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fascinating that when you tell people "you have to learn the rules to break them" when talking about drawing/painting etc everyone nods and agrees but the second you say "you have to read books if you want to write better" there's a horde of contrarians begging to be the wrongest people ever all of a sudden

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imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

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Heartburn

Sylus x MC

SYLUS MASTERLIST

FULL FANFICTION SUBMISSION FOR where drakeshadows fall contest

WORDCOUNT: 5K+

Summary: Finding an injured dragon out in the dead caves of Tarus City, doesn't end in the way MC quite imagined

Cw: Elements of fluff and angst, annoyed strangers to lovers? Not really *enemies* enemies

Heartburn

-A burning sensation in the central chest or upper central abdomen.

Rumours had long circulated about the fabled dragon beast who once called the crumbling spires of Tarus City their home, but most believed them to be more than a myth. Until now.

The ancient stone walls seemed to whisper as MC cautiously ventured deeper into the forgotten keep. Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of sunlight filtering through narrow windows high above. She ran a hand along the weathered battlements, imagining the grandeur this place must have held centuries ago, when it was more than just ruins.

With the heart of an explorer and hunter, MC had found herself miles away from her home village to the remote fields of the city. Suddenly, a faint rustling echoed from a cave ahead, sounding like wings, and a man's grunting, causing MC to freeze. Her pulse quickened as she drew her dagger, its worn leather handle fitting comfortably in her grip.

As the eerie sounds grew louder, MC crept closer to the cave entrance, her senses heightened. The air inside carried a pungent scent of sulfur and the metallic tang of blood. With each cautious step, the ground beneath her boots crunched under layers of dust and debris.

Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed before her, blocking out the dim light filtering in from behind. MC's breath caught in her throat as she beheld the fearsome creature emerging from the darkness - a dragon like those she had seen and heard told of only in tales. Its scales glistened like polished obsidian, beside the humanoid face and body, horns growing from his silver hair, reflecting the faint illumination in an otherworldly sheen.

He growled when his crimson eyes met hers, pushing himself on his forearms, the muscles in his arms tensing, that's when MC noticed that he was injured. The smell of blood was coming from him, and his tail, scaled, held a deep gash in it.

Sylus' gaze locked onto MC, piercing and intense. A low rumble emanated from his chest, almost a warning, yet there was something else in those fiery eyes, a flicker of pain, perhaps even desperation. His movements were laboured, each push of his forearms against the earth leaving trails of sweat and dirt marring his otherwise pristine form. "Did you do this?" He demanded, eyes on the dagger MC was holding, "You humans and your weapons. You could never keep up with us..." He seemed too angry to continue what he wished to say and let out a rough growl that nearly shook the cave.

MC stood frozen, her mind racing to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. This magnificent being, clearly a dragon from her books, spoke with a velvety tongue, albeit one laced with venomous disdain. The anger radiating from Sylus was palpable, his words cutting through the thick air like a blade.

She slowly lowered her dagger, keeping it at the ready should hostilities escalate further. "No, I didn't attack you," MC replied calmly, trying to soothe the volatile situation. "I'm not here to hunt." She was a hunter, but she doubted the dragon would like to hear that.

Sylus looked up at her, and with a single blink, his crimson eyes softened, "Will you help me then?"

A glimmer of surprise crossed MC's face at the sudden shift in Sylus' demeanour. She hesitated for a moment, weighing her options carefully. The last thing she expected was to encounter a wounded dragon seeking aid.

"I... Suppose so," MC said finally, taking a tentative step closer. "But first, tell me why you're here, and how did you get hurt?" She kept her voice gentle, sensing the fragility of the sudden truce between them. As she neared, the extent of Sylus's injuries became clearer, the gash on his tail, it didn't appear too big or deep, but he was losing blood, the pallor of his skin, and the laboured rise and fall of his chest. It was clear this mighty creature needed assistance, and fast.

In front of her eyes, the dragon's tail healed, and MC found herself losing her balance, she felt claws at her head, banging her against the cave rocks. "I can stink a liar from a mile away!" He hissed, his tail curling around him, pointing at her temple, going down her cheeks, to her throat.

Panic set in as Sylus' talons dug into MC's skin. His hot breath washed over her, reeking of smoke and making her dizzy. She tried to struggle, but the dragon's hold was unyielding, his grip tightening around her slender neck.

"You tried to deceive me," Sylus growled, his voice a menacing hiss close to her ear. "Humans are all the same – sneaky, manipulative. I knew better than to trust one."

Realization dawned on MC as the pieces fell into place, that she in fact had been the one to hurt him. The flamed arrowhead she'd tested earlier, the one that had flown wildly off target, that is why she probably smelled like it to the beast. It must have struck Sylus, wounding him gravely on his tail. The memory of her carelessness hit her like a punch to the gut.

"No, wait! Please listen," MC pleaded, her voice strained as Sylus' claws constricted around her throat. "It wasn't intentional! I was testing a new weapon and lost control. I never meant to harm you."

Sylus' grip loosened slightly at MC's desperate plea, his burning gaze searching her face for any hint of deception. After a tense moment, he released her completely, allowing her to slump back against the rocky wall, gasping for air as he roared. "SO IT WAS YOU!"

"Why would I believe you now after your deceit? You are a liar-" Sylus growled, his tone still heavy with suspicion. MC, out of fright, shut her eyes, keeping them closed but the dragon's claw never came to cut her into pieces, only a frustrated growl came as she felt her own hand lifted.

An enchanted golden hue hummed softly against their skin, pulsing with an otherworldly energy, joining their wrists together. MC opened her eyes wide, staring at the cuff in shock and dismay.

Bound together. Chained to a dragon. MC couldn't believe herself, through the screaming she had done with Sylus, he had taken off, carrying her with him, through the skies. Fear surged through her as Sylus flew like MC was an annoying bug he was trying to get off him.

The wind whipped past MC's face, stinging her eyes and tugging at her hair as they soared through the clouds. She clung desperately to Sylus' scaly side, her knuckles white where they gripped him frantically. The world below dwindled to a patchwork of greens and browns, growing smaller with each passing second.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" She shouted over the roar of the wind, her voice barely audible. But her words fell on deaf ears as Sylus continued his relentless flight, the enchanted cuff binding them tighter with every passing second.

Sylus said nothing, he just began to dip, as if he were testing the grip of what bound them together, while MC couldn't help but pray that the link between them didn't disappear as fast as it had appeared

Sylus' descent was steep and swift, sending MC's stomach plummeting into her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it never came. Instead, the dragon levelled out, hovering mere feet above the dense canopy of a lush forest. Towering trees stretched towards the sky, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze created by their passage.

With a powerful beat of his wings, Sylus landed gracefully among the branches, the impact jolting MC hard against his side. For a moment, they hung suspended, swaying slightly in the treetop embrace before the dragon shifted, settling them both onto a sturdy branch.

MC opened her eyes, blinking away the lingering spots of light, and took in their surroundings. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. "You!" She rasped out, even though the word held no bite, "How could-" She spoke through heavy breaths, "How-" Sylus watched in amusement, crossing his arms over his chest, forcing her closer through their link, as MC simply reached for her dagger, her legs quivering from the flight. "YOU!"

Sylus chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the magical bond connecting them. He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, his warm breath washing over her skin. "You think a little thing like a dagger will protect you from me now?" He taunted, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

MC's heart raced, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the hilt of her weapon. But before she could draw it, Sylus' hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist in a vice-like grip. With a deft twist, he pried the dagger free and tossed it aside, the blade clattering uselessly to the forest floor far below.

MC's eyes widened in horror as she watched her dagger fall, the weight of its loss sinking in. She struggled against Sylus' iron grasp, but it was futile. His strength was immense, and the magical cuff ensured she couldn't break free.

"Let me go!" She demanded, her voice rising in desperation. "This isn't over!"

Sylus merely smirked, his expression unrepentant. "Oh, but it is," he said, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "You're mine now, human. All tied to me." He pulled at their bond to punctuate his words, "What's going to happen now? Perhaps I'll keep you like my treasure." He taunted.

With those ominous words, he pulled MC flush against his chest, the heat of his scales seeping through the thin fabric of her clothing. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a reminder of the power that now controlled her fate.

"Is this what keeps you alive?" MC pulled another dagger from her bodice, pressing it against the red gem that made the center of his chest.

MC's eyes locked onto the crimson gem, her finger poised to plunge the dagger home. But Sylus' counter move caught her off guard, his claw finding her heart over her chest with uncanny precision. The hot scales of his claw met the warmth of her skin, a feeling that sent shivers down her spine.

Sylus almost seemed impressed with her. "Is this what keeps you alive?" He asked in return. His claw then rested over her chest, right over where her heart was. their bound wrists meeting in the middle.

The implication hung heavy in the air, leaving MC feeling vulnerable and exposed. She could hardly breathe, her lungs constricting under the pressure of his gaze and the physical restraint, yet she refused to back her dagger down. The dragon's presence seemed to fill the entire clearing, dwarfing everything else until it was just the two of them, bound by magic and circumstance.

Slowly, deliberately, Sylus tilted his head, bringing his face closer to hers, horns brushing her head. "I could devour you and there will be nothing left of you. But if you kill me, you'll have to carry the deadweight along. And who knows how long it takes for a human to starve to death, dangling from a tree?"

MC felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew he was toying with her, enjoying the power dynamic that favoured him. Sylus' words dripped with cruel amusement, his fiery gaze boring into MC's very soul. He could see the fear and uncertainty swirling in her eyes, the way her body trembled beneath his touch. It was intoxicating, knowing he held such control over her.

"You're playing a dangerous game, treasure," He warned, his claw applying gentle pressure to her chest, a silent threat, the nickname a taunt. "But I suppose I can appreciate the spirit."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Tell you what, treasure. I'll make you a deal. Keep that dagger sheathed, and I might just let you live... For a while longer, anyway." As they stood close, something like heartburn spread through his chest.

MC's heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that echoed the turmoil within her. She swallowed hard, her mind racing to process the gravity of the situation. She was at the mercy of this dragon, forced to be with him till she could be free. The best she could do was find a way to stay alive.

"I understand" She managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of surprise crossed Sylus' face at MC's acquiescence, but it was quickly replaced by a smug grin. "Good girl." He purred, his claw slowly retracting from her chest.

It had been days, nearly a week that MC was bound with the dragon, Sylus, in that time, they had learned each other's names, and that was enough for the two despite being linked to each other.

These days had passed since that fateful day when Sylus and MC had been chained to each other's sides. In that time, they had grown accustomed to each other's presence, learning to navigate the complexities of their unlikely bond.

At first, the silence between them had been oppressive, the only sound was the rush of wind and the occasional snort from the dragon, the random mentioning of his treasury, how he had collected the best things from the entire continent. Growls and groans from them when they had tried to share a bed for the first time, But gradually, they had begun to speak, exchanging small talk about their lives before the cuff had brought them together.

They had decided to stay at his cave, since MC couldn't possibly return home with a dragon as her hip, and had convinced Sylus to take her out into the fields once a day so she wouldn't feel cooped up. Sylus had stopped hissing at MC for ruining his first few hunts while they were trying to work around being bound, they had gone hungry those nights, and MC still was yet to hear the end of it.

MC found herself growing more comfortable in Sylus' presence. Gone were the initial jitters and fearful thoughts. Now, she could sit beside him in silence without feeling an overwhelming sense of dread.

Their conversations, though infrequent, had become more natural. They would discuss the weather, the taste of the food they hunted, or the peculiarities of the landscapes they traversed. Occasionally, MC would regale Sylus with tales from her homeland, and he would listen intently, his crimson eyes glinting with curiosity.

Despite their growing rapport, sleep remained a challenge for both MC and Sylus, all because of their different sleep schedules, while MC slept at night, Sylus chose to rest in the morning. The physical proximity required by the enchanted cuff meant they often found themselves tangled together during their sleep, their bodies reacting instinctively to each other's warmth and scent.

MC would wake up to find herself shoved down the bed, Sylus' grumbling sound telling her that she had been draped across his chest, but whenever her face nestled in the crook of his neck, his scales provided a soothing counterpoint to her soft skin. The dragon, too, would occasionally stir in his sleep, his claws gently kneading her stomach as he settled into a deeper slumber, horns digging into her cheek, but MC wasn't quite able to shove the giant dragon off her, so she would retalisate with a stab at his back, and watch fascinated and annoyed as he healed, not carrying enough to wake up.

These entanglements often led to brief, restless skirmishes as they adjusted to each other's presence. Grunts and muffled curses would punctuate the caves those times, followed by periods of tense quiet as they regained their composure.

MC discovered that beneath Sylus' gruff exterior lay a dry sense of humour and keen intelligence. He regaled her with tales of his kind, of ancient battles fought and won, of hidden treasures and forgotten lore. In turn, she shared stories of her own world, of the village she hailed from and the adventures she had wanted to embark upon.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the landscape, Sylus settled down on a rocky outcropping. MC sat beside him, her legs tucked under her as she gazed out at the vast expanse of wilderness stretching before them.

"So, tell me more about these ancient battles you have fought," MC prompted, her curiosity piqued by the tales Sylus had shared earlier. "What drove you to clash with the others?"

Sylus chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest and into MC's arm, which rested against him. "Ah, the eternal conflicts of our kind. Mostly, it was a struggle for dominance, for the right to rule over the skies and land alike, command the respect of all lesser creatures."

Sylus' eyes gleamed with a mix of nostalgia and pride as he spoke of his people's history. "We dragons were fiercely independent, but we also crave recognition and admiration. In the old days, a dragon's strength and cunning were the ultimate measures of worth."

He paused, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "Of course, there were also disputes over territory, resources, and the... Romantic... Affections of certain folk." A scowl played on his lips at the mention of the latter. "Not that I am ever driven by such... Human... Emotions of love, or fear, or any really."

MC couldn't help but chuckle at Sylus' haughty declaration. "Oh really? Then why did you seem so bothered when I accidentally ruined your hunt a few weeks ago?" She cocked her head, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I mean, I've seen you sulk like a child denied a treat ever since. It was just a rabbit. That's an emotion, sulking, being angry and all. Disappointed."

"That was merely a minor setback," He growled, his voice taking on a defensive tone. "It is not my fault that your clumsy interference disrupted my well-planned strategy."

Despite his protests, a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, betraying his true feelings. "Besides, I suppose even a mighty dragon such as myself can appreciate a bit of... Company... On occasion." His gaze drifted to MC, and for a fleeting instant, something almost akin to affection flickered in his eyes before he looked away, clearing his throat. "However annoying as it may be."

Intrigued by the intricate markings on Sylus' palm, MC reached out tentatively, her fingers hovering just above his scaled skin. The dragon's crimson eyes narrowed slightly, but he made no move to stop her exploration. "May I?"

Sylus raised his brow, "What are you going to do? Read my hand like I'm some human?"

MC nodded, "Yes. I used to read my friends'. I could do it for you too."

With a slight smirk, Sylus extended his hand further, allowing MC to examine the intricate patterns etched into his palm. "Very well, little human. Go ahead and try to decipher the secrets of a dragon's destiny if you wish."

As MC's fingers brushed against his scales, Sylus felt a strange tingling sensation, as if the simple contact had awakened dormant nerve endings, giving him heartburn again, making him clear his throat hoping that would soothe the ache. He watched her closely, intrigued by her curiosity and the delicate way she explored his hand.

"What do you see?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Do the lines foretell great triumphs for me?"

"Well, this one," She traced a line on the inside of his claw, "Represents how old you will grow. This one, when you will find love." Sylus snorted at that but didn't interrupt much, then MC traced a different line, "And this shows your wealth and fortune." She looked up at him, "You already have that stolen, right?" She hummed, Sylus had wanted to throw her in his treasury, on the piles of gold, diamonds and rare gems, but that made it quite impossible without him staying there too, given their linkage.

When MC stroked a scar, Sylus spoke up, "Those are not lines, treasure." His tone teased, "That's a scar from a battle won."

"Oh," MC then hummed, "Well, then this one means you are powerful."

Sylus shook his head, "Now you are just making things up."

"So, this one doesn't mean you're beautiful?" She traced another scale, the bold statement out before she could stop herself.

Sylus let out a deep, rumbling laugh, clearly amused by MC's playful attempts to interpret his palm markings. "No, little human, that particular scale simply indicates the location of a particularly stubborn patch of scale on my claw."

His teasing words were laced with warmth, and MC could sense a genuine fondness beneath his gruff exterior. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Well, I think you're beautiful regardless," She said softly, her fingers lingering on his scales.

Sylus' laughter subsided, replaced by a contemplative silence. His chest was targeted with pains again. He looked away from MC, hating the twist in his chest.

Flying with Sylus was different now. He carried MC in his arms, soaring through the skies. For the first time, MC let herself see down the fields and not be scared of the height. She knew Sylus wouldn't drop her, not that he could with their link still intact.

As they flew, Sylus marvelled at the change in MC. Her initial terror had given way to wonder and exhilaration, her face alight with joy as she took in the breathtaking views unfolding below them. The trust she placed in him, despite everything, stirred something deep within the dragon's ancient heart. She trusted him, the thought left his chest tightened.

He tightened his grip slightly, pulling her closer against his chest as a particularly strong gust buffeted them. "Hold tight, treasure," he rumbled, his breath ruffling her hair. "The winds can be unpredictable at this altitude."

MC nodded, pressing herself more firmly into Sylus' embrace. She could feel the powerful play of muscles beneath his scales as he navigated the currents, each beat of his massive wings carrying them higher, faster. The sensation was exhilarating, almost addictive.

The wind made her ears close up, the feeling instead of scaring her made her laugh. Sylus heard the delightful sound of MC's laughter carried on the wind, mingling with the rush of air past their faces. It warmed his heart like no battle glory or hoarded treasure ever could. He felt a strange urge to protect this fragile, beautiful creature at all costs, to ensure her happiness above all else.

All of a sudden, their moment was broken by MC slipping out of Sylus' grasp, their link broken as MC began to freefall from the sky, her laughter cut off abruptly by a startled scream. Time seemed to slow as Sylus watched, horror-stricken, his precious cargo plummeting towards the unforgiving earth below. The broken link left him confused, too taken aback to intervene, chest burning as he felt his massive wings would be unable to reach her in time.

With a roar of anguish, Sylus dove after MC, his claws extended in a desperate bid to catch her. But the gap between them only widened, the wind tearing at his scales as he hurtled downwards. The landscape rushed up to meet them, a blur of green and brown.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Sylus managed to snag MC's arm with his talons, barely slowing her fall. He pulled up back into the sky, holding MC close to him as he regained his equilibrium. Once airborne again, Sylus gazed down at MC with a mixture of relief and concern etched across his features. She clung to him tightly, eyes wide with shock.

"Are you alright, treasure?" He asked, his voice low and soothing, tail coiled around her waist to hold her close to him. "Did you suffer any injuries during the fall?" Cupping her cheeks, he looked for any injuries.

MC breathed heavily, gripping his biceps hard, she was shaking slightly. She looked up at him, and a smile formed on her lips, "You like me-" She chuckled, her voice almost singing the words, laughter bubbling in her throat.

"I..." Sylus scoffed, his eyes locked onto hers, a tumult of emotions swirling within the depths of his irises. There was fear, worry, relief, but also something deeper, something he hadn't expected to feel for a human. A certain warmth spread through his chest, radiating outward, making his scales tingle. "I do... Not."

"Yes. I do not. I could drop you now on purpose and will not care." His tail softened around her waist, as if he would drop her, but at the same time, his arms tightened around her.

"I think you're lying," MC teased, poking Sylus' chest lightly. "Besides, if you really wanted to drop me, you would have done so already. If you wanted me gone you wouldn't have tried to hard to catch me."

She leaned back, looking up at him. Her eyes were bright, sparkling with mischief. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your secret affection for me, Sylus." Her tone was playful, yet there was an undertone of genuine concern.

Sylus' eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his throat at MC's teasing words, at his name on her lips. "You presume much, little human," He rumbled, his voice a mix of warning and reluctant amusement. "My actions are my own, not some declaration of affection." With that, he set MC down in the fields.

Sylus and MC exchanged a glance, both reaching out to touch the empty space where their link once resided, wrists free. The realization hit them simultaneously. Their unique connection had vanished without a trace.

After a few moments of silence, MC spoke up, "Are... Are we free now?" The words weren't as certain as she wanted them to be. A few days ago, she would've been thankful that the golden link between them was broken, but now, she wasn't so sure anymore

She glanced up at Sylus, her expression uncertain, searching for reassurance. "What happens now? Will we part ways and never see each other again?"

Sylus' gaze lingered on her, a complex mix of emotions playing across his features. Regret, perhaps, but also a hint of relief. He had grown accustomed to having her by his side, even if their circumstances were full of distant before.

"We will find our paths," He said finally, his voice measured. "You will return to your people, and I will resume my duties here." The words sounded final, but the way he avoided meeting her eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty.

"I have to go back." MC nodded slowly, accepting his statement even as doubts niggled at the edges of her mind. "But, I don't have to leave today itself..." She shrugged, a gentle smile forming on her lips.

Sylus' eyes widened slightly at her words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he schooled his expression into a neutral mask. "Is that so?" He rumbled, his tone cautious. "And what, pray tell, is keeping you here?"

MC's smile grew wider, a mischievous glint entering her eye. "Oh, just the prospect of spending more time with a certain dragon who claims not to care for me," She replied, her voice light and teasing. She reached out to brush a scale of Sylus' cheek, her fingers lingering on his warm skin. Sylus' nostrils flared, his breath catching in his throat at the intimate touch.

MC curiously moved where she sat all of a sudden, "Are… Are those dandelions?" She spoke, eyes trailing on a few little flowers.

Sylus' gaze followed MC's pointing finger, and indeed, amidst the rugged terrain, a few lone dandelions stood tall, their delicate small petals swaying gently in the breeze. "How... Unusual," He murmured, tilting his head in contemplation. "Flora is scarce here, especially something as benign as a weed."

Intrigued, Sylus shifted his body, and reached out a clawed hand towards the dandelions. With surprising gentleness, he plucked one of the flowers, bringing it closer to examine. The fine golden hairs on its stem caught the fading sunlight, casting a warm glow.

Now that he held the flower, he was unsure of what to do with it, "Would you like to hold it, human?" He said before he could stop himself.

MC was surprised by Sylus' offer, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. For a moment, she simply stared at the dragon, her mind racing to process this gesture. Slowly, hesitantly, she extended her hand, allowing Sylus to place the delicate dandelion in her palm. "Thank you, Sylus."

As soon as her fingers closed around the stem, a gentle puff of wind carried a few loose seeds drifting lazily through the air. MC watched, transfixed, as they danced and twirled, eventually settling on her shoulder and hair. A soft, wistful sigh escaped her lips.

"You know, back home, dandelions symbolize wishes and hope," She murmured, her gaze lingering on the tiny white tufts clinging to her dark locks. "People make a wish when they blow on the seeds, believing they'll carry their dreams far away."

Sylus found himself smiling, "Well, do you want to make a wish?" He rested against a nearby boulder, paying her his full attention.

A tender, nostalgic look crossed MC's face as she recalled the carefree childhood of her village. "I used to love doing that," She reminisced, her voice tinged with a bittersweet fondness. "Making wishes on dandelions, chasing fireflies at dusk, playing hide-and-behind among the wildflowers and bushes..."

Her thoughts drifted further, to the simple joys she'd left behind in pursuit of adventure and freedom. A faint melancholy coloured her expression, but it was quickly replaced by a determined spark in her eyes. She closed her eyes, making her wish she blew on the flower.

"That sounds lovely, treasure." He murmured, taking a seat right beside her, making her smile. The term wasn't fully mocking anymore, like he owned her, but it almost sounded like... Endearment

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the rolling hills, Sylus and MC sat together in comfortable silence. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that had surrounded them mere moments before.

MC closed her eyes, savouring the peaceful moment. The weight of her responsibilities, the constant need to prove herself, seemed to melt away in the presence of nature's serenity. When she opened her eyes again, she found Sylus watching her intently, his expression unreadable in the fading light. "Youuu like me-" She rested her head against his shoulder.

"Whatever makes you believe that, treasure." He shook his head, his long tail swishing the air and thumping gently against MC's back like a pendulum. Despite his nonchalant tone, Sylus couldn't help but relax further into the grassy terrain, his body language betraying a sense of contentment. He wrapped his tail more snugly around MC, providing a comforting warmth that seemed to seep into her very bones.

The steady beat of his tail against her set MC to sleep, with a sigh, she curled around her lap. Sylus tensed at the way she rested on his lap, the sight of her like that made his heart too heavy, feel too much. His chest started burning again. Heartburn. He felt it again.

Something like fear chilled through Sylus' bones at the thought of never feeling this full again, at his heart, never feeling like his heart was about to stop like this. MC would leave, probably never return, how would he be man enough to deserve her? Could he ever be more than a monster feared, hated and hunted by the rest of the villages? He wasn't really sure. But she had called him beautiful. And that was good enough for him.

Wetness brimmed his eyes, he gasped, trying to stay quiet so he wouldn't disturb her, the heartburn was making him feel, fear, it was fear, so much fear.

Tears pricked at the corners of Sylus' eyes, threatening to spill over. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear the moisture, but it only seemed to intensify the sensation. The lump in his throat grew, making it difficult to draw breath.

MC stirred slightly in her sleep, nuzzling closer to Sylus' lap. Even in her sleep, she sought comfort in his presence, unaware of the turmoil brewing within him. Her trust in him, her acceptance despite everything, it was a weight he didn't know how to bear.

With a shuddering exhale, Sylus surrendered to the overwhelming emotions, letting the tears flow freely down his scaled cheeks, the liquid evaporating with how his cheeks were burning. He held MC tighter with his tail, wrapping a wing around her, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go, even for a moment.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he felt his chest impossibly tightened. Heartburn, he would call it. Until he wasn't so scared to call it love.

Love. The word echoed in Sylus' mind, resonating deeply within his chest. It was foreign, yet familiar, terrifying, yet exhilarating. He had never allowed himself to consider such feelings, not after what he had become. But here, at this moment, with MC safe in his embrace, he couldn't deny it any longer.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the storm of emotions to subside, but they only intensified, swirling within him like a maelstrom. Fear, longing, hope - all tangled together in a mess of uncertainty.

Sylus' sobs were silent, save for the occasional hitch in his breathing. He buried his face in the crook of MC's neck, his hot tears soaking into her hair as he struggled to contain the depth of his emotions.

His tail, usually so strong and confident, now trembled with vulnerability. It wrapped protectively around MC, as if to shield her from the intensity of his feelings. Each ragged breath he took seemed to shake his entire being, his body quivering with the force of his pent-up longing.

For a long while, he simply held her, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by the tidal wave of sentimentality. It was a release he had denied himself for far too long, a catharsis born from the profound connection he shared with the girl in his arms.

Heartburn. Yes, he would call it heartburn for now.

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billy desperately trying to babytrap his girl after she tries to break up w him🤭

This is so good.

✧ - baby trapping, subconscious manipulation, verbal abuse, violent!billy, billy is overprotective, obsessive, and possessive, implied stalker! billy, mentions of billy beating up jason tommy h & some other guy, controlling behavior, toxic relationship, gaslighting, guiltriping, unprotected sex( piv), breeding, cockwarming, mentions of tampering with birth control but it doesn't actually happen, hint of fluff at the end,

Billy's infatuation with you starts the very first day he looks at you, a beautiful, shy, charismatic girl who he could bend at will. He knew he would have you, it wasn't even a matter of how but when.

He was good at orchestrating everything, from the very first time you talk, the heated kisses, and first time hooking up. Billy wasn't your first, but you sure as hell felt like a virgin the first time you took him. He made you feel good, loved, he was sweet, caring, and charming. Just two months in, everything had changed. From the very beginning he knew you were different than other girls he had been with, he never had a girlfriend, and it hit him like a shock. He started acknowledging how much depth his love went, at first it was just him messing around with another girl, but he had gone way off track.

It was hard not to, you had been the only girl to care for him, rather than his dick. You were different. You treated him different than any other person.

It wasn't all on him anyway, you weren't stupid, you knew what Billy's intentions were from the beginning, he'd never once talked to you, but it began to get hard to let go when he kept you around, not shoving you through his window after hooking up, not pretending like you didn't exist when he walked by you at school, offering rides after he proposed in exchange for him to be lenient on Max being late, or even how he had stopped going after other girls.

Everything was so sweet, until he let the intrusive thoughts in.

He started asking who the people you talked to were, walking you to classes you didn't have together during passing period, insisted on driving you to work after school, picking you up and dropping you off home.

Eventually his obsession turned violent, going after Jason Carver after finding you two together during a pep rally, a big misunderstanding that could have been avoided had he just asked what you were bringing to him.

Billy had become somewhat self aware of what he was doing, quickly becoming insecure, and hateful. But he couldn't help it, because he genuinely loved and cared for you, he wanted you all to himself, this sweet girl who let him in. He was good at guilt guiltriping you with that, telling you how much he loved you.

It made you feel restless, having to make sure you weren't talking to specific people he didn't like, making sure not to stare too long at some other guy, spending all your free time with him, letting him know that there was a test you had to make up before going to work. You felt like your life was being controlled, and inviting him over while no one was home was your biggest mistake.

Spring break had just started, it was a Saturday evening when Billy had received the call. Of course he'd pull up to his girlfriends house in under 10 minutes, especially when she gave the "It's important and serious.".

Billy was rapidly knocking on the door, yelling your name, and when you open to let him in, he can tell that something really is wrong.

You're spouting nonsense to him, being so annoying, talking about how he doesn't love you, and that he's obsessed with you. Part of which was really wrong, because Billy did love you. He just had this horrible way of showing it.

It doesn't take long for you to get him angry, he begins yelling back. Saying that Carver, Tommy H, and Smith deserved getting their asses flipped. To which you yell that he shouldn't go about fixing things with violence.

"I just can't do this."

And he snaps, eyes blurring, warm droplets falling to his neck, when he blinks he realizes that he's crying. And it has you shocked.

"What?" His voice is small and broken, it almost has you wanting to take back what you've said. But it's hard to do so, because he's scared you already.

"No, please no." He cries as he reached out to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body, another act that shocks you, he's never been one to initiate affection. He's almost cradling you, "Can't lose you, please don't."

You're not sure if it's an act, one to lure you in, but you take the bait anyway. Because while the ideas of what he's capable of to the extent of his love terrify you, you also remember that you do love him too. That he's never once laid a hand, or ever been physically abusive to you.

"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean it. It's just, you scare me sometimes!"

Anguish breaks into his body, when the realizations kick in. It's a thought that's etched into his mind, the fact that you've thought about leaving him. The fact that you even said it.

"I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you please.. I promise I'll take care of you." His tone sends shivers down your spine, it's the one he always uses, it messes with you subconsciously and you never picked up on it.

You nod your head rapidly, breathing in deeply when Billy's teeth gently sink into the flesh on the side of your neck. Your panting reels him in further, letting him take full control of your body.

You don't even know how you ended up on your back, in your room, and on your bed, both you and Billy fully nude. Both your bodies decorated with bites and love marks. You're crying into the air as Billy's cock is shoved into your aching tight hole. You can feel every inch of him, to the point where you swear you feel his tip hit up snuggly against your cervix, and Billy swears he feels it too, because he begins a brutal pace. Mouth stealing a heated kiss from you. Between the messy kiss, your stuttering moan fills his ears.

"Fuuuuckkk, Billyyy! M'gonna cum!" You whimper, arms and legs wrapping around his body, pulling him to you, almost inviting him further inside you. He's reaching the deepest he can, he's never been or even felt so feral during sex. Both his hands were clenching harshly onto the pillow your head was rested on, he's using it as stability to continue thrusting so hard and fast, he feels like he's also about to cum.

"Yeah? Then cum, need to feel you all over me." The thought alone is enough to send you spiraling, a gush of liquid seeps out, drenching and covering his abdomen and cock in your cum. A long moan rips through you, your walls clamp so tightly around Billy that it only takes a couple more thrusts before his cock plunges into the deepest part of you.

"Fuuck! Babe'm gonna cum, cunt is all mine, gonna breed you so they know you're mine. You want that, don't you?" He groans into your ear, burying his face into your neck, your response is nonverbal, it's just you frantically nodding your head up and down before you decide to speak up.

"Yes! Please, Billy, want you to make me yours!" You babble, then it happens cum begins filling up your insides until you feel full. Billy's weight drops on you then, cum still spurting a few more times before he is absolutely spent.

You can feel him soften inside you, little bits of cum threatening to spill out. The feeling has you whimpering, it's then that Billy remembers he's still inside you. When he goes to lift himself up, a whine is heard from you.

"Billy.. no, don't go.. please. Wanna stay with you like this." You beg, your tired eyes droopy, your arms still holding him tightly.

"Not going anywhere baby. Love you so much." He slurs, high of sex, leaving kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, Billy.. so much.."

He had you right where he wanted you.

Those condoms he planned to poke holes into weren't really necessary after all.

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quit acting like a puppy • part one

BILLY HARGROVE x F!READER

masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, dirty talk, rough sex, spitting, oral (m & f receiving), slapping, name calling, p in v, unprotected, friends with benefits, enemies (?) to lovers, pining

summary: you hook up with Billy and it’s great but you’re not looking for anything serious. but he can’t get enough of you.

Your fingertips move over his abs, drunken eyes focused on the way they flex and as they glance up, you catch a wicked smirk and darkened blue eyes staring back at you.

“C’mon, babe,” he purrs, “go ahead and get your fill before I keep them hands busy.”

In your intoxicated state, his words work but if you were just a smidge more sober, you’d cringe at them. You feel down his hip bones, down where his muscles point down to the thing in his pants he was bragging about back at the bar, the reason you’re even at his apartment in the first place. Sure the rest of him is gorgeous, but he talked a big game about his uh, endowment.

You drop to your knees, rolling your eyes at his comment before licking at the skin right above the waistband of his jeans. He loses a bit of composure from it and the way you scratch manicured nails down the sides of him. Makes a pretty sound that inflates your ego and has you sucking bruises against his golden skin. He shaved recently, the hairs barely there and you think it makes him more sensitive. Billy cards his fingers through your hair, tugs at the roots and chuckles out a breathy, “Guess your tongue works, too.”

“Oh, my tongue works. You’ll see,” you tell him confidently, licking a broad stroke up his abs as you unbutton his Levi’s and tug them down around his ankles.

You move down to mouth his hard on over his briefs and Billy groans. You glance up to catch his head tilting back with pleasure and you’ve barely even started, it makes you smirk against him. Focusing on the head, your hand moves to cup his balls and you’re quick at work making the fabric of his briefs soaked where his tip is. Sucking and licking. When you squeeze Billy’s balls, he lets out a louder noise and his hips jerk forward as he pulls on your hair. You can taste the saltiness of his precum seeping through the material and you hum happily against him. Billy attempts to shove your face against his crotch harder but you push on his thighs, pulling away from him.

“Sit,” you tell him, nodding to his bed, “Take them off.”

As Billy steps back, he pushes his briefs down to his ankles and kicks them off along with his jeans. Sits on the bed, palms on the sheets and spreads his legs for you. It’s easy to scoot between his feet, smoothing your hands up his thighs and scratching down them as you admire his cock and balls. He’s thick, mushroom tip shaped perfectly and it’s pink, leaking out the slit and dripping down the shaft. His balls are heavy but tight, sit pretty on the sheets and you think you’ll start with them. A quick glance up to make sure his eyes are on you before you lean down and graze your lips against his sack, feeling the weight of his cock against your face.

“Christ,” he breathes out, watching you intently, “you’re a fucking nymph, aren’t ya?”

You reply by licking at his balls, looking up at him with wide eyes. Nose nudging his shaft with your motions. The dude has stars in his eyes. You’ve had plenty of experience in this department but you’re determined to impress him because he might be the hottest one on the roster. You take the time to admire him, sculpted muscles corded in his arms and chest that lead up to a strong neck and jaw, surrounded by an overgrown curly blonde mullet. He’s got stubble but it’s thicker above his soft, pink tinted lips. Sharp cupids bow to match his angular cheekbones. Soft and adorable button nose that leads up to strong brows. Matched with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and some seriously luscious and curly dark eyelashes. The guys a natural blonde, as his pubes prove but his brows and lashes are dark. Like God was looking out for him.

“You’re fucking hot,” you admit as you pull away from his balls and Billy scoffs, all condescending but it’s cut short when you grab hold of his cock, tight at the base of him as you blink up at him. “But you know that. I don’t need to tell you.”

“You can tell me,” he gasps, abs flexing from the pleasure shooting up his body. “I like hearing it from a pretty girl like you.”

You pout, tilting your head as you raise up on your knees. “Just pretty?” You gather all the spit in your mouth you can and let it fall from your lips onto his tip, watching as it drips down the edge of his tip, the side of his shaft and to your fist wrapped around him.

“Hot, fucking— so hot,” he gasps, eyebrows furrowing, “Sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”

You giggle, “That’s more like it!” You stick your tongue out and slap the head of his cock against it, keep your eyes locked on his as you lick the most sensitive bit like an ice cream cone. He looks submissive in this moment but everything leading up to this tells you that’s out of place for him. He’s the one in control during moments like this. But you can’t have that. His lips are parted as he stares down at you, eyes all glassy. He doesn’t whine but he breathes heavy, squeezes the sheets in his fists as his muscles tighten. He’s trying not to thrust up at your face. Like a good boy. And you haven’t even told him.

Wrapping your lips around the tip, you sink down slowly. As slow as you can, taking breaks to circle him with your tongue and you haven’t moved your fingers yet, they’re still firmly holding on to the base of him. As you watch him, his eyes roll back before his lids flutter shut. There’s a goal here. Make this beautiful man fall apart. You think you have a talent. Once you get him as deep as you can, nose hitting the curly blonde hair, you exhale out of your nose and focus on not gagging. He’s deep though, poking the back of your throat and it’s not exactly comfortable but the sound Billy illicites makes it all worth it. Voice wrecked with the loud moan that pours from him. His thighs tense under your palm. You pull up, but not off entirely, stopping when just the tip is in and you suck, hard. Sinking back down and repeating the motion a couple of times. Billy’s large hands fly into your hair, determined to set the pace but you have other plans. If he doesn’t push your head down, you suck him harder and start stroking whatever isn’t in your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He spits out, “Wait— Jesus, slow down.” His voice is breathy and spent, “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

You pull off with a loud pop, string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock, “Isn’t that the point of this?”

“Gotta feel your pussy before I cum,” he chokes out. “But, holy fuck, you’re good at that.”

“Thanks,” you grin, like he complimented you on a softball pitch and not your dick sucking.

You stand then, still between his feet as you begin to pull your dress up and over your head. Billy’s eyes scan your body and he still has this like, starstruck look on his face. It’s flattering, sure but you’re in your head. The guy is way too attractive to look at you like that. Even if you almost made him cum in record time with your mouth.

He sits up and gets his hands on your hips, pulls you closer and gets his mouth on your tits. Licks at the hardened buds, sucks one and moves his hand to squeeze the other breast. It feels good, his mouth is warm and determined and you grab onto his shoulders. Let him mouth at you for a bit, moaning as you look down to watch him.

“That feels really good,” you tell him, voice heightened with arousal.

“Yeah?” He asks around your nipple, moving his hand down to cup your heat over your thong. Rubs against your cunt with firm and rough fingers. Makes you gasp and lean your hips forward into the touch.

“Yeah,” you whine.

Billy smirks, “Sucking my cock made you so wet. Can feel how soaked you are.”

Damnit. The cocky bastard is back but it feels too good to stop him. Your hands lace through his curls, mouth agape as you look down at him. Watch as he licks and sucks on your chest while his fingers easily find your clit and rub circles against the bundle of nerves over the sticky material of your lace underwear. Billy has thick fingers. You wanna feel them without the underwear.

“Take them off, wanna feel you,” you whisper.

He pulls back with a smile, pushes you a step back and leans down. Bites on the strap of your underwear and drags it down with his teeth. It’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. He uses his hands to help get them the rest of the way off and then slides them up to grab handfuls of your ass, squeezing the flesh and biting the skin of your hipbone. You whimper, staring down at him with desire. He spanks you, rough and abrupt.

“Need you to sit on my face, pretty girl,” he tells you, licks against your hipbone before spanking you one time and then lays back, pulling you with him. You grab hold of his jaw once you’re straddling him, feeling his shaft against your folds and you crash your lips into his. Billy kisses filthy. All sloppy. Tongue invading your mouth, dragging against your teeth, tongue and roof of your mouth. His hands easily find your ass again, kneading at the fat as he rolls his hips up. His cock catches against your clit and you moan into his mouth.

“I meant it,” he mumbles against your lips, “Gotta taste you. C’mon, sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

You don’t hesitate, kissing him one more time before moving up. Once your pussy is hovering his mouth, he grabs the tops of your thighs and pulls you down on him. Wet, hot mouth meeting your cunt. He moans into it and then licks through your folds. Prods his tongue at your hole and moves it back up. You gasp, hands flat on the mattress to keep yourself upright. His tongue meets your clit, flat and broad and your hips roll on their volition. And before you know it, you’re riding Billy’s face. Setting the pace, grinding down on his tongue as you focus on finding your climax. Using his mouth completely. His stubble causes some friction but you like it, humping against Billy’s face as you’re totally lost in chasing your orgasm. It’s almost pathetic how quickly you’re cumming.

Coating his face in your juices as you cry out, body jerking as the orgasm crashes through you.

“Fuuuuck!”

Billy doesn’t let up, continues lapping at your sensitive cunt as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. Moans with you as you climax. Gives you a minute before he’s rolling over, pushing you on your back and slapping your pussy. Looks at you with these frenzied eyes and easily slips two fingers inside of your cunt. You cry out, overstimulated but ready to go again as he pumps his fingers in and out of your soaking hole. Your back arches, vision blurry as your eyes prick from tears. It’s almost too much, almost.

“Such a good girl,” he coos from above you, lips and chin shiny from your juices. Looks even prettier like that.

“Fuck,” you curse, eyes crossing slightly as he fucks you deep and hard with his thick digits. Then he grabs your jaw with his free hand, forcing your mouth open as he looms over you. Has this wicked, borderline unhinged look which shouldn’t turn you on like it does. And then the fucker spits in your mouth before licking against your tongue and kissing you as filthy as humanly possible. Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut as you let him have control. Taking the brutal thrusts of his fingers and the intrusion of his tongue that tastes like your pussy,

Is Billy the first man to make you cum before he does? Yeah, but you’re not keen on focusing on that right now because the way it fills your stomach with butterflies is making you a bit sick.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he babbles out as he curls his fingers up, “Look like a fucking dream, taking my fingers like a good little slut.”

Motherfuckers unlocked a kink and you’re too far gone to hide it. Crying out and bucking your hips up at him, whimpering pathetically as you nod.

“Oh,” he smirks, voice dark, “You like being called a slut, don’t you? S’that get you going? ‘Cause you know it’s true. Know that you’re a dirty fucking slut, don’t ya?”

“Yes,” you pant, legs shaking as he drills his fingers in and out of your obscenely dripping cunt.

“Say it,” he growls, face so close to yours. “Tell me you’re a dirty slut.”

“I’m a dirty slut,” you gasp, “Fuck me like the fucking whore I am, Billy.”

He bites his lip as he smirks, gripping your face before spitting on it. Barely any of it lands in your mouth and he smooths his hand over your face, smearing your makeup with it before he slaps you. “Want me to show you what a desperate, dirty whore you are?”

“Please,” you beg, “Please, pretty please!”

He pulls his fingers from you abruptly, you feel empty so you whimper and wiggle your hips. He smacks hard against your pussy, then spits down on it and grips his cock, spreads the saliva as he drags his tip through your folds. Slaps the tip against your clit, making your body jerk as your back arches and you squeal.

“Think such a desperate slut deserves my cock?” he pouts, shaking the head of his cock against your clit which sends the most incredible shockwaves through your body.

“Yes, yes,” you pant, “I need it. I’m such a slut, I need it, need your cock.”

He laughs, a soft exhale that’s cruel but he’s looking down at you fondly. Even strokes your cheekbone with his thumb, drags it down to the corner of your lips and you move to lick his fingertip. Suck it into your mouth and look at him desperately. He groans softly, the tip of his cock slipping down to rub circles against your entrance. You hum needy around his thumb, hands moving up to grab hold of his wrist as you wiggle your hips, trying to maneuver his cock inside you.

“You’re—- you’re something else, babygirl,” he says and his voice is deep and so sexy. “Think you’ve earned it,” he breathes out and slips inside you, eyelids fluttering shut as he feels your cunt suck his cock in. You inhale sharply with his thumb still pressed to your tongue. He sheathes deeper inside you, left hand still extended so you can suck on his thumb while his right grips your hip tightly. The head of his cock brushes against that sweet spongy spot deep inside you so tenderly, has your eyes cross before they roll back and you grip tighter on his wrist as you moan around his thumb.

Hookups aren’t like this. You know that. You’re usually bent over, so they aren’t looking at your face. You’re not typically drooling around their thumb while they fuck you missionary. This is good sex. Which you’ve had but not… not this good. Never so intense and intimate. You get that uncomfortable feeling in your tummy again until Billy reels his hips back and snaps forward harshly, deteriorating every thought in your head. He fucks you dumb, thrusts quick and deep. Spilling out moans and repeatedly telling you what a slut you are. Not much else to think about when you’re being fucked into oblivion.

You blink your eyes open, vision blurry for a beat before you’re met with the prettiest sight. Billy’s sweating, beads forming at his hairline and you move to feel down his back, sweat forming there too and it’s all gross and sticky and so fucking sexy. You gasp, lips parting but he doesn’t pull his thumb away. It’s still pressed to your tongue and he punches little, repetitive uh, uh, uh’s from you. The sound of your skin meeting, harsh slaps, fills the room. His cock is so thick, stretching your hole deliciously, and so long, massaging against your g-spot with every stroke. You feel ten times drunker and you know it’s from his cock, and not the shots shared at the bar. And you feel fucking dumb too.

“S’a good little slut for me,” he growls, eyes locked on your face which is kind of overwhelming but incredibly hot, “taking my cock so good. You my little princess, huh?”

That’s a new one, feels better than slut which surprises you. Has tears stinging at your eyes, making your mascara bleed as they roll down your cheeks. Billy takes his thumb out of your mouth to wipe them away, leans down to kiss you. Softer this time. Tongue just barely swiping across your lower lip. You cling to him, back arching as he thrusts particularly deep.

“Feel so good,” he keeps talking, lips dragging against your wet cheek. “So pretty for me.”

“B-Billy…” you stutter as you wrap your legs around your waist, which somehow has him even deeper inside you.

“Yeah,” he coos, brushing his nose against your cheekbone, “Feel nice? Can feel me so deep inside you, princess?”

“Billy,” you’re fucking stupid. All you can say is his name. And you’re not saying it. You’re whining it. “Billy… Billy… Billy…”

He hums, kisses your cheek, holds you steady as he drills into you, “I know.” God, this is so intimate. There’s a white, hot pleasure spreading over your nerves. Brings you to even more tears. It’d make you so sick if you weren’t so elated in euphoria. If this were any other hookup, you’d be panicked about the lack of condom. But you’re aching for Billy to cum inside you. Wanna feel it fill you up. Want to make him feel so good he cums before he has time to pull out. This has you tightening your legs around his waist. Heel digging into his ass as you arch your back.

The second climax hits you like a tidal wave. It’s unexpected, you don’t even realize you were close as it washes over you. You cry out his name, tears streaming down your cheeks as you writhe against him. Scratching down his back. Clinging to him, pulling him impossibly closer as your vision goes completely white. He smells good. It’s what you notice as you come back to reality, faces squished together at the cheeks and your nose is pressed up against his damp curls. Makes your orgasm drag out as you inhale deeply, shuddering a breath out as you gasp out sobs. It’s foreign to you. Crying from an orgasm but Billy doesn’t seem alarmed. Grabs hold your face and kisses you harshly as he thrusts quicker and deeper until his hips still and he spills his load against your fluttering walls. Groaning your name against your lips.

—

Turns out, the cocky bastard is a clingy one. As you were sneaking out the morning after, he woke up. Rolled over and sat up, rubbed his pretty eyes and blinked at you, “Ya gonna leave before breakfast?”

So you’d stayed. Made small talk. Told him where you work.

Three weeks later, there’s flowers being delivered to your office… for you. They’re pretty. Tropical flowers like you mentioned you liked. Your coworkers ask a million questions. While you remember the sex as being the best you’ve ever had, you’re not really looking for a boyfriend. The past handful of them never worked out, so why would Billy be any different. You’d been panicked for two weeks after the hook up because he came inside and you were praying that your period came early. And it came late. By two days which had you in a fucking frenzy. So you were relieved when it came but then came the flowers. You stared at them angrily as you typed away memos for your boss. You’re made that they made you blush. When you read the handwritten card, you wanted to puke.

Had the best night of my life with you. Would like a chance to properly woo you.

And his phone number.

You refused to call. You wouldn’t. A boyfriend wasn’t part of the plan. Dating casually wasn’t a part of your plan. Regardless of how incredible the sex was.

Boyfriends. Love. The whole thing made you bitter. There’s no way it’s happening.

A week passes, the flowers die and you throw them away. Then you’re finishing up a memo your boss asked you to type when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you call, not taking your eyes away from the typewriter.

“Hot shot, huh?” His voice has you jerking your head up and damnit, he looks handsome.

Tight Levi’s, motorcycle boots and a red button up, but only the last two buttons are done up. Tucked into his jeans. His hair is luscious. Blonde curls framing his face and a dangly earring in his ear. His skin just as golden as you remember, not that you’re trying to.

“Can I help you?” you can’t hide the disdain in your voice.

“Ouch,” he presses his hand to his bare chest, “That any way to treat a man who made you cum so hard you cried?”

Your eyes widen as you look at the door, “Keep your voice down. The women in this office have big ears and even bigger mouths. Don’t need anyone knowing the gritty details of my sex life.”

Billy kicks the door shut with his foot and then leans against it, “I was hoping I could take you out to lunch.”

“You were dreaming,” you smile at him, dripping in condescension.

“Sure was. What do ya say?” He steps closer to your desk, hand on his belt.

You sigh, lean back against your chair as you look at him, “You sent me flowers with your number, if I was interested, I would’ve called.”

Billy purses his lips and flattens his palms against your desk, leaning down as he says, “Thought maybe you’d be intimidated, so here I am, making the uh, third move.”

You blink at him in disbelief, “Don’t know how to take a hint, do ya?”

“I don’t need to bring up that you cried again, do I?”

“You just did.”

“Come to lunch with me,” he shrugs, “If you’re not feeling it afterwards, I’ll leave you alone.”

You chew on your lip as you think about it. It is a free lunch. And you skipped breakfast so you’re kind of starving. And okay, yeah, Billy looks good. He’s handsome but he’s more annoying than he is pretty.

“Fine. I’m hungry,” you sigh, “But I have to finish this memo, first.”

You go back to typing, trying to ignore the guy's eyes on you. You glance up to glare at him and he just chews his gum obnoxiously and smirks. “You’re insufferable,” you tell him.

He grins, eyes crinkling with it, “Thanks, toots. You are so fine in this uh, get up. Very professional yet very seductive.”

You sigh exaggeratedly, finishing the end of the memo before pulling the paper out of the typewriter. You grab your purse and usher his out the door, dropping by the front desk to hand the receptionist the memo.

“I’m going to lunch. Mr. Harrington wants this memo forwarded to the whole staff,” you tell her and ignore the way she eyes Billy up and down.

“Will do,” she smiles, “Have a fun lunch.”

“I won’t,” you reply with a sarcastic smile and head out the front doors, Billy close on your feet.

“Mr. Harrington?” He questions as he follows you to the parking lot, “Like Steve Harrington?”

“Yeah, his dads my boss,” you explain, “Where are you taking me to lunch?”

“Enzo’s?”

“You can afford that?” You tease as you stop in your tracks, tilting your head at him.

“Uh, yeah,” he looks shocked by that, hands shoving in his pockets, “I’m an electrician. Well, I do construction in general but right now, just an electrician.”

“I didn’t ask,” you roll your eyes as you walk to his annoyingly pretty car. A sports car fits him, though.

He rolls his eyes but opens the passenger door for you. You sink in and notice his car smells like cigarettes. He smokes? As he slides into the drivers side, he pulls a pack of Marlboros from his shirt pocket and lights one up. And a cigarette sounds good right now so you make grabby hands and he hands it over before lighting another.

“You keep proving to be the woman of my dreams,” he says with dreamy eyes and you roll yours.

“Take me to lunch, loser.”

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Fantasy: Eddie x reader x Billy

Part one, part two, part three, part four

Four part mini series. Minors DNI. Explicit sexual content

I can't just walk up and ask him. Hey! Wanna fuck me and my boyfriend?

How do I do this? Fuck, he's pretty.

"Just an oil change?" Billy mumbles, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just the oil... I think." you say shyly and he meets your eyes for the first time, giving you a little smile.

"Is that your car?" you gesture toward his Camaro. You know it's his. It's the same car he had in school. It still looks just as pretty.

He really smiles then. "Yeah, that's my baby." he grins, glancing over at his pride and joy. The topic opens up the door for conversation, and he begins to talk a little more as he changes your oil. You can’t help but watch him as he works, taking in his white tank top, little grease smears splattered all over it. The fabric clinging to his muscles.

There's something about a man with dirty hands. Working hands. Fuck me.

His sandy curls hang loose around his neck, freckles peppering his tan skin. His jeans hug his muscular thighs, the denim practically painted on. And that ass. Fuck.

He continues making small talk. Asking how life after school has been. It's been a while since you've seen him. Every once in a while you'd run into him in the grocery store or at a gas station but you always avoided him.

"You look good." he drawls and you notice his eyes slowly roaming over your body. He doesn’t try to hide it for a second. A mischievous glint in his pretty blue eyes as his lips curl into a smile.

Shit.. focus.

"So do you. You always do." you blurt out and he chuckles deeply.

Ask him. Say something.

"Good to go." he pats your hood and throws the greasy towel over his shoulder.

"Wait.. Billy. I have something to ask you." you mutter nervously.

He looks at you with a knowing smirk. He's so cocky but it's fucking hot. He already knows I want him.

"You wanna take me on a date, pretty girl?" he winks at you and you can’t stop yourself from blushing.

"Not exactly. I have a boyfriend." you say quickly.

"Okay... so we have to be like.. sneaky?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, no. Not exactly."

Billy steps closer to you and you look up into his blue eyes. His stare makes you even more nervous. He’s so close. You can smell his cologne mixed with Marlboro’s, a little musky scent from his sweat.

"You have my attention." he winks, looming over you.

Here we go.

*******

Billy stands there awkwardly as he lights a cigarette. "I've uh.. never done something like this before." he mumbles, shuffling his feet as he inhales deeply, smoke filling his lungs. You look over at Eddie who is simply smirking at Billy’s discomfort, arms folded casually across his chest.

"So you're just gonna like.. watch?" Billy asks as he exhales the smoke slowly through his nostrils.

Billy had wasted no time saying he would happily "fuck your brains out". But he wasn't keen on the idea of a threesome.

"Until you ask me to join." Eddie states calmly.

"I won't." Billy answers sternly.

"Okay, alright.” Eddie laughs lightly, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "Then yeah.. I'll just watch."

"You guys are fucking kinky." Billy chuckles as he turns his attention back to you.

"You ready, doll?" He gives you a look that makes you throb.

"Yes." you whisper as you pull the string of your robe. You let it fall from your frame leaving you in your favorite lingerie.

You watch as both of them look you up and down. "You look good, baby." Eddie rasps.

Billy nods in agreement, keeping his eyes on you as he places his cigarette in the ashtray and makes his way closer.

His hand reaches out, fingertips trailing lightly down your arm before his heavy hand lands on your hip. Your breath quickens as he leans in.

"Billy?" you breathe as his lips get closer.

"Yes?"

"I want it rough." you whisper and he smirks as he reaches down and picks you up easily, tossing you roughly to the bed. Oh shit.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, his chiseled body now on display. As he slips out of his jeans, Eddie comes to kiss you. You hold him close, fingers threading in his curls as his tongue slips in your mouth just for a moment.

His lips move to whisper in your ear. "Mmm, I’m so ready to fuck you myself, baby. But I can’t wait to watch him split you open.”

You moan softly at his words and he kisses you one more time before hopping off the bed.

"She's all yours." he announces to Billy and then suddenly he's on top of you. His weight feels different. Heavier. His body is radiating heat as his arms rest on either side of your head. His blue eyes are piercing. He’s so fucking close.

"Hi." you breathe out staring up at him. His chain dangles in the space between you.

"Hi." he returns with a charming smile. He glances over at Eddie and you quickly grip his chin, bringing his face back to you. You grip the chain pulling him down and finally his lips are on yours.

Your arms immediately wrap around his neck pulling him close. His kiss is firm but gentle.

You slip your tongue in his mouth and moan at the taste of him. Your tongues swirl together wildly, both of you panting into the kiss. Your hips lift up, pressing against his groin, craving any friction at all on your already aching clit. I can feel him. He's big, like Eddie. I knew he would be.

He hums into the kiss as he feels you grinding against his cock, his hand begins to wander your body. He cups your breast, squeezing gently, pulling a needy moan from you.

You keep your hand around his neck as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. You don't want his lips to leave yours. He tastes so good. His lips are soft and smooth, his tongue dancing with yours making your stomach flutter. You weave your fingers through his sandy curls as he slips his hand under your lace bra to tease your nipple between his rough fingers.

His lips separate from yours leaving you panting as he moves to suck on your neck. He’s not being easy, his suction sure to leave behind a deep bruise, a nice memory for when he’s gone. His hand travels lower, slowly trailing across your stomach until he finally meets your warmth. A sound almost like a growl escapes Billy’s chest as he realizes you’re wearing crotchless panties.

"You're so fucking wet." he groans into your neck making you smile.

"Touch me, Billy. Please." you whine and he brings his face back to yours as he runs a single finger up and down your slit. Teasing you in the most delicious way.

"You want my fingers, baby? My mouth? Tell me." he burns as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Mmm.. yes. Both.. fuck." you moan as you keep your eyes on his.

He grins wickedly as he begins kissing down your body. His lips are soft and warm as he plants kisses across your breast and stomach.

He removes his finger and spreads your legs wide. You look down and watch carefully as his tongue dips inside of you.

"Ohh.. fuck." you whimper as he licks up your dripping slit.

You've wanted to see this for so long. Billy Hargrove buried between your thighs. Fuck, it's just like you imagined.

Your hips buck up and he presses them back down forcefully, holding you in place as he begins to devour you.

Eddie's POV

Holy shit. I slowly stroke my cock as I watch Billy Hargrove going down on my girl. I never thought I’d see this day come. She's so fucking hot. Her eyes trained on him. Her mouth parted beautifully.

Her cries and whimpers are enough to make me cum already but I want to wait.

I want to cum with her. Need to cum with her.

I watch as she grips his hair tightly, pressing him deeper into her pussy. I can hear the sounds of his tongue lapping. His lips sucking wildly. His low moans being swallowed by her perfect cunt.

I understand. She tastes so fucking sweet.

I spit on my hand and lean back as I continue the slow motion up and down. I’m so fucking hard. Precum leaking from my tip. My cock is aching. Begging for the sweet release. It’s the best kind of torture. She squeals loudly as Billy enters two thick fingers.

You're killing me, sweetheart.

I can tell by her sounds that she's close. Her legs are propped up on Billy's shoulders. I keep my eyes on her as they begin to tremble around his head.

There you go, baby. Cum for him.

It’s almost as if she can hear my thoughts, the tightness in her stomach breaking as she cries out his name, her body jerking wildly. I pick up speed, my hand moving quickly up and down my cock, the slick sounds of me fucking my own hand only add to the obscene noises coming from the two of them. I hear a guttural moan come from Billy’s chest as my pretty girl cums on his face and hand.

I want to taste her. Fuck.. I'll get my turn.

I slow down my hand trying to hold out on busting already. Not yet.

He's about to fuck her. And I can only imagine it's gonna be rough.

Reader’s POV

"Oh my god." you pant as Billy comes up from between your legs. The evidence of your orgasm clear all over his face.

"You're fucking sweet, you know that?" he rasps before kissing you passionately. You taste yourself all over his tongue as he moans into your mouth.

He reaches down, taking his thick cock in his fist, running his tip up and down your pussy before slapping it on your clit again and again. He gives you no time to recover from your first orgasm, lining himself up.

You gasp as you feel the delicious stretch. He takes his time, slowly gliding himself inside. Your legs beginning to tremble immediately.

"You're.. fuck you're big." you whimper. He was almost the same size as Eddie. Just a bit thicker with a little more length. Your mind started swirling with thoughts of both of them inside of you. He'll just need a little convincing.

You look over at Eddie who is watching you with lustful eyes. His hand slides up and down his cock as he gives his lip a small bite. He shoots you a little wink causing your pussy clenches around Billy’s dick. Fuck, he's so hot.

You feel his cock bottom out, he’s so fucking deep you can feel him in your stomach. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you bringing your attention back to him.

"Holy fuck!" you squeal and he just smirks down at you, loving the reaction you’re giving him.

"You said rough." he teases with a slick grin.

You nod, your eyes filling with tears as he begins to thrust in and out. Slowly picking up his pace. He rolls his hips into you, pressing down on your stomach, the sensation sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"You feel so fucking good..." he moans as you lift your hips meeting his thrusts.

You reach down taking the sheets in between your fingers, gripping tightly as his long cock fills you again and again. Each thrust seems to somehow reach even deeper.

His hands move to grip the headboard above as he continues pumping in and out agonizingly slow. You look down seeing his cock slick with your cum.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

“So good, Billy.” you sigh blissfully, feeling cock drunk already and he’s barely even fucked you.

"You like my cock stretchin’ you out?" he groans deeply, rotating his hips, stretching your pussy even more.

“Mmm.. faster, Billy. Please.”

“Poor thing.” Billy tuts. “Want me to stop teasin’?”

“P-please.” you beg again, your voice nothing but a whisper.

"Fuck Billy!" You gasp as he begins to thrust into you mercilessly, giving you everything you wanted. You reach up, running your hands down his abs before gripping his waist tightly.

You dig your nails into him as he completely destroys you. The headboard slams against the wall again and again as he pounds your soaked pussy.

"You're so fucking hot.." he praises, kneeling on the bed. He swiftly tosses your leg over his shoulder. His strong hand comes to grip your throat as he leans down.

"Make me cum, Billy." you plead, nothing but a desperate mess for him.

"I'm gonna make you cum. You're gonna cum all over my cock, baby." he burns as his grip around your throat tightens even more.

Billy meets your eyes and runs his tongue across his teeth, a smile playing on his pretty lips.

"Ready?" he teases.

"Yes.." you whimper.

"You sure?" he grins as he slowly pulls out.

"Billy. Fuck. Me." you sass, your bitchy tone making him almost cum right there.

Then the breath is knocked from your lungs as he slams into you. This time he doesn't hold back at all. His grip is tight around your throat as he fucks you with everything in him.

Your head falls back and your mouth drops open silently as your eyes fall shut. Your breasts bouncing with every wild thrust.

You turn your head to the side as your eyelids flutter to watch as Eddie pumps his hand quickly up and down his cock.

He's gonna cum. I can see it on his face.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" Billy grunts as he drives into you, your pussy leaking around his cock, the creamy mess from your last orgasm coating every inch of his cock.

You nod quickly, feeling your leg shake against his shoulder. His fat tip kissing your sweet spot every time he enters you. You feel your body aching for the sweet release.

"Harder.." you barely manage to get the word out.

"Fuck.." Billy breathes as he quickly pulls out, flipping you over effortlessly. He slams your face into the mattress and enters you from behind.

You feel the sting of his firm hand against your ass and you cry out in pleasure. Your eyes zero in on Eddie as your mouth falls open again, little hums escaping your lips as Billy destroys you from behind.

His hand smacks your ass again and you feel your climax coming fast. You struggle to focus your sight on Eddie. Your eyes fighting to stay open. You force them open just long enough to see Eddie mouth one word in your direction.

'Cum.'

Your body reacts to his demand, your cum flooding Billy's cock. He moans deeply as he feels your pussy clenching around him. He keeps thrusting as you ride out your high. His hands massaging and groping your ass. He's breathing heavily as he pulls out of you, making you feel empty. You peek at Eddie, seeing his hand covered in his own sticky cum.

"Holy shit." you breathe, sitting up and turning to Billy, seeing his cock still rock hard. You take him in your mouth and begin sucking. His head falls back as you suck him clean of your juices.

"I want both of you." you purr, looking up at him.

He watches you carefully as you take him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue slowly around his tip.

"I... fuck.." he moans.

"She's really good at getting what she wants isn't she?" Billy chuckles looking over at Eddie.

"You're telling me." Eddie smirks.

You take him deep in your throat and look up at him through your eyelashes, fluttering them perfectly.

"Shit.. yeah.. yeah okay." Billy grunts. "Both of us."

Fuck yes.

Part three coming soon 🖤

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big dick!billy who loves having you sit on his lap because he knows you can feel him through his pants

big dick!billy who filmed you the first time he fucked you so he’ll always have the memory of the first time he stretched you out around him. a tape of your body quivering, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, his cock stuffed in you to the hilt, and your hands clutching at the sheets on his bed.

big dick!billy who keeps a photo of your stomach in his wallet. a bulge in your belly showing how deep he’s buried in you.

big dick!billy who loves seeing you cry and pout around his cock when you can’t take him all the way down your throat. he assures you that it’s okay and wraps your hand around his base and even that barely works

big dick!billy who can’t help but chuckle as he watches you try to sink yourself down onto his dick. his seat pushed back to accompany for you on top of him, slowly sucking him in inch by inch. your face contorting as you take him in and he can’t help but bite his bottom lip to hold back his grin. he thinks it’s cute how much you struggle to take him by yourself. and he’s more than happy to help you down when you ask, after teasing you, of course. he waste no time slamming you down on his cock.

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Dream.

Something about having cuteness agression with simon is that he fucking loves it. He should be worried really when your nails dig into his face, cheek smeared over every inch of his eyes nose cheek and all over while you gush about how "cute" he is. He just...can't find it in himself to care when he's under your attention like this.

Even if he wants to argue that he's not cute. He doesn't wanna miss the opportunity to nuzzle his own stubbly cheek back into yours. Stealing a kiss for himself in the middle of all the fervour.

He'll just nod and murmur yesses when you ask who's a good boy, ignoring the familiar call of his phone when you grab at his neck. Craning his head a bit so you can nibble and let out your energy on him. Just let it out lovie, just let it out. Ignore the hearts in his eyes and bite down harder wont you?

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I feel like Simon would use Riley as a way to lure poor unsuspecting women into his apartment. (+18/TW cnc)

Perhaps even one he had been actively stalking from his workplace - maps and schedules lining his office, detailed with every step she took.

Reminders on his phone for appointments he had managed to find when helping lurking her regain a missing document he had deleted while she went to the restroom.

Even managed to sneak a couple pairs of panties from her dirty laundry when she was naive enough to leave her window unlocked - Even turned one of her frames face down and left the window cracked as he slipped back out into the night.

A small part of him hoped she would become curious about the unsettling amount of missing vestures and cosmetics. Fantasized sometimes about her finding him in her bathroom in the middle of the night - rubbing himself with a pair of her missing underwear.

But he could never defile her like that - expose someone so innocent to something so crude and vile.

So, instead, he arrived at the café she visited every morning to order her tall matcha latté with a rag drenched in chloroform neatly folded in his back pocket just for her and waited... and waited... and waited... until the little bell rung and her form swiftly moved inside.

Late.

That would be fine... it would all be fine. They'd make up for that lost time later.

And just as she grabbed the drink on the counter she had pre-ordered online, he pushed himself up and shoved his burly form into her's.

Her sharp gasp made his heart palpitate and hand snap out to wrap around her waist.

The dazed, confused glint in her eyes slowly morphed into recognition upon seeing him, the corners of her mouth curling into that beautiful smile he saw in his mind every time he pistoned his hips against a folded pillow.

"Si...," she breathed gently in relief, pushing herself back up on wobbly legs as she reached for some napkins. Dabbing gently at the green that stained her new off-white blouse.

This was her. This was his prize. After his suffering for so long, here is the retribution finally given to him.

"Here, doll, lemme help," he kept his voice low and gentle, feigning as much guilt as he could muster, as his massive hands gingerly took the napkins from hers and continued her previous ministrations,"You a'right? 'm sorry about that..."

"Yeah.. yeah, I'm okay, I was supposed to go meet someone, but I guess I'll have to tell them I'm gonna be late."

His movements stuttered at her frustrated admission, a darkness blanketing his eyes as he hummed. It taking every ounce of control within himself not to shove the anesthetic cloth into her nose right then and there.

"Really? How unfortunate," he gritted out, placating a look of guilt and sympathy as his grip turned almost violent around the napkin - knuckles white and hand shaking.

He forced himself to pull away before she really noticed, too lost in her own self-pitying world.

"'ow about this, doll," he began, forcing his voice gentler even as the corner of his mouth twitched beneath his mask, "Come back to my place. I live righ' around the corner. Could get this fixed up for ya in no time."

"Oh-, w-well, I don't-"

He swiftly slid an arm around her back, hand splayed over the satin fabric as his thumb pressed against her lumbar. Coaxing her to turn towards the exit.

"Don' wanna be late, do ya? It'll be fast. Promise."

"Si-, you really don't have to, this isn't necessary-"

"Nonsense," he purred, leading her stumbling, hesitant form towards the door, "I don't bite, doll.

"Could even introduce ya the lil shepherd you've been beggin' to meet."

He watched as her refusal twitched into unsure reluctance. Her steps becoming slightly more intensional and shoulders dropping away from her ears.

"Atta girl."

well, ain't that somethin...

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Simon doesn't think he's ever tasted something so good in his fuckin' life before.

He didn't know what he was in for this time when he got back from deployment, and nicotine and whiskey ain't got shit on this. Poor bastard can't remember the last time he had something so good invade his senses like this.

You said you had a treat for him, made him lay down, and promptly sat on his face, and Simon was fuckin' gone. Don't know what the fuck possessed him but he took one whiff and was instantly hooked.

Simon feasted on your cunt like a man starved. Tongue, lips, fingers, you name it. Anything to get his fix, anything to make you moan.

Anything to make you cum.

Didn't let up for shit, not even to breathe, and when you voiced your concern while whimpering and trembling, Simon didn't give a fuck and still continued to love on your pretty cunt because where the bloody fuck are you going?

Shut up. Shut the hell up and let him make you cum, sweetheart.

Actions have consequences. Shouldn't have made him feel so bloody good, shouldn't have poked at the beast, and he'd be damned if he didn't think this was the best post-deployment gift he's ever gotten. Better than the nicotine high or occasional pity wank.

Fuck, it's been so long and he's absolutely disgusting about it.

And Simon's aware of it all, the way his cock is so hard it's bloody painful and leaking in his pants, the way you're grinding on his face, smothering it and fucking his mouth (don't you dare stop, either), and how his everything is consumed by you. You coat his stubble, fill his nostrils up with your scent, his tastebuds are fired up—bloody hell, need he explain more?

Simon could die a happy man right now, and what would his gravestone say? Here Lies Simon Riley, Died Eating Cunt.

He'd chuckle if he wasn't too busy at the moment. Shit, he probably did if the way you're moaning is any indication. That felt good, didn't it, sweetheart?

It's your turn now to say his name like a prayer and believe in him just as he believes in you.

And it's the best fucking thing to ever bless his ears.

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Turning Simon Out: Part I and Part II.

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Loser!Ghost that’s confident in his work. he’s a well-respected Lieutenant, a big, strong soldier that strikes fear into others. as soon as you walk into a room his dark brown eyes are glued to you. suddenly his lack of speaking isn’t from being reserved, it’s because he’s nervous

Loser!Ghost that’s silently eyeing you, making sure no one is bothering you from across the room. in his mind he’s just standing guard from afar, monitoring your environment. from everyone else’s perspective? their Lieutenant is staring straight at you - hasn’t moved or twitched for a couple minutes, just breathing steadily as he watches you

Loser!Ghost that sweats hard when he’s next to you. his breathing gets heavier, side-eyeing you while trying not to make any sudden movements. he feels like a wolf standing next to fawn - not that you’re frail or weak, not that you’re necessarily small, but because he doesn’t want to startle you. his heart beating wildly against his chest, sucking in a breath when you glance up at him

Loser!Ghost that’s stiff around you. even after he’s known you for a while he’s still on edge. he doesn’t want to sound too harsh, doesn’t want to seem too intimidating, doesn’t want to wig you out. he knows you tolerate him at least - he’s not great at reading you, too caught up in his head. when you talk to him, smiling up at him and friendly, all he can muster is a gruff hum, acknowledging your words with grumbled noises

CW: erm Virgin!Ghost because I said so?

Loser!Ghost that finds himself invited into your room - tense and heart beating rapidly. he isn’t too sure what to do, he isn’t sure what this is. he can’t find the words he needs, simply watching as you move about. when you ask him if he wants to stay over for the night his brain is doing backflips, it isn’t until you bluntly mumble that you want him that it clicks in his mind

Loser!Ghost who’s a virgin, never really having the time for hookups… or the charisma to land one. he can be a little off-putting, not the greatest quality for getting with someone. but you? you’ve noticed the way he behaves, oddly enamored by him. he doesn’t think to tell you he’s a virgin though, he’s too busy tugging his balaclava up to sloppily kiss you, hands moving to grab your hips - unpracticed movements, a silent excitement bubbling in his gut

Loser!Ghost whose balaclava is askew, half tugged up and awkwardly shifted to the left slightly. he can’t bring himself to care though, broken, deep groans rumbling from him as he tries to push into you. it takes a few tries before he’s nudging into you, eyes screwed shut as his hips stutter. he’s got you caged under him, forearms on either side of you as his forehead rests against your shoulder. he’s breathing heavily, panting against your skin

Loser!Ghost that doesn’t know what he’s doing, just moving on instinct. you feel so good, squeezing him just right as he sinks into you. garbled moans leaving him, his mouth pressed to yours as he bucks against you. you rarely hear Ghost speak, on and off duty, always quiet and looming. maybe that’s why he catches you off guard, hips moving erratically as he mumbles against your lips, “Love you—”

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simon knew it was over the moment he realized just how freaky you are.

simon knew he was massive—he always had.

it was a quiet fear that followed him, the thought that if he lost control for even a moment, he might hurt you. his touch was always careful, deliberate.

his hands were wrapped around your neck, not tight, but gentle—just enough to feel the pulse beneath your skin. his thumbs rested softly against your throat, his grip light, careful not to leave a mark. but when you started frantically grinding your hips against his, rolling your body in desperate need, everything shifted.

a low, guttural noise rumbled from his throat as his body responded on instinct. without meaning to, his hands tightened, gripping your neck for leverage as you moved against him. he froze for a second, startled by his own strength. but then—

it happened.

you clenched tighter around him, your head falling back as a broken moan escaped your lips. you were crying out, completely undone, lost in the moment. your hips bucked harder, desperate for more, and it hit him like a bolt of lightning:

you liked it rough.

you, his innocent, angelic girl — the one with soft smiles and bright eyes, the one who blushed at the smallest touch — had been hiding it all along.

he stared at you, stunned, as you begged with your body, your innocent exterior cracking to reveal the wicked, burning desire beneath. his angel wasn't just soft and sweet

—you were freaky.

a low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips. “you've been holding out on me, haven't you, lovie?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement and something far more dangerous.

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just thinking about how you and price sneak away from the rest of the party to fuck nasty in your nondescript cubicle in the other office, far from the patio and boardrooms where the bulk of the party is.

thinking about how he tears apart your stockings to get to your cunt; how he has you bent over your desk, beside the accounts you’ve been balancing for quarter-end, before sliding his cock along your weeping slit.

thinking about how he folds himself on top of you, pressing all of his weight and bearing down on you. and it pushes him deeper in you, nudging along spots you never knew was possible to reach without a toy. you squeal, clamping down on him, and john has to smother your moans with his palm, his voice rumbling in your ear.

“shh, not too loud. not too loud f’r me, peanut.”

he ruts into you even as he says this and you go cross-eyed, mouth parted still, letting drool pool out and into his hand. and the thrill of it all — of being caught; being walked in on; being recorded by the security cameras — makes your toes curl, your legs shaking as your orgasm bloats.

peaking.

building—

the door handle jiggles.

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so this happened on solstice

and this was later

i'm willing to bet money azriel was fighting for his life trying to keep that image buried and i do wonder if his chest sparked again?probably 🤫

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simon uses “baby” in such a versatile way. one minute he’s all sweet “come here, baby. just wanna fill you up. that feel good?”

the next he’s mean with it, your face shoved into the pillows “s’matter, baby? cant take it? aw, baby, you sound all choked up. jus’ lemme use you a lil’ longer.”

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Cw: Nsfw (Dilf!Simon, your next door neighbor, reader’s around early 20s, Simon’s around late 30s~early 40s)

Just retired and move into a new flat, Simon doesn’t expect someone to knock on his door when he’s unpacking his belongings. With slight annoyance, he opens the door and try to dismiss whoever is out there.

His annoyance vanishes quickly when he lays eyes on you, young, gorgeous, gazing up at him with a baggy shirts barely cover the sweat-shorts. The simple apron on the outside looks incredible on you, the fabric of it rises and taut around your chest. Greeting him with a grin and hand him a plate of biscuits. A welcome gift for the new neighbor, you explain to him before leaving with a wave, hips swaying tantalizingly as you saunter back to your flat and close the door behind you.

He becomes closer to you each day, helping you without a word when one day he hears noises from the staircase outside, swings open the door of his flat and discovers you struggling with the heavy groceries bags. When you sheepishly knock on his door again, holding a screwdriver and fidgeting it, telling him you have some issues with assembling the new bookshelf you bought, he already starts his steps and walks into your flat, finish the work in minutes while you circling around cutely and trying to help like a desperate puppy.

To express your thankfulness to him, you invite him to have dinner with you, become a habit of yours when he shoots you a glance with a ‘Not bad.” but devours your home cooked meal like a man starved for days.

Sweet, beautiful girl, a year before graduating from college, expressing your insecurity about your future when he hinted that you can share your worries with him—a person who has much more experience than you— a while ago, he provides some insight and rational advice, swallowing back the words he’s been thought about for months now: Slide the silver ring on your ring finger with his name name engraved on it, makes you his missus and away from all shites the society is boiling everyday. A man alone for years and has low material desires, he has the money to take care of and spoil you without any hesitation.

He’s been fisting his cock whenever he hears your moans coming from the other aide of the wall. Hell, you don’t know how shitty and thin the walls are, the soundproof ability of them is imperceptible when it comes to louder sounds. Simon listens closely to the sounds, closing his eyes, head leans back on the armchair, trying to imagine how you must be right now. Hands in sync of the squelchy sounds of you pumping your fingers in and out of that soaked pussy. His cock’s so huge, even his own palms are just big enough wrapped around the girth, and an obscene growl left his lips as your whimpers and moans turn higher and sultrier, definitely look like a goddess when you’re weeping tears, stuffing your cunny full and craving for the release. But when you finally tumble over the edge, he snaps his eyes open and groans the second his name comes out of your mouth with such honeyed tone, crying his name in need and suppressed desire.

Simon jumps up from the armchair, heavy cock forming an obvious tent when he shoves open his door and knocks on yours impatiently. “Wait-Wait me a second…!” your voice hits his ears with trembles that can’t be left unnoticed.

“ 'S what you want, love? getting bent over by a man older than you and fucked stupid? Is that so, princess?” He squeezes himself through the crack of your door, kicking it close and pinning your upper body on the shoe cabinet beside the door, your legs dangling in the air as he drives the fat tip into your entrance ferociously, tight cunt still spasming from your orgasm and makes him grunts out a curse, “Fucking screaming my name when you touch yourself, hmm? you know you can come to me anytime you need something, like I told you before.”

He gets you cry out in pleasure without any concern of receiving complaints from other neighbors, wrapping your legs back and standing between your wide-spread thighs, leaning his weight on your back while his hips rocks unrelentingly. “No more, no more…Simon!” You clenching down on his shaft so nice and hot, milking him loads after loads, the angry tip of his cock abusing every spots inside you, and your legs are shaking uncontrollably when he finally comes one last time, satiated both your needs for now, and you the last thing you feel before succumbing to slumber is a gentle kiss pressing on your twitching, overstimulated clit as his seeds flood out of your swollen pussy.

The relationship between you and him deepens since that night,and he doesn’t stop you or protest when you wear the low-cut top and cute skirt, semi-transparent thigh high stockings keeps attracting his attention to stare at the bare skin of your thighs between them and the skirt, and wave goodbye at him with an apologetic expression before heading off to a party with your college friends. He knows the importance of these social activities between youngsters, so he didn’t get mad or upset, just kiss your temple, reminded you to stay safe and call him whenever you need, then he’d be there in no time.

You sure will turn heads wherever you go tonight, and though there might be some troublesome wankers trying their luck on you, but he knows you won’t even spare them anything beside a polite nod of rejection. You’re all his, you won’t feel the same bliss and love from those young blokes of your age. No one can make you feel as good as he does, they can’t make you squirt all over the floor when he eats you out at the countertop, no one knows how to lower and disperse all your concerns and thoughts like him, with his tongue lapping your perked buds and that long cock massaging your cervix, coaxing countless orgasms out of you before you fall asleep in his embrace contently.

So when you ring him just about 2 hours later, asking if he can come pick you up at the club, he immediately hops in to his truck, pulls up at the location you texted him. He doubts how your breasts haven’t spilled out your low cut tops, but he’s definitely enjoying the view, your cheeks burning from the alcohol, pawing at his shirt and whining about how you missed him, how boring the party was and you just wanted to go home and bounce on his dick through your tipsy state.

Good that Simon parked his truck at a secluded spot, so you don’t need to wait any longer, let him bend you over the hood and kneel down behind you, tongue shoving deep inside, occasionally pulls out and prodding at your pussy to calm you down from keep pleading him to just fuck you already and rubbing his bulge when he just wants to drive you home first. “Will give you the cock you’ve been thinking all night when we’re home, sweetheart.” He speaks against your slick pussy lips before diving back to lick every drop of your sugary juices again.

[azizzs-prim]

nsfw

i cant stop thinking about loser simon who is a virgin, he is unaware of how big he is, he just things he is average size. and when he pulls his boxers down, his big cock stands tall in front of your amused face.

"i-i thought you said it was... average."

"it isnt? i-is it small?" he starts fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, pulling it down a bit.

"no! are you serious? simon, you are huge." his face turns red and his palms start to sweat.

"i didnt knew, sorry." you gently push him into the bed and kneel down in front of him, his eyes cant leave your body, he feels like he will cum with only that sight of you. "don't apologize baby, ill make sure you feel good."