#so when done with whatever we had to do. we were heading back & both of us just turned left into one of the hallways without thinking

[sugxto]

brutalizer(s) - eddie/volt/reader

⋆syn: You decide to "challengers" your new boyfriends. It, uh, doesn't go as planned.

⋆wc: 3.3k

⋆cw: m/m/f threesome, light dom/sub undertones, erotic electrostimulation, some very very minor dacryphilia, spit sharing, choking.

⋆notes: takes place immediately after the love route, but can be read independently. g/n pronouns for reader, called "good girl" and afab genitalia. other e/v one shots.

⋆snippet:

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

“We could do a Volt and Eddie sandwich.”

The corner of Volt’s smile twitches, and he turns to Eddie with raised brows, hands nonchalantly in his pockets. Eddie’s face is uncharacteristically pink, and he casts a knowing glance at Volt, and pushes himself off the bar. 

“Well, seeing as how we’re… closed for the evening,” Volt starts, his eyes traveling back to yours, “I think, something to that effect, can be arranged. Eddie?”

The ice that you’ve come to know in Eddie’s stare is gone, the new spark glittering in it instead. He looks more lively, more excited, more… confident?

“I… wouldn’t be opposed.” His eyes rake over your body, as if finally allowing himself to fully drink you in the same way he drinks his whiskey sours. “It’s been a while since I’ve been up to… enjoying myself.”

Oh, they’re serious. 

I mean, you were serious too, but, right now? Right after they’ve just, essentially, come back to life?

But, who were you to turn down a good time?

You clear your throat. “Uh, here? In the club?”

Eddie scoffs, because you already knew the answer. “Absolutely not. No sex in the bar, that’s the one rule.”

“It’s not really a rule -”

“Volt.”

“Fine, fine, not here. Not tonight, at least.”

“Volt -”

“We live upstairs, a flat sort of thing.” Volt holds out his hand to you, want apparent in his gaze. “Shall I lead us there?”

You take his hand, that same spark from the first night surging up your arm, and you feel a second hand, strong and rough, at the small of your back as you head up the stairs. 

You realize, when you get to the bedroom, that you’ve… never done this before. Two. At once? Separately? How… exactly does this work. 

A thought sparks in your memory, of a movie you watched with Sam, where a girl swindled the two boys interested in her to kiss each other, and ya know, that’s something you might be interested in seeing. 

You’re all in the bedroom now, both of them eyeing you, expectantly, though not hurriedly. You giggle nervously, holding your hands to your heart. 

“I’ve uh, never done this before,” you admit. “Maybe, can I kiss you? And we can go from there?”

“Of course, darling. Whatever you want,” Volt cocks his head in Eddie’s direction. “I’ve already had the pleasure, so why not give Eddie a taste, hm?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and sighs. “Ignore him, he can’t help it.” He holds out his hand, and pulls you closer when you take it. “But, I wouldn’t say no.”

Eddie’s lips are different from Volt’s, more hesitant, but soft, and gentle as he learns your pace and the shape of your mouth. He tastes like a whiskey sour, and you just want to drink him down. 

Volt’s lips find your neck, and you notice he’s slipped off his shirt, and the air hums with the charge emanating off him. You lean into him, his strong arms, and Eddie pulls away to take off his own shirt as Volt smoothly whips off your dress. Eddie takes his turn at your neck, and the double dose of pleasure pulses like a current under your skin. 

You raise your hands, find their cheeks, and gently, oh so gently, you bring their lips towards each other, hoping they don’t notice it’s no longer you. You’ll only watch for a moment, you tell yourself, before you insert yourself back in. No one will be the wiser. As their lips touch, their eyes stay closed, and you step back to quietly sit on the edge of the bed. 

You watch their lips met with rapt attention, the ends of Volt’s hair sparking with each swipe of tongue you catch. Eddie’s teeth find the softness of Volt’s bottom lip, and a small sound escapes the back of your throat at the sight. 

You expected them to pull apart at the unexpected sound, to open their eyes and realize what they’d done (and, not a small part of you hoped, punish you for it).

So it’s a bit odd, you think, when their kiss deepens. When Volt’s large hand, his silver nails, find Eddie’s jaw, and swipe acros his stubble. When Eddie, in turn, half opens his eye, and a titanium stare finds you past Volt’s cheekbone.

Your heart hammers in your chest. This is either going to go better than you expected, or much, much worse for you.

You’re not sure which you’re hoping for more. 

Volt’s lips move to Eddie’s cheek, his jaw, exposing more of Eddie’s face to you - both his eyes, boring into yours. He’s barely hiding a smirk. 

“Thought you did something there, huh?” Eddie’s voice is low, it hits you somewhere deeper in your belly than it has before. The whiskey sours earlier certainly aren’t helping. “It’s cute, but, come on.”

Volt chuckles, his lips against Eddie’s cheek, and his white hot stare locks on to you too. “Very cute, indeed. Really, spark,” his lips curl into what you can only describe as something dastardly, “did you honestly think I don’t already know his lips better than my own?”

Oh.

Oh for amps sake. 

Because, actually, no. That thought hadn’t occurred to you. Why hadn’t that thought occurred to you? I mean, come on, there’s only one bed!

Your mouth goes dry, your jaw goes slack, your eyes zinging back and forth between pure white and pure steel. You’re caught. You’re so caught. 

“I, uh,” you start, but you’ve lost that bravado. “I never want to assume.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, Volt’s thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. He pecks it softly. “Right. How thoughtful.”

“This is what you were wanting, though, was it not, live wire?” Volt purrs as he extricates himself from Eddie’s side, taking a step towards you in a way that reminds of that tiger feeding you once saw at the zoo. Like a predator. Stalking. Possessive. 

Oh fuck, you think. You’ve just fed yourself to the tigers. 

Volt’s hands are on either side of the bed next to your hips. Caging you. You can feel the sparks from his hair, the charge in his skin. “You wanted all three of us to enjoy ourselves, yes?”

You nod, and you see a flash of his canine teeth as he smiles.

“Exactly. And we most certainly will. But,” his jagged eyebrows lift, “you thought you could have an upper hand. And, it absolutely delights me to say, you won’t be having that.”

Rough hands are on your shoulders, and you’re shoved down onto the bed, Eddie’s unruly coils dangling over you. 

“Eddie, where did you -” you breathe, but one of those calloused hands is on your throat, squeezing just enough to silence you. Eddie’s grey eyes have darkened. Hunger, you think, he’s hungry.

Familiar sparks singe your inner thighs, but you can't lift your head to see what else Volt is doing - you can only feel the currents under your skin as his fingers find the crotch of your panties, pulling them only a little. Eddie only watches your face, how your brows furrow at the teasing, your eyes pleading for something he can’t give. Your hand comes to his wrist, not pushing him away, but needing to touch him more. 

“Eddie,” you breathe, feeling the weight of his hand on your neck. “Eddie please -”

“Do I look like the one you should be talkin to?” His brows lift, his stare curious. “Ya know, I don’t even really think you’re in a position to be talkin, period. Volt?”

You feel the man in question hum over the cloth of your panties, already hot, and the literal electricity isn’t helping. “I think I can occupy them, if you can keep them quiet.”

Keep them quiet?? Your eyes widen, but Eddie only chuckles. “My pleasure.”

With limited movement, you’re only acutely aware of what Eddie does with his other hand, until you hear the zip of his fly, the rustle of fabric, and -

Oh, fuck. 

Eddie’s cock is gorgeous, veiny in a way that reminds you of the wires he adorns, the head already leaking with pre. You lick your lips, staring at just a few inches over your face, and god, Eddie’s not the only hungry one. 

“Fuuuck, Eddie,” you moan, bringing your hand up to try and touch it, but the hand around your throat moves faster, leaving its mark to grab at your wrist this time. 

Eddie tsks his tongue. “Not so fast, live wire. Volt wants me to keep you quiet.” His other hand finds your cheek, stroking softly. “So, open your mouth, hm?”

The heat between your legs is getting unbearable, and you whimper when you feel Volt move the scrap of fabric to the side. “Yes, Eddie,” you manage, opening wide and offering your tongue. 

His cock is so hot as it finds your mouth, the soft tip and drops of pre languishing over your tongue, you can’t stop your lips from wrapping around his length as he presses in further, further -

A zap to your clitoris makes your hips buck in surprise, and your eyes shoot open - you see nothing save Eddie’s balls above your nose, and another zap elicits a squeak from your full mouth. 

Volt’s laugh is feral, his breath burning on your thighs. “Liked that, my little spark? Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of charge for us.” His thumb presses almost delicately to your bud, making the smallest of circles, testing, learning. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” His thumb dips lower, finding your entrance already wet, waiting. “I simply must have a taste.”

His tongue is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before - Ben-Hwa’s vibrations are incomparable to the literal electricity that is swiping over your lips, your hole, your clit - it’s mind-blowing. It’s explosive. Volt works you almost too expertly to be believed, and your brain short circuits when a finger slips inside. 

Eddie groans as he feels you moan around him, your hips wanting to buck, but one of Volt’s forearms keeps your hips pressed to the bed. You’re pinned, caged, at the whims of these two men, and it’s making you ache. 

Faster than you can remember happening before, your belly coils with tension, your climax growing completely outside your control. Volt feels it too, he must, because he devours you with fervor, two fingers moving at an impossible pace inside you. It builds and builds and -

You see sparks as you cum, as your hips fight against Volt’s hold, as you struggle for something solid to hold to. Your skin tingles, you’re absolutely buzzing, you’re a -

“Mm, live wire,” you hear Volt’s smile as he says it, and he presses a kiss to your clit - it makes your leg shake unconsciously. “You are just too fun.”

You whimper, your body jello, your focus on keeping Eddie’s cock inside your mouth, but you feel him retreat, and whimper again at the loss. 

Eddie strokes your cheek again, and you feel Volt climb onto the bed, sitting by your side. His touch slinks up your torso, the side of your breast, your bicep, trailing sparks the whole way. 

He hums contentedly. “Good girl for taking Eddie so well, he says, and you flush, and watch him glance up at Eddie, who's sitting back on his knees. “And good boy keeping them quiet, Eddie.”

Eddie’s sigh sounds a bit amused. “You haven’t said that shit in a while.”

“Well, I mean it.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie’s hands reach for the back of Volt’s neck, pulling him closer. “Lemme taste, yeah?”

Volt’s chuckle is cut off by Eddie’s tongue swiping over his lips before pushing inside his mouth, and god, what a sight for sore eyes. The men pull at each other, teeth clashing, and in your blissed out state, you can’t stop the moan that leaves your lips. 

Two sets of eyes stare down at you, two sets of lips curling into grins. “Oh, darling,” Volt purrs, “you want a taste too?”

You can only nod, and you will your body to lift yourself onto your elbows to meet them halfway. You watch them share a look, and your arms tremble. 

“Open, then.”

You cock your head. “What?”

“Open. Your mouth,” Volt repeats, and you do, tentatively. 

“Very good.” Volt turns back to Eddie, pulling his jaw with his thumb, and Eddie’s mouth drops for him. Volt positions his lips above him, and a line of spit trails from his lips onto Eddie’s waiting tongue. 

These men. These men were going to kill you. 

Eddie hums, and as he bends down to you, his hand trails down Volt’s stomach. You press your legs together, the anticipation sparking back inside you. Your nails claw at the sheets when Eddie hovers a few inches above your head, and you press your tongue even further out. The spit travels from his lips and lands, cold, on your tongue, and your legs twitch, your fists clench.

“Swallow,” Eddie says, voice thick and gruff with lust. 

You do. 

And they pounce. 

You’re dragged up the bed, two sets of hands pulling and pawing. Somehow your bra is off, your panties are gone, you hear their pants hit the floor, and the temperature raises as more skin is exposed. You find yourself propped against the pillows, your back against Eddie’s stomach, Volt stomachs against yours, utterly pressed between them. 

“Feel good, spark?” Volt says, his hand at your waist. “Your sandwich living up to expectations?”

You giggle, realizing this was, in fact, exactly what you’d asked for. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” Eddie grunts, his lips on your earlobe. 

“We do aim to please.” Volt squeezes your side, grinding his hips against you, his length hard, pressing insistently at where your thighs press together. 

“I’ll make sure to leave a -“ you gasp when Eddie’s teeth graze your neck, “a, fuck, glowing Breaker Box review.”

Volt’s grin is back to dastardly, and he grinds his hips harder against you. “Let’s ensure five stars, shall we?” 

His hand moves from your hip to your thigh, a spark running down your leg as he lifts it and throws it over his thigh. His cock is pressed against your stomach, and another pair of hands reach around to cup your breasts, and now Eddie’s cock slots between your cheeks. 

“Now, spark,” Volt’s voice is low, honeyed, and Eddie’s bites to your neck aren’t helping the buzz in your head. “Who do you want first?”

Best sandwich you’ve ever had. 

“I, I have to choose?” You mumble out, barely able to form a sentence as Volt’s eyes study your face. Eddie groans, pinching your nipple to elicit a gasp from your lips. 

“Mm, darling, we’ll work our way to not having to.” His fingers dance along your thigh, and Eddie’s cock slides along your skin. “Patience, for now, however. We wouldn’t want to break you on our first outing.”

Oh, but maybe you did. 

You swallow, the wires of your mind completely disconnected. “Volt, I, I can’t. I can’t choose.” How could you? Between two perfect, adoring, electrifying men, that wanted you more than the currents in their bodies? It wasn’t fair, surely. They were one, they were yours, but you couldn’t choose.

Volt’s lips turn to a pout, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “Oh, poor wire. Feeling frayed?” He tsks his tongue when you nod. “Alright, no more choosing tonight. Let us take care of you, hm? Just close your eyes.”

You do, and he again lifts your leg, granting full access to anyone wanting your hole. You ache, the air charged and your lips dripping with want. You feel both of them pull away from you slightly, no longer able to feel their lengths, and you whimper from the loss of -

An intrusion of your entrance makes you cry out in surprise, and slowly, terribly, intensely, you’re being filled, and it’s like a fire has been lit inside your cunt, under your skin, in your heart. It burns, deliciously, beautifully. You eyelids flutter when the cock bottoms out, and a familiar, rough hand is suddenly covering your eyes. 

“You,” Eddie groans in your ear, “you, fuck me, feel perfect, spark.” His breath is ragged, and you curse when he thrusts, once, twice. “Oh fuck, oh, baby.” He says it reverently, lovingly. Your heart is going to burst out of your chest. 

A new hand finds your nipple, a zap bringing it to attention. “How does he feel, our spark? Doesn't his cock feel like it’s going to split you in two?”

In another state of mind, you might want to linger on the implications of that question. But yes, in fact, as Eddie’s thrusts became more frantic, the possibility of you splitting at the center did seem more likely. If Volt holding up your leg was the only thing centering yourself. 

Just as soon as you feel your climax building inside you, you’re empty, Eddie sliding out of you, and you grip around nothing, moaning at the emptiness. 

“No, no, Eddie, please!” You manage out before the hand on your eyes slips down to cover your mouth. The callouses on his hands are harsh against your lips, and you barely manage out a moan of protest before something new slips inside you, long and hot and slipping in so nicely. Moans of protest quickly turn to acceptance, and Volt’s cock is just so easy to accept. 

“Oh sweet amp.” Volt’s usually collected voice is shaky as he works his way inside you, taking his time much to your distress. “Live wire, I - we -”

“You,” Eddie breathes in your ear, “you might’ve been made for us.”

Ah. 

That’ll do it, then. 

You hardly even feel the build up, the spiringing coil, all you know if you’re cumming, you’re gushing without abandon on Volt’s cock, and tears spring to your eyes when they both curse, and Volt’s pace quickens. Eddie’s hand leaves your mouth, finding your neck again, controlling your air like he controls the very power of your home. Your body is slack, offering neither of them resistance, given over to the fire inside your belly, the weight of their hands, their control of your cunt. 

You feel Volt slip out, and now Eddie is back inside you. The tears spill over your cheeks, and an electric tongue licks them up. Almost as quickly as you adjust to Eddie, he’s gone, and Volt is back, then Eddie, then Volt, until you’re no longer cognizant of the difference. 

Eddie’s breath is erratic. “I’m, fuck, I -”

“Me too, darling,” Volt huffs. “Where -”

“S, stomach,” you moan. “Both, both, please.”

You’re on your back, your body liquid, but you open your eyes enough to watch their hands find each other’s lengths, pump once, twice, and then groan together as their cum lands on your skin, singeing like the flame of a candle. 

It’s a haze, what comes after. They’re kissing your cheeks, tucking your hair, singing what you guess are your praises in your ear. Volt’s voice is distant, but you hear how he calls you a good girl, while Eddie wipes away their spend with a towel from his discarded pants. 

You’re between them again when you return to earth, kisses peppered on your shoulder, tingles along your arms. It’s better than any dream, but somehow, you know it won’t disappear. 

“Back with us, spark?” Eddie whispers when your eyes flutter open. 

You smile softly, hum contentedly. “Always.”

“Very good,” Volt’s lips press to your collarbone. “You took everything beautifully, live wire. Our good girl. Our spark.”

You sigh, rolling onto your back, and find their cheeks with your hands. “You boys,” you smile, gaze flicking between them. “I love you.”

Steel meets white, then both meet you. “We love you too, little wire.”

[e1e4n0r5]

Their Little Plaything: Bonus Scene 5

Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue, Bonus Scene 1, Bonus Scene 2, Bonus Scene 3, Bonus Scene 4

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Former Bullies Cait & Vi x Loner Nerd Reader

Words: 6589

Synopsis: The summer between Junior and Senior years doesn't go exactly as you'd planned

Warnings: ANGST!! Relationship insecurities, feelings of isolation, bullying, implied excessive alcohol use

Notes: This wasn't my fault! Someone suggested this a while ago and I wasn't planning on doing it because it's too heart-breaking but then my brain went 'do it' and I had to obey 😭

Summer between Junior and Senior Years

The air on campus buzzed with early summer heat and long goodbyes. Students were dragging overstuffed suitcases down the sidewalks, calling out promises to meet up over the summer break, hugging, laughing, and posing for last-day selfies.

Cait adjusted her bag on her shoulder and turned to Vi with a look that said don’t make a scene.

Vi, of course, was already making one. She had you pulled tightly against her chest, chin tucked over the top of your head, swaying the two of you back and forth with a grip that didn’t seem like it would never let go.

“Eight weeks,” Vi muttered into your hair. “Fuck it, you’re not going, you’re coming with us.”

“Vi-”

“Cait can refund your mom whatever she’s booked, you can’t go,” she begged.

“Vi-”

“How the fuck are we supposed to manage without you for two months!”

Cait spoke louder than you, calling firmly, “Violet.”

She sniffed, shaking her head. “Okay. Okay, I’ve got it. I’ve got it. It’s only eight weeks. That’s nothing. That’s just, like…Forty gym sessions. Without you. Fuck, I’m gonna be so buff by the time you see me.”

Vi finally let go, though her hand lingered around your waist, reluctant to fully let go.

You chuckled softly, but your smile didn’t reach your eyes.

Cait stood close, watching the hug, arms folded lightly. She looked so poised, even now, dressed neatly for her family’s car service that was waiting by the curb. She was trying to keep it together. You were already upset, Vi’s neediness and clinginess was starting to come out…Someone had to be strong. But her eyes softened when you turned to her.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you to the train station?”

“Cait, it’s almost an hour away, in the other direction. You’ve already got to drive three hours; don’t make it five. I’ll be fine, the campus bus’ll be here any minute.”

She nodded unhappily. She knew you were going home to be with your mother over summer – your mum had booked some non-refundable vacation spots months ago, as surprises for you, not knowing you were now in a relationship – but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t miss you.

Still, you’d come spend the last two weeks at the Kiramman summer estate with them (even though Cait’s parents didn’t yet know you were a throuple) but it was still going to be a long summer without each other.

“Have you got your ticket?”

“Yes.”

“Purse?”

“Yes.”

“Phone charger? Headphones, book for the journey?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.”

Cait nodded. “Text us when you get to the station.”

You smiled, trying to force down the tears. “Okay.”

“And when you arrive,” Cait said, stepping forward to cup your face in both hands. “And I expect full updates from you. Books read, meals eaten – with pictures! – outfits worn, exercises done. Photo collages of all the places you go with your mother.”

“Got it,” you whispered. “Everything. You’ll be sick of me.”

Vi’s hand twitched on your waist, resisting the urge to pull you back in. “You’ll be okay, right? You’ve got your mom, and…We’ll have video sex every night-”

You giggled, tears in your eyes. “Not when I’m sharing a room with mum on vacation.”

“Okay, secret titty pics in the shower will suffice for those days,” Vi joked.

“And we made the shared playlist, so we can think of each other when we’re apart…” Cait’s eyes started getting damp.

“Yeah,” you interrupted gently. “Yeah, we’ll be fine. Eight weeks. Two months.”

It felt like you were all saying it to reassure yourselves.

As they said their final goodbyes, Cait pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, and Vi bumped her forehead against yours, whispering, “Don’t forget us, baby.”

The campus shuttle bus arrived only a minute after their car pulled away. You queued with your suitcase, trying not to cry as you got on board, settling into a window seat, watching the campus slowly empty of students as they all went home for those glorious weeks between years.

It wasn’t until you put in your headphones and they didn’t automatically connect that you realised the worst had happened.

You hadn’t noticed at the time, but as you’d been scrambling to finish packing that morning, you’d accidentally knocked your phone off the bedside table, and under the bed. In the chaos to get out of the house on time, you hadn’t checked if it was in your bag.

Your lifeline – your only connection to the women you loved – was out of reach. And would be for eight weeks.

The train ride was torturous. Not only did you not have your music or any way to communicate with your girlfriends or your mother, but because you knew Cait and Vi would be worried sick. You hadn’t texted them when you’d arrived at the train station, you hadn’t texted once during the two-hour train ride, and you hadn’t let them know you’d arrived in your hometown. You knew they’d be going insane with worry!

But you tried to put it out of your mind; there was nothing you could do about your phone, and when you got back to your childhood home, you’d just think of another way to contact them. At least you still had your laptop.

You walked through the Arrivals area of the train station, looking out for your mum. You smiled wide when you saw her.

“There you are!” she called happily, running over and pulling you into her arms.

You hugged her back tightly, not wanting to let go. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed this; your mum’s shampoo, her perfume, the warmth of her voice, the way she held on like you might slip away.

“Hi, mum,” you choked against her shoulder, trying to hold back tears.

“Oh, I missed you so much, sweetheart!”

Sweetheart.

Your heart panged. Vi. She’d be so worried about you.

“I was texting you, you didn’t reply.”

You shook your head. “I forgot my phone in…My dorm,” you covered quickly.

“Oh, no. We’ll sort something out when we get home. We could always get you one of those ‘burnt’ phones?”

“A burner phone?” you teased.

“Oh, stop it. Come on, let’s get you home. And you can tell me all about what you’ve been up to!”

The house looked the same as ever: white paint peeling just a little more, flower boxes full of red geraniums struggling in the summer heat, wind chimes clinking softly in the breeze.

Inside, everything smelled like lemon polish and fresh laundry. You sank into the familiar cushions of the old sofa, curling your legs under you as your mum bustled about, making tea.

“You look tired,” your mum said, handing you a steaming mug and sitting beside you. “School been that rough?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. The semester ended okay. Just…A lot happened this year.”

“Girlfriend trouble?” Your mum raised an eyebrow and gave you that look – curious, patient, not pushing.

You traced the rim of your mug with your thumb. “Well…”

She grinned. “I knew it! I knew my baby had a girlfriend! Who is she, what’s her name?”

“Well…Um…”

“Oh…Oh, is it a boy?” she asked in surprise, like it were a secret.

That snapped you out of your hesitation. “No, no, definitely not a boy.”

“So, we’re still lesbian?”

You laughed. “Yes, mum, we are still a lesbian.”

“Well, spit it out then! Who is she?”

“Cait-”

“Cait! Awww, that’s such a nice name! Is she-?”

“-And Vi.”

Your mum paused, blinking. “Caitandvi? That’s her name? Where’s she from?”

“No, mum. Caitlyn and Violet. I have two girlfriends.”

She gasped your full name. “Are you cheating on those girls? Do they know about this?”

“No, mum, stop! I have two girlfriends. We’re all together. We’re in a three-person relationship. I have two girlfriends; Cait has two girlfriends; Vi has two girlfriends.”

You could almost see your mum’s brain rebooting. “Oh. Oh, I see! Is that the open relationship stuff?”

You shook your head. “No, not open. The three of us are together, no-one else. Closed unit.”

She finally nodded. “Okay, okay, got it. How long have you been together?”

You sipped your tea. “Since just before Christmas.”

She gasped. “And why haven’t you told me this before?”

You looked at her. “Mum, can you imagine trying to have the conversation we just had…Over the phone? When half the time you still face the camera the wrong way.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Alright, missy, settle down.” She was quiet for a beat. “Are they nice to you?”

You smiled a little, surprised by the question – and the emotion it stirred. “Yes. They make me feel safe. Loved. Seen.”

Your mum nodded slowly. “Then I’m happy for you, and I can’t wait to meet them. It’s not about the shape of the relationship. It’s about how it makes you feel.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, feeling so relieved at your mum’s acceptance and blessing. “They’re really different. Cait’s like…Precision and care. She was Class President this year, and she’s won again for next year too! And Vi’s all fire; she’s on the school football team. They balance each other, and somehow…I fit in there too.”

“They sound like good girls,” your mum said, sipping her tea.

Your eyes stung a little. “I miss them already. I can’t believe I dropped my phone at home and didn’t even notice! I haven’t been able to get in touch with them. They’re going to be so worried about me, or think I’m ignoring them!”

Your mum reached over, rubbing your shoulder gently. “They’ll be waiting for you. The ones who love you always are.”

The first few days at home weren’t terrible. Maddening. But not terrible. You’d spent the first evening trying to figure out how the hell you could contact either, or both, of them.

Your mum had offered to buy you a burner phone – but you didn’t know their numbers.

You’d considered email – but you didn’t have their email addresses.

You could see their social media accounts, but you couldn’t comment or message without an account.

You’d tried to get into your private account (that you only ever used to doomscroll and look at what Cait and Vi posted), but the platform wanted to send a verification code to your phone number – which you didn’t fucking have access to! You’d emailed the help desk, offering to answer any and all security questions – do anything they needed! – but they said there was nothing they could do without your phone.

You could write them a goddamn letter – except you didn’t know either of their families’ addresses, and the Kiramman summer estate was unlisted.

And this rate, you’d have to resort to smoke signals or carrier pigeons…You could just imagine trying to wrangle a bird, sticking a letter to its leg and telling it to go find Cait or Vi. That would only go well…

You unpacked slowly, folding your clothes into the drawers of your childhood bedroom, surrounded by posters you hadn’t bothered to take down when you left for college. Your mum made all your favourite meals, fussed over your hair, asked too many questions about your relationship. It was familiar. Safe.

But not the same.

You kept reaching for your phone, again and again, only to realize it wasn’t in your pocket. Wasn’t on the dresser. Wasn’t in your bag. It was nowhere.

Day by day, the silence stretched out longer. No Cait teasing you in the morning with perfectly timed sensual voice notes. No Vi sending blurry selfies from the grocery store with captions like do we need ten frozen pizzas?

Just…Nothing.

Your mum had surprised you with a disposable camera on day three.

“I know it’s not a fancy phone but you can still take pictures to show the girls! You’ll have to get them developed and printed, but that’s what we did back then,” she explained as she unpacked some groceries.

You examined the camera with a smile, eyeing the extra rolls of film she brought. “Thanks, mum. This is kinda cool. Retro.”

“Please do not describe anything from my youth as retro,” she scolded.

So you started taking photos. You hoped they were okay, you couldn’t see what you’d taken. Maybe everything would end up blurry, or your finger would be over the lens. You captured your outfits of the day – OOTD, as you’d learnt from Cait’s social media. Most of your meals, so Cait would know you’d eaten, even if she wasn’t getting live updates. The beach day you and your mum went on (obligatory secret titty pic for Vi, which then gave you a panic attack thinking of an employee at a photo shop who may end up seeing your boobs). An award-winning photo of your feet propped up on the porch swing, a book in your lap, the sunset in the distance, a gentle blur to the photo to give it that soft and romantic vibe.

The knowledge that the girls would see the photos in the future kept you going, even when you were cut off from them. It was a little thing to hold on to.

But by day ten the doubts began to creep in.

You’d been looking at their social media accounts over the days. Smiles, sun, cocktails by the pool, evening meals in restaurants Cait’s family paid for. Not one mention of you, or missing someone special. Nothing. Just them enjoying themselves.

Two carefree love-struck college girls, living their best summer life.

Maybe it was easier if they didn’t love you back.

Maybe it was better not to hope.

Maybe they’d gone back to Caitlyn’s estate, to her rich family and fancy silverware and acres of land, and realized how easy it would be to forget about you.

You began to wonder if you’d made it all up. If the love was temporary. Conditional. Something that had ended with the school year, like a class schedule or a lease agreement.

Without Cait or Vi checking in, holding you, reminding you that you were safe and wanted and real… You’d never felt so alone.

You walked past your old high school on your way to the grocery store, and it made your stomach twist. Your mind filled with all the horrible memories of your years there – the mocking, the tormenting, the horrific isolation.

The fluorescent lights in the grocery store buzzed quietly overhead. You hadn’t meant to linger, just grab milk for the two of you and leave. But your thoughts kept wandering – without a phone to distract you – to the feel Cait’s fingers tracing your hip, Vi’s laugh muffled into your neck, the smell of both of them next to you in bed.

“Oh my god, look who it is,” a voice drawled behind you.

You turned slowly, praying it wasn’t—

Heather Scott. The girl who played the prank on you in high school, outing you to the whole school, your humiliation published on social media for the world to see. Same perfect teeth, same overly tanned skin. She looked you up and down with a smirk that made you feel fifteen again.

“Didn’t think I’d see you back here,” Heather said, arms crossed. “You always acted like you were too good for this town. What happened, college not work out?”

You frowned. “It’s summer break, Heather.”

Her eyes scanned you. “You look the same. Bit skinnier. Still quiet, huh? Still lesbo?”

You wanted to disappear, but somehow you couldn’t move.

“Oh, come on. Not learnt how to take a joke yet? Bet you’re still the weird girl no-one wants to sit with.”

Your cheeks burned. “Actually, I’m not.”

She raised her eyebrows. “No? You finally got some friends at that fancy college?”

“I do, yeah. I’ve got a best friend-” Shit, you haven’t been able to talk to Powder, either!

She laughed. “Wow, that’s super impressive…”

“And two girlfriends.”

Heather blinked. “Two girlfriends? Now I know you’re making shit up.”

“Look them up: Caitlyn Kiramman and Violet Lanes,” you challenged, even though you hated every desperate word pouring out of your mouth. Why were you doing this? Why were you so desperate for this bitch’s approval? You’d stopped liking her the second she aided in your public humiliation, and that was years ago!

She just laughed to herself as she tapped away on her phone. After a few seconds, she paused, eyebrow lifting. “Blue hair, kinda tall?”

“Yeah! That’s Cait-”

“You’re seriously trying to tell me that these two,” she turned the phone around and showed you the latest photo on Cait’s profile – the two of them sitting in the shallow end of a pool, each with a drink in hand, kissing passionately, “Drop-dead gorgeous women are into you?”

Your heart twisted. “Yes-”

“No fucking way, Y/N. They are way too hot for you. They’re both off-the-scale hot, and you’re seriously like a three on a good day. And besides,” she scrolled back on Cait’s feed, shaking her head, “There’s no mention of you. No other girlfriend, they don’t say they miss anyone, they’re not looking forward to seeing anyone…”

Your heart twisted again. “I’ve asked them to keep me off social media-”

“Why, if you’re really together? Oh, because of that stupid prank years ago? You really think people from school will still pick on you for that? No-one gives a fuck about you anymore.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a fucking loser, Y/N. I bet you’ve made up this whole thing in your head, and these girls don’t even know you. Hey, let me check.” She tapped away on her phone, chewing her gum for a few seconds, and then laughed. “Ha! See!”

She turned the phone back around, showing you a private message screen between her and Cait.

Heather Scott: Y/N says hi

Caitlyn Kiramman: ??

Your lip trembled, your heart pounded.

No.

No, they wouldn’t.

Two question marks doesn’t explain anything! That could mean anything!

Then another message popped up:

Caitlyn Kiramman: Stay the fuck out of our business

* * * Ten days earlier * * *

“Do you think she’ll miss us?”

Vi lay on Cait’s chest in the back of her family’s car, a waterproof blanket beneath them and fluffy one tucked over their naked bodies. It was a three-hour drive to the Kiramman summer estate from college; they had perfected a routine, one they couldn’t wait to show you.

Vi held Cait tightly, as Cait stroked her fingers through her dark hair, lightly scratching her scalp.

“Of course she will.”

“Has she messaged?” she lifted her head a little of Cait’s chest, only to have her hand bring it back down.

She checked her phone screen, unable to hide her disappointment. “Nothing yet.”

“But it’s been two hours,” Vi protested.

“I know,” Cait soothed, “But she might have been in a rush at the station, or maybe her phone died on the train. She’ll let us know as soon as she can. Now, do you want another quick round, or a 30-minute nap before we have to make ourselves presentable?”

Vi growled playfully. “What do you think?”

The Kiramman summer estate was beautiful, quiet, and utterly suffocating. The white brick mansion sat surrounded by orange groves, miles from the nearest neighbouring mansion. Complete with a large pool and bar, terrace, home gym, games rooms, home cinema, and much more, it was the perfect place to escape city life for those precious few weeks of glorious summer weather.

Cait stood at the balcony of her bedroom, arms crossed, watching the distant lights of the city on the horizon. Her family’s staff had unpacked their things as they got settled with tea with her parents. The sheets were pressed, the pillows fluffed, and dinner had been served with ceremonial polish.

But it was missing something. Someone.

Vi tossed and turned behind her, huffing softly. “She hasn’t texted.”

“I know.”

“I know she can be forgetful, but she wouldn’t just disappear.” Vi sat up, bare arms tense, tattoos flexing with every anxious movement. “What if something happened to her?”

Cait turned. “Maybe her phone died, or maybe she’s just catching up with her mother. She’s been saying for weeks how much she’s missed her. She’ll reach out when she can.”

Vi ran her hands through her hair, agitated. “I don’t like this.”

“I don’t either,” Cait admitted gently. She crossed the room, sitting beside Vi. “But she knows how much we love her.”

Vi leaned forward, elbows on knees. “How can she not have texted back yet? She cried when we were 10 minutes late home last week!”

Cait smiled faintly, brushing Vi’s arm with her fingers. “Okay, to be fair to her: her period was really messing her up that day and she later admitted that she overreacted.” They both smiled softly. “She’ll come back to us, Violet. She always does.”

Cait’s mother, Cassandra, insisted they have tea on the terrace, dressed in light summer linens, surrounded by the expansive gardens filled with bright flowers and gleaming marble paths.

Vi barely touched her tea, her legs jostling under the table constantly.

When they returned to Cait’s room, Vi threw herself down onto the chaise, groaning.

“I’m losing my mind,” she said into a pillow.

Cait sat on the edge of the bed, undoing the clasp of her sandals. “It’s only been three days.”

“Exactly. And I already feel like I’m going to chew through the walls. Why hasn’t she messaged us back! Or even just read the messages!”

Cait looked over at her, walking over slowly. “Is this about missing her, or needing something else?”

Vi met her eyes. “Both.”

Cait’s expression softened.

Vi looked up at her, and for once her bravado cracked – she looked small. “She grounds me. I’m angry all the time and she just…Dissolves it.”

Cait kissed her forehead, then pushed her onto her back on the chaise with a hand on her throat. “Then let me help until she’s back.”

Vi pulled her hips close with a desperate sigh. “You better. I’m losing it here.”

They always shared Cait’s bed at the summer home – the Kiramman parents weren’t naïve enough to imagine that the girls would sleep separately. It was soft and plush, a wonderful bed by all accounts. But neither Cait nor Vi had slept well since they arrived.

“Cait,” Vi whispered desperately on the fourth night, “Touch me.”

Cait turned, stroking her hand down Vi’s side. “You’re trembling.”

“I just…I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“I know.”

Vi pressed into her, mouth at Cait’s collarbone. “You have to take it. All of it. Please. I can’t be gentle.”

Cait allowed Vi to roll her over in a practiced, effortless shift of movement. “Then don’t be. Let it out. You know I can take it.”

Vi’s fingers clawed at her, and Cait kissed her like a balm. Steady, grounding, there. There was no teasing. No slow build. Just desperate hunger, and the two of them trying to chase something that didn’t feel whole without their third.

Afterwards, Vi broke down a little, quiet tears slipping down her cheeks. Cait pulled her close, combing through her hair as they lay in the dark.

“We’re gonna be okay,” she whispered.

“Not until she’s home.”

Cait stared at her phone, brows drawn.

“She still hasn’t read any messages,” she said, sitting on the lounger by the pool, clad in her favourite bikini.

Vi paced the patio like a trapped tiger. “She always answers. Even if it’s just a heart. Even if she’s in class.” She groaned, squeezing the back of her neck. “I knew something felt off. Something’s happened.”

Cait raised a hand. “Let’s not panic. It could be something small. Broken phone, tech issue...” But even as she spoke, she didn’t believe it.

Vi paused, hands clenching and unclenching. “What if it’s not?”

Cait shook her head powerlessly. “Well, she hasn’t blocked either of us, and she hasn’t left our group chat. So, we’re not dumped yet. Plus, imagine how she must be feeling – at least we’re together; she doesn’t have either of us, she’s on her own.”

They both sat in silence for a moment.

“I just…” Vi started, then stopped. Her voice cracked slightly. “I just miss her so bad, Cait. And I feel guilty. Like I shouldn’t, because I’m with you and I love you – I love you so fucking much – but it’s like...Half of me’s gone.”

Cait took her hand and pulled her down to sit next to her on the lounger. She wrapped her arm around Vi’s waist, leaning into her chest.

“You’re allowed to miss her,” Cait whispered. “I miss her too. Every time I wake up and she’s not wedged between us like our little space heater, I miss her all over again. Every time I send her a text and see it sitting there, unread. You’re not alone in that.”

Vi buried her face in Cait’s shoulder. “I didn’t think I’d fall this hard. For both of you. But I did. And now it feels like she’s just…Gone.”

Cait pulled back just enough to cup her face. “She’s not gone. She loves us. We’ll figure out what’s going on soon, and then we’ll laugh about how panicked and stressed we were.”

Vi nodded slowly, clinging to the hope in Cait’s voice.

Vi barely made it halfway through breakfast.

The Kirammans had insisted they join the morning meal on the terrace again – polished silverware, crystal glasses, and political small talk.

Vi pushed her food around her plate – having drunk too much the night before – and gave clipped, muttered responses. Her hand twitched toward her pocket every few minutes, checking her phone again and again for a message she knew wouldn’t be there.

When her fork clattered too loudly against the porcelain, Cait’s mother looked at her in concern. Vi muttered an apology and stood.

“I’ll go check on her,” Cait said smoothly, folding her napkin and excusing herself to follow before Cassandra could ask what on Runeterra was going on with the two of them.

She found Vi standing beneath the covered walkway, staring out at the fountain like she wanted to punch it.

“She’s still not answered,” Vi said when Cait came up beside her.

“She still hasn’t blocked us, though. That’s something.”

Vi huffed, tugging at her hair. “You don’t get it.”

“I miss her too, Vi,” Cait replied defensively.

“No, Cait, I need her. I wake up thinking about her, I can’t sleep without her breathing next to me. You’re my rock, you always have been, but Y/N…She’s like breathing now.”

Cait didn’t speak. She only reached out, gently curling her hand around Vi’s, pulling her forehead to rest against hers

“I don’t know how to calm down without her. I need her here. I need her safe. I can’t do another seven weeks of this, Cupcake,” she wept.

“We’ll help each other,” Cait said. “And when we get back, we’ll remind her how much she matters to us. Every day.”

They didn’t speak much that morning. Vi was up first, pacing the length of their bedroom like a caged animal. She needed to fucking destroy something. Cait stayed in bed longer than she normally would, her arm curled around your pillow, which Vi had insisted they bring, despite Cait’s protests that it was ‘a little much.’ Both women were grateful for it now.

She buried her face in it, inhaling your scent, and when Vi looked back over to check on her, Cait didn’t lift her head.

“Hey.” Vi knelt beside the bed. “You alright?”

“I thought I’d be stronger than this,” Cait admitted. “I thought if anyone would hold us together, it’d be me.”

Vi’s heart ached seeing her like this, neat hair loose, voice small.

“We both suck at this,” Vi said, crawling into bed beside her and pulling Cait against her chest.

“I want to be with her. I want to wake up with her. I want her curled up on the couch reading while you and I bicker about what to make for dinner.”

Vi smiled softly. “I miss those dumb slippers. The ones with the ears. I always said they weren’t cute. But now I realise how fucking adorable they are.”

“I miss her humming while she brushes her teeth.”

Vi leaned her forehead against Cait’s. “We’re so gay.”

Cait laughed for the first time in days.

By the eight day, something had changed.

Cait had retreated into a cold silence. She read books, scrolled on her phone, posted pool pics like nothing was wrong. But Vi saw through it – the coolness that was a mask for something fraying underneath.

That afternoon in their room, Cait pulled out her laptop and scrolled through photos, silent.

“She’s in every one,” she said softly.

Vi came to lie beside her on her front, looking at the black-and-white photo on the screen.

You were in a towel, hair wet and smiling shyly as Cait took the picture.

“We made her feel safe,” Cait said. “And now she’s gone home, without us. To that place that was never safe for her.”

Vi swallowed. “We’re gonna bring her back. We have to. She’s probably scared. Or lonely. Or convinced we’ve forgotten her.” She gritted her teeth. “Why can’t we just say we miss her in a post?”

Cait shook her head softly. “She asked us to keep her off social media. We made a promise, Vi. We can’t break her trust just because we miss her.”

Vi teared up a little. “But if she’s watching our feeds, she’d see it.” Her throat started burning and she had to swallow thickly. “She’s hurting somewhere, I know it. And we can’t do anything about it.”

“We will,” Cait said. “As soon as we get home.”

“In seven weeks,” Vi almost sobbed into the comforter.

Taking a break from the pool, Cait and Vi were in the pool’s private kitchen getting some cold drinks. Cait sat on a stool at the bar, Vi rifling through the glass bottles on top.

Cait looked up. “Vi…,” she said softly, a small shake of her head.

The dark-haired girl sighed, hanging her head. With annoyed acceptance, she pulled out a pitcher of fruity mocktails from the fridge, pouring two glasses.

“Day ten,” she said, voice flat.

Cait replied quietly, “I know,” staring at her dark phone screen. Waiting for message. Anything.

Vi braced her arms on the counter. “What if she thinks we’ve moved on? What if…What if her mom said something? Or some dipshit from town?”

“We don’t know that. But we know her. We know how much she loves us.” It had become a mantra for them both during their stay.

“Then why hasn’t she tried to message? Not even a fucking email?”

“Violet, she doesn’t know our emails,” Cait reminded delicately. “She doesn’t have our numbers memorised. Who does, these days?”

Vi looked up, red-rimmed eyes meeting Cait’s. “I feel like I’m falling apart. And I’m with you. That should be enough, right? But it’s not. And I hate that.”

“Vi. You don’t have to choose between me and her. Missing her doesn’t mean you love me less.”

Out of nowhere, Cait’s phone pinged. She grabbed for it frantically, almost dropping it in the process.

1 message from [Unknown Contact]

It was you! It had to be! You found a way to make an account!

Cait’s face lit up…And then dropped.

“Who the fuck is Heather Scott?” Vi demanded, reading over Cait’s shoulder.

“And why is she with Y/N?”

Cait typed back ‘??’, dreading the response she would get. “I don’t think Y/N has ever mentioned-”

Vi’s head shot up. “She’s that bitch!” she shouted, accidentally too close to Cait’s ear.

“Ow, Vi!”

“She’s that bitch that pretended to like Y/N in high school and then posted her online! Heather Scott!” she slammed her hand down on the marble top in rage.

Cait glared back at her phone, fury rising within her.

‘Stay the fuck out of our business’

She had to stop herself throwing her phone down, putting her head in her hands, rubbing her scalp to try and calm down.

“I want to go home,” Vi said firmly. “Now. We’ll go home, and we’ll find a way to get to Y/N from there. I don’t give a fuck if we have to drive to her town and scream her name out the car window. She’s not safe there.”

Cait nodded. “We’ll leave first thing tomorrow.”

The front door creaked as Cait eased it open. The house was still. Dim with the blinds half-drawn, stale with the scent of summer heat. Vi followed behind her, suitcase thunking softly against the floor as she put it down, exhausted from the journey. Three-hours was a long way to sit in tense silence.

Faintly, from upstairs, they heard sniffles.

“Y/N?” Cait called gently, looking towards the staircase, her heart in her chest.

Silence.

Then more sniffles, a weak cough.

Vi ran ahead, heart pounding. What if you were hurt? How long had you been there? What if you’d broken your legs, or your back?! What if you needed a fucking ambulance because you were dying?! Cait heard her footsteps along the hallway upstairs, and then—

“Cait,” Vi’s voice cracked, “She’s here.”

Cait dropped her own bag and rushed toward the bedroom. God, what would she find? The door was open, Vi in the doorway.

You knelt on the floor by the bed, a chaotic assortment of your things on the floor around you, a suitcase open in front of you as you shoved things in, uncaring for the state of your clothes. Your phone lay on the comforter, charging by the cable, the battery image flashing red.

“Y/N?” Cait called gently, not wanting to overwhelm you, even as she longed to pull you into her arms. Her soft tone just earned more sniffles and a miserable hiccup. “Sweetheart, did your phone die? Is that why you didn’t reply to us?”

You groaned loudly, coughing as you cried.

Why was she being nice to you!

Your eyes were red, as though you’d not stopped crying for hours. You were crying – sobbing your fucking heart out – as you kept stuffing your items into the suitcase, purposefully not looking at the two girls.

Vi didn’t hesitate.

She ran over and dropped to her knees in front of you. “Baby. No. No, no, no. What are you doing? Talk to us, baby.”

You looked up slowly. Your voice was hoarse. “I lost my phone on the first day, and I didn’t hear from you, and I couldn’t contact you,” sob, cough, “and I thought…You were just faking before. And I made it all up in my head. I couldn’t-,” cough, “I didn’t have any photos to prove to myself it was real.”

Vi let out a sound that was more of a howl than anything else and pulling you into her lap, arms wrapped tightly around you, like she was afraid you might disappear. You were too upset, too weak, to even wrap your arms around her in return.

“You didn’t make it up,” Cait said gently, stepping into the room. She looked shaken too, but her voice was steady. She came over to kneel next you, her hand gently but firmly stroking your back. “We’ve been messaging you every day. We thought you wanted space, or you were having so much fun with your mother. Vi was tearing her hair out.”

“I was going to leave,” you confessed. “I didn’t want to come back here, and you both pretend it never happened.”

Vi pulled back, cupping your cheek. “Don’t say that. We’ve been counting down the days to see you again. We missed you. We fucking missed you, sweetheart.”

“I thought I wasn’t enough,” you said. “Not enough to miss. Not enough to matter.”

Cait leant forward, kissing your shoulder. “You are the most important part of us. We love you so much, sweetheart. You belong here. With us.”

Your jaw trembled. “But Heather Scott-”

Vi growled. “Fuck that bitch and anything she said to you.”

“I don’t want to be apart again,” you whispered.

“Then don’t be,” Cait said. “Move in with us, officially.”

Vi nodded fiercely, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re already here all the time anyway. You can choose new bedsheets, we’ll redecorate whatever you want!”

Your lower lip trembled and then you sobbed even harder.

“I missed you both so much,” you breathed.

“We’re home now,” Cait said. “And so are you.”

They didn’t unpack. They didn’t talk about what they’d missed or try to explain the ache in their chests in any eloquent way. They just held you close.

You lay together in bed, your head nestled on Cait’s chest. Vi had curled around your back, arm slung tight over your waist. Cait had her phone in a holder over your heads, talking you through all the photos and videos they’d taken in the first few days when they could, somewhat, function. Their voices soothed you, but you weren’t truly listening. You just needed them there. And they knew that; they’d tell you everything again when you all felt better. The familiar scent of the house, the softness of clean sheets, and the presence of the women you loved wrapped around you like a blanket.

“I didn’t realize how quiet it would be without you,” Cait murmured into your hair.

Vi gave a soft grunt. “I was tearing through the garden like a maniac.”

“I slept in my mum’s room a few times,” you whispered. “I felt twelve again.”

Neither Cait nor Vi said anything for a long time. They just held you tighter.

Your voice was muffled when you continued. “I ran into Heather. The girl who played that prank on me. She asked if I was still weird and lonely, and I immediately started trying to prove myself to her. Like, ‘I’m cool now, I have two girlfriends!’”

Vi lifted her head slightly, about to speak – probably something brash and full of fire – but Cait gently touched her arm.

“We’re proud of you,” Cait said quietly. “That you stood up for yourself.”

You shook your head sadly. “Wasn’t much ‘standing up’. I cracked the second she was mean to me, about us.”

Vi sighed and kissed the back of your shoulder instead. “We’re going to remind you every day that you’re not that girl anymore. And even if you were, you’d still be ours.”

You sniffled. “I thought maybe I’d made it all up. You two, this house, everything. It felt too good to be true.”

Vi kissed the edge of your jaw. “No way. You’re the best part of it.”

Cait adjusted slightly to press a kiss to your forehead. “You ground us, darling. We fell apart when you were gone.”

You lay like that for a long while, tangled in warm limbs and whispered promises, the kind too soft and slow for the daytime.

Eventually, Cait reached for a remote and turned on the soft glow of the fairy lights they’d strung up before summer – your idea to give your photos and videos some mood lighting. The room filled with a delicate pink warmth.

“Let’s stay like this,” she said. “No expectations. Just us.”

Outside, the evening deepened. Inside, they breathed as one.

Safe. Together. Home.

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[chromehoney]

Hey really like your writing and I was wondering if could do more smoke and stack black!fem!curvy/plusize!reader. I do think this will go well with the nerdy/girl next door or the independent baddie type of reader. But you make her personality and lifestyle whatever you want.

aweee thank youu!!! and ofcccc , this is a little rushed since i just wanted to get atleast one request done today so excuse errors!!!

You was tired. Tired of them twins—Smoke and Stack—playing in your face like they didn’t want you. Like they ain’t watch your ass in every room, talk about “that damn dress,” whisper in your ear at family functions, make you cream off one look. They’d tease, flirt, touch your thigh in the truck, but never make a real move. And the second you put a little distance? Act like they owned you.

So tonight, you said fuck it.

Your thick ass was outside at one of your friends parties in a strapless bodycon that gripped every roll and dip like sin itself. Soft pink, and made to make a man stutter. You had on lashes that batted without tryin’, nails long and wicked, diamond studs shining through your wild curly hair as you laughed with your girls. You posted a story before you left the house, of a picture you took of your body in your long vertical body mirror, the dress was thin so the picture got the outlines of your tits and your nipples were poking out, and the picture also showed a lil’ hip. You weren’t playin’ shy no more.

That was until your phone buzzed in your purse.

SMOKE: Bring yo’ ass home.

STACK: Before we come find you.

Your heart jumped.

You swallowed thick. Laughed a little too hard, trying to play it off—until you caught sight of him. Trey. One of Smoke and Stack’s old running buddies. Standing across the bar like he ain’t have a damn drink, arms crossed, eyes on you. No smile. Just watchin’. Close enough to move if needed. That’s when you knew. They had eyes. Ears. Everywhere . Shit, they probably knew what color your panties were before you left the house.

You snatched your keys. Whispered to your girls, “I gotta go. Emergency.” They looked confused, but you didn’t stop to explain. Just shuffled fast in those heels, heart pounding, thighs rubbing, heat blooming between them before you even made it to your car. The house was dark as hell when your car pulled up.

But the porch light was on.

They was waiting. Smoke leaning against the railing, Stack sitting back in the chair beside him, both passing a fat joint between calloused fingers. Lazy, country, smug as hell. They wore black tees that clung to muscle, jeans sitting low, boots tapping against the wood.

You stepped out the car slow.

Their eyes dragged down your body like rough hands. That damn dress clung to your ass like it was made to sin. Stack’s jaw clenched. Smoke exhaled smoke through his nose, eyes low and hot. “Didn’t we say bring yo’ ass home?” Stack muttered, voice thick like molasses and thunder.

“She was tryna show out,” Smoke said, barely glancing at his brother, like he couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Look at her. Lil’ dress tight as hell. Like she want somebody to rip it off.”

“You mad?” you asked, head cocked, lips pursed—trying to keep your bratty edge, even while your thighs pressed tight. “No,” Stack stood up, slow and towering, licking his lips. “We done bein’ mad.” “We done playin’, too,” Smoke added. You ain’t get another word out before you were pushed back against the front door, that joint flicked into the grass.

Four hands. Rough, greedy, mean.

Smoke grabbed your chin and made you look up. “You think you grown, huh? Think you can tease us? Walk around in that lil’ dress and not get fucked like we hate you for it?”

Stack was already behind you, hand fisting the hem of that tight fabric. “You made us chase you. Made us watch you postin’ pics like you single.” “I am—” His hand cracked across your ass. “Say it again.”You whimpered. “I ain’t!…” “Damn right,” Smoke growled, dragging his tongue down your cleavage. “You ours. Say it.”

“Y-Yours—”

And then they was on you. Everywhere. Clothes ripped, dress yanked, lips bitten, thighs pinned wide against the door. You were lifted, filled, devoured. One held your wrists while the other fucked you deeper than breaths. Their mouths left marks on your tits, your throat, your soul. Each thrust came with a growl, a curse, a whisper about how they should’ve claimed you sooner. You cried and came, then cried some more—smeared and swollen, your lip gloss gone and your sass unraveling like lace.

They fucked you like they hated you. But kissed you like they owned you. And when it was over—your body limp and slick in their arms, breath shallow—Smoke played with your curls as he fixed his mouth to speak. “We done playin’, baby.

Stack kissed your neck, slow and possessive. “Time to settle the fuck down.“ You blinked up at them. Mascara running. Cheeks flushed. And all you could do was nod. Because deep down… You knew you weren’t going nowhere ever again.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers!

btw , i got alllll yalls requests done! i’m surprised but i did it. so imma drop em in bulk , another one should be coming out either later on today to tomorrow .. depending on how im feeling!! after they all drop imma give myself a few daysss to rest from writing before i start a new fic.. ‘m thinking maybe annie x fem reader ??? andddd there’s also gone be a new series comin’ out so stay tuned for that.

[afictionalwhor3]

All I Ask

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Inspired by the song All I Ask by Adele.

Word Count: 2.1k

Divider by @cafekitsune

I won't say a word

They've all been said before, you know

“Bucky I don’t understand how you can’t see where I’m coming from with this?!” You yell as you watch Bucky pace the living room floor.

“I can’t see it because you are being ridiculous y/n! As per fucking usual with you!” He yells causing you to take a step back 

“As per usual? As per usual?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I ask you for the bare minimum. Bucky, I asked you to show up for me for one night. One four night of your attention! This was supposed to be one of the highlights of my career and you couldn’t even be bothered to show up in time for my speech. You knew how much this night meant to me and you don’t even care! And I’m the one that’s fucking ridiculous?!” You yell before storming off 

So why don't we just play pretend, Like we're not scared of what is coming next

Or scared of having nothing left

“I don’t know what else you want me to say y/n. I don’t know what else you want me to do. I’m done yelling, I’m done fighting. The therapy didn’t work, nothing is working. And if we are being honest nothing has worked for a while,” Bucky sighs clearly exasperated. He leans back in his chair folding his arms across his chest. He looks at you, awaiting whatever retort you had this time.

It was hard to pinpoint when your marriage started to go downhill. And over the last several months you had tried, really hard. Everytime you reflected on your relationship with Bucky, it was as if things were good until they weren’t. You were madly in love one day, destined to spend the rest of your days together. And then you couldn’t be in the same room together without screaming at each other. It could have been the words left unsaid after petty disputes. The apologies left unsaid and the forgiveness that acted as a band-air. Or your shared inability to show up for the other when they needed it. Or even in the way your bodies stopped searching each other. Two heat signatures that constantly needed the other to stay lit, had suddenly fanned out.

You sat across the table from Bucky nervously biting at your cuticles. It was him that got you to nick this habit once and for all. As things between you two crescendoed, this terrible habit creeped its way back. Your knees were pulled to your chest and your cheek was resting on your knee looking away from him. You didn’t notice the way your body rocked in on itself in an effort to self soothe, but Bucky did. 

“Y/n. I need you to say something,” Bucky says, his tone turning soft as he looks at you. You finally turn your head to look at him with glassy eyes and shrug your shoulders, 

“I don’t know what you want from me Bucky. Like you said… we haven’t worked in a while,”

I don't need your honesty, It's already in your eyes

And I'm sure my eyes, they speak for me

The walk to the bedroom was silent. Bucky allowed you to go before him. Both of you refusing to look at each other. You brushed your teeth side by side in silence. A place where you would once recap both of your days with laughs and smiles, while trying not to get toothpaste everywhere. You washed your face alone, Bucky leaving you to go lay in bed. Where once he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his cheek against your spine. He claimed it was because of how warm you always were and he refused to get into a cold bed without you. You put on pajama pants where at once you would have put one of his sweaters on. Playful arguments from him about having to go shopping because his clothes were disappearing. Teasing from you that you would eventually give it back with no plans of doing it. His sweaters now lied in his drawers neatly, untouched, and all accounted for.

No one knows me like you do, and since you're the only one that matters

Tell me who do I run to?

You wipe sweat from your forehead sighing. Of course the day you had decided to start renovations was one of the hottest days of the year. The electric company got the dates wrong, so there was currently no electrical in the house, which meant no air conditioning. Bucky ran out to grab pizza roughly twenty minutes ago. You stayed behind, determined to make some leeway with painting the master bedroom. You fall right onto your butt when you finally finish the wall you were working on. You slowly lay down and starfish your limbs out. The plastic sheet you and Bucky put down to protect the floor, stuck uncomfortably to your skin. You were far too hot to care as you looked around at the two walls still needding paint.

“Guess what I got!” Bucky yells walking in and turning his head in confusion as he looks at you

“I hope it is electric and an ac unit” You say not moving from your position. He laughs softly setting the box of pizza down a little ways away from you and sitting with his legs crossed. 

“I do consider myself a master of tricks, but I definitely do not have that up my sleeve,”

“Why did we decide to one, buy a house. And two, renovate it in the summer” You ask. Bucky opens the box and puts a slice on a plate for you, and another for him. He slides it over to you, so all you have to do is roll over. 

“Because we are madly in love and love makes people a little dumb?” He asks rhetorically and it makes you laugh. You sit up slowly picking up your slice of pizza. His smile as he stares at you,  “You have paint all over you,”.

“Yeah I’m trying out a new look. Serving modern day Picasso you think?” You tease with a smile giving him a pose. Taking a bite of your pizza you accompany it with a groan,“God I needed this. What would I do without you?” You ask seriously taking another bite. 

“Be pizzaless and probably less sweaty,” He responds making you laugh once again and look at him. 

“Yeah. Definitely less sweaty,” 

“I love you,” Bucky says suddenly. His sudden seriousness takes you by surprise, but you are quick in your response.

“Forever and always,”

Let this be our lesson in love

Let this be the way we remember us

You get into bed next to Bucky. The first room you renovated in your home was the bedroom. Now painted, furnished and cool. That coldness had found itself not just in your sheets but between you and Bucky as well. You both laid on your backs looking at the ceiling. Despite the yelling and the endless fights, there was so much left unsaid. Empty promises that felt pointless to bring up now, and fresh feelings that were scared of being seen in the light. The silent night ticked on, as a sinking feeling settled itself at the pit of both of your stomach’s. There wasn’t a enough time to say everything. To relieve the dreams you two once shared in this bed, in this room. The talks of a future, of a family. Maybe a smaller house one day with a big yard for grandkids and a porch swing for the two of you. Maybe it was the slippery feeling of time running away, or the acceptance this would be your last time together that guided Bucky’s hand on top of yours. Playing with the bands on your ring finger, that had at one point brought you two together. The physical reminder of your love and commitment to each other. Now, it had become a vice that got tighter everyday. Threatening to choke both of you if you didn’t get out fast enough. You allowed Bucky’s fingers to make their way between yours, and give your hand a squeeze. 

I don't wanna be cruel or vicious, And I ain't asking for forgiveness

All I ask is

You turn your head and find Bucky’s bright blue eyes already looking at yours. His dark eyelashes blink slowly. “No fighting. Not tonight. Let’s not even say anything. I just… Wanna hold you. If that is alright with you,” 

If this is my last night with you

Hold me like I'm more than just a friend

Without saying another word, you moved closer to Bucky. You rolled onto your side so you could properly wrap your arms around his neck. You draped your leg across his hip, which he easily adjusted and began to stroke your thigh. These actions were muscle memory to your bones, at one point behaving more like instinct. Whenever you were near Bucky, your body yearned to touch his. Now the movements felt clumsy, slow, almost forced. Bucky sighed, and for once it was in appreciation. If only one last time you two would be connected like you used to. He too rolls on his side so he could get a proper view of you. While his metal hand rubbed your leg, his flesh one drew tiny circles on your lower back. You rested your head near Bucky’s neck, letting your warm breath fan over the sensitive skin there. 

Give me a memory I can use

Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do

You can feel yourself fighting the sleep that threatens to close your lids. You couldn’t fall asleep, not now. Because when you woke up it would be morning, a new day. But you knew this would be the last night of you and Bucky. The last time your bodies would behave like  two pieces of a puzzle hoping to become one. He wouldn’t be your Bucky and you wouldn’t be his. Even though neither you had been for a long time.

It was impossible to know what time it was, but you knew the moon still hung itself high in the sky. Offering the purveyors of the night, a light to guide them. It was in this moonlight you felt yourself whisper, 

“I’m scared James. I don’t want to go to sleep,”. You could feel the way Bucky tensed up, and his hand on your thigh stop suddenly.  Your own body stiffened in return, petrified that you had ruined this final moment. He asked you not to speak, but choking down words had led you two to this moment. With nothing left to lose, you didn’t want to hold back anymore. You didn’t relax again until you felt Bucky’s cool metal fingers traveling up your body. They didn’t stop until they reached your neck, using his thumb to usher your head back just enough to look at him. You studied his blue eyes. They were almost pure, but specks of green and grays threatened their purity. You studied his eyes as if you were studying a test, trying to burn them into your memory. You moved your hands from his neck in order to cup his jaw. The stubble scratched at your palm, but you didn’t mind. You rubbed the apples of his cheek with your thumbs, enjoying the texture of his skin beneath the pads of your fingers. Without asking Bucky leans in for a kiss. 

It was an embarrassing confession, but you neither of you could remember the last time you kissed each other. In the beginnings of your relationship, every kiss was filled with passion. The promise of more that sent a shock up and down your spine. The chemistry between the two of you would cause Bucky to get dizzy and breathless after kissing you. This kiss was filled with finality. With longing and apologies unsaid. Mournful yearning and understanding of the future. You pulled away to look at each other again. Bucky wasn’t breathless, there were no shocks racing through your body. Just a stray tear that ran down your cheek. Bucky swiped it away with his thumb,

“I love you,”

“Forever and always,”

It matters how this ends

Cause what if I never love again?

[st4rymoon]

. ݁˖ . Red Handed

𝘋𝘉𝘍 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 ��� 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳

• Continuation/request for our secret

Warnings: suggestive, kissing, pet names, age gap (reader mid-twenties x Simon late 40s), angst, arguing, touchy Simon cause you both to get caught :(

Laundry day was in full effect and like always, you had to ask your dad for a shirt. But just like his daughter, price had his last pieces of clean clothes on. Procrastination ran in the family.

“All in the washer now, I’ll go check if I have one in a bag somewhere” price sighed as he lazily walked up to his bedroom.

You groaned in anger at yourself, you should’ve packed some extra shirts knowing you got rid of clothes for some spare cash for college.

“Ha!” You heard your dad yell from his room, you could hear his footsteps making their way to your door “found one of Riley’s old shirts he left here, I’m sure he won’t mind” he smiled as he threw you the shirt.

You thanked him with a convincing smile, nothing is going on with Simon. Don’t react to the mention of his name. Nothing is going on!

You sighed with relief as he made his way down the stairs and off to tinker with his car. You put on the shirt and smiled to yourself as you turned around to see Simon Riley plastered on your back in big bold letters.

He sure took his claim before but you’d sure keep this shirt for safe keeping.

-

Simon stopped in his tracks, a case of beer in one hand and some tools your father forgot at his place a few weeks ago.

He was faced with you, back faced to him as you cooked yourself something to eat. You were blissfully unaware, headphones on and focused on your food.

You couldn’t feel of the eyes that stalked you, Simon stared in amusement as he admired you. Claimed with his name on your back, he didn’t know he needed this as much as he did.

You jumped as you felt a hand pull at your headphones “Branded you in your family home, now your walking around with my name on your back? Jus’ begging me to make you a Riley huh?” Simon cooed.

“Simon!” You hissed as you looked around for your dad. You don’t know how he’d react to Simon this close to you, but you could guess it wouldn’t end well.

“I know bunny I know.” He chuckled as he took a step back “looks good tho huh?” You teased with your eyes gawking up at him from behind your shoulder.

Simon wishes you were both alone. God how he wishes this little scene was playing out in his house. So he could bend you over the counter and fuck you in his shirt.

He groaned at your words, a gasp leaving your lips as he presses up against you “sure does” he hums as you hold onto his arms, giggling as he presses a kiss onto your neck.

“NOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” You hear your father’s voice booming from behind you both. You could feel your heart drop as Simon went still.

Both of you scrambled back from each other, faced with your father’s disappointment and betrayal. “Dad I- I’m sorry we should’ve told yo-“ there was no use to lie, so the only thing you could think of doing is coming clean.

You were cut off by your father’s voice “Simon”. The sound of his name was full of betrayal, malice, and anger.

“I never meant for this to happen price. After all you’ve done for me, after all you’ve helped me throug-“ Simon muttered.

“EXACLTY! After all I’ve done for you, you had to have thi- this, whatever type of relationship this is with MY DAUGHTER!” Price hissed.

Price was furious, disappointed, and heartbroken. He trusts Simon with his life, neither had secrets the other didn’t know. Until now. You. His little girl. The reason price never gave up.

He walked up to Simon, eyes furrowed with an emotion price himself could not understand. But simon stood still knowing whatever price did, it was justified for what he’s done. “I- how? When did this start?” Your father’s eyes glared at the both of you.

“Almost a year” Simon sternly replied “And I know you’re pissed price, probably want to bash my head in and i understand that. But I don’t regret a single thing.”

Your eyes glared up at Simon in disbelief and affection, he doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t regret you, even with your father’s eyes burning into both of you.

But most of all, you’re surprised that your dad hasn’t bashed Simon’s head in. He was always a overly protective father, always scaring your boyfriends to death, and always making sure you were safe.

But this is unlike anything price had to deal with, his best mate kissing on his daughter. He was furious, yet he knew Simon. He is a man of very few words, lacked experience when it came to emotions. He told Simon he knew he’d find someone soon. He just never expected it would be you.

His precious daughter, the light of his life.

“Get out” Price couldn’t look Simon in the eyes, his eyes glued onto his boots as the words came out. “Simon, get out” it was stern and full of anger. Simon didn’t say a word, all he did was nod and gave you a look that told you he’d be back.

-

The house was silent. You and your father sat in the living room, your hands on your thighs as you fidgeted with your hands. “Dad, I know your mad. I know you proably hate me and hate Simon but I’m not a little girl anymor-“

“Yes you are! You are my little girl forever. You always will be. I know you’re grown darlin’ I know it. It’s jus- with Simon? I know I was gone for a while, my job was time consuming and isolating. But why go for someone so much older than you honey?” You knew what your father was hinting at.

Simon was nearly the same age as him, only a few years younger than your own father. Price felt like he had failed in a way. What made you want a man like Simon? Older, brooding, and his best friend.

“My liking for Simon has nothing to do with you dad. You’re an amazing father, and I know you’re thinking about asking me what you did wrong. Sure he’s older, but he treats me the way I know you’d want me to be treated.“ you continued on, trying to ease your father’s anxiety and anger over the situation.

It was only until you heard that familiar sigh. The sigh he does when he knows you’re right but he has his doubts.

“I don’t know honey” your father sighed. “I know Simon, he will give his life for the ones he loves. Bu- but you’re just too young, this is too close to home. Simon will want a family soon, settle down. You, you’re in college and I won’t allow you to just throw away your life for this.” Price sternly spoke.

“I understand dad. But I never said I’d throw away my college or my life for this, you know how much I’ve put into it, Simon knows it too.”

Silence washed over you both once you spoke. Price didn’t know how to feel, what to think. All he knew is he was disappointed. He always hoped you’d find someone to love you, protect you, and keep you safe.

He knew Simon could do all of it and more. He knew Simon would never let you throw away all your hard work for him. He trusted him with his life, but does he trust him with you?

Yes.

But is he really ready to say it out loud?

[ghostiesori]

College!Simon x College!reader

Summary: This is before the military. || You're a new college girly. College freshman and Simon is a College Junior. Met at a party and ... it went from there. Reader is a cunty lil thing. Reader is early 20's and Simon is Mid-Late 20's. inaccurate brit talk. Made up college. No use of y/n. Reader has long hair. (it can be a wig or not, your choice.) Reader is a bit curvy.

POC reader.

CW: Size kink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed (dont do drugs yall), unprotected p in v (rubber or no entry, people), looooooots of swearing, spitting, slapping (on the ass and on the cunt.) , Mean!Simon (sort of?), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Degrading Kink. Daddy kink? (a little.)

Word Count: ...your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart.

A/N, I have an ISSUE with rambling and getting into details.

Leaving home never felt better.

No one could tell you to go back and go home. Not a fucking soul.

That 3 hour drive from London to Manchester was hell but it was all worth it when you got to that big ass college in manchester. Finally away from all the sibling fights, parents calling you, playing parent to the younger siblings, stress, just freedom at last. Big dorms, Big campus, New faces...plus you have a couple of friends over there so you wouldnt be completely alone.

Once you finished with your first week, you were in your dorm room, face down in the bed. you already felt burnt out. Its the first fucking week and we have this much work? Luckily youre a "do it ahead of time so i can do what the fuck I want later" type of girl.

As you were finishing up your chemistry work, your friend, Zuri called you. You slid your chair to your bed to grab your phone, answer it and slide back to your desk. Putting the phone down on speaker, as you continued to write.

"whats going on now?" You said with a sigh. "[+], so....theres this party tonight and I want you to go—" you were about to cut her off with an excuse but she beat you too it..sorry. "—and before you go 'but i have homework to do' bitch its friday and youre goin' to let loose okay?"

You sighed at the friend knowing you so well. you werent one for crowds at all, however..it was your first time and you did want to enjoy yourself..maybe find someone to talk to. its been awhile.

"Soooo...you coming or not?" You put the pen down and stood up. "Fiiiiiiine, shit. Ill call you when im done getting ready."

She hung up after blowing you kisses through the phone and you got to your closet and looked for an outfit. You were going to a college party...oh you were going to show some skin..but also carry a taser just in case a man, or woman, cant keep it to themselves. (Protect yourselves, ladies!)

After an hour or so, you had on a outfit with some heels, did a little makeup and did your hair in a ponytail with a brown bow. Was the outfit revealing? Yes. But you wanted to look sexy.

You were about to call zuri again but there was a knock at the door, you walked over and opened it..there she was.

"You took to long to call me and I got excited..." She looked over your outfit and looked back at your face. "Bitch, you look good. As fuck. But you dont need the purse..just you, a phone and your tazer maybe."

You thanked her, grabbed what you needed, and headed out with her to the parking lot and rode with her to the party.

The moment you stepped in, it smelled like sex, weed, and spilled liquor. A bit loud but it wasnt overwhelming.

You followed zuri around and saw your other friends here. Your other two friends, Mikayla & Lauren. They both hugged you while holding a cup of whatever it was. "[+], how you enjoying your first week?" Lauren asked, Close to your ear so you can hear.

"Its okay, not too bad." She nodded at your answer and all of you began to talk about anything.

As youre talking, your eyes drift off to a guy sitting with two friends with a mask on. You scrutinize him for a bit. Big muscles, a shirt that looked tight on him. Manspreading. You looked back at your friends. "Hey..whos that over there..?" You point your pinkie finger so its not too obvious.

They all look and then look back at you. "Thats simon...hes one of the gym people here. Doesnt do sports or anything, but hes sexy as hell just off the muscles." Lauren said to you, nonchalantly. "Why? You wanna talk to him?" Zuri added with a smile.

"Well i mean-"

You were cut off by mikayla and zuri pushing you in the direction of him. Which caused you to stumble a bit, but you eventually made it over..looking at him closer. He stopped his conversation and looked at you.

Your throat got a little dry, fidgeting on your acrylic nails.

"Hi.."

"'ello.."

His voice took you off guard. That deep gravelly voice that had your stomach feeling like it had butterflies in it. His friends looked at him with a knowing look..then removed themselves to let you two be alone.

You looked at him as he stood up..standing maybe 6'2.

"Uh, im [+]." you said lowly, but he could hear you.

He didnt answer for a while, looking looking down at you and the way you stood. Those big brown orbs looking up at him, the bow in your ponytail, the way your top hugged your tits. How small your skirt hugged the fat of your thighs and had your ass out a bit.

" simon. "

You nodded and looked around at the party. suddenly it did feel a bit too loud. Too crowded...too overwhelming. He picked up on it. He didnt exactly tear his eyes away from your face when you turned. He never really seen someone like you. So pretty, so sweet lookin'. He was gonna make you his by tonight, sweetheart.

" y'dont look too comfortable. "

You looked back at him.. "Oh , i just dont like crowds that well. Im more of a quiet space."

He let out a small hum. In a way, you were both the same. Small group of people, hated crowds of people. He liked it and he liked it way more than he thought.

" We can go back to mine if y'like. I dont stay on campus..too noisy. "

And so you did.

You dont know what happened really. Car ride was quiet, got to his flat and got to talking. subtle glances, small touches...

now youre on his lap, his mask pulled off and youre making out with him.

Kissing until lips are swell. Spit connecting your lips together. His big hand coming under your skirt, hiking it on your hips, to squeeze your ass like he owns it, cause he does, now that he got you here.

He went down to your jaw, your neck to leave some hickeys, then unzipped the back of your shirt to get it off and let out a groan when he sat your brown nipples. Hard from the bit of cold air, and how turned on your were.

"oh sweet girl..these pretty things f'me?"

He licked around your nipples, as he looked up at you. You let out a soft moan..then a loud and harsh smack to your ass as you let out a small scream.

" I asked you a question, doll. These pretty things f'me?"

"Y-yes..for you, si."

Si. Oh he liked that one.. "Good girl." He put one of your nipples in his mouth. Sucking and a bit of biting. Definitely meaning to leave some hickeys on you.

Youre grinding your poor soppy panties slowly on his bulge in his jeans. Head back, moans bouncing off the walls. He looked up at you and suddenly lifted you up as he stood to walk you to his bedroom.

Once he got you laid all pretty, His scarred hands undressing you. Stripping you bare until all of you is just open to him. His hands sprawled out on your thighs and hips.

"Fuckin' look at you," he started as his hand went down. Thumb playing with that glistening clit between your legs that made you let out a couple of breathy moans. "Jus' so fuckin' soaked for me."

Your hips are practically grinding against his thumb. Wanting to have his fingers knuckles deep and eat you out like you never have been before. "Si...please." you moaned out.

"Please wha'? 'm not a mind reader, gotta tell me what y'want, doll." His thumb pressed harder, going in slow, agonizing circles that made you whine. "..need you to eat me out, please.."

"That's a good girl."

He lifted your legs up to your chest and leaned down, looking at your soppy cunt just begging to have him. He let out a groan before he looked at you and licked from your folds to your clit, sucking on it, causing you to moan and your head going back. Then he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Y'gonna watch me eat this cunt, look away and I stop now. Understand me? "

The way you clenched around nothing but looked at him. You gave a small nod, but that wasnt enough for him. He gave you a mean look, and—SLAP— straight to your soppy little cunt. aw..poor thing. He grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you closer to his face.

"Use y'words or tis' is gonna be a looooong night for you, baby. y'like cummin' dont you?"

You whined, squirmed and looked at him, "Yes, i do..'m sorry." He gave a pat on your cheek and went down, spitting on your pussy and started eating you out like no ones business. You kept your eyes on him as he did it. Moaning and your hands in his hair, holding on to something to hold you down.

"Mmm fuck, s-si—feel s' good.." He looked at you as he sucked, licked and even tounge fucked your pussy. He started to add his fingers in the mess of it all. Your hips jerked and your moans got louder. "Thas it, take it swee'eart." Your pussy got tighter, hands gripping his hair tighter.

Then you came with a loud pretty moan that had him groaning against your pussy. Slurping up all your juices and cock bulging his jeans uncomfortably. You laid back on the bed, a little fucked out in the face. He lifted his head up, "Fuckin' cunts so good f'me.." He gave one more slap to your sore soppy pussy before removing his own clothes.

You eyed his body. Couldnt help it , he was fine as fuck. Big man, Big muscles, tattoos, a cock that hung under its own weight. You looked at his cock then back at him, "never seen one this big, princess?" He nudged his tip against your folds, getting it nice and slick, getting a soft moan out of you. "might be too big.."

"Oh pretty girl.." He leaned down to get real close to your ear as he bright your legs over his shoulder. His gravelly voice just real deep in your ear that had your pussy clenching and leaking and you were a slut falling for it. " 'm gonna make you take it."

He slowly pushing himself in, watching your mouth form that "o" then your head going back, moaning out as he nearly bottomed out. " 's too big.."

"yet, y'pretty cunts suckin' me in." After a few nudges, his tip was kissing your cervix. He stayed there to let you adjust but they didn't last long, now did it.?

Hes slamming his hips on yours, balls full and hitting against your ass. Drawing lines of slick between them. Your moans loud and you're babbling already. "Pussy so good..such a good slut for me—fuck—'s all mine?"

Your head was against the pillow, looking up at him as you whined and moaned. "Fuckkk—yes daddy!" It slipped. But not that you were goons take it back, you could barely think. But simon loved it. It made him sit up and fuck into you harder, coaxing more and louder moans out you. Even some tears in your eyes that made him feral.

He was groaning and grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it. "Pretty fuckin' slut f'me.." "im—fuck—'m close.." He looked down at you as he angled his hips and thrusts, hitting that gooey spot inside you that had you crying and screaming. "Cum alllll over me, swee'eart."

You started to shake, grab the sheets for dear life as you let out a whine as you squirted on him. Spraying your cum on him. That skin in skin plap—plap—plap turning wet. It was turning him on real fucking good.

He slowed down to a stop and pulled out, leaving you with a whine as the sudden lost of contact. His cock was veiny and red, balls heavy and ready to unload. He turned your on your hands and knees, head pressed down into the pillow as he pulled your hips up.. then without warning he pushed into your soppy pussy again earning a loud moan from your lips. Fucking you stupid. A harsh sting came down on your ass.

SLAP—"Sucha good fuckin' whore for me." He fucked into you harder, earning more tears from your eyes. Pulling you up by your hair and kissing you harshly.

You both moaned into eachothers mouths. Simon kept fucking you into tomorrow, His free hand came around to circle your clit. He pulled away, heavy breathing. "Cum with me, doll."

"Fuck—Daddy fuckkkk!" You came again with your eyes rolling back and he gave a few erratic thrusts before groaning out and his flushed to shooting ropes of his cum in your walls. "fuckk.. tha's it, take it all."

Soon after he slowly pulled out, watching his cum flow out of your sore pussy. Your fucked out face. Too tired to move. Then he carried you to his bathroom.

"C'mon...ill get us cleaned up, doll," You gave a small hum in return as your head laid in his shoulder.

a/n: oh my fucking god yo.

[shadamyheadcanons]

Total Recall

For the 2025 Shadamy week prompt: Forgotten. Kindly beta’d by the lovely @shadowsfascination.

Shadow wakes up in an unfamiliar bed with amnesia and finds that a vaguely familiar pink hedgehog took him in, promising to take care of him until he remembers everything. He keeps a journal while he’s there so he can at least remember some things over time. 5.8K words.

Cross-posted on AO3.

Day 1

I woke up this morning with a splitting headache, a bump on my head, and not a single memory of how it happened...or who I was. Who anyone was. I must’ve grunted in pain, because a pink hedgehog dashed into the room to check on me. She was fretting and worrying over me, but I couldn’t really focus.

She introduced herself as Amy and said we were friends, but I don’t know. She feels more important than that, somehow. She must mean something else to me. Whatever it is, it must be positive, because I instantly felt better once I saw her. Safer.

Amy promised she’d take care of me until I got my memories back, and she gave me this journal so I could write things down as I remembered them. When I asked her why she’s helping me, she said she’s always there when a friend needs her. She also mentioned she felt guilty, but she wouldn’t tell me why.

Day 2

The stabbing pain in my head this morning was just as bad as yesterday, maybe worse. I couldn’t even leave bed, so she fed me soup and pet my head for a while. It felt...nice. I kind of want to fib and tell her I need to stay in bed more often, but the idea of lying to her makes me feel sick for some reason.

Day 3

I tried walking around the house today, but I was too dizzy to make it far. Luckily, Amy was there to help guide me to a seat in her kitchen, and she talked to me while we ate lunch, telling stories about all our friends. A couple of names sounded vaguely familiar, but the details escaped me. She didn’t seem to mind.

When I asked if looking after me was a nuisance, Amy instantly denied it, saying it’s nice to have someone else around for a change. Apparently, she used to live with her friend Cream, but then Cream moved back in with her mother, leaving Amy by herself.

It looked like she was trying really hard not to look sad. I wonder if she’s lonely. Maybe I’m lonely, too.

I told her I liked being with her here so far, and she looked really happy. I think I’ll mention that more often.

Day 5

I remembered something today. She was playing music while she made us breakfast. I recognized the chords, the words, the tone...I spoke some of the words, then sang a few lines as the lyrics came to me.

Amy was thrilled. She instantly perked up and started talking a mile a minute about the band—Hot Honey, she called them—and how she’d brought me to a concert with her, how much fun we’d had together, how much I liked it. She played song after song of theirs, excitedly chattering away.

But I didn’t understand. I told her that although I recognized the songs, I didn’t like them.

I wish I hadn’t done that. She went quiet and looked really sad.

I wanted to make her feel better, so I admitted that although I didn’t really like the songs, they felt meaningful. Important. She smiled a little.

She hasn’t played Hot Honey since then.

It was grating. It was sappy.

But I kind of miss it anyway.

Day 6

Not too much happened today. My head’s been feeling better and I can walk now, so Amy said we can go out tomorrow.

I noticed she had blankets and a pillow set up in another room, so I asked if she always slept there. She said it was just temporary, that she usually sleeps in the bed I’m using. She told me she was fine sleeping there and it wasn’t a problem, but I don’t know. It looks uncomfortable to me. I told her there was probably enough room for both of us in the bed if we slept close enough, but her face went bright red, and she got all flustered and said no.

Not sure what that’s about, but I kind of want to see her do it again.

Day 7

I’m apparently a fan of flowers, so she took me out to a public garden today. She must be right, because I remembered all of their names—lilacs, azaleas, rhododendrons, magnolias. It’s weird what my brain hangs onto; little facts are fine, but whenever I try to think of details about people or my past, it’s like there’s this weird bubble in the back of my head stopping me. If I try to push it, I get this sense of wrongness, like I’m snooping somewhere I shouldn’t be.

But flowers are easy. I even told her scraps I remembered about their supposed “symbolism,” whatever that means, and she looked happier and happier the more I shared. Memories came back in bits and pieces: times when I’d seen each flower for the first time, the books I’ve scoured to learn more, the feeling of soil passing through my fingers, and the joy of raising my own flowers and watching them bloom. Upon remembering I had a garden myself, I immediately stopped and asked Amy about it. Luckily, she’d asked a friend of hers, Silver, to look after it while I was under the weather. She really does think of everything.

Halfway through, she spotted some bright yellow daffodils and gasped. She brightened up and told me I gave her a bouquet of them once to cheer her up. I can’t remember doing that, but the smile on her face was warm and familiar. If she always looks that way when she gets flowers, I’ll have to get them for her more often.

At the end, she lamented that it was too early in the year for lavender, saying those were my favorites. But I don’t think they actually are. They aren’t right now, at least. I pointed to a patch of roses we’d already passed and said those were my favorites, especially the red ones. She looked confused, but then she smiled again and told me she loved them, too, and that “Rose” is her last name.

It suits her.

On a whim, I asked if I could call her that, and her eyes widened. She smiled shyly and agreed. Her cheeks were pink.

Rosy, even.

Day 9

Today, Rose introduced me to two of her friends, a fox with two tails and an...echidna? I think that’s what he’s called...named Tails and Knuckles.

Two people named after body parts. Not exactly creative, but it does make me wonder where my name came from. What am I a shadow of? I tried to think back, but all it gave me was an unsettling sensation in the back of my mind: a gentle voice, followed by a stabbing pain.

I decided the answer could wait.

I’m not sure why Knuckles was there. It seems like Rose doesn’t always have a reason for bringing people over, she just does it. He mostly lounged around and pestered me about what I did and didn’t remember and seemed disappointed with how little I knew. But when I called Rose by her last name, he lit up and started hounding me about her instead—how “close” we were, how much I liked her, how long I was staying with her—smirking obnoxiously the whole way through. Rose eventually got him to back off.

Tails asked about my headaches. How frequent they are, what triggers them, that kind of thing. He talked to me about amnesia, too, saying this kind usually only persists for a couple weeks in Mobians and my memories will probably be back soon. The others seemed relieved, but I’m not sure how to feel about it.

After checking on my health, Tails showed that he’d brought a two-wheeled vehicle with him, saying he’d been in the process of tuning it up when my...incident happened. He encouraged me to take a seat and start it up, explaining that I’d been built with what he calls “vehicular intuition,” so I’d know how to ride it even without my memories. He’s awfully smart for a kid. Smarter than Knuckles, at least.

At first, I didn’t recognize it. The striking jet black and sharp angles called out to me faintly, but it wasn’t until I sat down on the seat and started up the engine that it clicked.

Powerful sensations and images flashed behind my eyes—wind whipping through my quills, scenery blurring past, the growl of the bike beneath me, the simple joy and freedom of it all—and my heart pounded.

My bike. Mine.

I almost shed a tear. I’ve missed it that much. Luckily, I regained focus in time to blink it back. I think I’d be okay if Rose saw me cry, but the other two? Not a chance.

After they left, Rose begged me to take her on a ride with me, and I immediately said yes. She’s a difficult person to say no to.

The familiar thrill of racing returned to me, but the feeling of someone clinging to me was fresh. I don’t think I’ve ever given Rose a ride before. I’ve been missing out. The way she held me made my chest feel warm and light, and whenever I sped up or turned a tight corner, she’d let out a cute little squeak.

I kept driving her around until the sun set. Once I brought her home, she finally explained why she’s been feeling guilty about my amnesia. She said I was helping her build a new addition on her house and she accidentally knocked me on the head with a hammer. Said she felt awful, should have been more careful, all of that. I didn’t like seeing her so unhappy, so I hugged her and told her it was alright, and she calmed down.

To be honest, I bet there’s more to the story than that. Tails mentioned I’m supposed to be some kind of “Ultimate Life Form,” so I highly doubt a sweet, silly, petite girl could knock me out with a hammer, especially by accident. She’s probably being too hard on herself for something. She does that a lot.

But she does have a hammer she keeps by the door, this giant yellow and red thing. Just looking at it does make my head hurt.

Day 11

Rose invited over an obnoxious blue hedgehog this afternoon—Sonic, I think? He wouldn’t shut up and kept sprinting around making dumb jokes, saying he ‘would race me if I were feeling better.’

As if I’d need to be at full power to beat that buffoon in a race.

Rose seems...fond of him. She has terrible taste. I didn’t tell her that.

She asked me if I remembered anything about him, and I told her that she must have hit me pretty hard if I managed to forget someone that annoying. I thought she’d be upset, but she laughed instead and said that some things never change.

Day 14

Today

Day 15

Yesterday I

Day 16

Rose and I went to a city two days ago called Westport Westopolis to run a few errands. While we were there, we ran into a man in a military uniform with two differently colored eyes. He started to snap at me about my “extended vacation.” Rose got mad and stepped between us, maybe to defend me, but I couldn’t hear what she said to him because I caught sight of a weird logo on his chest that spelled out “G.U.N.”

It felt like my head was splitting in two.

Unsettling, terrifying noises ricocheted in my mind—panicked voices, pleading, screams—ending with a deafening bang.

I don’t know what that sound was, but it made my stomach turn.

After the bang, my vision went black, and my legs gave out. I don’t remember hitting the floor, though. Maybe Rose caught me. She did say she carried me home, and I’ve never caught her in a lie. She must be stronger than she looks. I couldn’t even leave bed until today, so I’m sure I was no help.

I think something bad happened to me, and I’m scared of finding out what it was. Is it possible to just bring back the good memories? Am I wrong to want that?

I hope I never run into G.U.N. again.

Day 17

Rose thought we could use a nice day off after what happened, so she brought me to the city park with some food and a blanket so we could eat outside on the grass. She said it’s called a “picnic.” The word wasn’t familiar, not even a little. Rose got really sad when I said so. She thinks I’d probably never been on one, even before I lost my memories. She immediately turned determined, scrounged up some food—bread, strawberry jam, peanut butter, chips–and brought me to the city park.

I don’t think this will help me regain any memories, but I don’t mind. She’s cute when she gets all determined like this. Are all female hedgehogs as pretty as she is? I asked her, but she told me to stop embarrassing her. She was as red as the strawberry jam.

I figured Rose would find us a table somewhere, but instead, she spread out the blanket right on the grass. We were halfway through our meal when Rose’s friend Cream hopped over to us with a small blue creature in tow who she calls “Cheese.” She let me hold him. He has an odd texture, warm and soft but jiggly. Not sure what to make of that, but it’s comforting somehow. A few other Chao stopped by, too. They’re clingy, but I like them.

The afternoon passed with no discussion of who I used to be; Rose, Cream, Cheese...all they cared about was who I am now. The temperature and breeze were relaxing, and it was nice to see them laughing and enjoying the comfortable weather. Their voices and the natural sounds of the park were gentle. I would’ve gladly spent all day there.

Rose once told me I’d promised her years ago that I’d keep everyone safe, that I’d made it my life’s mission to protect the Earth and everyone on it. I think I’m starting to understand why.

Day 20

We went grocery shopping in some square today—Station Square, I think it’s called. She had a pretty long list. She’s going to teach me how to make cupcakes. It’s another one of those things I know I’ve never done before. Is she still avoiding my past because of what happened with the commander, or is she just as reluctant to dredge up my memories as I am?

Taking a look at the list, I recognized enough items that I’m sure I could have dashed around the store and cut the time in half; I’ve experimented with my strength and speed here and there, and they’re both returning to me. Even as I thought of it, though, I lost all desire to rush. If I ran, I wouldn’t get to walk by her side. I’d miss the cute way her nose wrinkles when she’s comparing prices. I wouldn’t have gotten to reach the cake mix she was too short for and enjoy the smile it earned me.

Maybe you don’t need a reason to spend time with someone. Maybe the right person is worth it all on their own.

Day 25

Today, Rouge and Omega stopped by. I don’t remember everything about them, but their names are the only ones I’ve known right off the bat so far, and I felt better having them here.

Before they came in, Rose poked her head out the door and whispered something to them about not mentioning “assignments” around me right now, and every so often, she or Rouge would steer the topic away from something. Omega didn’t like that very much. They cut him off when he started mentioning something about target practice, and his internal motors made this disgruntled rumbling noise.

I get the feeling Rouge and Omega—and me, by extension—don’t visit Rose. Rouge didn’t know where the bathroom was, and Omega was analyzing the house’s structural integrity like he’s never been here. I can apparently teleport when I’m at full strength, so distance isn’t an issue, and she clearly needs the company, so why don’t we visit her?

Rouge apologized for not checking up on me sooner, saying they’d been really busy. Whichever “assignments” they’re being sent on must be stressful; Omega was grumpy, and there were bags under Rouge’s eyes. I told them to look out for themselves.

When Rose stepped out to bring in the cupcakes we’d made together, Rouge asked me about her—whether I felt comfortable here, if I wanted to stay somewhere else, all that. I told her I was happy here with her. When I called her “Rose,” though, Rouge stopped. She didn’t respond like Knuckles had. She and Omega exchanged a nervous glance. I asked what was wrong, but they both stalled out. Rouge just said that I was welcome to come back to live with them anytime, especially if I “needed some distance” after I got my memories back. Rose came back with the cupcakes before I could ask what she meant.

Distance from what? From Rose? Why? I like her. I like her smile. I like her cooking. I like how she laughs, even if I don’t always understand why. I like the warm feeling I get when she holds my hand to lead me places. I like hearing her hum when we’re doing chores around her house. I like how she says my name. She puts an extra...something into it that no one else does.

What miserable version of me would want to avoid her? What was I afraid of?

Day 31

It’s been a month now, and I think I need to talk to Rose.

The longer this goes on, the less and less I want to know about whatever darkness is lurking in my past. Every time I think back, all I feel is pain and dread, and I can’t help but wonder if I was ever as happy as I am now. I like the world I live in. I’m not sure I always did.

It feels like almost everyone wants to pull me backwards, but I’m tired of looking back. Why can’t I move forwards instead? Why can’t this be me?

Rose has put in so much time, so much effort into helping me regain my memories, but if anyone will accept my decision, it’ll be her.

I’ll tell her tomorrow.

Day 32

I did it. I told her...and she accepts me!

She said she’d noticed how nervous I was about it, and she understood why. She even told me she loved me—every version of me—memories or not, and that she’d be happy to let me stay here no matter what I choose to do about my amnesia!

But...something odd happened. I can’t explain it, but she said this one phrase that echoed in my mind, and my brain...lurched, as if something was settling into place. She said, “I don’t care what you choose, Shadow. I want to give you a chance to be happy!”

My head’s been spinning ever since. Hopefully I’ll feel better in the morning.

I don’t know how I’ll break the news to everyone else, but with Rose by my side, I’m sure I can do it.

This is who I am.

Shadow sat on the edge of his bed—Amy’s bed—feeling his muscles shake. His jaw clenched harder with each cheesy, embarrassing, lovestruck journal entry his ignorant self had written over the past month.

The immense weight of his agonizing past had lifted for scarcely a moment, allowing him just enough room to drop his guard...and let her in.

And by the time he’d awoken that morning, the entire world had crashed down on his head once more. Raw and honest and unforgiving, leaving him broken like a neglectful Atlas.

His fingers tightened, wrinkling the pages, and his chest clenched. All the years I spent keeping my distance, and she breaks it all down in an instant. And as if that weren’t enough...

Vivid images of the massacre flashed behind his eyes, the gruesome tragedy that had taken everything from him.

Shadow’s heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing grew rough and unstable. His eyes went wide and his expression strained as he stared at nothing, but no tears dared fall.

Energetic footsteps, heavier than expected for a silly, petite hedgehog, bounded around the corner. Amy poked her head in. “Shadow, do you want—”

Shadow choked and threw the journal aside, feeling his face shift into that of a cornered animal. “A-Amy—!”

At the mention of her first name, Amy gasped, and her brow wrinkled in concern. “Shadow? Are you...”

He tore his gaze away.

Shadow heard Amy’s footsteps grow closer, and the bed sank next to him. Her hand hovered for a moment, then rested on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Her light reached out to him. He panted and tried to pull away as he always had, only to fall even further.

The ARK.

Gerald.

MARIA.

Amy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, desperate yet reassuring. “Shadow, it’s okay! You’ll be alright! I’m here.”

Shadow clenched his jaw until it hurt, and he grasped the sheets on either side of him. He could see Amy’s expression pinch out of the corner of his eye, and she rubbed his back. “Is there anything I can do?”

He met her gaze. Try as he might, Shadow couldn’t lock out her warmth, not the way he could just a month ago. He stared for a long moment at the woman he loved—the one he could never have because she was so enamored with someone else—and he sighed. Shadow looked down and shut his eyes. “Take out your hammer.”

A baffled noise escaped Amy’s throat, but she summoned it. “Um...okay...?”

Shadow took the hammer from her hands and held it to his forehead. “Right here. Just...”

After a moment of silent confusion, Amy gasped and ripped the hammer from his hands, throwing it aside. “SHADOW! That’s not funny!” There was a pause, and then her vitriol faded. “Shadow...?”

He felt the tears hit his knees before he even knew he was crying. “Take it back,” he croaked, voice cracking. “Take it all back.”

“Oh, Shadow.” Pain was evident in Amy’s voice, too, and she wrapped her arms around him fully, gentler this time. “I know it’s hard. You’ll be okay.”

“I was h-happy...for once...” he managed through shuddering breaths.

“Shh...it’s alright.”

Shadow turned in Amy’s hold and clung to her, letting himself break down in the arms of the only person left who was allowed to see his tears. He wept for Maria. He wept for Gerald, flawed though he was. He wept for the Shadow of yesterday who’d never known pain or loss or inhibitions, and he wept for the innocence he’d lost yet again.

Brainwashing, amnesia, time travel, and now I almost forgot all over again...only to remember every time. How many times will I be forced to lose them?

Shadow wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, mourning pain both old and new. Amy didn’t falter, not even after his breathing slowed and his muscles stilled.

At last, he lifted his head, vision bleary and head aching. Amy was gazing up at him, eyes watery with tears she’d shed on his behalf. “I’m so sorry!”

Shadow pulled back, baffled, but he held onto one of her hands. “Why?”

“Because I’m the reason you got amnesia in the first place!” she insisted. “I feel awful.”

Shadow was shaking his head even before she finished. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Amy glanced back at the hammer she’d left on the ground, then shot him an incredulous look.

“...Not on purpose,” Shadow added.

Amy groaned and hid her face. “You told me to use a regular hammer, but I got impatient and used mine!”

“In your defense, it was faster.”

“But you told me to be careful!”

“I got in the way,” he fibbed.

Amy yanked at her quills and scrunched her eyes shut. “I should’ve just done the job myself! If only I’d—”

“Amy.”

She peeked her eyes open a crack. Shadow threaded his fingers with hers and pulled them away from her quills. “Stop trying to make me blame you. It’s not going to work.”

Amy stared up at him and sniffled, but she remained silent.

“You’ve been taking care of me. Feeding me. Housing me. Helping me. Making me happy. And it worked.”

As he said that, though, he felt his face fall. It worked...just not forever.

Amy squeezed his hand. “I don’t know everything you’ve been through, and I know it can’t be easy, but you have good memories, too,” she insisted. “Whenever I hear you talk about Maria, it never sounds like you regret meeting her.”

“Of course I don’t!”

Amy jumped, so he averted his gaze and quieted down. “I would never regret meeting her. I couldn’t. Not for a second.”

Amy nodded, encouraged. “And think of all the adventures you’ve been on! Think of your friends! What about Rouge and Omega?”

Shadow’s chest warmed, then instantly tightened. “They’ve been covering for me. All this time. That’s why they were so exhausted.”

“Huh?”

“They’ve been keeping Team Dark going without me this entire time. How much longer would they have kept doing that? A month? Two months? Forever?” All so I could keep playing house with you, happy and ignorant?

I nearly threw away everything we’ve been through together.

The thought repulsed him.

“Because you would have done the same for them,” Amy countered, learning forward to get a better look at his face. “You’re kind. You’re dedicated. And if this had happened to either one of them, you wouldn’t have hesitated for a second.”

There was silence for a moment. Shadow just stared, sensing she had more to say.

Amy’s lower lip trembled. She held on for a few moments before blurting out, “You shouldn’t have been here in the first place!”

“What?!”

“No, no!” Amy spluttered, holding her hands up defensively. “I mean you shouldn’t have been there the day I...” She glanced back at her hammer and cringed.

Shadow rolled his eyes. “You were putting another wing on your house, and no one else would help. Of course I showed up.”

Amy scratched the back of her head and looked down at her feet. “Ah...not quite.”

Shadow’s ears perked up.

Amy bit her lip. “See, I actually...didn’t ask anyone else,” she murmured. “I had it handled. I could have called Tails if I needed help with construction, and I could have asked Knuckles if I needed more strength...but I didn’t. I can do all that by myself.”

With anyone else, Shadow would have snapped in irritation. He kept his tone gentle. “Why did you ask me?”

Amy looked up at him, fidgeting with her fingers. “Promise you won’t get mad at me, okay?”

Shadow nodded. I don’t think I could if I tried.

She paused, then let her head drop, resigned. “Because I wanted to get to know you better.”

Shadow’s heart pounded. “Really?”

Amy nodded, peeking up at him shyly out of the corner of her eye. “I’ve wanted to get to know you since we talked on the ARK, but you’ve always kept your distance. I could never get close.”

Shadow’s heart ached. I never meant to hurt you. He opened his mouth, but the words died in his throat.

Amy twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “But I knew one thing that would work. No matter how busy you are, you’ve always found time to help me. Every single time I’ve asked you for help, you’ve been there.”

Memories of Amy’s voice drifted into his head.

“Thank you so much for coming with me to this concert, Shadow. I never could have gone alone. It’s so much better with you here!”

“Ah, Shadow, I’m so glad you’re here! Cream went into this weird-looking castle, and she hasn’t come back out! Will you go in there with me to look for her?”

“Shadow, please help us! Give them a chance to be happy!”

She’s right. I really will do anything for her.

“Shadow!”

He didn’t know he was grasping at his chest until Amy threaded her fingers with his. Her voice pulled him out of his stupor. “I’m sorry! I know it was wrong. It’s just...you’re so sweet, and brave, and kind...and you don’t hear that often enough. I wanted to know more. I—”

Shadow stalled out as she rambled, at a loss for words. His heart fluttered.

Does she...?

Every word died in his throat. Instead, he grasped her hand with both of his and held it to his chest, letting her feel his racing heartbeat. Her ranting immediately stopped, and one solitary tear faltered, nearly falling from her eye. A voice from fifty years ago, quieter than Amy’s but clear, floated in from the back of Shadow’s mind.

“You have a big heart! It may be difficult for you to express it, but I know that deep down you really do care. About me. About everyone! What you do is what defines you. I know you’re having a hard time finding answers, but I’m certain you will one day. Then, you’ll find even more people you can trust.”

Shadow found his voice at last. “I really wish you could have met her.”

Amy’s confusion lasted for only a moment before melting away, but she remained silent.

He brushed away the tear she’d almost shed, breathed in deeply, and let it out. “She would have loved you almost as much as I do.”

Amy’s eyes bugged out. Shadow slid his hand onto her cheek, making his intentions clear. He waited for a few terrifying seconds that felt like years, praying he hadn’t misinterpreted.

Finally, Amy glanced at his lips...and leaned in to meet him.

Her lips were warm and soft, and Shadow’s eyes fell shut at the pleasant sensation. His motions were tentative from nerves and inexperience, just as hers were, and he lingered for only a few seconds before pulling back. Amy leaned in to follow him, apparently just as reluctant to end the contact, and he pressed their foreheads together to stay close. Her breath tickled his lips, and a shy smile spread across her face. He couldn’t hold back a small grin of his own.

“So does this mean you’ll forgive me?” Amy asked, hesitant but hopeful.

Shadow scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “The girl I’ve had a soft spot for since the beginning resorted to subterfuge to spend more time with me, then pampered me for a month? I’ll live.”

Any last trace of hesitation vanished from Amy’s face, leaving behind cheeks dusted pink. Shadow tilted her head down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before aiming a smile her way. “Thank you, Amy.”

“Ah—”

She snapped her mouth shut. He raised a brow. “Hm?”

Amy pursed her lips, deliberating, and then her expression turned sheepish. “You know...you can keep calling me ‘Rose,’ if you want...” Her eyes shot open. “I mean—you don’t have to, but...”

Shadow perked up. “I can?”

Her smile was small and secretive. “It’s...nice. No one else calls me that, so...it feels special when you do.”

Shadow smirked roguishly. “No problem. ‘Rose’ it is.”

A happy little noise escaped Amy’s throat, and he knew even before looking that her tail was wagging. As he kept looking around her room, though, Shadow’s stomach churned with nerves once more. “So...I know I’ve recovered by now, but...is your offer from last night still valid?”

She cocked her head. “What do you mean?”

Shadow tugged absently at the blanket underneath him. “I know you’re lonely, and I’ve found a lot of happiness here. More than anywhere else.” He squeezed his eyes shut, ignored the way his stomach flipped, and met her eyes. “I don’t want to leave.”

Amy’s face barely had time to light up before he was pulled into an enthusiastic embrace. “Of course I want you to stay!”

Shadow choked from her strong hug, then laughed and quieted down when she loosened up. He listened patiently, happy just to hear her rant excitedly about all the new ideas she had for the house.

At last, she retreated, showing the exhilarated, post-rant expression he knew most were never patient enough to see.

Their loss.

Shadow ruffled her quills. “In that case, you’d better have supplies ready when I get back.”

Amy frowned. “What do you mean?”

Shadow stood up and adjusted his gloves. “I really do need to talk to Rouge and Omega, but if I’m moving in, then you’ll need that extra wing on your house more than ever.” He smirked down at Amy. “And it’s been established that you can’t handle that yourself, right?”

Amy leapt to her feet and gave a grumpy pout, cheeks puffing out in irritation. “That wasn’t—! Oh, you—!” He chuckled, and she crossed her arms. A few seconds later, though, she stood up straight and snickered. “Are you sure about that? You’re not just going to ask me to sleep in the same bed with you again~?”

Amy giggled, clearly expecting him to get flustered just as she had. Shadow raised a brow.

There’s nothing you can say that’s more embarrassing than that journal.

Shadow snaked an arm around her waist and cradled the back of her head, showing his own smirk when her eyes shot open. He pulled her close, closer than before, and pressed their lips together. He lingered longer this time, deepening the kiss and feeding more passion into it. He tilted his head and lightly scratched her scalp. Inexperience be damned, he kept going even as her fingers dug into his biceps, only pulling back when she whined quietly against his lips.

Shadow broke contact, unable to hold back a smug smile at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He leaned up to whisper in her ear.

“Not yet.”

Amy squeaked quietly. He released her and stepped back, unable to hold back a lighthearted laugh. She briefly stumbled, face even redder than before, and he felt his smile turn more genuine.

“I’ll see you later, Rose.”

She held a hand up to try and hide her face, but her bashful smile showed through. “O-okay.”

He took a moment to enjoy the sight before teleporting away.

I never want to forget this day.

[womanofwords]

Darling Demon (Part 19)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: public humiliation, consensual non-consent.

Azrir had won. They'd taken your virginity at long last, and it felt like fireworks were exploding in your head the whole time. Yeah, being married to them for eternity would be pretty damn good. Most demons would then parade their human around while tormenting them in whatever ways they wanted for the rest of eternity, but Azrir couldn't afford to do such a thing. A prize like you had to be kept safe, after all.

And definitely bragged about.

"Little prize, I have an offer for you," Azrir said. "I've been meaning to show you off, but I had to wait until your virginity was taken so the other demons could smell the sex on you."

"You guys can smell that?" you whimpered.

"Yes, darling. In order to show you off, I'll need to doll you up, and that means bathing you."

Gently, Azrir took you to a bathtub and drew water for you. "I am only going to use unscented soap on you so the scent of sex can still be detected," they explained, as sweat was scrubbed off you. Their hands were thorough, but not sexual, which felt like a relief. Thick, clawed hands rubbed shampoo into your hair. "You will be clean for this demonstration," Azrir said.

"Azrir, who are you going to show me off to?"

"Some of the lower demons. Winning a human spouse is a high honour for us. I want to show them what they will never have."

Humans were a status symbol? Well, that got you thinking. "Azrir, if human spouses are a status symbol, does that make me a trophy husband?" you asked.

Azrir paused, their hands temporarily freezing while soap suds latched onto their claws. "Technically, yes," they admitted.

"Well, Azrir, if I'm really going to be paraded around as your little trophy, then I should get some sort of reward. After all, I have to be actually tempting for this to work."

Azrir forced themselves not to laugh. Here you were, negotiating your way through their own display while being bathed like a show dog. "Very well, Y/N. What are your demands?"

"First, I want to be able to shapeshift on command, too. My family has a tendency of looking for me, and I don't want to be recognisable. Second, curse Damian into compulsively sucking his thumb explicitly while he is trying to be intimidating or cause pain."

"Consider both of those things done, little prize," Azrir said.

"Also, when we get back, I'm going to drink a cup of sex potion, tie you to the headboard, and top you like it's my only reason for existing."

Azrir's mouth curled into a large smirk. "Deal, little human. Now, put on this outfit and let's go taunt some grunts."

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The outfit Azrir picked out for you was merely a shirt that went halfway down your thighs with the words "AZRIR'S PRIZE" written on the front. "I don't have to remember lines, do I?" you asked.

"No, Y/N," Azrir said. "I must warn you, little toy, that my hands are often going to . . . have a little fun with you, but nothing too far. Just enough to torment those peons."

"I can live with that," you said, as Azrir hoisted you over their shoulder and began to take you to the ring of lust.

You were ogled a lot. You grew up not drawing much attention while with humans, but here, you were drooled over. You really were a prize.

"Give us a piece," a demon growled, reaching towards you. Azrir grabbed their hand between theirs and squeezed it, hard.

"Touch this human, and I shall eat you," they hissed. Demons fled. Azrir took you off their shoulder and cooed at you. "You poor thing, that must have been a nasty thing to see. There, there, I'm here."

You arrived in the ring of lust and met two demons that were significantly smaller than Azrir. "Azrir, what brings you to us?" one of them asked.

"Bringing you motivation," Azrir said, showing you off with pride. "I used to be a lowly and weak demon such as yourselves, but then I toughened myself up and fought for a human spouse. This is what you can have if you work hard. A little human to do . . . this to."

Azrir's hands went up your shirt, and you stifled a yelp. "This is a bit much!" you whimpered.

"I know," Azrir taunted, grinning as the hand over your crotch got more adventurous and audacious. "Want it to stop?"

You felt dizzy, head spinning. "No, Azrir. Please keep going."

"That's what I like to hear."

"So you brought your human spouse here to . . . taunt us?" the first one asked, notes of disbelief in their voice.

"No, of course not!" Azrir lied. "This is what you could have if you applied yourself."

"If that's the case, why are you blatantly pleasuring it in front of us?"

"Because I can and he's mine. And if you just put in the effort to be stronger, you could have one."

You were going crazy. If Azrir kept going, you would legit go insane. You weren't sure whether to be relieved or annoyed when they stopped and put you back over their shoulder.

"I'll see you around, peasants," they laughed, taking you back home to your bed while groping your behind.

Once you were alone together, you were glad to remove that damn shirt. "Honey, you did so well," Azrir said, smothering you in kisses. "And now, your rewards." Azrir snapped their fingers, and changes occurred.

Your body tingled, but only temporarily and it was over so quickly. That had to be the manifestation of your powers. You only really needed to change one thing, really.

"My love, you have shapeshifted your loins," Azrir said, looking down at your dick with alarm.

"All the better for pleasuring you with," you said, as you got yourself the lube and a cup of aphrodisiac.

Your mother screamed with pain as the scoreboard went up again. "WHY ISN'T THAT DEMON GETTING OFF OF MY SON?" she screamed.

"They can't. Your son is on top of the demon, and having a lot of fun with it," one of the demons said.

Limbs were sawed off again, and your mother screamed. "MAKE IT STOP!"

"We can't. It's honestly entertaining," another demon said. "Azrir knows what they're doing."

The numbers on the scoreboard spun again, and your mother's blood spurted in celebration.

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[gugudalala]

ft. sae itoshi / rin itoshi x reader

synopsis: They grew up together, hearts quietly entwined — even when Sae left for America. Now that Sae's back, Rin is done watching from the sidelines and pushes his way between them, Sae's long-suppressed jealousy boils over — the quiet bond they once shared threatens to erupt into something far more dangerous.

TW: smut with plot, spanking, degradation, size kink, unprotected, praise, ect+++

words: 1087

A/N. I do not own any of the character or picture (credit to the rightful owner) only the plots are mine. 

Enjoy ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

CH: 1 | 2 | 3

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MONTHS LATER

After those days, nothing between you three was the same—at least not on the surface. The days remained deceptively normal, with light conversations, and routines unchanged. Sae returned to his team. Rin buried himself in his training program. You threw yourself into your studies. But whenever the three of you found yourselves in the same room, the truth surfaced back to the day.

With Sae and Rin's conflicts, you begin to doubt your relationship. — did you truly want this? No. You knew it was wrong. Twisted. And yet, the thought of ending it made your chest ache. You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want to lose what the three of you had, whatever this was. It was messy, it was unspeakable, but it was real.

The season break had arrived, they were both coming home. Your parents were gone for the week, from your bedroom window the light in Rin’s window flickered on while the one beside it stayed dark. Then came the knock. Of course, they knew the passcode. Of course, they let themselves in. Opening the door you didn’t have to look to know who it was

"Welcome back," you whisper, stepping closer, his hand reaching up to brush against your cheek "I'm back" Rin murmurs, kissing you. Kissing Rin always feels like falling as he kisses like he’s willing to give you everything, to burn himself just to keep you warm. Sae’s kisses are nothing like Rin, Sae kisses like a thief as if he’s pulling pieces out of you into his mouth and keeping them.

His kiss deepened as he starts feeling you, grabbing your breast and cupping your heat. "Wait—Sae is not here" you gasp "We don’t have to put it in" he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. There were unspoken rules,  never written, never said aloud, but known to all three of you. One, Rin and Sae would never touch each other. Two, always wear protection. And lastly, the three of you must be present to have sex. 

Moving to the bed, he helps you remove your nightwear, he kisses down the curve of your neck to your breast. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his hand reaches to touch your bare cunt teasing your slit, spreading them open. Tearing off his clothes, he hovered over you as his fingers enter, kissing away your moan. Your cunt is already making a lewd noises with every pump he makes  “So eager” he teased. Your face is growing hot as he speeds up. He guides your hand to fists his length, and you move along with him. Feeling how thick it is, you can’t think of anything else but to bury him inside you. 

‘What if’ you taught as pleasure flogs your mind. What if this is what it takes to make them yours — truly yours? Not just their body, not just their time. But Forever? 

With the taught in mind you slowly guild him to your opening “Fuck” he groan as he feel you, his lower half pressed against you dangerously enough, he started moving fast, rubbing his length across your open slit  — just a little push he would enter — and he did

You could feel the head of his cock entering you rubbing against your walls — raw 

He slam into you, picking up his speed “You been wanting this don’t you, being fuck raw, such a good girl” he was ramming into you so hard that you felt the tip of his length hitting your cervix “ah- too deep!” you cried, nails clawing at the sheets. He pushes back your leg, putting you into a matting press and slam down onto you hitting every spot he possibly could. Raw cock pressing your cervix as you let out another muted gasp “Tell me you want my seed”  Rin cooed in your ear. “Please…” you beg  “Rin please, please cum in me” He grunted as you begged, ramming hard until you both came together. You let out something between a moan and a scream, reaching your peak. Tears fill your eyes, feeling an overwhelming sensation being cum into.

“What a mess” The voice cuts through your pleasure like a blade. You whip your head toward the door to see Sae standing there, one shoulder resting against the frame, eyes cold and unreadable. Without a word he stalks forward, Rin barely has time to react before Sae’s  shoves him aside, sending him to the floor. Looking back down at you Sae tsked, seeing cum spilling out of your cunt “Stupid slut, spreading your leg for everyone” using his finger he scoop out the cum, scraping out from inside. You can't help but turn on as your body reacts to his touch, thrusting your hip forward into his finger wanting to take him more. 

He landed a heavy slap against your clit before cupping it “Open” he demanded. Adjusting yourself for him, leg open, you use both hands to spread your folds, pussy clenching as he stares at you. Your slick drips down along with the leftover cum inside, your pussy throb, aching, desire for more. Satisfied, he removes his clothes and gives his cock a few pumps before thrusting his cock inside you. In one swift move he makes you take him to the hilt, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. His hips stilled inside of you as he pulled you into his arms, sitting up on his lap. You're confused only until you feel the mattress dip behind you. And then you understand. 

“I can’t, I-I can’t” you scream, struggling but his arm locks you into place holding firmly. You could feel Rin from behind using his hand to spread your rear "Please… I’m scared" Your voice comes out as a whisper. You could barely take one — but two? Yet the thought coils around your mind like a sin you want to taste 

“Don’t lie, I could feel your wall twitching inside" Sae smirked. You could feel the head of Rin cock enter. You jolt, both from shock and pleasure they force you through, whimper as they both settle inside you. They both start slow, taking their turn to thrust, but once they find their place they start going faster, reaching deeper. As the coil in your stomach continued to burn, your body felt all the pleasure from both back and front. You sobbed, your thighs start to tremble, your body snaps as you cum on them. You are a complete mess, and they continue to thrust into your g-spot nowhere near stopping "This is what you want, isn’t it? To be bound to this forever. To carry proof of it inside you—of us" Rin moaned into your ear as you could feel his cock twitching inside “Gonna cum. you gonna let me cum in you like a good fucking whore?” Sae growls “Yes… yes—yes,” you gasp, blabbering broken mess, begging, whining with every snap of their hips. You feel yourself slipping, your eyelids grow heavy and the feeling of waves crash onto your trembling body, you squirt making a mess around them, as they continue to drive into you. Shooting their load claiming you. 

‘It’s too much, just too much’ 

Everything becomes a blur, all you can do is feel their thick cum dribbling out of you. Clinging to your inner thighs, your legs are shaken. Both holes were overstretched and filled. Too tired to be awake, you let yourself slip away—into the shadows, into them. Whatever this was, it was already consuming you. 

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COUPLES MONTHS LATER

Clutching the stick, you stare as two lines bleed into view Your breath catches, chest tight, as you glance up at both of them standing before you silently watching, their eyes filled with something you can’t name. 

You finally got what you wanted.

Not love.

Not peace.

Forever.

[suevi-if]

RO reaction to MC kissing them to shut them up during an argument? 👀

Hi anon! Thank you for the cute ask <3

I had so much fun I actually wrote quite long scenarios, which is why they're all under the cut :)

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"No, listen, it's more complicated than that-"

You interrupt Ing with a kiss. You know it's more complicated, but you don't want to argue anymore. Not with them. They don't move at all, it's like they're stunned. Oh, Gods. Were you wrong about their feelings? Do they not like you this way? Maybe you should-

Finally, they kiss you back. Their hands move to cup your face. After a few more seconds, they move back, still holding your face. With an unreadable face, they murmur, "We're not done with this topic," before kissing you once more.

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Aquila sighs. They hate arguments with a passion. "If you just listen to yourself for a moment-"

What an absolute hypocrite. Listen to yourself? Something they should try for once. In a fit of emotions running high, you cup their face and kiss them.

They instantly react and kiss you back, deepening the kiss further. Things get heated with them fairly quickly, not only during arguments, but also during other activities.

They pull you close, intent of not letting you go anytime soon.

When you both struggle to breathe, they break off the kiss. "Uhm... so... let's just forget whatever we argued about. I can think of nicer things to do right now."

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"Gods! She'll just have to wait! It takes as long as it takes, I don't care about her feelings."

D is pissed. They care about the feelings of others, especially the feelings of little princesses girls they actually like. But you also know they're too stubborn to change their point of view, or admit they're in the wrong. And if you didn't have this whole argument, they'd probably be done with their work already, and you could leave together with Flavia.

Right now, she's keeping herself busy by playing outside, but by the Gods, you know three year olds can get bored very quickly. On top of that, she hasn't had her afternoon nap yet, so she will get grumpy soon. You have to get her back to the mansion, as soon as possible.

To finally shut D up, you decide to do the one thing you know exactly will make them melt: You move towards them and press your lips on theirs.

D jerks their head back after a few seconds of processing what you did, their face turning into a bright pink hue. "Wha- I- You- Huh?!"

Oops. Seems like you broke them instead. It looks like you'll still be here for quite a while, and Flavia will have to wait for her nap...

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"It's not my fault your master didn't give you enough money for everything he wanted you to get, you'll just have to go back and ask for more!"

Nefer could really cut you some slack and give you a discount. They can be such a greedy asshole sometimes. As if they really needed the money...

"Please, Nefer? Master will send me once more, and I just don't have the time-"

"No way, [Name], if my other customers hear you get special treatment or a discount-"

Out of frustration, you interrupt them with a kiss.

Not only do they kiss you back instantly, they also wrap their arms around you. After breaking apart, they mumble, "Well, maybe I could take that as payment for the missing coin. But you won't get away that easily next time this happens."

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"No, recludere is to open, claudere is to close. Come on, you know this. I know you can remember it if you try."

You sigh. Learning Latin was one of the most boring things you were tasked to do. Sure, your masters didn't speak a barbarian language, but their language just sounded all the same to you. Why couldn't there be some kind of middle ground?!

Frustrated with yourself and this stupid language, you ask Xen, "Can we stop for today? Please? I'm getting a headache."

Xen, a glint in their eyes, responds to your request, "Only if you can tell me what 'headache' is in Latin."

Oh, Gods. That's mean. You haven't learned that word yet, and they know! They probably know that you're only acting because you're sick of learning.

The thread that kept a hold on the last smidgen of your patience finally snaps. You lean over the desk, grab their cheeks and press a kiss on their lips. Maybe, just maybe, they'll let you go now.

As you pull back, you see their stunned face, blinking rapidly in confusion. After a moment, they recover, and an adoring smile graces their lips as they study your features. "Maybe I was a little too harsh. But don't think you're getting out of this so easily. You have to learn. Five more words, then we'll stop for today, okay?"

[bigblueworld]

boxer!rafe bets on if he wins a fight mma!reader goes on a date with him.... you do what you want with the ending and shit,,, i love the both of them saurrr much HAHDHAHSHAHS

oooo i love love love this idea!!

you had been training as per usual. dancing around your sparring partner exchanging light hits back and forth as sweat dripped.

your coach made suggestions as you sparred and once you and your sparring partner finished, you leaned down to collect your things. saying soft goodbyes to your sparring partner and your coach clapped his hand on your shoulder as he walked off.

rafe had just walked in, the bell on the top of the door jingled. your eyes flickered up and settled on rafe, and an exasperated sigh left your mouth.

“you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin me right now..” you muttered under your breath.

“heyy, sparky. how are you doin’ today?” rafe called out as he sauntered up to you, duffle bag slung over his shoulder with his regular stupid cocky grin plastered on his face.

“fine.”

he smirked, and looked you up and down. “you just get done sparring?”

“no. i just got done doin’ fuckin gymnastics..what the fuck do you think?” you said with a tilted head; sarcasm dripping maliciously through your words.

rafe laughed softly. “what are you doing here anyways..shouldn’t you be wrestling or whatever it is you do at your OWN training facilities?” you said as you sat back against the ropes.

“just wanted to visit..you know just, take a lil look around y’know.” rafe said with a slight shrug.

“yeah..sure rage.” you said with a scoff

rafe was leaned up against the outside of the ring, looking down at you as you grabbed your waterbottle and took a drink.

“you’re staring..”

“you wanna make a bet?”

“uhh what now?” you said with furrowed eyebrows as stood up and leaned your forearms against the ropes.

“i have a little..bet in mind. you wanna partake?” rafe said he looked up at you with a tilted head.

“sure. why the fuck not.” you said with a soft shrug as you began to put your gloves back on

rafe’s knuckles were already wrapped and you lifted the ropes for him to step through. he stood up to his full height and shrugged off his hoodie.

you sized him up and down; you watched as his biceps flexed and his black compression shirt stretched across his well muscled chest.

he smirked as he watched you eye him up. “i know, i like the black to. you want me to get you one so we could match.”

“shut up. okay so what’s the bet?” you said as you stood back with a respectable amount of space between you two.

“if i win, you go on a date with me.”

you rose your eyebrows in surprise and huffed out a laugh. “that’s funny…wait, you’re being serious?”

“yes. if i win, i take you out.”

“fine.”

he smiled, “alright let’s do this. we’ll do boxing rules, and not mma rules to make it fair.”

you nodded and rolled your shoulders back. “don’t get all pissy when you lose, “heavy hands”.”

he laughed, “you know my ring name?”

you rolled your eyes, “i did some research last time you decided you wanted to use your lil’ fuckin tricks on me.”

“you’re still not over that?”

“no.”

“alright, well we gonna fight or what?” he asked with a raised brow, his vibrant blue eyes studying your form.

you nodded and leant out your glove, and his glove met yours and the sparring commenced.

you guys traded shots at one another, your hits were strong and dangerous. rafe’s was meticulous and well placed, like he was trying to pick through your fighting style. he was quick and agile like most mma fighters were but you knew boxing. you bobbed and weaved around him.

it was like a dangerous dance of grace and power. sweat dripping down your bodies as sharp breaths escaped your lips. he hit you with a hard body-blow to the ribs and a sharp exhale left your lips as pain exploded throughout your side.

your nostrils flared and you aimed a powerful right hook near his head, which rafe dodged and you missed him by a hair.

“this is the last round, angry girl.”

you didn’t say anything but you guys kept fighting. your anger steadily growing, bubbling and boiling dangerously. your punches got stronger but rafe being in mma made him a difficult adversary.

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the fight ended…rafe won. again. you were leaned up against the ropes; gloves off as you angrily glared at rafe. if looks could kill he would six feet under.

“so…you up for that date?” rafe said with that same cocky smile. drenched in sweat as he looked down at you.

“i lost so, yeah i guess i’ll go out with you.”

“dont be so angry darlin’” he said as he cocked his head to the side his eyes twinkled with amusement and he licked his lips.

“im not.” you said with a shrug as you bent down to collect your things.

you looked back at rafe as you threw on your crewneck over your head, still panting softly. “pick me up at 8 o’clock tomorrow, cameron. dont be late.”

he nodded “i would never.”

“mhm, see you tomorrow asshole.” and with that you walked out, a slight smile on your lips as you walked out to your car. rafe was beaming from inside the boxing club as he watched you leave.

“yes!” he said as pumped his fist in joy. rafe was going to make this date as memorable as he could, for you. it was like he couldn’t get enough of you. he wanted to get to know you aside from the anger that boiled beneath the surface, and the avoidance that you wore like a facade.

[rissararity]

It Just Needs a Little...Shaping! -Bob Reynolds X Thunderbolt!Reader

Bob is full of so much magic and feels hopeless about learning to use it. In your Avenger days, you had your own magic, were known to have incredible power and joined Doctor Strange on several of his own missions.

Sentry's power is untapped, untamed...but you think it just needs a little...shaping.

You're the bow, he's the arrow

Word count: 1,043

In which - you, an ex-Sorceress- help your friend Bob control his magic in a sweet, supportive way. The team is proud and a group hug ensues.

You and Bob are slowing falling for each other/idiots in love, there's little hints at that. Writing Yelena is so fun! Found family vibes!

“It's too hard! I can’t do it!” Frustrated, Bob threw his hands down. “I'm such a failure!”

The mug he’d been trying very hard to levitate simply changed color from orange to blue before your very eyes.

You were quick to pat his back and reassure him that magic based on emotions was very hard to control.

Before you’d lost your powers, you’d gone through a lot of guilt, pain and therapy before you’d gotten to be the Avenger everyone knew and loved.

The masses here had no idea of the multiversal blood on your hands. An entire world that no longer existed because you had one bad breakdown.

One slip up covered you in invisible blood that stained in a way you couldn’t describe.

You would do everything you could to make sure Bob didn’t go down the same path.

Sentry certainly had the same, Will driven, do whatever you want kind of magic you once did.

“Hmm…”

He peaked over at you, baggy sweater sleeves slightly tear stained as he wiped his face a final time.

“Maybe you just need some help to…direct it. Maybe…” you started to pick at your lower lip as you put together your thoughts, dully feeling Bob pull your hand away before you peeled the skin and drew blood.

Again.

His much larger hand kept a hold on your dominant one, feeling how your fingertips twitched and you still tried to pick despite it.

Bob’s grip tightened ever so slightly to keep you from slipping out while he watched the gears turn in your head.

Your eyes skimmed over your handwich, then up and down both your forearm and his.

He noticed you refocus, feeling excitement in his stomach when you looked up at him with a renewed spark in your eyes.

“Maybe I can sort of….guide it. If you feed your magic into me -just a little bit – I think I can…shape it.”

“Is that safe? Will it work?”

You shrugged, “I’ve done similar things in the past. I know you don’t know much about…who I was but trust me…a little bit of Sentry’s magic won’t hurt.”

You brought your other hand up the back of the one on the bottom of yours, pressing together.

A bright smile lit up your face, nudging him a little with your shoulder. “We can do this! Let’s give it a try! I’ll help you.”

A light dusting of pink entered his cheeks, small nod making his long, dark hair dance around them.

A striking, white ring formed in his iris’ as your support instilled the confidence he needed.

He rolled up his sweater sleeves, showing surprisingly toned, milky forearms.

Not wanting to risk ruining the moment by making him ask, you held out your non-dominant hand.

Bob was a little too eager to take it, sandwiching it between his own again and visibly a bit surprised at it's size.

Heat shot up your arm at the touch, you assumed it was Sentry's magic going from his body to yours.

Admittedly, it was magic but not the kind you thought.

You inhaled sharply as a rush of energy came to you, pupils dilating as your body re-learned how to handle magic; Like plugging in an old refrigerator for the first time in years.

Bob watched a similar ring appear in your eyes for a couple of seconds, calm and unaware of the risk you were taking for him.

You had no idea if your body could still handle magic, physically. You could have exploded into ichor on contact from the inside out.

Luckily, the ‘fridge still works!

It only took a couple of seconds but, for you, it felt like several minutes had passed by the time you felt his magic flow through your pipes like it belonged there.

Turning your gaze on the mug, you held out a hand the way you once did and used the magic Bob was feeding you to make the ceramic slowly lift from the counter.

Cheers came from both of you, your shouts of joy gathering the curious ears of a couple of your teammates.

When Yelena, Alexi and Bucky entered the kitchen, they witnessed you turning the mug different colors at Bob's gleeful request – all while it hovered a foot off the counter.

Both of you had huge smiles on your faces and genuine happiness in your eyes.

“Glad to see you’re making progress.” Bucky offered, aware he wasn’t good at this sort of thing.

“Making progress?! They’re in here kicking ass and doing actual magic!”

You set the mug down as Yelena came over with her arms wide, letting her take both you and Bob in them.

He hesitated for just a second before putting his arms around the two of you, still smiling.

“You guys are amazing! I’ve seen a lot of technology…some reeeeally fucked up shit, honestly,” she glanced over at Alexi, who shrugged and nodded, “But magic I just cannot believe exists! That’s so cool!”

The large man joined the hug, putting his daughter in the middle and easily encircling your and Bob’s shoulders while Yelena shifted to hug your waists.

“And our friends can use it! Together, there is nothing you can’t do!”

Bob’s chuckle of joy warmed all of your hearts as you were squeezed.

“Oh no you don’t, Barnes. Group hugs are mandatory. I don’t know what this is about but I’m in!”

You all looked over to see John enter and stop Bucky who’d tried to weasel out while the group was distracted.

He pretended not to like the hugs, but you all knew he got just as much from them as the rest of the team.

And that’s why he rolled his eyes and immediately turned back on his heel to hide his grin from the other super soldier, then came over to join the group hug with confidence.

Bucky draped himself around you and Alexi, cool metal of his arm going around your lower back.

When John wrapped around Bob’s back you felt his arm cross your shoulder blades, pulling you a little closer to Yelena who happily tipped her head back to have room to breathe.

You agreed with her.

The minor suffocation was well worth it.

[000marie198]

Ya know, turns out that when you're with your sibling or family, you don't want to use brain power. It's the one time when you are with people you trust enough to relax a little and not have to keep alert and thinking. So you leave half of the thinking and observing to them.

And they are often doing the same.

So, yeah, speaking from real life experience and analysis of said experience, the phrase "sharing a braincell" rings so very true for families, especially sibs

[sacrificiallane]

smut ﹙ too sweet ❞ Percy Jackson

cw ! heavy makeout / dry humping / allusion to giving head / very sweet !

"I love you ," kiss, "love you ," kiss, "gods ―"

Percy Jackson speaks pretty nonsense when your plush lips trail further and further down his body. He swears this is his Elysium ― pushed into his sea themed sheets and getting utterly loved by you.

"So, so good to me, pretty girl ." And you live by his constant praise.

Only in his blue boxers he's literal putty under your teasing hands, as your mouth trails a path over each of his freckles, seemingly forming constellations with just your sweet mouth on him.

It's muscle memory when his hips lift off the bed, trying to get even more friction from how easily your making out had turned into... this.

Your lips easily find the rough patch of his happy trail, and Percy stutters a little in his breathing. He is closing his eyes in anticipation, his fingers already finding space in your hair.... and then ―

― and then your mouth quickly moves back up, almost as if you're rushing to get back into familiar territory. It's the only indication he needs, to know that you're not just merely trying to tease him.

His sea green eyes slowly flutter open again, and Percy tries to find his thoughts somewhere that isn't tugged under his waistband.

His voice is all hazy when his eyes connect with yours again.

"You scared to go lower ?"

And his question was so genuine ― you wanted to cry. He wasn't being pushy, and nothing in his tone suggested that he was disappointed or upset. No, your boyfriend was genuinely checking in with you, to see if you were okay with all this.

He then found your gaze turn a bit sheepish, almost... shy, as you slowly nodded your pretty head at him. "Uhm, yea," he heard you whisper, and a flush overtook your features, "it's scary down there. I don't know what to do with... all that ."

Oh. Oh !

Percy can't even stop himself from snorting a bit at your answer. Leave it to his partner, to describe his most sensitive part as 'scary'. He finds it all too sweet, too!

Of course, there was barely anything you could do 'wrong' with it, in his mind, anyway. But Percy is the last person to push you into something you aren't completely comfortable with.

The guy would happily just let you kiss him silly, if that's all you're comfy with!

"Sweetheart," his gaze softens at your admission, and his thumb softly brushes over your cheek, just to see you look less worried about his reaction. "That's totally fine," he hums, and watches you closely, "we can try some other time. Or we can never try again. Whatever you'd like. I'm happy when you’re happy, honestly."

But it's the way you tell him that you totally don't want to stop this completely ! You have urges too, after all. So Percy finds himself greedily licking into your mouth, until further thoughts just melt away. He's quick to flip the both of you over, hovering above you, all while making pretty little sounds of pleasure that mingle with your own.

His body molds perfectly against your own, and a roll of his hips is enough to leave you dumb. Your lips are all shiny and swollen when he's done with devouring your face, and a lopsided smile splits over his lips that make your tummy flutter. He's on you before you can even take a moment to breathe, already thrusting ― gentle, slow ― against your clothed most sensitive part.

You're so overwhelmed by his sheer gentleness, that your own hips desperately buckle against his ! And Percy can only watch in awe as your legs open wider for him, as to beckon him even closer.

He doesn’t need you to suck his dick! No, Percy prefers you just like this … sprawled open and eager for him to take care of you.

Your hand seeking out his own, is enough to have his own stomach flutter. He is quick to interlock his fingers with yours, pressing them into the mattress right beside your head and keeping them there ...

And Percy is almost embarrassed at how much he is really leaking through his boxers. It creates a wet squelching patch right where his tip keeps rubbing into your clit, and the mere sight of such has him less embarrassed and even more eager to make you both feel good.

His eyes quickly find yours again, knowing that you need just a bit more coaxing to really find your peak like this. "It's okay pretty girl," the son of Poseidon coos gently, closely watching your facial expression. He knows you're close.

You swallow thickly, not able to look anywhere else but him. His muscles move with his trusting, making you all dizzy with how much you love him ! How good he makes you feel, too. "Perce ―" your breath hitches when your walls flutter around nothing. You're so, so close, yet not quite there yet ...

"I know, I know." Your little whine makes his hand tighten around your own, has his hips grind harder against your clothes pussy, because he is right there with you !

When his hand comes down to press and rub over the fabric of where your sweet clit is hidden underneath, is when you find yourself finally falling apart ...

𓂃 🖊 more .

[remphobia]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ drippin’ love ✦

genre: pure, unadulterated smut. mdni.

summary: in which you playfully suggest to your boyfriend, haechan, that you two ditch the condoms. turns out, he has some kinks you didn’t know about.

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: dom!haechan, breeding kink, unprotected piv (don’t ever do this.) degradation, spitting (fem rec.), slapping (fem rec.), choking, mentions of voyeurism, squirting, oral (male rec.), mentions of piss, haechan gets called a pervert once by reader, badly written ending

haechan was many, many things, but what he wasn’t was a patient man and everyone knew this—from his professors to his close friends, he was known to want things done immediately. and so, when you two ran out of condoms, he was less than patient about it.

you were laying on the couch of his apartment, your legs sprawled out as your head dangled over the edge of the couch, the sound of haechan’s voice breaking through the stillness of the room.

“it’s stupid that we can’t have sex until we get more condoms, we’re both clean,” he whined, running his hand through his messy black hair as he looks over at you with the poutiest, most pathetic expression he could muster.

you couldn’t help but let out a resigned sigh at his pouty expression, sitting up and looking at him with a look of mock disappointment. “we don’t have to use a condom if it’ll shut you up,” you say, the words meant to simply be a playful taunt, a soft giggle escaping your lips afterwards.

except the air in the room had changed, the tension rising between the two of you palpable as haechan looks at you with a look of pure hunger, a look you had never seen in his eyes before. but surprisingly, you weren’t scared, in fact, you wanted him more than you ever had before.

“you’d let me fill that pretty pussy? that’s what you want, baby?” he asks, his voice raspy and low as his eyes trail up and down your body, his gaze lingering on your breasts for a beat too long to not be purposeful. your words were caught in your throat, unable to respond, you simply nodded your head in agreement with his words.

“such a braindead little whore, cant even speak,” haechan says mockingly, leaning over and grabbing your hair to shove you to the ground, your knees hitting the floor with a loud thud that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning—not like you cared though, not while haechan’s hardened cock was right in front of your face.

it was almost as if you were on autopilot at this point, no thoughts in your head whatsoever as you simply stared up at him with glossy eyes and even glossier lips. the only thing that broke you out of your trance was the feeling of haechan slapping you across the cheek harshly, the sting doing nothing but add to your (barely contained) arousal, slick coating your inner thighs as you pathetically rub them together.

of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by haechan whatsoever, his gaze immediately turning into one of mockery and faux disgust at just how needy you were being for him. “needy little thing.. open your mouth,” he coos mockingly, and yet, you oblige his request no questions asked.

as soon as your lips parted, his spit was landing on your tongue and of course, you swallowed it all. in one swift motion, haechan had slid his sweats down revealing his swollen and hard cock, precum beading at the red tip. almost as if on cue, your lips were immediately wrapped around his cock, your hand palming at whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“fuck– yeah, keep doing that,” he moans out, his hands immediately finding your hair as he thrusts shallowly into your throat, making you gag whenever he hits the back of your throat. you were an absolute mess, spit and tears running down your face as your thighs rubbed together pathetically—the only sounds that could be heard were haechan’s moans and whines, along with your muffled cries and the loud sounds of you gagging and choking on him.

you were soon grabbed by the hair once again, except this time it was to lift you up so that you were bent over the couch, your soaked panties on full display for haechan and boy, did he enjoy the view. his hands were quickly pulling down your panties, tossing them aside and mumbling something that sounded oddly like “i’m keeping these,” but you were too damn desperate to care.

you were just about to ask him to repeat what he said when you suddenly felt it—his cock sliding into you without warning, the feeling of him thrusting so deeply and suddenly making you let out a sharp gasp. his hand immediately found its way to your hair, pulling you so that your back was perfectly arched as his thrusts continued.

“hae– haechan, slow down,” you hiccup out between your broken moans, unable to catch your breath due to the sudden intrusion. instead of verbally answering, haechan’s hand went to rub at your swollen and puffy clit, your eyes rolling back into your head as you start trying to match his thrusts.

“making such a fuckin’ mess around me, baby. i thought you wanted me to slow down,” haechan says mockingly, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick the more your swollen pussy sucked him in with each thrust and the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock didn’t go unnoticed either.

“what if mark walked in and saw me using you like this on the couch?” haechan asks, his tone just as mocking as it normally was, except his words had the complete opposite effect that they thought they would have on you—instead of covering your face in embarrassment or whining, your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him at the thought of your boyfriend’s roommate walking in on you two.

you didn’t even need to reply, your body did all the talking for you—your pussy creaming all over his cock, your walls growing impossibly tighter and the pit in your stomach growing more and more uncomfortable as the seconds pass, except this time felt different. “haechan– baby, i think i’m gonna pee,” you whimper, your hand reaching behind you to try and slow down his harsh thrusts.

as soon as haechan registered your words, he immediately pulled out of you, causing a loud whine to escape your lips but that was soon replaced with a high-pitched, breathless moan as he pistons his cock inside you at a sharper, deeper angle that hit all the right places.

“gonna breed this pussy, c’mon baby.. lemme breed you, fill you up real nice– fuck, baby–” haechan babbles mindlessly, his thrusts matching his desperation as his orgasm was creeping closer and closer until you finally came—liquid squirting all over the couch, your thighs and his thighs—which made haechan’s hips stutter as his cum filled you up.

after a few moments of silence, the two of you simply laying down and enjoying each other’s company, you couldn’t help but turn to your boyfriend and laugh. “you’re such a pervert, getting off on getting me pregnant,” you say playfully, ignoring the way haechan’s bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout.

haechan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your words, turning himself so that he was facing you fully as a smirk forms on his face. “says the girl who asked me to piss on her,” haechan retorts, unable to help himself from laughing.

“touchè.”

[kimstills]

crazy

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader

summary: after one heated and spontaneous night together, aaron can’t seem to get his pretty subordinate (or her pussy) out of his head.

content warnings: smut, 18+, minors do not interact!, pussy!whipped hotch, age gaps, dirty talk, rough unprotected office sex, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving in the past), choking, hair pulling, ass slapping, groping, some angst if u squint, love confessions and some asshole behavior, hotch is a munch and masturbates in his office.

word count: 6.5k (yea…)

a/n: this may seem a lil out of character for hotch? we all know he’s a professional thru and thru but the point is this is that he’s pussy whipped! also lots of flashbacks in italics whoopsies <3

Aaron was sure he was going crazy.

Or maybe he already was, and he was just starting to feel the effects of his craziness.

Aaron Hotchner, usually poised in a way that unwillingly intimidated others and made them back away from him, was unraveling in a way he had never done so before.

Having a one-night stand with his subordinate, the same subordinate he had been harboring painfully arising feelings for literal years, often led to such a reaction.

He could still recount every single detail from that night, from the moment the tension between you both began building itself up to the moment it actually snapped. It was as if he had everything engraved in his mind; the views he never thought he'd get to see to the things he never thought he would get to feel etched into his brain.

It had all been a blur that night, and a part of Aaron still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you reciprocated his attraction towards you, letting him, not only touch you but also fuck you.

You two had stayed up late in your shared hotel room only to talk, really. After you and the rest of the team had wrapped up a somewhat good case, you only wanted to rant to one another. Aaron knew that you weren’t a ‘whiskey girl,’ or whatever it was that you said, but he had offered you a drink either way.

Neither one of you had even gotten tipsy, so he couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol. But the connection had always been there, though, one thing finally leading to another and all the unsaid words and stolen glances between you both began to surface.

It was as if everything you both silently felt for another was starting to seep through and everything that hindered you from telling each other no longer mattered.

It had felt so hot, from the way you held him close with your legs wrapped around his waist to the messy yet passionate kisses you shared, your bodies connected beneath.

It was everything Aaron envisioned it to be. But, as magical and heated as it was, he was the one to have ended things before they even had a chance at starting.

The morning after, as soon as you had both untangled your bodies from one another and got dressed to get back home to Quantico, he had done the stupidest thing imaginable.

“We shouldn’t do this again.”

You froze in your spot, half-way through tugging your pants up your legs. You blink at him from where he stood on the other side of the bed, already dressed, “This?”

“Yes.” Aaron says, voice awfully neutral.

You frown, jutting out your bottom lip that same way you did when you were thinking, “May I ask why?”

He takes a deep breath, “I’m your boss,” he gives you a pointed look, as if he had to remind you after fucking you dumb, “and you’re my subordinate. This goes against several workplace regulations and if anyone were to find out we could both lose our jobs.”

You’re quiet for several moments after that, and Aaron uses the silence to his advantage to prepare for any arguments you could be thinking of to use against him. He can’t seem to read you, though, your expression pensive as you stare at the floor.

Then you shrug. “Okay.” You say, simple and nonchalant.

Aaron watches as you continue finishing getting ready and he doesn’t know if he should ask if you were actually okay with it.

He decides that it’s for the best, not getting any pushback or having to argue on why he’s just subconsciously pushing you away after having one of the best nights of his life.

“Okay.” He repeats, giving you a small nod, even though you weren’t looking at him. With one last glance to your surprisingly calm figure, he finishes collecting the rest of his things and heads out of the room.

Even after the team had checked out of their hotel and settled onto the jet, you didn’t spare him a second glance. You hadn’t necessarily moved to ignoring him or silently lashing out, but it was as if everything went back to normal, with no mentions or glances back to that night.

That should be what was driving him crazy; the way he didn’t know if you were only calm because you were planning on going to the higher-ups, to HR, about what had happened. If you were secretly planning on putting him on blast out of anger or betrayal or telling him that he had coerced you to sleep with him and threatened you in case you didn’t.

No. What was driving him crazy was that he couldn’t get you out of his head, even after he broke things off.

Everything was engraved into his mind, from the sight of you on your knees, mouth full of his cock while you stared up at him with tear-pricked eyelashes and basked in his praises. Or the way your nails dug into his skin as he thrusted into you and the way you felt around him, all while he took pleasure in the sweet sounds he emitted from you every second.

He was going mad, and the already established feelings he had for you weren’t helping, either.

Aaron stared at you from inside his office, studied your features from afar whilst you sat on your desk. Your face was set in a neutral expression, flickering your attention from your computer screens to the physical files in front of you, but all he could see was the same face and person morphed into the one that had been withering in pleasure underneath him.

“Hotch…” you whine, a hand wrapped around his bicep as he dipped a finger inside your glistening pussy.

He watched as your back arched off the bed, throwing your head back against the pillows at the feeling of his thick digit inside you, “What, sweetheart?” He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue easily. “What do you need? Hm?”

Your hips stuttered as he inserted another finger, thrusting them in and out you, “Y-You. I want you. Inside me.” You peered at him through your fluttering lashes, your mascara smudged underneath your eyes from the tears that had slipped out while you were sucking his cock.

“Yeah?” His voice is filled with amusement and bewilderment, one part of him indulging in seeing you this way—all disheveled and needy for him—while the other was still stunned at the whole thing. “Want my cock inside you after you just had it in your mouth?”

You nod meekly at his words, a sweet pout adorning your flushed lips.

Despite the heat and tension that suffocated the room, Aaron’s heart fluttered at the sight of you. The way you were asking for him ever so bashfully after just giving him the best head of his life tugged at his heartstrings and made his cock twitch.

“Please,” you whisper, bucking your hips upwards. A stuttered gasp emits from your lips when you feel the tip of his dick prod at your sopping entrance, “Aaron…”

Aaron lets out a low, throaty groan at the sound of his first name mumbled in desperation, and he thinks back to all the times he’s thought about you like this. How many times he’s dreamed of having you underneath him, encaged by his broad figure and whining for him.

“I got you, sweet girl,” he says promisingly. He lifts himself to his full height on his knees, lining himself up with your entrance and holding onto the meat of your thigh. Another groan utters from the back of his throat, mixed in with your gasps and puffs of breath as he begins to sink inside you.

A knock on his office door forces Aaron to snap out of his train of thought. He looks down at himself, registering the painfully hard boner he was now sporting. Quickly, he scooted further into his desk so that the tent in his pants wouldn’t be visible by whoever was knocking on his door. Clearing his throat, he lets out a somewhat proper ‘come in.’

In walks Garcia, and Aaron doesn’t know if he should be thankful or mortified it was her out of all people.

“Sir?” She asks politely, files in hand and head tilted in an ever so Penelope manner. “We’re ready whenever you are.”

Right. It was barely nine in the morning and Aaron was already sporting a growing tent in his suit pants.

He nods, doing his best to feign being busy, “I’ll be there in five, Garcia.”

He wants to think he comes out as somewhat normal, but panic surges through him briefly when her expression turns into a curious one.

“Are you alright, sir?” She takes a step forward and Aaron has to hold himself back from screaming for her to stay where she is. “You look red and pale at the same time.”

He shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively yet good-naturedly, “I’m fine. Jack is coming down with something and I think I might be, too.”

Great. Now he was using his innocent son as a scapegoat for his own horniness and bad decisions. Some father he was.

Garcia nods, looking convinced enough before bidding him a nod shuffling out of his office and closing the door behind her.

Aaron lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. His boner had softened the slightest bit, and he was conflicted in trying to make it go down completely or taking care of it right here and now. But the thought of having to face his team after fucking himself into his fist mortified him. Of seeing you, right after fucking himself into his fist to the thought of you after leaving you hanging coldly.

He opted out of it, though it took more than five minutes to settle himself before heading over to the conference room. Once again, he tried to play it as casual as possible while he walked to his seat with everyone staring expectantly at him, including you.

“Let’s get started.”

The team’s briefings went on as so, everyone presenting their perspective cases and discoveries within them. It was a bit easier to lose focus of what he was thinking earlier when the gory crime scenes showed up on the TV screen each time someone went up, but all focus was lost when it was your turn.

You stood from your seat, taking the control from Penelope’s hands and talking everyone through the case you were currently focusing on.

Aaron held his fist up to his face as he tried to focus on the details of the case instead of you and your entire being. Your hair whipped out and into your face each time you looked from the screen and back to the team. The top part of your dress twisted with each turn and motion you made, the bottom part of it creasing along with it. Was it a new dress?

Didn’t matter. It didn’t compare to the pajama shorts he had slowly, almost tauntingly, pulled down your legs before–

“...makes me think he’s keeping them in a secluded space. He obviously likes the control and the pleasure of having his victims’ screams and cries for help to himself, so I’ve advised police to search condemned and empty areas far away from the city and even on the outskirts of the town.” You finished with a nod and once again Aaron was snapped away from his unholy thoughts.

While everyone else added their own commentary and advice, Aaron realized he had been the only to have not said anything during your presentation, too preoccupied with you once more.

“Adding in the possibility of him keeping them outside of the main town the victims have been found in was a smart move,” He quickly added, trying his best to comment on what he had paid attention to. His breath hitched when you turned to look at him. “Law enforcement might have missed that and can collaborate with police from the next town over. Good job.”

You smiled softly and nodded in appreciation, “Thank you.”

Fuck. How were you so nonchalant about this? Aaron’s mind wandered back to the probability of you getting back at him by going to Strauss about your rendezvous. It was only early morning Monday, the first day back in the office after said events, so it wasn’t a surprise he hadn’t heard anything from her. Yet.

He nodded back in response, though, casting his gaze downwards and collecting his things, “Great. I expect everyone’s reports to be on my desk by tonight, please.”

Everyone stood from their seats, shuffling out of the room with mumbled conversations. Aaron held back, taking his time in looking through his files and stacking them together while you did the same, leaving the two of you alone once everyone else had gone.

He wanted to say something, gather the courage to ask you something. Anything, just to make sure you were alright. If the two of you were still right, in spite of everything.

Only when you finished collecting things did he bring himself to open his mouth, a soft utterance of your name to get your attention.

You stopped in your tracks, a good couple feet away from him and the door. You stared at him, waiting for him to speak with a neutral expression on your face.

Not one of annoyance or irritation. Just expectant.

God, you really were driving him crazy.

You raised a brow when he didn’t say anything, “…Yes?”

He clears his throat again before asking, “Is everything okay?”

You blink and tilt your head, dumbfounded, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Aaron grips at his files, guilt consuming him all over again. “With us,” he clarifies, swallowing harshly. “Is everything okay with us?”

You blink a couple more times, eyes wandering to the side as if you’re trying to catch onto what he’s implying.

It makes his heart churn.

“Oh.” You finally say, meeting his gaze. “Yes. We both agreed, no? To what you said.”

Aaron can’t decipher if the smile you give him is genuine or jeering, and he can’t tell if what you say last is clarifying as his answer or if it’s something underlyingly petty.

Either way it’s something. You’ve given him something and he’ll take it.

He nods finally, “Yes, we did.”

You shrug, smiling a bit wider this time, “All good then.”

He gives another curt nod, stepping to the side so you could exit the room. He moves to follow behind you, but he gets a whiff of your perfume as soon as you brush past him. The scent makes him halt and he has to hold onto one of the back posts of a chair to stabilize himself.

He takes a deep breath, inhaling the remnants that linger behind you for a moment.

He truly was going crazy.

The rest of the day goes by the same and hardly any work gets done on Aaron’s end. He’d scribble whatever he needed to write down or fill out then get distracted by the void of you.

It was getting impossible for him to keep working with the relentless problem that was his ongoing boner. He was tucked into his desk all the way yet it hurt whenever he leaned forward or backwards while moving around. Oftentimes he tried to give himself some sort of relief by running a hand over himself, but it didn’t help much, and the dirty thoughts about you certainly didn’t either.

The sounds that filled the room were lewd, your gags and moans from below mixed in with Aaron’s grunts and words of encouragement echoing off the hotel room’s walls. His large hand was entangled in your hair, pushing your head forward to take more of him, as if your jaw wasn’t aching enough already.

Though there wasn’t a way for him to tell, really. You gave no sign or indication that you wanted him to stop, your tongue swiping at the head of his cock each time he dipped your head even more. Saliva pooled from your tongue and leaked from your mouth, dripping into the carpeted floor and entailing a trail from your lips to your chin.

Aaron’s head was thrown back in utter pleasure and astonishment, bewildered that you’d ever be doing this to him. He didn’t want to finish before you, but it was taking everything him to not give in and fuck your face the way he truly desired.

He’d never received head this good, nor had he received it much recently. His legs were spread with you settled in between them contently. “That’s it sweetheart,” he mumbled, brushing fallen strands of hair out of your face lovingly. “Taking me so good, such a good girl.”

His praises only edged you on even further, bobbing your head up and down a couple more times before pulling off of him with a slick ‘pop!’ You rest your head on his thigh in an attempt to catch your breath, a shaky, stuttered sigh heaving from your chest as your hand comes up to continue the rest of your work.

Aaron has to run a hand over his face to try and keep his composure, his nails digging into the skin of his palm albeit their short length. He throws his head back against his chair, a grunt threatening to emit from his throat as he coercively runs his hand over his boner.

At least he wishes he can say it’s coercively, really it’s just a tainted image of you he’s embedded in his own dirty mind.

It doesn’t take long for Aaron to give in and reach inside his pants, sparing another careful glance to his now locked office door before springing his painfully hard cock free. A low, pleased grunt spills from his pursed lips as he wraps his hand around himself. He gives his length a good tug, bucking his hips up instantaneously, the same way he did when you first wrapped your mouth around him.

Still, as cautiously and quietly as possible, he begins to stroke at his length, a hand covering his mouth as he continues to dart his eyes from below himself to his door–as if anyone would walk in at any second and catch him jerking himself off in his own government-issued office.

He begins to imagine that his fist is you. That you’re sitting in the space between his legs with your hot mouth licking long stripes up his length and that your hand is toying with his balls the same way you did before. It only makes him pump at his fist even faster, the hand that was covering his mouth shooting down to the armrest of his chair, gripping at the cushioned leather as he began to reach his high.

“Fuck, Hotch, fuck!” Your whines are eccentric, head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Your legs wrap around Aaron’s waist, pulling him closer to you as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy.

Aaron groans loudly, silently thanking that his and yours room was placed further down the hall from everyone else’s. His hands rest at the bottom of your thighs, his large hand gripping the flesh for support as he pounds into you relentlessly. Your pussy grips him like a vice and your nails dig into the skin of his biceps from where you hold him.

His sight is focused on you only, the way your tits bounce with each thrust and the way your mouth is curled into a wide ‘o’ from the pleasure you’re receiving.

“So good for me, baby,” he mumbles, hand coming down to grab at your breast, squeezing possessively before leaning down to crash his lips against yours hungrily.

You whine through the kiss, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging while your other hand scratches at his back. A string of saliva connects at your lips when he pulls away, his head dipping down to kiss and suck at your neck while he grabs your hips to better pistol himself inside you.

A moan echoes through the room again and straight to his ear, your back arching into his chest, “Feels so good, Aaron, so good!”

Aaron’s release sputters everywhere messily and he has to bite at his fist to stop himself from groaning loudly. His come spills onto parts of his leg, his desk, and even onto the floor. He leans back into his chair, trying to contain himself and his heaving chest.

He takes a look at the mess he created–the mess you unknowingly entailed from him. Like clockwork, the paranoia and guilt from doing this begins to seep in and he’s quick to snatch a handful of tissues from the box he kept on the corner of his desk to clean himself up. He tucks himself back into his pants then moves to clean at his desk and his floor.

Clearly, he hadn’t known what he was thinking. Not when it came to calling things off between the two of you before they even happened and certainly not now after he realized the spell he was currently in.

The last hour of the work day comes by agonizingly slowly. After his little session, Aaron finds it a little bit easier to get the rest of his work done (key word: a little bit). The rest of the members all begin to spill into his office to hand in their finished paperwork and files, all of them sparing him brief glances of curiosity and concern–the same way Garcia had done earlier–before bidding him goodnight and leaving.

The only one that hasn’t come to hand in anything was you. He knew you were still here, he could see you sitting at your desk from the view through his blinds, scribbling away casually like you had been doing so the whole day. After you had stalled to follow behind the rest of your co-workers, Aaron had gotten up from his desk and pretended to be walking around his office with a file in hand, lifting his head every few minutes to see if you were ever making your way towards him to turn in your work.

He wanted desperately to know what you were thinking. If you were secretly being tortured by the recollections of your hook-up, too, or if you truly didn’t care about him basically dumping you after having sex with you and telling you that it could never happen again due to your perspective titles.

With a defeated sigh, he closes the file he was still pretending to read. His eyes instinctively travel back to where your desk was at and his breath immediately catches in his throat when he sees that you aren’t there. He hears the sound of footsteps approaching closer and closer through the staircase that leads up to his office and you walk in soon after.

You freeze in the doorway when you see that he’s already staring at you. Your eyes flicker to a space behind him then back at him before you take a tentative step back and glance at the clock hung on the wall facing his desk, “Uh, is this a bad time?”

“No!” Aaron takes a step forward when you take another one back. He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, “No, no, it’s not. I didn’t know you were still here. Everyone else left almost half an hour ago.”

“Oh,” you glance back behind you to the rest of the bullpen before looking back at him. “I was just finishing up the reports you said you wanted done by the end of today.” You jut your chin toward the stack of files you were carrying in one arm.

“Right.” He clears his throat, motioning to the pile of files the rest of the team had stacked on his desk. “You can just leave them there.”

You nod, giving him a small smile.

He watches as you walk over to his desk, taking in your appearance while you double-check that everything was correct. He swallowed harshly, taking in the way your skirt hugged your lower figure perfectly the same way it did during the morning debriefing. Your hair flows ever so slightly and he takes in a good look at your side profile when you tuck a loose strand behind your ears while you continue to flip through the pages of your file.

You’re breathtakingly gorgeous and Aaron doesn’t know if what suddenly makes him start walking up behind you is from what he’s felt since sleeping with you or if it’s everything he’s felt since way before that.

You halt your movements when you feel his presence directly behind you, gasping when you turn and find how close he was standing.

“Hotch–” you gulp, heat blooming through your cheeks albeit feeling confused. “W-What are you doing?”

Aaron takes in your tone and he can tell that you’re not asking in a disgusted, annoyed way, more so in a flustered way. He lifts a hand to brush the hair that frames your face past your face but doesn’t actually move to do it, keeping it there to see if you push him away. But you don’t. So he brushes it away.

“I can’t get you out of my head.” He mumbles, eyes boring into the side of your face as you stare up at him as best as you can from your practically rigid figure.

You scoff, a sound filled with so much humor yet so little at the same time, “You were the one that said this couldn’t happen again.” You twist your head, trying to turn your body around more with the way he had you pressed against the front of his desk.

“That was a mistake,” he whispers. He dips his head so that his mouth is by your ear, watching you shiver from the proximity.

“A mistake?” You repeat, brows raised. You lull your head to the side but you don’t know if you do it to get away from him or to grant him access to your neck.

Aaron takes it as the latter and hovers his lips over your skin, the same spot where he had left splotches of pink and purple last time.

“Yes,” he confirms, “a mistake.”

You want to ask why he said it then, want to press him for answers but you can’t when his hot breath sends shivers down your spine and arms. Your legs go weak when he brings a hand around you to wrap at your middle, big hand splayed across your stomach to pull you in even closer, if possible.

“H-Hotch,” you clear your throat. “We can’t. You said so yourself.” You roll your shoulders back in a weak effort to push him away, but all he does is hold you tighter.

“I was wrong,” he mutters, pressing a feather-light kiss to the very side of your neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of your perfume again and letting out a pleased hum from the back of his throat. “I was so wrong.”

You gasp when he flings an arm out in front of you, proceeding to knock over the multiple things from his desk. Files, pens, and other trinkets fly off the hard wood and land on the floor with a loud crash. Aaron spins you around before you can process the whole mess, turning you around so that you were facing him.

“Aaron-!” Your mind is a whirlwind as he grabs at your hips and easily sets you down on the edge of the desk. His lips crash onto yours messily and you hum, satisfied.

The kiss quickly becomes sloppy and hungry, muffled whines as you two practically devour one another. Your hands wrap around his neck while his own roam your body, curious hands searching for the zipper of your dress and bunching up the fabric in the process. You mewl when he finally finds it and slowly tugs it down. You break apart from the kiss in order to help him, scrambling from side to side so that it comes off from under you.

Aaron lets out a groan at the sight of you as he tosses the dress to the side. You’re wearing a matching set: a lacy white bra that cups your breasts gorgeously and a lacy white thong paired with it. It takes everything in him to not come undone right then and there.

Holding your gaze, Aaron sinks to his knees, shrugging off his suit jacket as he kneels before you.

“Aaron…”

He immediately shushes you, discarding the jacket somewhere next to your dress on his office floor. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

Instead of obeying, you knock your knees together bashfully, the fat of your thighs pressing against each other.

Aaron’s eyes darken at your shy defiance. “I said spread your legs.” His hands come out to grab behind your knees and you gasp again when he spreads them apart forcefully, large hands holding them in place.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he utters, gaze locked on your soaked panties. His palms slide down your legs, eyes flickering back up at you as he begins to kiss at your calves. Each peck to your skin leaves a wet trail from your earlier kiss and you whine in anticipation as he makes his way up before coming face to face with your pussy. His fingers hook themselves inside the thin fabric and you immediately get the message, lifting your hips once more so he could slide them down your legs

Aaron swiftly shoves the wet material into his pockets, wasting no time before diving straight in and burying his head in between your thighs.

His tongue swiping at your folds elicits a loud moan from you, your hands shooting out to grab at his head, “Aaron!” You yell out, fingers tangling in his hair to stabilize yourself from the suddenness.

Aaron grunts from below you, the sound sending vibrations up your body and causing you to arch into his touch. He didn’t know how he hadn’t thought of tasting you that night in the hotel room, too preoccupied with the pleasure he had received from you. But–dare he say–this was better than head, better than anything else he had ever gotten, tasted or even done. He wasn’t even a minute into devouring you and he had already decided that this was the best pussy he had ever had in his whole life.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this pussy.” He lapped at your juices, mouth hot on your dripping cunt. His hands continued to grip at your thighs, large palms still keeping you in place from where you were writhing in pleasure.

“A-Aaron,” you whimper, grinding your hips against his face. “Please, I need you. Need you so bad.”

Your head was thrown back in utter bliss, hips stuttering with each nibble at your clit. Your fingers tugged his face closer despite the longing you had to feel him inside you, caging his head to keep him there.

Aaron couldn’t help but bask in the sounds he was pulling from you. It was as if his mouth had a mind of his own and all it could focus on was licking up every single one of your juices, the taste nearly intoxicating. He flickered his eyes up to you, taking in the way your chest heaved and your breasts pushed against the cups of your bra, practically spilling out.

Without removing his tongue from your pussy, he reaches behind you and easily undoes the hooks.

You let the straps fall from your shoulders and aid him in tossing it somewhere in the room along with your dress. Desperately, you reach for Aaron’s hands and place them on your breasts, groaning when he rolls each already hard and sensitive nipple in between your fingers.

Your legs begin to shake and you’re quick to wrap them around Aaron’s head, the heels of your feet digging into his muscular back. “Mm, fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you toss your head back as the coil in your belly threatens to snap.

“Yeah?” He teases, angling his head so that he could spit onto your cunt, all before diving right back in and swirling it together with your arousal. “You gonna cum on my mouth, honey?”

You nod, feverishly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Go ahead, pretty,” Aaron ushers, voice deep and rough from his non stop nibbling and sucking. “Come on my mouth, sweetheart.”

A certain bite on your clit immediately has you seeing stars and the office is soon filled with your cries of ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you violently. Your body shakes and stutters as you ride out the high on his face, leaning backwards until your back was resting against his desk.

Aaron doesn’t relent even as you begin to come down from your high, enhancing the way your legs shook from where they were wrapped around him.

“No, n-no more, Aaron, p-please,” you begged, keeping your back on the desk while weakly attempting to push him away.

“Just one more, honey. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

You don’t get the chance to answer, back arching off the desk as his fingers prodded at your entrance briefly before he shoved two inside. A high-pitched moan emitted from your swollen lips and your hips rutted against his face once more as he scissored the thick digits inside your gummy walls.

“That’s it, pretty girl, that’s it,” Aaron’s sultry words only encouraged you further, his face wet with your arousal and the release of your first orgasm. “I’m gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. But first you gotta give me another one.”

His thumb came up alongside his mouth to rub rough circles on your already sensitive, swollen clit and you immediately felt that coil snap once more, mixing in with the first orgasm you hadn’t even properly come down from.

“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!” You mumbled dumbly, mouth agape and head hanging back from the desk as you rode out your second high on his face, the heavy wood shaking with every motion.

Aaron’s head was buried even further in between your legs, lips trying to catch every single drop that leaked from your hole, pulling out your fingers and cleaning them with a swirl from his tongue. He delivered a sweet kiss to your folds before standing, his knees cracking in response to being kneeled on the ground for so long.

He leans over, bringing a guiding hand to the back of your neck to get you to sit up, “You good, honey?” Aaron asks, brushing away the stray hands of hair that had stuck to your face. “Still with me?”

You hum, nodding weakly, “Need you, Aaron.”

Aaron chuckles at your fucked-out form, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, “I got you, sweetheart. Bend over the desk for me.”

You stand on wobbly legs and do as he says blindly, the need to have him inside you outshining your nearing overstimulation. You feel yourself salivate as the sound of him undoing his belt is heard from behind you and you look back to watch him pull himself out from his boxers.

He hears you gasp when his cock springs out and hits against his stomach, tip an angry red and leaking with precome. He wraps a hand around himself and groans at how painfully hard he was. He quickly lines himself up with your entrance, slapping his length against your dripping folds before easing himself inside little by little.

You whine from in front of him when he bottoms out, the tip of his dick easily hitting your sweet spot the same way it did before in the hotel. This time, though, it feels even better with how wet you already were, his cock glistening when he pulls out before shoving himself back in roughly.

It doesn’t take long for Aaron to set a brutal pace, hands on your hips as he begins to pound into you from behind ruthlessly, a stark contrast from the way he had asked you if you were okay.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You have no idea how crazy you’ve driven me since I first fucked this pretty pussy,” Aaron grunted form behind, fingers digging so hard into your hips he was sure there would be an imprint there. “Had to get myself off in my own office, that’s how crazy you had me going.”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. Your mouth is wide open, small huffs the only noise you can make while a line of saliva drools from your tongue. It’s only when you feel him wrap your hair in his hand and pull your back flush against his chest that you squeal, the angle pushing his cock further inside you.

“You like that, pretty?” He asks deeply, voice hoarse and gravely as he continues to pound into your pussy, the squelching that comes from beneath scandalous. “Like getting this pussy fucked by me, huh?”

You nod dumbly, too fucked out to properly answer him. A harsh slap against your ass makes you cry out, the sting somewhat snapping you back to reality.

“Answer me,” Aaron commands, tugging at your hair and making your back arch even further against him. “Did I fuck you dumb like last time?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble, legs shaking even in your standing position. “I l-love it, Aaron. Feels so g-good.”

He chuckles against your ear, the way you could barely register his questions only making him quicken his pace, “You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart? Gonna give me one more wrapped around me?”

You nod with as much fervor as possible, “Yes, y-yes, can I, Aaron? Want you to c-cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?” He asks. He doesn’t bother to correct you when you don’t answer, instead snaking his hand to your front and down to your pussy.

The feel of him rubbing circles on your clit is the final push you need before you’re clenching around him, body trembling against him as he continues his assault on your swollen bud.

It doesn’t take long for Aaron to spill his own release inside you, giving you a couple more shallow thrusts as he comes down from his own high.

You whine when you feel him pull out, a string of your mixed releases following suit on the tip of his cock.

“So good, baby,” he praises, wrapping a hand around your neck gently and pressing soothing kisses on your cheek. “Did so good for me.”

You lean your head against his shoulder as he reaches for some tissues to clean you up, “So I guess we’re definitely doing this again?”

Aaron laughs, a pink adorning his cheeks, “Yes. Yes, we are. In fact, I’m telling everyone to work from home tomorrow so I can take you on a proper date. I’m not risking going crazy again.”

You suppress a giggle, “You went crazy? Over my pussy?”

He sighs, “If only you knew.”