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hotchfiles · 5 days
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pairing: hotch x fem!bau!reader. summary: “completely self-reliant, you really don’t need me at all, do you?” in which hotch gets completely pussy whipped after seeing you taking down an unsub. content warnings: making out, foul language, sex, unprotected p in v with no mentions of birth control (no breeding kink just lazy writing), sub!hotch if you squint, switch!reader, nipple play, scratching, lip biting, THEY FUCK ALRIGHT. MDNI, this is a 18+ fic. word count: 1.7k a/n: requested by @mischiefmoons and her godsent filthy mind. i donnnt prooof read shiiiit.
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aaron wasn’t one to admit to having a type, sure, he knows it’s human nature to look for similar traits when choosing partners throughout life, but he was a romantic at heart  (and a sweet talker at that!), he secretly enjoyed keeping the magic of just love alive, and more than that, he simply adored the way you would roll your eyes and laugh cruelly at him, your palm hitting his arm in a light slap each time he told you his type is you. 
truthfully though, most of that was all talk from his sweet soft spot for you, everyone knew exactly his type. 
he couldn’t help but fall for confidence, every time someone confident and beautiful laughed at his terrible dry jokes he would feel his lungs tighten up, that was definitely one of the first things that made him so drawn to you, the fact you were so funny and incredibly gorgeous resulting in his everlasting love and downright depraved lust for you. 
today though, aaron found out another trait of his ideal type: could easily overpower an unsub before himself could even get to his ankle holster for his gun, before he could even try to protect you. 
your competence was never a question, an ssa like the rest of the team, twice a year having no problem at all in your evaluations. but you were a liaison, you stayed put unless extremely necessary to have the whole team out, your experience level wasn’t the same. 
he did all he could to have your back, even before you started sharing hotel room beds, but hearing the man in front of him whine in pain after you twisted his arm, the sound of at least one of fingers cracking at your strength as you pushed him to the floor… you definitely didn’t need him to have your back, you did it yourself pretty well. 
he’s surely proud, but what floods his mind really, what is now burnt to his brain, what has probably changed his whole body chemistry at his point is the way your body moved to do it, your pants clinging more to your thighs, your breasts moving with your fast heart rate, your open cleavage blouse doing nothing to help his train of thought, nor did the hint of a grin in your lips as the unsub succumbed to your grip, complaining about the pain you were so easily causing. 
focus on the job, focus on the case, he tried hard to while he passed his handcuffs to you, but fuck, how could he when you looked so unbelievebly sexy doing something he has seen so many people do before?
how many times has he licked his lips in the past 20 minutes? he has lost count, but is the only way he has to ignore the way his mouth is drying at how aroused he was about to be if he didn’t control himself. if he didn’t focus on anything else. 
a few meditating breaths and unpleasant thoughts did the work for him, getting his priority back on track: the case was still going as far as he was concerned. it wasn’t done until the bau got back to the hotel. 
his avoidance to you at the precinct, not even catching him glancing as you worked didn’t strike you as odd, you were used to him needing his space and completely unaware of his conscious effort not to think of you. 
it’s a happy surprise when you hear his well known knock on your door not even half an hour after arriving at the hotel, his lips gluing to yours immediately, his hands strong in their hold of your face as he kicks the door closed.
you grin into the kiss, not at all opposed to how famished he seems for you, even though you don’t understand where it came from you more than willingly follow his lead, reaching for his waist under his clothing. the cold of your fingers causes him to whine and you can’t help but take advantage of that to sink your teeth to his lower lip just the way you knew he liked it. 
aaron guides you to the bed, but unlike many times before where he would lay you down, his weight deliciously on top of you, he sits on the edge, the back of his knees touching the mattress, shoes kicked off just before. he pulls you to straddle him, his lips only leaving yours to touch the skin you had exposed: your neck, your cleavage. his hands making sure to sink you harsher on this lap anytime you stopped moving against him even if for a second, his fingers sinking on the flash of your hips. 
you have to ask, you have to know what’s gotten into him (so you might do it more in the future) and he stops his actions to stare at you, eyes dazed with lust, lips swollen from the way your mouth worked his, cheeks flushed pink like it always got when he was hot.
“do you not have any idea of how… alluring you looked today doing all that?” he’s breathless as he speaks, his tongue is back to your neck before you can reply or tease his choice of words. your head falls lightly behind as you try to contain at least some of your whimpers. hotch does no such effort, lucky his mouth is busy as you wet both of your pants with arousal, the feeling of his cock swelling up under you as addictive as ever. 
you pull him closer by his tie, your mouth brushing against his ear before you spoke just so you could feel the way your warm breath made him shiver. 
“all that what?” he doesn’t respond, busy taking your blouse along with your bra off, his sheer force able to break off the clasp without much effort. you force your body onto him, half for the so needed friction your nipples begged for, but mostly to get him to lay down on the bed. “all that what?” you repeat yourself, needing to hear him say it. your hands strongly keeping his on your waist and not an inch up. the sight of your bare tits alone enough to make him try to get more friction from you, unconsciously rutting up. 
“confidently taking a man down with your bare hands, maybe?” aaron’s reply pleases you and you let go of his hands, helping him take his dress shirt, his tie and the annoying white tank top keeping you away from scratching his stomach, “completely self-reliant, you really don’t need me at all, do you?” he says teasingly just as you gasp to the touch of his calloused fingers to your nipples, working both at the same time. 
you could honestly come just from that (and you have before, noticing how sensitive your nipples are has been a gift to him that kept on giving), but you wanted more. you palm him through his slacks, wet from his precum and your own fluids. “wouldn’t say that, i do need you to help me with these,” you point to the bothersome remnants of clothes in the way and he has the audacity to chuckle, as if he wasn’t as desperate as you. “because as soon as we are free of them, i can ride you the way you’re just begging me to.” aaron can’t keep his groans contained, your crude words going straight to his dick in a way only you were able to. it was a mess of fingers unbuttoning, unzipping and hands quickly working to get rid of the slacks and underwear restricting you both. 
he helps lining his cock to your entrance, but not before teasing pressing his tip to your clit, causing you both to moan, you’re as wet as you always are for him, sinking him into you all at once and the whimper leaving aaron’s mouth is just sinful, completely at your mercy. 
you set the pace and he lets you, one hand on your thigh, the other gripping one of your tits in a way he would leave not just marks, but a whole handprint. you loved it, your nails giving his chest crescent moon shaped marks and scratches all around his torso. 
“aaron–ple–put your fingers to work.” you skip the begging, the please, knowing that’s not what he wants today, you’re busy moaning his name as your pace goes to a faster rhythm to say much else, but he obeys, deliciously using one of his thumbs to draw circles over your clit, following your lead, moaning as you clenched around his dick, your wetness loud against his finger and his pelvis. 
you were about to come, the imminence of your orgasm making your toes curl, “fuck me, aaron, hard… and fast.” you manage to say, not wanting to slow down and knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep up. 
it’s like he’s been waiting for it, for your orders, and he turns you around, his weight over you as he follows your words. hard and fast. his own pleasure building up as you helped him prop on your legs up on his shoulder, you felt like you were melting under him, going between grabbing the sheets and his flesh as you squirmed for him. 
the noises are relentless at this point, and if the walls of the hotel are cheap everyone will be able to hear his name leaving your lips like a prayer, his whimpers getting stuck in his throat and the skin to skin slapping as aaron brought you both to orgasm, his cum going inside of you without a question, his forehead touching yours as he drops your leg and fucks deep and slow into you a few more times so you both enjoy the climax as long as possible. 
“fuck, i definitely need you for these as well.” your tone is full of tease, referring to the orgasms he gave you seemingly effortlessly. 
aaron hums, his eyes already closed the minute his body reaches the bed, pulling you to his chest. “then, i shall pretend you like me for more than my body and sleep here tonight.” he’s joking and would sleep cuddling you either way, so you don’t bother replying. 
but god, you love him. you love him. 
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jarofstyles · 2 months
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In The Woods- Scarred
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Hello my loves! I know it took a while but here is the second part to scarred. I'm unsure if I'm going to do a lot more with them besides some blurbs but that could change :)
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warnings- mention of anxiety, scarring, bullying, halloween, exhibitionism, mask/makeup kink, unprotected sex, degradation, slight fear play(??)
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Harry was shy. 
Y/n hadn't expected that stunning revelation in the time that she knew him, but without the layer of makeup? The man was cute. Fucking adorable, even, because he was a blushy mess.
It was apparent how Harry did have some issues with doubting himself and that just wasn’t going to cut it with Y/N. She knew that his anxiety was valid, that he had gone through things that made him think the way he did, but it only gave her a challenge she was more than up for. Flirting with him, making it apparent how absolutely gorgeous he was to her, and making him blush. 
His trust had been one of the most precious things she had ever been handed and she wasn’t going to do anything to put that into jeopardy. When she arrived back at work when people saw them arrive together, she had been bombarded with questions about him. What he looked like, how he was outside of work, but they got no answer other than ‘handsome’. When asked if she had any images, she blankly stared at the group. Of course she didn’t take any photos, because why would she betray his trust like that? 
‘He doesn’t want to share and he’s a private person. We’re dating and I got to see a part of him he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing here, and I’m not going to betray his trust for some gossip.’ 
Y/N’s mom-like scolding had them backing off, but she could see Harry lingering off to the side with a smirk on his face as he adjusted his costume. Droplets of fake blood crackled a little when he met her eyes in the mirror. He was pleased with her.
She didn’t even know how much it meant to him. To have a safe person. She sung his praises without giving anything away and to be honest? He had been shocked at how well she’d handled constant prodding from overly curious and downright nosy coworkers. They’d all quiet down or walk away when he came over but Y/N would remain there, standing pretty and smiling at him as he approached. 
“Got eaten alive?” He murmured, helping fluff her purposely messy hair. “Poor thing. Nosy fuckers they are, hm?” The tone of voice was low, just for the two of them to hear. She could see his dimple under the makeup, making her want to poke at it but she refrained. It wasn’t the time. 
“Yeah. S’a shame. Eating me is your job.” A coy glance made him stiffen for a second before he clicked his tongue, shaking his head at his girl’s antics. She’s been shameless this whole time. Their established relationship had gone on 2 weeks now but they’d kept it under wraps, all the while she would follow him home or vice versa. Their sex wasn’t stuck to one place anymore, and Harry took full advantage of the positions he could get her in a proper bed or bent over a kitchen counter. Adventurous sex had been a new one for him, and he was taking full advantage. 
“It is, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Shame I couldn’t do it before we came. M’starved.” Painted fingers pulled her in by the corseted waist, letting her lean back to peer at him. “I expect a three course meal after we leave. Maybe four, but I know we’ve been working on getting you there. Maybe tonight will be the night, hm?” 
Another new revelation in their blooming relationship was how utterly obsessed her new boyfriend was with giving her pleasure. Orgasms galore, so much so that she felt a near constant state of sensitivity- but she couldn’t complain. Not when she reaped the benefits of his generous nature. She found his mouth or hands in her more often than not, and if there would be no repercussions there was no doubt in her mind that Harry would crawl on the floor and under her skirt to give her an orgasm before they went out to the attraction- but alas, consequences would be fierce. 
“Let’s keep it calm, big boy.” Her hand smoothed over his chest, patting the warmth of it. “Three is more than enough, but it depends on how good you scare the people tonight.” 
Harry with his chainsaw, it was some sort of foreplay. How he got into a mindset and plotted scares, she could watch form across the way as he revved up the machine and made people sprint. He’d choose the victim of a scare and follow them around for a bit, making them uneasy, all while cornering them closer to Y/N’s section- letting them in for a double haunt that would leave people screeching. 
Realistically, Y/N it was the adrenaline and endorphins, but seeing her boyfriend- yes, she still did a little squeak in her head every time she thought the word- be so good at the job, seeing mid shift when his hair fell slightly in his face and that one curl went over his forehead, she was ready to jump him by the end of the night. He’d find his way over to her a few times a night, brush her dress with his fingers and give her a wink whenever she caught his view, wordlessly promising whatever the hell he wanted afterwards. It was hard to keep her cool when there was something so sexy about seeing him in this sort of element. Confident and hot, she loved watching him know people were both attracted and in fear of him. 
“You know I love a challenge.” He purred, already finding his groove. “Maybe it will be my most terrifying night yet. If you’re the prize at the end of the line, I’m going to give it my all.” Of course he was turning on the charm now, making her flush under her own makeup. He was suave when he did it here, but she knew when they left and the makeup was off he would be a little less smooth with it. A bit more clumsy, and she adored both sides of him. 
“I’ll hold it to you, sir.” She replied, leaning up to leave a little peck on his lips before brushing past him. It was time to see just how bad he wanted it.
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Harry had a point to prove. That much was obvious, watching the glint in his eyes as he stalked past her after his current scare. She was doing her own haunt, which was a lot more different than Harry’s stalk and follow approach. Y/N was more of a jump scare sort of thing, waiting for them to get closer and act just a bit off before deciding to scream and lunge at them. 
His chainsaw hung by his side as he brushed past her, pinning her with his glare. It was full of promise. He was doing incredible tonight, a bit ruthless with his scares and getting people screaming and running. Y/N stayed in her assigned area whereas he had more room to move around, so he was moving them towards her. The guests were shaking, some in particular crying, and she knew that she was most definitely going to be breaking personal scare records tonight. 
It was incredible to watch. With the challenge being given of making it a scarier night and the reward being access to her, he took it seriously. Showing off for her, sending more guests her way for a second half of his scare. He’d loved to watch her get into it, screeching in their faces and going back to acting like nothing happened right afterwards. Y/N was his little devil, his vampire queen, and little did the people know that the bruises underneath the fake blood were all too real, from him. The adrenaline from the scares, the promise of what was to come and the heated glances between the two had him half hard his entire shift, eager to get back to his place to take her- if he could last that long. 
Harry did his best to behave as they went backstage. Keeping his hands to himself, he changed privately and came back out with his leather jacket hanging on his shoulder, a predatory gaze on her while she socialized. He knew she was stalling, teasing as she slowly wiped away the show makeup and fake blood on her skin and neck. Taking her grand old time to hang up her costume and gossip about a group of particularly obnoxious guests they’d had tonight, a school group that had been the worst kind. Teenage boys who tried to ‘scare’ the scare actors. Harry had been the one to scare the shit out of them, following them around and popping out randomly to make them scream. It’d been a good night.
She just needed to stop stalling. His cock was thickening as he watched her cotton pad wipe away the pale makeup, exposing her natural skin and the marks he left remaining on her throat. Her tank top clung to her and the shorts she had worn in were a temptation even before now, his neediness showing when he’d whined when she walked out of his bathroom with them on. It was torture. Y/N had the upper hand here, but she would lose it as soon as they were alone.
As people filtered out and Y/N threw her bag over her shoulder, Harry emerged from the shadowy hall he was hiding in to wrap his arm around her shoulder. His girl jumped before scoffing, nudging him as she let him know how she felt. “You know, I should probably be concerned about how you like to watch me like a stalker after our shifts, but it arouses me instead.” She sighed, admitting the unfortunate truth. She liked feeling his eyes on her, knowing he was thinking about what was to come. 
His makeup was still on, his green eyes exposed instead of the contacts he wore during his scares. It was also probably concerning how much she enjoyed it, but she figured it was akin to having a bit of a mask kink. Roleplay in a sense. Prior to getting to see his natural face, she had only seen the makeup get slightly smudged from the sweat and her mouth, but it was applied there with a firmness most women must be envious of. He had to have gotten the best shit there was. Sometimes she watched from the counter as he applied it with practiced ease, watching the skeletal makeup engulf and change his face. It was like watching him get into character. When the makeup was off, he was a bit more of a shyer boy with her. A little needy and clingy, soft spoken and tender touches. Sweet like honey, gooey and easy to break. With the makeup on? His disguise gave him a filthy amount of confidence, one that had him falling into that dominant, cocky nature she also adored. 
“Eh. You like to be chased and thrown around a bit.” He shrugged, his hand swinging with hers as he made his way to his car. “Don’t think there's anything necessarily wrong with enjoying how your boyfriend admires and follows you around. Especially when you know what lies ahead for you.” There it was. The cockiness that made him smirk, the moonlight hitting him just right so she could see the imprint of his dimple.  
“Mmm.” She hummed, following him slightly from behind. The parking lot was basically empty, but it wasn’t empty enough for his plans. Plus, he didn’t know what sort of security lay in hiding- so he was thinking about his options. He wanted to play tonight. Play a bit more than usual. They only had another week left of this job before they settled into normal life again, the season ending relatively soon. 
Harry helped her into the car, taking her duffle and his own bag to throw in the backseat before fishing his keys from his pocket and sliding into the driver's seat. Turning it into the ignition, he kept his eyes on the road as he began to drive off in the opposite direction of his house. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
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Y/N hadn’t known what the surprise was, but she sure as fuck got nervous when the car turned onto a wooded path. She trusted Harry, but she was unsure what the fuck could possibly be up this path that only seemed to wind upwards on an incline. He ignored her questioning, squeezing her thigh and told her it was fine as he smirked. She wasn’t truly distressed but her heart was beating harder as they made it up to an empty gravel parking lot at the top of the hill. 
Her nerves died down as her eyes widened, looking at the view. It was a perfect view of the lake and town below them. She’d never heard of this spot, but she definitely was a fan. He parked somewhat in the middle, letting them look out at the twinkling stars and the town below them, the boats bobbing on the water. The night was cool and he left the windows up to preserve some of the heat when he turned the car off and backed his chair up the most it could go. 
“Never got to fool around the way most people did in school. Know this is a local spot where people come to play… and I know about your exhibition streak.” His hand stroked her bare skin, turned to look at her. “So I figured… Why not now?”
That’s how she ended up on his lap, hands in his hair as he held both sides of her ass. Squeezing, kneading, playing with her like his own personal toy, Harry was enjoying it thoroughly as she gently rocked on top of him. His mouth was greedy for her own, surely smudging some of the black and white makeup onto her skin but she didn’t care. Sitting on his thicker thighs, letting him touch her as he pleased, she was only focused on how good it felt to kiss him. 
“Such a pretty girl.” He mumbled as his lips went down her neck. “D’you know how happy it makes me to know they all know you’re mine?” It more than pleased him. Harry had never been as proud of having a girlfriend as he was with Y/N. She genuinely liked him, she saw both sides and didn’t prefer either one. Instead, she embraced him and went with his sometimes erratic flow, never seeming to mind. 
“They’re jealous.” She replied, leaning her head back as his mouth worked over the sensitive skin. His teeth nipped, of course, lips attaching to suck another mark she could hide with her hair as she continued. “Jealous I’ve got you. Some act happy but… they ask how I managed to get to know you. Said you never hooked up with anyone before me… And that makes me very happy.” Y/N had a possessive streak of her own, something that Harry fucking loved. He loved watching her pride when she walked with him, both in and out of makeup, and watching the slight irritation she had when people dug a little too deep into wanting to know about them. They never knew Harry was watching from the shadows, almost always following his girl around from a distance. She knew, though. She would shoot him looks to where she thought he was hiding, making him like her even more. 
“Know it does, my possessive girl. You don’t like t’share, hm?” He purred as he pulled back from the fresh mark. “Pretend to complain about the marks I leave on you but you leave ‘em out so they can see. You like them knowing you’re satisfied. Love that they know I’m the one fucking you.” It sent tingles up his spine knowing that. He’d been so used to people being ashamed of him that seeing her be so protective of him was just as arousing as it was heartwarming. 
His fingers strayed from her ass to find the waistband of those pesky little shorts, sliding them down so he had full access to her. He didn’t see her usual pantie line when she’d emerged from the changing booth and he was proven correct as she gasped. “Look at you. Naughty thing, walking around without panties… Why’s that? Thought you loved it when I stuffed them in that pretty mouth to shut you up.” He cooed, sliding one hand down to her cunt, cupping it to make her gasp. 
“I-I wanted it to be easier for you. You were teasing me all night and they were ruined anyway.” It wasn’t something she’d admit to anyone else, but the scaring with Harry aroused her. She loved making people scream, loved watching her boyfriend do the same with no fear in his eyes. Loved even more so when he moved them into her scare zone and helped her out with one. Then he had been following her around with that glint in his eye, always fucking watching her. Y/N loved it, loved that he was always there. There was probably a psychological reason, but all she knew was that her poor underwear had been soaked through. 
“Oh?” He chuckled under his breath. “Should’ve known. You do tend to be a mess when we scare together. Even more than when I just follow you around. Something’s wrong with us, hm? But we don’t care.” He pressed his lips to hers as his thumb found her clit, humming as she gasped against his mouth. She was slippery and wet, his favorite way for her to be as he played with her, rubbing circles over the little swollen button. “No, you like when things are wrong. Like to be watched and followed by me until I bend you over in that dressing room and shove my hand down these slutty little shorts. You taunt and tease and then act surprised when I fuckin’ ruin you.” 
Y/N keened, rubbing herself against him as he moved his thumb on her. Everything he said was the truth so all she could do was nod. She’d been so worked up during the night that even this felt good enough to orgasm from, his rough circles and deep voice getting deep into her head and igniting the flames in her belly. 
“Yeah? Just nodding, can’t even deny it. Knew you wore those to spite me. You just love the idea of someone catching us. Filthy girl, I know you. Know what your body likes.” He rubbed a bit harder, feeling her lean further into him as he did so. “What part has you humping my hand like you’re in heat? Was it feeling my eyes on you all day? Having people be jealous of us? Scaring people?” Y/N couldn’t speak, just whining as she nodded. All of the above.  
Y/N would have been ashamed of how quickly she was about to cum if he hadn’t been tormenting her all night. Like he didn’t know how much those things got to her. Her nails dug into the man’s shoulders, breathing heavy as her mouth opened. “I’m gonna cum.” She warned, albeit in a whimpery tone. Harry loved when she talked like that. His thumb was strong and kept up the movements as they were, his hand holding the back of her neck to keep her forehead pressed to his. 
“Go ahead. Make a mess of my lap, sweetheart. Can’t believe how worked up you are.” He cooed. He could, actually. Considering he was just as wound up, he was throbbing inside of his pants but preferred her pleasure over his own. “C’mon, baby. Can feel it.” 
He could tell as she began to fall over the edge, her body moving to hold onto his harder and her head falling into his own as his thumb continued the movements to work her through it. She let out a desperate moan, shivering in his arms. Harry loved making her cum, it was one of his favorite things to do- and getting to see each thing, hear each moan, he was only feeding into the addiction. 
“There we go, my sweet girl.” He praised. “Just ride it out.” Harry soothed her as the orgasm began to die down, pulling his thumb away as soon as she needed a second to be sensitive and pulling it into his mouth with a hum. His whole hand was wet with her, but tasting her on his skin was another level of hot. 
Y/N knew he wasn’t done. Not in the slightest. Her hand found his jaw and pulled him back for a kiss, drooping on his lap as she kissed him hungrily. The taste of her was still slight on his tongue, making her search for more. Her hands went to his belt, Harry allowing her to undo it and slide it off- but stopped her when she got to the zipper.
“Want t’try something new with you.” He started, suddenly opening the car door and standing up with her in his grip. Her shorts fell off onto the ground but that was the least of her worries as he rounded the front, gently bending her over the hood of his car. The cold metal of the vehicle made her wince momentarily, but his warm palms ran over her immediately to try and make it up to her. The night was chilly but her body was hot from the arousal she felt, his body in between her thighs as she moved for him. 
“Want to take you just like this.” He explained, taking her wrists one by one and placing them to lay behind her back. “And I want you to scream for me. No one’s out here… No one can hear us- or maybe they can.” His hand gave a gentle smack to her ass as he teased. “Just let me take you out in the open. Would’ve done it in the parking lot at work but… Cameras.” He didn’t want anyone else seeing her on video. No, nothing except his own one day. He wanted to have a private folder of the filthy views he got to see, her creaming on his cock, her ass jiggling against his hips, her glossy eyes as he slipped as much as he could down her throat. He wanted to document the pleasure to look at as his own time.  He’d never had someone he liked so much, someone’s body he was so addicted to. 
“Okay, just fuck me.” She panted, wiggling her ass against him. “Just do it, please. Been waiting all night and I need you.” All of this was hotter than most things she dreamt of. Harry taking her out to a wooded clearing, ready to fuck her in his scary makeup over the hood of his car? It sounded like something out of a horror movie about to turn wrong, but she knew he liked her too much. He worshiped her in ways she didn't know possible. It was a fantasy come true. 
“Relax, baby.” He cooed. “Don’t think you should be making too many demands. Y’know I like to be in charge.” She stiffened for a moment as she felt the tip of his cock brush through her folds before arching herself back, whining coming from her throat as he moved back and forth over her clit. “I know you’re achy, know your cunt’s a greedy little thing. M’gonna give it to you but… I just wanted to see this.” He held her by the small of her back keeping her still as he finally began to push in. 
Y/N’s eyes watered as she felt the stretch of him. Relief. She’d been taunted and teased and Harry was finally giving her what they both wanted. He was slow as he did it, his eyes locked at the puffy lips of her cunt as it swallowed him up. Pushing in and taking his time despite a bit of squirming. The wet, spongy walls engulfed him and squeezed tight, spoiling him in the sensation. There was nothing quite like this- quite like her. It didn’t feel this good with anyone else, nor had he ever done it at a place like this. He wouldn’t want to feel it, no other pussy or hole would be as good for him as this one was. Part of it was their emotional connection, he was positive about that, but he swore they had been made for each other physically. Her cunt was made specifically for him to cum in, and his cock to pleasure her. 
Her mouth opened and she let out a moan as he pulled out a little to thrust back in. He could feel his hunger for her growing as he continued, his eyes locked on where they were joined. The light was dim but there was enough moonlight to see her arousal coating him, glistening as he pulled out and pushed back in. It was their warm up, going easy and teasing just a little bit more. 
“Harder, please.” Y/N bleated, trying to wriggle around but to no avail. Harry had her pinned, and she was at his mercy. It would be embarrassing how wet she was getting if she didn’t know how much he loved it. No doubt he was staring at it now, as he always seemed to be mesmerized at how good they looked together. “Please give me more. You’re bein’ mean.” 
Harry stopped, chuckling under his breath as he buried himself to the hilt, prick snug and warm inside of her. Caressing her back, he slid his hand up and down until he got to her ass, squeezing over it. “You think this is being mean to you, darling?” He murmured, grinding himself into her and smirking as he felt her gasp as his cock hit that sweet spot. “I think I’ve been quite nice. Gave you a chance to adjust, didn’t split you open and wreck you. But I should have known better… m’dealing with a needy slut.” His words hissed against her ear as he bent over the car with her, pressing his body into her. “That’s what I get for bein’ a nice boyfriend. What did you want, hm? Wanted that scary man back from work? Gets you wet, we both know. Watching me make people scream, but it's you who wants that. Nasty little whore wants to be ruined.” He pulled up, hand wrapping around the nape of her neck and pinning her back to the car after she tried to follow. “No. I was nice, but you want something else. Want me to show you mean, princess?” His opposite hand came down rough on her ass, making her yelp. “I’ll show you mean.” 
It was gloves off. Y/N should have known she was playing with fire, but she’d been desperate. Harry began to fuck her. Well and truly, fuck her. Hand on the back of her neck pressing her into the car as she cried out into the chilly night air, owning her as her whimpers echoed off the trees. 
“Oh fuck, oh fuck- yes.” Her mouth fell open, hard to speak the words she really wanted to. It made her wet, wetter than usual to have her boyfriend take her out and fuck her where they could potentially get caught. He had said this was a makeout spot, a sightseeing destination, but here he was. Pounding her cunt for all it was worth and making it weep. “S’good, s’good, H-Harry…” 
“Yeah? It’s good?” He sneered. “Finally good enough for the little cockslut? Wasn’t enough that I took you out here… bent you over my car and spread your legs like a bitch in heat… mm, no.” His thrusts were deep and hard, making her move and yelp a little bit as he fucked inside. “Been so nice to you lately, been so fucking sweet… Almost forgot about how much of a nasty bitch you can be.” Harry smacked her ass again, the stinging pain making her cunt quiver around him- because this was perfect. Filthy, a little bit wrong, and a little dangerous. 
“Sopping pussy, so fucking needy. Never seen such a dirty girl in my life, but s’why your mine, isn’t it?” He cooed, acting as if he wasn’t pummeling her. Y/N could barely breathe, his rough thrusts making her cheek press harder into the warming metal. She could hear it, hear how messy she was making the both of them and it only made it worse. She was bare and vulnerable to the world and Harr was just taking it, taking care of her and using what she was offering. Ruining her like he had been meant to do. 
“Uh huh.” She gasped, feeling the tears return to her eyes. “I-I’m yours, I’m yours, my body is yours, I want to m-make you happy.” The words were a hiccuped plea, the warm tears growing cold against her skin as the beginnings of her orgasm were starting to take over. Neither of them would last long like this, not after the foreplay and the new situation. She hadn’t expected to be bent over a car in the middle of the forest and fucked into oblivion in the moonlight, no, but this was quickly becoming a favorite. “Face- I wanna see your face, please.” 
Harry paused, smiling to himself as she asked to look at him. He was still in his makeup, albeit smeared, but he knew how much she loved it. He obliged, carefully pulling out and turning her over so her back laid against the hood. “There’s my pretty girl.” His mean persona melted away for a moment as he bent down to kiss her hard, pushing the hair away from her sweaty face. “Adore you. You okay?” He wasn’t a stranger to her crying during sex from the pleasure, but he wanted to double check.
“Mhm.” She was dazed, but so fucking good. He had surprised her for sure, but she loved every part of this. “Perfect. Keep making me cry, Sir.”
His eyes darkened once more at the honorific. Y/N knew how to push buttons, and she did it successfully with him. Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, but she didn’t care. Seeing his face turn like that, even hidden beneath the layers, it made her clench around nothing. “Inside me, please.”
“At least the slut’s got manners.” He scoffed, angling himself as he thrust back in. It was a different view here. Instead of watching her ass bounce against him, he got to see her tits moving under her tank top as he began his thrusting yet again. They were covered in the thin excuse of a top and that simply wouldn’t do. “Why are you hiding from me? Let me see your tits.” He grunted, thumb finding her clit as he stared down at her. Y/N stared at him with a dazed expression for a moment before he snarled, smacking his fingers over her clit. “Know you get dumb on my cock, but fucking listen to me.”
And oh- Oh, Y/N loved that. Maybe there was something severely wrong with her, but she loved when he talked like that. It sent her into a frenzy, her poor abused pussy gushing slightly around him as he smacked her clit again. A keening whine left her throat as she scrambled to lift her shirt up, baring herself to him. It was a little humiliating in the best way. Being basically naked while getting fucked out in the open, her body flushed in heat now so the cold didn’t bother her and sounds leaving her body without her permission. Harry was playing into a fantasy, one she was all too aware of wanting to happen again. Anyone could drive up and see him wrecking her, anyone could watch how good she got fucked. 
“There you go. Not that hard, was it? My pretty, dumb little slut.” The man cooed, fingers finding her nipples, pinching them as he railed her.  “God, you’re making such a fucking mess on me. Gonna put me away wet, hm? Or should I make you suck me on the way back? Bet you would.” He babbled, watching as her breasts bounced at the force of his thrusts and her face pinched in pleasure. The sound of their fucking was audible, the smack of skin hot and heavy as it echoed off the trees. Y/N wasn’t being quiet, much to his delight. Moaning for him, for more, little crystalline tears dribbling out of the corners of her eyes and looking so pretty as they trailed down her cheeks. She was rambling about how good it felt, how much she needed him, and it fueled that evergrowing ego. 
Outside of their sex, he was the sweetest thing. He liked to dote on her and cuddle her, learning her skincare routine and braiding her hair when she was too tired after work. He took her to the park and made their own lunches, trying to expand outside his slightly agoraphobic bubble because she was giving him the affection and confidence he needed. Y/N wasn’t at all ashamed to be seen holding his hand or kissing his cheek, she had changed his life and ways she had no clue of- and giving her the best sex possible was the least he could do. 
During sex she liked him a little mean, which he loved to lean into. But this was a lot, and she was responding so fucking well- he knew from their limits discussion that he was okay to do it, but seeing it actually pan out positively gave him a confidence kick yet again.  
Her babbling continued but got higher in pitch, her eyes continuing to cry as she sniffled and whimpered his name as she held on to one of his forearms with force. “Yes, anything y-you want. Wanna make you happy, Sir. Please, I just…” She let out a little sob. “M’gonna cum. Can I? Please?” The beg was cute, his smirk growing on his face as he looked at the desperation on hers. There was something so erotic about this vision in front of him. Her lips still stained from her lipstick and puffy from their kisses and biting, the tiniest bit of mascara still on her lashes smearing under her eyes, his prior love bites in different stages on her tits- this was fucking heaven and he wished he could photograph it- but that was for later. 
“May I.” He scolded, smacking over her clit again to make her jolt. “Ask properly, and you can.” 
Y/N scrambled to answer as he felt the beginnings of it on his cock. He knew how perfect it felt when she came wrapped around him, but it was even better that she wanted his approval.  “May I cum, please Sir? Please- I can’t hold it, I really can’t, wanna be good, I need to-” Her panicked voice broke as his thumb brushed repeatedly over her swollen clit. There was no way she could hold it. Not when he was looking down at her with that glint in his eye. 
“Do it. Make a mess.” He ordered. “Cum for me, now.” He continued his thrusts as he felt the rapid clenching take over, her back arching and tits thrust in the air as she let go. Creaming around him, shivering as she let out a broken sob yet again, louder this time as she writhed under him. Her hot walls pulsed around him, as if begging for his cum- and he was going to give it to her. 
“Fuck, there’s my girl. Look so fucking gorgeous when you cum f’me, shit.” He grit through his teeth as his thrusts grew sloppy. “Where do you want it? Where does my pretty little whore want that cum?” He didn’t have much time left for her to answer, but her body did it for him. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him into her as she finally found the words.
“In, inside, inside me, Harry. Cum in me, give it to me, I want it.” She rambled, begging for it. How could he ever say no to that? The desperation, the true yearning for him to bust his load inside of her hot, perfect cunt and paint it white, he couldn’t resist it. His eyes took in the scene in front of him, how her puffy cunt was clinging to him as he pushed her open. The mess of slick and cream forming a filthy ring around the base of his cock as he fucked into her, smeared over the sides. Her trembling thighs and hard nipples moved along with his movement. Her swollen clit that was sensitive to the touch, how he fucking stretched her to the brim. There was nothing hotter than this. 
He cursed loudly as he began to climax, his balls throbbing as he began to spurt his load inside of her. Mouth open and eyes hooded in pure rapture, he watched as his sloppy thrusts inside of her and his cum began to coat him, making even more of a mess between them. It was nasty and hot and perfect for this scenario, a scary man taking a pretty, innocent little thing for all she was worth over the hood of his car in the dark woods. The strength of said orgasm surprised him, making him lean further over and pull her into him. His face found hers, kissing her mouth again as he worked them through the aftershocks of their pleasure, pulling her up so he could hold her against him. 
“My perfect girl. Did so good, always so fuckin’ good for me.” He mumbled against her mouth, giving her the praise he knew she needed. He hadn’t been that mean before and while she enjoyed it, she needed to have no doubts whatsoever about his affections for her. “M’so proud of you. Took it so well, make me so happy, my little angel. Obsessed with you.” He pecked her between sentences, pausing his thrusts to a halt. Staying inside of her for now, he knew it would hurt when he pulled out. There was no rush, only to make sure she was warm. Based off of both of their sweaty bodies, the chill of the autumn night was more than welcome. 
Pulling back from her lips, he stroked the tears that still fell- albeit at a much slower pace- and cleaned her up the best he could. There was no way to feel clean after sex like that and he knew it would be a nice shower when they got back to his place, but he was still going to do a bit of aftercare here and now. “My baby.” He whispered, voice a little hoarse. “Y’alright? Went a bit more intense than normal.” It was a bit of an understatement, really. Her nod in reply wasn’t good enough for him. “None of that. You know I want your words, precious.” 
“M’good.” She whispered, sounding just as tired and fucked as she looked. “So good, but so tired. Loved that a lot.” She clung to him, her achy arms wrapping around his shoulders as he picked her up off of the hood and carried her to the still open backseat. He apologized profusely, cooing at her as he pulled out, but he needed to clean her up.
“As sexy as it is seeing me dripping from you, can’t have my girl uncomfortable.” his lips pressed against her thigh as he gently wiped her clean with the tissues that were conveniently in the car. “Gonna take you home and we can hop in the shower, hm? Grab some food on the way home?” He grabbed her discarded shorts and slowly began to pull them up her legs. “Know I’m not into fast food but you deserve a treat.” 
Y/N perked up, a sleepy smile on her face as Harry’s nimble fingers adjusted her tank top and grabbed his hoodie from the other side of the backseat to pull over her head. He’d seen the goosebumps on her legs. His thoughtfulness aways did astound her. No one would ever guess he just called her a pretty, dumb little slut. He encased her in a soft bubble of affection as soon as the sex was over and she’d never known anything like it before. Hopefully she wouldn’t have any other partners. As early on as it was, as the days passed she began to become sure that the meeting between them was no coincidence. Her finding this job, applying, and catching the one man’s eye who never hooked up with anyone whilst also not in the market to do so, giving into his flirtations, all of it was fate. There was no other option. Something had pulled her in. 
For something meant to be so scary, it sure ended up being sugary sweet. 
“Sounds good.” She sighed, pulling him closer to kiss his puffy lips again. “Can you just hold me for a minute, though?” That vulnerable feeling was different now, in the shadows of their intense lust. It was floaty and soft and Harry was the anchor that made sure she didn’t fly too far away. 
“Course. M’never going to say no to holding you.” In all honesty, if he could do his work all day with her snuggled in his lap, he would. He never felt the need for personal space around her, and as scary as that had felt at first, he knew now that it was just the feeling of a pairing being right. It was early, some may say too early to tell, but he was pretty sure he’d found the one. 
Someone who saw him as more than Scarred.
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kinktober day twenty-five: biting kink
>>> oh yeah i got a new laptop! went back in and reformatted the other days so hopefully they aren't an eyesore but we back on track with choso here :)) he's so.....yum...he's so....biting coded idk
>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: sorta dark content just to be safe, biting, a little blood, one spank, spitting, oral (f!receiving), doggy, uh kinda yandere coded i suppose, one kinda baby-trapping comment >>> wc: 3.3k >>> event masterlist:
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choso is a family oriented man. it’s at the core of who he is, and everyone knows how important his family is to him—no matter how small said family was. his brother yuji meant a lot to him as his only “blood” relation and closest friend. he loves the guy more than anything. or, he thought he did. that was easy to say until he met you of course. choso was new to life despite his soul being over a hundred years old, and he had never experienced the emotions you bring him. the joy, the excitement, the true love. it amazes him and he’s still not quite used to all of it just yet, despite the several years that you’ve been together. 
you met through yuji during the height of his woes of war and the inner battles he fought against his own cursed brain—toeing the line between human and monster. at some point, he made peace with not belonging. he knew that yuji loves him and that was really all he needed. he didn’t have to relate to yuji’s struggles. his perfectly human issues, like running behind on laundry now that fushiguro is on a mission and isn’t hounding him to do it. he didn’t have to relate to the emotions of love and worry and anxiety or jealousy, not until yuji introduced him to a fellow sorcerer—a kyoto school alumni. you were radiant. like a captive ray of sunshine. he hadn’t experienced such warmth in his chest, blossoming across his face. what was this? he missed your name. he was too busy panicking over introducing himself and how he would do so that he’s already made a complete fool of himself by the time he bows at the shoulders and gives you a gentle whisper of his name. 
you miss his name too, he was much too quiet. you look to yuji, and he clarifies. “my brother, choso. the one i was telling you about!” he pats your back, and you do remember him telling you about his older sibling. by the time choso’s lifted back to his regular posture, he’s convinced yuji’s probably only revealed the most embarrassing things about him and that you would be put off just by the knowledge of what he is. but when he looks at you again, you’re smiling. you give him your hand instead of bowing, repeating your name and cheerfully offering to show him around kyoto city. 
he was so glad he accepted. that warmth in his chest never went away. you were so addictive. you didn’t bat an eye at his awkwardness and you seemingly took pleasure in teaching him any gaps he had yet to experience. that day, when you showed him around the city–he had no clue what it was that he felt for you. he followed you around your town, touring shops and exploring scenery with you, with no trace of embarrassment. you were easy to get along with, naturally talkative and entertaining—he learned a lot about you that night. you were captivating. you were standing at a natural pond, pointing out some cranes and spouting off facts about their mating cycles. he had no clue what half of it really meant, but he liked the sound of your voice and the excitement shimmering in your eyes. he knew he wanted to feel this warmth again. he never wanted it to go away—his body was buzzing with the feeling of being alive. he’d never had that before. it was you, it had to be you, maybe that was your cursed technique. but either way, choso was hooked. 
“you’re beautiful.” he blurted out in the middle of your educational rant, and he’s not sure what made him say so. clearly you were gorgeous—but the confidence to confess it was something he was sure he would lack forever. maybe his brother had rubbed off on him, after all yuji was very outward with his affection for his boyfriend. but you weren’t choso’s anything. he just met you. and if he hadn’t left an awful first impression, he was sure he had made things way to awkward for a first interaction now. 
but you giggle. he likes the sound. it was warm like that feeling in his chest. you turn to give him your attention then, and he really gets to see the gentleness in your eyes. so free of judgment, so soft as they look over him. he’s sure he’s blushing again. 
“so are you.” you grin, one side of your mouth higher than the other. he’s entranced by it. but he’s not the only one affected by this first time encounter. you were amazed by his kindness. he was easy and gentle, not to mention ethereally gorgeous.he was tall and broad, and even though he was covered head to toe, you could tell by the veins in his hands that nothing but strength and muscle lurked beneath his oversized sweater. 
that really sent him reeling. what does he say to that? he’s never been in this position before and yuji certainly didn’t give him any pointers. he could only follow his overly-forward example in his established relationship. “i like you. i want to see you again.” he tucks his hands in his pockets and scuffs his boots over some dirt. 
“like a date?” you ask, brow raised and hopeful. it had only been a few hours of wandering together but you liked the calm tranquility he brought—along with that strikingly handsome face. 
date. date? he knows what that is, he remembers something about these. it’s where couples spend time together! but you weren’t a couple yet, so… was that different? he could ask later, right now you stare up at him expectantly—and he can’t say no to that look on your face. “yes. romance.” he nods, and you smile softly at the attempt.
though romance you he did. he must have learned a lot in the weeks leading up to your official first date, because from that point on choso never ceased to amaze you. he surely didn’t know everything about being a boyfriend, but you made things pretty easy on him. he mostly acted off of instinct, and where that failed him–you made sure to keep him informed on how to love, console, talk through his feelings, and navigate any other bump in the road along the way of your beautiful three years together. 
you taught him how to embrace his intimacy, too. and boy, is that his favorite way of loving you. he is clingy and possessive–you’re the only person alive who could evoke such neediness from him, of course he wants to stay near you always and make his claim on you as visible as possible. hasn’t he already established how beautiful you are? i mean your nature and beauty alone was enough to bring someone like him out of his shell. he can only imagine what effect you must have on lesser men. 
he never imagined that lesser men would include your male coworker— partner. even worse. he may be unfamiliar with several things that this life has to offer, but the concept of a work husband was not lost on him. especially when it comes time to pick you up that day. choso always liked to pick you up. he liked to see you as soon as possible number one, and number two he liked to make sure his presence was still well noted around your infested office. he picked a good day to stop by, apparently. your partner had you trapped in your chair—his body wedged between your desk and any escape. choso could tell by the look in his eye that his intentions were anything but pure–and clearly the healing bruises peeking up over your collar weren’t enough to let the pervert know that you were more than spoken for. 
you could feel his energy as soon as he rounded the corner, and your relief was clear. you slump into your seat, ready for your loving boyfriend’s rescue from this horribly awkward conversation. your relief doesn’t last long. the look on your boyfriend’s face was that of pure rage, his eyes a dark purple flame. your pesky coworker seems to feel the perilous stare. he wheels around to be met with the boyfriend you warned him about, and he opens his mouth to make excuses. 
“leave. don’t talk to her again.” he utters from your doorway, making sure the man had to walk past him to obey his requests. “want kids one day?” he threatens, raising his brow, his face a nasty scowl. the guy backs aways from you immediately, tucking his head to slide past choso and pray that his sliminess doesn’t get on his clothes. choso growls a little upon his exit, slamming your door shut behind him. your kind and gentle boyfriend was in the backseat of his own mind, and you knew it. he was blinded with jealousy—though he trusts you with his life. it just disgusts him that anyone can picture you in the way that’s only meant for him. if he could, he’d make sure no one could even look at you, though that’s far from an achievable reality. he stares at you, the fire dimming in his eyes only slightly since you were not the source of his rage—but you would surely be the resolve of it. 
you could tell what he was ordering you to do without him having to say a word, and it wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve let choso fuck you in your office. it excites you to see him so controlling. you unbutton your blouse, moving from your office chair to the desk to present yourself for him. he growls approvingly, thumbing over his bottom lip as he admires you. you’re already a patchwork of bruises in various stages of healing—and thanks to your overzealous partner, he’d have to add more to the collection. 
“just panties.” he orders in that low silken tone of his. you can see the imprint of his cock steadily hardening against the casual black jeans he chose to wear today. your mouth nearly salivates at the thought of how rough he was about to be with you as you grip at the sides of your pencil skirt, yanking it down your legs and into the floor before you move for your bra—sighing at the relief of your free chest meeting the cool air. he nods, tugging at the neck of his shirt to remove it. 
your body just puts everything in overdrive. every need to take you and mark you up intensifying tenfold. you are perfect, sultry little lips, a perfect rack and curves for days. he knew he was hardly the first guy to fantasize about you—but he had to make sure he was the only one taking up your thoughts. you shudder at the reveal of his chiseled top half. he was so bulky despite first impressions, huge biceps and thick, veiny forearms. his chest was wide and pecs defined, he was a god. your legs shift wider in subconscious accommodation for him and he’s pushing his jeans down and giving you a half-lidded smirk—enough to make your panties stick to your cunt in anticipation of him. he grabs your chin, giving you a harsh kiss. he was so dual, so easy with you one moment and brutal with you the next, it was everything. he gnaws at your lip, shoving his thick tongue into your mouth, licking over the walls over your cheeks and tasting the bitter energy drink you’ve been sipping on your tongue. he chuckles when he pulls away, your lip puffy in the spot his teeth met. 
“so pretty even your coworkers want you. what am i gonna do with you, sweetheart?” he sighs, sinking to his knees. he rubs you over your panties, enjoying the squishy mush he feels waiting for him beneath the fabric. you kick your legs on either side of him, leaning back on the desk to get more of that feeling, his fingers temporarily hooking on your clit with each pathetic little roll of your hips. “only this wet for me though, right?”
you nod vigorously, parting those swollen lips to plead your case. he swipes your panties to the side and loudly spits against your clit. his other thumb comes in to spread the nasty lube. you clamp your mouth shut again at the feeling of his digits stroking over you, your studious boyfriend having learned exactly where to touch you through your times together. you shudder instantly, body responding through jerks of your legs and trying to shut them around his head. that only makes him move his fingers all together, leaning in to suckle your clit in between his teeth, biting at the sensitive nub. you can feel his hair rub against your inner thighs, the warmth and wetness of his mouth making you look around for a way to ground yourself against the rapid stretching elastic feeling in your core. his hands find the dimples of your thighs, kneading at them and groaning as he flicks his tongue against the nerves now—memorizing the patterns and speed you liked best like this quick figure eight he was doing now. 
one hand grips the desk, your other coming up to grip at his black pigtail, whisper-chanting his name as helplessly grind on his face. he knows you won’t last much longer, and he knows exactly how to push you over the edge—letting his fingers take the place of his mouth so he could occupy his teeth with the plush skin of your inner thighs. luckily you love it, his sick need to brand you in the most dangerous way possible—loving the message it sends. you squeal as he sinks into your flesh, seeing stars from the combining sensations. 
“choso!! cumming, oh shh—” your mouth drops open, the shocks coming over you in waves. if he was in a kinder mood, he’d work you through the onslaught and let you sit on his length, working you both out in such a delicious fashion. but he’s insatiable, and one of those sweet squeals from you is not anywhere near enough. he stands back to full height, pulling off those soaked panties and letting them lie forgotten along with the rest of your clothes. you’re so gone already—so beautiful and blissed out in the way that you have taught him exactly how to do this to you and no one could be as attentive and cater to you like he does. you look up at him so sweetly, you’ve given over your entire body for him to decorate as he sees fit—and your neck doesn’t have his teeth marks in the delicate skin where everyone can see. no, he had been a gentleman so far, keeping everything coverable–tasteful peeks available depending on the work shirts you chose. he thumbs over your lip, scraping his teeth over your jaw and nipping at different places just enough to bruise, loving the blues and reds left in his wake. he knows to be careful, to avoid your carotid–no one’s more in tune with blood flow than he is. so he picks his spot, laving his tongue over it as his fingers play in the mess between your legs, making you gasp and hump into his hand again like the eager little girl you are. you scream out his name when he bites, the iron tang of blood dripping on his tongue and down that pretty neck of yours. you kick your feet, the pain so deep but so good—connected directly to the panging need in your cunt, you can’t deny that his kink is one you share. 
you can see the red staining his teeth when he pulls away to look at the little streaks running down your skin–just enough. he would never seriously hurt you, and he knows that you love to be bitten and branded as much as he loves to do it. you grin at the sight of him, blood on his lip and desire burning in the place of his earlier rage. he turns you, helping you lean over your desk so he could see what marks needed to be replaced on your ass. he licks his teeth, several had healed up and disappeared to his distaste. he slaps the supple skin, making you jump a bit with giddiness—some dizziness even. you push against your wooden desk to feel his warmth, his large hand enough to sting your whole cheek as his teeth sink into the other. your eyes roll back a little, knowing this one had drawn blood based on the way he soothes over the indents with his tongue. it’ll be hard to sit on it tomorrow, but he compliments the brand with a few hickies surrounding the main piece, palming at your skin to soothe. he loves hearing you mewl and moan when he claims you, he loves seeing that glistening layer of your want for him on your thighs when he spreads your ass cheeks, grunting out just how happy it makes him as he guides his fat leaking cockhead to the eager entrance. 
he hisses and you moan when he bottoms out in you, giving you inch by inch without mercy. you press your cheek to the cool wood of the desk, only able to feel the heat of your body and his hot cock sliding in and out of you. you can’t speak, he fills you too well. he’s angled too perfect, hitting every spot over and over to make you stupid—unable to even hold yourself up any longer. he loves using such a brutal pace on you, thrusting powerfully enough that his balls slap against your bruised ass. you clench down around him so tight he’s worried his cock might snap in two—but it’s so worth it for the animalistic moans spilling from your throat every time he nudges against your cervix. you look so cute beneath him, clawing at the desk and screaming his name in those silent yells. 
“is this my pussy? tell me who’s pussy this belongs to.” he grunts, pulling your arms behind your back. you arch to fight against the depth he’s getting, only to give him more with your squirming. he tightens his hold to keep you still, using his other hand to pull your hair up for a clear answer. you inhale sharply at the pain, the feeling so blissful you can feel another elastic band stretching thin inside you. “asked you a question, sweetheart. speak up.” 
“yes–” you choke out, trying to collect your thoughts in between the loud beats of your heart and throbs of your pussy. “all yours, ‘s your pussy chos–choso!” you cry out, the rubber band snapping as he finds the weak spot of your womb. 
“that’s my good girl, want my pussy to cum for me.” he squeezes your wrists in one big hand—freeing your hair. you gasp out, nodding eagerly as the release comes gushing, your series of babbles and squeals enough to do him in. he slams his cock as deep as it will go–hoping to one day mark you as his in the most obvious way possible as his seed spills into your insides. he rocks you both through it this time, a sign that your boyfriend was returning to normal after receiving the cure to his sour mood. his soft hands caress the curves of your waist as he stills, catching his breath. you lay beneath him in a dream state, blood on your body and traces on the table and on his own person. he chuckles a little—hopefully your partner, and any other oblivious skeez, gets the point now, if your screaming didn’t run them out of the office.
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unluckilyimnot · 27 days
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A small making out w loki (bllk) plssss? I hc him that he's shy in public but wild when ur alone ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡
(no pressure on doing this thooo)
sweet boy w Loki (bllk)
making out, semi-public
m.list || rules || requests are open :)
note: hiii i agree with that, i'm sure that shy/sweet boys are in fact feral and that's : hot. i can't wait to see Loki more ! it's the same, i'm not sure it that good but i hope it's just fine <3
Update pls guys that's not the only thing I can do im a fluff girlie 😭
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If you ask anyone about Loki, they will say that he’s a sweet, with a gentle smile, maybe a little shy and humble man. Always cheering people, a very good player and the first looking for the best in people. You agree with all of that, well for most part.
His soft smile doesn’t necessarily mean the same thing for you, not that he’s an asshole with you. He can just be a little… brutal ? His shyness disappears, let’s say and he doesn’t need much to do so.
“Julian, what if anybody sees us –” you try to prevent it from happening but his hands were already all over your body and so were his lips soon after. Kissing you so you would stop talking for a second, he tilts your head up to get a better angle. The night was boring, long for nothing he was kinda tired of it. He needed to clear his mind a little and you were gorgeous in this dress, he could take a break from this charity thing.
You left the reception quietly and he found a calm place, away from the big event just to let his hand rub your figure up and down, staying a little more around your ass ; you know it takes him everything to not grab it. He deepens the kiss, getting drunk on the taste of alcohol laying on your lips. Your hands naturally circle around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
It’s ruining your makeup, your lipstick will be all over his lips and yours but you don’t care anymore. Kissing Loki is a feeling like no other. Your tummy is a mess, you can’t catch your breath and feeling his leg pushing through yours doesn’t help at all. You melt at the feeling, moaning in his mouth. You’re long gone.
If he could eat you alive, he would. He’s obsessed with the feeling of your flesh between his teeth – he can’t wait to get back to his place – but for the moment he had to deal with it. It can’t be seen, but he’s desperate, kissing you like his life depends on it. Grabbing your ribs a little harder, feeling your skin melt in his hand without really feeling it ; it’s driving him crazy.
You bite his tongue playfully, a small smirk on your lips but it’s quickly swept away when he grabs your neck, a little warning for you to watch what you’re doing.
He’s already taking a lot on himself, don’t make it harder, but when you try once again your back is pushed back against the wall.
“Don’t, or you won’t walk tomorrow.” he whispered in your ear before composing himself and smiling at you. Your crimson lipstick on his lips and skin and a gaze telling you already a lot of what will happen to you when you get home.
That’s what you meant when you say that he wasn’t as shy as he seems. You gulped hard, before clearing your throat.
“I’ll get us something to fix that. I’ll be right back.” you were running away from his consuming gaze, or else you’ll be begging for more tight there. He nodded, waiting patiently for you to come back before he could head back to the main room, but only with your blushing face in mind. And all the pretty things he could do to you. 
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ch-4-eri · 1 year
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hi! may i request a fwb to lovers trope for sirius black? love your work! i do little happy kicks whenever you post 🫶🏻
I’m just fine. | Sirius black
(Part 2) (Part 3)
You were against Sirius’s cold apartment wall with his lips to your neck and his hands on your waist, savoring you in with your eyes closed and your mind elsewhere.
It was not a surprise that you were like this after some time of meeting this absolutely breathtaking man that was kissing you like his life depended on it.
You bit your lip as his tongue soothed down a love bite he placed just below your collarbone as you were spiraling, you were in love with him to say the least.
In love was an understatement, Sirius had your heart race and palms sweat just by a glance your way, you felt ridiculous really, until one day you found yourself agreeing to a ‘benefits’ level to your friendship, some days you started to regret it because he made you feel so much more than an orgasm you found yourself hard to come down from.
He made you feel beautiful, wanted, loved, he made you feel so special, or maybe that’s just how Sirius is, a sweet talker, he could easily make you believe what he’s saying and you fell for it.. another terms of conditions were to not fall in love, just have a good time and be on your way.
Yet you found yourself thinking of him everyday, every second, he’s always the person that comes to mind when you randomly hear a love song, you wanted Sirius more than just a body but risking that is too much for you to handle.
“You seem distracted.” Sirius whispered against your skin, his gray eyes meeting yours in a cold stare, his smudged eye make up making your heart twitch in your chest, fever rising up your neck. “I’m- I’m not.” You lied, the words barely coming out from how nervous he makes you feel.
Sirius smirked softly before he placed a finger underneath your chin, leveling your eyes with his, you and Sirius used to have sex and leave, now he starts a conversation, asks about you, wonders what you think about, you had no idea how this could mean anything but you couldn’t help but think something of it and you’re leading yourself on with your delusions.
“You’re good at everything but lying.” Sirius continued, his eyes never breaking eye contact which was making you more nervous by the second. “Sirius, I’m fine- okay?” You overwhelmingly placed a hand to his tattooed chest, pushing him back gently, your eyes staring off to the side. “Hey, alright.. relax.” Sirius stroked your hair with his hand.
“Do you still want-“
“Yeah, of course.” You shut him up with a kiss, anything but to get him looking at you, you couldn’t handle that anymore.
You took a heavy sigh as Sirius toppled over you, tangled in his sheets, his long black hair splayed all over your chest, your hands in it. “You alive in there?” You asked before he started chuckling, heavy breathing. “Yeah gorgeous, I’m good.” He raised his head as you pushed back his hair from his face. “I should put it up more often when we’re like this.” Sirius got off of you, laying next to you.
“No! I mean-“ you cleared your throat. If there’s anything you loved the most was Sirius’ hair, it was such a turn on. “Do whatever you want.. I just- like it like this…” you shyly spoke, not realizing he was looking at you with a full smile on his flushed pale face. “Noted.” He smirked before you sat up, bringing your shirt over your head.
“Leaving so soon?” Sirius stroked your back with a finger, making you tingle. “You want cuddles?”
“Rubbish, I was just joking.” He huffed a laugh as you wondered how serious he is, joking was his nature so this meant nothing.
“Right.” You said as you dressed up in your pants, smoothing down your hair that desperately needed washing. Sirius only grabbed a cigarette and was already inhaling toxins down his lungs. “Goodnight.” You said before he blew you off with a hand and you were on your way.
You made your way down to your car, checking your phone and the messages from your best friends you’ve missed from hours ago.
You immediately felt like a lump was sat in your throat and you felt too overwhelmed to start the car as you put your phone aside and took a deep breath, why were you doing this?
How much longer is going to take where all you do every other day is pull up from his place, instead of sleeping and seeing the sun from his window? You felt used, that’s exactly what was going on either.
The feeling of wanting to belong is hunting you and you felt so childish for being so naive and needy, but why wouldn’t you? You loved Sirius so much, you did hope for a future with him, you were just having a patience issues with all of it, part of you wanted to get up there confess everything and run, never look back but then he’d laugh at you, he’d resent you, you’re just a body to him weren’t you? That’s all it took until you were sobbing with your forehead on the steering wheel.
You arrived a little late to your work, a local coffee shop you wasted some time at, which is where you’ve met Sirius, knowing his gang of friends are always visiting and ordering, you liked them lots.
“Sorry! Sorry I’m late.” You rushed inside as Sirius followed you, despite your other colleagues. “Are you okay?” Sirius asked, his work clothes neatly on, the only neat clothing Sirius ever had on, his black hair was neatly brushed back and put into a bun behind his cap.
“Yeah- just slept for too long.” You quickly started putting your hair back, Sirius still staring at you, fidgeting in his place. “Sirius?” You called, he looked nervous and out of it. “Why the hell are you standing here still?”
“I wanted to talk to you, I wish you got here earlier.”
“Can it wait? Is Michelle here?” You asked for you other coworker as Sirius pointed out back and you hurriedly moved, passing him to finally start your work unless you wanted to be yelled at.
It was in the afternoon after you’ve finally calmed from the fact that you were late and your work was a lot smoother and there’s less people, before Sirius’ friends made their way in. Talking and chatting as they put in their orders. “James, you can’t drink all of this.” Remus said, the taller one of all spoke, he had a pretty shade of dark blonde hair that caught light from the sun before his attention turned to you.
“Could you tell him he can’t drink all these?” He said as you giggled. “No I can’t, he has to order as much as he can so I can get paid at the end of the day.” You winked, James smacked his friend in the arm as you started working on their orders. “Why thank you! See? I can drink whatever I want, coffee police.” James joked as Peter quietly ordered from Sirius his drink because he was too nervous to bat any eyelash towards you.
“There you go, your drinks are ready.” You called out for the two blokes, giving out the receipt. Glancing at Sirius who was supposedly working, but he was shooting daggers with his eyes at you, you scowled and looked away. He was acting weird ever since you came late to work.
“Sirius, what’s with you today?” You asked on your much needed break away from everyone before Sirius walked in, visibly annoyed. “Nothing.” He responded, grabbing some food and leaning against the wall. “Nothing my ass, spill.” You bit on your sandwich and you were so thankful you swallowed before he said what he said next.
“I have a date but I’m flunking out, she’s really hot though.” Sirius said, chuckling. “What?!” You surprised yourself with the sudden response before you blinked, placing the food down and dusting off your hands. “A what?” You tried to remain calm but your insides were getting flipped the more you sat in front of him.
“A date, you okay in there?” Sirius raised a brow that’s usually pierced but he’d taken out for work.
“I didn’t know you were the commitment guy.” You said swallowing down your broken heart, she was hot? What was his standard anyway? You felt insanely self conscious at that moment.
“She’s nice, the face and personality department for sure so I thought why not?” Sirius continued as he took his phone from his pocket. Unlocking it and flipping through it before the screen was in your face, the said girl’s picture before you.
She was indeed hot, and absolutely nothing like how you looked which made your stomach flip in unease. “Oh, she’s really pretty.” You said, bitterly. “Right?” Sirius smirked before he hid his phone back, his face dropped as he did so.
“If things go well… I’ll text you?” He asked as you nodded just to get him to stop talking. You finished cleaning up behind you and continued your shift with the heaviest feeling in your chest you’ve hated so badly.
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brunosbambina · 1 year
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Ragazza Sporca 2.0
Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.
❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+
Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.
This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.
Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.
Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.
You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.
It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.
And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.
And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.
You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.
"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.
"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"
Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.
"W-wait just give me a second."
Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?
Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.
"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.
"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.
Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.
"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."
He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.
"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.
Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.
"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"
Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.
"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."
"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."
Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.
Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.
You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.
With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?
Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.
"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"
You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.
Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"
Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"
"N-no, what? I wasn't—"
Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.
"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"
Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.
"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)
Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.
"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"
"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"
"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.
"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.
"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."
Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.
"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."
Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.
Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?
Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.
"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.
You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.
"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.
Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."
"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.
Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.
"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"
Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.
Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."
Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"
You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.
"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.
You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.
"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.
You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"
"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.
You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.
"I... imagine y-you touching me."
"Where?"
"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.
"Do you want me to touch this again?"
"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."
To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.
"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."
Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.
Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.
"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.
"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.
"I want more, I want you."
Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.
"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."
You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.
"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.
Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.
"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.
"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."
Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.
"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.
Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.
With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.
Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.
"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."
Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.
"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)
Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.
Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.
With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?
Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.
Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.
"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.
The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.
"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.
Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.
"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)
"Yes, Capo."
Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.
"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)
Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.
"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"
You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.
"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)
The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.
Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.
"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)
Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.
Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.
"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)
Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"
"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)
Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.
"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)
Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.
"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.
"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."
"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.
Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.
"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.
Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.
"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.
Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.
"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.
"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.
Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.
"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.
Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.
"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"
Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.
"Or do you?"
"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.
Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.
"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.
Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.
"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)
Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.
"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.
You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.
"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.
Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.
"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.
Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.
"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.
Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.
"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.
"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)
Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.
Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.
"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)
"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.
Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.
"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)
You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.
Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.
There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.
Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.
"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)
Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."
Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.
"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."
You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.
"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."
Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.
"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)
A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"
A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.
"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.
Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."
You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.
"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)
Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.
"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)
Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.
"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.
Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.
"You didn't have to, but thank you."
Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.
"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."
Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.
Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.
"Bruno," you call out.
Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.
"Is your shower really broken?"
Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.
"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"
"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."
Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"
"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.
"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."
Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.
"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.
He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?
"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."
Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.
"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.
You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."
"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)
The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.
"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"
"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."
Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."
Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.
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Note: requested by an anon :)
Warnings: suggestive/lowkey smut. fluff, bit of angst, not much else I think.
pairing: Sihtric x you (f)
summary: Sihtric, a well respected Viking King, fell in love with you, a Saxon princess. A love seemingly impossible, but Sihtric was set on making you his wife.
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You knew Sihtric all too well, at least, the stories about the well known Viking King, but you had never met him. Only your eyes had met his mismatched pair in passing yesterday for the first time, when he was brought to your father, a Saxon king, to negotiate peace.
From the stories, you knew Sihtric was unlike any other viking you had ever met or heard of. Sihtric was said to be reasonable, kind and fair. He truly wanted the lands to be at peace, just like your father wanted. And after seeing him briefly, you knew the stories of his appearance to be true as well; he was tall, well built, and his sharp, scarred face was gorgeous, as if carefully sculpted by God and his angels. The friendly yet cheeky smile he had given you in passing had set a fire inside you, along with the sight of his shoulder length hair, which was braided on top and on the sides, but loose and curly in the back. You desperately wanted to look back over your shoulder, blessing your eyes with the sight of the breathtaking man once more, but your mother was quick to give you a disapproving look when she saw your flushed face.
Which reminded you to not simply be fooled by his kindness and dashing looks; Sihtric could be a brute when times called for it. He was a fearless, skilled warrior, who had always felt most alive during battles. He had a hunger for blood and violence, and as kind as he could be, he could be merciless all the same. Even now that he was not a young boy anymore, but a man, and a king. And he knew peace was the only option for everyone in the end, as he did have a responsibility to keep his land and his people safe.
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Sihtric had seen you quickly in passing as he was on his way to the king, and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. Whatever it would take, he was going to make you his wife. He even glanced back over his shoulder after he had passed you, and he liked the sight of your behind in that slim fitting green dress you wore that day.
And once Sihtric learned you were the king's daughter, a Saxon princess, he also knew that having you as his wife would be the perfect example of peace between Saxons and Vikings. Between the Christians and the Pagans. 
And he felt you were simply made for him.
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Sihtric stayed over in your town for as long as needed, until peace would be agreed upon. And ever since he had seen you, he had kept an eye out for you. He was delighted to see you sneak out of the castle one afternoon, and he followed you quietly into the forest.
He enjoyed seeing a princess so carefree and happy on her own, as you explored the surrounding nature, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw you take a dagger out from underneath your skirt, which had been strapped to your ankle, to cut some fresh herbs and flowers. He smiled knowing you were probably able to defend yourself too, as well as a bit of a risk seeker, since you strayed far from the town, all by yourself.
Sihtric betrayed his presence when he stepped on a twig, which broke beneath his leather boot. You quickly turned to the sound, finding the Viking king staring at you with a grin, as he leaned with his shoulder against a tree, his arms crossed.
'Sihtric? I- I mean… King,' you said with big eyes, and made a slight bow.
'Princess,' the man smiled, returning the polite gesture to you.
'What are you doing here?' you frowned, a little taken aback by his impressive looks, 'are you… lost?'
'I am merely enjoying the sights,' Sihtric said, his soft, low voice and accent making your knees weak. 'Are you lost, perhaps, my lady?' he smiled.
'I know these lands better than anyone else,' you retorted, 'sorry if you hoped to find a damsel in distress,' you said, a faint smile on your lips.
'Oh,' Sihtric chuckled and stepped closer, 'you look like a lady who could take care of herself,' he smiled as he looked down into your eyes, towering over you, 'and I like that.'
'Hm,' you hummed with a confident smile, hiding that you were, in fact, very intimidated by him.
His sly smile, the kohl around his piercing eyes, the scars on his stunning face, his leather armour and the weapons attached to his leather belt… his entire being made your head spin. You had never been this close to a Dane before, and you certainly had never been this close to a man with a ravishing look as his before. 
'I saw you in the castle a few days ago,' Sihtric said.
You felt his warm breath on your face, which carried a light, pleasant smell of ale and apples, and you wanted to know if his slightly cut lips tasted the same.
'Been seeing you in my dreams ever since,' a soft, cheeky laugh escaped him, 'tell me, lady,' Sihtric breathed as his rough, tattooed fingers briefly brushed over your warm cheek to your chin, holding you in a pleasant grip, 'are you spoken for, hm?'
You inhaled sharply upon his touch and an arousing shiver went through your body. Your lips parted slightly, the same way as your heavy-lidded eyes looked up at him as you were completely under his spell. You sighed softly, not being able to bring out a word. Sihtric hummed with an amused half smile on his face, and he licked his lower lip slowly before biting down on it, awaiting your answer.
'Have you lost your tongue, my lady?' he chuckled, tracing his thumb over the outline of your lips as he still held your chin, 'or your confidence? Perhaps… that is what is lost in the forest?' he smiled and brought his face even closer to yours, noses touching lightly.
'N-no,' you sighed, 'I merely lost my… head.'
You giggled when Sihtric chuckled at your words, and his big eyes took in every inch of your face. You were perfect, he thought. A goddess. And Sihtric wanted you to be his goddess. His queen. His wife. 
'So, you are not the one who is to be married tomorrow?' he asked, cautiously.
'No,' you swallowed hard, 'it is my sister who will wed. My parents have yet to find a suitable man for me.'
Sihtric hummed softly again with a dangerous smile, still holding your chin up, and his eyes were as heavy-lidded as yours now, while he faintly nuzzled your nose.
'Perhaps,' he whispered and brought his lips to yours, touching lightly with each word he spoke, 'I should demand you as a part of the peace offering to me, my lady.' 
You closed your eyes as his parted lips held still against your own, but instead of a kiss, which you were desperately waiting for, you felt his lips curl into a smile. And another soft chuckle from him spilled out, down over your lips into your mouth, and when you opened your eyes upon the loss of his touch, he was already several paces away from you, glancing back only once to look you up and down again. 
And when Sihtric was far enough, disappearing from view, you allowed your trembling knees to finally give out under you, and you fell down onto a bed of grass and leaves, trying to catch your breath. 
And you were able to find your breath back, but you knew your heart was taken away and was now long gone; it belonged to the Viking King.
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To show hospitality, Sihtric was invited to your sister's wedding. And while everyone had their eyes on the enchanting bride, Sihtric only had eyes for you. During the ceremony, during the feast, and during the evening celebration, his eyes never stayed off you for long. 
And he was still eyeing you up as he drank his ale, while couples danced in the centre of your father's hall later that evening.
You were not oblivious to the Dane's stare, and you met his eyes ever so often, only to look away as fast as you could again. And when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and heard Sihtric's soft voice in your ear, asking you to dance, you thought you would faint right there at the table. Your mother gave you a warning look, but she didn't completely tell you off. You looked up at Sihtric and smiled, nervously, and he took your hand.
'My lady,' Sihtric smiled, and kissed the back of your hand before he pulled you up from your wooden chair.
You slightly hiked up your long skirt as he led you to the centre of the hall.
'I do not really know how to dance,' Sihtric admitted as he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer, 'so forgive me, princess.'
You giggled and told him to just take on a steady rhythm, and keep it up, which he managed to do.
'Have you given it some thought?' he asked, looking down into your eyes with a soft smile.
The kohl around his eyes was darker today, making his duo coloured eyes pop out even more, and he took your breath away.
'Given thought to what?' you frowned, a little flushed.
'Becoming my wife,' Sihtric said, almost smiling shyly.
'Your wife?' you asked, surprised, quickly averting your eyes down to your feet.
'Yes,' he said, guiding your eyes back to his as he gently pushed your chin up with his fingers, 'I'd like you to be my wife. We could be an example,' Sihtric continued as you both moved your bodies smoothly and with grace, despite both not being the best dancers at the festivity.
'An example? Of what?' you tried to understand him, and it was so obvious, but you simply couldn't think when you were this close to him.
'An example of peace between two very different folks,' Sihtric smiled, and his hand moved down to your lower back again, 'it would be for the greater good.'
'You want me to be your wife for the greater good? To what… just unite the people?' 
You didn't want to be in an arranged marriage with someone who only pretended to love you. You felt offended, and Sihtric took notice.
'My lady,' he said, and stopped dancing as he took you to the side, 'I do not mean to offend you. I think you are breathtaking, unlike any lady I have ever seen. And I want to make you mine. The fact that our marriage could bring peace to these lands is merely a coincidence, but it was never my initial reason.'
'So…' you felt yourself blush upon his hard stare, 'you would… love me?'
'I would love you,' Sihtric said with a sweet smile, 'and I would honour you,' he leaned in closer as his voice became softer, 'I would treat you with respect, always. And I would protect you. You would not just be my wife, you would be a queen.'
'A queen?' you frowned. 
Amongst Saxons, there was no such title as a queen. If you married a king, you would simply be a Lady, but never acknowledged as a queen.
'My queen,' Sihtric said, smiling as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, 'and the queen of my people. You would rule along with me, by my side, until my dying breath. And I promise I will give you the world, my love.'
You felt lightheaded once again. You would gladly marry this Danish man. You knew he was right, it would also be a strategic move to unite the people, but you also knew he was truthful when he said he would love you and respect you, you could see it in his eyes. And as you were about to lean in for a kiss, a Saxon prince suddenly interrupted, asking for you to dance with him.
Sihtric didn't like it, but he knew you were obligated to do so. So he gave you a firm nod, took your hand, and pressed a soft kiss to the back again before he let you go. And when you looked back over your shoulder, with sad eyes, Sihtric gave you a cheeky smile and a wink.
And he'd keep his eyes on you again all night, until you were escorted back to your chambers, to get a good night's rest. But your mind kept wandering to the Dane, and the pure hunger and lust you felt for him were unbearable.
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The next day you persuaded one of the maids to allow you to bring Sihtric's lunch to his room. He was offered a chamber in the castle to stay in ever since he arrived, which you only learned about that morning. Reluctantly, the maid handed you the tray with food, and you anxiously walked up to his door.
You knocked three times and you heard Sihtric's pleasant but muffled voice, telling you to come in. He expected it to be the maid again, who didn't even bother to look at him all this time, because he was a Dane, so Sihtric hadn't bothered to cover himself up as he was staring out of the window in only his undergarments.
You gasped at the sight of his muscular, scarred back. And when Sihtric turned to thank whoever brought the food, you both froze. But soon, a playful smile appeared on the handsome man's face, and he stepped closer.
'One dance with a Dane and you have lost your title as princess, and became a maid?' he chuckled.
'No' you giggled, and Sihtric loved the sight and sound of it, 'I guess… well, I just wanted to see you.'
'You wanted to see me?' Sihtric tried to keep a serious face, but his eyes betrayed the fact that he was clearly amused to have you in his room and he stepped closer.
'What if I want to take your offer, and marry you?' you asked.
'Then that is what we will do,' he shrugged, 'no one stops me from getting what I want,' he said darkly and took your face in his hands, 'and I want you. Ever since I first saw you.'
'What if my parents will not accept-'
'They will,' Sihtric said, confident.
You stared at each other. The tension in the air was thick, and Sihtric moved his hands down to your waist, pulling you closer.
'Tell me,' he smiled, leaning his forehead against yours, 'have you been thinking of me the way I have been thinking of you?' he asked, squeezing your hips as he exhaled sharply, 'because I can't get you out of my head. And I think your people,' he paused, only to try and fight a grin, to no avail, 'I think your people would deem my thoughts about you… unholy.'
'Oh,' you breathed, your hands moving up his toned torso, 'I- I am not a … devout Christian, really,' you whispered.
'No?' Sihtric asked, teasingly, 'so you wouldn't mind…' he brought his tattooed fingers up to your cleavage, slowly pulling the laces of your dress loose.
'No,' you smiled, shyly, 'I wouldn't mind.'
'Then let us waste no more precious time,' Sihtric husked, and he pulled you with him towards his bed.
You quickly undid the rest of your laces and let your dress fall down to the floor as fast as you could, while Sihtric made haste to remove his breeches. You both laughed softly as he pulled you under the furs with him. And finally, after days of waiting, his lips crashed onto yours. And he kissed you unlike any man had ever kissed you before. Hungry, eager and lovingly.
Sihtric moved himself on top of you, gently, and he immediately pulled you back in for another long, heated kiss. Your hands trailed up his warm back, into his curls, while he held your face carefully in his hands, as if you were his most precious possession.
'That Saxon prince,' Sihtric rasped, in between kisses, 'do I need to worry about him, lady?'
'The- the one I danced with last night?' you sighed, enjoying his lips and tongue on your neck.
'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, before he gently tugged your lower lip with his teeth, driving you wild with lust.
 'N-no, I have no interest in anyone else. Only you,' you smiled, eagerly pulling his lips back onto yours again.
It has been quite a while since you had, secretly, laid with a man. And you were desperate for your, possibly, future husband. Even if it was considered a sin to your people.
'Good,' Sihtric grinned with a sigh, as he teased your wet folds with his hard member, 'or else I'd have to kill the poor man. Can't have any competition,' he gave you a sly smile before he pecked your lips, and then pushed his length slowly inside you. 
And he smiled as you gasped at the feeling of him inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you hard and intensely, his facial hair pleasantly scratching your skin as his tongue explored your mouth, until you broke the kiss.
'No one could even begin to compete with you,' you whispered and nuzzled his nose softly, 'you are unlike anyone I have ever met before.'
'As are you, my lady,' Sihtric whispered, and kissed your lips as he slowly started to thrust into you, 'gods,' he sighed, 'you are all mine. I will make you all mine.'
'Mhm,' you hummed, satisfied at the way he moved his hips against yours, 'you feel so good. B-but you'll have to be… quick before someone notices I'm gone,' you said in between heavy sighs, as Sihtric continued his pace.
'Hm, no, princess,' he chuckled in your ear with a soft moan, 'I'll be taking my time with you. I have to treat you good.'
And you only walked out of his chamber, sorely, hours later. Sihtric had refused to let you go before he had kissed every inch of your skin and had made sure you finished as good as he had. And as that was only your first time with him, you couldn't imagine how things would be once you got to know each other better.
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The next day you tried to hide your beaming smile as best as you could when you had breakfast with your family. You had proposed the idea of marrying Sihtric, and explained to your parents how it would benefit everyone. Your mother didn't want to hear any of it, but your father had a thoughtful look on his face as you spoke, yet he didn't speak.
After what felt like hours of endless arguing with your mother, you huffed and got up, going for one of your routine walks in the forest. And just as you hoped, Sihtric had kept an eye on you again and followed you.
'My princess,' he whispered in your ear as his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back against his broad chest, 'how are you, my lady?'
You smiled at the warmth of his embrace, and the feeling of his strong arms around you, but you sighed quietly at his question.
'I fear we will not be together,' you said softly, sadness spilled out with your words.
Sihtric was quiet, only his sharp in and exhale replied to your grave feelings.
'Say something,' you whispered after a moment.
'We will be together,' he said and spun you around, cupping your cheeks, 'I promise. Because I have my mind set on you, lady,' he smiled and kissed your lips.
'But what if my parents refuse?'
'Then they will bring war upon their people,' Sihtric said curtly, 'I will have you, no matter the cost.'
'Sihtric,' you took a step back, 'you can't do such things, nor even say them!'
'For you?' Sihtric frowned, 'I can and I will,' he shrugged and pulled you closer again, 'because I have fallen for you.'
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Several days later you found yourself arguing with your parents again. Your mother was still fiercely against the idea of you marrying a viking and leaving on horseback with the pagan. Sihtric and your father had discussed the marriage as well, but your father wasn't fully convinced yet.
Sihtric was told by one of your trusted maids about the discussion you had right now, and he was quick to shove past the feeble guards and he kicked the large doors to the main hall open with his leather boot, and he stormed in.
'I will marry you daughter, Lord King, with or without your permission!' Sihtric snarled, 'along with the guarantee that my people do not have to convert religions, she is all I ask for. And it is up to you, Lord, if you will let us marry in a time of peace, or in a time of war. And my reputation speaks for itself,' Sihtric hissed and pulled you closer, 'I am a man of my word.'
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Three years later.
'Sihtric, stop,' you giggled while your husband smothered you with soft kisses, as he had hidden you both underneath the furs.
'Stop, my love?' Sihtric chuckled, his familiar rough hands explored your naked body underneath his own, 'I have to be sure there is another pup in your belly,' he kissed your lips with a soft hum, 'before our boys wake up.'
'More? Really?' you sighed with a light chuckle, 'you want more children, my dear?'
'Do you not?' he frowned, 'you said you wanted more if the lands stayed at peace, and well… they still are.'
'Well- I mean… I guess,' you smiled as Sihtric continued his soft kisses all over your face, 'maybe one more.'
'One more,' Sihtric smiled wide as he looked down at you, 'one more will make me the happiest man alive.'
He brought his body in between your thighs and cupped your cheeks, 'the sun will almost rise,' he whispered, 'I fear we have to be quick today.' 
And as soon as Sihtric's lips met yours, and his hand slid down to your hip, you heard your two sons in the distance. One was laughing, the other was crying.
'By the gods, why do they wake up before dawn?' Sihric sighed. He shook his head lightly as he got off you, knowing there was no time to hump anymore today.
You snorted and got dressed in your tunic, ready to find out what chaos your sons were up to. Which could be anything, as they had taken after their father, who already brought you more than enough chaos from time to time. 
'And you want one more, darling?' you asked as you took his face in your hands.
'With you?' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your nose, 'I want as many as possible.'
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agentdilfhotchner · 2 months
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random question.. do you have any hotchniss headcanons? 🫣
// okay, so i do not ship hotchniss as much as jemily, BUT i do think they’d be really good together, soo i wanted to throw my thoughts about this power couple out there. this is also my first time doing something like this so i apologize if it’s ass ✨🫶
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MY HOTCHNISS HEADCANONS:
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡˚॰°ₒ৹๐
- Emily and Aaron both took dance when they were younger. Hotch was kinda forced to by his mother but secretly liked it, especially the being partnered up with pretty girls part. Emily was a full on pro ballerina by age nine. She still takes ballet classes in her free time because it helps ease anxiety. Definitely giving black widow movie vibes, like spy AND ballerina, we love to see it. Anyway, they bond over this when they first get together and decided to take couples classes. They do anything from salsa dancing to tap, Emily even persuades Hotch to take a dirty dancing class, AND HE IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD?!? The man is so tender and likes to take his time in a relationship so the intimacy in dirty dancing is like second nature to him and Emily definitely isn’t mad about it.
- They are both very much married to their work so every now and then they have to take a step back and remind themselves, and sometimes each other, that work isn’t the most important thing anymore. Hotch is actually better at making time because he’s had so many years with Jack. I also like to think that Emily is the Unit Chief and Aaron has semi retired but helps consult on cases across the country by the time they get together. Emily is definitely in charge of planning trips for the two of them, plus Jack whenever he wants to tag along.
- very much the definition of ‘touch him/her and i’ll kill you.’ vibes. They are both VERY passionate creatures and do get jealous often. Definitely not in a toxic way, they just love each other so much and never want the other to feel disrespected. Hotch will always have a hand on the small of her back when they are walking together. Emily eats ALL of it up cause her man is completely whipped for her.
- Aaron goes absolutely feral when Emily speaks French or any other language. He literally turns into Gomez Addams and is just like ‘My wife is the most gorgeous, smartest person to ever live!’
- Emily instantly connects with Jack because although her mother is still alive, Emily rarely got to spend time with her. So she definitely feels like she is healing a part of her younger self by being there for Jack. I don’t see Aaron and Emily having kids of their own. Jack being enough for Aaron and Emily maybe feeling as though she wouldn’t be a good mother. Aaron tells her how ridiculous that is because she’s a natural with Jack, but ultimately they decided to just focus on raising him.
- Emily does have five fur babies to take care of though. Soon after her and Aaron got married he gifted her with a cat he adopted from the pound. Little did he or the vet at the pound know that the cat was pregnant, so a couple months later the Hotchner family discovered a little surprise in the form of six baby kittens. Aaron talked Emily into giving two of them away, one to Spencer and one to JJ, but Emily insisted on keeping the rest. Of course Aaron couldn’t say no to her 🫶
- Aaron has a lot of PTSD from what happened with Haley. He has night terrors sometimes so bad that Emily finds him shaking and sobbing in his sleep some nights. If Emily takes to long running errands or maybe doesn’t answer a text over a certain amount of time Aaron’s anxiety sky rockets. But Emily is so patient with him. Staying up late to soothe him and going with him to his therapy sessions just to hold his hand in the waiting room. She’s his number one supporter and he doesn’t take that for granted.
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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so we can all come to the general consensus that levi is a classy, boujie ass man. We all know he despises messes and making them even more. Everything must be spotless..
that is until it comes to fucking you..and then he becomes the nastiest man alive.
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themes: black !fem maid reader, dom levi (with hints of ocd) thigh riding, degradation (use of slut and whore) pet names (kitten, princess, sweetheart) spit kink, throat fucking, use of sir and daddy, mentions of anal sex and masturbation, there’s a lot of other stuff too. Minors, you’re not welcome.
📝: not sure of the word count but this is a little drabble because levi is on my mind heavy.
oh yes, (y/n), his gorgeous little housekeeper turned personal whore, who he fucks at will and abandons all of his neat freak tendencies for. The absolute vision of beauty strutting around his huge estate with those long legs, plump ass and perky breasts swaddled up in that cute uniform. A skirt about three inches too high…
just barely covering that backside. Enough for him to daydream about bending you over and breeding that pretty pussy as he worked away at his desk.
damn you and the urges you drummed out of him. It was so unbecoming of such an accomplished man. Having vivid wet dreams about his help like a prepubescent teen? It was embarrassing! But not shameful enough to stop him from enacting on said desires..calling you into his office and answering with quite the request when you so sweetly asked:
“Is there something I can do for you, sir?”
and indeed it was. Waving you over with a finger, the normally stoic stock broker, who had amassed millions from his trade, requested for you to join him as he looked over some paperwork. It was no secret, at least to you how Mr. Ackerman felt;
all but obvious when you caught him one night in his study, stroking his cock and moaning your name..loud enough for you to hear him from the other side of the door. It was so fucking hot! This multi-millionaire, busting a nut at the sheer thought of you.
god, he must’ve sounded so pathetic but he could care less. He was sexually frustrated…having been long time single and not looking in the slightest. Granted, he could pay for it if that’s what he chose but purchasing pussy wasn’t really his style. Especially when he had it in house.
being the dutiful and diligent employee that you were, you’d gladly come and assist. How so? By letting him use your slutty mouth as a flesh light and draining his cum down your throat. It was such a mess; that warm nut splattering his bare thighs and your exposed tits. Mixed fluids all over the carpet and chair…but you’d be happy to lap it up.
if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn he saw heaven that night. So naturally, it couldn’t stop there. When the other staff were away, you two would play: having the nastiest, most disgusting sex ever. Complete polar opposite of his public image.
just like that very moment: when you’d obey and come sit atop his lap. That ass brushing his crotch and your clothed cunt slowly straddling his thigh like a helpless puppy. As busy as he was, he needed a distraction..only the kind you could provide. “Kitten, I’m just feeling so fucking tense right now. Work’s got me stressed. ‘Think you can help me out?”
uttering that precious pet name he had adorned you with. And like always, you’d fulfill his wishes with bells on. Once you had worked yourself into an aroused frenzy; dripping through his black slacks and wetting his skin. Practically whimpering when he hoisted your shirt and began groping those beautiful breasts.
even deciding to shove a hand in those panties and press against that swollen pearl..tracing tiny circles and massaging it.
“Y—yes. Whatever you want, sir!” And what Levi craved more than anything was to put you atop that desk, fold your legs behind your head and pump you full of dick until you came everywhere. So fast forward and that’s exactly what came to fruition..
papers and whatnots shoved to the floor, pushed to the wayside and your body was the only thing that remained. Rocking back and forth as he stuffed that sweet spot, stretching it open. “G-ahhh. That’s it, just take this dick, sweetheart…your only job right now, it’s what you’re best at. I don’t even need you to think..” Not to say you didn’t do exceptional work at the other duties but something about the way you tightened around that cock was something special.
gripping at the sides as he jolted you around, making you toss your head back and release a yelp when he so casually decided to shove his all of those thick inches into the deepest part of your throbbing heat..even pressing down when he started bulging and touching your cervix with his tip.
“Hhhngh! It feels so good, sir. Oh shit!”
“You’re making such a mess on me, kitten. Surely you’re going to clean this up, right?” referring to the milky puddle of cream spilling from your little hole, onto his shaft and the mahogany wood underneath you. Mocking the fact that you couldn’t help your body’s reaction..it was all but inevitable to nut all over his dick when he fucked you this good.
but it’s when you don’t answer his question fast enough, because you’re too busy screaming that he snatches (y/n) up by the center of those beautiful curls and forces your head up; making you meet his gaze. Oh, he turns into such an unhinged feign when he’s inside of you. Unable to control himself and ends up pounding your pussy like a brutish animal…so damn hot.
that’s when Levi shoves three of his perfectly groomed digits into your mouth and begins finger fucking your jaws, turning you to a drooling mess..that dumb, slutty expression on your face making him lose it. The trail of saliva trickling down your chin and chest filling his mind with all types of filthy, perverted ideas. “You answer me when I speak, slut. I hate being ignored..”
it’s then that he reluctantly pulls out and goes to the front to fuck that throat. But not without drumming out some of your squirt with him and letting it splatter his barely buttoned white dress shirt. You’re getting your fluids all over him and his workspace…it’s so disgusting, so nasty…and exactly what he wanted!
“I’m sorry, sir..I just—“
but your excuses are of no consolation to him. And instead, he fills your mouth with his dripping erect. Immediately pumping it between those pretty, plump lips of yours. But not without lubricating the inside with his own trail of saliva.
he’s so conflicted…on one hand, he hates the idea that his office is now in disarray. He’s the type that needs to maintain a spotless environment at all times..on the other? Watching you taste the sweet remnants of yourself as he sloppily throat fucks his little slut; strings of saliva bubbling and dangling all over the place. Not to mention the way your nimble fingers toy with that clit because you’re just feigning to feel him inside of you again…
it was the most divine thing ever and he didn’t give a fuck how filthy things got..it was a mess well worth it! “Oh fuck, kitten…I swear you bring out the worst in me. I know it’s not right but I just want to keep pounding this throat until you suck me dry..I want to do all the nastiest things with you, babe. Daddy just wants to give you all of his nut..in here, in that beautiful pussy..”
mindlessly rambling as he tosses his back onto his shoulders, trying to regain a semblance of self restraint. The ever so poised Levi Ackerman has never spoke so vulgar and vile words to anyone but it’s something about you. He’s gently stroking your cheek as you gaze up at him with those big doe brown eyes and fluttering lashes, suckling on his tip like a piece of candy. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll train that cute little ass next. How’s that sound?”
earning him a fateful nod. “That’s my good girl..always doing whatever the fuck I tell you. Exactly why you get whatever you want from me..” his cock twitches once more when you squirt all over those fingers and display the dripping mess mid air. Feeling the vibrations of your moans around his base.
raking a hand through his hair, he proceeds..sucking his teeth and trying to maintain his composure but it’s fading fast. In all honestly, he’s losing his goddamn mind. Like a feral creature in fucking heat, Levi just keeps thrusting upward, getting faster until sweat begins to head around his forehead. As with the rest of his sheen slicked body. He can’t believe that you’ve both been going this hard. Losing track of how many times he’s watched you climax now but it was damn sure time to add his own to the mix.
those heavy, full balls colliding with your hairline were just begging to be emptied and of course, with the assistance of those warm jaws, you were bound to taste his cum in a matter of minutes, if that. Releasing one of those heavy, loud grunts, the normally less than vocal businessman coiled his thumbs around your throat and palms to the back of your neck and fucked your skull with all he had. You could see how desperate and deranged he was..
“C’mon, princess. Swallow this nut for me, okay? Suck this cum out of me like I know you can. Just drain me already..fuuuck.”
never having seen him so vulnerable like this. All of it: the language, the filthy dialogue between you two and the disgusting mess of bodily fluids..it’s all your doing. Only you could drum up such a scene from him. But none of that matters now, and with your tongue scaling the underside of his shaft, you grant his wish sooner rather than later.
with one final twitch, breath catching in his windpipe..Levi releases an extremely loud groan as well as those sought after strings of semen. Pouring every last drop of his warm liquid into the back of your welcoming throat. “Ohhhh, fuck! Take it..take it all from me, baby..” Bubbles and escaping droplets are pooling down the sides of your face and after a full minute of pumping, he finally pulls his sensitive, overly stimulated cock out of your mouth. The tip is practically glowing red, emitting all types of mixed fluids from it.
at that moment, he’s so delirious and spent but feeling prideful all the same. You’ve just swallowed every drop of his cum as if it were nothing..a sign that he had trained his little whore very well. “C’mere..” When you finally come to, you’re greeted with a peck to the forehead, followed by a deep, sloppy kiss from your boss and lover. He has no shame shoving his tongue inside of your mouth after just getting the nastiest head possible.
“You did great, kitten..thank you for clearing my head up. I needed that…” making you grin from ear to ear, your cheeks burning and face twisted into a smile. That white and clear liquid painted all over that beautiful brown complexion like a canvas and undoubtedly, you were his work of art.
chuckling, you’d find the strength to make it onto all fours, teasing that ass in the air; subtly twerking. You were really something when you got going. “It’s my pleasure, sir. Always..” muttering so sweetly as you leaned down, akin to the pet he had been calling you, and lap up your own puddle of juices; gliding that tongue pad across the surface before glaring back up at him..who was already hard as rock once again and in awe of how utterly slutty you got for him..and decided that one round wasn’t going to suffice!
“…matter of fact, let’s just take the rest of the day off. I think we could use a little more time together.”
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bitchlessdino · 2 years
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and they were roommates
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A svt.hub collab
Pairing: camboy!chan x gn roommate!reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 2.2k
tags: mutual masturbation, nipple play, dirty talk
Summary: Wanting sex is a natural feeling, it just so happens that gratification could be found in the next room with a shitty webcam and an infectious laugh.
author note: so I hope you guys are liking the collab so far. its been in the works for a while and this has been one of the most fun projects i've had in a while since i get to meet so many new writers. I was in a harsh drought for a while and I'm just glad this collab sparked up some interest in writing again.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
You fall to the bed with your legs clenched together, soaking in your guilty arousal, whimpering as the images of the adult video you stumbled upon replayed in your head. In detail, you could remember the soothing tenor voice as he gasped out terms of endearment, teasing his audience before releasing thick milky fluid up his bare and toned abdomen. The white sunk into the valleys of his stomach, his hum echoing in your ears through your earbuds before letting out a soft thanks and leaving the prerecorded video with an ending statement he does in every video, “Hope you’ll cum again soon. Bye.”
You hardly entertained the idea of cam shows since high-level production porn was easily accessible and needed no monetary compensation for most sites, but this guy was intriguing enough to stay and watch. He seemed like the perfect combination of gentle yet demanding, even with his awful username (what kind of name was Din0dicksd0wn anyway). You thought of him so much, that you couldn’t help but imagine your mouth wrapped around that hard gorgeous cock. And then there was the matter of his familiarity, which frightens you for countless reasons you don’t want to get into.
He didn’t show his face at all in the videos, maybe a peek at his smile if he slouches, but everything about him was a mystery besides the fact he went by Dino and his laughter could uplift any spirit dead or alive. His seductive internet presence increased your screen time usage and now leaves you anticipating the next time he does a live show, where you’d have a front seat.
You kept your promiscuous thoughts to yourself as you wanted your roommate to come back with food, remembering how you work better on a full enough stomach. Promptly, he returns to your place of residence with food and a big goofy smile on his face. “I hope you like extra cheese!”
You smile thankfully at the young man, who is urging a filling burger to your lap and you enjoy your late dinner together. Now with your mind on the way to being nourished, you had to think of a way of doing some ‘finger painting’ with your innocent roommate from hearing or interrupting. “Don’t you have any plans tonight? What are you doing at home on a Saturday?”
He halts his chewing, looking over at you with frightened eyes, “Oh, just, nothing. I don’t feel like going out today ‘tis all.”
“So you’re gonna be home all night?” You rephrase with subtle disappointment in your tone.
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” he adds, “after eating I was gonna tuck in early. Work has been really tiring this week. How about you? Are you staying home?”
You gulp, readjusting your burger in your grip. “Yeah, I thought I might sleep too. I guess it was a rough week for the both of us.”
“Yup.”
Silence fills the air, neither one of you could look at each other. Chan awkwardly finishes the last of his fries and picks up after himself, offering to help you with any of your trash before he leaves. He sees you shake your head in response.
“No thanks, Chan. I’m good.”
Chan politely smiles, turning away from the living area and washing up before he starts to head to bed. You sigh quietly, crumbling up the paper wrapper and washing up in the kitchen sink with the bathroom occupied. Being home all day, there was no need for you to shower, just good teeth brushing. However, looks like the toothpaste you keep by for cases like this ran low, meaning you had to bother Chan for another awkward encounter. 
You speed up to the bathroom door and turn the knob open without thinking, wanting the interaction to be fast and over. On the other end, your roommate was already stripped of his work clothes, dawning a perfectly sculpted body that you could recognize immediately from a singular mole on his loser torso. You immediately clasp your hands over your eyes, blushing hard enough to taunt a bull, and his shrilish scream is all you can hear.
“Occupied! You knew I was in here!”
All you could see was black, but from the audible shuffling, he had to be covering his important bits. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to get toothpaste.”
“Ok well, get it and leave, please.”
You sheild your vision from his build and hastily grab the toiletry, shutting the door behind you. After running away, you brushed your teeth at the kitchen sink, lost in your thoughts. The fact of the matter dawned on you, making you feel a long list of emotions that included guilt and longing.
Even knowing the fact, it didn’t matter, you were still going to watch the damn stream. You’d only ever have to watch once and never again, for the sake of your sanity.
You plug your earbuds in and hand down your pants as you lay in peace, waiting for the page to start up. You remember Chan leaving the bathroom in a hurry, without a second glance your way, which only heightened your suspicion. When his username appeared as live, along with its stream, it was the same man you climaxed to hours ago, living, breathing simultaneously with you. 
The same shaped mole was on his torso leading up to friendly accompaniment of his genitals that only grazed your vision mere moments ago, and a smile once again peaks through the top of his screen. You internally melt.
“Good evening. I hope you guys had a nice day. Mine was…eventful. I hope you don’t mind me talking about my day.”
A flurry of messages follow suit, many of them commenting how he was already naked and hard when he typically liked the tease before he got teh real show started.
“I was just so hard thinking about what just happened. Would you like to know what?”
A burst of donations go through, tens of hundreds flashing your screen, making the smile of his grow wider. He palms over his stiff length, jerking it from base to tip slowly, watching his income grow and the sound of cashier chings go off as a notifications.
“I…have a roommate and they’re at home now. They clumsily open the door before I could go in to shower. My cock was out and everything,” he says lightly, almost laughing, “ It was an innocent mistake, but their reaction was so cute. I even liked how they covered their eyes. Fuck.”
He pumps his cock harder in his hand, squeezing to imagine a different pressure of someone other than himself. You swallowed hard, touching yourself with no remorse, matching his pace.
“They should be asleep right now but all I can think about is my cock stuffed hard and deep in their mouth,” he darkly chuckles, “does that make me a bad roommate?”
Hard4cock: I wish you were my roommate I’d never let you sleep daddy +$50
P***y_on_sale: please let that mouth be me +$15
StabmeW/Dk: god im salivating +$30
“I’d never tell them this, but I find them so fucking hot. I want to hear how they sound when I pound their cute ass.”
His wrists flick faster, squeezing tighter around him. “God, how they say my name would make me cum instantly.”
His free hand travels to his nipple, twisting and squeezing the bud as it grows just erect as his cock. His mouth opens a gap as his eyes flutter shut. He ignores his audience for a moment, lost in his own temptations, but stopping himself before it’s too late. He lets go of his nipple and out a low hum. He looks back at the camera with a pearly white smile. “Almost lost myself there. We can’t have that. So tell me about your day.”
He peers closer to the camera, avoiding a face reveal, and revels in the thirst comments and donations sent his way. It was as loud as a casino on Memorial Day, and the dealer was very pleased with himself. The electronic awards breach his eyes and ears every few seconds, swelling a sense of pride in his system.
Cherrylips7: just thinking about you all day wanting to kiss the tip of that cock +$75
Boolicious: your cock is so big, want that one meeee +$150
Heelove6969: I had such a shitty day but you made me forget all about it <3 +$200
“That you slutbaby89 for the lunch money. I missed you, glad to hear my cock still gets you so fucking wet.”
You start scrambling to type away at your laptop, immediately attempting to create a name both clever and concealing. When half satisfied, you send in a donation and request, already slightly self conscious of the username you settled on.
Dino’s body perked up at the appearance of a new name, a sly smile forming on his face. “Kittennextdoor99, what an interesting name. Thank you for the dono, and I’d love to tell you all about what I’d do with my roommate.”
You slouch in the sheets, drenching the pads of your fingers in your arousal, anticipating his next words. You gaze at the screen as he pumps a thick disbursement of lotion and slathers his shaft, his teeth caught between his bottom lip. “They’re so sweet. Really cute. But that just makes me what to see another side to them.”
He grabs from the base of his cock to hold it in his hands, placing pressure to make him sigh in bliss. “I want to just rip their clothes off and give them good head, you know?”
You start typing away, one hand still touching yourself to his words.
Kittennextdoor99: mmmh i’d love to hear more
“Well, they’ve got a cute ass as I’ve mentioned. Wish I could see what it looks like when I’m balls deep inside them. Maybe I’d pull on their hair, fuck them until the forget what year it is.”
Kittennextdoor99: are you thinking about them looking back at you? Whimpering and moaning loud and clear for the neighbors to hear
“God, that fucking hot,” he full palms his cock, hips slightly jerking up into his grasp, imaging his roommate in place of his hand, “Fuck. Yeah I do. I want them to cum all over my cock and do it again and again until they knock the fuck out. I want to drain their energy to the last drop.”
Your legs clenched together, soft moans leaving your lips before you started typing again.
Kittennextdoor99: Mmh you’re getting me so wet 
“Oh am I, kitten? Maybe I should stretch you wide and fuck you deep. I’d love to hear the sounds that come out of your mouth.”
You rub yourself harder, hearing his voice goes rasper. Dino throws his head back, sweet delicious moans coming out of his parted lips as his pace starts to accelerate, his chest heaving at an irregular pace. “Mmh, fuck feel so good around my cock. Pretty baby can’t handle my cock, can you?”
You shake your head as if he could see you, then remember to type in the response that soon got lost in a flurry of them. Message after message saying how hot he was or notifications that his donation bar was closing the gap to his goal. Teasing his nipples once again, he finds a satisfying pace to his self-indulgence and jerks his hand accordingly, hushed obscenities coating his tongue.
“Is my little slut drunk on my cock,” his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, “You’re so pretty fucking yourself for me.”
You clamped your mouth shut, hoping your moans don’t reach the other side of that wall between you both. You sunk deeper in your sheets, desperately wanting for him in place of your eager hand, as you felt your immense arousal cause a twitching to your lower body. Your eyes flutter in Dino’s movement, seeing his cheat heave up and down in the pace of his hands. His hard grunts transitions to sweet and pretty moans, while his sweat made is skin squeak against the leather swivel chair.
“Mmh, I’m so close, baby. You have no idea. Can I please cum, hmm?”
God, were you red.
His whines were music to your ears, and you muffle your squeal in your pillow before responding.
Kittennextdoor99: please baby, I wanna see you painted with your cum +$300
Wonbat: fuck kitten ur balling 
Climbmelikeatree: holy shit baby boy’s gonna finally buy some new toys
Cherrylips7: come on baby, cum for us. Don’t let kitten’s money go to waste +$100
Dino lets out a low but loud enough moan for you to hear from the room next door. His load sprayed in all directions but ultimately layering his flexed body, a playful smile splaying on his face. His fingers thickly coated with hot load cover more skin surface as he made on last pump, making his cock look like the prettiest treat over anything you could find in a candy store. 
You climax soon after his display and shut your eyes to release the hard tears. You collapse limp on your mattress, barely keeping your eyes open to hear the broadcaster speak. “Damn, that was the hardest and fastest I’ve cum in a while. Look at what you made me do.”
Boolicious: Mmh I wanna lick him SLURP
Gaggalox: damn that was the fastest I came too +$75
SexyJisos: you gonna let your roommate fix your mess
A wide smile dawns on his face. “Hmm, that good idea. Might have to wake them up to make that offer. Or if they’re watching, hey roomie. Mind helping me clean up?”
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arioloyal · 4 months
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Hey! Since you're taking requests, could you write something with a Baldwin IV x reader in which the reader is his mistress (or wife, it depends on you) and she's pregnant with his baby. I want some cute and heart warming moments 🥺
Hi. Thanks for the idea♡ hope you like it
[King baldwin iv x pregnant reader]
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here you were,
massaging gently the top of your round and pregnant belly.
● Baldwin was the happiest man alive when he found out that you were pregnant. But this was the start of what you had never seen of him before. Overprotection.
● If you wanted to get your shoes, he'd bend over and place them on your feet, to avoid you flexing too much. He'd always get behind you as you walked down the stairs, would literally do anything to make your pregnancy easier.
● Even though his overprotection could be a bit vexing at times, it had more benefits than anything. Your feet were sore? He'd bring some soothing oils. ordering the maids to massage it on your feet. that your treatment was more important than his . You woke up craving something? He'd wake the entire castle and didn't let anyone rest until he got you what you craved.
You stared at the mirror, almost naked. Swollen feet, A wider back. Stretch marks in every place you reached to see. Dark spots in certain areas, face puffed and breast that was bigger.
The sheets were wrapped around your body, tightly. Your legs made you curl in in the corner nearby the bed. Your own corner of shame.
what if he was like his father?? leaving you after what he gets?
What did he see in you? he thought of course. he knew wasn't the most handsome man alive because of what leprosy did to his face and body but What had possessed him into putting a baby in you? faith in god? last hope for Jerusalem? or he loved you? Surely there were far better and prettier suitors or princess. Suitors that would look the opposite of you in their pregnancy.
with clothes that barely fit you.the king had given you some of his cloaks to be more comfortable.
"Just look at what you're doing. You're carrying my child. our heir. You think I would've picked someone else for this? you're an angle from god who gave this holy land the last hope. you gave me a miracle when my physicians told me i won't be able to have a child."
His masked face went to your neck, to smell your scent
"You think I don't appreciate your body going through such changes to keep my child inside?" He kissed your cheek.
His gloved fingers took your chin and pulled it to make you see yourself in the mirror.
"There you go. Wanna know what I see?"
"I see my queen. Going through a natural process of change."
His hands roamed your hips.
Fingers wiped the fresh tears from your face again.
"You know how much I want you? You're gorgeous.
a tear ran down your cheek and he held you close, hands caressing gently, he then kneeled to kiss your belly and then kisses your head.
"You gave me hope to have a family. to feel alive again And that's something no other woman in this world, but you, have achieved. I have crowned you as the one and only Queen of Jerusalem. I will never break my promise And I would choose you all over again to do so. Do you understand?"
"I love you..." You'd mumble as you curled into his chest, his hand caressing your hair.
"And I love you too my dearest."
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celtic-crossbow · 3 months
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I Love You More Than I Can Ever Scream
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Carol Peletier
Setting: Commonwealth (post France)
Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore
Summary: “When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected.” - Only Lovers Left Alive
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Once he got his legs to function from being so long on the sea, he knew exactly where he was headed. The first stop on the long road to home. He would have time to formulate some sort of plan; plenty of time. When they had taken him, it’d been by vehicle. The walk would take much much longer. His body still ached even with the several days he’d been on the boat. The cabin had been small, too small to contain his nervous energy. With all he’d been through, it was only natural to assume something else would stand in his way. 
It wasn’t until he reached the setup of the walker round-up that he allowed a flicker of hope. He had gone over the plan again and again, scrutinizing every last detail. Execution had to be flawless. He would only get one shot. It took three hours, fist fights, and a decent laceration over his bicep but finally, he stood over the last surviving advisory with his finger on the trigger of his newly recovered crossbow. 
“What do you even want?” The man on the ground spat blood at the boots in front of him. “You killed everyone here and for what? For what?!”
He tried his best to impede the exhaustion on his bloody face. “My bike.”
The last bolt fired. His bike loaded into the back of the truck he had selected for most of the expedition home. And every barrel of fuel he could manage to load before his muscles felt like noodles. He covered everything with a tarp and tied it down, exhaustion seeping into his very bones by the time he was seated behind the wheel. He knew he should rest; should close his eyes and let his worn body regain some strength. 
He was just too damn anxious to put miles between him and the corpses of the men that had kept him away so long. His mind made up, he cranked the engine to life. 
“M’on my way.”
Daryl Dixon was going home. 
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Carol sat in the armchair that adorned the corner of her bedroom. The early morning light filtered into the room with a gloomy gray hue, illuminating her packed bag on the foot of her bed. Downstairs, a car waited, packed with all the food and medical supplies that could be spared. 
In just a few short hours, she would head out to find him. 
She had been so thrilled to hear his voice on the radio that day; to know he was alive. He was fine. He was coming home. A week, he had promised. A vow made nearly two months ago. Daryl didn’t make promises without the intention of keeping them. It was one of the cruelest things a person could do in the world in which they lived. She had given him a grace period. Travel was unpredictable nowadays, and that fact demanded to be considered. 
There had been signs of him everywhere. The colorful poncho for sale at the clothing store on the corner of Main St. The gorgeous dog that had bounded up to Carol for pets, only for her name — Pookie — to be called from somewhere in the crowd. The woman reading Don’t Eat Me, Chupacabra to the children in the library. But the one that got to her, chilled her to the bone, and had her calling on Maggie in the middle of the night to take Judith and RJ, had been his voice in the darkness of her room. He had called her name, his usually quiet, rough drawl was a shrill and desperate cry. She woke with a start, finding herself sweat drenched and alone, her only company being Dog on the rug. 
Something was wrong. Something was keeping him away. 
By the time the sun was offering its first true warmth of the day, Carol was saying her goodbyes. Judith and RJ were upset. Of course they were. Yet another person was leaving them behind. Still, they understood. 
“You’ll bring Uncle Daryl back?” RJ pressed as he hugged her, his voice small yet hopeful. 
“I’m gonna try my best.” She wouldn’t promise. Daryl had promised, and she was still there waiting with her lonely heart and too many unspoken words. She hugged the boy a second time, both of them sniffling. With gentle pressure against his back, Carol guided him toward Maggie and reached for Judith. The girl stepped into her arms, holding tightly to her waist. 
“You’ll both be back. I know you will.”
Carol looked to the sky, her arms still holding tightly to the child in front of her. Rick, then Michonne, and finally Daryl, along with others who had no say in their departure; they had all left. Now, she would join that list. Judith pulled back first, her smile belied by the tears weighing on her lashes. The silver-haired woman presented a smile, tight and painful, and she realized as she stepped back toward the open car door that it was the same smile she offered Daryl after he hugged her goodbye. 
She cleared her throat to attempt and rid herself of the lump that had formed before nodding at Maggie. Her foot lifted to the floorboard of the old Mustang, her hip angled to sit down when the gate guards called that someone was approaching. It wasn’t their shouts that bid her freeze. 
It was the distant rumbling of an engine. 
A motorcycle. 
A look was shared with Maggie, the younger woman keeping the children back to save them any further pain if what both women were thinking turned out to be a naive fruitless hope. Carol, however, was sprinting toward the looming entrance, the wooden gate moving too slowly for her thundering heart. When she stopped, there was still so much distance but she feared the walk back to the car and the pain and disappointment that would accompany it. 
It wasn’t until she could plainly see with her own eyes that she allowed the hope in her chest to expand. Her feet were frozen, rooted into the ground. Even as he passed through and let the motorcycle tip over as he jumped off it, clumsily and hurried. He was moving toward her, running, but she couldn’t budge. When they collided, she understood she had been moving. She had run to him just as he had to her. 
“Are you—” She pulled back, hands on his shoulders, in his hair, on his face. 
“M’here.” Daryl’s voice was gravelly, tired. He looked exhausted. His lips cracked, his skin dry. 
“Oh my god.” Carol pulled him into her again, her smile watery while his shoulders shook. “Are you okay? Where have you been? What happened?”
He chuckled against her shoulder. “Which’a ’em ya want me ta answer first?” She smacked her palm against his shoulder blade, laughing when he lifted her against him in a tight embrace that reminded her of the time after Terminus. When her feet met the ground, she pulled back again, barely able to see his face before his palm was on her cheek and his thumb was swiping away the moisture under her eye. “M’okay.”
Carol nodded. “The kids. The kids will want to see you.” She took his hand and pulled it away from her face, but closed her fingers around his. When she pulled to lead him, he stood firm. 
“Carol.”
Her brow creased when she saw the look on his face; distraught and drained. “Daryl, are you really okay?” He nodded. 
“Jus’… I jus’… while I’s gone, I—” His hand trembled in hers. 
“Daryl, we don’t have to talk now. If you just want to go home—”
“Nah. No, s’been long ‘nough.”
She stepped back to him, close enough to see the fine tremors of his frame. “What has? Daryl, what happened? What are—”
“Never should’a left. Should’a been here.”
“Daryl, you’re exhausted. Let’s get you—” She tried to guide him again, this time away from everyone. She could tell them he was back while he rested; promise they could see him later. 
“No.” He whispered. “No, goddamnit!” Daryl snatched his hand away but only to bring her back to him by her shoulders, hugging her tighter. “Ain’t no good at— what I said ‘fore I left. When I said I loved ya—”
“I remember.” Carol rubbed his back soothingly, remaining in his arms. If it helped him, kept him grounded, she’d likely stay there forever. 
“I meant it.” 
“I know you did, Daryl.” She uttered quietly, confused and worried by his behavior. 
“No, ya don’ get it.” When he pushed her back, he didn’t allow her to go far, ducking his head slightly to bring them eye to eye. “I meant it, Carol.” He never looked away, those deep, deep orbs pleading with her to understand. “I meant it.” He repeated, his voice cracking. 
It clicked. 
“You… meant it meant it?”
He dipped his chin, expression shifting to hopeful. “Ya don’ hafta love me like that. I promised myself if I could get back ta ya… promised myself I’d tell ya. But ya don’—”
“I’ve loved you for so long, Daryl. So, so long.”
“Ya have?” 
She nodded with a gentle chuckle. “I’m so glad you’re back. Seems like we have a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah.” He already appeared to be more at ease. No less tired. 
“Let’s get you home.” He was letting her lead him now, walking slowly but steadily. “Do you need anything?”
“Jus’ you n’ ta be much less vertical.” 
Carol led him a different way to the home they had shared before he had left, stopping to ask a young woman to let Maggie know Daryl was back and she would bring him for the kids after he slept.
He climbed the porch steps slowly, boots dragging. She was already holding the door open and waiting before he’d made it to the top. Once he was inside and the door was closed, she turned to speak and his mouth was on hers, moving with urgency and desperation. His lips were dry from dehydration, but there was a give to them that hinted toward a softness lingering below the cracked tissue. Carol wasn’t sure if she breathed the entire time they were connected, the fireworks in her head and the rush of her blood making even involuntary processes likely impaired. When they separated, he drew her back against him. 
“Let’s get you to bed.” She pulled away and took his hand again. 
“Ya gon’ get the kids while ‘m sleepin’?” He yawned. 
“Nope. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” She opened the door to her own room and stood against it. “Go on.” Daryl smirked. 
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ugh. Don’t call me ma’am, Pookie.” He was already taking off his coat when he fixed her with a look and caused her to laugh, the door closing with a simple shove. “I sleep on the right.”
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ctl-yuejie · 3 months
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10 BL men I want carnally (or so the title goes)
really ristricted myself to the roles + only men (otherwise this would take me days to compile) - I will be taking the "carnally" seriously.
tagged by @williamrikers and @bengiyo (I believe) <3
Gong Jun as Xia Yao in Advance Bravely
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listen, I am focusing on the roles but also: it's Gong Jun - one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He is both feisty and baby in this. I do like hunky men, I like short kings. But from time to time I feel like sparring with a tall guy who I can later bully in bed. And he is also bratty and pouty in this series and gets spanked. I think I can work with that.
2. Mark Pakin as Nick in Only Friends
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I think I have said enough that Boston is a dick and also that I can see my younger self in him. So with Mark's *gestures wildly* everything, Nick clearly falls into the most gorgeous men alive category that I also want to make cry in bed. We know Boston is great at sex. But he also stuck with Nick, so I really want to know what he can do. He should probably ride me.
3. Mix Sahaphab as Wen in Moonlight Chicken
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besides Mix being stunning, both in terms of looks and in terms of character Wen is not someone I would usually go for. But he has sensuality down, and that first look at Uncle Jim had Uncle Jim feeling a specific type of way and agree to take him home with him and I cannot argue with that. And I do like a guy who can do a one night stand.
4. Tay Tawan as Shin in 3 Will Be Free
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why are you, as a man, holding a guys waist while craning your head to get all the french kisses? well, you could be Tay Tawan as Shin. Both beautiful and oh so moody and brooding when you think your first crush is into the the stunning women at your side. This is the perfect threesome and I would very much like to be part of it.
5. Joong Archen as Joke in Hidden Agenda
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whatever this series was and despite his character being a bit underwritten, one thing the writing team made sure of was to let us know that Joke can arrange your body in any way he wants. he's both very caring and soft which doesn't quite fit the intensity of the "carnally" theme, but just watching him lift Zo up gives me so many ideas to what else he can do. and he said himself, that sex with him is going to make you feel very good.
6. Fandy Fan as Hsia Yu Hao and Zach Lu as Qiu Ziu Xuan in Crossing the Line
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both stunning. I appreciate that Hsia Yu Hao dreams of getting dominated a bit and while they are young and inexperienced the electricity in the shower room scene gives me all the confidence that they both know what to do. Plus points for the possibilities to fuck all over the gym when you're young and horny and don't care that much about the mood of a place.
7. Net Siraphob as King in Bed Friend
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do I still have to watch the show? yes. but just by looking at the gifsets I am very certain that he should be at the top of any "desiring carnally" list. he is cocky, knows what to do with his hands, has some great moves (that bed jump), is kinky and his eyes convey how much he loves to fuck and how turned on he is at all times. he also seems very sweet and caring. even I would consider him as boyfriend material. and that is wildly out of the norm.
8. Kouhei Takeda as Nozue and Kimura Tatsunari as Togawa in Oldfashion Cupcake
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you just know that they are great at sex, even before the infamous thumb scene. the sensuality, the amount of pent-up horniness togawa brings to the table. and while he probably hasn't gotten laid for some time i get the feeling that nozue is naturally good in bed once he feels comfortable in his body. they would make for some really great slow and dirty saturday evening sex.
9. Boss Chaikamon as Phayu in Love in The Air
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yes, this is Boss being an excellent kisser but that makes it canon for Phayu in the show. Usually not that into getting dommed necessarily but oh boy would I make an exception for him. (Prapai and his beagle energy and sex at the workplace was a hot contender though).
10. Gap Jakarin as Yai in The Sign
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cannot believe I only now arrived at a himbo character but here he is. you could offer to ride him and he would say thank you and maybe shed a little tear about it. maybe not the best technique but definitely the energy to balance it out.
honorary mentions: Daddy Dan (Papang Phromphiriya) in Only Friends...maybe not the most adventerous but he is very charming and a great kisser, Daddy Chan (Peter Knight) in KinnPorsche ...while the whole cast is stupidly hot all characters would annoy me too much to even consider for a one night stand. daddy chan however..., Time (JJ Chalach) in KinnPorsche that being said..he cheats on the most beautiful being that is Tay who still sticks with him so I guess the dick has to be fantastic
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tagging everyone who wants to have a go!
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chicken-fifi · 4 months
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Jang Hanseo (Vincenzo) A-Z | SFW
Pairing: Jang Hanseo x Fem!Reader
Requested by anon: Hello 👋👋 If it's not a bother for you can I pls request a-z alphabet for Jang Han Seo and Jang Han Seok from Vincenzo with female reader? You don't have to if you can't. Thank you anyways ❤️❤️
A/n: i will always write and create content when ever i have the time. please look forward to the second part of your request next week!
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A - Attractive: What do they find attractive about each other?
Physically you are just a goddess in Hanseo’s eyes. I think he finds the most comfort and attraction in your hands though. They way they fit perfectly in his and hold his face while you look into his eyes. Godsend. Your kindness and empathic nature is also a huge attraction, especially when his brother is, well, who he is. For you, similarly, man is gorgeous, but it’s his smile, you’d kill for that smile. And his ability to be effortlessly funny. You can’t tell me this man’s himboness isn’t attractive, even if it worries you to no end.
B - Baby: Do they want a family?
Yes, but not under the circumstance he is currently in. In a world where his brother isn’t a threat to your wellbeing and safety, or your children, absolutely yes. But he’s afraid that the second it becomes clear how much you mean to him, that he wants a family with you, his brother will forcefully remove you from the picture, because you will only make things messy. That or he’ll use you and your kids as leverage to get him to the dirty work. While Hanseok is alive, the answer is no.
C - Comfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
In all honesty, he’s crying with you. If you are down or having a panic attack, he’s down and having a panic attack. When I say you’re the adult in this relationship I mean it. But he does try. He’s very clueless about what to do, but he tries. And he gets the hang of it, eventually, wordlessly holding you, rubbing your back and whispering how much he loves you.
D - Dates: What are dates with him like?
Dates are rare. Again, he doesn’t want you on his brother’s radar. But when you go out, they’re very homey and calm. More often than not, they happen at his home. Typically the two of you try and cook together (more like you cook and he is banned from touching anything lest he gets hurt or blows up the kitchen) and end up watching some movie or a tv show. But regardless, you never leave feeling anything less than loved.
E - Equal: Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Sub. You are the adult. You wear the pants. Outside the bedroom. Inside is a different story. Don’t get me wrong though. As meek as he may seem, he has his moments where he does woo you by being much more dominant than usual. That one time he did the doorway lean. He may have ended up falling and splitting his eyebrow open, but he looked hot.
F - Feelings: When did they know they were in love?
The minute he knew was when he realized he wanted to be a better person for you. He wanted to be a good man. Live for you. He wanted to somehow start a completely different life where you would be safe and not out of harm's way by his side. This realization makes it apparent that he is in love with you. You realized you were in love with him when you found yourself worrying about his well-being when you hadn’t heard from him in a long period of time. The thought of his brother taking something out on him, scared you to death and you found yourself willing to take his place instead.
G - Gratitude: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
As grateful as he can be. He grew up in a rather wealthy family so his gratitude comes mainly from the little things you do that he didn’t grow accustomed to having. The way you’ll send him a quick text just saying the most mundane thing that happens to be delivered when he really needs it the most. Or how you’ll take over doing something when he has too much on his plate without asking or saying a word. You do your best to take care of him in ways that he would never expect from anyone.
H - Honesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
He has a lot of secrets. A lot. And he keeps them from you for the sake of your safety. He doesn’t want you involved in anything that poses a threat to your life. He does try to share the things that don’t fall into that category with you as often as he can, but sometimes even those are too dangerous to tell you. And it pains him to keep them from you, but he finds comfort in knowing that to some extent, if anything happens, you will at least be safe.
I - Inspiration: Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
He does try to be a better person because of you. He doesn’t want anything that he’s done to follow him for much longer. He wants to be an upstanding citizen. To have a chance to leave all of this behind and have a normal life.
J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Yes. He most certainly does get jealous very easily. He loves having all of your attention on him, and when it’s not he gets incredibly pouty. He withdraws a bit when jealous but in doing so he draws your attention to him because he’s almost never silent. And there he is looking like a sad puppy who’s been rejected by his owner. 
K - Kiss: Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Kisses are surprisingly deep and intimate. He is always kissing you like it could be the last time he’ll get a chance to do it, because in his mind, it could very well be the last time. I do think he’d had a number of ladies by his side so he certainly knows what he’s doing when kissing you but he’s scared because it’s you. In his eyes you’re so strong, yet delicate that he doesn’t exactly know what to do. His mind is blank the first few times.
L - Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?
He confesses to you indirectly. Hanseok unfortunately finds out about your existence and true to Hanseo’s fear uses you as leverage. No one, and I mean no one, has ever seen Hanseo on his knees begging as much as he is to leave you out of it. To let you go and not hurt you. Because…“I love her!”
M - Marriage: Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Again, similar to the baby entry, yes but not under these circumstances. He can’t let you get hurt or caught up in this mess. Even if you are found out, he still fears that it will only get worse the more you get involved with him. If he does work up the courage, which at some point he does, he proposes to you completely out of the blue. As for marriage life, he does his best to keep you out of everything, again. He wants to be a protector and provider. And will do his best to live up to that.
N - Nicknames: What do they call their s/o?
Him: Baby, Sweetheart, I feel like he would use some cringy nickname just because too
You: Himbo, Hanny, Dummy, also probably something cringier
O - On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
It’s pretty obvious because he tries so hard to make it not obvious. He’s jittery and there’s not hiding the smile on his face when you text him, or how his voice changes when he’s on the phone with you. Hanseo strikes me as the type of guy who would be very physically affectionate with you. He’s like a puppy who wants to be be in direct contact with his owner all the time.
P - PDA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Def not upfront (need I say why?). He doesn’t brag or even bring you up at all. He wants you to be a secret (we all know why at this point). Behind closed doors when it’s just you two though, man praises you beyond belief (I can only think of the scene from Queen Charlotte, “Oh you are beautiful. My wife is beautiful.”). Kisses you like there’s no tomorrow behind closed doors too.
Q - Quirks: Something you do that he loves
You hum when you get carried away doing something. He loves that.
R - Romance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
I would say pretty romantic on more special occasions, but very cliche. If something would make you happy, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
S - Support: Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
He believes in so much (as do you), and he will help you get to where you want to be as best as he can. From the sidelines or directly, depending on your own wishes.
T - Thrill: Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
He’s not afraid to spice things up, but he does like a good routine…but if it makes things spicy…😏
U - Understanding: How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
As understanding as you can expect someone to be. He can’t always empathize because he genuinely sometimes just can’t relate because you both grew up in completely different circumstances, but when he can, trust that he is there for you.
V - Value: How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Considering how much I have talked about him wanting to keep you out of harm's way and off his brother’s radar, I think it’s pretty clear just how much he values you. 
W - Whole: How do they feel about you being in their life?
Man is worried to death about you being in it, but he can’t see his life without you in it. He wants you there, but he feels selfish for doing so.
X - Xylophone: What is your song?
Maybe it’s because this song is currently stuck in my head, but Work Song by Hozier
Y - Yearning: How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Not very well. Separation anxiety because he could easily think something happened to you because of him. He’s constantly trying to get in contact with you just to be sure that you’re safe (until you aren’t).
Z - Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
If it means keeping you safe and by his side, regardless of what may become of him, yes.
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ladyelissarose · 11 months
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‘A Mother’s Revenge’
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Chapter 7 - ‘Led Blindly’
Melione’s POV
-Dream/flashback-
“Thank you Baba... for taking me out here... to see the lake.”
Jacob pulled me closer to lean on his chest while he kissed my neck gently,
“You’re welcome love... you deserve it after all... hmm? *kiss* Giving me a beautiful baby... *kiss* being the most gorgeous wife and mother *kiss*-“
I couldn’t help but giggle as he hit my ticklish spots, but that spurred him on to lovingly continue to attack me that way. It had been 8 months ever sense I gave birth to our son Benjamin. And after getting better and back on my feet and into a new and great schedule with our son, my husband decided to give us a little break, a small road trip to the nearby cabin by the lake. That lake was special to me in many ways, I grew up there for most of my summers, learned how to swim there, fish too, where I took the time to be alone and think about how I felt for Jacob when we first started dating, where I concluded that I indeed loved him with all my being, and later did I find out that this was the exact lake where my husband came to to think about proposing to me one day. So, lots of good memories were held here, never was there a time that ended terribly, it was almost like heaven, safe and sound. Jacob squeezed me tighter and caressed my sides as we looked up ahead, watching the sunset color the lake below, felt the warm, soft wind embrace us gently, and could hear nature speak to us through the calm rustling of the trees and the few birds that flew around us that chirped melodies. It was almost perfect. Jacob then kissed my cheek as he put forth,
 “At least it’s pretty calm for now, Benny might wake up in a bit for some milk.”
He was right, Benny was taking a nap inside, as we sat in the porch, I had the baby monitor beside me in case he woke up and cried for me, but as up until now, we still haven’t heard him wake up, so I replied,
“He will actually... might start calling in a bit-“
“Mamaaaaaaa!! Mammmmaaa!!”
Jacob began to chuckle as he praised yet pouted,
“Can’t believe his first word was still ‘mama’- like I have trained him hard to say ‘dad’ or ‘dada’ first!! Let me go get him and teach him a lesson!”
I laughed at my husbands little attitude as he carefully got up all stompy and silly. But before going he grabbed my face and planted a hard kiss to my lips, it was unexpected yet very passionate for that little bit. I melted into his touch and love. He pulled away and pecked my nose before saying,
“I’ll be right back, I promise. I love you.”
I don’t know why, but in that moment I felt something hit my chest hard, like a dart of truth, telling me that what he was saying.. wasn’t the truth. In the back of my head I knew.. I knew he wasn’t... and neither was Benjamin. I sat up in panic and pulled him close, refusing to let go as my eyes began to tear up,
“Don’t say that... it’s not true.”
I felt his arms wrap around me, as he confessed regretfully,
“I know, I wish it was... all of it. But- I have to go.”
He tried pulling away but I couldn’t, I wouldn’t as I sobbed,
“No no! No please... just stay here- it’s so perfect- and you’re happy, I’m happy!! My baby is inside.. alive and calling me mama-“
 BANG*
At the sound of the bang ringing out I gasped as he with a strong but gentle force he pushed me away, but held one and on my face while the other squeezed my shoulder, he fixed his eyes on mine as he pleaded,
“-Let me go baby.. you have to. You’re pushing it too far- you’re putting yourself in danger over something you can’t change-“
“-But I want to change it-“
click*
“-But you can’t... it’s over.”
My heart sank to the soles of my feet, as I heard, and saw that behind Jacob stood the man.. Hassan. His eyes were cold and evil looking.. while his evil face sported, a black, skeletal mask, just like Ghost’s.  With no care in the world, he held my now lifeless baby in his hands, while he held a gun at the head of Jacob, looking down at me, repeating,
“It’s over.. and it’ll never change.”
BANG!
Soap’s POV
“NOOOOO!! NOOO! AHHHH!!”
I jolted awake from my sleep at the sound of Melione screaming her lungs out, a fear that I hadn’t felt in a long time took over me in a rush as I scrambled my way off of my cot to get to hers. She was thrashing around on her cot and screaming on, she hadn’t awoken yet. A layer of sweat covered her completely, but it didn’t blind me from seeing the fallen tears that covered her cheeks as well. I’ve encountered theses experiences before, with Simon. Simon was known for this, screaming himself awake from his horrific dreams. So I knew what to do. Immediately I grabbed her arms that were flaring around and I wrapped them around herself and leaned her body against mine as I began to rock slowly back and forth and speak to her calmly, trying to bring her back to reality,
“Melione, hey i’s ok. I’s ok.”
“NO!! Nooo!!”
She shook violently as she continued to sob loudly, still having her eyes closed and kicking. 
 ‘Shite she’s not awake yet! Come on kid wake up, you’ll go into shock. Come on!!’
 I raised my measures a bit and began to pet her head gently and speak a little louder,
“Melione you’re safe. You’re safe. Come on wake up kid.”
Suddenly she then gasped deeply, and went completely still. My heart feared that maybe she went into shock, but it subsided when I heard her whimper softly,
“Soap?”
A sound of relief left my lips as I nodded,
“Yeah.. i’s me lass. Ya ok?”
Her breaths came out ragged as she went limp in my arms, the tension in her body slowly leaving,
 “y-yeah..”
“a’ight.”
I checked the time on my watch and it read 03:46, we still had time to sleep before Price got us awake at 06:00. So with that I suggested,
 “Hey.. ah, do ya want to stay up for a bit? Or go back to sleep? I’s still early-“
“Johnny what the- oh.”
That was Ghost, who had just rushed in to see what was going on. In a heartbeat I  had to snatch the gun out of Mleione’s hands as she instinctively pulled it out on him, but immediately let me take it away as she recognized it was Ghost. I could see her try and attempt at sayin’ something, but her throat came out dry, confusion and fear were painted all o’er her features. But before either of us could say more or less, she let me go and sped-walked past Ghost, I noticed how she made sure to walk a good distance around him, holding herself together like a protection as she passed him. Also, she didn’t spare either of us another word as she disappeared.
 ‘What the fuckin’ hell?’
Ghost’s POV
‘Alright? What the fuck was that?-‘
“She had a nightmare I believe... screamed herself out of the dream but didn’t knock out of it until I shook her awake.”
‘Oh... she gets them too.’
An understanding settled in me at his words, nightmares and screaming... two common things we had that I dealt with. Wondering about what could haunt her so badly in her sleep was what clouded my head, I couldn’t imagine what it could be. Only because I didn’t know who she was. I shook my hand at Soap and suggested to him,
“Rest Johnny... I’ll catch up with her. And Thank you. For helping her.”
 “Of course Simon... of course”
Suppressing a yawn and rubbing his eyes told me he was very sleepy, but his words tried to hide it as he then questioned,
 “And ye sure Simon? I can-“
“Sleep Johnny. Please. Was awake anyways... go on.”
I stood there and watched him, as an emphasis that I wasn’t going to move away until I watched him lay down, turn over to his god damn left side (his favorite side to sleep on) and pass out. He only sent me a short nod, knowing he couldn’t argue and beat me, and began to get comfortable on his little cot with his blanket. When I knew he wouldn’t move around anymore, I fixed the slightly fallen blanket over onto his shoulders, and walked out. Darkness filled the entire base as I walked out, I didn’t really know the place well, as we were staying at Alejandro’s base with his men, in Las Almas. But I kept my ears opened to sound, so I could find where Melione wandered off to. Then that’s when I heard it, the clicking of a once open but now closing door.
‘She went outside.’
I guided my feet towards the door right away, not wanting another second to pass without her in my sight. We were still in Las Almas, which is a very dangerous place... I couldn’t trust anyone with her out there alone. As I stepped outside I was greeted with the dark sky, still hovering over us, and the smell of rain, that was probably yet to come. The atmosphere felt a little misty and looked foggy, I could feel it through the opening of my mask. This only made me alert, setting my mind to be more clear as I looked around, wondering why I couldn’t find Melione right away. That was until I heard a distant ragged breath, soon turning into a mutter, in a calm yet haunting voice... also sounded like they were on the verge of crying,
“st-stay back.”
I heard the voice come behind me, making me turn to face it, and there she stood, Melione in the flesh, shaking.
“Melione?-“
Her eyes were glued to mine when she interrupted with a growl,
“-the mask... take it off.”
Her shoulders were visibly beginning to move faster according to how deep and hard she was starting to breathe, telling me she was getting scared or panicked. But no matter what I showed my face to no one, not even Soap... only Price had seen it. Either way... that meant Melione wasn’t going to see it, no matter what. So calmly yet sternly I replied,
“No.”
Her fists clenched as she clenched her jaw, and repeated,
“Take. It. Off.”
“Melione.. I said no.”
She let out a huff of a breath while she asked with disbelief in her tone,
“Huh.. really? Why? What are you hiding? I know who you are.”
‘That can’t be possible... she’s crazy.’
Her voice was raising each time a word slipped out of her mouth, only making me more anxious and worried for her.. about it all. I was about to suggest her to go back, and sleep off her shock of the nightmare she encountered, but her next words then took me out of place.
 “If you want to kill me too, then do it.. I can’t go on.. I can’t change it anymore anyways.”
‘What the fuck has gone into you kid.’
“Meli... are you ok? Are you awake-“
“-you calling me stupid? Hassan? I know who you are-“
‘No.. no no she’s still in that haze.’
Her hands began to move towards her pocket where I knew she kept her long, hunting knife. Why she thought I was Hassan, I’ll never know probably. But her history with him was the least of my worries, as she suddenly charged at me furiously. With her momentum I was able to step out of her way and push her away, sending her to her knees. She grunted at the fall but stood back up rapidly, and threw the knife in my direction. My reflexes caught it before it sunk into my skull and I tossed it away, before choosing to take her down myself as she launched herself onto me this time. Her legs wrapped around my neck and with dead weight she fell to the ground and flipped me over, causing me to land on my back. In milliseconds I felt her dead weight fall on my waist as she sat upon me, my hands flew to her shoulders to push her off but what made me stop, was when she held a new knife at my throat, and her other hand was free, inching closer to my mask.
“I dare you to move me Hassan.. I fuckiiin dare you... and I’ll expose you then rip your face apart.. until God won’t even recognize you... maybe you’ll look like the monster you are anyways.”
‘She just did not- fucking hell no.’
I lost all sense of calmness and logic of what could happen, when she said that. My deepest fears.. was looking like a monster, for deep down was an insecurity of probably being one, after the life I have lived here. I had many scars, yes, but I didn’t want them to make me feel like I was a monster, yet she dared to say she would. Anger boiled in my skin when I shoved her off and shouted,
“Maybe you’re the monster, EH!!?? Taking lives like it doesn’t matter?!? Tha’s who you are!?!”
She grunted loudly when her fists met my arm, and to be honest, it stung a bit. But I wasn’t prepared for the knee at my crotch.
“AGH- FUCK-“
“More like you’re the coward!! Killing and shedding blood while hiding behind the mask.. so no one sees the person you truly are??!”
 ‘THAT’S NOT TRUE!! IT CAN’T BE!!”
I lost the amount of fucks I had for Melione, when I swung and backhanded her side, and kicked the back of her knees, she fell to the ground but got a hold of my waist, and reached for the gun I held on my belt. With my elbow I hit her jaw and used her hair to try and pull her away, feeling her punch my arms and legs as I seethed,
“You could never be a woman.. or a mother... look at you.. you’re probably a fucking terrorist- or a damned baby killer!!”
And just like that, she stopped moving. My hand held onto her hair and her hands held onto my wrist, as her eyes slowly went from the ground to mine, clouded with anger.
‘who’s angry now? Huh?’
“What the fuck did you say to me?”
I replied with purpose, repeating what I said without considering its consequences or it’s true meaning to her.
“I said you’re a terrorist.. a baby killer.”
Her jaw went slack, as her eyes rapidly began to water, she let go of my wrist as her lips began to pout and tremble,
“you don’t mean that.. that’s not true.”
‘how could it not!! I don’t know who you are!!!’
“Look at you’re behaving Melione!!-“
“-I COULD NEVER HURT AN INNOCENT PERSON! LET ALONE A CHILD YOU SICK BASTARD!!”
Instantly I let go of her hair and stepped back, afraid of what I saw in her, after I said what I said. 
“Melione-“
“GO ROT IN HELL!!-“
“HEY!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!”
‘Price-‘
“Graves take Melione- Ghost you’re coming with me.”
Price and Graves had showed up behind me, he took Melione away as Price gripped my arm harshly and yanked me away. I caught Graves smirking and flipping me off, I only rolled my eyes at him but paid attention to Price when he put forth in a disappointed voice,
“I can’t believe you Simon. What the hell?”
I could only shrugged and reply honestly, for I still didn’t realize or come to the conclusion of what the fuck had just happened,
“She went crazy and I lost it John.”
He stopped and faced me, his eyes held the tone of his voice (which I hated to see) as he proceeded to say,
“That’s why you call someone who can handle it. Mixing trauma with trauma will only cause chaos that can get you both killed, Simon... never again. Do you understand?”
“affirmative sir.”
He sent me a curt nod then left me back with Soap, who was now awake with a cup of tea ready for me. Soap only guided me to my separate room, and sat there with me silently as I sipped the tea. Ready for me to speak when I was ready, which was about an hour later when I only whispered out,
 “Melione was a mother.. and I called her a baby killer.”
Soap sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes, before laying a hand on my shoulder as he confirmed.
 “She was Simon... but you didn’t know. None of us did... you both said things that pressed a button that set you off... it happens.”
 “yeah.. but I wish it didn’t. I hurt her... and much as she hurt me Johnny. I wanted to help her.”
“But ye can’t if yer hurt Simon, it only spreads... I’m sure she wants the same... but she can’t, because she’s hurt too.”
“I know.”
“ok.. just don’t blame yourself... it was an accident.. ok?”
“hmm hmm.. affirmative.”
“a’ight. get rest Simon.”
“hm hm.”
Lastly he took my cup before telling me to lay down, and that tomorrow would be a fresh day. To perhaps make it right. I agreed only because I was emotionally and physically exhausted.. and my crotch still hurt a lot.
More than anything I felt incredibly sorry for my words, and my actions... but she hit my trigger too... we both shot at each other. Hard. 
‘I wonder who you were... before the world changed you...’
Graves’ POV
Soap thought that only he could play tricks on Melione to get her to talk.. well I can play the same game, which I did. The only setback... was the fact that she went mad crazy.. and almost killed Ghost. I thought I had put the right measurements in the ramen Gaz prepared for her, and a bit more in the Cola Alejandro gave her. But I guess it was too much, affecting both her sleep and rising.. now I’m dealing with her sobbing and she confessed with a messy mind,
“I didn’t mean to hurt him, I-I just got overwhelmed and I saw him as the man in my dream- God I don’t even remember what happened- did I hurt him?!”
I handed her some coffee Rudy decided to make for her as I reassured her while seeing the growing bruise on her jaw,
“No you didn’t. He’s ok.. maybe not as beat up as you are... and he called you a baby killer.”
I wanted to see her react to that, which was a frown when she asked,
“he did?”
‘fuck yeah he did.’
“oh..”
Her eyes watered again as she laid a hand over where I believe she felt it hurt most, She quietly sighed,
“I can’t believe he said that...”
“Hey.. that’s ok. I know that’s not who you are.. so no matter what others say. I know the truth.”
“ok.. t-thanks.”
Her voice then cracked as she started to full on sob again, only creating a larger door for me to merge her into my plan. I knew if I got her to think I was there for her, she might actually trust me. I thought convincing her would be hard, but it just might not be anymore. But I had to start easy.
“Hey.. I don’t know what has probably happened to you ok? But I just want to help you, ok?”
 She only coughed and sniffed a bit, not wanting to look at me as she wiped her tears, so I pressed on.
“If you want something, I’ll give it to you-“
“Soap is the only one that makes the tea I like... and Alejandro always prepares my ramen with that oddly delicious yet weird salsa shit. And You’ve done nothing but give problems... goodnight.”
She was about to walk out on me, but I wouldn’t have it, I couldn’t. So then I had to change plans and be fast. Grabbing onto her shirt before she walked out I insisted,
“I’ll give you Hassan, if you help me. That I can give.”
Melione’s POV
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… he was going to willingly give me Hassan. I had heard those words a few times while working with these guys, but it never sounded so certain up until this point. But, I also felt a bit of doubt. He’s got to be messing with my head over the vendetta I pulled, or I’m still going crazy. First I shook my shoulder out of his hold then questioned as I began to walk out of the room, towards the kitchen for more coffee,
“You’re serious right? No games or lies... because you do a lot of that.”
Graves scoffed,
“Oh God. None at all. I’m dead serious. But I need your 100% trust in this, If not it won’t work-“
“Why wouldn’t it?”
“Because it’d require your help and if your not in then it’s impossible... because you’re the one Hassan trusts anyways.”
“But Hassan doesn’t want me anymore, hot chick Valeria gave him the missile.”
Graves dead stopped in his tracks which had me stop and think about what I said when I heard him comment under his breath,
“why do you sound like Alejandro?”
‘Shit I just called Valeria hot. Anyways... why would Hassan want me and how do I benefit Graves?’
I tried to push my way out of what I had just confessed so freely when I went back to the subject. 
“You know what I mean. What more can I give that he doesn’t have already.”
“His trust so we can have the missile back. We need it back it’s government property that he took. Plus, where the missile is, he is. And if it’s in Chicago, then he’s in Chicago.”
 “So you’re saying that if I’m able to get the missile back I can have Hassan?”
“Yes, Exactly that. Shepherd approves of it, and so do I.”
 ‘I mean if Shepherd is the boss and he’s ok with it... then so should I.’
“ok... we’ll work according to that plan then.”
 “You have to stick by my side though, sense Shepherds specifically gave me those orders, you can ask him yourself-“
“No, it’s enough for me... I don’t need more or less... I just want Hassan.”
“And him you will have.”
I clasped his hand immediately and shook it fervently,
“You then have my word. I’ll help you.”
I saw a glint of happiness in his eyes as he shook my hand in return. 
 “Thank you. And don’t worry about anything else, I have it under control. Just follow my back and lead, no questions asked and you’ll be good. Just be prepared for Tomorrow... lots of things are going to change.”
“alright... I’ll be ready.”
‘Maybe I can’t change what has happened... but I can change what can happen.... I just wonder how much will change... why do I have confidence.. but a nervous feeling?’
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Imagine soft yandere Eddie with a super shy SO with very little relationship experience so she gets really easily flustered by the smothering affection. She isn't used to normal casual hugs and kisses let alone all of this. At first Ed is nervous that he overwhelmed her to an off-putting extent on accident but then he realizes she just doesn't know how to respond. The shyness makes him want to baby talk to her/ gush about how adorable she is even more. She also naturally hides her face when blushing and he's like "awe sweetheart! Please don't hide your face angel! I want to see your beautiful smile and your gorgeous eyes! My sweet precious baby... did you know that you are the light of my life?" At least 3-5 times a day she ends up snuggled up in his lap bc he can't get enough of her and his overprotectiveness is in overdrive. He's shamelessly wrapped around her finger
A/N: I've missed doing longer imagines, expect a lot more of these now 😁 (Also these gifs are amazing - the creator is so talented!! How have I not seen/used the beforeeee)
Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)
Words: 747
Warnings: Obsessive behaviour 😍
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You've always been called soft-spoken, timid, and shy, ever since you were little. In a place like Gotham, it's wise to keep your head down and get on with whatever it is you're doing, and don't attract unwanted attention. In just seconds, you could be pinned to a cold concrete wall, in the late evening or even bright daylight, and passersby will look away and avoid you and the thugs that steal your money from your pocket. That's just how it is, and you've grown used to it. This is Gotham.
When you told Edward that, it practically broke his heart.
It's easy to tell him anything and everything. He soaks it all up, listens and hangs onto every word you say, like they're the most important things he'll ever hear, simply because it's you that's saying them. Edward doesn't impatiently tell you to speak up like others have done, he'll lean in closer, or place you right in his lap, his head on your shoulder, loving every minute of it.
He seems to understand everything you say. He says he thought of himself as invisible, like a ghost of the cruel past, until you looked him straight in the eye last week. You hardly remembered, until Edward started popping up everywhere you went. Now, all of a sudden, you're in his apartment, you know everything, and you're not petrified like you expected. You almost feel calm here, in the home of a man that's been so mistreated, so underestimated, that it's driven him mad. He tells you that you inspire him, too, seeing him for him, and taking the time to. No one else would bother. No one else will, even now, until he makes himself known.
You know Edward Nashton, and it's only been a week. But he knows you too, and for him, it's been a lot more than seven days.
He thought he came off as too strong when you first arrived here, but he's told you that he couldn't help it. You're so beautiful. He had to have you, before some scum got to you first. You've never been loved so intensely in all your life, and with Eddie, it's the most passionate, exciting, comforting thing in the world to you. He tells you it's what keeps him alive, and when you look into those murky green eyes, holding so much earnesty and wonder, you have to believe him.
You whisper to him that you don't hate it. It's just so new. And, to this day, you still don't understand why it's you he chose to become so obsessed and infatuated with. Edward has hundreds of reasons why.
That only encourages him.
You instinctively go to hide your face with your hands, but Ed prises them off gently, collapsing on top of you in a hug that you can't help but return with an amused smile. You're slowly getting used to the smothering affections you're shown every day, so much so that it'd be odd not to feel protective arms wind around your middle every night and morning, or his fluffy brown locks tickle your cheek when he leaves sweet marks on the skin of your neck. He tells you that he's new to this too, but he's so glad he is, because he gets to go through it all for the first time with you.
The followers have heard about an angel, hidden safely away from Gotham's horrors, waiting to come out when the streets have been cleansed and judgements have been given. The Riddler says every word with confidence, while you smile to yourself from the corner, wrapped up in one of his deep green hoodies. There's a suspicious red stain on the fabric, but you ignore it, and let Edward pick you up with surprising ease when the camera's off, hugging you tightly to his chest and telling you how perfect you look in his things. The camera's still got battery left. There's enough time for some pictures, isn't there?
You're still softspoken and shy, even locked away with The Riddler, but it's something you can't change. Edward doesn't want you to change. It's everything else that's wrong. He apologises to you, that his poor little purity had to live in such a cesspool for so long, that it took him so long to save you. And so you bashfully call him your hero and kiss his cheek. He won't let you go now.
You don't want him to.
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