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ateezscupid · 5 months ago

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─── FEB FILTH FEST: Call Out My Name - DOM & SUB ♡

SUMMARY / You woke up needy, and Hongjoong helped.

warnings ✩ PORN LINK, SMUT, DOM/SUB dynamics, soft!dom hongjoong, fem!reader, sub!reader, vanilla sex, daddy kink, praise, not really ddlg (the lg part weirds me out) so it's kind of just dd, oral (f), unprotected sex

word count ✩ 1,95k

tags ✩@desirehorizon @tangerineastronaut @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

NOTE !! None!

"Harder…" you mumble in your sleep, your fists clenched tightly under the blankets. The room is silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It's 8 AM, but the curtains are drawn, keeping the light at bay.

You whimper, your body jerking itself awake. You looked around and scoot closer to Hongjoong, feeling embarrassed for disturbing him. The digital clock beside the bed glows 8:03 AM, the red digits pulsing steadily like a silent alarm. The room is small, cluttered with the remnants of last night's study session: textbooks, empty cups of coffee, and crumpled papers litter the floor and desk. The air is stale, a testament to the lack of open windows and fresh air.

"Joong…" you shook him a bit. His eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a start, scanning the room with a wild gaze. Recognizing the safety of his own space, he relaxed slightly.

"You okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

You shook your head, pushing the covers off of you and crawling on top of you. "No," you tugged at your shirt. "I need you…"

Hongjoong's eyes softened, and he reached out to pull you closer into his arms. "Yeah? How bad?" His question was gentle, his voice a soothing balm to your ringing head.

"Really bad," you tugged at your shirt. "P-Please. Just….u-use your mouth or something." You felt your cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. You had never been this vulnerable with him before.

"Aw, is my baby needy?" he teased, trying to ease the tension, but the tremble in your voice didn't go unnoticed. He could feel the urgency in your touch. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back, giving you access to his bare chest. "Do whatever you need to feel better," he said, his eyes searching yours for reassurance that this was really what you wanted.

"N-No, I need-" you tear your shirt off. "I need this." The fabric was sticky with cold sweat and it was suffocating you.

"Yeah?" he runs his fingers up and down your waist. "Okay… lay down."

You nod and plop onto the other side of the bed, laying on your back, the cool air from the air conditioner a welcome relief on your bare skin. Hongjoong sits up, the sheets falling away from his chest as he hovers over you, spreading your legs.

He pulled your pajama shorts down to your thighs, exposing your most intimate parts to the coolness of the room. His warm breath tickled your skin as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your left thigh. You felt a shiver run up your spine, the anticipation building like a crescendo in a symphony. The touch was light and feathery, his tongue tracing patterns that made you squirm with pleasure. He moved closer, his nose brushing against your core, and you could feel the heat from his breath.

"Joongie~," you mewl as his mouth finds the right spot, his tongue swirling and pressing down, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His eyes meet yours, filled with hunger and affection as he continues to explore your wetness with tender strokes. Your back arches off the bed, pushing your pelvis closer to his face, desperately seeking more.

"R-Right there, right there-" you run your fingers through his hair, guiding him as his mouth works its magic. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure through your core, making it impossible to hold back the moans that spill from your lips. He hums in response, the vibrations adding another layer to the sensations.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Hongjoong's tongue moved in a steady rhythm, lapping up your wetness as if he was afraid he might miss a single drop. His eyes never left yours, and you could see the determination in them to bring you to climax.

"R-Right TH--FUCK!" You cry out. "D-Don't stop!"

Hongjoong smirks, the vibration from his voice adding to the pleasure. He knows exactly what you need. He flattens his tongue and presses it firmly against your clit, the pressure and speed increasing as you get closer to the peak of pleasure. Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently as your body tenses. You're panting now, each breath shallower than the last.

"H-Hongjoong!" you moan, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure intensifies. Your legs quiver and tighten around his neck as you feel yourself approaching the brink of your climax. His tongue never falters, lapping at you with an urgency that matches the racing of your heart. You can feel your muscles tense up, the heat within you building like a volcano ready to erupt.

With a final, desperate push, you come apart in his mouth, your body spasming as the orgasm washes over you. The room fades away, leaving only the sensation of his tongue and the sound of your own cries of pleasure. He continues to lick and suck gently, riding out the waves with you until they subside, leaving you trembling and breathless on the bed.

When you open your eyes again, the room is a hazy blur of shadows and early morning light. Hongjoong wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face. "Feel better?" he asks, his voice low and smoky.

"Mhm…" you mumble, your voice a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion as your body relaxes into the mattress. You can feel your heart rate slowly returning to normal, the throb between your legs echoing the beat of your pulse.

Hongjoong pushed his boxers down a bit, just enough for his cock to come out. It was hard, standing tall and demanding attention. You could see the precum glistening at the tip, a testament to his own need. "Now, let me take care of this," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours as he positioned himself between your legs.

He gently pushed your legs further apart, and you felt the tip of his erection brush against your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched, the remnants of your orgasm still pulsing through your body as you anticipate his next move. With a firm grip on his shaft, he guided it to your entrance, pausing for a moment to appreciate the view. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of lust and love as he pushed inside you.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice a seductive purr as he began to rock his hips, his cock inching deeper into you. The sensation was exquisite, filling you up completely, stretching you around him. You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your eyes fluttering shut as he claimed you with a gentle but firm strokes.

"Spread your legs a little more for me, pretty girl," Hongjoong instructed, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You obeyed, opening yourself up to him completely, and he took full advantage of the invitation. With a gentle push, he sank deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you with a slick sound that filled the room.

His movements grew more deliberate, his hips rolling into yours in a slow, steady rhythm that had you squirming with pleasure. The friction was perfect, his length hitting all the right spots and sending sparks of pleasure through your body with every thrust. You could feel yourself clenching around him, trying to hold onto the feeling of fullness as he began to quicken his pace.

"Joong…" you moaned, your hips rising to meet his, eager for more. His eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction, his own need growing with every whimper and gasp you made. He leaned down to kiss you, his tongue delving into your mouth as his cock drove deeper into you. The kiss was as passionate as it was possessive, a silent declaration of his love and desire.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he groaned against your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bit down gently, claiming it as his own. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, your nails digging into the fabric as you tried to hold on to the sensations threatening to overwhelm you.

His rhythm grew faster, his cock pistoning in and out of you with increasing urgency. Each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through your core, and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. You could feel the tension building again, your body begging for release.

"F-Faster," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper. The words seemed to spur Hongjoong on, his hips snapping against yours with a newfound fervor. The slap of skin on skin filled the air, punctuating the quietude of the early morning. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh my god," you shudder, nails digging into the pillow under your head. You pull it over your face and close your thighs, trying to muffle the sounds escaping you. His chuckle is muffled by your skin, sending vibrations through your core.

"It's okay, baby. I got you," he grabs your hips, not stopping his pace, his movements becoming more demanding. You can feel his muscles tensing, his breaths growing more ragged. The bed creaks under the weight of your passionate dance, the sound only adding to the intensity of the moment.

"Cmon, give it to me baby," he moans, your voice muffled by the pillow as your body arches off the bed. The pleasure is unbearable, a sweet agony that has you writhing under him. He's so deep inside you, filling you up in a way that nothing else ever could. Your toes curl, your nails dig into the mattress as he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"D-Daddy, I-I'm-"

"Let it out, baby," he growled, his own need clear in his voice. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them apart wider as he drove into you with a ferocity that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body trembling and shaking with the force of it. Your muffled screams filled the room, the pillow doing little to hide the raw passion of the moment.

As the intensity of your climax began to subside, you felt him tense above you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes searched yours, looking for permission, for the green light to let go of his own control. You nodded, your body still pulsing with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured before pulling the pillow from your face and capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded yours, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he thrust into you one last time, his cock swelling and spilling his hot seed deep within your quivering walls. The feeling of him filling you up was almost too much to handle, but it only served to heighten the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When he finally pulled out, you felt empty and exposed, your body still sensitive from the intense pleasure. He leaned over to kiss your neck, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as his hand found your clit, sending a jolt through your system. "You're so beautiful when you come," he whispered, his voice hoarse with his own release.

"T-Thank you…" you managed to murmur, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your orgasm. Hongjoong pulled out of you gently, his cock leaving you with a feeling of emptiness that was almost painful. He collapsed beside you, his chest heaving with exertion, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Let's go clean you up."

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sevikaslatinawife · 2 months ago

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Tsaheylu

Part 1

tsaheylu — the bond Alpha!Sevika x Omega!F!Reader

index | intro | part 2

⛧ Warnings: r!masturbating, panty sniffing, scenting, female alpha anatomy, enlarged clit/g!p sevika (idk the right tag), oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, fingering, pussy stretching, degradation, slick sharing, dacryphilia, mean!Sevika, squirting, thigh spanking, pussy spitting ⛧ Word Count: 4,071 words

It had come a day early.

You were bringing in the snacks to fill the rickety table at the side of your and Sevika’s bed when the first wave of heat hit you. It makes your face flush, your body to throb as a racing headache clouds your vision.

A broken whimper slips past your lips as you feel the dampening of your underwear. You felt so heavy, the clothes making you feel weighed down. So you quickly stripped in time for your knees to give, for you to buckle and grip the side of the bed as you slumped onto the floor.

“Mm, ‘vika,” You swallow as you remember: you’re home alone.

Sevika had gone out today as usual for work, saying she might not be here until late. She wanted to get as much done in preparation for the week of your heat when the thought of being without her was crippling to your pliant brain.

You shift forward and hiss as your breasts brush the bedsheets, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A tortuous ache that made you palm one of them and groan, rubbing your finger around the bud. The warmth of your own hand wasn’t nearly as good at the feeling of Sevika’s skin.

You really hoped the day for her went quickly, so she’d be here earlier than expected. You continue to toy with your chest, groaning and squeezing your thighs shut for friction. You could feel, practically hear, the wetness of your cunt as more slick dampens your skin.

The squeeze of your pussy around nothing makes you sigh in defeat as you slowly stand and grab the dildo tucked into the drawer of your makeshift nightstand. You throw it on the bed as you go into the drawers to pull out one of Sevika’s shirt. You inhaled the material but whined when there’s only the faintest hint of her scent on it.

You could… Your eyes dart to the wicker basket filled with dirty clothes as an embarrassed flush fevers your skin further. You still clutch the shirt as you make your way to the basket, thighs slick down to the sides of your knees. You snatch up a shirt and her underwear as you make your way into the bed again.

It's not as if you hadn’t masturbated to her scent before, especially more often when your heat was nearing but now it just felt mortifying. You slip onto the bed, burying your face into Sevika’s pillow as you prop your hips up on your knees.

The slickness of your cunt was beginning to smear the sheets as your hand with the dildo disappeared between your legs. You shift your face to press a cheek on the pillow, enough for your nose to have access to the woman’s used and clean clothes. You moan as your cunt twitches at the scent alone, teasing your fluttering rim and hard clit with the tip of the dildo.

“Mm,” your eyes flutter as you slowly sink the toy into your hole. Your body takes the intrusion with ease, as you slowly thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. From base, until your fingertips were flush again your cunt, to tip, where it teased your rim.

“Fuck,” you moan as you continue to fuck your cunt with steady strokes of the toy, grinding down into your hand. You needed it deeper, needed her. “Vika,” you whine into the fabric, shifting her underwear closer to your nose to bury into the article of clothing.

It wasn’t enough. You couldn’t feel full, that wonderful feeling of being filled by Sevika after she got hard. Your strokes became more desperate, trying to shove the toy deeper — as if it was possible to do it. As if there was more of it to be buried inside of you.

“Vika, please,” you groan, other hand pulling the fabric closer to your nose before dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit. You moan, thighs spreading slightly for more room to touch yourself with.

“That’s it, baby,” her condescending voice came to mind and a whimper slipped past your lips as you chased your orgasm. Wanting even a little relief to your aching, needy cunt. “Get yourself ready for me.”

You don’t know — can’t remember, really — if she’s ever said that to you, but you know her voice enough to hear her say it nevertheless. To hear her edge you on, to keep touching yourself, to make yourself cum for her.

Nothing is working.

Despite the coiling of your stomach, the way your cunt tightens slightly around the toy and the friction of your clit, it’s not enough. “Janna,” you whine, brows pinched in desperation as you inhale the scent of the alpha’s clothes.

Your orgasm washes over too-closely but never fully. Teetered and anchored to something you didn’t know what, didn’t know how to obtain. So you shift, rolling on your side then your back, toy still pressed into you as you roll your hips down onto it and moan.

A soft groan puffs out your lips as you move your hand to your hole, as you push in a finger alongside the dildo. A delicate stretch of your cunt, though you knew you could take more. You just wanted to go slow. You leave your finger still but slowly pump the dildo, moaning softly as you continue your slow thrusts.Sevika, you thought, please hurry.

She’s felt it all day. That endless buzzing of her ears, the growls that have since escaped her, unable to be contained any longer. At first, she didn’t know why they were happening, why she felt on edge, but then an omega brushed past her and she almost retched at the scent. The sickly sweetness of unmated omegas nearing their heats, like a beacon letting others know that they were unmarked, ready to be courted or taken — each omega to their own preferences and all.

It was a scent she was familiar with, she had had plenty of omegas trying to get her attention before you had come along. They all smelt sweet in their own way, each distinct, all omegas had a distinctive sweet scent to them. Yours, however, wasn’t just sweet, it was electric. She assimilated it to a shock to every nerve in her system every chance she got to smell you, not you in heat, no, smell you. You were always sweet and electric, it always had her on edge.

However, the scent of that omega made her stomach turn when she thought of you now. Others could smell you, sense you were unmated and that she could be challenged by another alpha for your hand. Another growl rumbles in her chest as her face twists in distaste at the thought of others being able to do to you.

“Shit,” She grunts in realization, lips twitching. “She’s early,” she mutters as she feels the slow, steady increase of her heartbeat.

This kind of bond usually happened with mated pairs, but here she was, already more than bonded to you without having marked you. Oh, but how the urge to have you marked has increased. Every single day the need gnawed at her, and today, it had finally boiled over and left her scalding.

She made her way down the street after finishing the task she had begun, thoroughly ignoring the others. She couldn’t wait any longer, just needed to see you, to help you, to take you. Let the jobs pile, she would simply do them like the obedient right hand she was afterwards. After she spent the week with her little omega in heat.

“No,” You whimper again at feeling the orgasm never fully settle around you.

There were tears in your eyes, a few having escaped and were dampening your hairline at your temples alongside the sheen of sweat that had engulfed you a while ago. You were about to push in a third finger besides the dildo when the door slammed open.

You jolt, thighs closing and eyes wide as you lock eyes with Sevika. Her scent washes over you and you moan as you pull your fingers and the toy free in time for her to be walking toward the bed. You shuffle to kneel on the bed, craning your neck back for her as she leans down to slot your mouth with her own.

Her hands are on your waist, kneading the softness of your body as she licks into your mouth hard. Dominant and unhesitant, which you melt against and comply. You go to wrap your arms around her but her hands are moving to catch your wrists, groaning as she nips at your bottom lip.

“Poor, desperate baby,” She mocks when she pulls back, kissing the side of your jaw then your neck. She moans at the scent, the strength of it against your pulse point and she has to stop herself from sinking her teeth into you right now. She needs to wait a little longer before wanting to officially mate you.

“Vika —” You're cut off by her mouth wrapping around the two fingers you had pressed into you.

She hums as she pulls her mouth back after sucking your slick from your fingers. Her right hand finds your nape to squeeze, to have your head instinctively tilted back. Her metal hand cups your chin as she tugs your bottom lip with her thumb, a dark smirk curling her lips.

You part your lips for her, feeling her metal thumb hook over your bottom teeth as your tongue lolls over the digit. There’s a shiver you suppress at the contact of your warm tongue against the cold of the prosthetic. She leans forward to spit your own slick into your mouth before her tongue is pressing against yours and her thumb is moved away from your teeth.

A groan escapes your mouth as your own taste fills your senses, as she kisses you with desperation. Some of your slick dribbles down the corner of your lips, which she quickly licks up before pressing into your mouth again. You whine and swallow your slick when she scratches at the back of your head.

“Good girl,” she praises as her prosthetic hisses while it grips your soft waist, “Needed me that badly?” She teases as her eyes fall on her clothes on the bed before looking at you again.

You blush and swallow, “Yes, Vika —”

“No,” she cuts you off. “Try again.”

Your hands squeeze her biceps, metal and flesh while looking at her. “Alpha —”

“So close, princess,” She cuts you off again, purring against your mouth, lips parted around yours. You lean forward to try and kiss her but she pulls back just to hear you let out a soft huff.

“Daddy,” You groan as her lips are finally on yours again, as her hands guide you back against the bed, moving onto the sheets without even removing her cloak yet.

“Good, baby, good,” She hums as she speaks, lips brushing your own to not be too far from you.

A strangled gasp bubbles past your lips as her hands find your thighs to pick you up and press you back into the mattress. Your arms had wrapped around her neck, mouth still slotted as she braced herself over you with her prosthetic.

Your thighs were draped over her own, probably smearing your slick against her jeans. The rough material of them made you shiver, your skin burning and hypersensitive. You raise your hips to try and get some friction, making her groan even though you didn’t even reach her.

The heat of your skin against the trapped, growing need of her own body beneath her clothes. She could feel her pants begin to strain just at the smell of you, of your slick coating her tongue. She pulls her cloak off swiftly, throwing it somewhere on the floor as she pulls back.

You chase after her mouth and whine when her right hand is at your throat, holding you back against the sheets. Her lips brush your cheek, smirking against your skin at the pout she can practically sense on you.

“Daddy,” you whine as she flattens her thumb against the side of your throat, parallel to it as she nudges your jaw with her thumb. Enough to lick a patch of your skin and suck it between her teeth. “Mm.”

“Mine,” she groans as she nips at the mark she left. She moves further down, leaving another mark on your shoulder while her right hand trails down your body. From collarbones, to sliding between your breasts, the fluttering of your stomach and teasing her thumb over your clit.

A gasp is the only sound you make as your hips tilt back to offer your pussy to the woman. Sevika grunts as she trails her thumb down your lips, feeling the slickness of your pussy and circling against your eager, open hole.

“This where you need me?” She mocks, pressing the muscle but ever entering you. It makes you choke in need and your face contorts in frustration. “Yeah, I know it is, poor thing.”

“Please don’t tease,” you beg in a soft mumble as she kisses down your body. Her mouth feels hot against your too-hot skin, feeling as if she was burning her affection onto your body. For you to never forget it.

“Did you cum while playin’ with yourself?” She asks as she settles between your thighs, pressing her hips into the mattress with a lick of her lips.

“N-No,” you admit in a soft whisper as she licks the slick that dampens your thigh. Her tongue trailing slowly from the side of your left knee to right next to the heat of your pussy. “Ah,” you lift your hips but her hands snake beneath your thighs and she folds her fingers together right below your belly button and presses you back into the bed.

“Greedy girl,” she teases, continuing to lick the trail of slick on your left thigh. She’s groaning softly into your skin as she does, feeling the growing tightness of her pants at your very taste.

You groan and feel the fluttering of your hole as Sevika does the same, slow treatment to your other thigh. She licks and swallows every drop of your slick, acting as greedy as she accused you of being.

“Yes,” You almost moan, voice heavy as she finally gives you the first stroke of her tongue.

Sevika moans as soon as she does, tongue flat as she licks from your slick-filled hole to taste you. She trails her tongue up, between your labia, soft and warm beneath her touch before her tongue is teasing around your clit. Pointed and determined to make you squirm, which you do quickly, whining as she teases the hard bundle of nerves.

Her thumbs slide down your mons to tug your pussy open more, to present the twitching bud of your clit to her. So she could tease the tip of her tongue against it just to feel the soft tremor of your thighs and the strangled whine that you let loose for only her to listen to. Sevika loved how vocal you were but especially so when you were on your heat because everything felt too much but not enough at the same time.

She continues to tease, chin teasing your slicked hole as she sucks your clit into her mouth with aching slowness. It makes you moan and for your thighs to give a miniscule twitch as she languidly rolls the bud between her lips, followed by her tongue. She groans at the way you feel against her tongue, eyes focused on your reactions — to drink them in like she’d drink your essence.

“Ngh,” you mumble as her thumbs slide down your wet lips to tease the pads of it against your trembling entrance. Pressing, rubbing, making you impossibly more slick for her.

The scent of her underwear beside you hits your nose, alongside the burning heat of her own pheromones joining the musk that belong to only her. It covers you like a blanket, thick, warm and utterly secure.

Sevika is still taking her time, however, as she pulls back enough to press a kiss to your mons, nipping at the flesh of the spot, before her tongue trails down your clit, your lips and teases your hole. A soft groan is what you manage as your fingers find her hair and tug on it, raising your hips for her to continue, for more.

“No,” She pulls back to say, voice strained and forced as she licks her lips. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

“Don’t tease,” you whine, fingers pressing into her head. “Please, just —”

“You’ll take what I give you,” Sevika growls, spitting on your pussy just to see your hole flutter. “And you’ll cum regardless.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” You try as you quickly pull your hands back from her hair and a smirk plasters on the woman’s lips. “Vika —”

“Go ahead,” she fake coos, dripping with faux concern as she nods to her clothes besides you. “Like the smell of my pussy so much? Then shove your face in ‘em and shut up while I have a taste of you.”

Your body is warmer now, far past the feverish feeling of your heat. You were twinged in embarrassment, loud against the bedsheets and the thrum of your skin. Sevika notices it but you know the drill when she orders you like this, so you reach over to take her underwear you had fished from the basket and immediately shove your nose into the patch of them that you knew sat against her pussy.

“Dirty fuckin’ whore,” You moan as she is pushing her tongue into you, stroking you with slow, curling thrusts. Her nose is nudged against your clit and it makes your thighs twitch around her face while her tongue continues its thrusting and nudging of the heat of your pussy.

Sevika can feel the dent in her pants press into the bed more, growing with each of your noises and each taste of your desire for her. She groans against you as your free hand pulls her head, grinding into her nose with a muffled moan against her underwear in your face.

She loved when you got desperate and pressed into her face for her to continue pleasuring you. The sight of your knitted brows and closed eyes while your face is obediently buried in her underwear makes her hold on you tighten a fraction. Sevika relished in being able to push you into a complete satiated state with her tongue alone, which is what she aims to do first.

Her tongue is rubbing against your g-spot, the softness of it as she continues to press her nose into your clit. Muffled moans and desperate slick slip out of you in perfect synchronicity as her right thumb pushes into you beside her tongue. It makes you snap your thighs slightly around her but her pointed growl makes you spread your thighs again not even a second later.

“ ‘uck,” You mutter, taking a deep breath of her scent, of the smell of her lovely cunt, of the traces of her knot that you know must be aching, to be inside of you. As much as you ache to have her inside of you, as well.

Sevika groans at the sight of your chest filling with air, at your head practically melting out of your ears at her scent. She knew you liked the way she smelt, but how you were shamelessly huffing a pair of her dirty underwear to help yourself get off was making her own desire boil in every throb of her trapped knot. She pressed her thumb further into you, tugging on your rim to hear another moan be released from your eager mouth.

Your nose is already more than filled with her scent but it's not nearly enough. You need her so buried inside of you that it’ll be indistinguishable where you end and she begins.

Her knot might not even be enough and you know voicing this would alarm her awakening alpha. It’s not as if it’s not perfect and stretches you out to mind-altering extremes, but you don’t just need her knot. You need her very soul to leak into yours, so fucking entwined that your inner omega is responsive to her in ways you never dreamed of.

You’ll be so permanently engraved into her that your bodies would find each other in every lifetime.

“Where’d ya go?” You cry out as a sharp smack is delivered to your right thigh. The metal of her hand blooming a quick mark that will surely bruise. Good, marks are perfect. “There’s my little whore,” She sucks on your clit as her thumb slides out of you just to press in her two fingers into your heat.

She hisses at the warmth of you, almost scarring her skin while slick welches around her when she pumps you with them. Her lips tighten around your clit, and she almost grins as you buck into her mouth with honest greed. Her metal hand pushes your thigh, digging right into the tingling skin of where she hit you. It makes you whimper in a mix of pleasure pain, feeling your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples to harden in accompaniment.

You moan and reach a hand down to knit in her hair, which she thankfully doesn’t push away this time. You let yourself tug on the strands and Sevika grunts against your pussy in turn. She’s too focused on the taste of you, of her nose buried in your mound and half-hard in her jeans to care if your hand is pulling her closer to yourself. As if she wasn’t already knuckle-deep into the cunt that drove her wild.

“ ‘lease,” You plead in a soft whine and throw your head back with an eager moan when a third finger is quickly being pushed inside of you.

Your hand holding her underwear grips the sheets, the clothing balancing on your face as she stretches you slightly. It was quick and the ache was dull and gone as quickly as it appeared. This stretch was nothing compared to her knot stretching you. It was a mere, cheap excuse for preparation.

Nothing really could fully prepare you for her knot. No matter how many times you take it.

You whine at hearing the obscene sounds of your cunt, of the way her thrusting and curling fingers pull noise and wetness out of you. There’s a tightening in your lower belly as she sucks harder on your clit, a rush of something warm threatening to spill and consume you. But you want it to, you want to be engulfed in it.

“Ah, ‘vika! I’m —” Your back arches, thighs seizing, throat bared as you moan, half-muffled into the panties that slip into your mouth when your jaw hangs. Your moan is loud as you feel that coil snap and be accompanied by the rush of warmth that was building.

Sevika moans as she feels you clamp down on her fingers, as you splash your arousal against her chin. Her fingers tighten in your thigh to keep them spread, fingers continuing their relentless pressing and curling inside of you. The way your pussy pulses around her makes her groan as she continues to suck on your clit, even after your moans turn into soft whines and your fingers start to try to pull her away by her hair.

She pulls back from your clit reluctantly, spitting on the twitching bud just to hear you whine again. Your head lolls forward, your teeth clamping around her panties as you look at her. Your face feels hot at the sight of the dripping of her mouth, of the condescending smirk that tugs on her lips. She licks them but they practically stay in that hungry state while her fingers pump lazily inside of you.

“A little head and you’re already squirtin’ f’me?” She thrusts her fingers all the way inside of you, making you hiss slightly. She leans forward to nip the softness of your belly, grunting as she wipes her damp chin at the gentle curve of it above your mons. “ ‘m not done yet, princess. Daddy still has to stuff ya.”

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mischievousmoony · 11 months ago

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𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

⟢ poly!marauders x reader ⊹ 1.5k ⟢ your boys all have their own way of kissing you goodbye in the morning (ft. how each of the boys take their coffee) ⟢ warnings/tags: reader wears makeup, fluff

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Monday mornings are the worst. The adjustment from carefree weekends to the beginning of a long work week is never easy, but at least you have your boyfriends to ease the blow.

You’ve always been an early riser. Not because you are particularly a morning person, but because you need ample time to adjust from your deep sleep state to full alertness.

Although, you’re never the first to rise; that’s always James. As soon as the sun is up, it seems that so is he. Sometimes, he even beats the sun to it.

He does have the earliest start time out of all of you— him being a professional rugby player who’s due at practice as early as seven in the morning— but even if he didn't, you’re sure he would be up anyway. His morning regimen is even longer than yours, but aside from that, he is a true morning person.

He's good at keeping quiet, though. At least until the rest of the house is awake. You don’t even hear him pad into the kitchen as you’re stuck in a trance-like state, watching your drip coffee maker slowly fill the glass jug with the steamy, black beverage. It’s been five minutes and the steady drip of coffee is hypnotizing to your sleepy mind.

It’s only when James’ arms snake around your waist that you notice his presence; and you’re not startled at all as James nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck. You’ve come to expect him around this time, it being nearly time for him to leave for the day.

“G’morning, love,” he murmurs into your skin, pressing a tender kiss there.

Your hands slip away from the granite countertop where they were waiting and come to rest over his hands that join over your stomach.

“Good morning, Jamie,” you whisper softly, letting your eyes flutter closed as you feel his warmth behind you.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes while you let the coffee machine finish its task. James has always been the touchiest of all the boys, and it almost seems like he can’t start his day properly without a lasting embrace before he leaves.

When the coffee machine fizzles to a stop, James begins to ease away from you with a sigh, kissing your cheek on his departure.

“Smells good,” James comments, rummaging through the cabinets to retrieve his travel mug and a porcelain one for you.

You watch fondly as he pours your coffee first and fixes it the way you like it. He slides the mug down the counter and you gingerly take it into your hands. It’s still too hot to drink but the warm porcelain is always a treat for your skin.

James prepares his own cup next, complete with milk and plenty of sugar. He has always liked the sweeter things in life, although he doesn’t always indulge himself. But his coffee is the one thing he’ll never skimp sugar on.

With his coffee in one hand, he takes you by your waist in his other, pulling you a step closer to him.

“I better go,” he says, a small pout displayed on his lips at the thought of leaving you.

You nod understandingly and tilt your head up, giving him the access he needs to press his lips to yours. His goodbye kisses are always tender and lingering, him taking his time to savor the moment.

When he does finally pull away, he gives your waist a warning squeeze before the feeling of his lips on yours becomes a memory. Before he completely withdraws, he brushes your noses together, mumbling, “Miss you already.”

“See you soon,” you reassure him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says, eyes twinkling with warmth as he makes his departure.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you pull a mug that matches your own from the cabinet. After filling it to the brim with black coffee, you take it and yours to the table.

You take a sip of your coffee as you settle into your chair, humming happily and thinking of James fondly for making you the perfect cup.

It’s only a few minutes later when Remus joins you, settling into the seat next to you.

“Good morning, darling.”

“Morning, Rem,” you say, smiling happily as you watch him take his seat.

Remus returns your smile, taking the mug from the table with gratitude as he thanks you before taking a long sip of the dark beverage.

Remus always likes to spend a little time with you in the morning before he leaves for work, which sparked this tradition of enjoying your coffee together. Sometimes you have a conversation, but Mondays mornings are usually spent in a comfortable silence. Still, Remus makes his presence known with a hand on your thigh under the table, tracing circles into your skin with his thumb.

When you and Remus finish your coffees, you take the mugs to be rinsed in the sink. At the same time, Sirius bounds into the kitchen with purpose— always the last to rise even though he has to be the second out the door.

“Good morning, my loves,” he says, his voice ringing out with the exuberance of midday, despite the early hour.

You and Remus greet him as he beelines for the coffee pot. His own travel mug is swiftly retrieved and he doesn’t waste any time before pouring the last of the coffee into his cup.

Every morning, Sirius always tries a sip of the coffee the way Remus likes it as if one day his perspective will be changed. But it always ends with him wrinkling his nose and curbing the bitterness with more milk than there was originally coffee in his cup.

He takes another sip and hums, “Much better.”

Remus chuckles at Sirius’ antics, never understanding why he doesn’t just make the coffee he likes in the first place. His laughter draws Sirius’ attention, and you watch as he approaches Remus with haste.

Sirius rounds the table to settle behind his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he bends down and begins leaving sloppy kisses to his neck and jawline.

“Something funny?” he asks between kisses.

"No," Remus denies, turning his head to catch one of Sirius' kisses with his lips. "Course not," he adds, his words slightly mumbled before Sirius moves a hand to the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

You lean against the sink, watching the interaction between your boyfriends adoringly. Sirius' eyes flutter open, feeling your eyes on them. He smirks into the kiss with Remus as your eyes meet, savoring the moment for a little longer before he breaks it.

After he ruffles Remus' hair in parting, he saunters over to your with a hungry look in his eyes. His hands come down on your sides firmly when he reaches you, pulling you in until you're standing hip to hip. Sirius is touchy too, but in a different way than James.

"Thanks for brewing the coffee, beautiful," he says coolly, a certain level of charm always present in his voice as if he's still trying to impress you after all this time.

He expresses his gratitude by capturing your lips in an intimate kiss. His hands slide around your body, settling on your lower back for leverage as he pushes you impossibly closer. Sirius' mouth moves against yours hungrily, his hands roaming your body still, traveling lower.

You're breathless when he pulls away. "It's seven in the morning," you comment, winded.

Sirius smirks and presses a final peck to your puffy lips.

“A bit past, actually. Which means I’m late,” he says, feigning concern as he glances at the clock over the stove.

He pats your backside before slinking away, retrieving his coffee and wasting no time to make his exit.

“I love you both!” he calls as he makes his way out of the kitchen, and you and Remus shout your affections back in response as he disappears from view.

The remaining two of you slip back into your own morning routines, finishing getting ready for the work day.

Remus leaves before you too, but first he settles against the edge your vanity to watch you put the finishing touches on your makeup.

When you put your tube of mascara down, Remus gently takes your hand and lifts it to his mouth. He presses a sweet kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll see you tonight, dove,” he remarks, bending down to kiss the top of your head. He places your hand in your lap to opt for cradling the side of your head, stroking your hair fondly.

“Bye,” you whisper, looking up at him with equal affection.

His face hovers near yours. “I love you,” he says in between pressing kisses to each of your cheeks.

“I love you too.”

With that Remus presses a final peck to your lips and leaves for work.

You’re not too far behind him, locking up the house a mere ten minutes later.

When you arrive at work, beaming and energized, one of your coworkers makes their usual comments.

“You’re awfully cheery. You do know today’s Monday?”

But how could you not be, with the ghost of your boyfriends’ recent affections lingering on your lips.

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pinkberrytea · 7 months ago

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Astarion is nervous, possibly even afraid that he is about to lose something—that you are about to lose something, something precious and dear to him.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.

Enjoyment beyond the death drive—beyond the self-imposed regulation of pleasure. He wants her, so desperately, so ardently; yet she escapes through his fingers like fine sand, falling on the ground and dissolving in the dirt above his grave.

Astarion x Tav (F!Reader)

w/c: 3k words . ao3 . spotify playlist . 18+ only . nsfw . dividers

a/n: this is the sequel to la petite mort! while it was initially intended as a standalone oneshot, i wanted to expand on the themes introduced in the original. hopefully it lives up to its predecessor! thank you to the wonderful @xxnashiraxx for giving this one a read, i love you dearly friendo!

tags: blood drinking; hurt & comfort; possessive behavior; masturbation; hand jobs; body worship; dry humping

“Astarion…?”

His name slips from your lips before you even open your eyes, your consciousness slowly returning as you are suddenly woken from restless sleep. You feel his naked chest pressed flat against your back, his cold skin robbing you of the warmth of yours; his strong arms encircling your waist, hands roaming your sides; and his fangs, sank deep into the crook of your neck as his wet tongue laps up your crimson, which leaks from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his jaw and onto your shoulders. There is no pain—rather, the sensation is almost pleasurable, familiar, which comes as no surprise considering it’s been months now ever since his nightly feeding sessions became a daily occurrence. You don’t even bother setting up your tent anymore; upon leaving the Shadowlands, he’d begin routinely insisting that you sleep in his, heedless of your mutual agreement to abstain from more carnal proclivities for the time being. “Oh, darling, wouldn’t you say it’s much easier for me to dine with you this way? As hard as it will be for me to keep my hands to myself, I did give you my word,” he’d say, and true enough, you had yet to go beyond very heated kissing and groping—regardless, here he is now, avidly drinking from you while grinding the throbbing bulge inside his pants against your rear.

“Shh. It’s alright, love. Go back to sleep.” Astarion unlatches from your bruising vein to whisper the words in your ear, and you are almost tempted to do just that, but it’s far too late; ignoring him or the erection poking at your backside is no longer an option, and he probably realizes that too, having stopped gliding his hands up and down your torso to gently rest them on your arms instead. You are wearing his shirt, a habit you’ve taken to in recent days—at first you’d lie and say it was because you didn’t want your own to become soiled with blood, though in truth you simply enjoy the intimacy of sharing clothes and the comfort of being enveloped in his scent. Despite seeing right through your excuses, Astarion didn’t seem to mind at all; quite the opposite, he appeared to enjoy the fact that you’d start sleeping clad in nothing but his shirt and your underpants, since oversized as it is, the length would be enough to cover your crotch and thighs. He likely didn’t factor in your agreement, of course—while convenient in most other circumstances, the ease of access wouldn’t exactly be conducive to chastity, so to speak.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you groan and twist your body to face him. He moves one of his hands to your scalp, lovingly running his slender fingers through your tousled hair and planting a bloodstained kiss on your temple. When he finally pulls away to meet your stare, a shiver unexpectedly runs down your spine; his pupils are blown out, almost completely eclipsing his sanguine irises, yet you can undeniably see something primal and hungry lurking in their depths. The candle you had lit before turning in for the night burns bright still, and the light of its dancing flame bounces off his sharp teeth, which had been puncturing your own flesh but moments ago. How easy it is to forget what the heart wants to deny—whenever the true nature of his vampirism rears its ugly head, you find yourself questioning your blind trust in him. Yet like a passing breeze, just as soon as that sliver of doubt weasels its way into your mind, it’s then gone; foolish though it may be, you don’t fear the darkness in him, not now, not when he first put a knife to your throat.

“You’re not a victim. Not a target. Not just one night it’s better to forget.”

Tentatively, you reach out to lightly stroke his cheek, the pads of your fingers ghosting over his ivory skin. His eyelids flutter close as if by instinct, and he quietly leans into your touch, looking almost vulnerable for a moment. Ever so delicately, you trace the lines on his face, his high cheekbones, his cupid’s bow, his plush lips, which are parted still. It amazes you how his features can be at once so edged yet so soft, much like the man himself, in a way. No, you don’t fear him, even if he has given you no reason not to other than a heartfelt confession.

“I—I could help you, you know,” you hear yourself mumble, almost bashfully, a faint glow spreading across the bridge of your nose and warming the tips of your ears. “With that, I mean.” Astarion furrows his brow and his eyes flit back open in confusion, only to slightly widen as you coyly motion with your head towards his obviously tented pants. He looks down at his groin and then up at you, unsure of what to think, much less of what to say. It’s not often that he is left wanting for words, but then again, you were ever one to drag him out of his comfort zone.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you little rascal.” Despite the initial shock, he quickly regains composure, almost too quickly. His expression abruptly changes, gaze laced with seduction and lips quirked upwards into a practiced smirk. “Who would’ve thought you’d be the first one of us to acquiesce? I’ll admit your innocent facade had me fooled, but you’re quite the needy thing underneath those big round eyes and blushing cheeks, aren’t you, darling?” he teases, voice lowering an octave, its cadence measured to an almost unnerving degree. Your mouth becomes dry and your stomach coils into a tight knot as you immediately recognize his sudden shift in attitude, a side of him you’ve come to know all too well and that disturbs you still—yet even more worryingly, his otherwise perfectly poised countenance seems to enshroud an emotion that had never been there before: anxiety. Astarion is nervous, possibly even afraid that he is about to lose something—that you are about to lose something, something precious and dear to him.

“I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.”

“No! That’s… I didn’t mean it like that,” you blurt out, heart fluttering in your chest, so loudly you are sure he can hear it. While you have never gone over the terms of your agreement or discussed them in-depth, you had always assumed that physical intimacy wouldn’t necessarily be off the table, especially the kind of intimacy that would require nothing of him. Although perhaps therein lies the problem—someone who perceives everything as transactional would naturally fail to accept that another would be willing to give without taking. Remorse washes over you as you realize your mistake, which you promptly try to mend, much as the guilt bars you from looking him in the eyes. “What I meant is… I can take care of it. For you.”

Astarion’s eyebrows slowly slide up his forehead and he studies you intently for what seems like an eternity, clearly taken aback. Before long, he finally breaks the silence, humming quizzically and untangling his fingers from your hair. “Hm? Is that right?” he hesitates, only to yet again flash you a sly smile, a much softer one this time, ruby irises twinkling with something akin to melancholy. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” Despite provocatively purring each word, the tone with which he speaks is remarkably gentle, almost uncertain. Bringing a hand to your chin, he cups it delicately and tilts your head upwards, prompting you to meet his stare, its flirtatious edge now replaced with wistful warmth.

“You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

You inhale sharply, your brief show of boldness having obviously run its course, and the pink flush coloring your ears deepens into a bright red. His smile widens once he notices your nervousness, and he brings his face even closer to yours, so close you can feel his lashes tickling the delicate skin under your eyes. His cool breath caresses your lips, the metallic scent of blood—your blood—wafting up your nose. Still cupping your chin, he at last closes the distance between you, covering your mouth with his and hooking a leg over your waist to pull your bodies flush together. With the swell between his thighs now nudging your belly, he starts leisurely rolling his hips, resuming what he had been doing before rousing you from your slumber.

“Hnng…” As you bury your fingers in his silvery curls, melting into the kiss and relishing the taste of him, Astarion lets out a muffled moan, low and throaty. Wetness starts pooling between your folds, though instead of indulging in the sensation, you try to ignore it to the best of your ability—tonight is not about you, and you want him to know this. Regardless, he can obviously smell your arousal, but far from causing any upset, it only serves to entice him further; sliding his free hand down your back, he firmly grabs one of your buttocks with a bruising grip upon reaching your ass, kneading it roughly. All this time, he’d been graciously accepting your generosity, and then some—he’s not about to stop now, not when for once he knows he hasn’t manipulated you into extending your kindness to him.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had to decide what I wanted.”

“Mngh—Astarion…” you mewl into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside yours, fangs nipping at your bottom lip without breaking skin. You press one of your palms to his chest, feeling the firmness of his pectorals under the soft pads of your digits before gingerly sliding them downwards, raising a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Drawing small circular patterns, you slowly glide your blunt nails across the valleys of his ribs, his navel, and finally his lower abdomen, teasingly grazing the waistband of his pants.

“My, such a good little helper you are,” Astarion breaks the kiss to murmur against your reddened lips, and moving his hand on your chin down to grasp your own, he encourages you to venture under the waistband. Your fingers now intertwined with his, you let him guide you to the hardness pushing against his smallclothes, which are damp with precome, much like yours are damp with slick. You can feel the outline of his length through the thin fabric, and he unceremoniously has you both fist it, wiggling his hips so that his pants drop below the plump of his behind.

“Such a good, selfless little helper…” he croons, sliding both of your hands up and down his still covered cock. With every pump, his groans grow huskier, small beads of sweat pooling in the creases of his forehead. His eyes are now closed, his mouth slightly parted, and his hold on your hand is strong, if not binding. Your dripping sex wantonly clenches around nothing at the sight of him, so hopelessly focused on his own pleasure; gods, how desperately you wish to be stretched open around his enlarged girth, stuffed full of him until you are both flailing for purchase, panting and screaming each other’s name. He may not be ready for that yet, but as your imagination wanders, you tell yourself that there’s no harm in picturing him taking you from behind, balls swinging and hitting your ass as he thrusts deep into your slit with reckless abandon; your lips wrapped around his flushed cockhead, one of his hands mercilessly tugging at your hair as he sings you praises; you bouncing on his lap, buttocks slapping against his legs with each bob of your body.

“Astarion…” you moan, rubbing your thighs together to get some relief from that small amount of friction. His cock jerks under your combined hands, so hard now that his smallclothes are pulled back enough to reveal the swollen tip. How sweet is the sound of his name on your tongue, how sweet is the scent of your desire when he is the one you yearn for. Just as you fantasize about him, Astarion too keeps replaying all sorts of scenarios in his head—he hates that he can’t have you yet, that he can’t pin you to a wall or throw you on a table and fuck you until you beg him for mercy; he hates that he can’t watch your cute little tits jiggle as your tight cunt swallows him whole, that he can’t coax pretty noises out of your rosy lips and make your eyes water as you come for him. He hates that his lust for you is tainted, that his lust for you is what inspired him to choose you as his target in the first place. Most of all, he hates himself for having disregarded you as a beautiful fool; for having underestimated his own susceptibility to falling in love, for having even fallen in love at all.

“You’re a vision. And you’re so much more than that.”

“Gods, I want to be inside you…” Astarion grunts, letting go of you to pull down his smallclothes, finally freeing his weeping erection. It glistens in the candlelight, red and hungry, and you waste no time wrapping your fingers around its base. A muted whimper falls from his lips once your warm skin collides with his, and he rolls his hips into your hand, to which you respond by lightly squeezing him, drawing pearly, sticky liquid from the twitching crown. “Gentle, darling…” he whispers, though his half-lidded eyes, hazy with want, show no sign of aggravation—despite the commanding tone of his voice, it’s safe to assume that the instruction is not so much a complaint as a suggestion. Regardless, you obey, stroking him softly and setting a sensual pace to your movements.

“That’s it. That’s it, love. Good girl…” With his newly freed hand, Astarion tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, tenderly brushing his long fingers against your cheek before inconspicuously running them down the elegant column of your neck. His gaze is immediately drawn to the fresh set of bite marks maculating your otherwise perfectly smooth skin, and he absentmindedly licks his lips upon noticing the ruby droplets blooming from the small wounds. His cock throbs against your palm as he lowers his head to plant a loving kiss on the spot earlier claimed by his fangs—which he then sinks again into the still seeping artery. This time, you feel a sharp sting, but as soon as he starts sucking, the pain fades away; he wraps an arm around your upper body to hold you in place as he drinks, cradling you against his chest, and his other hand quickly finds one of your breasts under your—his—shirt. Trapping its puckered peak between two deft digits, he pinches it playfully, and you are unable to stifle the whine that subsequently forms in the back of your throat.

“Asta—aah…” You try to remain focused on the task you’ve been entrusted with, tightening your grip on him to remind yourself that he is the priority, not you. This in turn causes him to moan against your neck and shove his hips forward; taking his reaction as a cue, you speed up the tempo of your strokes, which are now almost synchronized with the vigorous bobbing of his Adam’s apple. His hand on your breast gropes it passionately, all five of his fingers now splayed across its soft swell and digging deep into the squishy flesh. He wonders if it’s a deliberate act of provocation, or if you really are so naïve that you wouldn’t notice his ravenous stare whenever your nipples pebble and become visible through the white sheerness of his shirt. Knowing you, it’s probably the latter; he’s yet to meet anyone as oblivious as you are, and while he has learned to accept that this side of you is not necessarily a weakness, it also awakens in him a protective instinct—a possessive instinct. You may be prey, but you are his prey; his to feed on, his to fuck, his, and nobody else’s.

“Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing. Or what comes next.”

Astarion bends the leg hooked around your waist to pull you even closer to him, and from the way his groans increase both in frequency and in volume, you can tell he is about to fall over the precipice of ecstasy. The glossy sheen of sweat covering his pale skin makes him look like a marble sculpture, an otherworldly creature, yet the ferocity with which he feasts on your crimson reveals him not touched by the divine, but consumed by sin. It’s almost ironic then, that sinful as his longing for you may be, it feels so pure, so sacred. Tension coils low in his stomach, and for once there is no guilt, no disgust, no contempt; only rapture, as if he were an apostate and your love a haven, a promise of sanctuary.

“But I know that this?”

You pump him one last time, and with a guttural growl, Astarion comes in your hand, spurting out ribbons of his seed all over his own abdomen and thighs. Unlatching from your neck, he doesn’t bother pulling away, bloodied lips still pressed against your heated flesh, and his hand that had been under your shirt joins the other as both of his arms fold around your midriff. You let go of his softening length to run your fingers through his curls, closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath, tiredness suddenly weighing down all of your limbs and anchoring them to your bedroll. Lulled by the gentle pounding of your heart, he too empties his mind and lets himself be engulfed by the warmth of your body, so soft, so inviting, so very alive. Your taste still lingers on his tongue, your lifeblood now mixed with his within his veins—as his happiness trickles down in rivulets of scarlet, yours soars into the starry night sky.

“This is nice.”

#personal #astarion #bg3 #astarion x tav #bg3 fic #astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion x you #astarion x reader #tavstarion #my fics #fic: bloodless

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beastyeastfreak · 30 days ago

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Shadow Milk x Reader, miscommunication

Enough of you wanted it so heres part two where they make up

Part one link

Cw and Tags: Hurt/with comfort, alcohol/juice, Pv is still a really good friend, throwing up(didn’t do any in depth description it grosses me out dw), shadow milk lowkey gives werewolf vibes in this

Summary: After what happened with Shadow Milk and his minions, Pure Vanilla finds and comforts you and then you realize perhaps you should talk to him.

🃏 - Miserable was the only way you could describe yourself. You barely remembered what happened once you entered your home following what caused your misery. It was flashes of mostly crying, downing juice bottles and putting gifts from him in a box in your closet. now you were just curled up on the couch with a mostly eaten tub of melted ice cream on the coffee table and some empty juice glasses. While the juice helped a little- actually no it just made you sadder- you were unfortunately facing its consequences now as the sun was rising. Judging you from behind the blinds, you deserved it. You acknowledged who he was and the risks that came with him and yet you still signed your heart away, each stroke of the quill dipped in gullibility or perhaps simply ignoring the signs.

🃏 - If not for the fact it was the weekend, the dread within your already aching heart that you would have to go to work after all that would have been enough to crumble you. Not to mention the fact you have to hide your incompetence. You allowed an enemy of the Vanilla kingdom to gain an access point and provided them with information that could have contributed to the kingdoms downfall. You groan and rub your eyes, you told yourself you never wanted to see him again but it was a lie. You dreamt it never happened, that what really happened was just a nightmare and you woke up next to him. You dreamt he said, “dreams are such a silly little concept, its funny how our own minds lie to us.” He brought you close to kiss you but when closed your eyes you awoke on the couch again with a pounding headache and a sudden need to puke.

🃏 - After you threw up an entire bottle of juice and brushed your teeth you exited the bathroom to the sound of your doorbell ringing. You close your eyes as the chime digs into your aching head. You slowly walk to the front door, feet sliding on the cold floor and head slightly dipped. Your eyes threatened to shut, you weren’t sure how much sleep you got but you just wanted to go back to the couch. You look through the peephole and nearly slam your head into the door at full force, its Pure Vanilla. He’s standing there with this warm oblivious smile and practically glowing. You dont try to concuss yourself but you do slam your palm against your face and sigh. Your hand then comes down and wraps around the knob before opening the door. He opens his mouth to speak but stops upon seeing you. His face shifting to that of worry, “Y/N, what happened? Oh dear, you look awful,” he said placing a hand on their shoulder. They squinted their eyes and looked away. “He- i…” you didn’t know what to say. He spoke for you, he pulled you into a hug and you accepted it as tears began to well in your eyes. He didn’t say anything, his hand just slid over your arm reassuringly. “May i come in?” He said as you sniffled and nodded.

🃏 - Pure Vanilla placed a cup of water in front of you, thudding slightly against the desk. The clear liquid sparkled slightly with his healing magic. He sat down on the other side of the table. “You don’t have to talk about it, i wont force you to.” He said as you took a sip, your headache slowly easing. “But I’ll listen, and if you think you’ll feel better doing it then please, I’m here.” He continued as you finished the cup, placing it back down and rested your head on your fist trying to find your words. “Does it have to do with.. them?” He asked and you nodded. You weren’t sure how much you could say but frankly you had failed at your job enough, you might as well tell him about your experience with the beast. “Him,” you start. “He was using me and I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner.” You close your eyes. “You couldn’t have known, there will always be someone out there who knows how to get into your head.” Pure vanilla replies and takes a sip of his own water. “Yeah, well oddly enough it was the liar, the master of deceit.” You replied half sardonically mostly just hiding your regret behind sarcasm. You look at him, he’s furrowing his brow. “Pardon?” You know he heard you, “Shadow Milk Cookie?” You replied, he’s staring now. “Well, his disguises are very convincing-“ you cut him off. “There was no disguises, he caught me alone one day and it only.. escalated from there! Now i know why!” You laugh but it just comes off as sad when you wipe a tear away and sink into your seat. He didn’t respond, his hand came to his mouth as he looked away in thought. “Tell me everything” he said then added in a softer tone “please.”

🃏 - “… and then i left, and the rest is a blur.” You finished speaking. He was nodding along in the first half but now he was still, his hands clasped around the cup and face etched with slight worry but above that he was understanding, he wasn’t upset. It was reassuring given they nearly broke down three times in the span of thirty minutes, once because they missed Shadow milk, the second because they felt that they were evil too for missing him and the third because they didn’t want Pure Vanilla to stop talking to them because they wanted to be with Shadow Milk. “I should be replaced,” you sigh. “Why would you say that?” Pure Vanilla asks, retaining a relatively calm expression. “I was seduced by a beast to get to you, i think you need someone better equipped.” You rub your face, he takes another sip. “I disagree,” he responds, “because you did something i could not do. I tried to befriend Shadow Milk and failed, you succeeded.” He says with a gradually growing smile. “He was using me to try and hurt you, it wasn’t friendship, it was just…” you trail off, “i thought he loved me.”

🃏 - “I think it was,” he replied. “I… endured him. I don’t think he would have stayed for as long as he did and devoted so much to you if he just wanted to get to me.” Pure vanilla drifts his gaze to some gathering birds outside your window, obscured by blinds. “So you think he wasn’t using me?” You ask confused, maybe a bit accusatory. He hums and stands up, walking to the window to open it up. “Sometimes the truth isn’t black and white.” He says as he lets a blue bird hop onto his hand. You stare at him, or rather the bird on his palm chirping softly. You frown, you know what you heard but you also feel how you felt. Your mind told you to walk away from him and your heart was telling you that the love you felt was genuine. “So what do i do?” You murmur and lean forward over the table. “Thats up to you. You know the truth, or what could be part of the truth, or what may not even be the truth at all. Whatever you choose, I’m here for you.” He replied then added in a more joking tone, “i just hope you wont keep secrets at the expense of my souljam anymore.” He said, you smiled, it felt good to smile. “I think i need to go and find him.”

🃏 - The next day you set out, Shadow Milk was hiding you could tell. Anything you tried to do to summon him failed, actually it seemed to start a small blue fire which had to be extinguished. He didn’t want to speak to them it seemed, and that made your stomach grow a gaping pit. Pure Vanilla’s reassurance gave you hope there was more to this, but everything was screaming to just give up and move on. Despite that you still continued, a small voice inside was the one you followed, not the gnashing, mourning, hideous monsters that defined how awful you felt, how angry you wanted to be. After your hundredth attempt fails, you decide to take a break and do something else. You had to get food so it was time to head to the market. Browsing the stands, you spot a fruit merchant at a stand you didn’t recognize. You decided to go check it out, as you approach their eyes widen. You open your mouth to greet them but they speak over you, “Y/N, thank witches i found you.” The voice was unfamiliar but the way the words were delivered sounded familiar. “How do you know my na- whoa!” You were cut off as you were pulled behind the stall, in a dark wave of light going down their body they revealed themselves.

🃏 - “Black sapphire?!” You exclaim, he rolls his eyes. He looked about as tired as you. “Cut it out, it’s me, big surprise, don’t draw attention to us,” he practically hissed. “Listen,” he began but then glanced at his microphone and covered it with one hand. “Master Shadow Milk has been completely and totally out of it! Do you know how many times ive heard him cry genuine tears in my entire life?” He steps forward, anger evident. “Um…-“ you dont get a chance to answer. “Zero! Zero times! Do you know how much complaining and moping and- hes gone through the five stages of grief and beyond multiple times! I would’ve shut Candy Apple up way faster if i knew he actually liked you! All this stress is giving me a face fit for radio, thats not a good thing!” He continued, getting progressively more frustrated before stepping back. You were unable to speak. Pure Vanilla was right, there was more to this than you thought. He was in turmoil… for you. All this time you thought you were the one suffering, he was probably in that dark place plotting his next victim, but no he was in the same boat much to his minions dismay.

🃏 - “He’s crying?” You question, “the entire realm is weeping, he’s in his quarters but it’s like a non stop rain. I had it with the sob fest so i decided to come spread some delicious rumors,” he replied and leaned against the wall. “Can you take me to him?” You snap from your shock and ask, which he perks up like he was waiting for the question. “Why of course! Why wouldn’t i help a good friend out?” He grins and taps his microphone against the ground, you raise an eyebrow. “Suddenly I’m your good friend? Really?” You say and he scoffs as you both walk through a black portal. “Just make him normal again and not mad at me, Candy apple did most of the talking anyway.” He says and you land on a staircase disconnected from a building. More peices of buildings and various items floating in the dark void. It wasn’t raining anymore, the last time you were here the eyes were open though. “This is the farthest i can take you, i hope you enjoyed your ride and i will catch you later assuming you dont die!” Black Sapphire says and walks back through the portal with a wave and a show smile.

🃏 - You were now navigating his realm without him or the others, in an eerily quiet jungle with no guide. There was no sound, you could actually hear when two floating objects collided with eachother some distance away. In a way it was like how you imagined space would be, but it wasn’t like this last time. When he wasn’t talking there was music playing on some broken peices of building hovering around or some sort of noise but now it was just silence. You navigate aimlessly through ever shifting terrain, or lack thereof, until you find a particularly large section of building floating around. It looked like the top of a tower, had to be his room. You push off the floating floor you were on, you were weightless, moving forward as if you were a mercookie in the ocean. You hit the wall and make your way in. Appearances were deceiving, go figure, it was bigger on the inside. You were met with an imposing corridor, all of the lights were cut. You venture around before spotting a hallway of doors, the hall itself twisting around so the floor was on the ceiling in the middle and then twisted back down at the end. You had a feeling he was behind one of these. Each door lead to a door in the real world and were decorated as such. Hollyberry kingdom, The Cacao kingdom, The Creme Republic, some door in your house, The Ivory Pagoda, The Garden of Delights, The Spice Kingdom, you closed the last one pretty quickly at the sound of pounding footsteps in the distance. You weren’t here for this though, you wanted to find him. You then arrived at the last door, it didn’t look like it lead to somewhere new it looked like just another door. You open it and find darkness, theres a room within but it was pitch black. You stay quiet, your ear to the room. It sounded like breathing, not of a cookie but of something large like a dragon, or a beast you hoped.

🃏 - “Shadow Milk?” You called out, you heard your voice echo back in the massive room each time it bounced off the walls felt slightly different. Otherwise there was no response, so you stepped into the dark and dug into your bag. Vanilla wizards often sold light spells in small glass orbs. You shook it in your hand then held your palm up letting it hover. It illuminated about three feet in front of you, it was as if it was weakened here. In your mind it made sense, it was a land of darkness. You would be lying if you weren’t a little scared. You stepped forward anyway, leaving the closed door behind you and walking towards the sound of breathing. You began to get closer, you could tell as it became louder you were growing near. Now it sounded like it was all around, as if it were right on top of you. You stop, then shake the light orb in your fist and open it for a quick burst of light. There’s nothing around you, you were in an empty corner. You suddenly jolt and whip around as you hear a bang, the door you had started at had opened. Yep, he was definitely in here and didn’t want them around. It seemed that the closer he sounded the further he actually was, meaning you were probably right beside him in the beginning, kind of scary.

🃏 - “I know you’re in here, I want to talk,” you call out. You hear a loud monster-like growl, he was still far away. You began to move back towards the direction of the door. “You aren’t scaring me and im not leaving,” you firmly say in response. The sound becoming more distant. You continue, he growls again. The lower volume making it less scary but you could tell he was trying to be louder. You continue to wander through the dark until the sound was practically silent. You stopped, and then you shook the light again, and for a brief moment you saw a giant pelt of black and joining it was white wool. It moved swiftly through the darkness, its steps were inaudible. A sheep? You look around, “Shadow Milk?” You say and look up, four mismatched slitted eyes stare down at you. Four eyes, a muzzle full of fangs and pointed ears. A wolf.

🃏 - The wolf rears it head before snapping forth at you, roaring at your face in a suddenly loud way, you were faced with a maw of razors and you stood unwavering. You dont flinch, you dont flinch because you know hes bluffing. You had learned him, he was never direct, he would never tell you how he was really feeling but you had deciphered him. He’s chosen a scary form because he wanted you to leave, you were both hurting and not talking would just deepen the wound. He pulled back still snarling. You look down at him with a frown. “Are you ok?-“ “BE QUIET and GO,” he hissed with each word dripping venom. “Is that what you really want?” You replied. He growled again, “I WAS USING YOU ALL ALONG AND FELT NO REMORSE FOR IT,” he barked. “I don’t believe you, i think you’re hurting like me and we need to talk. If i leave you’ll only feel worse.” You say and he roars again. “You sound like HIM,” he says as if it were an egregious crime. You decided not to mention you talked to Pure Vanilla, for now at least. You’d tell him when he didn’t have huge claws and teeth. “Shadow milk..” you reach out but he pulls away, glaring with one side of his side of his face. “You’re just here to mock me! You were waiting for the moment you could get away from me so you could go to him! Tell me im wrong!” He snarled moving further away but you walked towards him. His head beneath his shoulders, massive claws trembling. “You know thats not-“

🃏 - “Yes! Tell me how much of a liar i am! Just like you did when i needed you to listen!” That wide grin carved into his face did nothing to hide his voice. You stepped forward and hear his side back into the wall, was he getting smaller? No he was just making himself look smaller through position. He wasn’t letting you speak, he was in a good position to attack, but he wasn’t. He tucked that long tail between legs, his haunches raised. You slowly came forward, a hand extended. “I’ll hurt you again, it’ll hurt worse i assure you!” He was backing himself against the corner. Your hand came in contact with the top of the snout. Your were close enough to see tears falling down from his wide eyes and his body trembling. You gently petted his face, “can i speak now?” You ask. His silence is your answer. “I know you wont admit it so don’t. I know you fell for me. I was hurt that this began the way it did, that in the beginning you wanted to make a fool of me and use me as a stepping stone to get to Pure Vanilla. Im still hurt,” You say. “But, i know somewhere it became genuine, and i want to start from there. Can we try again? I know now and this time we can do this for the sake of eachother?” You continued practically hugging his snout, he was slowly melting into you. Finally in a swirl of blues, whites and blacks he turned back into a cookie.

🃏 - His hands were clutching your clothing like you’d leave if he didn’t. His head on your shoulder, refusing to look at you. “Please don’t go again,” you could hear him say quietly. “I love you,” he said. You wrapped your arms around his, “I’m not going. I love you too,” you say and bring his face out of your neck. Kissing his cheek before his lips. His grip softening, your hand on his cheek. You remained like that for a moment before pulling away. Looking at his smudged, dripping make up and disheveled hair, brushing it out of his face to look at both eyes the same way he looked at yours. “How about we get something to eat and fix your makeup?” You ask and he nods against your hand. You weren’t sure where you’d both go from here, if it’d be different or the same, but you knew it’d be better.

#Oh circumsize my love for you… its far too vapid and aimless…#PV saw them crying and was like noooo my OTP 😭😭😭#shadow milk cookie x reader #crk x reader #x reader #crk #crk x you #beast cookies #studio ghibli fans may just notice i took a wee bit of inspo here

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nyxianwayfarer · 4 months ago

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Hidden Distractions

Pairing: Demon!Shalom x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Content Tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex, Semi-public Sex, Magical Collar, Spanking, Creampie, Dom!Shalom, Sub!Reader, Shapeshifting, Tail Being Used as a Restraint, Shalom Shifts On Something Hot and Hard for Reader? I don't know how to fucking tag things...

Summary: You're having a bad day. Shalom helps take your mind off things.

Note: This is something inspired by @sinful-lanterns's Demon AU. I vaguely said I was gonna write some office smut featuring Shalom and Reader in this last post I made, so I figured I'd make due with that promise. 😏

Additional Note: Edited as of 3/16/25. This fic is now available on AO3!

You bite your lip as you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling as if a vise has clamped itself around your skull.

Your headache has been building all morning with the constant parade of people rotating in and out of your office. With the rest of your family dead, their respective contacts have been looking to curry favor with you. You have full control of your House's finances now after all; they likely don't want to lose access to the fountain of wealth that had previously been supplied to them by your relatives.

But that's the problem, isn't it?

If your family had employed them, how trustworthy were they?

Not very, you decide bitterly as you wander over to the fireplace, hoping the hearth's warmth would help ease some of the tension radiating from the back of your neck. You undo the buttons on the high-necked collar of your dress. Then, you turn your body to look over your shoulder at the mirror hanging above the mantle. With the fabric now hanging loosely around your shoulders, you can see the various bite marks adorning your skin, evidence of your demons' devotion to you. Still, you can't help but notice that one was more faded than the others from where it sat high on the back of your neck.

Shalom still hasn't returned from overseeing her various business ventures—the same ones that had earned her a lucrative amount of wealth over several centuries.

While Langley can conduct her own matters well enough from the privacy of your estate, there are rare occasions where Shalom's "human" persona required her to be present among her mortal underlings in order to protect her assets. While you understand the reasons why she's gone, that still doesn't stop you from missing her...

You see a faint outline of magical energy encircling your neck then—not unlike a collar in its appearance. It conjures itself when you think too strongly about any of your demons. When you had consummated the pact with them, this had been their gift to you in return. That you wear it is a promise of both their power and protection, but it serves another purpose: they can be summoned to your side with a mere call of their name.

As if following your line of thought, you can now see a familiar symbol forming on the back of your magical brand—a triangle that burns bright magenta against the reflection of the mirror. It is unique to only one demon in all of hell's realms, but can you really be so selfish as to bother her?

Then again, had your demons not always told you they were bound to serve you and your needs? With your self-control quickly slipping, your lips part to utter one name in your otherwise silent office.

"Shalom."

"Yes?"

Your head swivels forward at the voice that is not your own, and you find Shalom reclined in regal repose behind your desk in all her demonic splendor. There's a subtle smile pulling at her lips, indicating she is pleased by your summons.

"I almost believed I'd done something to earn your ire," she teases lightly. "Surely, it must have been a grave offense indeed for you not to call me to your side until now, but I can see our dear mistress missed me after all."

"Of course I did." You duck your head, blushing at the admission, which only causes her smile to widen.

"Then come regale me with all you've done in my absence," she says, offering a hand with which to beckon you towards her.

In little time at all, you find yourself seated in Shalom's lap, informing her of the going-ons across the estate, the amusing squabbles between the angels and Shalom's fellow demonkin, the latest gossip around town regarding you, and—inevitably—the amount of people whom have sought an audience with you the past few weeks. Save for the royal family, you are now the head of the most prominent noble household in all of Dis. So many seek to ride the coattails of your sudden rise to power, but you know these same people had done nothing to aid you when you'd merely been a pariah of your bloodline.

You exhale in frustration after you finish your tirade, and you don't put up so much as a fuss as she draws you in to rest your head against her shoulder. While talking about your more recent woes has done wonders in easing your stress, being close to Shalom like this also just never fails to relax you. She smells so nice too.

Like with your other demons, Shalom carries the heat of hell with her along with the scent of brimstone. Each one of them still has an aroma that is uniquely theirs though. Shalom has a subtle floral undertone to hers.

She had once taken you to a field filled with rare blue crystal flowers—one of her favored relaxation spots apparently. She had humored you graciously when you'd constructed a flower crown for her. For your efforts, she had rewarded you by bedding you in that very same field. You could remember the way the petals had brushed against your skin—their scent and Shalom's own lingering within your nose—as she languidly pumped her cock into you, drawing climax after climax out of you beneath the moonlight.

The memory of that night never fails to excite you, and you try to hide your arousal by brushing you thighs together, but a demon's senses are ever keen. You flush with sudden embarrassment and desire when you feel something hard begin to rise against your bottom.

You rush to apologize. "Shalom, I'm—"

"You seem to be in need of a distraction after the eventful day you've had," she remarks, which has you looking up to see amusement filling that otherworldly gaze. She tilts her head curiously. "Am I wrong to assume so?"

You bite your lip, shaking your head bashfully, and that's enough to draw a fanged smile from her.

"Up, darling pet," comes the quiet but firm command.

You hurry to obey, and your feet almost tangle in the length of your dress in your rush, but Shalom rights you with ease. Her hands settle on your hips before guiding you to face your desk. You can still feel the heat of her body as she stands behind you. Her thumbs slowly caress the dip of your waist, and you sigh contentedly for a moment before you're startled out of your thoughts when you hear and feel the fabric there being clawed apart and ripped open.

"S-shalom!"

"You know as well as I do that Garofano can easily mend your clothing," she remarks placidly, laving her tongue against the mark on the back of your neck—her mark. As close as you are to her, you can feel the faint purr she emits, vibrating through your very bones. "I've been away from you far too long, and I desire a gift for my patience."

She nudges your legs apart with her own, and with the lower half of your dress ripped open, you're left bare and vulnerable. An arm wraps itself around your waist as her other hand sneaks further down. Clawed fingers deftly pull back the hood of your clit, and your breath hitches when you feel it twitching against the air of the office. You squirm against the demon's touch, wanting to thrust your hips forward in search of relief, but her hold on you is secure. You suppress a small sob when Shalom continues teasing you, using the pad of a finger to tortuously rub a slow, delicate circle around your nub.

Her touch is far too light to bring any amount of satisfaction to you, and she knows it.

Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you let your head fall back against her shoulder, panting hard. After some time, she then spreads apart your folds, and you don't need to look down to know that you're absolutely dripping with want.

"Will you grant me this?" she asks, turning her head to whisper sinfully into your ear. As if you would ever deny her. "Will you grant me what we both desire?"

Your tongue feels like it's too big for your mouth, so all you can do is nod frantically. With her hands on your thighs, she helps you up onto your desk so that you're kneeling upon it. You're confused by this positioning, but you have no time to question it when you feel the clawed hand between your shoulder blades. It coaxes you forward until your upper body is completely pressed against the wood grain while your hips remain in the air, knees splayed apart. You hear Shalom's satisfied hum behind you as she runs her hands slowly across your bottom. She keeps you like that even as you breathe heavily with lust.

Seconds pass and soon minutes, but the demon seems determined to torture you even more when she makes no further move to touch you. Against your better judgment, you whine and shake your hips, trying to entice her, but you feel the consequences of your actions immediately. She holds you in place with barely any effort as her claws threaten to dig into your flesh with her disapproval.

"Pet, that is no way for you to behave," she berates, and you almost cry at that scolding tone. "You were doing so well. Don't you wish to be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes, please! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" you beg even as your words tumble over one another. "I'll be good! Just please—"

You nearly fall off your desk—jolting in place—upon feeling the tip of a hot tongue lapping over your clit. The warmth of your office almost feels too cold in comparison, and the swollen nub throbs incessantly, as if begging for Shalom to bathe it in heat again. You're thoroughly embarrassed when that earns you a titter of laughter.

"You really are quite lovely, pet." She pats your flank like one would a prized mare. "Perhaps the others would argue I'm being far too lenient with you, but I have all the time in the world to train you, don't I? For now..." You gasp when you feel her thumbs spread apart your folds again, revealing you intimately beneath her gaze. "I shouldn't let this all go to waste."

By this, you're certain she means the slick that practically drips out of you. After all that teasing and torture earlier, you can't help it any more than you can help the moan that escapes you when she blows gently across your cunt. To make matters worse, the spade-shaped tip of her tail intermittently slaps itself across your exposed clit, timed perfectly with the spanks across your bottom. You have to raise yourself onto your elbows to gain any measure of stability.

You were already so wet before, but now your arousal coats your inner thighs and spills in strands from your pussy. As you let your head fall between your elbows, your face burns upon seeing the small puddle of your desire already forming on the surface of your desk. Shalom doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it. Instead, she swipes her fingers through the mess and uses it to coat her impressive shaft, mixing with the precum already leaking from its tip.

At last, she guides you off the desk so that your feet are resting on the floor again, but you're still left bent over the wooden surface and under Shalom's mercy. The head of her cock brushes against your folds a few times, seemingly testing how your body yields for her. After a time, she presses her hips forwards, and there's a moment where the muscles of your entrance tighten reflexively against the building pressure. Ever the patient predator, Shalom waits, perfectly poised above you, and she's rewarded when you relax around her, allowing the thick tip to finally slip inside.

The heat of demon dick isn't necessarily a new sensation for you, but considering how long Shalom's been away, you'd almost forgotten how big she is. You feel the way your inner walls seem to mold themselves around her. Even with her absence, however, Shalom seems in no rush to thoroughly claim you as she rotates her hips incrementally, taking her time to work herself into you bit by bit. Your arousal and her growing precum make quick work in getting Shalom to hilt herself fully inside you, but it's the way the length of her cock catches against your clit on a backstroke that has you moaning loudly.

Of course, that's also the moment where you hear footsteps walking past your office doors. Mortified, you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle any further outbursts.

Shalom will not have it though.

"No, no, pet." She leans over you to grasp your hands with her own, pulling both of them towards the small of your back. Her tail then coils itself around your wrists, holding them in place there. "I want to hear you," she says, rocking her hips forward with such exquisite force that you can't help the keening wail of pleasure that follows. You can see her smirk as she looms over you just as clearly as that glowing, triangular mark over her right eye. While there isn't much of a height difference between you two, she seems even bigger with the way her wings have flared out behind her. "And I'm sure the other residents of the estate do as well. You do sound so pretty after all..."

Shalom shifts her grip on you then, resting a hand on one of your shoulders while the other presses against the side of your hip. She uses both for leverage behind her unrelenting thrusts. You hear the way your flesh slaps together against hers, forcing out a string of vulgar moans from you that seem more fit for a brothel than a noble lady like yourself. That seems to be what Shalom wants though. A sigh of bliss escapes her as she peppers kisses across your shoulders.

"I've missed this," she admits, pistoning into you tirelessly as she moves up your body to lick at the back of your neck—right over where she left her bite scar. "Now then, pet, thoroughly welcome me home..."

That's all the warning she gives before she places her fangs directly over the indentation marks, and your body suddenly seizes from the climax that washes over you. There's a groan behind you when your spasming walls triggers Shalom's own release, sending waves of hot seed deep inside you. Even as your eyes roll into the back of your head though, you can't help but notice the lack of stinging that accompanies any of your demons freshening up one of their marks.

If anything, you hear a grotesque snap behind you instead.

As you come down from the throes of your orgasm, you turn your head so that your cheek can rest against the cool surface of your desk. You find that Shalom has tilted her head, twisting it at an unnatural angle as her gaze seems to fix itself beyond the walls of your office.

Listening.

Tracking.

Hunting.

Then, she emits a subvocal growl that never fails to make you shiver with pleasure. There's danger in the sound, yes, but it's not directed at you. Rather, it is for you. As is often the case with demons, they are remarkably territorial with anything they claim as theirs...

Your world shifts abruptly as you're pulled upright from your desk. There's another whir of movement, and it takes a moment for you to realize that Shalom has released your wrists and now has you sitting atop her lap.

...where you're still impaled on her dick.

You barely stop yourself from jumping as the double doors to your office burst open, revealing a portly noble—one who had been persistently trying to petition a marriage between you and his eldest son—as well as Rahu.

"I will not continue to be ignored in this manner!" the noble bellows, already annoyed with how Rahu has been hounding his footsteps. "I've waited long enough for an audience with Lady—"

He stops immediately when his beady eyes turn towards you, and with alarm, you quickly look down to assess your current state.

It seems that when Shalom had repositioned you, she'd also buttoned up the front of your dress again, leaving your modesty in tact. The bottom half of your dress remains shredded to pieces, of course, but the height of your desk easily conceals anything below your chest.

So long as your unexpected guest doesn't wander any closer of course.

He seems confused, perhaps pondering the intimate distance between you and Shalom. Rahu, on the other hand, only offers a neutral expression as she stares at the rude noble, but as her gaze wanders over to you, you can't miss how the demon's nostrils subtly flare while her eyes briefly shift to their demonic, slitted appearance. With her heightened senses, you have no doubt Rahu knows what's going on. Your blush may permanently stain your face at this point.

"Is everything alright?" the noble asks, still somewhat bewildered.

"Yes!" you squeak out, but Shalom offers a calmer response.

"But of course, your lordship."

You glance behind you to see that Shalom has shifted back to her human appearance. Gone are her horns, wings, and her signature marked eye although her shaft still remains inside you. Her expression is professional and polite, never hinting at how she's still spilling thick ropes of cum deep inside you. Your guest isn't quite convinced at her answer though, frowning.

"Are you certain? Her Ladyship seems rather... flushed."

You part your lips to speak again only to close them abruptly at the touch to your clit.

You look down to see that Shalom hadn't bothered to shift away her tail. She’s using the spade tip to draw lazy circles around your engorged nub, which she keeps exposed with two of her fingers. It allows her tail more surface area with which to toy with you. With every caress, you can’t help but clench around her shaft in response, milking more of her cum into you. Once again, you're thankful the height of your desk is obscuring everything even as you're struggling not to moan. You have to press a hand over your face to help hide it even as Shalom continues speaking behind you.

"Ah. I fear she may be coming down with a cold," she explains, gently patting one of your burning cheeks—the color of them having nothing to do with any illness whatsoever! "She's been so attentive in her role as the new head of the household. I daresay she's hardly had time to rest since then. Why, I'm told she's already been fielding quite a number of visitors since this morning even with her current state."

"Oh! I see." Something akin to guilt settles across the noble's bloated features then. He clears his throat. "I... suppose we can postpone a meeting until you're well, Your Ladyship?"

With effort, especially with Shalom's continued ministrations between your legs, you reply. "I'll personally see that one of my attendants delivers a letter to your household once I'm ready to receive an audience again."

With that, Rahu escorts the man out of your office, closing the doors behind them. You can once again relax although that reprieve is brief at best when Shalom casually presses a hand against your stomach. Your belly feels a bit taut beneath your dress with how much cum Shalom has filled you with. A demon's endurance is a powerful thing indeed. Looking down, you can see how some of her seed has spilled out even with the girth of her cock providing a pleasant plug.

"Was this to your satisfaction, dear mistress mine?"

"Yes." You release a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Shalom."

"I aim to please." She presses a kiss against the side of your head. "Now then, shall we call Rahu back in before your more angelic guests also think to stop by unannounced? I can lay you across your desk again, far enough to where your head can overhang the edge of it." She grinds her hips into you, causing you to gasp. "I can take you from behind again while she helps herself to your mouth." Shalom places her hand directly over your womb. "After all, there's only so much teasing she can take before she hunts you down in your own halls and breeds you to her own satisfaction... but perhaps you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You don't need to turn your head to see Shalom's devilish smirk when you tighten unconsciously around her cock at the thought.

#🌕 dreaming beneath the moonlight #ptn smut #ptn shalom #ptn x reader #ptn shalom x reader #Demon AU #i really hope the dialogue sounds okay here #it's been awhile since i've written characters speaking in more formal language like this 😅#i also may have spent too long writing this #just take it 😭

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lupinmoonlight · 1 year ago

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Too Full

Masterlist AO3

Summary - Remus pumps you full and tells you to hold it in for the rest of the day. Literally. (1,590 words)

Tags - rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, dom remus lupin, sub reader, cum kink(?), age gap, porn without plot, praise kink, lots of "good girl", light humiliation kink, my grammar, not proof-read.

Notes - Guys this is absolute filth I don't know what else to tell you. I'm embarrassed. I made up this silly scenario at university today. I'm sorry if this is a mess. I wrote this in 2 hours, barely proof-read it, and English isn't my first language. Good night now!

The parchment in Remus' hands blurred at the edges. Numbers swam before his eyes - Order safe house locations, patrol schedules, supply caches. None of it seemed to penetrate the fog of his mind. All he could see was the flash of a silhouette pinned beneath him, hear the echo of a moan. Your silhouette. Your moan.

Your relationship was a secret. It was a raw, passionate love, born out of desperation and need. Remus knew it was almost unhealthy, the way he craved you, needed you, but he couldn't help himself. You were his escape, his forbidden sanctuary in a world gone mad.

His focus on the parchment was shattered, his thoughts consumed by you. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. He was aching to be with you, but the house was always bustling with Order business... until it wasn't. For a delightful moment, the attention wasn't on him, the members too busy, too taken with their own tasks.

He didn't need to say anything. He just took you by the hand and you knew. The moment the door to his bedroom slammed shut behind you, he warded it. His need was immediate and overwhelming. He was already rock hard, his erection straining against his trousers evident. He wasted no time, spinning you around and pushing you face down on the bed, hiking up your skirt with an urgency that bordered on madness.

"Remus," you gasped, your voice muffled by the mattress.

"Shh, sweetheart," he growled. "I can't wait any longer. I need you. I need you now."

He hastily freed himself, his erection throbbing with need. The sight of you, face down and hips raised, made his cock twitch almost painfully. He tugged your panties down, just enough to give him access, and positioned himself at your entrance. He pressed hip tip against you, feeling your warmth, and pushed into you with one swift thrust. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

You whimpered, your body trying to accommodate his size. "R-Remus..." you gasped, your fingers clenching the sheets.

He stilled, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips. "Easy, love," he murmured. "Take a deep breath. Just relax for me. You can take it."

You nodded, your breathing evening out as you adjusted to him. "That's it, good girl," he praised as he felt you relax about him. Once he felt your ease, Remus began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled. His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back to meet his movements.

"That's it," he groaned, his pace quickening. "Take me. Take all of me." Each thrust was powerful, demanding, driven by a need that bordered on feral. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it back, making you arch back into him. "God, you feel so good wrapped around me."

You moaned in response, your body yielding to him. "Remus..." you whimpered.

"Such a good girl...taking me so well."

Your body shuddered with each movement, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I can't...Remus, I..."

"Yes, you can," he growled. "You can take it. Let go for me."

You cried out, your body trembling violently as you reached the edge, clenching around him.

"That's it," he murmured, his grip on your hips painfully tight.

He could feel himself nearing the edge too, his control slipping further with each thrust. "I'm close," he warned you, his voice strained. "You're going to make me come. Ah...fuck. I'm going to come inside of you."

He thrust into you one last time and held himself as deep as he could, his hips bucking as he released inside you, a loud moan escaping his lips. "Yes...you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He stayed inside you for a while, his cock pulsating, lazily thrusting a few more times to prolong the sensation.

Eventually, he slowly withdrew, his breath still heavy, his hands caressing your back. "Are you alright?" he asked softly.

You nodded, your cheeks flushed.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling you up and turning you to face him.

"I want you to do something for me."

"What is it?" you asked, still breathless.

"Don't clean up," he said simply. "I want you to stay like this, full of me, all day."

Your eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. "Remus..."

He chuckled softly as his fingers traced random little patterns on your skin. "Yes, love. You will do as you're told, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, Remus," you responded, eager to please him despite being embarrassed.

"What a good girl," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Now, let's tidy up a bit so we can head back. We don't want the others suspecting anything, do we?"

"No, Professor," you teased.

"Careful, love," he warned playfully. "You might just get me started again."

"Maybe that's what I want," you replied innocently.

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're insatiable."

He helped you adjust your clothes and gave you one last, lingering kiss before leading you out of his bedroom like nothing had happened.

Only a few hours later, you felt the undeniable sensation of Remus' essence running down your thighs. Your face flushed a deep crimson, and you immediately sought him out. You made your way to the dining room where the Order was gathered for a meeting. You waited at the doorway, your eyes wide and pleading. Remus' eyes traveled your form, pausing briefly at your thighs, and he immediately understood.

Maintaining his composure, he stood smoothly. "Excuse me for a moment," he said calmly.

He followed you to the study, closing the door behind you. "What is it, love?" he asked, although he already knew the answer. He wanted to hear you say it.

You hesitated, looking down in embarrassment. "Remus...it's...running down my thighs," you admitted.

His eyes darkened with desire at your words. He lifted your skirt slightly, exposing your slick thighs. "Aww," he cooed, his tone both mocking and affectionate. "Is my little girl too full?"

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red, and you looked away, flustered. "Remus, I-"

"Hush," he interrupted. "Let me see."

You stood still, your heart pounding in your chest as he lifted your skirt further up, giving him better access. He took out a handkerchief and began wiping you clean, his touch light and gentle. "You need to try and hold it in a bit longer, love," he murmured.

"But, Remus, I can't-"

"No," he said firmly. "You will do as I say. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes, Remus."

"Very good," he whispered. "Now be a good girl and hold it in. I'll take care of you after the meeting."

You nodded again, his words going straight to your core. "I'll try."

Remus smiled, kissing your forehead. "That's all I ask. Now, go back to what you were doing."

Remus watched you go before composing himself and returning to the meeting, his demeanor as calm and collected as ever.

"Sorry for the interruption," he said smoothly, taking his seat. "Where were we?"

You kept to yourself for the rest of the day, mostly focusing on staying still, desperate to please Remus. As evening finally fell, Remus discreetly took you back to his bedroom, closing and warding the door behind you.

"Show me," he instructed.

You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushed. Slowly, you lifted your skirt, revealing the sticky mess that had accumulated throughout the day. Remus hummed appreciatively at the sight, his eyes darkening.

"My, my...looks like I've made quite the mess down there," he whispered. "You've done so well, sweetheart. I'm very pleased with you," he praised.

You could barely hold still under his gaze, feeling exposed.

"Now, let it out," he commanded softly.

You went to protest, thoroughly embarrassed by the idea. "But, Remus, I can't just-"

"I said, let it out," he repeated firmly.

You bit her lip, your eyes darting nervously, but you obeyed him, relaxing your muscles. Remus watched with satisfaction as the evidence of your intimacy slowly began to trickle down your thighs.

"Good girl," he murmured. "You're doing so well."

Your face burned with embarrassment, but you felt a strange sense of pride for following his instructions, for pleasing him.

"That's it, just let it out," he soothed, his hands gently rubbing your hips. "How did you feel today? Sitting around the others knowing you were full of my seed?"

"I-I felt like I was...yours," you let out almost too quietly.

"That's right, love. You're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours, Remus."

"Such a good girl for me," he praised. "You've done so well today. Now, let get you cleaned up properly."

He led you to the bathroom, helping you undress and stepping into the shower with you. He washed you gently, his hands moving slowly, caring, possessive, gentle.

"You've been so good," he murmured. "You did exactly as I asked."

You leaned into his touch, feeling utterly safe and cherished. "I just wanted to please you," you whispered.

"And you did. You've pleased me very much," he replied, his hands gently massaging your shoulders.

After you were both clean, Remus dried you off with a soft towel, his movements slow and deliberate. He led you back to the bedroom and tucked you into bed, joining you under the covers.

"You need your rest," he said softly, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "You've done enough for today."

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor lupin #remus lupin smut #d/s relationship #dom!remus lupin #sub!reader #this is so filthy i'm sorry #hp fanfic #hp smut

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sh4rkkks · 6 months ago

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sleepy sex with simon- 18+

tags: somnophia, nsfw, needy simon, female!reader, pet names: baby, lovie/love, boyfriend!simon, consent given beforehand, no use of y/n, sub to dom simon?, fingering, PiV, no protection (wrap it before you tap it!)

you’re woken by the rustling sheets, the deep grunts of your boyfriend echoing in the otherwise silent room. he pulls the fabric of your panties aside, allowing himself access to your cunt.

a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance. “simon..!” his thumb runs through your folds, pressing against your clit in slow circles.

“shh, baby..” he’s crawled on top of you, his large form covering your body. your cheek is pressed against the pillow, still dazed as your eyes adjust to the dark room. “m’sorry, just need you so bad.”

you let out a soft cry as two of his fingers enter you, the squish of your slick making your cheeks flush. “perfect fuckin’ pussy.” his lips are trailing up your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point.

he’s pumping himself—you can tell by the throaty groans that reverberate off your neck. your eyes flutter shut as his thumb rolls against your clit, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a teasingly slow pace. “please..”

a low moan comes from him, one of his large hands planting itself beside your head as he slips his fingers out of you. he sucks your arousal off his fingers like a last meal, the lewd slurping making you throb. “taste so good, lovie.”

he positions himself against you, tossing the panties he ripped off you aside. “m’sorry, baby. i’ll get you a new pair.” his leaking tip slips and slides against your clit before he eases into you, a pathetic whine leaving his throat. his lips find yours, a sweet kiss to counteract the way he’s rutting into you.

one hand holds his body weight up while the other toys with your clit definitely not down there to feel how he stretches you out. you’re surprisingly close already, your back arching off the sheets beneath you as you moan.

“si…oh fuck..g’nna come.” your sweet words set him off, his hips snapping against you as he’s taken over by his own need. your nails are clawing at his back as tears roll down your soft cheeks. his mouth swallows up your sounds as he feels you clench around him.

“gonna fill you up, baby.” he breathes into your mouth, his hips stuttering as warm ropes of cum wet your insides. his hands rub at your thighs as he calms down, hips slowly fucking his cum deeper into you.

“thank you, love.” he whispers, peppering soft kisses on your face as he pulls out. “thank you..”

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authors note: hi!! sorry for this shitty drabble, i just couldn’t get needy simon out of my headd.

he’s so perfect i just need to get him pregnant

simon ‘ghost’ riley masterlist

#i need him #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod #simon riley x reader #writing #smut #cod smut

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iridescentxstars · 27 days ago

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-> 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 .ೃ࿐

➳ published: 01.06.25 ➳ banner credit: @daemour (i wish tumblr didn't hate the gif) ➳ college!au || genre: angst || light smut || rating: m ➳ pairing: fuckboy!bangchan x college!reader ➳ summary: he made you feel special, even if he was notoriously known for being a fuckboy but what happens when you fall in love with him? you get crushed. ➳ word count: 4.6k ➳ warnings: implied or light smut ➳ author's note: this is a rewritten piece. the original will not be linked here but can still be found in my archive. it was meant to come out on the 30th but was delayed due to a hospital emergency! ➳ taglist: @byunparklimchoi @djeniryuu @sanjoongie @honey-andmilktea (please let me know if you want to be tagged in future works)

His soft lips trace along your collarbone, the sweetest words dripping with honey whispered across your supple skin before flicking his tongue over the mark he just left behind. Strong hands hold onto your thighs, pushing them up so that he can gain access into the deepest part of you. Your own hands wrap around his wrists, holding onto him for dear life as he drives home, causing the stars to explode behind closed eyes.

Chris stills, spilling his seed into the condom he remembered to put on before taking you, before letting your thighs fall on either side of him as he presses your bodies together. You realise he’s quite the sight like this, hair sticking to his forehead and full lips swollen even more, making you lick your own as you remember the way that they feel.

He’s designed to be your weakness, from those dark, lust-filled eyes to his vascular hands, six pack and a cock that hits all the right places. Christopher Bang is the man who knows how to turn you into putty with not only expert fingers but also sinful words spoken in a way that could have an angel crumbling. He’s not shy with these skills either, you’ve seen him flirting with female teachers to get extensions on his assessments or to get a free coffee at the cafe when the cute barista is working. Everyone knows the type of man Chris is – except you.

Or at least, you don’t want to believe it.

Once Chris has pulled out and disposed of the condom, he collapses on the bed next to you. Those strong arms wrap around you and pull you close, kissing your shoulder and admiring the marks on your neck as calloused fingers trace along your bicep. “Fuck, that was amazing. You always take me so well, baby girl.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple before nuzzling into your hair, letting out a content sigh.

You revel in his warmth as you close your eyes, welcoming his embrace as you think about how perfect you fit together. Being with Chris is unlike anything you’ve known, the way he makes you feel special, wanted, and the way that he has your body coming undone for him is something you have never experienced before him. “That was new, that thing you did with your tongue.” You blush as the tingle between your legs reminds you of the way he ate you out in a way that had you screaming his name, gripping his hair tightly as he pushed you through your first orgasm of the night and didn’t stop until you came down.

You clench your thighs together, the memory is something you know you’ll keep for when Chris isn’t around to ease your needs. The way he spread your lips and spoke words that were so filthy that he’d be censored on your favourite show, the way he worshipped your body before dipping into your core and drank your arousal, hungry for what only you could provide.

Chris hums softly as he rolls onto his back, arm falling over his eyes as exhaustion settles into his muscles. “What time is your roommate home tomorrow?” He asks after a moment of silence, turning his head to the side and cracking open an eye slightly.

You try not to allow the disappointment to show in your face when you realise that she’ll be home early; early means Chris would be gone before you woke up and the weekend that you shared will be kept a dirty little secret like every other time he’s made his way into your bed.

Christopher Bang is that kind of guy; the type that you want to hate but can’t help falling into his gravitational pull and wanting him near. You can live without him, he doesn’t occupy your every thought, but when he’s around, he’s all you can see. You know that you should quit him but you can’t – addicted to the way he makes you feel. It’s been this way for a while, six months, on and off, a constant push and pull that has you wondering where your self respect went.

At parties, he’ll have you pinned against the wall, his tongue down your throat as his hand slips under your dress and you’ll forget that anyone could walk by and see you. In the club, no matter where you are or who you’re with, Chris always manages to find you on the dancefloor; he’ll grind against you and have you high on him before slipping away into some dark corner. Late nights when you should be studying, he’ll message you and see what you’re doing, what you’re wearing and if you’re alone – he’s there within minutes, fucking you into the mattress as you scream his name.

Concern falls on deaf ears as you tell your friends it’s complicated but is it that complicated when you’re the one who follows him, the one who tries to make plans while he’s only texting to get something from you, or how he’s always under other women’s pictures saying the same things that he says with you? It’s early days, you tell yourself, feeding into the delusion that nobody can pull you out of but everyone knows the truth. Chris acts like he’s single. He’s always following some new girl when he’s been to the club and whenever he posts – masses of women are in his comments feeding his ego. He eats it up every time and has no shame in how he responds to them.

Chris is that guy, the fuck boy on campus, the guy who is only ever up to no good and you are nothing more than just another notch on his bedpost. While you’re hopelessly in love with him – he’s eating up the attention that he gets from every woman he meets.

“She’ll be back by 10.” You whisper, already knowing that’s too early for him. A grunt of understanding is let out as Chris sits up to reach over your naked body, grabbing his phone. “Baby,” you reach for his arm, wanting to pull him back to you, “you don’t have to leave, she won’t care if you’re here.”

Chris reads a message that had come in, swiping out of the app afterwards before opening the clock app, “I’ll set my alarm.” His tone says that there isn’t any room to argue and you try to smile when he lays back down, wrapping an arm around you so that you can cuddle into his side.

‘I can’t wait to see, baby~.’ You push the words out of your head as you listen to his heartbeat, even though your own is frantic and aching. You know what your relationship with Chris is, you know that what you have is nothing but sexual despite your attempts to make it something more official. Even if Chris has never given any inclination that he’s wanted more, you can’t help but hope that you would be the one who would change him.

Especially when Chris treats you like you are the only one he wants.

His fingers softly card through your hair, detangling the mess that he made as his breathing steadies. While he might be content and sated enough to fall asleep without any issues, sleep doesn’t come as easily to you. A storm rushes through you, upsetting the little bubble that you’ve been living in and every reason that you have to run away is countered with a reason to stay. All you have to do is endure the storm, right? When he realises how good you are for him, Chris will come around and show you how much he wants you without a care about what anyone around you might think.

A sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes, wondering what it would be like if this was every night; his tender touch, his masculine scent and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat being your lullaby whenever you want it to be rather than on his terms. It’s a comforting thought that helps you settle and as you start to slowly descend into the sweet embrace of the sleep you desperately need, three words are mumbled that take away the painful truth you refuse to accept.

“I love you.”

When you wake up, Chris is there, muscular arms still wrapped around you with his nose buried into your hair. He seems unperturbed by your movements, only letting out soft groans when you roll over to look at him. “Chris?” You lift a hand up, uncertainty in your eyes as you trace a finger along his plump bottom lip.

“Mm?” he sounds but doesn’t open his eyes as he playfully bites on the tip of your finger. “Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

It’s everything that you could ever want. Chris there, not wanting to let you go even as you both get up and ready for class. His fingers intertwined with yours as you walk to class, listening to the way he animatedly talks about a new project he’s working on with his friends. He kisses you before dropping you off at your lecture without a care in the world and promises to be there to walk you to your next class afterwards.

Your dreams are always the same, they are always filled with heart-fluttering moments that take away the harsh reality of your situation.

“I’m not relationship material.” Chris had said to you once when you asked what this thing was between the two of you, “the sooner you realise that – the better it’ll be.”

In the morning, reality is like icy cold water being dunked on your head after you’ve come out of a warm shower. Chris wakes up before his alarm goes off and leans over to steal a kiss, a touch, to wake you up and leave you breathless before he rolls out of the bed. You watch as he quickly gets dressed in the clothes he wore last night, hiding that marvellous body from your sight, all in complete silence. This is the routine, the speed in which he escapes when he knows that your roommate will be back since he doesn’t want to get caught in bed with you.

“I love you, baby girl, you know that, right?” He says, holding your face in his hands as he kisses away the sleep that lingers from waking up. Standing up, he puts on his cap, looking at you expectantly. He’s waiting, making sure that you’re still caught up in the fog as you slowly nod your head. “That’s my girl.” A sly smirk plays on his soft lips before Chris says his goodbyes, heading for the door.

Lingering means risking being seen and he never wants to be seen.

It’s silly, desperate maybe, to believe the words that come out of the mouth of a man who repeatedly tells you that he doesn’t want a relationship but you can’t help it. He’s pulled you in, made you feel special and cherished – when you’re together – and hearing those words from him is something you always wanted to hear. It feels validating knowing he feels that way about you considering how deeply you’ve fallen for him. Chris may not take you out on dates, he may not look in your direction when you’re out in public unless there’s alcohol in his system and sure, he may be sleeping with other women but he’s convinced you that you’re someone special to him.

Has he said that? Not directly, no, but it is heavily implied.

Chris doesn’t know anyone else’s favourite food, he never takes it over to their place when he’s staying overnight which means he pays attention to what you like. He thinks that your bed is comfortable and likes to spend a lot of time wrapped up in the sheets with you so it shows that he can’t be in anyone else’s. You are the only one Chris has ever said those three words to because you’re the one who makes him feel good about himself.

That is what Chris has told you.

You pull the pillow Chris had used close, tightly wrapping your arms around it as you bury your face into the softness and inhale. The smell of his bodywash is heavy on the material and it pulls you back into that sweet bliss that Chris woke you up from earlier.

A dream where Chris is still with you, playing with your hair as you slowly wake up. Where he’s taking you to have some breakfast at the local cafe because it’s waffle day. Where Chris walks you to class, holding your hand before lifting it to his lips to press soft kisses on the back of it. There are so many things that you wish you could do with him but you know that you can’t because Chris isn’t a man who wants to be tied down.

But, that’s okay because you love him.

It’s okay because he loves you…

You feel on top of the world, like nothing could go wrong, thanks to Chris telling you that he loved you this morning. He rarely says it, most of the time he’ll say it after sex but lately, he’ll tell you before he leaves – sometimes he’ll also tell you to have a good day and that he’ll see you later. Every time Chris says those three words, it perks you up and gives you luck for the day.

Today is no exception.

The assignment that you had needed an extension for because you had been struggling with came back with a high grade, you had a free coffee to use on your loyalty card, and your roommate announced that she’d be going on the upcoming Thursday for a week – meaning more time with Chris and no reasons for him to sneak out.

As you walk to your final class of the day, you see Chris leaning against the lamp post while scrolling through his phone. A small smile spreads across your lips at a thought. You didn’t have the chance during the morning to message Chris about the freedom you’ll have over the weekend so why not just tell him now; it’s not like you aren’t allowed to talk to him in public, it’s just not something he usually initiates. With a pep in your step and your hand raised, Chris’ name is on the tip of your tongue when something stops you in your tracks.

When something causes your heart to completely shatter as you remain frozen in place.

“Channie!” A woman calls as she walks out of the building and Chris puts his phone in his pocket, an easy smile taking over his features as he turns to look at her. You watch their interaction like a scene in a movie. She runs in his direction as he holds out his arms, catching her with ease as she jumps before spinning them around, laughing, kissing, doing everything you wish Chris would do with you. You watch for a moment longer, your brain struggling to process what has just happened. It’s almost like it’s not real but you know it is, the clench in your chest is very real and when you finally allow it to sink in – you turn to run off towards your room.

That should be you. Oh, how desperately you wished it was you but instead, you’re alone. In your room. Sobbing into the pillow that still smells slightly like him. The memory of this morning tears you apart, as you clutch the pillow to your chest and sob uncontrollably into the fabric. You feel so stupid, like a fool that missed all the signs and you wish you could go back to this morning where you were wrapped up in bed, thinking that Chris loved you. You want to go back to where you believed the lie rather than knowing that someone else was getting everything that you had longed for with him.

Oh, how it breaks you thinking that those words meant nothing to him.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you let out the hurt in your chest, your sobs short and shallow as you struggle to breathe and every time a memory flashes through your mind – you are hit with another wave of tears. You’re unsure how sleep found you but it didn’t treat you gently when it managed to pull you under. Once sweet dreams now haunt you, torment you with the happy thoughts that you had with Chris – everything stayed the same except now, you were an outsider watching him do everythingwith someone that wasn’t you. Someone who made him smile. Someone who Chris was happy to wait for and publicly show off to those walking past.

You’re the other woman. It takes a moment for that thought to sink in. You are sure that you’ve been the other woman this entire time, so you begin to wonder: how long has this been going on? They looked comfortable with each other, Chris looked pleased to see her, happy to have her in his arms, so have you been a fool for the last six months?

Waking up near the middle of the night with a stuffy nose and a headache, you feel like complete shit. It feels like you’ve been out drinking all night and it causes you to groan as you rub a hand over your tear-stained face. You don’t know what time it is and honestly, considering how you feel – you don’t care.

Grabbing your phone, you check your notifications and feel utterly disappointed that Chris hasn’t bothered to send you a message to check up on you. Did he not see you standing there? Was he so enamoured with this girl of his that he couldn’t see how crushed you were? No, of course he didn’t, he wouldn’t have seen anything other than the girl that ran towards him while you ran away.

Didn’t he tell you he loved you this morning? Where did that love go?

[ <- TEXT ] Hey Chris, what are you doing? Can we talk? [TEXT ->] Na, not now. Busy. Later.

Frustrated with his obvious avoidance, you slam your phone down onto the bed, huffing before throwing yourself back into bed, blankets pulled over your head. You start to cry again, trying to keep yourself quiet as your roommate enters the room, softly calling your name. “Leave me alone,” you shrug off her hand and roll over so that your back is to her. Of course she would know – the whole campus probably knows by now.

Everyone had warned you to stay away from Chris from the beginning, he was bad news, the campus fuckboy, but you thought that you knew better than the people who had seen and dealt with him before. Your naivety and ignorance allowed you to believe that you could change him but look where it has gotten you instead.

Heartbroken, feeling like an idiot and looking pathetic to those around you.

“Hey. If you need to talk, I’m here for you,” she says softly, her voice slightly concerned but she doesn’t leave even though you wish that she’d let you wallow in self-pity. “I’m sorry this happened, babes. I know how much you liked him…”

You can’t help the scoff that leaves you at her words. You try to clear your blocked nose before talking, sniffing and running your sleeve across your face doesn’t help anymore than blowing your nose does. “Liking him was a stupid mistake, wasn’t it? You all tried to warn me about him and I wouldn’t listen.” You hate how blocked up you sound, how obvious it is that you’ve been crying ever since finding out. Burying your face back into your pillow, your stomach churns as Chris’ scent assaults your barely functioning nostrils. “God, I’m so stupid!” You throw the object across the room as if it’s the most offensive thing that you’ve ever seen before reaching for the other and covering your face. A muffled scream sounds from beneath the clean pillow, hoping that it would make you feel better about things – it didn’t.

Your roommate doesn’t know what to say. She rubs your back, sighing softly as she listens to your soft sobs into the pillow. “You fell for him, hard and fast, I don’t think there was going to be anything I could have said that would have stopped you from allowing him into your bed. You knew from the beginning that he was seeing other women.”

“But, he was always with me.” You try to argue before realising how childish you sound. It’s embarrassing to know that you threw away your self-worth for a guy who didn’t want to commit to you. “I thought I was special because he started to tell me that he loved me.”

She scoffs, shaking her head, “he wouldn’t know what love is even if it hit him in the face with a wet fish.” She stands up, her phone ringing from the other side of the room. “You deserve better, babe. Don’t let him rule you – fuck that man. He isn’t shit. He doesn’t deserve your time or your tears.”

You know that she’s telling the truth. Chris doesn’t deserve anything from you, you agree on that but you need to hear the truth from him. Call it being masochistic or say that you need him to hammer that final nail into the coffin but you need to hear Chris tell you that you mean nothing to him – though, your heart still hopes that you’ve somehow got this all wrong.

Climbing out of bed and making your way to the bathroom to clean up, you make a plan in your head about how you’re going to approach this. “All I have to do is have him say those words.” The pain in your chest has you rubbing your sternum with an uncharacteristic furrow settling between your brow as you think about something that makes you uncomfortable. What if Chris is with her? What if when you get to his room, he’s wrapped up in the sheets with her and that’s the image that you are left with? Do you think you could handle finding out the truth that way or should you accept things as they are and move on without putting yourself through that kind of pain?

No, you have to do this. No matter how much this is going to hurt, you know it’s better to have it all laid out before you. You need closure and this is how you’ll get it.

You stand in front of his door, hand frozen in place as your heart becomes utterly devastated at what you overhear.

You shouldn’t have come; you should have stayed in your room like you knew was best to do but the need for answers became greater than your want to continue to cry. You didn’t think you had any more tears to shed but hearing him like this has proven you wrong. If you had stayed in your room, you would have remained ignorant but now, your eyes are open to the truth. You hear him coaxing every sound from her, grunting and telling her that she’s beautiful, that she sounds so good, she’s doing so good – all the things that he used to tell you. You hear her calling his name, it sounding like it’s made for her to say. If you had staying in your room then you would have been able to avoid the nausea that is now settling into your stomach and making it hard for you to stand there.

You should leave, you should save yourself the pain.

It’s almost an out of body experience, almost like you aren’t the one standing there as you lift a hand to knock on the door. It’s a quiet and timid sound that goes unnoticed – or if they did hear it, they chose to ignore it. You steady yourself, preparing to face Chris – or his girlfriend, you assume she is – and knock again, harder this time. A loud, annoyed groan is what you’re met with, followed by rustling and giggles, before footsteps making their way towards the door. “Who is it?” Chris grounds out as he opens the door, seeing you standing there. The cold glare that meets you is unlike anything you’ve ever seen from him before and causes you to step back. “What do you want?”

His harsh tone lashes at your heart, further shattering the already broken pieces. A lump is stuck in your throat and tears threaten to fall as you take him in; his neck littered in dark marks, scratches down his biceps, hair messy and even with grey sweats hanging low on his hips, you can tell he hasn’t finished what he started. He’s only standing there because you forced him out of his bed. Just this morning, he looked similar to this as he was getting out of your bed – why is he acting like this now? Why is he treating you like you are a stranger to him?

“Chris… I-I… well, we need-”

He clicks his tongue, leaning against the doorframe as he folds his arms over his bare chest, looking down at you. It’s like you’re nothing more than a hindrance to him, a bother that keeps popping up. “I told you that I was busy and yet you turn up at my fucking door?” His voice is low and you can tell that he’s pissed off. “Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

The venom in his tone causes you to step back a little more, shocking you to your core. “B-but… I-I thought… I don’t understand…” He lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as tears begin to fall. It’s painfully obvious that he doesn’t care. Everything he said, everything he did was a lie. How could you have fallen for someone so heartless? “I thought you loved me…” You finally say, your voice soft and defeated.

That’s when Chris deals the final blow. “Loved you?” He laughs in disbelief, looking at you incredulously, “shit, you really believed that?” You give him a small nod, not that you believe it now but you did until this moment. “Look, you’re pretty and all that but I told you from the beginning what we were. You were wanting more and so I just gave you what you wanted – played the part.”

“Then…” You look over his shoulder at the woman who is in his bed, playing on her phone, unbothered by what is happening. “I thought you said that you weren’t relationship material…” You mumble, eyes dropping to the floor because continuing to look at him only causes you to feel stupid and makes you want to throw up. You wished that he would care about what he’s done, how he’s made you feel but it’s clear this means nothing to him.

Chris simply shrugs, “I don’t know what you want me to say, she’s different.” Those words stab you in the chest. It’s not like there is much left of your heart to break anymore but those were the words that you were always wanting to hear so hearing him describe someone else like that – it sucked more than it should have. “Look, just don’t keep hanging around. It’s weird considering we were never anything official. Go back to your room, or whatever else you wanna do but,” Chris looks over his shoulder, “don’t come back here.” When he looks back at you, you can tell that the Chris you had known and started to fall in love with is nothing like the man before you. “It’s best if you move on.” Without giving you a chance to respond, a chance to beg and plead, Chris closes the door in your face, leaving you standing there with tears streaming down your face once more.

Move on. That’s what he said. It’s best for you to move on.

Chris said those words so easily, completely disregarding how you feel because it’s not his problem. He spoke as if your heart wasn’t deeply invested in him, like he didn’t make you fall so hopelessly in love with him, like you didn’t wish so desperately that he would show you off like you meant the world to him. He told you that it’s best for you to move on because it’s clear that he’s done the same.

So, you try to do exactly that.

You drag your feet along the ground as you head back towards your cold bed. You leave a trail of the broken pieces of your heart behind you for everyone to see. Chris destroyed you and didn’t even care enough to do it in a way that would allow you to feel less stupid about yourself. He broke you in a way that you vowed to never be broken again. You swear off love, refusing to put yourself in this position because what is the point if this is going to be the aftermath.

No, you’ll never love again.

Never, ever again.

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