#( we are NOT matching this length PLEASE

[the-haunted-office]

(A starter for @alabonshay!)

"As Stanley came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left."

Stanley has forgotten how many times he's heard those words spoken in that order by that voice. Enough times that he doesn't need to be told to take the door on the left anymore, but the voice still feels the need to tell him. That's just how the Narrator is, though. Omnipresent, though perhaps not omniscient. Controlling, but not in control.

Stanley goes ahead and enters the door on the left, though. He has no reason to deviate this time around. Nothing in his gut telling him to go right instead, or to jump off any platforms, or to head down any dark and ominous corridors. Besides, it's not that he wants to listen to the Narrator this time around or that he has any particular gut feelings. He simply wants to see outside, even knowing it isn't real.

It may be the last time he sees the outside ever again, and in his yearning for freedom, he can't help but take whatever he can get.

"-2845- Stanley, have you even been listening to me? I swear, it's like talking to a wall with you sometimes. I don't know why I even bother."

Stanley presses his lips together and enters in the code behind the boss' desk, although he manages to resist rolling his eyes. He hadn't realized he'd been tuning out the Narrator. Everything is on autopilot this time around, it seems, and most of the time through the Story he doesn't even need to listen to the Narrator to know where he needs to go. It's the same thing every time, so what's the point?

The fireplace swings open, the Narrator drones on, and Stanley continues his march, onward toward the Ending he's reached dozens if not hundreds of times before.

Getting there is the boring part, and as the clank and clang of his shoes echo on the concrete floors and metal catwalks, Stanley begins to tune out the voice in the ceiling again.

The voice in the ceiling notices.

Meanwhile neither of them notices when something goes fantastically... different.

"-Stanley decided that this machinery would never again exert its- Stanley, you're just not listening to me, are you? Here you are, seconds away from your freedom, and you're acting like you're a walking corpse. I might as well be talking to one. I don't know why I bother with you sometimes, if I'm honest."

Stanley gives a small shrug in acknowledgment as he enters the door into the room with the Mind Control machine. He can see the blue glow from the enormous monitor just beyond the door. Here, he'll have to make his choice whether to turn the machine On or Off.

"Well, if you're so content with being dead already why don't you- .....What the HELL is THAT?"

Stanley comes to an abrupt halt, because he sees it too. Something is standing there in front of the controls. Something a lot bigger and bulkier than he is, and better dressed to boot.

Lacking any other reasonable way to respond to this situation, the office worker just stands there. And waves a hello.

[hells-musing-along]

// closed starter for @statiicstag //

A haunting melody drifted through the skyline, emanating from one of the rooftops. Those within the vicinity felt a deep ache clutching at their hearts: sorrow, anxiousness, and heartache hung heavy within. The siren’s song only lasted a few minutes, but those feelings still lingered with those around and within her.

“...What a fucking happy day in Hell,” Sarcastically muttering to herself, Lilith poured another glass of whiskey. Her lilac eyes slowly take in Hell’s skyline before they fall upon a particular hotel. A faint twist of anguish crossed her features as she realized it was still her first day back in hell.

It was supposed to be a happy day, a joyous reunion with her family. The moment she was released from Heaven's golden cage, she eagerly searched for her loved ones. Yet, upon finding them, she hesitated, realizing she couldn't simply re-enter their lives as if nothing had changed. 

Lucifer and Charlie looked so happy when she saw them heading into the hotel. She didn’t want to intrude on their happiness. It’s been seven years… did she even have that right? You’re just going to ruin them. She did not, at least right now, and retreated into the city.

… where she is currently now, draining yet another glass of whiskey on the rooftop of her recording studio. Reaching for the bottle again, she found it empty. Letting out a heavy sigh, she headed back inside, the warm buzz of the alcohol tingling her senses and dulling her pain.

This was what she wanted, needed even, to be fully vulnerable for just one night. To let go of all the restraints she had built up over the past seven years to protect herself and just feel again. Liquor might not have been the best choice, but it was what was available.

Lilith stumbled into the studio, briefly appreciating the soft sound of jazz emitted from the wooden radio, before heading straight to the liquor cabinet, oblivious to her surroundings. Her fingers traced the tops of the bottles before settling on a bottle of rye. With a satisfied hum, she turned around and finally noticed that she was not alone.

An elegant eyebrow arched ever so slightly as hazy lilac-colored eyes fixed on the intruder. "...I wonder when these hallucinations will finally cease," she murmured to herself, knowing her dear friend wouldn’t be here. No one knew she was here.

[sah1x1s-archived]

Valentine's Day Starter for @theirmadness (Wanda)

The trickster thought it was a joke when he was told of the cultural significance of what the 14th of February held to Midgardians. Not the part where there was a day to revel and celebrate the one you love, but humans seemed to take things to an extreme level.

He knew he had known naught much of who the lovely woman, red hair whipping around, caught in the wind, as she spoke to what Loki assumed were the remaining Hero of Earth- no, not anything of her actually, but what he did know was that his ignorance was not acceptable.

Throughout the past few weeks, the God found himself cloaking his presence with his air, his magic, just to try to see what captivated him so much about her, Wanda. Wanda Maximoff, it was, actually.

But each tidbit of information he would ingest about her only spurred his intrigue on even more to the point where Loki found himself in the parking lot of a Walmart- Why would one need a mart that only contains walls? -on the eve of the romance holiday and... well, this was not what he was expecting at all.

This was utter chaos. Humans hoarding too much chocolate or some crying over something else while holding just as much wine?

No.

No, thank you.

With that, Loki simply drew his cloak over his form and traveled back to the midguardian housing he had come to use regularly when checking in on this universe, and with a frown on his lips, he dropped to the emerald green chaise in the room and thought.

Well. He never did anything the proper way, anyway, did he? That thinking is what led him into simply only being a suspicious man, dressed impeccably well if you ask him, crouching on the floor of the Compound that Wanda, the one with mystical abilities that drew him in more and more, lived in a while casually strolling through what blagger-dash was on the entertainment box as he grew less and less patient yet more and more nervous for reasons he knew not of.

Where was she?

He had to meet her after the way she became the only thing to go through his mind daily for a while.

And no, not once did the Prince think that his plan was not exactly the best and would've been advised against following through should he have told anyone what he was doing but-

Oh! The main room's door sounded as if it were being unlocked and opened.

However... when one bothers to think about any of this for a moment longer than need be, they would have to be confused as to why Loki, much less anyone, thought it would be a good idea to break into a secure facility all under the guise of intrigue.

Yet, he was not a complete baffoon. In his hand were a small bouquet of wild flowers he had picked from Asguard prior to his departure. He did listen to his mother sometimes, believe it or not.

Now... he just had to wait for something to happen.

[domestxcas]

—✦ open!

✦ setting: department of afterlife affairs, collections office, mission lobby. ✦ timeframe: quoth the raven. ✦ content warnings: references to anxiety.

FEATHERS   WHIP   UP   IN   A   FRENZY.   a   day-to-day   occurrence   for   many,   made   most   peculiar   by   the   sheer   frequency   and   volume,   bridging   the   gap   from   the   mundane   to   the   extreme   in   the   always   industrious   sector   of   the   department   of   afterlife   affairs.   maira   — pigeon   —   spits   out   fine   down   from   her   pursed   lips.   she   should   un-mind   the   limitless   line   snaking   around   and   around   the   collections   offices'   mission   lobby,   as   counting   the   heads   of   the   potential   contenders   in   the   hunt   will   most   likely   trigger   another   fit   of   labored,   exhausted   breaths,   and   she   doesn't   delight   in   inhaling   another   grymm's   filoplumes   ...

...   but   her   lungs   seize   up   in   panic   when   the   letter   plummets   from   her   sweat-slippery   fingers,   and   slides   a   good   distance   away   from   the   line.   there   is   no   grace   for   maira,   as   eyes   around   her   orbit   to   her   invitation   on   the   ground,   fluttering   and   threatening   to   depart   with   an   updraft,   to   her   creased   and   tormented   face.   the   woman   wrings   her   hands   and   after   a   spine-curving   sigh   to   the   ground,   quickly   paces   to   the   envelope,   snatches   it   up,   and   turns—

—to   see   her   spot   swallowed   up   by   the   tide   of   bodies.   color   drains   from   her   face,   the   only   tint   a   rouge   on   her   cheeks   painted by   surefire   embarrassment.   her   wings,   drab   gray   and   banded,   shackled   at   the   ends,   appear   hang   heavier   on   the   woman's   poor   back.   after   some   fretting   of   her   lips,   the   berry-rose   lipstick   smearing   on   her   teeth   during   the   fit,   maira   takes   a   plain   step   forward,   a   little   clack   on   her   heel,   a   weak   introduction   to   what   follows.

“   ᵉʳᵐ,   hello...   i   don't   know   if   you   saw,   but   i   was   in   line   ʲᵘˢᵗ   ᵃ   ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ   while   ago…   in   front   of   you,   ᶦ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ,   and   if   you   could   see   it   in,   ᵉʳᵐ,   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵏᶦⁿᵈⁿᵉˢˢ   ᵒᶠ   ʸᵒᵘʳ   ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ,   ᶜ-ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ   ʸᵒᵘ…   may   i   step   back   ᶦⁿ?   ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ?   ”

[tidaltow]

@howthesleeplesswander || cont.

Sometimes, Percy wished adrenaline was just a thing you could control. . . . You . . . can’t control that, right? (He was pretty sure you couldn’t. If you could, he’d been doing this wrong for a long time.)

He could tell it, Hey, I need you to stay in this high for another, say, 15 or 20 minutes, got it, buddy? He could order it to continue numbing all the pain so he wouldn’t just keel over, get it to mask the exhaustion starting to cling like quicksand to his limbs, threatening to drag him under. 

Like, We’ll feel like absolute shit later, dude. When we can afford it. For now—

Childe wasn’t giving up anytime soon. Percy couldn’t afford giving up, either.

Adrenaline be damned.

But when those wild eyes flashed up at him and a grin created a crooked crack across that dumb face, Percy thought to himself, No, you know what? We’ve got this. His heart hammered in his ears. A new spike of heat surged like a tidal wave from head to toe. Faintly, he recalled a piercing sting beneath his ribcage . . . hot, wet, painful, but he couldn’t now figure out why he was supposed to care— Later. Later. Deal with that later.

Childe issued a challenge. Percy couldn’t afford refusing.

Adrenaline . . . Welcome back, man.

“To three, huh? You sure you can count that high?” he said in probably the smartest, most self-preserving manner possible—especially considering the harbinger had already begun counting, and already . . . something was changing that was more than just Percy’s attitude. The air pressure felt like it had shifted, a dull ache filling his temples. When he took in a sharp breath, a metallic flavor tingled across his palate; Percy wet his lips, widened his stance, braced himself as dark tendrils began twisting and squirming across his opponent—

Three!

His ears popped. His vision was eclipsed by a blinding flash of violet. He already began to stagger, a hand flying up to block the light much too late . . .

—when a new swift force knocked against his legs, and he flopped to the ground like a fish out of water.

Real nice, Percy. Good one. You really showed him.

He landed hard. But again, adrenaline was extending its stay. As Childe let out a gleeful laugh and issued another threat, Percy was already climbing back to his feet. “I was never a good student,” he said, not something he really remembered, but more just felt. “But you can try.” Which basically just meant Give me your best shot.

Percy snuck a glance over his shoulder, checking the distance to the shoreline and debating how to bring them closer. He’d run the risk of giving Childe an advantage, too, but he knew on dry land he was running out of options—and if he personally had more to work with . . . then maybe he might just pull this off. (Of course, the Electro was a bit concerning, mixed with Hydro and all, but— Look, he’d cross that bridge when he got to it.)

“I don’t know what your deal is, man,” Percy said, already beginning to shuffle a few paces back. He brandished Riptide, met his opponent’s eyes. “But you’ve gotta find more hobbies than just ‘cause problems on purpose.’ Like, there are other things out there. You could, I dunno . . . work at a tea shop or something, settle down. . . . Deal with the real horrors of customer service, since you've got some sort of masochistic thing going on. There are options.”

[alightindarkplaces]

The Best Yuletide this century (open)

Of all the great things the people of Hobbiton had done in the last three months, the cleaning up and refurnishing of Bag End was Frodo's favorite. It meant he could lay in his own bed finally, and get out of farmer Cotton's hair, and best of all, his home was once again the place to be for parties and gatherings of all kinds. Bilbo would have loved it, and for that reason, Frodo loved it too, but there was also a deep empty feeling in all the places where Bilbo should have been. Frodo felt it like a heaviness in his chest and a weight about his neck.

In a dark corner he sat, near the hearth and festivities, but just removed by virtue of being out of the way and hidden in the shadows cast by the bright firelight. He was sat in his own lounge chair, which he'd brought into that corner very purposely, with his legs up and facing sideways, so he was sort of wedged in. In his hands, he held a large mug of ale which he sipped liberally, all the while listening absently to the talk and songs of the others.

He'd had his fair share of ale and mulled wine and was feeling rather foggy, but he supposed he could use another drink. He tipped his mug back and finished off the last of his beer and then looked curiously at the cup, as though he had not expected it to be emptied so soon. He tucked his mug away in his lap and settled in with his hands resting over his breast. It was easy to see that the middle finger on his right hand was fully missing, with barely a nub to be seen. It was not an old injury, but neither was it new enough to trouble him, and it looked to be healed, though still frail with new flesh.

Although the party was technically his own affair, he'd left the bustling and hosting largely to his friends, who were eager enough to lend him a hand whenever it was asked for (and plenty often when it wasn't.) He might have felt guilty, but he didn't. It was more of a favor to the rest of them to host at Bag End, given the spacious layout and generous larder, and he hadn't the energy for hosting or much socializing of any sort. Luckily, he was largely left alone, as everyone had their own trouble to attend without getting mixed up in his. He looked down into his empty cup with a sad sigh, and with some effort, extracted himself from his cozy chair to navigate the throngs of guests in search of a refill.

[nightmourned]

⋆ ⁺ ₊ ☾ @ren-wattanavekin.

the streets are quiet at this hour, the kind of silence that amplifies every sound. the faint noise of a car a street over. the whine of a cat in the distance. minho leans against the shadow of a rusting lamppost angled in an alleyway, his silhouette swallowed by the dark. he shouldn’t be here. should’ve stayed away, he tells himself, like he hasn’t repeated it a hundred times before. but the tug has always been stronger than his reason. two years. two long years of running, hiding, and pretending the pull of home, of ren, wasn’t enough to drag him back. but ren’s here, walking like he’s lost in thought. like he always does. he's spent enough time observing the brother he lost — had to lose, had to leave behind — to be familiar with the spots he frequents during sleepless nights and to know which of them have the lowest foot traffic, lower risk of visibility, highest chance of catching him alone. minho’s chest tightens at the sight of him, at the familiar gait, the slight tension in his shoulders that speaks of burdens too heavy for anyone to bear, as he takes the shortcut minho has become familiar with. ren hasn’t changed. not really. the world still hangs on him like a second skin and minho still feels the same magnetic pull toward him. he’s tried to stay distant, watching from the safety of crowds and shadows, glimpsing ren as he moved through the hospital, his life, the kagehito. but the distance is unbearable. and the recent development regarding the premier's death has reminded him that they're all wandering this town on borrowed time. he needs to make him leave. ren needs to get out before they do to him what they did to kane. the thought hits harder than the cold breeze whipping around his frame. his fingers curl into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening beneath the moonlight. minho knows the risk of showing himself, the risk to both of them, but he can’t let ren go on like this. he can’t lose him, too. can't bear the unmistakable claws of missing him lodged deep within his heart. he steps forward, silent as a ghost, until he’s close enough that his shadow spills across the ground in the moonlight. close enough that ren can’t miss him anymore. "…ren." his voice is low, rasping, like he hasn’t used it in days. it carries the weight of two years, of regret and longing and the impossible task of trying to say everything with just a name. minho stops a few feet away, close enough to see the moment recognition dawns on ren’s face, but not close enough to crowd him. the alley is still, the night stretching endlessly around them, and all minho can do is stand there, the air thick with unspoken words.

[lususnatura]

“ tell me, what happened?”

in yet another downpour that gotham was experiencing, blamore found himself in the middle of it; and without an umbrella as well. not that that really mattered much, as blamore was in the type of mood that would sometimes make people stand in the rain in hopes that it might cleanse them — relieving their body and spirit of the troubles that held onto them like a vice. he just wished that he knew one single question: why? but the closest blamore had ever gotten to having that question answered was by consulting itself, and yet, it still didn't know for sure whether it had the right idea about things.

was it coming back to life the way he was now (half-monster and half-human) all part of some sick joke run by nature itself? or, had it happened because whatever higher power there may be out there deemed that he wasn't done here — that he didn't get to die just yet? blamore truly didn't know, so perhaps dwelling on it would just end up making him mad in the end. existential dread was something everyone experienced though... right? a sigh slipped through its lips as it sat on a bench in robinson park, uncovering the bandage that concealed the gash on its hand. he'd moved it only to discover it still looked as bad as when he first got it.

a groan slipped through blamore's lips as it was just about to slam its body into the bench out of frustration before it heard someone talk to it. now, looking up, the creature could see that they were someone he definitely didn't know. though they seemed to be asking about his hand all the same. blamore immediately plastered a small smile on its face before going for its go-to answer for things like this, ❝ ahh, it's just an occupational hazard, really. no need to worry about me. i already do enough of that on my own, ❞ while chuckling slightly awkwardly, it then quickly put the bandage back over its wound. blamore could only hope that he'd only gotten a glimpse at it and didn't see that his skin had been partially burned.

whoever they (loki) was, they also had an umbrella on them, he thought. so perhaps if blamore was nice to him... it could move this existential conversation it was having with itself somewhere else. preferably with air conditioning as it was starting to get cold, ❝ say, what are you doing taking a leisurely stroll through the park when its raining this hard? i answered your question, so i think its only fair that you answer mine. ❞

[erstwhles]

Her reaction now, combined with the look he recalls his best friend wearing mere minutes ago in the kitchen, has Raleigh wondering what exactly happened on the porch. Alana's expression had been easier to read, but all of it was easy enough to dismiss as shock from seeing a friend for the first time in years.

Either way, there isn't much time to think about it before they're in the kitchen, surrounded by old and new faces alike. Most of them don't turn to look in his direction, but he can feel the weight of Casper's gaze. His own eyes narrow in question, but Raleigh is easily distracted by Lale's voice and the ghost of her hand in his. "Um, it's a lot of the team, yes. Mostly guys who didn't already have plans." A safe place for those who don't have family nearby.

Though he stays in his spot, Raleigh turns to follow Lale's retreat. His lips are already parted to interrupt, but the mention of Lily has him shaking his head before his speaks. "Lily's fine." In fact, he isn't sure if the little girl has even looked in his direction since Matti and his family arrived. He knows how much she admires the goaltender. "And you're hungry. You should eat something. She'll still be here after you're finished, and like I said—there's plenty to eat. Please, grab a plate." As he nods toward the counter it is harder to avoid Casper's eyes, but Raleigh manages as he shakes his head. "Are you sure you're okay?" The second half of his question goes unspoken a moment longer as he holds in a breath. "If you don't want to be here, you don't have to stay." If it's him, if it's the people she used to know—he doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable if this isn't what she wants. It's no secret that the last several months have been tense between them, and while he has made progress in working through his feelings, he wouldn't blame her for not wanting to be close to him.

Everything Lale had been told on the porch had stripped her walls down and exposed the pain she'd inflicted on Raleigh while simultaneously exposing her own unchanged feelings. That slight touch of his strong hands spread color across her fair skin, her pupils dilating and immediately making her green eyes look all the more heated. She swallowed, taking short small breaths to try and calm the bodily reaction she'd always had to this man, the dress doing nothing to hide it either. Lale found herself silently nodding along to what he was saying, not correcting him that she didn't drink— mostly from fear of alcoholism from her father but also because the idea of some liquid courage to survive the night felt necessary.

It wasn't until they were moving through the hallway, Lale nearly lost him in a small crowd of chattering strangers. Her hand reached for his instinctively, holding on tightly as she quietly apologized to the strangers for squeezing between them. It wasn't until they made it into the much quieter kitchen that she was reunited with everyone from her past all at once. So much for an empty kitchen, she thought, as she gave his hand one squeeze before pulling it away, instinctively bringing it to her sternum where the necklace sat under the fabric of the dress, she fidgeted nervously and moved back toward the nearest wall. "Is this the whole team? Maybe I'm too used to the library. I don't think I've seen this many people in one place since...I don't know, graduation maybe?" Lale's eyes looked between Alana and landed on Casper, pleading for him to not say anything to Raleigh about the conversation on the porch. "I should find Lily." Then, the traitor that was her perpetually empty stomach chose that moment to audibly protest. "Sorry."

[hammertarot]

@psychicwave

Finding a nice mall in a place like this isn't quite what Amy expected, nor was it what she should be focusing on. However, the appeal of all the shops housing chic clothes and accessories, plus the surprisingly tasty looking food, made it hard for her to ignore.

So she window shops. Everything is very affordable, considering. Though even despite that, she doesn't really have the means to actually buy anything. So disappointing.

This excitement fortunately preoccupies the forefront of her mind so that she is able to, for the time being, forget about her uncertain situation.

At some point in her "tour", eyes lock onto something as she passes by. It's a very large room behind glass doors and walls, and inside are things familiar to Amy, in a sense; grind rails and slopes. A skatepark, maybe?

Going inside, it's evident; it's definitely a skatepark. There are people on skateboards, as if that needs further clarification. She's never really had any interest in this kind of thing, but watching others go at looks almost... thrilling? Similar to her own adventuring exploits. And Sonic's... Hm...

Eyes scan over, until they hit a very familiar person. They have an instantly recognizable quill style and fur color. Could it be...?

"Silver? Is that you?"

A wave of her hand as she walks over to them. She smiles, hands hidden behind her back as she rocks back and forth on her heels. There's a gleam in her eyes.

"Long time no see!"

After a moment, she gasps. Her hand moves to cover her mouth, eyes wide.

"I didn't know you liked skateboarding!" She exclaims, a little loudly, as if it's some kind of revelation. Considering she can count on one hand the amount of times she's actually met Silver--only a few times, really, so not even all those fingers are needed--well, suffice to say that she doesn't know the other hedgehog very well. It's exciting to learn about a friend, after all... and she might just be distracting herself even more.

"You've got to tell me more!" About skateboarding or about Silver themself, she doesn't specify.

There's more questions than that, like "You have skateboards in the future?" or "Are you here because something...bad...happened again? In the future? Is it related to this?"...But the latter was probably a kind of insensitive thing to ask. They might be as confused as she is about whatever is happening here.

[thalwri]

I HATE YOU, BUT I LOVE YOU!

synopsis: your friends think caleb's got a bit of an obsession over you since he's always by your side. what they don't know is that you're equally as obsessed. and you'll go to very extreme lengths to ensure everyone knows that he is yours.

warnings: porn no plot, heavy smut, shower sex, orgasm denial, inappropriate evol usage, body worship, making a sex tape, biting, marking (with lipstick and a few hickeys), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, creampie, needy!caleb, possessive!reader, unhinged!reader, basically, you're matching each others freak. a lot.

wc: 2,4k

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

“you’re mine, caleb,” your whispers pierced his ears like a sharpened knife– the most stimulating sound he had heard in days. “mine. mine to touch, mine to post, mine to please and be pleased by. mine.”

he could only nod, and so he did. frantically and heated with need for you. for access to adore you. 

you had found him in the shower, muscular back turned to you. he had returned home in silence, almost plagued by his own thoughts. though you were deafened by your own mind too. the only difference was that you were infuriated.

you had seen some of his colleagues post pictures of him with them at his annual dinner with the fleet. the captions were provocative at the least, rumbling with desires to touch him in ways only you could, to have privileges only you owned.

they didn’t know him like you did. they didn’t experience everything you two had gone through together. 

so it was only fair for you to remind him of that fact. and show the world that he was only for you.

“i’ll burn and bury anyone who talks to you or even looks at you.” your eyes trailed down from his eyes to his swollen and bite-bruised lips to his neck adorned with fresh love bites. “i should keep you by my side, yeah?”

“yeah, you should,” caleb could only hold himself from getting giddy by this new sight of dominance. he’d rarely seen you behave this intensely with him and he wasn’t afraid to see more.

your hand gripped his, feeling the instantaneous surge of his evol resonating to you. before the surge could fade, with the flick of a wrist, you forced caleb to his knees. the gravity surrounded him alone to keep him at your feet, at your mercy.

he often got a kick at using his evol on you but for the tables to turn like this? he’d cum on the spot. his cock twitched, reddened and swollen by your refusal to give him the attention he needed.

“c-come on,” a loud whine flowed from the depths of his throat. he had been moaning and whining without you even having to touch him. you were feeding off his delicious noises, feeling as though he was egging you on to paint him in your lipstick kisses.

“please, i won’t even let them near me,” his lips found your thigh, pressing wet breathless kisses onto your skin in worship and reverence. “i’ll push them as far as possible and only open my space to you.”

“yeah?” you kneeled down to straddle him, holding his face in your hands. his eyes were swollen from the tears shed by you teasing him to the point where it hurt so much. he just had to beg for you, grovel, and whine. all of it.

“they’d even see that i’m yours.” he panted, lips curving into that beautiful smile you loved. the same smile you hated to see him give to others. he leaned to kiss your skin, peppering your flesh with light nibbles and bites, marking his affections and desire for you.

“we could record it,” his breathless sighs warmed up your dampened neck. “me declaring my heart is yours and broadcasting it for the world to see.”

a short giggle left your lips before you plopped down on his hips, completely filling yourself with his twitching cock. caleb’s eyes– brimming with tears of impatient need– rolled straight back into his head both agonised and delighted by how concerningly tight your pussy was– almost sucking him of everything he had. 

your hips slowly rocked back and forth allowing your nectar to leak out of you and lubricate him for easier movement between you. though you wouldn’t have had a problem with the roughness. 

“maybe i should take a picture of me riding you.” you deepened your grinding to emphasise your point. “i’ll crop out your face, to protect your reputation of course.”

caleb quickly shook his head in a daze– eyes clouded with lust and excitement. was he enjoying this?

“let– let them. let ‘em see me,” he forced a smile to stretch his swollen lips. that was the only thing keeping him from moaning loud enough for the fleet kilometres above to hear. “let ‘em know how weak you make me.”

the slick wetness from you and the now cold shower water kept his grips on your hips painfully tense to the point of indenting bruises. you could just feel his heavy sacks rubbing against your entrance as you squeezed your walls around his girth. every vein, every throb, every single divine twitch did not go unnoticed. 

it was boiling hot. the shower was off and yet the glass walls got so foggy so quickly. your hips slowly dragged up as you adjusted yourself to bounce on his length before you slowly dropped down and up and down in a broken rhythm. 

you so desperate to chase your high and feel him paint your insides, so horny for caleb that it pissed you off even more. and yet, through all that anger, you couldn’t help but adore and admire him beneath you. he looked so serene, so beautiful. how could you not love him?

feeling his cock effortlessly slide in and out of you hitting those delicious sensitive spots felt like pure ecstasy for you. your ass jiggled and clapped as it bounced, slapping his thighs and huge balls, screaming into the deafening silence of the afternoon. 

you caught your lower lip between your teeth to hold off the overwhelming urge to cum all over him at that very moment. just a bit longer. you had to torture him a little bit longer.

“you’re the only one for me,” caleb whined almost like he read the thought directly from your mind. a wide grin graced your pretty, flushed, cock-addicted face as he repeated himself over and over for you to hear and understand him clearly.

“i’m yours. yours. yours.’m gonna prove it any way you need me to.”

and a devilish idea struck your mind mid-bounce. you paused and slowed your pace to grind on his hips, curling his cock deep into you with no chance of him leaving your tight grip– not to mention your soaked pussy (as per usual) had a death grip on him.

you reached to the abandoned towel outside the shower and pulled out your phone, swiftly opening the camera app. caleb’s eyes slowly widened as he realised exactly what you were doing. he exhaled a laugh in disbelief and intrigue as you set the phone down to show you both in the frame without your faces being exposed. 

your finger hovered over the button to record and your grinds came to a halt. your eyes bore into his with complete sternness. “do you want this?”

he didn’t even hesitate. “yeah. show them who i belong to, baby.”

a ring sounded in the bathroom, and your hips returned to its torturous work. you planted your hands over his plump chest and squeezed to feel that muscular, soft flesh. your thumbs brushed over his nipples as drips of sweat and water pebbled from them, drawing a long moan from his lips.

“f-fuck,” he panted. he’d never experience a feeling like that before. they felt so sensitive and sore and yet the pain translated to pure pleasure by the time it reached his cock. it leaked globs of precum deep within you as your tantalising grinds picked up speed and friction.

your lips found their way to the shell of his ear and a wet swipe of your tongue sent shivers down his spine. you were so dominant today. and he was enjoying perhaps a little too much.

“i want you to be louder,” you hissed, nibbling the soft flesh of his ear lobe. “you know you can be.”

“‘m gonna need you to make things rougher for me,” the soft mounds of your pretty ass were caught in his grip, being fondled and massaged as he egged you on, using his strength to lift you up bit by bit until you could plop back down on his cock.

the mere sound of it made him groan, bowing his head to restrain himself. having his hands so comfy on your ass was divine, such a privilege. he pulled you higher and higher until your moans turned to cries. 

his leaky cockhead continuously pounded your spongy, sensitive point, throwing you into a frenzy. your rhythm became erratic, breath laboured and ragged. lines of red scratches marked his torso, victim of your nails painted the exact same colour as his reddened tip. 

your personal nicknames ran from caleb’s lips in a slur, connecting the syllables as if it were a lengthy poem he was reciting to you. his tongue lulled out, dripping strings of his saliva onto your bare chest, creating a sticky mess on you as your tiddies slapped against each other– colliding and changing shape like a malleable pair of heavenly flesh. he couldn’t keep his eyes off them, calling them his favourite melons in his mind– a perverted thought and description, but that was the least of the nasty thoughts he had of you.

“please– oh my god!” his moans quickly turned into whimpers. you couldn’t help but giggle. he was just too cute. 

his tongue ran up your collarbones to your neck until they tickled the corner of your lips to pull you into a lascivious kiss, tongues swirling and dancing in pursuit of getting closer than their bodies could allow. he was addicted to you. he wasn’t afraid to say it with relentless pride.

to be able to please that sweet cunny of yours with his cock, to be able to love and adore you, to live alongside you, that was all the pleasures he had of being yours. and he refused to trade it for anything else. nobody would ever be worth as much as you were to him.

you are his everything.

caleb swiftly lifted you up into his arms, almost using his evol before he remembered you were being recorded together. you yelped as he swung you both around so that you leaned against the wall, back warmed in place of his position. 

he sat on his knees, still holding you by your hips to align his cockhead with your dripping opening. in tempted arousal, he lifted you up to hook your legs on his shoulders, leaving only your ass and legs in view of the frame and his head completely concealed in between.

his hot tongue swiped up and down your folds, teasing its entrance into your hole. teasing you. he relished in your hitched cries and groans, you cursing him and demanding he stop teasing you. somehow it just got him harder that he already was. 

but because he loved you, he conceded and buried his face into your pussy. his nose nudged and tickled your sensitive bud while his tongue explored the mixed taste of his precum and your sweet nectar all stored in your pussy. the flavours blended perfectly. 

his loud, obnoxious slurps and his head occasionally shaking side to side brought you to a tremble, finally drawing that sweet climax out of you with a cute cry.

“ca– cale– oh fuck!” his name almost slipped out of your lips before you could restrain yourself. caleb moaned into your pussy before quickly pulling away to guide you back down to his hips, instantly dropping you onto his cock.

it slipped in so smoothly yet so roughly, sending every sensory signal in you screaming in alarm. too much, too much, my god, too much. 

caleb gripped your ass, kneading his fingers into your flesh, and pounded his hips right up into you. you hiccuped with each thrust, losing composure and falling deeper and deeper into your cockdrunk daze.

“too- too fast–“

“uh-uh,” he breathlessly moaned in your ear, rolling his hips faster and harder into you, so desperate to fill you with his seed. to claim you as you claim him. “you can take it.”

a deep groan rumbled in you making you grip the base of his neck with your hand, slowly squeezing until he gasped– and yet his psychotically fast pace never faltered. 

“i’m sure you can take– fuck– this– mmh– pussy too, huh?” your walls intuitively tightened around his thick, pistoning cock matching the hold you had on his neck. “this is the only pussy you’d worship, yeah?”

“the– only– one.” he gasped as he choked out his words. you were tempted to call him a good boy. despite the overwhelming entanglement of overstimulation and pure delight that caleb fucking you through and straight past your orgasm gave you, you were just so insatiably greedy for more.

“you wanna cum, yeah?” you crooned, wrapping your arms around his neck. you thought you had begun to taste a new degree of pleasure with caleb in that very position. 

“wanna make you cum again,” he said. a loud smack! resonated as a delicious sting spread around your ass cheek. “mmh, wanna cum in you so fucking bad.”

“then do it.”

and that he did. almost like it was on command– with a final harsh thrust, hot ribbons painted your walls like paint falling right onto the canvas. it was so hot, and creamy that the sting of his heat left you in near shambles.

there was just so much spilling into you that it spurted out of your pussy with each slowing jut of his hips. his mouth mumbled on, rambling i love you, i love you, i love you like a prayer and oath. even as he pulled out, cum still spurted out of his slit, painting the shower walls white with lust and satisfaction while the recording still ran, abandoned by both of you.

“you think you can let those people prance around you while knowing i am all you need?” choked gasps fill the air as your grip on his neck tightens. “no caleb. you don’t have that right.”

he merely nodded with a smile. “ ‘m all yours, my love. my eyes, my heart, my body, and my soul are only for you.”

now, caleb has experienced a great many terrifying things in his lifetime. a great many things. but you? you were an endless galaxy he would spend eternity exploring. all your complexities and charms just waiting for him to perceive. 

your peers had believed he was insane. clingy. obsessed. but they didn’t know you could be much, much, worse. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

a/n: I've been listening to too much Tyler, the Creator. Also, this was inspired by one of @/cruxifixe 's works on tiktok

[reidrum]

i can do a lot with fifteen minutes

note: short n sweet deluxe dropped halfway through writing this and basically she wrote fifteen minutes for this fic specifically. user reidrum is feeling festive so we are pink today, happy valentine's day friends <3

summary: in which you and spencer don't make it out the door on date night

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, p in v sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), mirror usage, switch!spencer (shocking for me too), reader wears a dress and lingerie, fluff, hot losers in love, this is pure filth actually

wc: 3.8k

The green satin dress held against you in front of the mirror is beautiful, flattering. The modest length with light ruching accentuates your figure like an ethereal being. Fairy like, angel like as Spencer loves to liken you to. 

The red silk dress is dangerous. With a slit leaving little to imagination, the deep hue reflects off your skin like a siren waiting to trick the sorry sailor into submitting. It’s a weapon almost, and you’re not sure if you’re willing to wield it tonight on a small dinner date.

The question was whether you wanted to look dangerously alluring or divinely beautiful. Your head turns at the sound of footsteps and your breath hitches as you catch a glimpse of Spencer walking past the door dressed in dark slacks and a dark maroon button up, tie undone around his neck. Mismatched socks, of course. 

You go with the red one.

You remove it from the hanger and gently slip it over your body, sliding the straps over your shoulders and reaching back to pull the zipper up. Realizing the zipper is too high for you to do it on your own, you call in reinforcements.

“Spencer!” you call out, “Can you come help me zip up please?”

“Sure baby, give me one second!” he calls back from down the hall.

You cross an arm over your chest to hold the dress in place while you grab the necklace Spencer had gifted you earlier that day, twisting awkwardly to put it on but eventually successful. You bend back down to look for the matching earrings, digging through your drawers and jewelry dishes. Your fingers rummage through the mess and you finally find them, grinning at your small win before gasping in surprise at the hands that encircle your waist.

“Shit, Spence. You scared me.” you chuckle, straightening up to press against his chest with your back.

His hands roam around your lower waist while pressing and gripping in the places he knows so intimately, a chaste kiss to your shoulder, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. You want me to zip it up now?”

You gently part from his arms and walk over to the mirror again, “Let me just adjust it first and then you can.” He nods and follows you, standing a few steps behind you as he watches you fix the straps and lay of the dress. Spencer can never get used to this part, he might never for as long as you allow him the grace of being in your life. You meet his eyes again in the mirror and smile softly, “Okay, can you?”

He returns your smile with pure affection and steps to be only an inch behind you, his proximity giving leeway to invasion by your perfume. The sweet smell surrounds every fiber of him and threatens to render him useless, but he perseveres and clears his throat in hopes of him tethering himself back down. He raises his fingers to your shoulders and ghosts along the curve until he reaches the nape of your neck. Your shiver doesn’t go unnoticed when Spencer tenderly brushes your hair to the side giving him clear access to the zipper.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You meet his eyes again through the mirror, one of his hands on your waist while the other is brushing your hair to one side. Your heart is beating rapidly, sensing the intense intimacy and energy radiating from the moment. With a shaky exhale you reply, “Yeah just, felt a breeze.”

He hums in acknowledgment and the corners of his lips twitch up in a knowing manner from behind you, completely aware you’re not able to see it. He moves his hand from his waist to hover at the base of the zipper near your lower back, his breath hitching as he spots your lace panties peeking out of the opening. His finger grazes the fabric unintentionally as he grips the zipper and begins to slowly pull it up. The small jump you give makes his hand return to your waist, holding you harder so you don’t move around.

The sound of the zipper winding up fills the silence in the room, the accidental brushes of his fingers against your bare skin sending electric shocks throughout your body. By the time he reaches the top his shaky breaths are hitting warm on your nape, making no move to back away. 

You smile, “Thank you.”

His hands don’t leave you, they return back to their rightful place encircled around you. “Is this a new dress?” he murmurs.

You wrap your own arms on top of his and lean back into him, a small smirk gracing your face as you sense the intention of your dress choice starting to settle. “Yeah, just got it on a whim. You like it?”

Spencer swallows, “I love it, I’ll buy you one of these in every color. It can be the only thing you ever wear.”

A giggle escapes you, and Spencer smiles widely. He looks at you again through the mirror and takes in your whole appearance. You’ve always had a natural beauty to you that Spencer admired and marveled at constantly, but when you got all dressed up? For him? There aren’t enough neurons in his brain that will ever make him understand how the Aphrodite reincarnate is in love with him. He thanks any and every god watching for blessing him in this way.

“You smell so good,” he groans, “You wash your hair? It’s so soft, I could nap in it. The necklace looks pretty on you, ‘m glad you like it. God, I love you so much.”

You laugh softly, tilting your head back into his neck and pressing a kiss to his lower jaw, “I love you too.” He returns a kiss to your cheek and lets his lips travel about your body like a map.

His lips trail the open skin of your shoulders, “You look,” kiss, “so beautiful,” kiss, “This color,” kiss, kiss, “Didn’t think I’d like red this much.” Kiss. Hold. Release.

“You should see what I have underneath.” your voice holds a teasing lilt.

Spencer freezes behind you, his resolve breaking and crumbling by the second. “Sweetheart, don’t tease me. We won’t make it out the door if you do.”

A few moments pause, then you speak barely above a whisper, “And what if I want that?”

He locks eyes with you again through the mirror, the silent communication between you both confirming you’re on the same page. The mischief floods his eyes. “Then you’ll get it.”

It was an unconscious decision to place the mirror in front of the bed—the only place where it fit logistically. But Spencer likes to think it was a subconscious decision in that you hoped one day it would serve its purpose in the way you wanted.

Which secretly may have been the way he wanted, but it’s a mutualistic win either way.

He releases you from his arm and walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. Before you can mourn the loss of his warmth he speaks with a low rasp, “Come here.”

You stare at him doe eyed, stunned into paralysis somehow. His smirk only grows wider when he realizes he’s slowly rendering you defenseless. He holds a hand out for you, “Just come here, baby. Want to show you something.”

The autopilot finally kicks in and you take a few steps closer to stand in front of him. Once you’re within reach he slides his hands up the sides of your waist, gently nudging you, “Turn around.”

Satisfied when you listen, his hands pull your hips down to perch you in his lap facing the mirror. He secures your waist with an arm and rubs the other over the expanse of your bare thighs. Your eyes flutter shut with the warm contact flushing through your skin, head falling to rest atop his given your slight height advantage whilst sat on his lap. The position gives him perfect access to the crevice of your neck allowing him to lean up and attach to the sensitive skin there, delicately suckling before moving up to the crest of your ear.

“You know, studies have shown that watching yourself be pleasured through a mirror has proven to be a more intense experience than normal.” 

He hooks his legs around your ankles and parts them open. You gasp at the sudden rush of cold air between your thighs, finding yourself unable to close them even if you tried. He gently grips your jaw and slowly turns your face to meet the mirror again.

“Look how pretty you are sitting on my lap, baby.” he coos, “All pliant and perfect. I could do whatever I want with you,” a soft whine leaves you, he chuckles, “Would you like that? Watch me let me have my way with you?”

“Spence,” you whisper, “I…”

His lips ghost your ear, “What is it, pretty girl? What do you need?”

You whimper as his fingers start to trace tantalizing circles up your legs into your upper thigh. 

“Can’t do anything if you don’t tell me. Be a good girl and use your words.”

You curse softly, “Fuck, W—Want you…to touch me…please.”

Spencer wickedly grins, “Such good manners,” His hand delves between your thighs and lightly traces the outline of your panties, “Want you to watch yourself while I touch you, okay?”

You nod, he stops. You panic, “Y—Yes, okay.”

He finally applies pressure to your core and you let out a shuddered breath, his finger dragging up and down and circling at the top creating a beautifully addicting friction. You moan softly and tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder and he tuts, “Eyes up, sweetheart.”

You’re about to protest when his finger hooks onto the side of your panties and settles between your folds, dipping down to swipe at your entrance and spreading the wetness all over you. A languish moan breaks from your throat as your eyes are fixated on the mirror, watching his hand work in between your legs. Spencer hasn’t taken his eyes off you either, though does he ever, equally entranced at the way you react to his ministrations.

He prods at your hole as you attempt to buck your hips up, his arm clamping you down and closer to him, “It’s okay, shh I got you. Always got you, yeah?” His finger finally slides inside you and you let out a deep groan feeling the motion of him slipping in and out of you so easily, “So wet, baby. Doesn’t take too much to get you like this, huh?”

“Spence…” you whine, “More,,,please.”

“I know, patience, pretty girl.” slyly slipping in a second finger, “Doing so good f’me, look how beautiful you are.”

You force your eyes back to the mirror and a fresh wave of intoxication invades you as you clock the heavy rise and fall of your chest, the lewd sound of his fingers working you to your peak. He was right, you looked hot. It’s like you’ve unlocked a new level of sensuality that you didn’t even know existed and seeing yourself in this way only adds to the building tension.

He speeds up ever so slightly and feels you clench irregularly around his fingers, he lets his thumb drag up to your clit and rub lazy circles around it. The moans fall out of you with no control anymore as you feel your peak approaching fast. Spencer whispers praises, coaxing you closer to the edge, “Look at yourself when you come.”

The dam breaks and gratification floods throughout your body, you watch yourself as you see it take a hold of you so carnally. His fingers don’t stop inside you, slowly working you through your orgasm watching alongside you in the mirror with awe. Eventually he removes himself from your core not breaking eye contact with you as he raises his fingers to your mouth, you opening up without hesitation and swirling your tongue around them. His breath stutters, he’s so in love with you it hurts.

You’re still deep in the haze of coming down from your high, waiting for your senses to calibrate and remember where you even are when the sound of a zipper pulls you back down instead.

“Spence?” you ask breathlessly.

He hums, “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Said I should see what you have underneath, just taking up your offer baby. That okay?” The zipper hits the base of your dress just at the crest of your panties, the rush of air invading your back.

It’s like a click goes off in your head as soon as you’ve fully calmed down and you remember what your initial plan for the night was. A slow grin crawls onto your face.

“More than okay, in fact let me show you.” You stand up slowly making a point to jut your hips back to him as you make a show of sliding the dress down your body.

Now, Spencer is very much used to feeling breathless around you. It’s basically a default setting for him at this point. But as you turn around to face him with the smugly innocent smile on your face and slowly sink to your knees before him clad in the lace set he so bravely thought he could handle with conviction, his heart makes a mockery of him by stopping in protest of the nerve he had.

The clinking of his belt draws his focus back to the moment as he watches you undo it with the button and zipper, nudging him to lift his hips so you can pull them down. He listens blindly like he’s trapped under a spell. The siren effect, the zealous sailor who believes himself to be strong enough to brave the seas for so long only to succumb to the temptations of the siren song.

He never stood a chance.

Your hand comes up to palm him through his boxers, licking your lips with a smirk as you trace over the wet patch. The alternating pressure causes Spencer’s breath to huff deeper, impatiently. He has to suppress a whine when your fingers finally reach his waistband and painstakingly peel it back to take him out.

It’s your turn to tut at him, “You were so talkative just now, don’t stop on my account.” Your thumb and pointer form a ring around him and you slowly drag it up and down his length, tightening around him at different points.

“Baby, don’t tease me please.” he begs.

“What, like you did? I’d never be so cruel, my love.” you say innocently. You lean down and lick a stripe on him from base to tip, letting your tongue swirl around the head. Choked gasps and curses fall from his lips as you sink your mouth down on him, taking him as far back as you can. He tries to feel a little bad as his hand flies to your hair, your beautifully done hair, but he can’t bring himself to care when he hits the back of your throat and you gag a little before pulling back slightly. His hands gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watches with bated breath as you bob your head up and down on him. His eyes wander up behind you, remembering the mirror and the sight staring back at him is so pornographically obscene the loud whimper leaves him without warning.

Much to his soft protests you remove your mouth from and continue to lazily stroke him. He pouts down at you, “Wh–Why’d you stop?”

With another kiss to his tip you rise to your full height and push him back to lie flat on the bed, his legs bent at the edge with the backs of his calves flush with the bed. “Because I want you to come inside me, is that okay?” you say with such blunt honesty it goes straight to his groin.

He swallows hard, “God, yeah sweet girl that’s okay. Come here.”

You move your hands to your back to remove your bra before Spencer protests again, “Wait, keep it on.” 

You raise your eyebrows before grinning widely, “Any other requests?”

“Kiss?”

Your eyes soften, climbing atop him to straddle him on each side of his hips. You cup his jaw gently and lean down pressing your lips gingerly to his, whispering a low “Love you” before pulling back all the way. Spencer gazes up at you like you hold the answers to everything in the universe, like you are the answer to everything in the universe. He would gladly spend the rest of his life searching for the unknown if it meant reaching you at the end of it all.

“Love you too.”

You hook a finger over your panties and drag it to the side and position yourself over him, teasing yourself with his tip before slowly starting to sink down on him. The joint whine from you both rings about the room as you bottom out above him, his hands flying to your hips to hold you in place. He breathes out heavily, trying to think about literally anything else besides how tight you feel wrapped around him, how hard he’s refraining from bucking his hips up into you, how the blissed out look on your face is enough to make him come on sight and he hasn’t even moved at all.

“Feel so full, Spence,” you raise your hips tentatively, “Need to move, please,”

Like he’d ever say no to you. “Okay baby, I got you,”

You start to move with fervor, Spencer’s hand glued to your waist guiding you as you set the pace. You place your hands on his chest to give yourself leverage as you bounce on his cock, lewd moans and curses mixing with the sounds of your bodies meeting and him moving in and out of you.

Spencer feels delirious, meeting your hips as they clamp down on him with his own thrusts. You attempt to quicken your pace, but your wobbly legs cause your hips to stutter irregularly. He senses your struggle and plants his feet on the bed and tugs you to lay on his chest.

“Hold on, okay?”

You hazily nod and let Spencer take over as he ruts up into you at a pace you can barely comprehend. His hands are pressed into your hips so hard you know it’s going to leave beautiful imprints. He groans when you clench around him tightly again, and it’s then you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching fast, “Spence… ‘m close.”

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You can let go.” he whispers.

The second wave of your climax hits you hard, effectively sending your mind in reeling circles before you land back down in his arms. He continues to chase his own high and spills into you a few seconds later, lazily thrusting you both as you ascend back down to this realm.

You lay limp over his body making no intention to move and Spencer going soft inside you. He smooths your hair back while pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

“You look like an angel,” he murmurs with a soft kiss to your nose, “You are an angel.”

A soft smile spreads on your face pressing into his neck with a laugh, “You always say that after.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You lift your head up a little to look into his hazel brown eyes and pepper kisses all over his face before landing soundly on his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, angel.”

“I don’t think we’re going to make our reservation anymore.” you sigh out and wrap your arms around his body, making yourself comfortable atop Spencer. He breathes out, “I already canceled it, don’t worry.”

“What? When did you do that?”

“When I realized you were wearing this dress I called them before I came in to help you.” he admits sheepishly.

You chuckle, “Lost before we even started, think that’s a new record for me.”

He flips you over with a yelp, “Think I need to redeem myself, don’t you think?”

“How do you suppose we do that?”

“I have a couple ideas.”

[nerdlvr]

✩ camgirl

(MDNI)

smut , bff!haechan x camgirl!reader , fingering , supa wet pussy , slight grinding , female masturbation , i love hyuck's hands , honorable mention to his rings , reader and hyuck don't reveal their identities , features a bunch of horny nct members , lmk if i missed anything! , requested here !

"they're gonna love it hyuck- don't be nervous."

he shivered at your touch, watching as you crawled in between his legs, seating yourself in his lap.

"look- this is what they can see." his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

you were seated in his lap, legs spread slightly to reveal your lacy panties, a wet patch already forming on the fabric. he felt his mouth water.

"you sure this is okay?"

you giggled, back shaking against his chest, "yeah hyuck- i trust you. just focus on me- you'll know what to do."

maybe he should've considered how hard this was actually going to be for him. helping your best friend record for her porn stream was definitely not best friend behavior.

.

the moment you had clicked record hyuck's length was already stiff against your back, eyes trained on the way the camera focused on your pussy.

"hi everyone! yes- yes- i guess you guys already noticed- i have a special guest today- give us a wave please teddy-chan."

he raised his hand awkwardly, waving at the computer camera.

you turned to look at him, a sweet smile on your lips, "he's a little shy so lets be nice- it's his first time on stream."

you leaned forward slightly to get a closer look at the comments, your ass pressing against his bulge. he groaned softly to himself bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

"oooou, teddy they said they like your hands, show them off a little hm?" you gave him a reassuring nod, holding your hands out for him to grab.

you held onto his hands, pulling them forward for the audience to see, "nice rings right? look-" you held your hand up next to his, "they're matching!"

he blushed lightly as he looked through the comments, countless fanboys asking if he was your boyfriend.

"comments, comments, they're going so fast! how about we get a donation so we can start- look i'm already so wet just thinking about teddy-chan's hands."

you spread your legs, fingers softly rubbing against the wet patch on your panties.

hyuck felt awkward, hands coming up to pull you closer to his chest, hands accidentally rubbing against your breast.

you let out a soft sigh, leaning your head against his cheek, your bodies getting hotter by the second.

and that's when it pinged!

hit.thejae.spot donated $100 : take the panties off baby!!!

you giggled, fingers quick to tug at the waistband of your underwear, lifting your ass slightly to pull them off, "i thought you guys liked the panties! now you want them off?"

you could feel hyuck's breath against your shoulder, hands hot against your tummy. you turned to whisper in his ear, your voice quiet and soft, " you can hold my legs apart so they can see me, we don't have to go too quick if you don't want to."

he nodded, hands leaving your waist to run along your legs, fingers tight on your skin as he gripped your thighs, spreading you for the camera.

hyuck felt like he couldn't breathe as he looked into the computer. your core was on full display, glistening against the dim lighting coming from the screen.

"look at how wet i am guys- what should i do hm? wanna- i wanna touch myself."

he could hear the fake pout in your voice, your words coming out high pitched and whiny. your fans ate every bit of it up, your sweet act only making them hornier- making hyuck hornier.

ping! sungis.hung donated $250 : let him touch you.

hyuck gulped as he read the donation, heart beating faster against his chest.

"let him touch me? hm what do you think teddy?"

he placed his face against your neck, nodding slowly. you placed a kiss against his cheek, whispering into his ear, "everything at your pace hyuck- i'm right here- you're okay."

one of his hands let go of your thigh, moving it up towards your core. he was hesitant, fingers just barely hovering against your heat when-

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now the comments were directed at him, his eyes scanning through the countless donations, "looks like you guys like teddy-chan more than me huh? guyss don't make me cry- oh!"

hyuck ran his finger along your slit, collecting your juices, before popping the wet finger into his mouth for a taste. you turned your head to watch him, eyes wide.

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his fingers were wet with spit as he pulled them out of his mouth, immediately moving them to run along your core again, collecting your juices as he moved them towards your clit.

you gripped onto his thighs as he began to rub against your sensitive bud, a moan slipping from your lips as you threw your head back on his shoulder.

"doing so good teddy- look at you."

he looked towards the bright screen in front of you, angled perfectly at your wet cunt, his fingers slowly rubbing against your swollen clit.

"fuck hyuck, feels so- fuck."

your whispers were hot against his cheek, your moans filling the space between you two.

"am- am i doing good?"

his free hand gripped your thighs harder, pulling your legs further apart.

"so good baby- so good."

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he chuckled against your neck, fingers running past your folds and towards your leaking hole, pressing slowly.

the mewl you let out as he sunk his fingers into your cunt was like music to his ears, cock painfully straining against his pants as you pressed your body against his.

"stay still tiny, you're gonna hurt yourself."

his dull nails scrapped against your walls, the slight stretch burning your core. "teddy- please, want more."

ping! jen.gobark donated $550 : you heard her teddy, fuck her with your fingers man.

you moved your arm behind you, hand reaching for hyuck's hard length, squeezing the tense muscle, "need you hyuck- fuck me."

your wish was his command, fingers sliding in and out of you, your juices squelching against his hand.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you focused on his movements, long fingers running along your pulsing walls. your body tensed as he reached his knuckles, cold rings pressing against your hot cunt.

"teddy- oh my, teddy please."

he smirked into your skin, lips planting soft kisses along your neck as his fingers picked up speed.

ping! ping! ping! ping!

any donations and comments were drowned out by the sound of your growing moans, pussy gushing around his fingers.

"you like that angel? just a little bit more okay? i can feel you squeezing my fingers baby- i know you're close."

your only response was a half nod, head reeling at the pressure building in your stomach. his free hand let go of your thigh, leg weak and bruised by now, and placed it on your sensitive clit, rubbing harshly.

"hy-teddy, oh- oh- oh!"

he chuckled at your slip up, fingers only moving quicker against your core, shutting you up.

your hands moved forward to grip his wrists, trying to stop his movements as your stomach clenched, pussy releasing your sweet juices against his harsh fingers.

"too- too much, teddy ow- ow."

you tried to push him off of you, body twitching as he removed his fingers, his other hand still languidly rubbing against your clit.

"i got you- i got you."

he rubbed your belly, fingers letting go of your abused clit, his soft lips planting a kiss on your cheek.

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[aemondapologistfrfr]

Insatiable

aemond x wife!reader

Summary: A collection of Aemond and you taking advantage of ovulation week. 

Warnings: 18+ breeding kink, swearing, oral(m+f), fingering, p in v, public, dry humping, incorrect explanation/medical information bc its medieval and they actually don’t know anything abt women! 

Authors Note: the plot is being desperate for aemond so 🤷🏼‍♀️ this wasn’t on my w.i.p. bc it was written spontaneously in one sitting x 

Word Count: 3.7k i think this might just be pure filth like fr

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You have had the most intense need for Aemond the past two days. Anytime you’re both alone you’re on him begging for him to take you. This morning is no different as you beg on your knees blocking him from leaving your shared chambers. He stands above you with an amused smile on his face as you pout and bring your hands up to his thighs. 

“Husband, please.” you bat your eyelashes at him. “Gods please, please,” your pleas but a whisper. “Aemond, please. Let me just suck your cock before you train. Please?” his eye bulges at your brazen words. 

“You should hear yourself.” he says lowly as he tilts your chin up. “Utterly indecent.” he clicks his tongue watching you rub your thighs together. 

“Aem,” you whine pressing your forehead against his thighs. “Please,” your begging is going straight to his cock and he feels his control slipping. “Husband,” his fingers are tugging at his laces on his trousers the next second. “Thank you, Aemond.” you sit up quickly and pull his trousers down. You reach in and free him, bringing his tip to your mouth quickly. 

“Better, my needy little wife?” he groans as you suck harshly on his tip. You hum around him, lashing your tongue against his tip. When his droplets meet your tongue your eyes flutter shut and you suck him down your throat. “Fuck,” he lets out a throaty moan bracing his hands on the wood door behind you. 

You start to bob your head quickly while clenching your thighs and listening to his soft pants. His hips softly jerk and you moan around him matching your pace to his. You pull almost all the way off of him to suck and lap at his tip. Your fingers wrap around his shaft and pump him as you worship his tip. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck as you quickly pump him watching his stomach flex. He groans as his forehead presses to the door next as he lets out soft curses. 

Aemond can’t help but jerk his hips into your hands and mouth and when he looks down at you he sees you watching him with devotion. You start to suck down his length again and you feel him twitch down your throat. You smile, hollowing your cheeks as his seed starts to fill your mouth. You hum contently as you suck down everything he gives you. He pulls you off of him with a heaving chest and you help him back into his pants. He helps you stand and pulls you against his chest. 

“Thank you.” you mumble into his jerkin. “Do you think when you’re done training you could fill my cunny next?” you look up at him and smile seeing his cheeks flush. 

“I have some things that need tending to today.” he chuckles as a frown forms on your face. 

“Are they more important than filling your wife?” he clenches his jaw, willing his heart to stop racing. “I’m already dripping for you.” you grab his hand and guide it under your night dress. “I need you so badly, Aem.” you whine as he slides his finger down your slit watching you squirm in his arms. 

“We will both have to have some patience today.” he says through his teeth as he dips his finger into your warm cunt. You beg and plead him as he slowly pumps his finger before slowly pulling it out and trailing it back up your slit. “I’ll be back.” he presses his lips to your forehead before slipping his finger in his mouth and looking at you with a dark eye. “My sweet wife.” he hums and slips out the door behind you. 

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When Aemond walks into your shared chambers after his meetings he quickly shuts the doors hoping no one heard your whimpers. As he walks up the stairs he sees that you’re spread out across the bed in one of his tunics with your hand buried between your thighs. Your other hand is squeezing your breast above the material as your fingers circle your bud. You hear his footsteps and peel your eyes open as soft whimpers leave your lips. 

“Aemond,” your chest heaves as your fingers speed up. His fingers grab onto the hem of the tunic and he pulls it up and over your head. 

“What has gotten into you?” he chuckles as you grab his hand and bring it to replace your own between your thighs. He watches your eyes shut again as your hips roll against his fingers. He dips two fingers into your core and you moan loudly arching off the bed. “Spread your legs more for me.” he pats your thigh with his other hand and he settles between them. He brings his face down to watch your pleasure coat his fingers. His tongue flicks against your bud pulling gasps from you. 

“Gods Aem, yes,” you whine when he curls his fingers. He slams his fingers into you as his tongue circles around your throbbing bud. Your whimpers spur him on to lash against you faster as they become more broken and high pitched. “Aemond,” your legs slam around his head as your pleasure bursts through you. He pulls his fingers out quickly and soon his tongue is in their place lapping at your release. 

“Is this what you do when I’m not here?” he pulls back and looks at your heaving chest. “Hm?” he hums, starting to circle his thumb against your bud. “You sit here and play with your cunny?” your fingers grip around his wrist as your legs start to tremble. “Gods you’ve been no better than a common whore these past couple of days.” he starts to kiss up your body while his thumb continues to swirl. “Should I take the day tomorrow and just fill you?” he chuckles as you nod your head.

“Yes, please yes.” you nod your head as you feel your stomach tighten. His teeth take your nipple and your eyes roll back as your pleasure is pushed over the edge. Aemonds tongue circles the bud he bit before kissing across to your other as he slowly continues to slide his fingers through your wetness. 

“I’ll see what I can do.” he lifts up and presses his lips to yours as he starts to untangle from you. 

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Aemond had moved most of his meetings to the early morning in hopes that you will still be abed by the time he is done. As he’s walking down the hall to his next meeting he’s greeted by you turning the corner. He watches your face flush as your teeth dig into your lip and he groans knowing he’s going to be late to this meeting. You take quick steps and stop in front of him and look up at him with a small pout. 

“You didn’t even wake me to say goodbye.” you press your hands on his chest. 

“That’s because I would’ve had to say ‘goodbye’ to you for an hour.” he smiles resting his hands on top of yours. “I only have two more meetings and I’ll be done for the day.” he watches you step another foot closer pressing yourself against him. 

“Aem.” you whine softly. 

“Can you really not wait?” he cups your cheeks knowing he’ll be dragging you into the nearest tunnel entrance in a minute. 

“I need you.” his hands leave your face at your words and grabs your hand quickly leading you down an empty hall. He looks around and nods when he finds the alcove. He presses the door open and helps you in and clicks the door shut behind the both of you. When he turns you grab his face and pull him down to your lips. 

“This is going to be quick. I’m to be in the library in ten minutes.” he flips you and presses your front against the stone and starts to lift your skirts. “Of course you have nothing on under here.” he shakes his head as he’s met by your slick cunt. He grabs your ass and you arch back into him and press your cheek against the stone. He unlaces his trousers quickly and is soon pressing his tip around your wetness. 

“Aemond,” you pant and your nails dig into the cool stone as he presses into you. He snaps his hips into you, pulling a loud moan from you. “Please.” you squeeze around him and he groans, digging his fingers into your hips. 

“What are you begging for now?” he chuckles at your small whines. 

“Fill me. Aemond please.” you roll your hips back into him and he snaps his hips into you harder. You lean back into him and with every snap of his hips he pulls a gasp from your lips. “Mm yes,” you pulse around him and smile as you feel his seed pour into you. He keeps pumping into you as you shake in his arms. “Thank you Aem.” you hum as he pulls out. He groans watching his seed slide down your thighs before he pulls your skirts back down. 

“Of course, my needy wife.” he presses his lips to yours. “Go back to our chambers and I’ll be there in a couple hours.” you nod as he helps you out of the tunnels. 

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“I’m sorry I’m late, Grand Maester.” Aemond quickly takes a seat at the table across from the man. 

“Do not worry, my Prince.” he offers Aemond a smile. “What is it that you needed to discuss?” he nods prompting him to speak. 

“How can I tell if my wife is with child?” he feels his cheeks flush as the Grand Maester smiles. 

“When was her last moon blood?” the maester asks and Aemond nibbles his lip, counting the days.

“About a fortnight ago,” he nods. 

“Why do you think she’s with child?” he raises his brow and Aemond knows his cheeks must be bright red now. Gods he should’ve gone to someone else first but he wanted someone with the proper knowledge but divulging this to a maester? 

“My wife has been particularly.. insatiable.” he avoids the maesters eye contact. 

“I see,” Aemond can hear the smile in his voice and he’s absolutely mortified. 

“Nevermind. Speak of this to no one.” Aemond rises rapidly and the maester stands with him. 

“My Prince, a moment.” he calls out. “That is a side effect of carrying a child, yes.” he nods his head. “But as you’ve told me it’s only been two weeks since her last moon blood I’m thinking it could be what we call ovulation.” Aemond scrunches his brows unfamiliar with the term. 

“And what is that then?” he purses his lips still not happy to be in this conversation regardless of whether he prompted it or not. 

“During the years of study we’ve been able to learn more about the woman’s body and what happens monthly along with the moon blood. Many tend to have an influx in certain.. needs around two weeks before their next blood. We think it has something to do with the body being ready to carry a child. It’s still being studied but I wouldn’t be surprised if she is carrying a child soon if what you speak is true.” the maester offers all of the knowledge he knows and Aemond nods, not understanding a thing he is speaking about. 

“Thank you, Grand Maester.” he turns and begins walking to his next meeting, taking a mental note to find books on this. 

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After his talk with the Grand Maester yesterday he kept you awake all night until he was spent. Gods the thought of you carrying his child had him.. what was that word the maester used? Ovulating. If you were ovulating then so was he. When he woke this morning the view of you in the soft golden light had his cock stirring. He pulled the blankets down your body and groaned watching your skin pebble. Your eyes blink open as he brushes his fingers across your cheek. He rolls over on top of you and you melt into him as he presses his lips to yours. 

You wrap your legs around his waist as he slides his tip up your slit. Your hands bury themselves into his unbound hair as it curtains around you. He continues to rock his hips into yours as you hold him closer. He kisses down your neck and sucks softly as you whimper beneath him. He reaches between the both of you as lines himself up with your entrance. As he pushes into you, your breath catches as you arch into him. 

“Aemond,” your fingers tighten in his hair as he starts a slow rhythm.  He kisses his way back up to your mouth sealing your lips together. His hips start to fall into yours quicker causing you to gasp into his mouth. “Yes, please,” your hands move to his back and hold him closer as he rolls his hips into yours after every thrust. 

“I’m going to keep filling you with my seed until I’m sure you’re carrying our child.” you hold him tighter at his words. “That’s what you want right?” he lifts up and watches your face scrunch with pleasure. “Your little cunnys telling you it wants to be filled? Hm?” he chuckles, feeling your legs shake around his waist. 

“Please, Aemond yes,” you whine rocking your hips with his. “Fill me, please. I want to grow our child. Please let me.” he presses his forehead against yours as his thrusts become erratic. “My husband please,” you arch up into him. “Let me give you children, Aemond.” your toes curl as your pleasure approaches. 

“My perfect wife.” he grunts, still snapping his hips into yours. “I’ll keep you bred and filled on this bed until you’re swollen with my seed.” his words push you over the edge and your eyes roll back as you fall apart. You shutter as he fills you, continuing to slowly rock into you. “Go back to bed. I’ll wake you when I’m ready to fill you again.” he kisses you softly before he rolls back over and pulls you against his chest. 

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Aemond needs to know what the maester was talking about at their meeting. He makes his way to the library after making sure you were overly satisfied and tucked into bed for a nap. He refuses to ask for help in finding the section and starts where he believes it would be. He lets out a relieved sigh when he finds a couple different books and gathers them before bringing them to a table. A servant scurries over and offers him a couple candles before giving him his space. 

The accountings of the maesters tell him more than the Grand Maester did and he was thankful for taking the time. He was shocked to find out how thorough these maesters were doing their studies and was looking forward to seeing these signs appear on you. Thinking about your breasts swelling had his mouth watering. The sensitivity your body will feel when he presses his lips against you. His breathing deepens as he keeps reading and thinking about you growing with his child. He snaps the book shut when someone touches his shoulder. 

“What are you studying so dutifully?” he relaxes at your soft voice. You walk slowly around the front of his chair and he looks up at you with a raised brow. 

“Why do you have a cloak on?” he starts to open the fabric to pull it off only to be greeted by your bare body. “Gods,” he hisses. “We are in the library.” he silently scolds you yet still brings his hands to your waist and pulls you closer. He pulls the tie and the cloak slips to the ground as you stand between his legs. His eye travels over your chest that’s littered with his bite marks and as he looks between your thighs he can see the trail of your mixed pleasure from earlier still leaking down your legs.  

“I can be quiet.” you bite your lip. 

“No you cannot.” he chuckles, pulling you onto his lap and bringing his hands up to your breasts. “Do you like that someone could just walk over here and see how you’re begging for me? See how desperate you are?” he pinches your nipples and you let out a soft whine. 

“Please Aemond,” your body shutters as you grind against his trousers. 

“Take what you want then.” he smirks and sits back watching you hump against him. 

“I want you to touch me.” you whine into his neck as you rock your hips. “Please Aem,” you press your lips to his neck. “I need you to touch me, please I’ll- 

“Gods be quiet.” he puts his hand over your mouth. “The whole Keep will know what’s going on.” he groans as you continue to rock against his cock. His thumb moves to brush against your bud and you moan into his palm. He watches as your eyes squeeze shut the faster he circles his thumb and the way you shutter. He sees your pleasure ripples through you and onto his trousers. 

“We need to go to our chambers.” you nod with a heaving chest. He grabs the discarded cloak and wraps it around you once more. He leads you out of the library not bothering to put the books back. He tugs you along with him half tempted to pick you up to get you in bed quicker. His cock is straining against his trousers and he can feel the wet spot that you left behind. 

“Aem, slow down.” you whine and squeeze his hand. He groans and picks you up and continues to your chambers. You pout and dig your fingers into his back to which he responds with a quick spank. “Aemond.” you gasp. 

“What?” he chuckles, taking the last corner to your chambers. He opens the doors and thuds them closed behind us. He walks over to the bed and drops you back on it, watching the cloak open along with your legs. 

“Please,” you look up at him, spreading your legs wider. He unlaces his trousers and pushes them down enough to free himself. He coats himself in your wetness before pushing into you. “Yes.” you softly gasp as he starts to rock into you. He pushes the cloak open and grabs your breasts roughly as he snaps his hips into yours. 

“My perfect and eager wife.” he feels you squeezing around him tightly. “Going to be swollen with our child soon. I know it.” he grunts, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours desperately. You whine into his mouth as he ruts into you. Your high tears through you and you feel him fill you a second later. 

“Thank you Aemond,” you hold him tightly as he keeps pushing into you. “More,” your legs wrap around him and he chuckles. 

“Let me undress.” he kisses you softly before pulling your limbs off of him. “Pull off your cloak.” you whine sitting up and untying it from your chest. You toss it off the bed and sit up watching him slowly pull his clothes off. After his last piece of clothing hits the ground he starts walking over to you and you spread your legs for him. “Gods,” he rasps watching his seed leak out of you. 

“Please.” you reach out for him. “Please Aemond,” you whine. 

“Shh,” he shushes as he settles between your legs. He trails his hand between your thighs and slides his fingers through your wet core. He pushes two fingers in with ease and watches as your eyes shut. He feels your body tremble as he kisses across your chest before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His teeth tease the hard peak and your fingers tangle in his hair. 

“Yes.” you gasp grinding against his hand. “Aem, yes,” his thumb begins to swirl around your bud. Your body is vibrating with pleasure as he coaxes more out of you. He pulls his fingers out of you only to replace them with his cock. “Aemond,” you moan loudly. He lifts up from your chest and looks down to watch as he repeatedly buries himself in your dripping cunt.

Aemond watches your stomach flex and your breasts bounce with every thrust. Your mouth is open as the most obscene sounds come from you along with his name. You open your eyes and look up at Aemonds flushed face and his eye locks with yours. You cup his face and bring his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and sensual as he starts to slowly rock his hips into yours. He thrusts start to become harder, pulling soft gasps from you. 

“You’re taking me so well.” he whispers, boxing your head in with his arms. “I can’t wait to see you grow with our child. My beautiful wife.” he presses his forehead to yours. Your fingers dig into his back as your toes curl with pleasure. He groans as you pulse around him and his hips falter. He regains his composure and starts to push into you frantically chasing his pleasure. You squirm beneath him with whimpers falling from your mouth continuously. 

Aemond chuckles listening to you babble incoherently as your legs fall limply to your sides. He snaps his hips quicker into you while your fingers dig into his arm as you feel as if pleasure is never ending. A sigh comes from deep within you as you feel him start to fill you. His thrusts become slow as he kneels back and pulls out of you causing soft gasps to pour from your mouth at every inch. 

“Perfect.” he groans, flipping you both over so you rest against his chest. You whine when you feel him slip back inside you and slowly roll your hips against him. “Rest.” he runs his fingers up your spine, softly jerking his hips up into you. 

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Letters from a Yandere Vampire

December 7th, 1886

Dear y/n,

Please do not think me presumptuous for writing to you so soon, but my heart would give me no rest. I have been unable to stop thinking of you since our encounter at the Duke's soiree.

Perhaps it is my countenance or perhaps my foreign heritage, but London's débutantes seem to find me positively frightful. I had resigned myself to yet another evening of disappointment when you introduced yourself to me.

In all my travels, I have met few ladies with your boldness of spirit. You transformed my dour evening into one of unimaginable enjoyment.

I have included with my letter some pressed flowers from my native Transylvania. You expressed much interest in the botany of my homeland and I hope these will intrigue you.

Your interest in my travels is remarkably flattering. And, if I may be so bold, may I invite you to a dinner at my salon? I have much still to share.

Yours sincerely,

Count Nicolae Drăculești

December 17th, 1886

My dearest y/n,

How I enjoyed our evening together! When we danced, I felt my soul set afire. In my travels, none have so captivated me.

Do not think me hasty, but I have sent my messenger with a gift. I can think of no better place for these jewels than around your neck. Please, accept them with my most sincere compliments.

You amused me very much when you pointed out my teeth. My fangs are indeed much longer and sharper than a normal man's. Perhaps you wish to feel their sharpness against your skin?

The nights grow longer and colder. Do you dislike the winter darkness, I wonder. Or do you only long for someone to share it with, as I do?

Ah, forgive my rambling! I'm writing to ask if you will allow me the privilege of escorting you to the Yuletide ball? I can think of no finer gift to celebrate Christmas.

I must soon depart for my home and I insist on spending more time together before then.

Yours,

Nicolae Drăculești

December 25th, 1886

My love,

Merry Christmas! I walked through the untouched snow and even London seemed beautiful and pure.

In this cold, I can think of nothing but having you with me. A day without you is an eternity past.

It seems I have been waiting for you for centuries. Is it to bold to say you are the woman of my dreams? Forgive this fool his insolence, but when I write to you I feel possessed.

You have asked me at length about my aversion to the Church and silver. You are such a logical creature but there are some things beyond the realm of science.

Seek to know no more, for both our sakes.

Another matter has been bothering me of late. I have noticed Lord Lancaster has expressed an interest in you.

The man fawns over you like a slobering hound. As your companion, it is my duty to advise against him. He is unworthy of your attention, much less your sympathy. 

Surely you see that it is you and I that are the more compatible match?

Ever yours,

Nicușor

January 1st, 1887

Dear,

I wished to keep you ignorant of my nature. And yet, you have seen me unmasked. A creature of the night.

It was your blood that did it. A single drop was all it took for my instinct to take over.

I hope you are unhurt. If I were in my right mind, I never would have pinned you against the wall as I did. I never would have forced my kiss upon you.

I could hear your heart racing when I showed you my fangs. Why did you not scream?

Did I fighten you into silence? Or was it something else?

You asked me what you are to me and at the time I had no answer to give. Are you my prey? My meal?

I have spent all night in thought and still I fear uttering these words.

You are my beloved.

My heart belongs entirely to you, wretched and sinful though it may be. No blood is sweeter than yours.

I burn for you, my darling.

I grow agitated at each day that passes when we are not together. My treacherous mind plays such awful tricks on me. Surely you have not cast me aside for another? Or worse, have I frightened you beyond redemption?

Oh, banish the thought! Who has your affection? Your love?

Please, put my poor heart at ease. Meet me in the gazebo at the end of your garden after sunset.

I cannot bear to be parted from you much longer.

Ever your slave,

Nicușor

y/n,

My castle must be prepared for your arrival and I have set forth with great haste to do so. In case you awake before my return, I've left you this letter.

You are currently on board a private train car bound for Transylvania. Do not attempt to leave. My guards have strict orders to ensure you reach home.

You are changed, my dear.

I have bitten you and transformed you into a creature like myself. Upon our final meeting, I intended only to say goodbye. You are too fine and beautiful a creature to be wasted on the likes of me.

But when I saw you in the moonlight, I could not help myself.

You are so beautiful. So bright and lively. You are what my cold halls have lacked all these many years.

My love, I drank your blood. Every drop of it. Nothing in my centuries of existence has ever tasted so sweet, so right.

It can be frightening, I know. But do not despair.

The light of the sun will forever be out of reach, but there are a thousand traits you've gained. Strength. Speed. Immortality.

The grave will never taste your flesh, old age will never hound at your door.

As I am the one who changed you, I am also your Lord and Master. The bond between us is forged in blood. Wherever I go, you must always follow. If I am to die, so shall you. If I am to command, you must obey.

It is a tight leash and not one of my devising, I assure you.

I intend to be your partner and not your Lord. So for both our sakes, my love, do not give me cause to use that power.

You and I have all eternity together. Does it please you as it does me?

I have longed for a bride for centuries. You cannot imagine the loneliness. And in all those years, none have impressed themselves upon my heart as you have.

I have stolen you from the sunshine and into my world of night and blood. I have ripped away any hope of heaven and salvation. No God now, no church or altar.

I am a rogue and a thief and still I beg of you. Please love, do not hate me.

I've made you into my vampire bride.

Your husband,

Nicușor Drăculești

[bizarrelovetriangel]

no time.

mdni. 18+ only. not for the kids, please look away. car sex. public sex. kinda rough sex. fingering. overstimulation. creampie because zayne loves them. jealous zayne.

You, along with Captain Jenna and several other hunters, have been invited to attend a formal party hosted by one of the association's long time business partners.

You were allowed to bring a plus-one, so naturally, you brought your lover; however...

Zayne finds himself eager to leave the event as he struggles to restrain himself.

You were encouraged to attend the party. Firstly, you're in good terms with the host, and it'd be a nice gesture to accept their invitation. Secondly, most of your colleagues will be attending. Lastly, the setting is lovely: a mansion by a cliffside.

It is a little far from the city, but you figured a little road trip with Zayne wouldn't be too bad. You two have not gone on a date in a while due to your busy schedules, so this can be considered as one.

Zayne asked you what you will be wearing for the party so he can match your colors, so you sent him a picture of your dress: a navy blue, floor-length chiffon dress, off-shoulder with a left high-slit.

That's why, when he showed up at your apartment two hours before the party, you were not expecting him to freeze and look at you starstruck as he stood by the doorframe of your bedroom.

"What's wrong? Zayne?"

You waved a hand in front of his face, and he snaps out of the trance before intertwining your fingers together and planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"You look beautiful."

He says that to you so often. When you're wearing a pretty dress, when you're wearing your work uniform, when you're wearing pajamas, and when you're wearing nothing at all. Even so, it never fails to make you feel flustered.

And no matter how many times says it, Zayne's ears are always turning red. His eyes would shift away from your face for a brief second, because he, too, still gets shy.

"Thank you." You smiled and run a hand over his chest, particularly to feel the navy blue cross-over tie he wore with his three-piece steel blue and white suit . "You look great too, Doctor Zayne~"

He gives you a look: that playful frown with furrowed brows that he likes to give you whenever you add his title before his name. He says you don't have to add 'doctor' when you're in private, but you can't help but do it sometimes simply to get that adorable reaction on his face.

"Anyways, just give me five minutes then we can go. I just need to pin this stupid strand of hair that doesn't wanna stay down!"

While you returned to stand in front of the mirror, furiously mumbling under your breath while fixing your hair, Zayne crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame to observe your dress again. This time he lets his eyes slowly take everything in.

From the silver necklace you wore on your neck, to your soft shoulders, your chest with that slightly teases the valley of your breasts, your smooth thigh exposed by the slit of the skirt, and your feet on your black high-heels.

"Ugh! Still won't stay in place! What if I just cut them off - Zayne?!"

Your hair tantrum was interrupted as Zayne suddenly came up behind you and wrapped arm around your waist, embracing you against his chest.

His lips trailed down, starting from your neck, down to your collar bones, and then to your cleavage.

"Zayne - "

He got your lips too.

And now, his mouth is smeared with red lipstick that painted your own.

You pulled away to point that out but he immediately went after your lips, going in deeply so his tongue grazes yours. You closed your eyes and gave in, sinking into the blissful feeling he's giving you.

Just then, your phone makes a ping, notifying you of a message and bringing you back to reality.

You caught a glimpse of your lockscreen and saw that the text was from Simone, letting the group chat know that she will be arriving at the party in about thirty minutes.

"Oh no!" You jumped away from Zayne as you frantically picked up your purse. "We have to get go! We're gonna be late!"

"Right."

For someone who likes to be punctual, Zayne didn't look like he's in a rush to leave, but you didn't have the time to worry about that now.

///////

There was quite a number of guests in the party. Not only are there hunters invited, other business partners are also parading all around the mansion, drinking cocktails as they socialize.

Not too long after you got there, you greeted your fellow hunters and took a few group pictures. The event's host had quickly chatted with all of you before her attention was stolen away by other important visitors, leaving you to enjoy the delicious food prepared for the night.

All the meals are out on three tables so that the guests can get anything they want. After filling your stomachs with savory food, you returned for another trip to get dessert.

Zayne got stuck in a long conversation after meeting another doctor around his sixties, so you decided to get some sweet treats for him too.

While at the desserts table, you ran into a familiar face: a high-ranking police officer that you've worked with several times around Linkon Wanderer-incidents.

"No way! It's been a while since I saw you!" He beams, rushing over to you and almost spilling his red wine on his white suit. "You look great! Been working out, huh? Your biceps are getting bigger than mine."

He reached out a hand to press your right arm playfully.

"Heh. I have been working out, actually." Ever since you started working out with Zayne, you've been more motivated and saw good results in no time.

"You still got ways to catch up to me though." The police man says teasingly while flexing his arms, making you chuckle.

As he was giving you a pose to show off his muscles, a much bigger and taller man comes up behind him, clearing his throat.

"Here you are, darling. I thought you'd gotten lost."

Zayne walked in front of you, completely blocking off your view of the police man.

"Ah, sorry! I was just getting you dessert." You held up the plate to show him what you got. "I had to get the most perfect macaron for you."

The corner of Zayne's lips twitched upwards as you took one blue macaron with one hand. He leaned down to give it a small bite. "It's good." He then put a hand on your waist. "Maybe we should take extras to bring home and eat later before bed."

"Pfft. You'd eat them all in the car on the way back."

He eyes you with disbelief. "I have better self control than you think."

"That's what you said last time before eating my Taiyaki."

Zayne had no good excuses so he opted out on responding to you. Instead, his gaze landed on your friend, who almost shivered at the sudden cold breeze he felt.

"I better get back to my table! It was good to see you again! Let's catch up some time, okay?"

"Sure! See you!"

////////

You paused from taking a sip of your non-alcoholic drink.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying dessert."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You....."

From under the table, hidden by the white cloth, Zayne had a hand on your left thigh, the leg exposed from the dress' slit. At first, you didn't mind it, as he likes to do that sometimes. Though, once he started moving up, dangerously close to your underwear, you gripped your glassware tightly.

The lights are dimmed. The host is giving a speech about why they held the party, which is to celebrate a milestone regarding their business. You're trying your best to pay attention but someone is distracting you.

Your chair was pulled to the left, leaving no space between you and Zayne. His hand continued to crawl up until you felt his fingers between your thighs.

"Zayne..."

He leaned close to you and whispered, "Shall we head home?"

"...Not yet. They're still giving a speech."

He hums in response.

Then, over your panty, his fingers started sliding up and down, ever so slightly putting a gentle pressure into your core.

You forced yourself to drink to stop yourself from making any noise that'll attract attention on you. Luckily, your table is at the back, and there's a safe distance between you and the others around you.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home? You don't look well." Zayne uses his free hand to caress your face. "You're getting hot. Maybe you should see a doctor."

"...."

He's certainly in a mood.

You should've known something stirred inside him when you caught his eyes darkening after you spoke with your policeman friend.

"Just....a few more minutes...."

///////

Zayne grips the steering wheel of his car as he focuses on the dark road ahead. He lets out a slow, ragged breath, wanting to accelerate faster but refusing to break the safest speed limit, especially since they're on the mountainside road and so high up. He has to drive carefully.

But it was difficult to focus on anything when he has a beautiful lover next to him and a straining cock trapped in his pants.

He did that to himself. He was the one that started it, and yet, he can't even keep himself in control long enough to get home.

He wanted you.

But he was also feeling irked. Not at you, but at the memory of that guy touching your arm. Maybe you didn't catch it, but Zayne did. The way your friend's eyes scanned you up and down before approaching you.

What was that saying? You can look, but you can't touch?

Your friend failed the second part. Sure, it was just your arm, but still...

"Ugh."

Zayne exits at a resting area and stops the car at a designated parking spot. At this time, it's almost pitch black and there are no other cars and people around. It's just you two and the stars and the moon above you.

"What's wrong?" you asked worriedly. "Is something wrong with the car or - "

Zayne removes his seatbelt then turns to you. "Nothing's wrong."

"Huh? So then why did we stop - "

He leans over towards you and presses his lips against yours. His right hand clicked on the button to unfasten your seatbelt before holding your hips.

His tongue makes its way in your mouth to greet yours as he pulls you close with desperation. You encouraged his forwardness by gripping his collars and running one hand down his chest.

Zayne hums against your lips as he exerts more force into the kiss, sliding one hand down to your exposed thigh.

He needed you closer.

He swiftly adjusted his seat, scooting it all the way back. He then put one arm under both of your legs and the other arm on your back.

You let out a surprise gasp as Zayne picked you up from your seat and put you on his lap. It didn't take a second for you to notice his arousal poking hard against your ass.

You were so busy in trying to keep yourself calm, to stop yourself from soaking your panties even more, so you didn't notice that Zayne was feeling just as turned on as you.

You had only been in the road for about fifteen minutes before he pulled over. You still had about a fourty to fifty minutes more to go to reach your apartment, a little more if the destination was his house.

Zayne couldn't wait anymore and neither could you.

You fixed your position so that you're facing him, legs wrapped around his hips, sitting on his clothed cock.

Before you could kiss him, Zayne buried his face against your neck and sucks your skin while his hands urges your hips to move back and forth.

You threw your head back to give him more space, doing as he wished and started to grind on him slowly.

You hurriedly removed his jacket and vest and unbuttoned his white buttoned up shirt just enough for you to feel his bare chest that's all warmed up with desire.

Once he left his mark on your neck, Zayne moved down to leave an identical one on your collar bones, then he presses his nose against the valley of your breast before dropping soft, feather kisses on them.

"Darling, I can't.... I need..." He takes a moment to catch his breath and speak fully. "I need you now. Here."

You rested your forehead against his. "Me too."

Zayne looked at you carefully, making sure you're certain with your response, before fully dropping all of his restraints.

He took off his glasses and put them in a safe spot before diving back to your lips with aggressive yet passionate kisses.

The sounds of your lips colliding against each other, along with your heavy breaths and fidgeting lower bodies were the only noise that can be heard in the dark, resting area.

With one hand supporting the small of your back, Zayne pulls your dress down and his mouth captures your right breast. His other hand found its way to your underwear, fingers toying with your core just like what he was doing earlier.

He lets out a content hiss at the feeling of your wet panty.

You're wet just for him and only for him.

"Zayne," you cried out his name as his fingers moved aside your underwear before entering you deeply, then out and in again at an uncontrollable pace.

He groans against your ear, taking one of your hands and bringing it to his crotch. You stroke him over his pants for a moment before undoing his buttons and zipper. You freed him from his boxers, and his stiff cock stained your palms with pre-cum.

Zayne felt you tightening up against his fingers, causing him to growl impatiently. He waited long enough. He wanted you the moment he stepped into your room and saw you wearing the dress with hair partly a mess. He can't wait another second.

He needs to be inside you.

"I'm sorry for this, love."

Before you could ask what he meant, your eyes widened as you felt your panty get torn off you. He lifted you up and thrusted into you, carefully but sharply with desperation.

He went in deeply and held you in place for a minute, taking in the warmth you'd sent all over his body. You felt him twitch as his eyes lingered on your face lit by the moonlight.

You eyes are half-lidded, your lips are parted apart, and quiet moans are coming from them, all because of him.

No one else gets to see you like this, and it will stay that way forever.

Closing his eyes, Zayne captured your lips once more before thrusting up to reach the deepest part of you. Your hands rested on his shoulders, echoing his ragged, loud gasps as you become one.

He grips your ass tightly as you rode him. Your hair that you worked so hard on maintaining had fallen out of place, but you still look beautiful. He'll always ravish the sight of you becoming undone because of him.

The windows have fogged up, and flakes of snow filled the steamy air inside the car. As Zayne feels himself losing control of his own body, his evol acts up and the sweat from your bodies have been turned to ice. His body was burning up with desire and yet, snowflakes danced around you.

His hips thusted eratically as he feels himself coming close. His fingers tightened their grip on your skin, and his mouth latches onto yours, muting the ecstatic cries that you let out.

Feeling your own climax nearing, you pressed your weight down on him harder, making sure that you feel all of him, and he feels every part of you.

The car was shaking from your movements, and your ears were filled with the sound of your flesh crashing against each other.

Zayne threw his head back with his eyes closed as his hips stuttered right before finishing right inside you. And yet still, he never stopped fucking you.

Even when you came not a minute after, he continued to go in and out of you. Even when you're both overstimulated, he wanted to prolong the moment.

He wanted to stay inside you, just for a little longer, until his body no longer had the energy to move.

"Zayne...!"

His cock slipped out of you, only for him to enter your ass.

"J-just once more, okay?" He kissed your forehead as he increased his pace again. You shut your eyes at the overwhelming sensation, feeling like you were going to explode.

He felt so, so good, all you could do was hold onto his shoulders and whimper.

You were so sure his fingers were going to leave marks on your skin with the way he was hanging onto you, but you didn't care. Not now, not when he looks so pretty, with his cheeks red, swollen, red-stained lips apart as he gasps for air. Not when he's fucking you without a care in the world except for his own high.

Zayne came for the second time, spilling all over your dress that were bunched up above your hips. You two took a moment to catch your breaths, with his cock pressed against your pussy, still twitching from his release.

He took a deep breath before pressing his lips on your cheek. "I'm sorry for going a little rough. Are you hurt anywhere?"

Your heart swelled at the softness in his voice. "I'm not hurt. I don't mind, Zayne. I don't mind when you lose control. Although...." you smiled and cupped his face with two hands. "You don't need to be jealous."

He pressed his forehead against yours. "So you caught on..."

"Of course I did." you grinned. "But you don't need to worry. There's no competition. There's only you."

He said nothing else. He planted a soft kiss on your hand and his eyes brightened as he gazed at you. He didn't need to say it out loud, but his eyes were full of love. That's all you needed to see.

"It's late." Zayne sighs, glancing at the time displayed on the car. "We still got a long way home."

"I don't mind."

"Neither do I."