his house in Margate to accompany him. Sometimes Alfie is the same as ever and sometimes... "Tell her I miss her," he says. "Tell her it'd be nice to go to the beach together." 'Her' is Rose, his wife. She died the previous year but he forgot about it. For him, Rose is still alive but he can't see her. "Tell her..." He keeps saying and every time Allie's heart breaks a bit more. "I will, dad."

Warnings: Mentions of mental illness (dementia). Angst. Grief. Sadness.

Words: 1.5k

1964.

It's raining in Margate. Actually it's a storm, one of the biggest they could remember.

From the window Allie Solomons could see the fury of the sea. She's now 40 years old, has a daughter, a husband and still has her father. But his health started to deteriorate quickly after his wife's death. Even when her husband suggested to move him to a home, that was out of question for Allie. His father deserved to stay there, he loved that place. And it was full of memories.

The sound of the raindrops knocking the window is the only thing that can be heard among with the music of a Beatles' long-play.

Allie looks at the clock. It's time for his medication.

"Dad?" she asks while she's walking down the stairs. "Dad, I'm going to prepare tea so you can eat something and take your pills. You can rest afterwards."

But Alfie isn't in his armchair as usual. His pipe is on the table and his book is open on the floor.

"Dad?"

Allie's heart is beating fast. Maybe he went to the bathroom. But when she knocks the door there's no answer.

The maid that helps her isn't there because she went to the market so Allie is alone.

"Dad?" she calls again. "Dad!"

Allie sees that the front door is open and her father is out in the rain. He's soaking wet.

"Dad! What the hell are you doing there!" The woman grabs his hand and invites him to get in the house again. "It's raining like hell, you're going to catch the flu."

"Yeah, it's raining."

"Yes, I know. Come with me."

Obedient, he follows his daughter and accepts the help she offers. Allie gives him a dry shirt, towels and a blanket. She puts his chair next to the fireplace, too.

"I'm going to prepare tea, but please dad… don't go outside again."

"I went out just because of her. She's still out! Next to the sea."

"Who? Who's she?"

"What do ya mean who's she?" Alfie looks at his daughter confused. "Your mother, Allie. Rosie… out there in the rain, at the seashore. Tell her to come in, sweetheart."

Allie's thoughts stops at the same time her heart races faster than before.

"I was here, right?" Alfie says "and suddenly I saw her there. I thought she was sleeping but probably woke up and went outside. She always did crazy shit, but I love her. Will ya tell her that I need to talk to her?"

Allie wants to cry. It's been over a year since her mother died. The saddest day of her life and the moment when Alfie's world started to crushed down.

"Please, no" Allie begs in silence. Anything but dementia. He's the smartest man she ever knew, this couldn't be his destiny.

Instead, Allie tries to compose herself and just nods. "Probably she's coming. But I'll tell her, yes. Although first, you need your medication ok? I'll bring you tea with it.".

"If anything happens to me take care of your father" her mother's voice is in her head "I know Alfie's weakness. Promise me, Allie."

And she's keeping her promise since then. Allie cries in silence while the water is boiling.

"Did you tell her?"

"I did. But she said that she wanted to suprise you with something tonight, so she went to the town. Mama said that you need to rest so you can enjoy the dinner tonight."

"She's going to cook?"

Allie smiles "she'll try. Now take the medicine, dad. So you can rest and wait for her."

Once again, Alfie hears his daughter and after the tea, he goes to sleep. After his nap he's the same as ever and didn't mention his late wife again. Like it never happened.

This Saturday Alfie is alone with his maid. His daughter is at the theatre with her daughter and husband, Allie is planning to go to her father's house after it. The arguments between her husband and herself increased the last days because she spent a lot of time next to Alfie and she had to remember him what her father meant to her. "Never make me choose between him and you. I love you, but he's the man who saved me," she said and the husband understood.

The maid named Margaret knew about Alfie's probably dementia. So she wasn't surprised when he named Rose again, still, it hurt.

"Tell her I want to go to the sea with her. Where's she? Isn't she here?"

"Not now, Mr. Solomons. Your beloved wife told me she's attending a meeting, but I can help you to go to the beach if you want."

"Ah! A meeting! Me Rosie always working. If I go outside will ya tell her about it? Tell her I'm on the beach."

"Yes, Mr. Solomons."

Margaret smiled briefly. She knew his wife, she witnessed the relationship between them, the way they talked to each other, the smiles. And she saw Alfie Solomons becoming a shadow of the man he used to be after her death.

She helps him to walk to the seashore, she carries a beach chair with her and invites him to sit in it. Alfie sighs looking at the sea, he loves that place but lately he feels that he's missing something, but he doesn't know what.

"When Rosie calls, tell her that the day is beautiful 'ere."

"I will, Mr. Solomons."

Two weeks later, nothing changed. Some days he didn't mention his wife at all and he was calm and busy reading or watching tv. Other days he talked about her as she was still there. Allie called his doctor and the man confirmed her fears and unfortunately, there was no cure.

Alfie Solomons had erased from his memory her wife's death.

But a part of him was still the same as ever.

"She's not 'ere anymore, ain't she?" Alfie asks his daughter one afternoon months later. He was in the balcony looking at the horizon. Allie is next to him and the new dog he has, a basset hound named Apollo. Allie, caressing Apollo's long ears, thinks for a moment before answering to him.

"No, papa."

"And I keep asking for her… what's happenin' to me?"

"You'll be fine, dad. I'm here to help you. You and mom were, and still are, really important to me. I love you, dad. So, I don't care if you sometimes you forget things. I forget things all the time. It's okay." She hugs him really tight. "I think of her all the time, too."

For a moment, father and daughter share a moment in peace. Both of them laugh and play with Apollo. For a moment, Allie allows herself to be a girl again when she played with Ciryl and younger Alfie. Her strong father that always protected her no matter what. For a moment, Alfie's mind knows where it is and knows that he's a widower now. But it ends faster than both of them would've liked it.

"Allie..."

"Yes, dad?" The woman looks at him.

"I know your mum is busy, but if you see her tell her i miss her. Tell her, Allie. Tell her I love her, too."

Allie's eyes are filled with tears again but she nods. "I will, dad. I will."

The next day, Allie is standing in front of the mother's tomb. There are white roses decorating the gravestone, her favourites. Allie talks to her mother, she tells her that she misses her company, her words. She tells her about how Iris, Allie's daughter, is growing up really quick and how she loves painting. But, if she's there is to deliver a message.

"He loves you. But you know that. He loves you so much that his mind decided that you never died and who would be so cruel to tell him otherwise? In his own world you're alive, even if he can't see you. He misses you, mom."

Meanwhile, in Margate, Alfie Solomons is in the kitchen baking and the maid is helping him. It's 20th June and it's his wife's birthday. Alfie knows that and his Rosie deserves the best.

A beautiful cake is now ready to be eaten even if the person he waits the most isn't there to enjoy it.

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley

Content/Tags: SMUT +18, morally grey main character, one sided non-exclusive relationship, Steven just being the nicest man in the world and the horniest, Consensual Voyeurism (wink wink), fingering, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, cum eating, PinV, praise kink, dirty talk, jealous talk, too many pet names, hair pulling, biting, Jake being a munch BELIEVERS RISE.

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: Wanting to take things slow with Steven, you find your mind going back to Jake, good thing is all in your head, right?

Guess who is back from the dead? YEAH, me bitches! I am so sorry for disappearing for so long, writers block is a bitch, but I needed to deliver this as soon as I could. So, ofc, this has not been edited so I apologize for any errors u might find, ENJOY AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEK!

Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heartbeat faster. It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against your pelvis as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking slowly, taking his time as he did so. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

You just had to answer the phone, didn’t you?

Turns out the café would be back in business two days after your last encounter with Jake. You had gotten the morning shift that week, working through your day with a smile for the customers, preparing and serving them. The ride back was long, or at least that’s how it felt. Lids heavy as you unlock the entrance to the complex, the lift opening to reveal one of your neighbors walking off. All you could think of while at work was to get back to your flat, lay down on your comfy bed and fall asleep for a little. That would’ve been ideal, but as soon as you walked through the door your phone rang.

It was Steven. His voice chimed from the other side, surely with a smile on his face. You closed the door behind you.

‘Hi, love, you on your way home?’ Steven asked, you nodded to yourself.

‘Already am. Just got here actually.’ You sighed as you walked past the living room window, dropping your bag on the couch.

‘Oh really? Yep, just saw you walk by.’ He let out a small laugh, you turn to see him getting closer to his window.

You send him a quick wave before heading to the fridge.

‘Worked early today?’ You ask him, inside the fridge was your beloved wine bottle, you took it and closed the door with your hip.

‘Yeah, actually made it in time, can you believe that?’ You laugh, shaking your head.

‘Hardly.’ You tease, ‘What did Donna say?’

You poured yourself a glass, taking a quick sip from the bottle before placing it down.

‘Well, the only reason I made it in time was because I woke up thinking I was already late. So Donna was very surprised when she saw me walk in thirty minutes early. She even looked worried, I had no clue she could even show any other emotion.’

‘Geez, thirty!? No wonder she did, I would be too, thinking something must have happened.’

Steven laughs on the other end, then he goes quiet for a second. You wait, hoping for him to speak but, there is something about the silence that makes you worry.

‘You still there?’ You ask softly, not wanting to startle him if anything.

A small mhm comes from the other line, you tilt your head to the side, he sounds unsure.

‘Can you go towards the window?’ Steven asked.

‘Sure, just give me a sec.’ You left your glass on the table and walked towards your living room, the curtain was halfway open, allowing some sunlight to peek through.

You pushed the fabric to the side; it was then you smiled. Across from you was Steven, a smile on his lips as he waved at you once more from his window.

‘Wanted to stop by and say hi at the shop, but you know, Donna.’ He scoffed, his voice sounded slower, with weight to it.

Even from a distance the dark circles around his eyes were darker. ‘You look tired Steven. Have you rested?’

‘I have just not been sleeping too well in the last two days, that’s all.’ You frowned but decided not to push it.

‘Try and rest for a little, it helps me whenever I feel stressed.’ Steven shook his head.

‘Can I tell you something?’ He asks, you nod.

‘Of course.’

‘I know I told you about my punctuality issues, but there’s sort of a reason why.’ Steven sighs, you start to worry. ‘I have these terrible nightmares; they feel almost too real. Sometimes I wake up in pain, perhaps I toss around too much. So, I sort of, try not to go to sleep.’

You feel your chest heavier with his words, the implication that Steven purposely avoided sleeping given his nightmares and the physical strain it put on his body was evident.

‘Have you tried talking with a specialist? Not sleeping for long periods of time can affect you, Steven.’ You see him shake his head.

‘Haven’t. I should though, really should.’

‘If it helps, I can research with you, find a good one that can help you.’ You reassure him, trying to let him know you want to help.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ He looks up, meeting your gaze with sad eyes.

‘I want to, Steven.’

‘I’m sorry for calling, I wanted to hear your voice. Is silly, I know.’ You looked down, a soft smile appeared on your lips.

‘Is not silly, Steven. It’s nice to hear that actually.’ You confessed and looked up.

It was hard to fully make out Steven’s eyes, but you saw him sigh, tilting his head to the side to once again look up at you.

‘It is rather nice, I think, talking to each other like this. Wouldn't you think?’

‘Yeah, but if I’m honest, it also makes me think of a prison visit.’ Your words cause Steven to laugh wholeheartedly.

‘That is also a perspective. But I do have a nice view and can see the whole world. I don't think an inmate can say the same, can they?’

‘Not much of a view Steven, my flat blocks any view.’ You saw him shaking his head.

‘Still a good view, I can see you.’ Steven then seems to turn around for a brief second before he turns to look back at you. ‘I really wonder, what made you like doing this?’

‘Like what?’ You asked and Steven gestures to you and him, then at his surroundings.

‘Watching. What caught your attention?’

It was your turn to sigh. You had not expected Steven to forget about the subject, but you didn’t have an answer in mind, a well thought out explanation in your logic and in your possible irrationality.

‘I can tell you; I could probably lie as well.’ You looked at him with a small smile before you looked down, your fingers reaching for the window, your nails drawing shapes on it. ‘It’s stupid, Steven.’

‘You can tell me.’ He responded immediately; his voice was soft, warm.

‘I’ve lived here for almost a year now. The Green Wall is the only place I feel safe, is what I know, is where my only friends are. I followed the same routine for the past year, over and over again.’ You said, you couldn’t hear Steven on the phone, and neither could you see him as you continued staring down.

‘Then one night there was this light across my window starting to turn on during midnight. I saw a shadow pace about, then it would stay still for hours as it sat down to read, it was like watching a ghost, except, it made me feel accompanied. So, I no longer saw the ghost as a lonely soul, but as something I could share my late nights with even if the ghost was not aware.’

Ten seconds passed in silence after you spoke, you feared looking up, not knowing if Steven was even standing there anymore.

‘You thought of me as a ghost?’ Steven asked with genuine curiosity. You laugh.

‘That’s your big takeaway?’ You looked up, finding him leaning his forehead on the window, with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.

‘One of them. When I saw you at the gift shop, it wasn’t the first time. I knew you looked familiar when you approached to talk to me, but it wasn’t until the next day that it dawned on me. I had seen you all the time on the bus, glance your way more than once, my eyes always following the same path towards you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.’

You felt breathless, his words careful and sincere. Then he looks at you, his hand on the window, you feel your chest heavy.

‘I wish I knew what you saw.’ He says with a quick laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm.

‘You could.’ You say immediately as you see him tilt his head.

‘Watch you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.’ He sounds worried.

‘You won’t, I will admit that it makes me curious to know what it is like to be on the other end. If you don’t feel uncomfortable then it’s okay. You asked what got me to do it in the first place, I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

‘That sounds easier than it probably is.’ He nervously laughs, and you shake your head.

This man was surprising you, the way he doesn’t even bat an eye does make you wonder what he might truly hide behind those doe eyes of his.

The door shut slowly behind Steven; his body heavy as he moved through the clutter of his flat. He flipped the kitchen switch; light quickly illuminated his space and sighed. He had forgotten to clean the dishes before he left, having already been too late to even do so. He could clean them in the morning, he thought. Right now, what he needed was to lay down, just for a minute or two. Water droplet created a path as the man walked around, tossing his jacket on a chair without care. He dropped his bag on the table, bringing his right hand to his face and dragging it down as he rolled his eyes.

Rain had caught up to him on his way to the bus stop, leaving him all drenched on his way home. It was so late already, the cold of the night sure to do its job if he didn’t shower before bed.

His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead as he removed his shirt. His left hand quickly ran through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. Then he let his hands drop without care, hitting his thighs from weight with a thud.

It had been a long day, Donna had forced him to work an extra shift given the fact he had shown up late once again. Of course his once in a lifetime trick of showing up early didn’t work this time. His sleep schedule had already been a mess, but he had surprisingly woken up only to find himself having the biggest headache of his life, the pain not even allowing him to focus through the day.

He knew his body craved his bed and a soft pillow under his head, but he knew better. Even the thought of falling asleep made his body go rigid, his muscles ached.

Steven made his way towards his couch, dropping himself on the cushions, he took off his shoes and socks. The hardwood floor was cold on his skin, making him shiver. He was about to rest on the couch when in the corner of his eye a light flicker. He looked towards it and realized it was coming from your flat.

He stood there, your blinds were drawn, so it allowed him to see inside your flat, so he stood in the middle of his flat watching as you walked by. His heart jumped, a quick rising as he then saw you return back into view, your back facing him as you seem to head to your kitchen.

It was then he remembered your voice from two days ago, ‘I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’

Steven barely realized what he was doing when he had already made his way back to the kitchen and killed the light. The flat was dark now, the only light coming from the window thanks to the moonlight. He slowly walked closer to this one, creeping in the dark of his own home, slow quiet steps as if you were to hear them.

When he was closed enough, he saw you as you drank a glass of what looked to be wine, a very full glass. He frowned, he caught his hand trying to reach for his phone, but quickly stopped. Of course he could call you, ask how you were doing, hear your voice, but he wanted to see if he could know what was wrong just by his own means.

You had told him you had watched him during his many sleepless nights, having accompanied him even during his worst nights unbeknownst to you. You had found comfort through that, maybe he could do the same. Perhaps he would understand you, he wanted to understand, seek for that same comfort you found in him.

But as he continued to watch, he felt his heart pumping loudly. You had disappeared for a minute before you returned, seemingly in different clothes, you were wearing a tank top with what he could make out to be shorts. Steven gulped as he watched you take one more sip of the wine, making your way towards your window.

He felt his heart race, have you noticed him standing there? No, there was no way, it was too dark. Oh no, your flat was higher than his, you could see far more into his flat then he could yours. He had already failed at his poor attempt.

But you sat down by the window, grabbing a book and opening it. Steven was stunned, had you not caught him?

Steven watched you, leaning himself against one of the supports that were around his flat. He crossed his arms as he rubbed his chin, his eyes taking in his view. You sat with both your legs on the loveseat, one leg closer to your chest. Your eyes running through the words in the book, one hand still holding the glass as you tilted your head to the side.

You seemed relaxed, he noticed. He subconsciously smiled at this, his heart calming down at the sight of you enjoying yourself. Then, he found his eyes traveling from your face, back to that glass, to your hand holding the book. They looked soft, they were, he remembered.

He gulped again, his heartbeat deciding to pick up again, your legs looked so soft. He could almost feel his fingers squeezing them. Steven then remembers your voice as he pushed his fingers inside you, how sweet it sounded, how breathless you were as you clung to him. How soft and perfect your breast felt on his hands, how fucking much he wanted to touch them again. How pretty you looked as you brushed his hair, how tender you were as you kissed him.

Before he realized, he was already hard. He tried to push the thoughts away, he blames his headache for even thinking of you while in such an inappropriate time. You take another sip of the wine and immediately remembers your lips around his cock.

“Bloody hell.” He lets out, closing his eyes, his head falling back against the wood. “The hell is wrong with you?”

His thoughts betray him once more as he sees you stare up at him through your lashes and he groans. Hitting his head against the wood purposely this time. Steven shakes his head, he didn’t understand why his mind decided to show you in such a way. Of course there was nothing wrong with you, he simply didn’t know why it had decided to show him that part of you.

This was supposed to be him trying to understand you, not him getting hot and heavy at the sight of you just doing something so mundane.

He would need to relieve himself tonight, of course, in the privacy of his shower.

Ring.

His eyes opened wide.

Steven fished around his pockets until he found his phone, the screen lit up, your name was displayed.

‘Incoming Call: Dove 🕊️’

Steven stares at the screen, then looks back towards the windows, there you were with your phone by your ear, waiting for Steven to answer you. He looked back again at his phone, his finger just hoovering the answer icon. You were reaching out to him, wanting something, yet, Steven just had to let his mind wander too far from sanity, his thoughts flashing more of those images of you on your bed. He couldn’t do it, talk to you and pretend everything was alright.

“Just got to wait it out, that’s it.” He says to himself, before he lets the call reach his voicemail.

You stared at your phone; you had tried calling Steven 30 minutes ago, but it sent you to voicemail. There was no light on in his flat, so perhaps he was still at the Museum, or on his way home. Yeah, it had to be that. A sigh escapes you as you glance at your glass, you drink every drop in one go before you stand up from the couch. Today had not been a good day at work, some group of older women decided to pay a visit right before closing, only to ask for things you could not make or even sell, then proceeded to ask for them again but talk to you like you were some sort of idiot. Since they could not have things go their way, they started being absolute cunts, a nightmare. You were grateful Rose had not given a fuck and straight up kicked them out, you knew if the incident were to be brought up to the owner's attention, they would understand, which is why you were thankful for your job.

You walked back to the kitchen where the wine bottle stood, there was still some in it, but not for a full glass. You brought the bottle to your lips and drank it. Your muscles were tight around your shoulders, the alcohol not yet doing the trick. Soft droplets started to fall, bringing your attention to the window. The rain was calming down, you were glad you remembered to bring your umbrella to work this time.

It was then you remembered last time, how it had been Jake who swept in and drove you home. Truthfully, as much as you wanted to pretend you had entirely forgotten about Jake, you couldn’t. Sometimes, on those sleepless nights, your mind would think of your night with Steven, but it would be Jake instead. You felt guilty, the sexual frustration ate at you slowly, but you also couldn’t sleep with Steven knowing damn well you would think of Jake.

You sighed. There was a store not too far from your flat you could walk to, restocking a brand new bottle of wine sounded like the perfect thing to do, well, maybe two bottles. And while you are at it, use the time to cool your head. Yeah, that was a nice plan.

Quickly you walked to your room, looking through your wardrobe for a jacket until you found one.

Before you knew it, you were already one block away from the store. Your umbrella in one hand as the other was in your pocket, keeping it warm. The rain was softer now, yet the cold was unforgiving as you felt your jaw tense. You had opted to still go out with your shorts, tank top, and only your jacket to keep you warm, deeming the trip to be a quick one. When you left your flat you had gotten a text from Steven, telling you he had been in the shower and was gonna try to go to bed. You even had the impulse to ask for a pic, of course, you didn’t.

You groaned, something felt like you were about to start your period thanks to how ‘needy’ you were feeling. Or so you wanted to believe.

Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on your back pocket, you reached for it and looked at the screen.

Unknown. Hesitating for a couple of seconds, you then tap the answer icon, bringing your phone to your ear.

‘Hello?’ You say.

‘Oh, so it is you.’ You feel your blood run cold, stopping in your tracks. ‘I thought you had given me the wrong number, well you sort of did, one of the numbers was wrong.’

Jake’s voice was deep, raspier than you remember. Your heart started beating like crazy, your grip on the phone tightened.

‘I did?’ You say softly, blinking as you try continuing your walk.

‘Sure did. Your fours looked like nines.’ He says a little annoyed, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.

‘Sorry about that, I was in a hurry when I did that, remember?’ You dig, getting a scoff from Jake in return.

‘How could I forget, I was called a dick for it.’ Maybe it was the wine in your system, the late night air, or hearing Jake’s voice so close to your ear that got you feeling ballsy.

‘Aww, never been told that before? Was I your first?’ To your tease, Jake laughs, just a deep-dark laugh, your bones shake as you try walking some more.

‘Been called worst sweetheart, and I sure as hell can take your worst.’

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. If I remember correctly, I gave you my number once you knew how to act like a grown up.’ You could see the store now, but you stopped dead in your tracks.

There you saw the back of a white limousine with ‘SPKTR’ as the plate, one you knew too well by now. On the right side of this one, you saw a man with an Flat hat, and soft dark curls. Jake was standing with his right side facing you, smoking outside the store.

‘Only children apologize through the phone. I wanna see you.’ You could hear his voice faintly.

He hadn’t seen you, all you had to do was to just turn around and walk away. But you stalled for too long, keeping yourself so quiet it seemed to worry Jake. He drops his cigarette, and looks at his phone, making sure the call was still going. But you tap the screen and end the call, this seems to confuse Jake, he furrowed his brows.

“I guess there is not a better time than the present.” Your voice surprises Jake, his eyes wide in alert, quickly relaxing once he sees you next to him.

“Gotta put a bell on ya’.” He says as he looks at you, really taking you in. His eyes going further down, he raises an eyebrow, not too happy to see your outfit. “You trying to catch a cold or something? What are you doing out this late?”

You roll your eyes. “What are you? My father? I came to buy some wine.”

Jake scoffs, clicking his tongue.

“Long day, huh? Hop in, I’ll get the bottle for ya.” He reaches the car door, opening this one. He gestures for you to get in.

“I can get it myself, Jake.” You tried telling him but he was already walking into the shop.

“Red or White?” He stopped to look at you and ask, you sighed.

“Both.”

After a couple of minutes of waiting inside the car, the door finally opened. Jake got in and placed the wine bottles between you and him, shutting the door. You had already started the car, allowing for this one to heat on.

“Thanks, how much was it?”

“None of that, take them as part of my apology.” You look away and out the window. Jake put on his seatbelt, then he cleared his throat. “Gonna say what got you so stressed out?”

“Old ladies who wanted things their way. Too many demands that were impossible to meet.” At the memory you sighed, closing your eyes.

“Want to head home?” His voice was hard to decipher, you turn to look at him.

Strong nose, clean shave, thick full lips. His eyes were looking straight ahead, the cap casting shadows on them.

“Are you free right now?” Your question makes him look at you, brown eyes even darker.

“Got an opening just for you.” He grins, you roll your eyes. “Where do you want to go? Your wish is my command, sugar.”

You looked away from him, staring at the windshield. The rain hadn’t stopped, nor did it seem it would any time soon.

“Can you drive us around?” Your voice came out softly.

“Sure can.” Jake shifts the gear and the car starts moving.

The two of you drive in silence for almost 15 minutes, you steal a couple of glances every so often. His features looked rougher than those of Steven, your eyes then fell on his hands; concealed under his leather gloves.

You imagined how the material would feel on your skin. The texture would probably be soft from all the use.

It was then you reached for one of the bottles, grabbing it blindly from the paper bag. Suddenly Jake reached into his jacket, pulling out something and handing it to you. You grabbed it confused, it was a swiss army knife.

“Don’t think you can open that with your mouth.” He says plainly and you laugh.

“You would be surprised.” You tease and quickly find the wine opener amongst the many gadgets. “Where exactly are we driving? Or is it just a mindless route?”

Jake clears his throat, adjusting himself on his seat. “Have anywhere in specific?”

“No, just wondering.” Pop. The cork popped, you quickly took a swing from the bottle.

The bittersweetness of the wine immediately hits your system, a sigh of relief leaves you.

“It’s not just those old ladies that have you like this, is it?” Jake asks, you let the bottle rest by your thigh.

“Good observation, Lockley. But you don’t want to hear about it.” You take another sip.

“Sugar, I could have you talk my ear off all night.” The pet name didn’t go unnoticed.

Once more, you let the bottle rest on your thigh, but this time, you turn to face him. Eying his side profile as he drove, there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was enjoying this, more like he was enjoying messing with you. He was getting too comfortable, acting like things were good once again.

“I’ve been debating whether or not I should sleep with Steven again.” The car almost makes a full stop. He tenses at your words. “What? Thought I could talk your ear off.”

Jake pulls over, you feel your blood pumping fast as the car comes to a full stop. There he sits in silence, hands gripping tightly at the steering wheel, he finally sighs.

“What do you want me to do?” The question confuses you. His voice came out deep, raspier. “Want me to get on my knees to beg for your forgiveness? Say the word and I will. I know what you think. That Steven is all sweet and nice, a perfect little boy. You wanna bring him home to mama? Go ahead. But we both know he can’t give you what I can.”

His sudden outburst surprises you, not once did he look you in the eye. Your eyes widen, breath catching on your throat.

“And what exactly is it that you can give me?” You tried to look unaffected, but the liquor was already making your body buzz, warming your skin.

Jake turns to look at you, eyes blow out as his lids are heavy.

“Hop in the back and I’ll show ya’.” His words are laced with lust, you feel your body respond to the insinuation, your falls pulsing with an unspoken promise.

You stare at him, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips, creating a path. “What if I don’t?”

“Tell me to fuck off and I’ll take you home sweetheart.” Unconsciously, you lick your lips, attracting all of his attention to them.

“Is this the other part of your apology?” You tease, causing him to chuckle.

“If you want it to be, it will make a hell of an apology that’s for sure.” He responded.

You take a deep breath. It wasn’t like you and Steven were together, there was never a talk about being exclusive, if anything you and Steven were becoming friends who started under different circumstances. You simply wanted to lay off some steam, all you had been thinking for the past week had been Jake and Steven.

“Better make it worth it then, Lockley.” At that Jake wolfishly grins, turning the engine off.

“Mejor de lo que esperas, ya verás.” He opens his door; you quickly place the wine bottle on a cup holder before opening your door as well. (Better than what you expect, you'll see.)

You quickly get out, soft rain falls on you as you walk towards the back of the limo, it was already getting late, the street was dead at this point. You open the door and step in, sitting down on the comfy seat. Jake closed the door behind him, quickly turning around, his right hand coming towards you as his lips clashed against yours. Immediately the kiss was returned with the same passion, your hands coming to pull the hat off and dropping it on the floor of the limo. Your hands found his hair, gripping it between your fingers as you let out a moan.

Jake pulls away, looking at you. “I’m gonna eat you up, sugar.” His voice came out hoarse. He starts kissing you again, but begins to kiss your jaw, slowly kissing your neck biting at the flesh.

“Got tired of sweetheart? Or simply wanted to try something new?” You say breathlessly. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Can’t a man say things as he sees them? You are addictive, I already can’t get enough of you.” Jake pulls down the zipper of your jacket, tearing it off you.

One of his hands takes claim at the back of your neck, the other on your waist. Quickly, Jake pulls you towards his lap making you straddle him. He bites at your collarbone, the hand on your waist squeezes the flesh there, before sneaking below the hem of your shirt. The leather was cold against your skin, but soft.

You pull on his hair, a breathy whine leaves your lips when he bites you one more time. His other hand squeezes your ass before he smacks it, making you jump.

“What sweetheart? You want gentle? Wrong fucking address baby.”

With his two hands, he grips your hips, pushing you down. It’s then you feel him, hard as he makes you grind against him. He pulls away, resting against the seat as he looks between the two of you. You moan at the friction, breath hitching.

“Jake.” His name leaves your lips, he grins proudly at you.

“Come on, move those hips a little. Show me just how much you need me.” He shifts his hips up, making you hold back a moan. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat you out, just like you deserved.”

You start grinding against him, moving your hips in slow motions as Jake continues to guide your hips. His jaw tenses, with heavy lids he watches you move, a wicked smile on his lips as he does.

He rubs circles on your hip bone with his thumbs, applying small pressure that is almost uncomfortable. Your hands find his jacket, gripping it tightly as you start feeling your body growing hot, heart quickening as your wall flutters against nothing. Your head falls back, trying to grind faster against Jake groin, you are so close you can almost feel heaven, but he stops you from doing so.

“Someone’s needy.” He says, his voice so deep you shake. Jake stops your movements all together.

“Jake please!” You whine. “Please, I’m so close.” You grab his face, leaning in and kissing his lips. “Please.”

“Fuck, never knew I would like to hear you beg this badly.” Suddenly, Jake hugs you, bringing the two of you to the floor of the limo, laying you down slowly.

He pulls away and sits on his heels. Jake tears his jacket off, revealing a white button up shirt underneath. He then grabs his black tie, losing it before pulling it off with both hands with little care. He unbuttons the sleeves of the shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows taking his time as he looks at you, eyes traveling down your figure.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You spat, eyes his body just the same.

Jake tilts his head to the side with a shrug.

“Just trying to enjoy the view, is not everyday I get to see you like this, do I?”

You roll your eyes, laughing.

“Never knew this was the only way to make you talk this much.” You tease, but are quickly silenced when Jake’s gloved hands make their way to the elastic of your shorts.

You lift your hips, letting him pull them off you leaving you in only your panties. When they were off, he whistled, running his gloved hands up your things, squeezing the flesh as he went. His eyes were heavy, a glint of something on them as he admired your thighs. You watched him lick his lips, the wetness it left on them making you squeeze your legs.

Jake then seems to look beyond you, gaze lost for a second. He seems to space out, the subtle change making you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.

“You alright?” You ask but the question didn’t seem to reach him. You tried sitting down, your hands going up to his forearms and massaging the skin.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Jake opened his eyes. His eyes made your body tense, he frowned deeply and his jaw tightened before he crashed your lips hard, the motion making you yelp. He pushed you back on the floor of the limo, the kiss becoming more heated, his grip on you possessive.

“Time’s runnin’ out.” He groans, his hands take your knees, spreading them apart to position himself between you. He starts to lower himself, getting closer to your pelvis.

Jake pushes your panties to the side, immediately going in and licking your clit. You moan, one of your hands flying to his head, grabbing a hand full of his curls. Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, the windshields are foggy as the two of you are surrounded by your breaths, your eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heart beat faster.

It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against you as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking quick little circles. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm start again.

You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away from his forehead. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.

“You taste like heaven, my pretty little angel.” He places one more kiss. “So fucking wet, all of this for me.”

He pulls away and sits on his heels, hands going to his belt to undo it. He gets his jeans unbutton, pulling his zipper down. Jake hovers over you, leaning on one forearm as you hear him pulling himself from his briefs.

“Open your legs wider, sugar.” You do as he says, feeling the head of his cock brush against your clit, making your body jolt.

His hand grips your thigh, bringing it to wrap against his back. Jake kisses your lips as he pushes himself in you, the stretch making you grip his shoulders tightly. You gasp against his lips.

“Jake, fuck.” You shut your eyes as your head falls back, Jake’s nose brushes your ear.

“I’m gonna need you to work with me. I’m on the clock, next time I’ll take my sweet time with you.” The promise of a next time makes your walls flutter, making Jake let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, you like the sound of that? I’ll fuck you nice and good, make you forget all about Steven with my cock sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk about him.” You moan as you feel his cock pulsate inside you. His pace is starting to speed up.

“Why not? Afraid I’m right?” He thrust hard at that, the hand on your thigh squeezing hard. “Sweetheart, fuck him as much as you want. We both know you’ll come begging for me when I’m done with you.” His thrusts are faster, deeper and harsher. You can feel the limo start to shake at the same rhythm. He starts hitting the spot that makes your body tingle, your eyes roll as you feel your orgasm start to build up.

Your hand flies to his hair, fisting the strands between your fingers as your breath hitches, mouth open wide as you pull Jake’s hair. He thrust faster, the limo shaking as he did, the motion making him go deeper as you feel your walls tighten around him. The sound of skin hitting skin, jagged breaths, moans and whines filled the vehicle. You arched your back, eyes shut tight as you pull even harder on Jake’s hair.

“I’m coming.” Your voice comes out hoarse, throat dry from all the breathing. “Jake.”

“Hazlo.” He says against your ear. “You deserve it, you take me so fucking well. Me vuelves loco, muñeca.” (Do it. You drive me crazy, doll.)

You feel your lower stomach tighten before you feel your high hit you. Your body tensed, shaking from the stimulation as you came around Jake’s cock, screaming his name breathlessly. While you felt it pulsating, Jake’s pace became messy trying to work with your fucked out state.

“Perfecto, justo así.” Jake’s face comes into view, one of his gloved hands comes to your jaw, making you look straight into his eyes, his mouth is now a thin line as he frowns in pure pleasure, a moan comes from the back of his throat. “Mira qué maravilla, tan perfecta. Estas hecha para mí.” (Perfect, just like that. Look how wonderful, so perfect. You are made for me.)

Then he pulls out quickly making you moan at the sudden emptiness. You remove your grip from Jake, allowing him to sit on his heels once more. It’s then you see him pump his cock at a fast pace, eyes not leaving yours as he comes, his spend landing on your belly.

His frame shakes slightly, body slouching forward as he takes deep breaths, both of his palms on either side of your waist. His curls flow down, you bring your hand towards them, pushing them aside, you can feel the sweat at the root of his scalp. When you do that, he looks up at you, his features slightly softer and you feel your chest tighten.

He looked just like Steven for a brief second, for a second you thought your mind was trying to play a mean little joke with you. You tried seating down as Jake pulled away from your touch, putting his cock back inside his briefs and started to zip down his jeans.

“How was that for an apology?” He teases, buckling his belt.

“Not bad, but you do need to stop bringing Steven into things.” You reach for your shorts and put them on.

“You started it, I just went along.” Jake fixes his curls, pushing his hair back before putting his cap on. You look at him, ready to defend yourself, but you stare instead.

With only his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up, his black gloves, cap and black tie undone makes you want to burn the image into your brain. Store it for another of your restless nights.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He chuckles, grabbing his jacket from the floor and opening the door. “Vamos, que te tengo que llevar a casa, muñeca.” (Come on, got to take you home, doll.)

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thewritetofreespeech · 9 months

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summary: I was inspired by the last noe x reader request. so here's part ii

After Noé finished his bath, and a light supper as he suddenly remembered he hadn’t eaten in quite some time, the two of you made your way to bed. He still hadn’t told him anything about the trip or the battle, but seemed in knee enough spirits for you not to press. He would tell you eventually when he felt like it.

“Do you want me to leave the window open for some fresh air?” Noé shrugged against the pillows. Already tucked himself in.

With no opinion from Noé you decide to leave it open a crack to let some air in. The room could get stuff, and with two people in your bed also very warm. “Goodnight Noé.”

“Goodnight….” He replied quietly. Which you assume meant that he was falling asleep.

But, about 20 minutes later, you felt the bed shift and Noé slide in close to you. His good arm wrapping around you as the rest of him curled into your side. “Noé? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

You thought maybe his arm was hurting him. You had warned him that it would start hurting if he didn’t take his medicine. But that didn’t seem to be the case.

You felt Noé nuzzle against your neck and his body squirm to try and get even closer. “Noé?”

“Can I have some of your blood?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked, and you’d given it to him every time, but this time the ask felt different. He wanted to be close to you. Be close to someone. He probably still felt cursed and rejected, and probably traumatized by the incident now that the shock had worn off, so he wanted to feel accepted again.

“Yes Noé.” You told him. The arm he’d pinned under him lifting up to stroke the back of his hair. “You can have my blood.”

His fangs are more hesitant than usual. You wonder, perhaps, if he was scared what he would see when he drank your blood. Memories are not the only thing he can see with his abilities, but emotions. All vampires could.

Fear tasted like pennies.

Hatred tasted like burnt bread.

Regret tasted like dry hay.

Love tasted like honey.

You tried to pour all your love into your veins so that it was sweet as syrup when it hit Noé’s tongue. Letting him know that you could never reject him. Never hate him. Never be afraid of him.

“More.” Noé whispered in your ear when he came up for air.

“If you take much more, I’ll pass out Noé.”

“No, I mean….” His hips jutted at your side. Feeling his erection through his night gown.

“Oh,” you realized, “you can have that too.”

Noé finally let go of you and move to take off his nightgown and get on top of you. Just as he was about to brace himself above, however, his face twisted in pain and his left arm gave out. His injury still not allowing him to take on weight. “Here, let me.”

You sit up and move the two of you around so that Noé was on his back, with you on top now. His face was flushed. Either from your blood or embarrassment you weren’t sure. You had had sex with you on top, but Noé liked being on top so much that it was pretty rare. Needs must though, and if Noé wanted to feel connected, literally and metaphorically, this was how it had to happen.

Lifting your hips up a little, your fingers make quick work of your opening, so it was easier to take him in. You were already a little wet from Noé feeding on you. The anticipation of sex with him was enough to make you wet enough, so the fingers were just a formality to avoid discomfort.

You lift your hips higher this time, bracing your hands against his chest, and slide down. Even with your work there was still a bit of a stretch, but pleasurable. One you let a quiet moan out to as you go all the way to the hilt with him inside you. “I’m going to move now.” Noé nodded enthusiastically as his hands found their way to your hips to help you start.

Your pace was slow at first. A stead rhythm of soft, passionate love making, where you both could feel the connection between you and feel whole.

Beautiful, but not satisfying. And eventually you have to work on a faster pace if you want to cum. Rocking and grinding against Noé’s pelvis as you move up & down to stimulate your clit.

“[Y/N]…I’m gonna…” He seems to barely be able to get the words out between moans. His hands, still on your hips, on autopilot as the help you reach your goal.

“It’s ok…” You pant back at him. “I’m going to cum too.”

And like the power of suggestion, the two of you quickly came. Noé arching off the bed, while you let out a sharp moan of orgasm. You quickly fell forward again Noé. Spent. His heart beating in your ear.

“Don’t get up.” He said when he felt you trying to move. “Stay here.”

“I can still lay on top of you.” Though you knew that wasn’t what he meant. “We can’t stay like this all night.”

“I know.” His cock inside you twitched. Perhaps to disagree or perhaps in disappointment. “Just…for a little while.”

He doesn’t want to give up the connection. The physical manifestation of you being together.

You sigh, but too tired to argue, and just laid your head against his chest. You could move later. Once you got your strength back. For now though, this was rather nice.

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duuhrayliegh · 9 months

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hey babes can i request more seb x singer!reader? thank youuuu :)

slowing down

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, basking in the uninterrupted silence. In the recesses of your shared apartment, you can hear the faint click of the air conditioning. Raindrops hit the bay windows in your living room and you just know that the sunrise is going to be beautiful. or in which you can't sleep

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warnings: it's kind of angsty? idk i didn't mean for it to be but i guess here we are?

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You're quick to dim the glow of your phone, the illumination too much for your dry eyes. You're halfway through your North American tour and have finally reached the break in your schedule. Three whole days that you're able to fully relax and recharge after two months.

Two excruciating months that you spent away from home, sleeping in hotel bed after hotel bed, chasing peace and quiet on airplanes, private cars, and green rooms.

Two long months without Seb.

It wasn't so bad at first. I mean let's be real, you both have busy lives. He's a leading Hollywood actor who has film execs fighting tooth and nail to cast him in their upcoming projects. And you're touring your second album, playing in venues both large and small, never stopping for longer than five minutes.

Until now. When you were first planning out your tour schedule with your management company, you insisted that there be a break halfway through the run. You wouldn't label yourself as a homebody, but you're something close to it.

You knew yourself well enough to predict when you could burn out. Much to the dismay of your team, you refused to even consider a tour unless it had the required time off built in.

You've watched too many of your friends have to cancel shows to recuperate, you wouldn't do that to your fans. People have real lives outside of concerts--it's not always sunshine and rainbows, but rescheduling shows was the last thing you were willing to do. Compromise wasn't an option for this decision, and thankfully they bent to your demands rather quickly.

What you didn't account for was how wired you'd be.

You made sure to plan your time off for after your New York shows. That way you would already be where Sebastian was and you could spend the break with the man you love.

You'd think your body would enjoy the break. Instead, it doesn't seem to realize it's on a break. So here you lay, doom-scrolling on your phone with the brightness turned so low you might as well not even be on it.

You closed and opened the same three apps for the past thirty minutes. A lump is beginning to form in the back of your throat and your eyes are starting to burn. You could feel your breaths coming in faster intervals, fighting against the exhaustion in your bones. The words on your phone screen start turning into just random letters, then blurring altogether, becoming one big glowing blob in your hand that your mind can't seem to fathom.

"Birdie?" Sebastian's baritone startles you back to reality. You quickly flip the screen into the duvet, stifling the dim object from his sleepy view.

His hand finds yours, running his fingers over your tense knuckles that grip the phone steady. He pries the device from your grip and places it face down on his bedside table.

"What's wrong, bird?" By this point, he's preparing for whatever you throw at him. Sebastian's front molds to your back, pulling you into his warm skin.

"Do you ever feel so exhausted that you reach the point that you're not tired anymore?" Your voice is soft, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet any more than you already have. Sebastian's fingers are still tracing meaningless shapes on your knuckles as he hums against your bare shoulder.

"Like, you spend so long waiting for something and then once you get it, you're disappointed?" You breathe the words into the void before you can stop yourself. It's only when you realize what you've said do you rush to correct yourself. "Not that I'm disappointed. That's not what I meant."

Sebastian hums in acknowledgment. Beneath the blankets, he tangles his legs with yours, wrapping you in the comfort you've been without for the past two months.

“It's just that my mind won't stop running. Like, I've done the damn thing. I planned the time off so that this wouldn't happen." Your breathing quickens again but slows as soon as Sebastian nudges your feet with his. Tears pool along your lash line, threatening to spill over out of frustration? exhaustion? pure anger? You aren't able to fully discern what you're feeling.

"I'm just so. damn. tired, Bastian." Your voice lilts into a whine at the end, but you both know it's to mask the chink in your armor. You shuffle to plant your face in his chest, attempting to shield yourself from the world outside.

Something you've learned about yourself is that you're so quick to give. The first to volunteer yourself. Always think of everyone else before yourself. It's a quality that people envy.

What they don't know is the toll it takes on the giver. The volunteer. The thinker. The envied. They don't know that you lay awake at night, exhausted beyond all reason with your mind racing when you try to put yourself first for a change.

"I don't know how to make it stop." He wraps you in his arms, burying both hands in your hair at the base of your neck. "I don't know how to make my mind quiet."

Frustration oozes from your every fiber and it makes you burrow deeper into Sebastian's hold. You squeeze your eyes shut, the action causing a throb to form in between your brows. You begin to match Sebastian's breathing, allowing your chests to rise and fall in sync. You rest your forehead on his collarbone and listen to the even beating of his heart.

No more words are exchanged. No more admissions. No more almost insults. No more dimly lit phone screens.

Just the rain. And the whir of the AC. And the matched breaths.

All the worries and troubles are pushed aside to be another day's problem.

For now, you'll rest.

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fukurofanfics · 5 months

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Fukuro Part 10: Recovery

A/N: I’m back! as mentioned in a previous post, I’m helping my best friend Sang-Hoon (@bbsmuts) with his wedding, I’m the best man. Anyway, obviously Kaito has to recover before going back to fucking Yiren’s brains out, so it’ll be a bit before that threesome. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll for sure find a way to sneak some sex in here. Enjoy!

(Also, I’m writing according to what I think the characters would be like in person, not what they actually are, so they might not always be in character. Some character traits and abilities are made up by me, like Jiwon’s affinity with computers.)

-ちはる

Chapter 10: Recovery

The next few days passed by in a blur to me, a handful of events sticking out in my head. My injuries started to heal faster with our advanced medical treatments, and the doctor confirmed that I might be out of bed in a week. He said that until at least a week had passed I shouldn’t be undergoing any serious physical stress lest my injuries worsen.

Meanwhile, my libido was rising to fever pitch as I lay there, only able to use my left hand for anything, not even able to jerk off with it for fear of worsening my injuries. It was the longest dry spell I’d had for a long time, and I definitely was not enjoying it. The aggressively invasive thoughts of my three sluts and how hard I’d like to be fucking them were not helping, either.

Nor was Jiwon, who seemed to be unconsciously teasing me with her outfits. She visited me every day, and she wore such things as very, very short skirts and shorts, ultra tight tops, and the like. And it seemed very like she was doing it on purpose, because she knew I couldn’t get out of bed and revenge-fuck her.

I hoped that by stress my doctor didn’t mean what happened when she came in one night, about two and a half weeks after the incident, because there wasn’t a whole lot I could or wanted to do about it. She opened the door and slipped in, a small bag on one shoulder and a miniskirt paired with a midriff shirt displaying her body.

“Hi, Kaito.”

“Hey. What’s up?”

“The sky. Anyway, can I do you a favor?” She asked, slipping a small bag from her shoulders and dropping it on the floor.

“What sort of a favor?” I asked, hoping to God she wanted what I was wanting, as she sat down on the edge of my bed. I couldn’t see, but I felt her hand lightly graze my thigh, her index and middle fingers hooking under my hospital gown.

“Have a guess.” She didn’t waste any time, pulling my gown up over my waist. I was already hard (a state I’d been constantly in for hours) from thinking about her and all the things I’d like to be doing to her, so she didn’t need to bother with getting that done.

“Is the door locked?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll have to be quick.”

“No, we won’t. Sihyeon, Yurim, and Se-rim are off filming a Vlive, and the other two know will what we’re doing. It’s a perfect opportunity, and one that I’m not missing.”

Just to make me even more desperate, she took a few steps back and stripped, slowly and sexily, just driving me crazy even more. Her naked, pale-skinned, petite body was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the windows (obviously lockable, reinforced windows), making me even harder.

She didn’t talk anymore once she had sauntered back over and dipped her head to my stiff cock, and I felt rather than saw her lips sliding over my length. A simple moan was not enough to express the pleasure I felt, but it was the sound that left my mouth.

“Ohh, fuck,” I sighed, “God, I need this.”

She moaned and popped off of my cock, replacing her warm tongue with slow strokes.

“You’ve been really horny, huh, trapped here in bed?”

“Ahh…you know I have.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

“Mmm, yes, I have.”

“Thinking about how good you want to fuck your little slut?” She asked, the frequency of her strokes increasing. “I can’t wait to milk all that cum out of you.”

I shivered as she pleasured me, having nothing to do with the ambient air temperature. She was running her tongue along my cock before diving back in, throating my entire length with no difficulty. She gagged as she reached the base though, saliva gathering around her lips and my crotch. With my free hand I held her there, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

Her tongue moved around on me and applied pressure to my base while she choked. Had I been able to move my head past the fucking neck brace, it would have been writhing. Her eyes rolled into her head as she choked, gagged, and made filthy sounds in her deepthroat effort. Light streaks of mascara started tracking down her face the longer I held her there, her tongue always busy at work pleasuring me as her saliva slowly made a wet mess where her lips were locked around my cock.

She moaned as my shaft slid out of her throat and I finally let her up, gasping for breath, though she had neither tapped out nor shown any signs of needing to be let go.

She looked at me, eyes alight and glittering in arousal, hair slowly becoming more matted, mascara streaks increasing in number, and lower face a complete mess of spit, and said one word, the one syllable laced with more arousal than I had ever heard before.

“More.”

I grabbed ahold of her ponytail again and shoved her head back down all the way to the bottom, holding her like before and gagging her. She gave a whimper as best as she could, her enjoyment clearly showing on what little of her face I could see as her eyes performed the usual upward roll. I groaned through tightly clenched teeth, not wanting to cum so soon, wanting to draw this moment out.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said. “It fees so good!”

She had been down for at least thirty seconds, her face was slowly turning redder as my cock starved her of oxygen. Had I not been on the verge of cumming, I would have appreciated and applauded the way she persevered and made such and effort for my pleasure.

“I’m about to cum,” I said, panting, putting every effort into not doing it. She was no longer in need of my hand, she was holding herself down. I felt it coming, irrevocably racing towards me, about to slam me as she bobbed her head, driving me deeper into her throat and about to milk the cum out of me.

“Fuck!” I almost shouted, involuntarily bucking my hips into her face, gripping the pole on my bed so tightly it could have broken. “I’m cumming, yes Jiwon, I’m fucking - aaagh!”

The sound that I made was quieter than I had predicted, though still loud. My mind went entirely blank, pleasure invading and overtaking my entire being. My world disappeared in an intense orgasmic high, and I barely registered the incredibly arousing expression on Jiwon’s angelic face, and she lifted her head partially to allow my cum into her mouth, giving a satisfied little whine as the shots of cum fired into it.

She lifted her face off for a moment and let the final few spurts shoot onto her face, sighing a small “ahh” as the warm substance coated her closed eyes.

“Oh my God.”

I spoke these words a minute later, after recovering from Jiwon’s incredible blowjob skills. She crawled up across the bed, laying across my torso with her legs spread over my waist, slowly grinding her sopping heat against me.

“How was it?”

I reached with my usable hand and squeezed her ass.

“Fucking amazing. Lord, you have no idea how much I needed that.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

My cock twitched as I acutely felt the heat of her pussy grinding on me, and she felt it too, smirking.

“Eager, are we?”

“Fuck yes I’m eager, I’ve needed your pussy for as long as I’ve been sitting here. In other words, too long!”

She sat up and poised herself above me, teasing me with the visual of her body as she continued her grinding, intentionally closing her eyes and opening her mouth in a moan just to taunt me.

“Stop - fucking - teasing me,” I said with a real moan as her wet slit slid over my hypersensitive tip, “just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” she smiled, “but remember,” she added, her smile twisting deviously, “I’m in control now.”

I had no idea just how seriously she meant that. Jiwon got off me and picked up the bag she had dropped off and pulled out a pair of hinged black handcuffs, the kind that allow a very small range of motion, and quick as a flash before I could react at all, she clicked them into place on my wrist, locking it to the bar of the bed. Where the hell she had gotten those I had no idea.

Then another idea seemed to pop into her head. She walked back over to where she had stripped, stooped, and picked up the small, pink panties on the floor. Walking back over, she reached over and stuffed them into my unprotesting mouth, her pussy tastable on the garment.

“Hold those for me, will you?”

But instead of getting back on top of me, she settled once more between my legs, face dipping again to my cock.

So long as I could relieve stress and sexual tension through her, I didn’t really care what she did to me to produce that outcome, though I still longed for her pussy.

Her warm, wet tongue slid over my length before her mouth engulfed me once more. I felt my tip poke the back of her throat before sliding pleasurably down it, meeting almost no resistance as Jiwon speared her throat with my cock but still feeling so, so good.

I wished that my hand was free, longed to be able to intertwine my fingers with her silky hair and hold her down, thrust my hips into her face. But she had different plans, hence the handcuffs.

The usual gatherings of saliva around her mouth were beginning to form as she started bobbing her head up and down, working my cock in and out of her throat. My pleasure at this point knew no boundaries when she pushed my entire length into her throat, squeezing me and pleasuring me to new heights.

“Fuck - Jiwon - you’re gonna make me cum again,” I moaned, my cock throbbing, feeling it irrevocably coming, “Don’t stop now.”

I should never have said a thing.

She throated me a couple more times before feeling me tense, which was her warning, and she let up, stopping my orgasm short.

My eyes, which had closed when I was supposed to be cumming, flew open to see her smirking evilly at me.

“You remember the first time you fucked me, and you wouldn’t let me cum?” She asked, and I let my head sink (the inch I had managed to move it) back with a despairing groan. I had intentionally kept her from cumming many, many times, so this would be quite as bad for me if she decided to drag it out.

“Consider this your retribution.”

Once she had determined from my breath and heartbeat relaxing that I was safely distant from cumming, she dropped her head back down to start the process over.

And so she did it again, and again, and again. I was becoming increasingly desperate for my long-awaited orgasm.

“Fuck!” I gasped through her panties when she stopped abruptly for the fourth time, “Stop it! I need it, I need to cum! Just let it happen, please!”

Most of what I had said had come out as muffled, garbled nonsense, but I could tell she got the gist of it from the devious expression on her face.

Had my dignity been a person, it would have been slapping me in the face a lot for quite literally begging Jiwon to let me have it, but at this point and in this moment I was so desperate that I would have done just about anything.

I felt the familiar sensation of her giving me false hope as she shoved my cock all the way down her throat, sucking passionately, but something about this time felt real, like she wasn’t playing games anymore. With my cock lodged in her mouth, I saw in my periphery one hand of hers sneak down past her waist and disappear between her thighs, and a second later she started moaning into my dick.

But accompanying the pleasure she was giving me, I also had a strange feeling, like we were being watched. It wasn’t the horror movie type of feeling, but it felt like we had a voyeur. I cast a gaze around the room and saw nothing. The door was shut and locked, no one was at its window, obviously no one was in there with us, and the walls’ windows were clear. It couldn’t be more than a pleasure-addled delusion.

And then my eyes found the beaming red light of the security camera. Someone was on the cameras.

Jiwon had noticed nothing and was still throating me with energy, bringing me nearer to the climax I no longer cared about. I could do nothing to warn her, since one hand was cuffed to the bar and the other was attached to an arm in a sling. I couldn’t verbally communicate this to her either, due to the underwear in my mouth.

She reached up and pulled them out, feeling me nearing my peak and wanting to hear my vocalizations of pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum in your fucking throat,” I panted, my hand straining against the restraint, wanting desperately to pull her head down and keep it there. “Don’t stop, let me have it, I’m gonna cum, yes!��

She lowered her head further, pushing every inch of my shaft into and down her tight, squeezing throat and held it there, carefully but firmly massaging my balls with her free hand, successfully trying to coax my cum out of me.

Tears gathered in her eyes and spit dribbled from her mouth, her eyes rolling back and then half-closing in her effort. Her tongue slowly poked out of her mouth, tracing a path along my balls. It was her heavenly expression that sent me far past any edge in existence.

The sound that left me was more a tremendous “ah” than anything else as the initial pleasure overwhelmed my senses and threw my brain into overdrive. My eyes shut tight when I started blasting her throat with my load, which set her off as well. Her eyes, which had momentarily opened, closed again, and she gave a wail of pleasure into my cock as her juices splattered the sheets.

Apparently she still wasn’t done. After a minute she got up again and unlocked my handcuffs, my orgasm-withholding torture over.

With that she climbed back onto me and spread her legs over me, done messing around. Jiwon bit her lip and closed her eyes as she sank down onto me, my cock easily sliding into her due to how wet she was.

I gave a quiet groan, reminded once more of her insane tightness. She let loose a soft whimper as her hips began rocking, driving me in and out of her suffocatingly tight pussy.

“Ahh - I would smash you so fucking hard if I could,” I said, moaning more as she continued riding me with vigor. “I would bend you over this bed and pound your fucking brains out.”

“I’d love it so much,” she replied with a cry, bouncing up and down, her breasts jiggling entrancingly, “so thick and big, deep inside me, mmm yes, I want it.”

Instead, of course, she settled for riding me, gyrating her hips on me. Her head fell back as she lost herself in the motion, a long moan escaping her open lips as her eyes closed.

“I’m getting close,” I vocalized my pleasure, almost whispering in the dark. “Really close.”

“Me too,” she moaned, laying forward, and I felt her breasts push against my pecs.

She drove me in and out of her at a steady pace, each buck of her hips bringing my closer, like a wave washing a boat onto the shore.

“I’m cumming again,” I gritted my teeth, speaking through them. “Keep riding me.”

The instants before I released it in her were like an eternity, and in them I could have counted a minute, an hour, a lifetime, it didn’t matter. Intense pleasure filled every fiber of my being, it felt like I was floating for a moment. Then my actual release brought me back down from the gates of heaven.

An indecipherable cry was the only thing that left either of our mouths when I spurted my cum deep into her pussy and she squirted messily, leaving me in a mess of cum and juices, panting heavily and still in utopia. I was softening inside her, but she didn’t make a move to get off me. She was breathing deeply, eyes closed.

“Fuck.” She said, about two minutes later.

“What?”

“That was…incredible.”

I didn’t respond for a moment, giving a small grunt in an effort to keep my moan contained as she rolled off me, making my cock slide out of her.

“Yes, it was. You have no idea how much I really needed that. I’ve been trapped here in bed, not able to do anything.”

“I know, Kaito, I know the feeling.” She said sympathetically. “I wasn’t able to have you, either.”

“True, but you could do something else. Only one of my arms works, and I can’t use it anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess. I did do some things with Yiren, but it’s just not the same.”

“You fucked Yiren without me?” I said. “I’m jealous.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t do much, I wanted you there when we did.”

“Fair enough. I would definitely want to see that.”

She hit my shoulder playfully. “Perv.”

“Oh, shut up.”

She laughed. “It’s fair, if I were you I wouldn’t want to miss it either.”

“Man, the thought of that alone is turning me back on.”

She laughed again, then reached down to feel.

“Already? We just fucked.”

“Ah, well, you can’t blame me, that mental visual is insane.”

“Do you want to go for another round?” She asked.

“Nah, I’m spent. Tomorrow, maybe.”

“Alright. I’m a little bit tired too. After all, it’s getting late.” She commented. “Why don’t we just sleep?”

“Sounds good to me.”

She settled in the bed, her arm snaking along my abdomen and wrapping around me in a loving embrace. Her face was nuzzled against my chest, and soon she was sleeping peacefully, breathing deeply. Each breath pushed her breasts against my side, and I wondered vaguely how long it would be before I could be out of bed and caressing them.

No thought of what consequences would come if we were to be found in the morning entered my head, and I too soon slipped into a deep slumber.

Morning came quicker than expected. I had been sitting there, awake, thinking for the millionth time over the events of these past weeks. The full impact of what I had done and been through still hadn’t caught up with me, and I was still contemplating how I had been lucky enough to find myself in such a perfectly coordinated situation such as this.

She stirred with a light moan and brought her head off the pillow, looking adorable when she was groggy. The blankets had slipped off her during the night, and the morning sunlight shone on her naked body, giving her skin an almost golden glow. It reflected off her hair and made it shine, and the image was perfection in my eyes. If I could have taken a picture with my eyes, I would have captured her in that moment.

She turned on her side to face me, sliding under the blankets.

“Good morning.”

I didn’t respond momentarily and kissed her, caressing her waist and hips.

“You look so beautiful right now.”

She giggled, but her playful attitude did nothing to disguise her renewed lust at my touch. Her hand slid up my arm, her body moving closer to mine. I placed my hand on her inner thighs, slowly sliding closer to her pussy.

“God, you turn me on so much,” she said, giving a small gasp as my fingers slid further towards her entrance.

“The same could be said for me,” I replied, teasing the small opening with my index finger, much to her ecstasy.

“Kaito, I can’t,” she moaned, legs opening despite her words, her body wanting more. “I have to - I’ve got to - ahh…”

She gave up the struggle as three of my fingers penetrated her tight hole, pumping quickly.

I curled my fingers towards myself and found the rough patch on the upper wall of her tunnel, and rubbed it furiously. She yelled out uncontrollably and clamped her thighs over my arm, writhing in pleasure and giving short, staccatoed yelps.

“Kaito - please - more! It’s so good!”

She was clutching at my arm while my fingers moved inside her, hands trembling and pussy exerting a death grip on the digits.

“A-ahh! I’m fucking cumming soon! Don’t stop!”

I moved faster, knuckle-deep inside her squeezing pussy, driving her wild without any effort.

“I’m gonna - I’m gonna - fuck, I’m gonna cum!” She panted, head thrown back and mouth open. “It’s so - so good, please!”

I had no idea what she was begging for but it was very sexy. She was in so much pleasure that she seemed incapable of making an intelligible sentence. Her words became nothing more than slurred moans.

It was insane how wet she was and how fast I was able to bring her to an orgasm. Her slick was leaking over my fingers, and it was me finally making contact with her g-spot that sent her over the edge. She exploded over my hand with a stream of her juices squirting out. She arched her back and shouted out in bliss, mouth gracefully open in her cry of pleasure, and then she relaxed, her walls still pulsing with her heartbeat. She let loose another, softer “ah” and then went limp, trembling slightly.

I glanced at the door and my heart stopped: A face was looking back at me, one I recognized as Yurim’s. The face vanished from the narrow window as soon as its owner realized I had seen her.

“Shit!” I shouted out loud, sitting upright, then grunted in pain, my ribs and neck aching all of a sudden. Probably due to the sudden exertion.

“Hmm?” Came Jiwon’s voice, still dreamy and blissful.

“Fucking hell, Yurim just saw us! Oh shit, this is bad…”

I ran my available hand through my hair, panic immediately starting to seep into my senses. If Yurim had just seen us, she would go to tell someone else. Who? Eun-ji was safe, Yiren was safe. My heart skipped another few beats as I realized, with a sinking feeling, that she would probably go straight to Sihyeon and tell her what she’d seen.

Jiwon was coming out of her trance, and she noticed my expression.

“What’s the matter?”

“Yurim just saw us!”

“What?!”

She sat bolt upright, staring at the door.

“She’s gone!” Jiwon leapt out of the bed, throwing on her clothes in a rush. “Argh, there’s no way I’ll catch her, the elevator’s probably already left.”

She left anyway, hurrying out the door, leaving me to my own pounding heart and panicking mind. But my pulse slowed down when Jiwon didn’t return. Maybe she had caught up to Yurim in time, maybe we weren’t fucked. Or maybe Yurim went and confided in Yiren, in which case we were also safe.

“Joonhon?” I said into my earpiece. “Can you get Hwang-ja to come in here?”

“Sure thing, sir.”

It had reminded me, I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Hwang-ja since I had seen him go off into the bedroom with Sihyeon. I had been in a hurry to meet Takahashi, then I had been injured and out cold for three days, so I hadn’t really been thinking about it.

A couple of minutes later he appeared in the doorway and entered.

“Hey, Hwang-ja.”

“Hi, Kaito. How are you?”

“Good. I’ve not had a chance to talk to you since I had to leave to Takahashi. So,” I continued, smiling slyly, “how was Sihyeon?”

His face immediately turned the color of tomato soup and his feet shifted guiltily.

“You - you knew about that?”

I grinned wider, beckoning him closer.

“Yes, she wasn’t exactly quiet. I didn’t even have time to leave before she started moaning.”

“Well…” he looked at his feet before stilling them and speaking quietly. “She was incredible.”

“I expected no less,” I replied, grin spreading even wider.

“But Kaito, this can’t reach anyone else. The others would flip out if they knew.”

I looked back at him, the grin slowly fading from my face.

“Of course.” I said, more seriously. “While we’re on the subject, I have something to tell you as well.”

“Let me guess, you either fucked Yiren or Jiwon. Am I correct?”

I stared. Had we been that obvious?

“Uhhh…yeah. Both. How did you know?”

It was his turn to grin. “You weren’t exactly inconspicuous. You didn’t think that’s what I thought every time you disappeared with one of them onto the roof?”

I shrugged. “I figured someone would work it out eventually. But not just the two of them, either…I fucked Eun-ji, too.”

I felt like honesty was just the best option here, and besides, it felt good to tell someone else. He goggled.

“You’ve gotten three of them? Damn, Kaito, I didn’t think you were the type.”

“Hey, in my defense, Eun-ji came after me, not the other way around. And now that I think about it,” I added, “I haven’t approached any of them. It’s all been them.”

“Wow,” he said, looking truly impressed, “and I thought you were lucky enough to just date Yiren by herself. But getting approached by three of them? Goddamn…got anyone else in mind?”

“Yes,” I made myself admit, struggling not to laugh. “Yurim.”

He chuckled. “Typical, I have to say. Well, good luck. And of course, Sihyeon is off-limits.”

“Obviously. I can’t deny that I would love to pound her witless, but I guess now you’ve claimed her. Still, if we add Se-rim to the mix I’ll have five…”

“And that’ll be enough.” He said firmly. “I’m fine with it, but I don’t want their careers to be derailed by such a distraction. A friend of all of you I may be, and a member of their management team I still am. Just try not to throw them off, okay?”

“Of course,” I said earnestly, “I would never. Trust me, I value their careers as much as they do, because had their careers not become a thing I would probably be dead right now.”

He nodded. “I expected as much. You’re a good guy, Kaito, in my opinion the best any of them could find.”

He pulled up a chair and sat down, facing me.

“Thanks, Hwang-ja.” I spoke in a low voice, a failed attempt to disguise how much the words meant to me.

His expression softened slightly more.

“You’ve had it tough, man. And you still found your way out of it remaining a good guy, and a good friend. I’m glad you got this opportunity, grave though the circumstances may be. And I’m really glad Yiren has found someone she likes enough to date. It’s probably still trying to work itself out in your brain.”

I laughed. “You have no idea. My brain started failing around the time I walked into their dorm the first time.”

He laughed along with me. “It’s reasonable. But now, you have Yiren as your girlfriend. I can think of no situation in which you’ve been happier. Even with major head trauma, whiplash, broken ribs, and the inability to use one of your arms, you’re still cheery as ever. And if I’m not much mistaken, it’s because of Everglow.”

“Of course it is. I wouldn’t have even gone to meet Makoto had it not been out of fear for the welfare of you and the girls. It was a small risk anyway, but even the smallest risk to the lives of my favorite people on the planet will not go unnoticed.”

He nodded.

“And speaking of girlfriends,” I said, “are you and Sihyeon dating or are you just fuckbuddies? I’m curious.”

“It’s not official yet,” he responded, a faint blush creeping back up his cheeks again, “but it will be soon. We’ve fucked three times since you were out, and I won’t lie, I’m addicted.”

“Good,” I said, smirking, “now you get how I feel about Yiren, Jiwon, and Eun-ji. Soon to be Yurim, as well.” I added as an afterthought.

He snorted. “May as well test your luck once you’re out of bed. What makes you think she’ll agree?”

I considered for a moment. “She saw me and Jiwon fucking earlier.”

He raised his eyebrows and laughed again, shaking his head. “You still found a way to fuck her even stuck in your position. Predictable, but I’m kinda surprised. So you have a voyeur now?”

“Apparently, and I think she was watching on the cameras as well, last night.”

“Cool. I must say, I’m also surprised that so many of them are attracted to you. That’s some kind of rizz, my man.”

“Hmm…I guess. Four out of six, possibly five if Se-rim happens to like me as well.”

“Five already,” he corrected me unabashedly, “Sihyeon already admitted to feelings for you, she’s just more attracted to me.”

His chest puffed up a little more.

I smiled. “Can’t deny it, a pull is a pull.”

“Facts.” He grinned back.

And in that moment, it felt just like old times when him and I would go to the bar together and talk over a couple of shots of chūhai. We would talk together, laugh together, those were good times.

“Hwang-ja?”

“Kaito?”

“I’m glad you’re here with me in this godforsaken cube, really. None of this could have been a thing had it not been for you.”

He nodded. “True. I’m glad I was able to be here as well. But had it not been for your dad, we would have never even met.”

I looked at him. “Really? That’s how you two met?”

“Yeah, didn’t I ever tell you?”

“No, I guess not.” I replied, then looked at the wall opposite me and sighed. “It’s just - I’m so grateful that I was able to arrange this, to have you all here. It makes it hard to be sad about the end of the world. But sometimes I feel like I didn’t deserve it.”

He reached over and shook me by the shoulder.

“Kaito, you deserve this more than anyone, any other Forever, I’d say. You’ve had it rough in life. You’ve sacrificed so much for us. So much money, time, and effort. You still care after losing your parents. I was so sad to hear that - that they died. Your dad was such a great guy…” He hung his head for a moment.

Sometimes I forgot that Hwang-ja had been a very close friend of my father’s. I looked up at his partially bowed head and saw a glimmer of a tear in his eye.

“It was horrible. And it was all because of those - fucking - creatures.” I said the last three words through gritted teeth. “That’s why I’m out to get them. That’s why I want every last one dead. They indirectly killed my parents and I want them gone.”

“Kaito, the last time you had a tussle with a Fukuro it didn’t go too well.” He said, nodding at my ribs. “Even when you had a squad drilling them with .50 cals, they still got the better of you. Do you really think it’ll be a good idea to go at them again?”

“Hwang-ja, the difference is, last time it was a hasty, thrown-together plan with no beforehand thought. This time it’ll be a long, properly thought out plan of action that will ensure that every single one dies. And no one gets killed.”

He was silent.

“I hope you’ve got something good in mind then, because they arrive in January, which is not even two months away.”

“I know that.” I said. “I’m going to have one last outing before they come, for Yiren’s birthday, I won’t miss that for anything. And then I set the plan in motion and all those bastards die.” I slammed my fist into the bed on the word.

He was quiet for a second. “Good.”

“Anyway, moving off that subject.” I said. “I’ve been wondering - do you generally get presents for the girls at birthdays and Christmases?”

“Every year.” He replied. “Why? Have something special in mind for Yiren?”

“Indeed I do. Very nice indeed.” I smiled.

He gave the faintest snort. “Apart from fucking her senseless, I mean.”

“Alongside that, I actually do have something. I’ll tell you but you can’t tell her.”

He nodded. “Alright, shoot.”

“I already have a necklace. My mom’s. Really pretty, solid gold chain, diamond the size of my fist at the end. But the special part is, I’m infusing it with that toxin so she’s protected wherever she goes.”

He nodded harder. “Very good, she’ll love it.”

“I know. Like I said, it was my mother’s before she…yeah.”

But Hwang-ja was looking very thoughtful.

“Hang on,” he said, clearly puzzling hard, “if that toxin can be absorbed by anything, then why not put it in bullets?”

I grinned. “And so he figures it out.”

“So you’re telling me,” he said, starting to look incredulous, “that that was your plan the whole time?”

“Indeed it was.” I said, smiling wider. “Infuse the bullets so they actually do something, and then kill the Fukuri from ages away with sniper shots.”

“Kaito, that’s genius!” He almost shouted, jumping out of his chair as though he had sat on a tack. “With bullets like that, we could take down every one there is! And what about explosives? That would be even more effective!”

“I’d thought of it.” I said. “But it’s only effective if the shrapnel finds its mark, which are not good odds. I’ll stick to bullets, which are faster and more accurate.”

“That makes sense. But seriously…that’s so smart, I can’t believe I didn’t think about that earlier…”

“Why would you have? There would have been no reason for you to be thinking about it, up until very recently. And even recently, you wouldn’t have.”

“Guess so.” His phone recieved a text, and he checked it. “That’s Sihyeon,” he said, a faint red stealing over his face. “Best go see what she needs…”

“Alright, have fun smashing.” I grinned as he departed.

This left me with only my thoughts. It was, until Yiren opened the door.

“Hi, Kai, how are you?”

“Hey, Yiren. I’m good.”

She smiled and sat down.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I said on a sudden thought, “what happened right after I came back?”

“Well…” She took a moment to consider. “We saw Jeong-ho’s helicopter fly in and I was relieved. I went out to meet you, but then they rushed past with a stretcher, and I had a funny feeling it was you on it, but I couldn’t really get a good look. I and all the others, even several of the servants, followed your team up to the hospital floor and then they set you down on the bed. You weren’t looking good, you were bleeding from a lot of spots and barely breathing. They hooked you up to a lot of machines which I don’t know the names of, and your pulse was very, very slow. We all thought you were - you were dying.

“But then your pulse started back up. I was trying not to get my hopes too high, in case the monitor flatlined, but I couldn’t help but hope you were fighting your way back to life. And you were.”

“I don’t remember much,” I said, “but I can remember waking at different points for a few seconds and seeing you there, every single time. I dreamed about you,” I added unabashedly. “And you were the last thing I saw in my head before I was knocked out. I thought I had been killed, but I was at peace because at least the last thing I saw was the face of someone I loved. Your face. It wasn’t really too bad when I went out on thoughts of you.”

Her eyes were looking very very wet again, so I beckoned her closer. She practically leaped out of her chair, and hugged me tightly.

“Don’t you worry now,” I said in a low voice, wrapping my arm around her and patting her back, “I’m here, and I’m safe. And you are too, so long as you’re with me.”

“I love you, Kaito.” Her hug became infinitesimally tighter.

“I love you too, Yiren.” I replied, stroking her soft black hair with my fingers. “More than you could ever know.”

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