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seireiteihellbutterfly · 2 months

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Bridal Shop ft Nanami Kento

Rating: 18+, MDNI Warnings: Sex, vaginal and clitoral fingering, oral Featuring: Nanami Kento x female reader Word Count: 2590 Summary: A final dress fitting leads to something else when the bridal shop owner takes over your appointment A/N: All images are from pinterest and are linked at the bottom of the post for credit. Inspiration for the wedding dress was this.

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You skipped merrily into the bridal shop, ready for the final fitting. The wedding was only 2 weeks away. A healthy pink glow was visible on your face. Most would say it’s because your wedding day is approaching. Your best friend would tease you that it’s because of the bridal shop owner.

The sweet old woman who had assisted you during your first fitting spots you immediately and waves you over to her. She grasps your hands with wrinkled knotted hands and smiles brightly at you. “Not too long now…You must be very excited!”

“Indeed I am!” You chirp back excitedly. “Will it be a while or…?”

“Not at all! We’re ready for you now. On straight through to the back. Fitting room 2.”

You thank the woman and waltz back into the stall. Not too shortly after the tailor comes in, exchanging warm greetings with you, asking you how wedding planning was going, as she carefully helps you fit into the dress, gently buttoning up the pearl fastenings on the back as she fusses with the skirt, whirling it out around you. Your breath catches as you look at yourself in the mirror.

The dress had been fitted perfectly, the waistline pure perfection to the last millimeter. With the tulle and illusion sleeves, it was like right out of a dream. You feel yourself tear up as you see yourself in the mirror. It was so pretty, beyond your imagination. Ever prepared, the tailor quickly offers you a tissue and a gentle smile.

“I’ll let you have a moment. Let it all soak in. Let me know when you’re ready to have it taken off.” The tailor exits quietly through the door. You spin around, admiring yourself from all angles. You’re so happy you listened to your fiance when he had insisted on going with this one.

A fairy tale dress for a princess, he had said. Your smile widens as you do one last twirl. You hear the handle of the fitting room rattle, and turn to tell the tailor you’re ready to change, then freeze when you see who’s standing in the doorway.

Sharp brown eyes look at you with such intensity that you blush. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

His mouth curves into a soft smile as he takes in the sight of you in your wedding dress. The owner of the bridal shop was quite a striking man, with his physique, styled blonde hair, and impressive height.

“I wasn’t aware that you visited brides during their fittings.” Your mouth had gone dry. He looked so immaculate in tailored pants and a waistcoat, shirt fitting beautifully to his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing corded, well toned forearms.

He chuckles at your comment, then steps in, locking the door behind him. Your heart skips a beat and you almost miss his next words over the rush of blood in your ears.

“Never. But this dress…I have a special affinity for it.”

He stands right behind you, admiring you in the mirror. His eyes rove over the small details of the dress, the little plunge of the neckline, almost modest, between your breasts, the cups of the dress pushing them up flatteringly.

Nanami Kento was a heartthrob in this locality. Who wouldn’t notice the handsome bridal shop owner? Women were known to wander into the shop to catch a glimpse at him, pretending to be window shopping. Many a bride had blushed as he walked with them through the shop, pulling gowns and asking questions about their dress preferences, giggling as he politely asked to see their rings.

“Yes…I think this last fitting was much needed. Look at how flattering it looks on your body now.” His large hands softly rest on your waist as you feel rushes of heat run through you. You try your best to not look at the mirror, lest he see how flustered you were getting. His cologne was filling your senses, a deep musky scent that added a forbidden allure.

“I was right in thinking this lace would look flattering on you.” One of his hands moves towards your front, his long fingers gently tracing the line of fabric near your collarbone, sending skitters of electricity through you. Your heart thumps in your chest as you try to keep your composure.

“Ah…thank you.” You manage to say. “You do have a good eye for what looks best.” You can hear how your voice has taken on a breathy quality and try to focus. You had plans after this, meeting with your bridesmaids for dinner.

Nanami smiles at your praise, then says, so close to your ear, “Why aren’t you wearing any jewelry today? Apart from your ring I mean.”

His breath makes you tingle with need, making you tongue tied, words stumbling over each other. “I-ah-ahem. Should I be wearing…jewelry?”

“You should. Most brides wear a necklace after a fitting to make sure it doesn’t clash with the neckline.” His fingers creep up from your collarbone to the hollow at the base of your throat and your breath catches.

“And earrings,” he adds, his other hand abandoning your waist to gently massage your bare earlobe. You feel uncomfortable heat starting to gather between your thighs and resist the urge to lean back against his muscular frame. Your eyes close as he continues to fondle the soft piece of flesh then almost jump out of your skin as his hot breath tickles your other ear.

“Earrings help you figure out if you've chosen the right veil or not.” His lips were practically touching the shell and a strangled gasp leaves your lips.

“You really are the ideal representation of a blushing bride,” Nanami murmurs softly. His hands start to play with your hair, and you swallow, trying to gather the vestiges of your rapidly fading sensibility.

“Have you decided if you’re wearing your hair up or down?” His fingers swirl the locks of hair flowing down your shoulders, making a loose bun with them at the nape of your neck. It takes you a moment to process his question, the movements of fingers feeling deliciously seductive.

“Up.” You didn’t trust yourself to say another word.

He nods, leaning forward to look over your shoulder into the mirror. “I think that’s a good choice. Plays well with your features.” His fingers skim over your cheek which looked positively rosy now.

“Were you done with your fitting?”

You give yourself a little shake mentally. “Yes.” You wished he would stop stroking you so tenderly. You were starting to have thoughts quite opposite to the image of a demure bride.

“I actually need to call back the tailor to help me with this-”

“No need.” He cuts you off smoothly, leaving no room for objection. “I assume she’s busy. And it’s a small task. I can help you.”

With patience, Nanami starts undoing the small pearl buttons. You stand, embarrassment rising, but unable to resist. He was so charming, eyes focused on his task, while you stole glances at him in the mirror, the sharp, chiseled features of his face, the lovely hue of brown his eyes were. You shiver as air hits your bare skin, his fingers going lower and lower, finally reaching the last few buttons near your waist. He spreads apart the fabric, hands caressing your back. His eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“Look at me,” he whispers, waiting until your eyes met his before sliding the dress off your shoulders, carefully holding the skirt to avoid wrinkling it, revealing the adorable pink lace bra you had worn in hopes of surprising your fiance later. He grips the bodice carefully and moves away from you.

“Step out.” Nanami’s voice isn’t demanding; it was a request. Feeling like your legs had turned to jello, you lift one leg, then the other, stepping out of the dress before he grabs a hanger to put it away. You can feel your sex throb from need and squeeze your legs together, acutely aware that the matching pink panties must have a stain now from your dripping core.

Once he’s secured the dress, his attention falls back to you. His eyes stop at your thighs. “No garter to go with the dress?”

You glance up at him shyly. “Are garters part of the dress fitting?”

“They should be,” he murmurs before closing the gap between you, his lips covering yours. The tension that had been building inside you snaps and you respond hungrily, body pressing unashamedly against his, feeling the hard muscles under his clothes.

“You do look good in pink,” he says in a husky voice as you both break apart, only for him to start placing wet kisses on your neck, his hands expertly snapping open the catch of your bra with the same ease as he did with the buttons on your wedding dress. His large hands cup your breasts, massaging them, before his thumbs rest on the centers of your hardened nipples, moving them in circles, the friction making you feel weak at the knees. Your mouth finds his again, tongues brushing against each other, his fingers softly tweaking and pulling the hardened peaks. Your moans are muffled, lost in the greed of his kiss.

He pulls back before guiding you over to the chair that sits in the corner of the fitting room, helping you comfortably straddle him, softly suckling on one of your nipples while his hands roam down your back, squeezing your waist, holding you tight as you whimper and moan. His hands eventually slide down to your ass, gripping the fat covetously, before slipping below the scanty lace that covered your pussy.

“Why do brides always abstain from sex a few weeks before the wedding?” Nanami muses as he presses dexterous fingers between your wet folds, making you gasp.

“I-it’s not-” You choke out, unable to form coherent words.

“Look at this.” There’s a raspy quality to Nanami’s voice as he pulls out his fingers for your inspection, covered with your arousal. “Hardly did anything and you’re already making a mess. Honestly, why do you brides do this to yourselves?”

He licks his fingers clean before gripping you under your thighs, momentarily lifting you up, before standing and seating you on the chair instead. Your legs spread apart wantonly, thoughts of decency thrown out the window. Nanami hooks his index around the fabric covering your crotch, pulling it to the side, spreading apart your glistening labia with his other hand. The tangy scent of need hits his nose and he licks a line up from your entrance to your clit, before laying his tongue over the swollen bud, licking sensually.

You’re trying your best to muffle your noises and failing spectacularly, moans getting louder and needier as he tenderly alternates between sucking and licking your clit, the variations driving out all reasoning, leaving only primal thoughts in your head. Unashamedly, you grind against his mouth, desperate for a release. You sob with delight as he inserts a finger, followed by a second, stretching you out, making you feel deliciously full. You had been abstaining and didn’t realize how much you had missed it. His fingers curl up into that small patch inside you, matching his movements to the pace of his tongue on your clit. Your hands move involuntarily, pulling at his hair, back arching against the chair as he pushes you over the edge.

A loud, lewd sound leaves your lips as the orgasm takes over, feeling your pussy spasm pleasurably, clit pulsating, wave after wave racking your system. He doesn’t spare a second, quickly unzipping his trousers and adjusting you before slipping his cock into your wetness.

You were unprepared for the sudden intrusion, making you gasp in shock as you adjust to his thickness, pussy still fluttering from your climax. Your legs wrap around his waist as he moves closer, almost folding you in half and he starts to thrust into you.

“Fuck…so tight…looks like abstinence…made your pussy forget…how to take cock…” he says between breaths, his movements so sinfully slow, ensuring you feel every inch of him, taking note of every small spasm your body makes around him.

You whine at his slow thrusts, needing more. “Kento…”

“Did you need something my dear?” You want to shake him for his ability to sound so polite, like you were having tea together instead of him being buried in your cunt.

“I need more…please…” You can’t keep the urgency out of your voice. His eyes darken at your request.

“Desperate to cum on my cock are you?” he teases, pulling back until he’s almost about to pull out the tip before slamming back into you, making you moan noisily. His hips snap into you, placing his fingers into your mouth, the unspoken command clear in his eyes; wet them.

You suck his fingers, moistening them with your saliva before he removes them, using the lubrication to rub circles onto your clit. The sensation combined with the force of him fucking into you makes your eyes roll back into your head. You were so close, and judging by his grunts and movements getting sloppier, so was he.

“Such a sweet bride…you’ll be an even sweeter mother someday…” He pants as he maintains a rhythm, close to his own climax. You feel the familiar feeling of heat and tension building in your belly, coiling like a spring waiting to be set free. Soon enough, a second climax rips through you, stealing the breath from your lungs, your mouth open in a silent scream as it grips you. With a grunt, Nanami’s hips snap forward aggressively and you feel his cock spasm, little twitches inside your pussy as he empties himself into you.

Sated, both of you pant, trying to catch your breath. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small pack of tissues, using one to clean up and catch his cum as he slips out of you. He gently runs another one down your slit, cleaning you up as best as he can.

“Not just good for an emotional bride,” he jokes as he wads up the used tissues.

Your muscles ache in protest as he lowers your legs to the floor. He smiles at your state, exhausted, fucked out in the sweetest way possible. Nanami fusses with your hair, trying to bring it back to a state of decency before handing you your bra.

“You’d better hurry up and get dressed. Dinner with the bridesmaids at 7, yeah?”

OUTSIDE THE FITTING ROOM:

The tailor who had been assisting you was relatively new and she was now waiting in the back break room along with the elderly woman who had greeted you earlier. She clicks her tongue impatiently.

“I saw Mr. Nanami go into the fitting room she was in…should I be concerned?” she asks the older woman.

The wizened lady giggles at her. The tailor frowns. “What? Am I missing something?”

“That’s his fiancee that came in for a fitting. I say let’s give them a few more minutes. I’m sure he’s already helped her put away the gown.” She laughs heartily at the dumbstruck look on the tailor’s face.

“Wha-but-” the tailor splutters. “Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride in the wedding dress before the wedding?”

“Considering he’s the one that designed it, I think an exception can be made. Now hush and get back out front. There’s other customers that need attending to.”

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gwynfahr · 6 months

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Huh, can we talk about the fact Jordan Li has a fucking guitar in their room ? Imagine them playing soft melodies for you to fall asleep to, damn I'm whipped. If they're playing this thing, I might turn into someone I'm not on regular days.

Look !

^ It's just here.

Litteraly kicking my feet and twirling my hair at the thought of their fingers pinching the cords, their focused face so serious and hot, my head's all dizzy.

#jordan li x reader #Jordan plays the guitar so well #my looooove #jordan li #gen v x reader #not beta we die like brink #gen v #No beta we die like the soldiers Sam destroyed

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Phone Sex..Amirite?

Sex Escapades With Agent Peña

(Javi Peña x f!reader NSFW)

A/N: Javi Peña has been giving me brain rot lately, and the filthiest part of this is that I came up with this idea at work. Who the hell comes up with toe curling smut while in the office? This girl right here does. Enjoy, you filthy animals (;

Summary: phone sex with your boyfriend, Agent Peña

~word count: 4.2k~

Warnings: smut with no plot, established relationship, phone sex, semi public masturbation, Javi is clearly the dom but the reader wants to get in on the action, slight power dynamic (if you squint) teasing, edging, slight degradation, some fluff at the end, nicknames, a huge fucking praise kink, fingering, cream pie, cum play, cum eating, unprotected p in v (my Javi is clean okay y’all) oral (male and female receiving) Javi really loves your pussy like really really loves it. This is straight up filth and porn and is NSFW. Do not open this around your boss, or coworkers please. (+18) minors dni !

You weren’t sure what exactly inclined to call your boyfriend Javi when you knew he was at the office, working another late shift. Perhaps it was the fact that you missed his presence, and yearned for his touch. Or maybe you just wanted to play a little game with him. Or perhaps you were just feeling this way after you had a warm, relaxing bath. Your thoughts drifted off to your boyfriend and soon you were working your pussy into a sweet orgasm, with his name echoing off the walls of your quaint bathroom.

The wall phone in the kitchen had a cord just long enough for you to comfortably sit against the cool countertop, with your feet dangling over the edge. You were in nothing but a pink fluffy towel as you dialed his work number, bringing the tip of your thumbnail, to rest between your teeth, as the dial tone rang.

Javi wasn’t too happy about being stuck at the office this late either. He was begrudgingly put on phone duty till 2a.m. It was only just midnight when his phone on his desk rang. He had his shirt open a few buttons down, revealing his smooth, tan skin. Of course he had a cigarette pursed between his plush lips, as he brought the phone against his ear, resting it between his chin and shoulder.

“Peña” he rasped through the speaker.

“Hi baby..” you twirled the long phone cord between your manicured nails as you let out a light giggle.

You could imagine your boyfriend's lip quirking up, and his brow rising suggestively at the familiarity of your molasses sweet voice.

“Cariño? Hi baby..to what do I owe the pleasure? Shouldn’t you be asleep my love? It’s pretty late..” he let out a hum, taking in a deep drag from his cigarette as he leaned back into his worn down office chair.

“I can’t sleep, baby. I had a nice hot, relaxing bath, and all I could think about was you..”

Javi glanced around the small, open office space he occupied. No one but him was in the building, sans a few security guards upfront, and maybe a lone janitor.

“Mmm..you were thinking about me, sweet girl?” He mused as he crossed one leg over the other, still holding the cigarette between his lips. “What were you thinking about me when you were in the bath?..”

You let out a soft sigh that he could hear through the speaker as you leaned back against the counter, resting your weight on your elbows. “Are we really about to do this Jav?”

“Do what? Have phone sex? Well, Cariño..you were the one who called if I remember correctly..” he chuckled.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m wearing baby?” You asked with a teasing tone.

“Ohh my apologies, sweet girl. What are you wearing? Something pretty I bet..”

“Nothing but a fluffy pink towel baby.”

You could hear him hum deeply at your response.

“No panties or anything? That’s awfully naughty of you, cariño. You wearing no panties just for me baby?”

“Yes, Javi. No panties..just for you..”

“Tell me, cariño. Did you touch yourself in the tub while you thought about me?..I bet you did..you miss me that much huh sweet girl?”

“I did baby..I played with my pretty little pussy that you love so much and thought of you the whole time. Wished it was your fingers instead..”

“Fuck me.” He hissed under his breath at the thought of you touching yourself and thinking about him. “You’re fucking filthy, you know that baby?” He could feel his cock twitching in his ridiculous tight jeans, begging for relief.

“Are you okay, baby?..Is this too much for you to hear right now? I don’t want to distract you from your work..” you spoke with faux disappointment in your tone.

Javi growled lowly through the receiver, harshly putting out his cigarette into the nearby ashtray on his desk that was cluttered with papers. “You’re a goddamn little tease baby. Don’t act so sweet and innocent now. You asked for this.”

He could feel you grinning against the receiver and he wondered if you were wet for him already. If only he was there to drag his fingers through your slick folds, replace them with his hot, sinful tongue.

“Just wanted to check and make sure baby.”

Javi pressed his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose as he inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly. His voice had dipped down an octave and the way it warmly dripped through the receiver, had you clenching your thighs together tightly.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me right now cariño? You’re workin’ me up already baby and I’m stuck here for 2 more fucking hours.”

“If you ask nicely I’ll be a good girl for you, Jav.”

“So now you think you get to go and call the fucking shots baby?” He was already popping the button off his jeans to give himself some form of relief. He didn’t hesitate to palm himself through the tight material, taking his lower lip between his teeth.

“C’mon baby, will you pretty please let me have a little fun for once?”

“Okay, cariño. Just this once alright?”

“Thank you baby.”

“Will you please be a good girl for me? You’ve got me feeling so fucking hard already. Absolutely killing me over here, cariño.”

“See? Was that so hard?” You giggled and the sweet sound caused his cock to twitch painfully again. “Do you want me to play with myself for you?”

“Yes, baby. I want you to play with your pretty little pussy. I want you to get yourself all wet for me baby..think you can do that for me? Wanna hear her purring for me through the fucking phone.” He rasped.

His words alone had you immediately slipping your hand between your thighs, propping them open along the counter with your feet firmly planted so you had better access.

“Nice and slow baby. Want you to close your eyes, drag your fingers through your slick folds for me. I wanna hear how wet you are already.” He demanded.

You did as you were told, slowly sliding your fingers through your slick folds, collecting your arousal between them as your eyes fluttered shut, lips parting as a soft sigh slipped out.

“That’s it baby. Good girl. Want you to tease yourself a little for me, okay sweet girl? Play with your clit for me..be gentle with her because I’m gonna fucking wreck her later when I get my hands on you.”

Javi’s filth induced words dripped deep into your core as you dragged your fingers over your clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles around the bundle of nerves. “Are you gonna touch yourself for me too, baby?” You let out a soft moan.

“You want me to cariño? You wanna picture me fisting my thick cock while you play with your pretty little pussy for me?”

Your thighs quivered slightly as you moved your fingers faster, even though Javi told you to be slow, and gentle with yourself. “Yes please, baby. Touch yourself for me Javi. I want to picture just how hard you are for me and my pretty little pussy.”

“Are you being a good girl for me, cariño? I don’t remember telling you to move your fingers faster..” he tsked. “Can hear your soft little breaths picking up already baby. Naughty naughty girl.” He had slipped his hand under the tight confinements of his jeans and briefs. He swiped his thumb across his tip that was already leaking with precum.

“I’m sorry baby..I can’t help it..if I’m being such a naughty girl, then you’ll have no choice but to come over and punish me..” You had slipped your two slick fingers inside of your pussy. From your earlier orgasm, you were absolutely dripping as you curled your fingers upwards against the spongy spot against your walls. Javi could hear the delicious sounds of your squelching pussy gripping around your fingers.

“Are you fucking yourself right now baby? God, your pussy sounds so pretty cariño..listen to how fucking wet she is for me..” he let out a sigh as he wrapped his fist around the base of his cock after he spit on his hand for some last minute lubrication.

“I wish it was your fingers fucking my pretty, tight little pussy right now. I’m so wet for you baby. I wish you could see how i’m dripping for you..want you, and your cock so fucking bad.” You moaned, spreading your thighs open further as your towel slipped from around your body, exposing yourself to the humid, muggy air.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum baby. Don’t you dare. Not until I fucking tell you that you can. ¿Tienes esa querida? Me estás conduciendo contra una maldita pared en este momento, cariño.” (You got that darling? You’re driving me up a fucking wall right now, baby)

“I’m so close Javiiii. I can’t hold on much longer baby, will you please let me cum? Picture me cumming around your thick cock baby..picturing me squeezing every last fucking drop out of you.” You moaned, pumping your fingers faster inside of you, while your thumb worked your clit.

“Bring the phone down to your fingers fucking that pretty little pussy. I want to fucking hear you fucking yourself. Want to hear those pretty sounds your pussy makes for me baby.” He pumped his hand around his cock a few times, twisting his wrist as his head tilted back against the headrest of the chair.

You used your freehand to pull the phone away from your ear and shakily dropped it between your thighs so he could hear just how wet he made you.

The sounds of your fingers pumping inside of your pussy had your boyfriend's eyes rolling back into his skull as he let out a low groan. “Fuck baby. You weren’t kidding when you said you were soaking. Gonna fucking destroy that pretty little cunt of yours later. Tell me how you want me to take you. Wanna hear it in fucking detail cariño.”

You brought the phone up to your ear once more, feeling yourself grow flustered from his request and your building orgasm in the pit of your stomach. “Ohh..baby. I want you to bend me over the fucking counter like the dirty little whore I am. I want you to play with my pussy. Tease me a little with your fingers, and tongue. I want my hips to dig into the side of the counter top. I want to feel bruises form as you fuck into me.” You mewled against the receiver.

“Yeah cariño? You want me to fuck you against the counter? Mmm..I can do that and make sure that it’ll hurt to walk the next morning. That you’ll be feeling me between your thighs for a few fucking days after I’m finished with you.” He growled.

“Yes, please baby. I want that so fucking bad. Want your cock Javi. Please please give it to me. Before you cum, I want to feel you down my throat, want to taste you on my tongue and swallow every last fucking drop.”

“Oh fuck.” He groaned, forcing himself to slow the rate he was pumping his fist around his cock. Your filth had his balls tightening as he thought about spurting his hot, sticky cum past your pretty lips and down your throat. “You wanna be a good little cock slut for me baby? I want to feel you gag around me cariño. Want to see tears flow down those pretty little cheeks as I stuff your throat with my cock. You’d love that, wouldn’t you baby? I know you fucking would.”

“Yes Javi. I want to be your good little cock slut for you baby. I want to get down on my knees for you. Can I cum please? I’ve been a good girl for you haven’t I? Please Javi..I’m so fucking close. Please baby..” you moaned out his name as your fingers continued to pump inside your pussy as you threw your head back with your eyes squeezed shut, nearly dropping the phone from where it rested against your shoulder.

“Shh..baby don’t overdo it okay? Need you to be ready for me later okay? Go ahead and let yourself go cariño..cum for me baby..cum for me..” he squeezed his cock lightly then feeling a hot spurt of cum leak out from his tip as he groaned out your name, deep within the cavern of his chest.

You cried out his name as your second orgasm of the night rippled through your body, causing your thighs to tremble, and shake as you slipped your fingers out and collapsed against the cool tile against your sweat soaked back.

“There she is..there’s my pretty girl. You just rest up and wait for me, okay cariño? I’ll see you in a couple hours, pretty girl.” He hummed against the receiver before he ended the call and immediately grabbed his box of cigarettes on his desk and pulled one out as he lit it and took a deep drag. His softened cock laid still against the denim of his jeans as he tilted his head back with a content sigh.

It was half past two when you heard keys jingling outside of your quiet apartment. You had passed out on the couch sometime after your call with Javi and you didn’t actively expect him to follow through with coming to see you. Your orgasm, that induced, sent you straight off into a deep slumber.

You thought you were dreaming when you heard your boyfriend whisper your name through the quiet darkness. “Cariño?..you sleeping baby?” He whispered as he sank down onto the couch alongside you, placing his badge, cigarettes and gun alongside the coffee table.

“Jav?..” you mumbled as you slowly sat up, and took in his appearance. His hair was disheveled and sweaty and his shirt was untucked from his jeans.

“Hi baby, my sweet girl. That post orgasm sleep probably felt amazing hmmm?” He gently grasped your bare thigh giving it a light squeeze.

“Mhm..what are you doing here Javi?”

“Had to come over and see if you were all talk about what you wanted me to do to you baby.” He chuckled, watching your expression change in the dark as your lips parted open.

“Oh..well I didn’t think you were umm..actually gonna show up..” you reached over for his pack of smokes on the table as you slipped one out and placed it between your lips while Javi grabbed his lighter and lit it for you, watching as you took a deep inhale.

“You know those things are bad for you, baby. Can’t say you don’t look sexy smoking one of my cigarettes cariño.” He purred.

“It’s your fault Javi..always smoking these around me..look what you’ve turned me into.” You shot him a playful wink before you were quietly getting up from the couch, revealing that you were completely bare underneath the thin quilt.

Javi’s eyes immediately followed your naked silhouette into the kitchen as you leaned back against the counter, crossing your ankles over one another. “Jesus fuck baby. You gotta warn a man the next time you wanna stride around in the nude like that. Fucking killing me right now.” He was already up and following you into the kitchen, stepping between your thighs as he leaned down, plucking the cigarette between your lips to have a quick drag before he blew the smoke off to the side, gently placing the cigarette back between your lips.

“What happened to all that confidence you were exuding through the phone cariño? Cat got your tongue or something?” He mused with a teasing tone as he brought his hands around either side of the counter, leaning in close enough that you could smell his intoxicating cologne.

You were grasping his growing bulge between his tight jeans, eliciting a surprised gasp to slip past his lips. “Just wanted to have a quick smoke before we got started, baby. I meant every last word I said..” you took one last drag from the cigarette before reaching behind you and put it out in the ashtray on your counter.

Once your lips were free, Javi was immediately kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth without warning as he grasped your waist in his warm hands, pulling you flush against his chest. Your teeth clashed together as you wasted no time to pop the button off his jeans and drag the zipper down.

“Turn around for me, cariño. Bend over the counter and spread those legs for me baby.” He mumbled against your lips, breaking the kiss away as you turned around so you were facing the counter, bending over with your thighs spread.

“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl.” He hummed as he sank down to his knees underneath you, wasting no time to drag his fingers through your slick folds, spreading them apart before his tongue was on you, getting a proper taste finally as you lurched forward.

“Oh—fuck.” You gasped, leaning forward on your elbows as Javi lapped at your pussy, like a man starved. You let out a mewl when he slipped two fingers in your wet cunt, curling them inwards.

“Mmm..absolutely still soaking for me baby. I knew you would be. Had to have a proper taste of this sweet little pussy..she’s all mine..” he hummed against your clit, sending vibrations up your spine.

“J—Javi, baby. If you keep this up I’m not going to be able to—fuck. I’m not going to be able to cum on your cock.” You moaned out, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers.

Javi let out a low chuckle as he slipped his fingers out, seeing how wet they were with your arousal, before he pressed a chaste kiss to your clit before he stood back up.

His chest was firmly pressed against your back as he leaned over you, brushing his fingers coated in your slick against your lips. “Taste yourself for me baby. You taste so fucking sweet.” He whispered as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, licking them clean.

He wasted no time to pull his shirt over his head before he dropped his jeans to his ankles, kicking them off to the side as he nudged his tip through your slick folds, pressing in slightly.

You arched your back into him when you felt his tip teasing your folds and you reached around, grabbing the back of his thigh and pulled him in closer. “Please Javi.” You begged.

“Shh. Patience, my sweet girl. You’ll get my cock in a moment. I’ll fill you up just like I promised, okay?” He pressed himself further, letting just his tip sink into your warmth before he slowly sank himself deeper till he was buried at the hilt.

You let out a delicious sound between a moan, and cry as he finally filled you up to the brim. Your thighs were already trembling and he hadn’t even began to fuck you yet. Javi was by far the best cock you had ever had in your life. He stretched your pussy in ways that no man could ever dream of doing. “Move, please baby. I can’t fucking take it. Please fuck me, Peña” you said between gritted teeth.

“Since you asked me so nicely cariño” he snapped his hips forward into you, hearing the sweet sound of your skin slapping together. He did this a few more times before his hand was reaching around, grasping your throat and pulling you flush against his chest. He turned your head just enough that he could capture your lips in a heated, tongue and teeth clashing filled kiss as he fucked into you.

You could barely focus on kissing him as he fucked into you. You could feel him everywhere at this deep angle and the way his teeth nipped at your lower lip had your mind reeling. “Oh—oh fuck yes! Yes baby! Right there!” You let out a loud moan as his lips broke away from the kiss and pressed your body back down against the counter. Your cheek was pressed firmly against the cool countertop as he rammed into you. Your hips were painfully pushed into the counter, but it was a delicious sensation that you never wanted it to end.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, taking my cock so fucking well, cariño. Your pretty little pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight. Can stay buried in you like this all fucking night long.” He groaned as he let his hand slide down between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the counter.

It wasn’t long before you could feel his thrusts begin to get sloppy but he refused to slip out till you were cumming around him. He slipped his fingers between your legs and vigorously rubbed your clit between his fingers. He felt your thighs tremble and shake as you collapsed forward, screaming out his name mixed with a slew of curses. “That’s it baby. That’s it my pretty girl. Look at your pretty little pussy coating my cock. You did so well for me cariño..” he continued to praise you as he leaned down and pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades before he slowly slipped out.

You could feel your cum dripping between your thighs as you shakily sank to your knees in front of him. Your mind was hazy from the orgasm you just experienced, but you wanted to make sure that he got to cum to after how well he had taken care of you. “I’m ready for you baby. I’m ready to be your good little cockslut.”

Javi nearly collapsed from how pretty you looked, sitting on your knees for him. Looking up with those eyes, your pretty little lips parted and waiting for his cock. “Jesus fucking Christ, cariño. You’re gonna send me to an early grave looking so pretty on your knees like that.” He leaned down, giving you a quick kiss as he brushed his thumb against your lower lip, tugging it out gently. “You ready for my cock baby?”

You eagerly nodded, already salivating at the sight of him. You never used to enjoy a dick in your face like this with other guys, but with Javi? You absolutely loved it. “Always am ready for your cock, Jav.”

“Mmm. I love hearing you say that baby. So filthy for me.” He hummed as he dragged his tip across your pretty lips, watching with blown pupils as your wrapped your lips around him, dragging your tongue across the head.

You were already grasping the back of his thighs as you pulled him in close, opening your mouth more as he slowly sank into you. You could feel him hitting the back of your throat as you sucked him off. You knew how much he loved it when you would lightly scrape your teeth around him, so you did just that.

He grasped a fistful of your hair in his hand as he began to rock his hips into your face. Hearing the way you gagged around him had his eyes rolling back into his skull. “Oh—oh fuck. That’s it baby. Fuck. You—you always know how to take me so well. I’m so lucky to have you, my sweet girl. My sweet, little eager cockslut. You’re so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat. So fucking pretty for me.”

You hummed around him, quickly working him up to his own orgasm and when he was close to his own release, he quickly slipped out, giving himself a few quick tugs before his hot cum spurted into your awaiting, open mouth. Some of it ended up along your lips, and down your chin, as you dragged your finger through the sticky residue, gathering it all up before you slipped your finger into your mouth and licked it clean.

Your boyfriend gently helped you up from your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist before he was carrying you to the bathroom. You showered together and he may or may not have used the detachable shower head against your pussy to coax just a few more orgasms out of you, because he simply just loved to hear your pretty little moans.

By the time it was 4a.m, you and Javi were half asleep in your bed while he finished off another cigarette. Your head was comfortably resting against his bare chest while his arm was wrapped around your middle, holding you close.

“Cariño?” He whispered.

“Mmm. Yes baby?”

“We should do that phone sex thing every week. Loved every second of it.”

“Yeah? Me too..it was super fucking hot. We can make it our thing.”

“I’d love to.”

“Next time, I want you begging me to let you cum.” You said with a soft giggle as he scoffed in response.

“Mhm..we’ll see about that querida.” He grumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, causing all the warm fuzzy feelings to erupt in your tummy.

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Scream For Us

Scream AU! Carlos Oliveira x Reader x Leon Kennedy

Warnings: nsfw, slasher kink, slight dub con, threesome

Do you like scary movies?

A/N: I know i missed halloween, don’t say anything about it

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Nestled cozily upon the plush cushions of your couch, you find yourself surrendering to the allure of a horror movie.

Just as the tension in the movie reaches its peak, the shrill of a telephone breaks your immersion. Your gaze snapped away from the screen and across the room to where the phone sits, “Who the hell calls someone this late?” You grumbled inwardly.

At first, you ignored the ringing until it ceased. You were about to turn back to the movie when it persistently rang again. With great annoyance, you threw the remote control onto the coffee table and stormed over to the phone.

Plucking the handset off its cradle, you placed the device to your ear, “Hello?” You sighed into the receiver.

“Hello.” A gravely, oddly seductive voice replied on the other end. Then you were met with silence.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Who is this?” The man interrogated eerily.

“Who are you trying to reach?” You retort.

“I don't know.” He eerily replied with a hint of sarcasm.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I think you have the wrong number.”

“Do I?” The voice had a mischievous edge to it, making you almost smirk. Instead of responding, however, you quickly hung up the phone.

Returning to your seat next to the television, you resumed the movie, not even bothering to rewind. But despite your attempts to ignore it, the ringing of the phone persisted yet again.

After several minutes of trying, and failing miserably, to ignore the sound, you forced yourself to get up out of your seat again and retrieve it. “Hello?” You sighed.

The voice from earlier spoke, “I’m sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.” You could imagine the cocksure grin on his face.

“So why did you dial it again?” You asked, clearly not amused.

“To apologize.” He replied simply.

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, “Apology accepted. Bye.” As you were about to hang up abruptly, he griped in protest. “Wait, don’t hang up.”

“Why?” You raised an annoyed brow.

“Cuz I wanna talk for a sec.” He said with a hint of playfulness.

“Well, I don’t. Goodbye.” You raise your voice before abruptly hanging up the phone yet again. When the man called a third time, though, you decided enough was enough.

“What do you want?!” You snapped into the receiver.

After an awkward beat passed between the two of you, he answered, “Listen, I was just curious about you.” He spoke casually. “Why would you hang up on me so easily? We haven't even gotten to know each other,” The man was starting to get cocky.

You pinched the bridge of your nose with a groan, “Who are you?”

“You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.” The man continued, unperturbed by the clear irritation in your voice.

“You first.” You couldn’t help but smirk, twirling the telephone’s cord around your finger. There was a pause that seemed to stretch on longer and longer the more you waited.

The movie you were watching was still playing in the background, the only thing breaking the uncomfortable silence. “What’s that noise? You watching something?” His voice chimed in again. This time, though, his voice was laced with curiosity rather than jovial teasing.

You let out another exasperated groan into the phone and turned your attention back to the television. “Just some scary movie,” You mumbled, resting your chin in your palm.

The man chuckles, “Do you like scary movies?” His voice seemed to carry intrigue with it.

You let out a small laugh as well, “Maybe. I haven’t watched many of them recently. They make me kind of nervous, though.” You admitted, playing along with his banter.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” He inquired.

“They scare me,” You admitted bluntly. “Sometimes I’ll even get nightmares.”

There was a low hum of amusement from the other side of the line, then another moment of silence. “So, you got a boyfriend?” The man finally spoke again, causing you to choke on your breath. “Or a girlfriend, maybe?” He added, his tone suggesting a flirtatious quality.

Despite being flustered by the question, you managed to give him a sharp reply nonetheless. “Why? You interested?” You mused.

“Maybe.” Again, there was a brief pause, followed by a quiet laugh, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You chuckled softly as well, “No...” Your lips creased to form a small smile as you continued to coil the telephone cord around your fingers.

“You never told me your name.” He prodded.

“Why do you want to know?” You teased, smirking and leaning back against the sofa.

Once again there's a short pause, followed by his dark chuckle. “Because we want to know who we’re looking at.” His tone sounded much more sinister. Your eyes were instantly blown out wide. You swore for a moment your heart stopped. The air was sucked out of your lungs and you felt an icy chill run down your spine.

“E-excuse me?” You stuttered, unsure if you heard right. But you knew you heard right when he responded, his husky whisper filling your ears and making every nerve in your body tingle, “I said I want to know who I’m talking to.” He lied.

“That's not what you said.” You quickly stood up from the couch and walked towards the nearest window. Were you crazy? Was this a prank, and he was just some weirdo stalker? What the fuck was going on?

“This isn’t funny.” You pressed yourself against the glass as hard as you could, peering outside of the home in hopes of catching sight of someone standing beneath the street light, or maybe the yard. But there was nothing. Just darkness and the sound of wind whistling through the cracks of your window.

“Looking for someone?” He teased over the phone. His voice sounded deeper, it felt like his breath was close to your ear in real life. You knew there must’ve been a wide, devilish grin plastered on his face right then.

Your mind was racing as the paranoia set in; your chest rising and falling rapidly as your hands shook. You held your breath as you quickly hung up the phone, dropping the device onto the ground. Dashing into the kitchen, you grabbed a knife from the block and made sure to tread carefully around the house. Your stomach tied itself into knots as you hovered near the other windows in the house,

It felt like the temperature was rising, but all the air was being sucked out simultaneously. Your heartbeat rang through your ears, drowning out every other sound. You were practically walking in circles with your back facing the wall, observing every doorway in case a possible intruder would reveal themselves.

You began to back yourself up near the foyer leading to the front door. Inch by inch, you crept backward when suddenly your back met a firm, warm surface. “You’re looking in the wrong spot, sweetheart.” It was the voice from the phone. You felt someone’s breath tickle the back of your neck, causing your hair to stand.

Gasping, you quickly spun around to face him, eyes widening as you took his appearance in. He was tall, dressed from head to toe in a black cloak, and wore a white ghostly mask just like Ghostface.

“You should put that knife down before you hurt yourself.” He laughed, stepping towards you. His movement prompted you to take a step back, stumbling slightly as you did so.

“W-what the—How did you–” You stammered, cutting yourself off as you continued to back away. Suddenly you felt your back hit another surface.

Behind you was another man, around the same height and dressed as Ghostface too. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, smugness evident in his voice. He sounded just like the other one.

You were too freaked out to question anything. Instead, you raised your knife as a threat. It would prove useless though, as you were quickly disarmed when both men came closer and grabbed you.

The man behind you grabbed your knife and held the blade against your throat, keeping your back pressed against his chest. “Whatever it is you want from me, I’ll give it to you,” You muttered in defeat, looking down at the floor. “You can take my money. Take anything you want.”

“How generous.” The frontman remarked, making a gesture for the man behind you to remove the knife from your neck, “As tempting as that sounds,” he brought his face closer to yours. “That’s not what we had in mind.”

There was a short pause. “What’s your name?” He asked, tilting his head.

You hesitated a bit before answering, “(Name). My name is (Name).” You replied shakily, turning your face to the side so that you didn’t have to look at his mask.

The man behind you let out a deep chuckle and grabbed your face with one of his hands, “It’s rude not to look someone in the eyes when they’re talking to you.” He uttered.

Your heat felt like it was pounding through your chest. Maybe it was just the adrenaline coursing through you, or the fear, or the anxiousness.

Your breathing was heavier and shakier, and your body slightly trembled. Their hard bodies pressed against you. It wasn’t long before you could feel your body heating up and your palms get sweatier. Something about this situation was oddly arousing.

You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper of embarrassment, which was cut short when a finger slid under your chin and pulled your head upwards forcefully. Your eyes widened and your breaths hitched when your face was directly inches away from the frontman.

“I can see that you're scared.” He chuckled, reaching up to take off his mask. “Relax, we're not gonna hurt you.” As the mask was lifted off his face, your eyes widened slightly in shock. He had a beard and dark curly hair that hung over his eyes a bit. Despite how strong his features were, his eyes were surprisingly warm and soft. And the expression he wore caused your insides to twist into knots.

“Name’s Carlos.” He smiled, fingers caressing the side of your jaw with such gentleness, that you barely noticed it. A shiver ran down your spine, you couldn't help but blush.

The man behind you grunted, pressing himself into you. “Leon.” He rasped, taking his mask off as well. You glanced behind yourself to look at him. Compared to Carlos, Leon’s features were a lot sharper. He had blue eyes, blonde hair, and a smooth face.

Both men were equally handsome, causing you to willingly lower your guard. Something about this predicament was exhilarating to you.

Your thoughts started to warp from nervousness to a mix of fear and excitement.

But the thought was fleeting once Carlos’s voice chimed in, “Look at that.” He remarked with evident amusement, “Someone’s turned on by this.” He teased.

You felt your face grow hotter, gnawing on the inside of your lip as you soaked everything in. Your mind was screaming at you to quit having these thoughts, but your body wanted it. Your thighs pressed together to alleviate some of the tension growing between your legs.

Carlos noticed this, smirking a bit as he glanced at Leon for a moment. “You thinking what I’m thinking, Leon?” Carlos mumbled.

The two men were still smirking with amusement as they eyed you like prey. Each licking their lips, and eyes darkening with lust.

You gulped nervously, “I, uh…” Your mouth felt dry like sandpaper. No words would leave your lips, nor would any pop into your mind. You felt like you were stuck in a trance, completely incapable of doing anything.

“Spit it out,” Leon demanded calmly. “You seem to have something on your mind. Gonna beg us for mercy?” He smirked.

Before you could see it coming, both men pressed against you at once, trapping you between their bodies.

“Tell me, what would you be willing to do for us?” Carlos looked deep into your eyes as he whispered the question. Leon’s lips ghosted over the juncture between your neck and shoulders, while Carlos’s hands held your hips firmly as he loomed over you.

“Anything.” You answered, almost moaning, unable to form any kind of coherent sentence. “You can have my body. In exchange, you don’t kill me.”

Both men smirked down at you as you looked back and forth between them. “Hmm,” Carlos hummed, leaning forward slightly to press his lips softly against your ear. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. What about you, Leon?”

Both men pressed into you simultaneously, allowing you to feel their already hardening cocks. “I have no objections,” Leon replied.

One of Carlos’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you securely against himself, while Leon leaned in further, pressing his lips into your neck. The heat was getting more unbearable now, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

They both pressed kisses against your neck, soft and light on your skin while they caressed your body. It was as though they were enjoying this way too much. They moved their lips slowly along your neck until they reached your collarbone.

Your body tensed when Carlos pressed against your chest, causing your nipples to perk up from the friction. That's when one of Carlos’s hands cupped your face as he detached his mouth from your collarbone and brought your lips to his.

Moaning into his mouth, you were too distracted to notice how they each moved a hand toward your thighs. Before you knew it, they were roughly gripping onto your thighs and grinding themselves against you.

Carlos grunted into your mouth, slipping his tongue past your lips, while Leon groaned into the back of your neck.

This all seemed to happen in a matter of seconds, but it also felt like it lasted an eternity. The feeling of their combined weight was intense as well. You could barely focus on anything else other than the sensations being thrust against you.

After several moments passed, Carlos broke the kiss. “You want this?” He whispered, breathing heavily while tracing circles over your hips with his thumbs.

“Yes,” You breathed out quietly.

Once you said that, Leon grabbed your hips and continued grinding against your backside, holding your body firmly against his. Meanwhile, Carlos slides a warm hand up your shirt, cupping and squeezing your chest

His thumb trailed lightly over one of your nipples while his other hand dipped beneath the waistband of your pants. You bit your lip harder trying to suppress a moan as his fingers brushed against your sex causing you to shudder.

Your knees wobbled, knocking against Carlos’e legs as you struggled to control yourself. You quickly moaned out, “Please,” sounding weak and desperate, causing Carlos to grin in response.

Carlos’s fingers continued to rub you until his fingers were soaked with your juices; after which he removed his hand, and you whined.

“You’re wetter than I imagined,” Carlos commented huskily. “Want me to take care of that?” His eyes met yours, boring into the depths of your soul. you were already long gone, lost to the pleasure.

You quickly nodded your head, “Please don’t stop.” You begged, grinding your hips into his to persuade him. The effort was meaningless though as he would shove his hand back into your underwear, this time teasing your wet hole.

You gasped loudly as he began to pump his fingers inside of you, making your head spin and stomach churn. You were panting heavily, your legs trembling, holding onto Carlos’s shoulders for support.

Fuck!” You choked out, burying your face in Carlos’s chest as you tried to control your arousal. You could feel your eyes starting to roll to the back of your head as you closed your eyes tight.

When Leon bit down on your shoulder, you let out a loud cry, arching up into him. He wrapped his arms around your front, almost pulling you back onto him so that he could grind deeper against you.

“That’s it.” Leon cooed, his hand grabbing your ass. “Keep moaning, sweetheart.” A moan tumbled out of you, followed by another.

They both grinned as they watched you fall apart in their arms. Carlos thrust his fingers deep inside of you, causing you to scream out in pleasure. “That’s it. Just like that.” Leon encouraged you. “More.”

Your entire body shook violently as Carlos pumped his fingers into you faster, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched your body go through its euphoric state. “Mh…More..” You huffed, your head falling back against Leon’s chest.

“You want more?” Carlos raises a brow teasingly before slowing down his movements and then removing his hand altogether. Your gasp was followed by a disappointed sound as Carlos’s body pulled away.

He seemed to wink at you as he stepped back, allowing Leon to fully spin you around to face him. Without warning, he lifted you and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped in surprise, grasping his arm as he carried you across the room.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your voice shook from the initial shock.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Leon uttered as he continued to carry you. Soon you were deposited onto the sofa, lying on your back while Leon stood beside the couch beside your head and Carlos kneeled between your legs.

Leon’s hands found the hem of your shirt, ripping it upward until your chest was exposed to the cool night air. Carlos teased your nipples with his fingers, causing your breath to hitch as you squirmed in his grasp.

While playing with your nipples, his tongue darted out to swirl around one. You whimpered when the sensation of Carlos’ teeth dragging over your skin as he sucked your nipples harshly.

Carlos released one nipple, only to suck on the other while looking at you. Your eyes fluttered closed when he licked down your chest, sucking gently on a spot that made your entire body shiver.

Carlos leaned closer to nibble on your chest, his fingers circling your nipples tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh before as his lips traveled down your body.

“Oh god,” You moaned, your hands clutching onto the sofa cushions.

After licking up down to your navel, he glanced up at you and then stopped. “How long can you hold your breath for?” Carlos asked suddenly.

Suddenly, there was an abrupt change in the atmosphere. You were briefly stunned by the random question, “Huh? I don’t know.” You blinked, staring up at Carlos who still sat between your legs. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious is all,” Carlos replied nonchalantly before resuming his teasing of your body.

Before you could even blink, you felt Leon grab your arms and pull you toward the end of the couch. Your head hung upside down off the edge, completely helpless to whatever he was going to do to you.

You were met with Leon’s cock and balls in your face. “Open your mouth,” Leon demanded, his voice low and rough.

It wasn’t necessary. As long as you had a chance to breathe, you weren’t gonna turn down this opportunity. Opening your mouth wide, you obediently accepted him into your mouth.

He was slow and gentle as he thrust into your mouth. You tried to suck him down as best as you could, but soon enough, he started fucking your mouth harder, pushing his shaft deep inside and hitting the back of your throat as he did. Both of his hands wrapped around your neck, keeping you steady in the process.

Leon let out a low, satisfied groan each time he thrust into your mouth, to which you would gag with discomfort. Soon blood started to rush to your head and it became harder to breathe through your nose. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, gurgling against Leon’s cock.

Your hands were now desperately clawing into the sofa cushion underneath you as Leon continued to fuck your face. When your throat abruptly closed around his cock, he hissed out. “Fucking Christ.”

His grip on your neck tightened causing you to let out a strangled groan against him, which prompted Leon to slam his thick cock deeply into your mouth again.

“Take it.” Leon continued letting low growls of pleasure escape his lips and he continued to pound hard into you. He was enjoying himself more now. Each stroke of his cock against your mouth was accompanied by some sort of grunt or groan that made your core tingle.

Too distracted by Leon, you failed to notice Carlos’s breath fanning against your inner thighs. Your underwear had been carefully peeled off, and it seemed like Carlos was planning to take you with his mouth.

First, you felt his lips graze your sex, making you squirm and gasp against Leon’s cock. He took you in his mouth, circling his tongue around you and sucking harshly. He continued moving his tongue across your opening, taking you in as far as possible without actually swallowing you whole.

Your moan sent vibrations down Leon’s cock, causing him to twitch in your mouth. “Fuck, keep it up, Carlos.” He grunted, prompting Carlos to continue hungrily tongue-fuck your hole. You were struggling to remain still, legs quivering and hips bucking against his tongue, trying desperately to stay conscious and not pass out from lack of oxygen.

You raised your arms to tap on the back of Leon’s thigh, signaling to him that you needed to breathe. Instead, he pushed deeper, stopped moving, and held himself inside your mouth. You instinctively gagged and squirmed against the restriction of Leon’s weight and the fact that you couldn’t draw a full breath.

“Shit.” Leon moaned at the feeling of your throat closing around him.

Carlos only chuckled against your sex, plunging a couple of fingers inside you to accompany his skilled tongue. He thrust them deep inside you before curling his fingers against that spot that made your back arch. You clenched around his fingers and tongue as your eyes rolled back into your skull.

“Oh, they liked that.” Carlos chuckled against you, removing his tongue but keeping his fingers still inside. He pumped deeper and harder, kissing your inner thighs.

You swallowed around Leon’s cock again, urging him to let you breathe. Slowly, he withdrew his glistening cock, allowing your saliva to drip onto your upper lip and eyes. You gasped for air, shuddering and moaning heavily while Carlos continued to give you head. You felt your hips bucking against Carlos’ hand, begging for more stimulation.

He grunted against you, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling you flush against his mouth. You squirmed against him, feeling the tip of his tongue press against your slit as he thrust harder against it.

“Shit, don’t make them cum yet,” Leon grunted as he stroked his cock in front of your face. Another breath later, he positioned his cock at your lips yet again. This time he allowed you to control the pace.

You stuck out your tongue and swirled it around the head of his cock. A warm sensation slowly spread throughout your whole body as Leon let out a moan, throwing his head back slightly. “Oh fuck,”

Leon kept his hips motionless, waiting patiently for you to suck him off so he could feel how much you wanted him. The longer you went without actually taking him in your mouth though, the more frustrated he got. But he said nothing else before pushing himself forward with his hips.

He opened his legs wider, thrusting deep into your throat to the point it bulged with each stroke. Leon began to rock his hips back and forth, grunting lowly. “Yeah, c’mere.” He grabbed the sides of your neck and forced you to swallow his length fully.

You instantly felt it slide down your throat, sending shocks of electricity down your spine as your jaw locked tightly around the base of his cock.

Carlos’s mouth and hands pulled away from you, only to be replaced by the head of his large cock sliding against your entrance. The precum that was beading at the tip mixed with your fluids, lubricating his shaft so that he could easily slide into you.

Carlos groaned as thick cock slid into your hole, planting both hands on your hips. “Fuck, you feel good.” He purred, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder so that he could fuck you nice and deep while stimulating your sex with his hand.

Your body arched back against the couch, your eyes rolling back into your skull, and tears streaming down your cheeks. It was such an intense sensation. Every stroke caused you to writhe beneath Leon’s weight, making it even worse as each one sent shocks of ecstasy through your body.

Both men groaned lewdly when you clenched around them from both ends. Carlos’s movements were deliberate and controlled, whereas Leon’s movements were sloppy and erratic.

“C’mon, swallow me whole,” Leon grunted deeply, slowing down his thrusts just to make you deepthroat his cock. You obeyed him immediately and gulped his entire dick down your throat.

Leon grunted, lolling his head forward. “Fuck,” He bit his lip, slamming his hips harder against yours, griping your throat loosely. His eyes closed, mouth open slightly as the pleasure from his cock shot up through his entire body.

He grunted loudly as you swallowed him fully. “Goddamn, I’m close,” He cursed, tightening his hold around you while he thrust deeper. He began to quicken his pace, filling you up until there was almost no room left for anything else.

Leon’s face was flushed red with exertion as his movements grew quick and sloppy. His cock throbbed violently in your mouth, signaling how close he was. Just as he was about to lose it, he pulled his cock from your throat quickly, stroking his cock furiously.

With a deep growl, Leon shot his load all over your face, pumping himself through his orgasm. It was a harsh release that forced you to gasp and sputter with every pump. Some of his releases landed in your mouth, lips, and even your chest. You did your best to swallow everything down. The sight of the white liquid dripping from his dick was utterly sexy to watch

As Leon came down from his high, he released you from his tight grip and took a step back from you.

You took the opportunity to catch your breath, letting out a soft moan in the process when Carlos suddenly thrust deep and hard into your hole.

“My turn,” Carlos grinned as he firmly held your thighs, dragging your body towards so that your head could settle fully on top of the couch cushion. This swift action allowed the tip of his cock to graze the spot inside you that made you see stars.

Your eyes shot open, head lifting to look Carlos in the eyes while he fucked you. As he pounded into you relentlessly and your hole contracted violently around his shaft every time he slammed into you.

“F-fuck…” You threw your head back, gripping the edge of the couch to ground yourself while the pressure built within you with every hit, your sex throbbing uncontrollably underneath Carlos. In your dazed state, all you knew was that you needed this.

“C’mon, baby,” He growled as he pounded into your tight hole, causing you to jerk your hips upwards. “Tell me what you want.” He continued to slam into your entrance relentlessly, rubbing your sex passionately as if he knew how to make you cum hard. You could feel yourself clench around his cock, causing him to groan in pleasure.

““Deeper…” You begged, arching your back further so that your insides could rub against his dick. He smirked devilishly as he pressed down on your hips to increase the friction between your bodies.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, tasting remnants of Leon on your tongue. Your legs wrapped around Carlos’s waist while his free arm snaked around your back, supporting most of your weight as he thrust deep into you.

You gripped onto the cushions above you and dug your nails into the fabric, clenching your teeth tightly together to muffle any sounds of pleasure.

“Oh no you don’t,” Carlos growled, “Let me hear you scream.” He demanded, digging the tip of his thumb against the spot that drove you crazy with pleasure. He pressed hard against the spot that caused you to tighten around him.

“I wanna cum, Carlos! Please!” You held onto him for dear life, moaning loudly. His fingers tightened around your hips and he grunted deep against your mouth. The two of you rocked together, grunting and growling into each other's mouths as sweat dripped down your foreheads.

“Please...I need this….I need y--oh fuck!” You cried out as a wave of bliss hit you like a train. Tears spilled from your eyes. It had been far too long since you felt like this. Too long since you felt this full.

A loud groan erupted from Carlos’s lips, “Fuck yeah, cum on my cock.” You could feel yourself being lifted from the couch cushion slightly to allow Carlos better access to your hole.

It wasn’t possible to describe how good it felt to completely come. Everything felt lightheaded as if you were floating high up in the sky. You were dizzy and lightheaded as you tried to take in as many air molecules as possible.

As he pushed deeper into you, you shuddered under him, letting out another cry. It felt so good having him so deep inside of you. It felt so good to have him touch you so intimately. The feeling was overwhelming. You wanted more. You needed more.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him. “God damn,” Carlos gritted his teeth, holding you so tightly that his muscles tensed. “You feel fucking fantastic, baby.” He moaned as he began to thrust harder than before.

One moment, you were gasping and panting heavily for air. The next thing you knew, you were moaning into Carlos’s mouth.

Carlos grunted loudly once again, his grip loosening around you but still keeping you trapped in his embrace. “Fuck, oh fuck.” His voice shook into your ear. He felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to twitch uncontrollably.

The feeling of him pulsing against your inner walls was so good that it sent tremors shooting through your entire body. Carlos grunted loudly, pushing himself as deep as his dick would go, grinding his pelvis against your sex in circular motions.

You squirmed beneath his weight, grabbing onto the sides of his biceps. “Don’t stop..” You panted, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “Cum…inside me.” You begged.

Carlos laughed loudly as he continued pounding into you, plunging deeper and deeper. “Hell yeah, I am.” He growled, “Gonna fuckin’ explode.” His breathing became ragged as his climax threatened to overtake him.

You gripped him desperately as your body trembled uncontrollably. “Please, I need you to fill me up.” You whimpered. Carlos smirked. “Oh, I am going to fill you up, baby. Don’t you worry.”

His thick erection was so engorged that it was leaking precum inside you. “Please,” You begged, squeezing his forearm gently as you felt his dick twitch rapidly within you. “Please..” Your voice broke at the thought of not being filled soon.

You bucked your hips against Carlos’s, desperate to relieve the unbearable feeling building within your core and sending sparks of ecstasy throughout your entire being. “Alright, alright, alright,” Carlos gasped, moving one hand up to grasp at your lower back.

Soon he reached his tipping point, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. He pumped his hips wildly, making you grind up against his dick in slow motion. His eyes screwed shut as he released into you, shuddering after he emptied himself.

After the intense orgasm subsided, he slowly moved off of you, standing up from the couch. Leon joined him and stood as well. “Why’d you get to cum inside?” He grumbled as he slid his pants back on.

“They wanted it,” Carlos shrugged, giving you a side glance. “If you’re so upset about it, you can cum in them next time.” He uttered.

You perked up at his comment, sitting up on the couch as both men got dressed. “W-what do you mean next time?” You questioned.

Carlos smirked as he slid his boxers on, “You thought this was a one-time thing?" Carlos chuckled, “We’ll be back, sweetheart. That I can guarantee.” He winked, kneeling beside the couch so that you two were face to face.

He grabbed your face, pulling you closer. “So don’t be alarmed if you wake up with my cock down your throat.” He teased, pecking your lips once before pulling away from you.

Leon approached you from behind, clasping a large hand over your mouth. Before you could try to fight back or scream, you were knocked unconscious.

In your final moments of consciousness, you heard the men eerily chuckle, “See you soon, (Name),” and then you succumbed to darkness.

#x reader #fanfic #smut #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos x reader #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x you #re3 carlos #resident evil x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil leon #re4 leon #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader

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rosecoloreddesire · 7 months

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Not A Lie ~ Elvis Presley

Summary: You could never imagine THE Elvis Presley to show up in your little diner. How can you tell your parents that…he’s your fiancé??

Note: IM BACK! I’m going to be graduating in February so I’m hoping I can get some writing out! I’m so sorry if this is a bad come back? I haven’t proofread yet! But I think it’s good 💙 missed you all so much!

Warnings: FLUFF!

“Y/N, you gotta stop lyin’! You know how much your daddy loves Elvis!” You huff out as you chase your mom around the kitchen island.

“Mama! Just listen to me! I’m being honest! I am enga-“ she put a finger to your lips as you both hear the front door unlock, opening to your daddy whistling a soft tune of Blue Suede Shoes.

“Not a word in front of him, got it?” You sigh loudly not wanting her to put you down.

“But mama! He’s comin’ ton-“ she cuts you off with an ice cold glare. You finally let it go, walking past your father to your room.

“God damn it all! Why won’t anyone ever listen to me?” The small phone in your room begins to ring, picking it up you sit on your bed. A certain southern drawl cheers you up.

“Hey there, lil’ lady. How’s my girl doin’? I’ll be there soon I promise. My parents are wantin’ us to get together and do some photos here at Graceland for the family album.” He chuckles while you heard his grandma in the back.

“Hi grandma! Um, pictures? Like engagement pictures?” You nervously hum, twirling the phone cord around your finger.

“Well, I did get you that pretty rock on your finger. And I think that means your stuck with lil’ old me, baby.” Your cheeks flush as he lowly whispers.

“I’ll see you soon. Lest your flirtin’ make my face flush!” His giggles are cut off as you hang up. Your face aglow. Your phone rings once again.

“Elvis Presley- if you don’t stop-“

“Elvis Presley?! I knew it!” Your best friend Amelia was on the other line….her screams of joy influence you to push the phone as far away from you as possible. You wince as she continues.

“Amelia Jones! You needa keep it down! What’ll you do if your mama says she won’t be gettin’ you into my mama’s salon this Thursday!” The other line dies down.

“You know your mamas the only one you can actually do my hair and make it look good!” You chuckle as she tries to explain herself.

“Yes! That’s why when I tell you the boy I’ve been datin’ all year and last year is Mr. Elvis Presley.” You state confidently as she squees softly.

“That’s why you wasn’t impressed when we saw him for the first time! You were kissin’ him!!!” Her giggles and squeals made you roll your eyes. Amelia was always into the whole romance and love at first sight tropes in the movies.

“Y/N! Get down here! Your mother and I need to have a talk with you!” You grumble and hope your mom hadn’t told your father about the whole engagement.

“Gotta go, Ames! Bye!” You hung up, smooth your skirt and make your way down the stairs.

“You know the policy we have on lyin’, young lady.” Your daddy was sitting on the couch with your mother.

“Daddy, I ain’t lyin’ to you! I really am-“ your mothers laugh breaks you off again.

“We are supposed to believe that Elvis Presley is coming tonight to meet us after askin for your hand?” She fans herself. Your mom usually was so supportive but you do have to hand it to her. This was kinda crazy.

“I ain’t! He’s really sweet! His mama and daddy are arranging a photo shoot for us to be in the Presley family album! I’m gonna be a Presley, daddy!”

“I wanna believe you but how did you even meet?”

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“And will that be all for you today?” The man in front of you was clearly flirting as you wrote off his receipt.

“Uh actually this is gonna sound weird but are you an angel?” You rolled your eyes, waving your hand.

“Hm, I’ve actually never heard of that one but I am very aware thank you. Bye!” You spun around on your heel and grabbed a new pad and paper. You fixed your hair in the reflection of napkin holder.

“You handled that well, Darlin’.” You jump a little. The voice was low and oddly familiar. You turned with a flush to your cheeks.

“ yeah well creeps like that don’t like the word no so-“ you paused as you finally saw the person speaking to you.

“It’s a shame cause he ain’t wrong. But he forgot to say you look like a goddess.”

“You’re-“ you stuttered holding your hand to your chest.

“Your future boyfriend I hope.” You must have looked like a tomato with how warm your cheeks were getting.

“Uh- are you serious? Is this a prank?.”

“Here’s my number. Use it wisely.” And with a wink he was gone as fast as he came.

——

“I’m supposed to believe he came to our family restaurant when your mama and I were gone?” You nod desperately. You take your mothers hand and show her your ring.

“Oh my god, Y/N. That’s a real ring! How did you-“ your doorbell is going off before you can explain.

“Do you want to get that, daddy?” You ask softly, praying to whatever god that Elvis was standing at the door. He huffs as he sits up, making his way to the door.

“Afternoon- OH MY GOD. You-“ Your father brings your fiancé into a bear hug. Your father squeezes the poor boy as you giggle. Your skin flushing at the display.

“It’s really Elvis! What in the hell?” Your mom grasps your hands tightly as the boy walks into the house, more like pulled. You giggle as he finally sees you, a bit frazzled. He detaches himself from your father as he makes his way to you. His lips soft against your cheek as your body warms.

“Uh, mom, dad, this is my fiancé.” You spout awkwardly as Elvis slips his arm around you. Your father gleams with excitement.

“I understand why you didn’t ask for my blessin’, son! You can marry my daughter!” You’ve never seen your father so ecstatic in your life. Except the one time he won a ticket to see Elvis. Or the one time he heard Heart Break Hotel on the radio in his car. Huh….you are sensing a running theme…

“I really do love your daughter. It’s jus’ been rough tryin’ to get a time together to meet y’all.” He smiles boyishly at your parents. Your mom still reeling in the fact that you were telling the truth.

“D-did ya enjoy our family diner?” Your mom stutters out. You stifle laugh placing your hand over your mouth. You look at Elvis awaiting his answer.

“Of course, ma’am! Great atmosphere, great food, and even greater waitresses.” He bumps you with his shoulder as you blush.

“Well, don’t be a stranger, Mister Presley! Come on, we were just gettin’ ready for our meal!” Your father pushes Elvis to a chair at the table. You shakily sit next to him as your nerves still haven’t fully settled.

“Why our daughter?” Your breath hitches as your mom starts to plate the food.

“Lord, where do I start? She looks as if she walked right out of a Hollywood movie. An absolute starlet.” Your skin flushes as his hand drifts to your thigh.

“I wish! We met up with some of his Hollywood buddies and they were super sweet! They think Elvis has a real shot of hittin’ it big!” You smile as he laughs. His gaze focuses on you the whole time. How could he have found the most amazing thing to have come out of him having to hide from fans in a local diner? His eyes never leave your lips as you continue to sing his praises.

“I really think it’s a great idea to see you two married! Can you believe it, honey? We’d be related to the Presley’s!” Your dad claps as he excitedly dug into his food. Your mother still seems a little hesitant.

“What’s gonna stop you from chasin’ other girls around town? My daughter hasn’t even dated before you!” Your eyes widen as you take a bite of your dinner. You hadn’t really had that conversation with Elvis yet…

“I’m your first boyfriend?” You wince at his surprised tone. You turned to face him.

“Uh, yeah. I, uh, never really thought about the whole dating thing. Until you kissed me at that charity concert…I-“ his lips are soft against your cheek. Your hand shaking in his hand.

“You don’t need to explain nothin’, darlin’. Thank you so much for the lovely dinner but I best be goin’ soon I only had a it of time to spare.” He began to get up as your father rose from his seat.

“How about you go with him, sweetheart? Your mom and I are gonna have a talk about all this.” You nod, hugging him quickly. You all but ran up the stairs to get away from the tension.

“How cute. Pink really fits you.” Elvis smirks as his fingers traced your bed sheets. You scoff as you pack a small bag.

“I haven’t gotten to change my sheets since I was like 10, E. Give me a break. Do you really want to do this?” Elvis’ hand caresses your face, pushing a few stray hairs out of your face.

“I want you. Every day. Afternoon. And night. You are all I think about.” His voice just a bit above a whisper. Your eyes were heavy as you stare at his lips.

“Can I be yours forever?” His lips were soft as he pulls you close. The kiss was delicate but passionate as he grips your hair slightly.

“If you’ll let me.”

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steventhusiast · 7 months

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STWG daily prompt 16/9/23

prompt: homesick

pairing/character(s): steddie

"Hey, Wayne."

Steve doesn't mean to eavesdrop on Eddie's phone call, but his voice down the hall sounds so wobbly that it tugs at Steve's heartstrings. He just wants to make sure he's okay.

A few weeks ago, they moved out of Hawkins together. Their apartment is small, and the location within the city isn't great, but it's theirs, and he loves it. That being said, it's strange and uncomfortable to be out of Hawkins, even for Steve. He doesn't miss his house, but it's strange to be somewhere else all of a sudden when you've been living in the same place all your life.

"No, I'm- I just miss you, 's all." He hears Eddie admit into the phone. He knows exactly how Eddie's standing, leaning against the wall with the phone cord being twirled between his fingers.

"What? No I don't regret it. It's just weird. I miss you and I miss the trailer... I know. The apartment's great, I- Yeah, yeah, whatever old man."

Whatever Wayne's saying, it's helping. Eddie's voice is slowly going from dangerously close to tears to happy and bright.

Steve pokes his head around the doorway of the living area, and sees Eddie standing exactly how he imagined. He catches his gaze for a second, and raises a questioning brow that says you okay? and Eddie gives him a smile that scrunches up his eyes that say I'm fine, you doof.

So Steve goes back to the living room, and tries not to eavesdrop anymore.

#steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #stwgdailyprompt #steve harrington #eddie munson #dailydrabble #mywriting

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darkbluekies · 1 year

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In the middle of the night

Yandere!doctor OC x reader Y/N

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night in panic and Dr Kry does everything he can to make it better. While getting you something to eat, he is confronted by a man who seems to have caught onto his obsession with you and has to be dealt with quickly.

Warnings: drugs, overdosing, killing, framing/faking someon's death, panic attack, obsession, yandere

Word count: 2.4k

There are a few times you call for Dr Kry during the night and tonight is one of those nights. You wake up, drenched in sweat and filled with anxiety in a panicked state. A tight pressure sets over your chest, making you even more frantic. You're lying in your bed with a thick pillow behind your back to keep your head high. That's how you always stay — day in and day out. You can't breathe if you lay flat on your back.

You reach for the phone hung up on the wall that is connected to Dr Kry’s cellphone. You hold the white, plastic phone to your ear while twirling the spiral cord around your finger.

“Y/N?” Dr Kry asks quickly when he picks up. “What’s wrong?”

“P-Please come”, you cry.

“I’ll be there in two minutes.”

And then he hangs up. You sink down on your bed with your hands over your chest, manually trying to help your body breathe again. Two minutes later, Dr Kry runs into the dark room, wearing light blue pajamas and silk robe in the same color. You’re in the hospital dress every patient gets. It’s the only type of clothing you’ve worn for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” Dr Kry asks and crouches down in front of you to be able to see the face of your hung head. “Look at me.”

And you meet his blue eyes.

“Please don’t cry”, he whispers and pats your tears dry with a soft napkin. “It hurts my heart so badly to see you cry."

“I-I can’t breathe”, you sob. “I want my family. I want my mom."

"They can't be here", Dr Kry says softly but can't help but feel a burning hatred for your family at this moment. "Only I am."

"I-I want my m-mom! I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Nonsense.”

Dr Kry stands up and starts to move towards the window. You hurry after him, refusing to spend even a second alone in this fragile state. You need someone by your side to reassure you that things will be okay. Dr Kry gasps as he feels your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He looks down at your hands that are clenched together in a stronghold. He can swear that he feels his heart burst at that very moment. You're so sweet, what would he do without you?

He turns around in the embrace and finds you looking up at him with the most precious teary doe eyes imaginable.

"Please don't leave me", you sob and lean your head against his chest.

He freezes, brain going empty. He gulps hard and looks around in disbelief. Is this really happening? Is he dreaming? Suddenly he doesn't feel like the muscular guy he actually is, he feels like he's that little boy he once was getting a hug from his first crush. Shaking arms come up to wrap around you. One hand meets the small of your back and the other on the back of your head, to secure your head in his chest. He thinks he'll die if you remove your head from his heart.

"I'd never dream of leaving you", he smiles and caresses your face, trying to not sound as mushy as he feels. "I was just going to open the window."

You shake your head and bury your head into his chest again. Dr Kry starts to worry that you can hear how hard and how fast his poor heart is beating. His entire body has become limp, he doesn't know what to do. His head starts to feel oh, so light.

"What … what do you want me to do then?" he asks and hears how his own voice is so distant. God, he's dizzy.

“Please just hold me”, you beg. “I know it’s not professional … but I really need it. I-I’m sorry-”

He gulps hesitantly. “Don’t be … I’ll hold you …”

He picks you up in his lap and sits down on the bed with you in his arms. Dr Kry has never held someone like this before. Not even past lovers. It has never been something he’s been comfortable with and he wouldn’t do this to just anyone. But you’re his darling, his miracle. You’re not like his past lovers. You have made his life worth living. If you need to be held, he’ll hold you.

You lean your head on his broad shoulder and feel how his muscular arms wrap around you protectively.

"Am I going to die?" you sob.

"Of course not", Dr Kry says softly, squeezing your hand gently. "This is just temporary. You'll see that you feel much better soon."

"Do you promise?"

"Of course. Do you want me to do anything for you?"

"Can you read for me? "Please?"

"Of course.”

He lets you go carefully and walks over to the bookshelf and picks out the one he's currently reading for you and returns. Gliding back on his rolling stool with a reassuring smile.

"We were on chapter three, right?" he asks.

You nod and sniffle. He reaches out his warm palm to wipe your tears. All he wants is to kiss your pretty, wet lips and take the pain away from you. He wants to break the barriers between doctor and patient, but if he does, he might risk never seeing you again.

"Thank you doctor", you say quietly and glance towards the clock on the wall. 2:30. "I feel bad for bothering you so much."

"Never feel that. You are my number one patient. I'd do anything for you — and I really mean that. Nothing you'd ask from me is too much."

He starts to read for you and you try to relax and control your breathing again. His voice doesn't take away the pain, but it distracts you enough to enjoy the chapter. After he’s done reading, you seem to be a bit calmer, but something still doesn’t feel right.

"You know what, Y/N?" he says after a while. “How about we go down to the kitchen and see if we can get you something to eat?”

“I can come with you?” you ask in surprise.

“I don’t think there’s so many people down there at this hour. I think we’ll be fine.”

You don’t know if you’re hungry or if you just really want to explore the hospital, but you accept his suggestion. There’s only been a few times you’ve been let out of your hospital room, but you’ve never been down to the kitchen.

Dr Kry gives you his silk robe to cover you up and give you some warmth before taking your hand and leads you out into the empty corridor. He walks you to the elevator and pushes the button.

“Do you have a partner, doctor?” you ask as the elevator takes you down.

“No, I don’t, why do you ask?” he says.

“You deserve someone. You’re a good guy.”

He sighs. He wants you. That’s all he wants.

“Thank you, Y/N”, he says instead but wishes that he could say more.

They step out and Dr Kry looks around to make sure no one watches the two of you. He doesn’t want people to look at you. You’re for his eyes only.

The only part of the hospital that is in full use for the moment is the ER. Dr Kry leads you through corridors until you reach the kitchen. It’s a large space filled with pots and pans and fridges and stoves. You can’t see where it ends.

“What do you want?” Dr Kry asks. “If there isn’t anything ready, I’ll cook for you.”

“I don’t know”, you answer. “I don’t feel so hungry.”

“I want you to eat something before going back to bed, Y/N. I will choose for you if you don’t make up your mind.” He lets go of your hand and gives you a gentle push. “Go on, go look through the fridges.”

With his encouragement, you walk over to the metal fridges and start to see if there’s anything in there that could make you feel better. He leans his back against one of the stoves with his arms crossed, watching you. A sound behind you makes the both of you turn. A doctor is standing in the door opening, looking displeased.

“Dr Kry, finally, there you are”, he says shortly. “I need to speak with you.”

You look at Dr Kry in confusion and a bit of fear. Will he scold you for being in the kitchen? You don’t want any trouble.

“Continue to look, I’ll take care of this”, Dr Kry says and moves away from the stove.

You turn back to the fridges, hearing how the door closes behind them. You can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine. That look that Dr Kry had in his eyes reminds you of death.

Dr Kry looks at the man with fury in his eyes and doesn’t start to speak until he’s sure the door has closed behind him — sure that you can’t hear him.

“What do you want?” he asks and doesn’t even try to hide the annoyed feelings he’s feeling.

“That woman’s/man’s family has been asking for them for weeks by now”, the other doctor sighs. “I want to know what you are doing with them! Why aren’t you letting the family meet them?”

Dr Kry sighs frustrated. Why does he have to talk about this at three am? You’re not feeling well, Dr Kry has to keep his eye on you. This man is ruining the sweet moments you had together tonight.

“Can’t this wait?” he mutters. “I’m literally busy.”

“You’re always busy”, the man spits. “If I want to talk to you, I have to search you up in the middle of the fucking night because you’re gone during the day.”

“How did you know I was awake anyway?”

“I saw you pass by the reception.”

“And why are you up?”

“Because I have to help the ER nurses, what else? Stop trying to change the subject. Don’t you know how much trouble you’ll be in if you continue to deny the family any information about your patient or let them see them?”

“Then let me get head deep in trouble.” Dr Kry grabs the door handle harshly, a clear signal that he wants this conversation to be over. “I’m doing my job. Y/N is in no way or shape ready to leave the hospital yet. Besides, they’re an adult. We don’t have to give out information to family members unless they’re underage. Y/N doesn’t want to meet their parents or any family members, so tell them to drop the subject and leave us alone. Now if you don’t mind, I’m busy.”

With that said, Dr Kry opens the door, walks into the kitchen again. You look over your shoulder at him with the sweetest eyes that makes him melt. He locks the door behind him as he feels all anger wash away.

“Are you finding anything?” he asks softly.

“I think I found some muffins”, you say and hold up a frozen package. “But … it’s frozen.”

“Let’s put it in the microwave.”

He walks over to you and takes it out of your hands, almost gulping at how soft your skin is feeling. You watch how he takes out two muffins out of the package and places them in the microwave. He presses a few buttons until the two blueberry muffins start spinning around.

“What did he want?” you ask. “That man.”

“Nothing”, Dr Kry smiles and leans against the stove. “He just wanted to ask me about some work.”

“You looked mad though. Are you sure everything is okay?”

“Everything is fine, Y/N. You’re the patient, I’m the doctor, remember? Let me handle this.”

“Did it involve me?”

Dr Kry laughs softly to cover up how shocked he gets. You watch him in confusion.

“No, no, of course not!” he lies. “Don’t worry about it. You haven’t done anything wrong. And even if you had, I would take care of it for you. You have nothing to worry about. All you need to do is relax and focus on healing and I will do the rest.”

“Thank you, doctor”, you say quietly.

“No problem.”

The microwave’s beeping ruins the moment. Dr Kry picks out the steaming muffins and gives you one of them. You only hold it for a second before the warning signals shoot through your body and forces you to drop it down on the metal table in front of you with a yelp.

“Are you okay?” Dr Kry asks quickly and takes your smaller hand in his. “Did you burn yourself? I’m sorry, I should have waited before giving it to you.”

He blows some air on your hand and fights the temptation to kiss it. You bring out the sleeves of the robe to cover your hands and pick it up again. This time, you have an easier time eating it. Dr Kry watches you fondly, smiling at your cute expressions. Gosh, he loves you so much! He can’t imagine his life without you. These sweet moments are the ones he treasures forever.

“Let’s go back to your room”, he says. “You need some more sleep.”

You nod. Dr Kry places his hand on your back to guide you back, your hands being occupied with holding the hot muffin. You walk by the reception when walking towards the elevators. Dr Kry catches the eyes of the other doctor. He looks at the two of you in a manner that makes Dr Kry clench his jaw. From now on, Dr Kry will keep an eye on that man. Something about him makes him uneasy. If he ever dares to try something with you, Dr Kry won’t be very forgiving.

He puts you to bed and waits until you’ve managed to fall asleep again before making his way out of your room. Dr Kry has to get rid of that man before he manages to figure out just what you mean to him. If more people understand your relationship, they’ll take you from him and put him in jail. He can’t let that happen. He has to get rid of that man before he can tattletail.

Dr Kry makes his way to the medicine storage and searches for sleeping pills. A few of these in the man’s coffee and he won’t notice a thing. It’s not easy to get rid of people in a hospital, but Dr Kry has become a natural at faking others death. Overdosing on sleeping pills and then taking a bath could only be the man’s own fault. He just wanted to relax after a long night of hard work! He didn't mean for it to end so tragically.

By the end of the night, the man no longer breathes. The last bubbles have left his mouth. And he’s no longer a threat. Dr Kry smiles as he makes his way over to your room. You’re safe again.

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