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Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, rimming, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way. Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl… good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”

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Small list of men.. (FICTIONAL CHARACTERS) I’d let disrespect me:

✰ Not sure if I have a type or not 🤔 (Not in order)

✰ Not my gifs (credit goes to the authors)

Mitch Rapp // American Assassin

Dean Winchester // Supernatural

Sam Winchester // Supernatural

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf

Thomas // Maze Runner

Newt // The Maze Runner

Minho // The Mazer Runner

JJ Maybank // Outer Banks

Bellamy Blake // The 100

Damon Salvatore // The Vampire Diaries

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𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟐.𝟔𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦? 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝? 𝐧𝐨. 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 @/𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝟔𝟔𝟔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 @/𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Bar cleaned…check. Dusting the common rooms…check. Floors swept…check. Activities for tomorrow's exercise laid out for Charlie…check.

The feather at the end of the quill tickles your chin as you double check your worklist for this evening. Your eyes scan all the way down to… Room 304 needs to be cleaned. The last thing on your list.

The clock strikes 2am, a reminder of how late it is, but you don’t mind. You liked to clean, especially at night time. You liked to help, it’s only a plus that this job gives you peace. Doing your duties at night gives you more time with the friends you’ve created at the hotel during the day. And you had to admit it to yourself, you’re really enjoying the hotel now.

Who knew that after a couple months, you’d be a part of this family and can call this place your home, a safe haven even.

Picking up your caddy of cleaning supplies and a broom, you head to your last assignment of the night.

You’re not exactly sure why this room needed to be cleaned today - it doesn’t look half bad. Some dusting here and there along with a good sweep should do it. So, you begin.

“Top to bottom!” Alastors static voice rings through your head. He’s been a great deal of help ever since you’ve been living here, guiding you through cleaning, exercises that Charlie and Vaggie have you do, taking large items from your arms to carry for you and putting things away for you… to think of it, he’s always been around. A hum and smile catches your lips. It’s nice to finally feel important, to have friends by your side.

Thoroughly, you wipe down the desk, the wardrobe, re-fluff the pillows and bedding, clean the mirror and now it’s time for the floors, just like you were taught.

Making a pile of dust in the middle of the room, you begin to sweep underneath the furniture the best you can. However, this bed is ginormous, the broom won’t slide to the places you need them to. Not like you can move the bed on your own anyways, but this job needs to be done. You hate half-assing shit.

Getting down on your hands and knees, you take a look at what's beneath the bed and see a large wadded up dust bunny, right in the center.

Fuck.

The beds high enough off the ground that you could fit right? Just shimmy right under there and grab it. Then you’ll be done for the night.

Laying your belly flat on the floor, you wiggle your way underneath the bed, stretching your arm outward to grab the dust bunny- just a little closer-

You slide yourself inch by inch until your right sleeve snags on the spring.

“Oh shoot-” You mumble, trying to pull your arm out of the spring, but it’s useless. You try to slide backwards out from underneath the bed, but it's got you in its hold. Removing your shirt is useless too as it's a button up, and it’s tight fitting- the fabric is thick, you can’t rip it for the life of you.

You grunt, wiggling your legs to try to free yourself to no avail. This is hopeless. You tug and twist, trying all the angles you can to let yourself free.

You’re so occupied that you don't even notice the figure standing at the doorway, ears at attention, head cocked to the side dressed in a cheshire grin that only grows as he watches you struggle.

“Ah! What do we have here? I thought I heard something.” That familiar radio voice fills the room and has you stilling.

“Oh, Alastor, thank god you’re here. I’m stuck, my sleeve is caught on somet-”

“My dear, I do see that you’re in quite the predicament.”

Quite the predicament indeed.

“Yes, can you help me? I can’t move much,” you say, voice muffled under the bed. Tugging your arm roughly against the metal.

“It would be my pleasure, darling.” He hums, “Just relax, dear, or you’ll ruin your uniform if you keep doing that. Although, you could use sewing lessons.”

You still again, not wanting to rip your shirt.

His cane taps the floor before the wooden door to the room softly shuts with a click.

“No need to worry, I’m here to help, my dear. Though you were making such a ruckus I thought something more serious happened to you.”

The radio demon drags his gaze from your shoes, up your legs, the bottom of your skirt and then up to your waist, where the top half of your body is underneath the bed.

“You’re not usually up this late.” He comments.

“Was just trying to clean this room, it was the last thing on my list,” you slump, forehead resting on your free arm.

Alastor’s ear twitches. “Well, let me help you get out of here so you can rest your pretty little head in bed.”

You sign in relief, expecting the demon to snap his fingers to free you in an instant. But nothing comes.

You wait a few more seconds, “Alastor?”

He doesn’t give a response.

“Did you leave? I really don’t want to be stuck here all nig-”

A foot kicks your right foot wide, then your left. Embarrassment creeps up your neck and you're quick to shut your legs together before your skirt exposes you. You hear a thud behind you and in the next second, hands wrapping around your ankles to force your legs open again.

“I don’t need to help you, dear. I could leave you here all night or even a week,” Alastor’s claws glide up your leg, and with a quick movement, your tights rip as your calf. “Do as I instruct.”

“You’re sure this will h-”

He tugs roughly at your ankles again, jerking you back as your sleeve pulls at your arm even more now. “Do as I instruct. I won’t repeat myself again.” The static in his voice roars for a moment.

So you go limp. You’re at the complete mercy of the radio demon.

Alastors eyes are dark and completely fixated on your body. He lifts a brow, “What a pleasure tonight to see you so helpless. Is that what you feel right now?” He cocks his head to the side, “hopeless and unable to move, my dear? Does it scare you? It seems dark under there.”

His knuckles skim your legs clad with sheer tights, up and up until he reaches the bottom on your skirt, now exposing just a peek of your ass. Alastors smile wrinkles, exposing his gums. He’s absolutely delighted with the treat you gave him tonight.

His fingers gently lift the skirt over your ass, exposing your panties.

“Red? Oh dear, that’s my favorite color! Did you wear these just for me tonight? Darling, I’m flattered.”

“Alastor-” you gasp. Was he toying with you? Does he think this is funny? The tangy taste of mortification swells in your throat. You’re too afraid to move, you just pray he doesn’t hurt you. Everything about this is surprising you, he’s never acted out of sorts before.

Your thoughts are silenced as Alastor rips a hole in the tights between your legs, and with a flick of his clawed pinky, your panties are torn in half as well.

“Wait,” you whisper.

The air in the room bites at your now exposed cunt, making you shutter. Your legs twitch, begging to be closed, but Alastor drags a knuckle against your slick opening. He ignores your soft plea.

“Everyone is sound asleep right now, I think it’s safe to say that you’re lucky I came to your rescue! What would you do if I wasn't so devoted to this hotel?” He coos, body hovering over your legs.

To your surprise, a finger traces soft little circles at your bundle of nerves. Despite how uncomfortable the position you’re in right now, your body is responding so well to Alastor. It’s confusing. It’s a complete shock, you never thought your friend who’s helped you this whole time-

He hums as you ever-so-slightly grind your hips to the movements he's making at your clit. Pleasure washes over your body, giving into him. You don’t know if it’s out of fear or out of pleasure. You’re melting into him, despite what your brain thinks.

“You’d be, well,” his finger plunges deep into your pussy, “stuck! Ha ha!” He laughs as you gasp out loud by the intrusion.

His finger curls inside you, taking small but deep pumps inside you. You feel another finger knocking against your clit with every thrust. He takes his time at first, one hand gripping the flesh at the back of your thigh, as the other slowly quickens his pace to assault your cunt.

“A beautiful sight.” He hums.

You buck into him, following his movement, as you cover your mouth with your arm. The room echoes with the sound of your wetness clicking. With every movement he makes on you, you're terrified of making the slightest noise, not knowing how he’d handle you then.

“Hm, you’re too quiet down there, my dear. Am I not making you feel good?” He removes his finger from you painfully quick, making you feel empty in an instant. Unsure of what he wants, you open your mouth to begin answering him until a slick finger forces its way into your mouth.

“This stays uncovered, you hear me? I need every person in this hotel to hear you break.” He taps the inside of your cheek. “Suck.”

Your lips suck your own juices off his finger, making a mess of yourself as spit covers his hand that covers the rest of your face. Pulling his finger out of your mouth, he finds real estate under your hip, guiding your waist so your ass is up and fully exposed to him.

Alastor’s ears twitch before they lay flat against his head. He doesn’t make haste unbuckling his belt and taking himself out of his pants as he’s completely fixated upon your glistening cunt. He exposes himself just enough to free his cock. Patience is a virtue, but he needs you- now.

“I’m going to fucking breed you.” His voice glitches loud in your ears even though he’s not under here with you. Giving himself one-two-three pumps, his other hand snakes under to your belly, keeping you in this exposed position for him. Just for him.

In one quick thrust, his entire cock fills you to the brim. He’s stretched you in an instant, and you gasp for air. The muggy, dusty air underneath this bed fills your lungs. With the way Alastor’s hands never leave your body causes a fire under your skin makes you hazy. Every second, every pinch, grab and knead, his hands are there, burning into you, never giving you a break.

Your face feels flushed and your body is melting. It’s getting difficult to breathe. Every part of your body wants to split apart and Alastor doesn’t take a second to let you adjust. Reeling his hips back slowly only to thrust inside you again.

“Hmph- oh god-” You whimper for the first time. And this is absolute music to Alastor’s ears- once he hears you whimpering, his claws dig into the flesh of your ass.

“Who knew that you’d be the perfect toy for me? You’re fitting me so well!”

Moans slip past your lip as his thrusts pick up to a pace that’s painfully deep now, fucking into you faster and faster. Your slick makes it so easy to slide his cock in and out, all the way out to the tip and plunging to the hilt. It drives him haywire.

“Seeing you at the mercy of me is such a pleasure. And you can’t do anything! Ha ha!”

The knot in your belly tightens. Your walls clamp down onto his cock and as if Alastor knows, his hand snakes down to your clit.

“This right here feels better when I do this, yes?” His eyes burn into your back and you feel it without even seeing him. You give him a whimper of a yes.

His fingers are firm and circle around your nerves with a fast rhythm. Your mouth slacks open as your eyebrows furrow.

The smile on Alastors face grows wider as his antlers protrude out of his head. His body grows bigger, taking half of his demon form and using that strength to thrust violently into you. His eyes are mesmerized at the way your skin jiggles with every pump of his cock.

Your moans grow louder for him, “Alastor, please,” you beg.

As if he knew what you needed, his fingers pressed against your clit more, his body towering over the lower half of your form, “Give yourself to me, cum.”

With that, the tightness in your belly releases with a flash of white blurring your visions. You repeat his name like a mantra, unable to say anything else, hips unintentionally grinding into him as you ride out your high. Alastor continues to fuck you through your orgasm, but he needs more.

“Such a lovely, good girl you are. Now-” With one quick movement, Alaster pulls you roughly backwards, with no resistance from the spring at all now. He must’ve removed it…

Your face drags along the floor and you’re quickly turned on your back.

“No time for comfortability now darling, I’m going to fill you right here.” He places a chaste kiss on your forehead. You drag your gaze up to the demon, whose eyes are blown wide. His snarl is unhinged as he looks down at you. Antlers almost as wide as this room now tower over your form. With a growl, Alastor presses your knees to your chest as he swiftly plunges his cock back into you. Your face lolls to the side, but you keep his stare through wet, thick lashes.

“That look on your face brings me such pleasure, sweet girl.”

His clawed hand wraps around your jaw, forcing eye contact as his thrusts are becoming sloppy.

“I’m going to breed you so deep,” he promises, “that imps all the way in the Sloth Ring will smell me on you.” Smoke engulfs the room. Alastor’s eyes hold that promise and glow.

“Who owns you?” He glitches, voice so deep it rumbles the hotel.

He gives a sharp thrust as the grip on your jaw tightens- a warning.

“Y-you, Alastor! Yours, ‘m all yours.” You babble through blurry eyes, your body experiencing euphoria all because of him. The demon's shadow crawl up the wall behind him, exposing sharp teeth and hollow eyes.

“Mine.” He growls.

With both hands shooting down and bruising your waist, Alastor thrusts one last time to the hilt and fills you up. His cock pulses deep inside you kissing your cervix, cum painfully filling you up before oozing down along his shaft.

After a moment, he pulls out to admire his work. His eyes burn into your pussy as cum drips out of your cunt and pools on the floor.

“Stunning.” He hums. His fingers come up to pull apart your pussy, watching every drop of cum spill out of you.

“You look ravishing, dear.” Alastor moves over you, hands gently clasping around your head. You return his stare. His eyes are back to normal now with no antlers to be seen.

“I’m afraid that once I’ve had a taste, I cannot stop.” His thumb traces your jaw. “Good thing you belong to me now, darling.”

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✨Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Headcanons✨

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI

Sub/Switch and you know I'm right! He loves when you call the shots

In a more dominant role, he's extremely gentle, makes sure you're okay throughout

Kissing is a must with him, he loves the feeling of your lips! Your make out sessions could go on for a while

He explores your body with his hands as much as he can, touching every single inch of you. He loves your thighs and stomach the most, but he can never resist groping your tits and burying his face in them

It's extremely important to both of you that you're having fun and laughing, you love being silly together when doing the deed <3

Loves pet names!! For you, it's "(my) love", "sweetheart", "duckling", and "angel". For him, he likes to be called "baby", "good boy", and "Luci"

Loves marking you as his, be it hickies or gentle scratches, he loves knowing you're his (bites down on your neck and shoulder A LOT)

EXTREMELY SENSITIVE, this man gets hard from the slightest of touches! He gets embarrassed but you love it!

Around a 7-7.5 inch cock when hard, normal girth but veiny!

WILL EAT YOU OUT FOR HOURS!! I'm talking non-stop cunnilingus, he loves the taste of you and he loves you bringing you to multiple orgasms! Your moans turn him on to an unhealthy degree

Definitely more of a giver but will never turn down a blowjob from you, he gets SUPER red in the face when you look up at him while you suck him off

He's not extremely kinky but is willing to try most things at least once if you bring it up!

When subbing, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, using him as you please.

Even with his sensitivity, he loves being edged, not being allowed to cum until you say so. He thrives on being brought to the edge only for you to stop moving and have him beg for you to let him cum (his whimpers are EVERYTHING)

He's very vocal! No just with his moans and whimpers, but he loves talking to you in the heat of the moment, king of whispering sweet nothings; "you feel so good, my angel", "my little duckling"

Pegging!!! He's scared to admit at first, but when he opens up about it, you're more than happy to oblige

Always has you cum first, making you feel good is the most important thing to him

When he thrusts into you, it always starts at a slow and gentle pace, only picking up speed when he's close to an orgasm

You always know when he's about to cum, he scrunches his face real tight and his breathing becomes very labored, your name is the only thing he can say

CREAMPIES BABY, all day every day, absolutely loves cumming inside you! He thinks it's super hot when you swallow his cum too

He has a very high sex drive when it comes to you, you could have multiple rounds a day and he's still want more of you!

Aftercare is everything! Cuddles are his favorite, he could be the big spoon or little spoon, depending on how he feels

He loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, peppering kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder, NEEDS to hold your hand and interlock your fingers

But he also loves being held, especially after subbing, he needs a lot of reassurance, he adores when you tell him how much you love him and care for him

Falling asleep in each other's arms is his own version of heaven <3

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Alastor Going Through a Rut

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rut, breeding kink, possessiveness, biting, masturbation, rough sex

A/N: I keep thinking, he's aroace, but a deer demon so could go through mating season, how would he handle it? This is what my brain came up with.

Nothing annoys Alastor more then going through a rut

When it first started happening it nearly drove him insane

He doesn't normally have a need for these activities so it hits him especially hard

Locks himself up in his bedroom to ride this out on his own

Doesn't want to be seen by anyone when he's like this, when he's not in control of himself and can't resist grabbing his cock and stroking it to release

Release that doesn't help and actually feels worse for him since he began dating you

Only asks you for help when he can't take it anymore

Usually he's in control of himself when having sex, but when he's in a rut there's nothing about him that's gentle or slow

Is careful not to sink his claws into you, instead he will put scratch marks into the wall he fucks you against or tears the sheets and the bed while rutting into you from behind

Sinners can't have kids but he still talks about it

He still finishes inside you every time in the hopes that just maybe, somehow you'll be able to have a kid

Leaves so many bitemarks on you, by the time you get out of his room you'd need to cover every inch below your jaw to avoid those bitemarks from getting seen

Alastor has a lot more stamina then usual when he's in a rut

He gets extremely possessive over you, even stepping out of the bedroom for some air and friendly company he still glares and snarls at those who get too close to his mate

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What You Need To Know About Dating Alastor

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: fluff, slight smut, crack(?), established relationship, kissing, protectiveness, cuddles, personal space, dating, flirting, dancing

A/N: Kind of a joke but also no really this guy is really something else.

Be ready to get jumped on the regular because you're seen as his weakness but also ready to have his shadow demons around you at all time

Doesn't know what personal space is and won't bother to learn

Hates being touched, he needs to approach you first

A real gentleman if ever there was one in Hell

Expect very classy dates

He is an attention whore, the only kind of whore he will ever be

Openly flirty once you start dating

If you don't know how to dance you better learn because there will be a lot of that

Very shady, may have stalked you home to make sure you get there safe but acts all innocent

Kisses you on the lips very rarely, mostly on your hand

Prefers to cuddle and read rather then anything sexual unless he's extremely pent up in which case be ready to stay up all night

Almost every outing ends up bloody sooner or later

You never have worry about your soul because it's already his

Knows a lot of random trivia from all the papers he's read

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Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Ms. Sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ

Warning: Smut (+18 minors DNI), slightperv!eddie, DDLG Themes, Dom!Eddie x shyFem!Reader.(𝖼𝗐:p in v, cockwarming if you squint, bondage, spit kink, cum eating, unprotected seggs(wrap it before you tap it pls)

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖬𝗌. 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂��𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇.

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖦𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖱𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍.

𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾.

“ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌?” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“ 𝖴𝗁- 𝗎𝗆- 𝗇𝗈..𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗒𝖾𝗌! 𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝖨-𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖦𝗈𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺?! 𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄-𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾.

“ 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇.

“ 𝖭-𝗇𝗈. 𝖴𝗆, 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽.

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖶𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆?

𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄.

“ 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅-”

“ 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖭𝗈! 𝖭𝗈, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗒- 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌

“ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇...𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.

𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌.

“ 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑, 𝗀𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.

” 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗎𝗁𝗆, 𝖨...” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, “ 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝗒𝗈𝗎...𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾...𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌..𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾?”

𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄. 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒.

“ 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“ 𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. ” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗂𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“ You give me a call, and we'll go on that date you want, alright sweets?” He asked, finishing writing his number on your arm.

“ O-Okay.” You smiled a bit making his heart melt while watching you walk away.

And that's how it started.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌, 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍.

𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖬𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖳-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒.

“ 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅?” 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾'𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾.

Y𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

“ 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇’, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“ 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.

“ 𝖸𝖾𝗌.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, “ 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾...𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖤𝖽𝗌.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇.

𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.

“ 𝖭𝗈! 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾- 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍, 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾!”

𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.

“ 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍, “ ‘𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌.”

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖾��𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉.

“ 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

“ 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖤𝖽𝗌. 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒, 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖻 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽.

𝖠 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝘴𝘰 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾.

“ 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖨- 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝖼𝗎𝗆? 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝖣𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎- 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁.

𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒.

“ 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

N𝗈𝗉𝖾.

H𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍. I𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

Y𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉.

H𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖨𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽.

“ S𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍- 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 P𝗈𝗋𝗇 E𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 ��𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

Y𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈.

H𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.

“ 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, don't. ‘m not gonna break if you be a little rough, Eds.”

“ 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖡𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒. 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾?” 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

You 𝗇𝗈𝖽 reassuringly before you take his cock back into your mouth, only this time he grips 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 you both don't even realized how rough he's being with you.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍.

” 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾-” 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, “ 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎?”

“ Y𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾.

𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖼𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒.

“ M’𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗌 ‘P𝗂𝗇𝗄’ 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? B𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈. ‘P𝗂𝗇𝗄’ 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 S𝗍𝗈𝗉, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽?” H𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽.

“ W𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.” H𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌.

“ Y𝖾𝗌, S𝗂𝗋. I 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽. ” Y𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

Y𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗒.

H𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍. O𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. H𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾.

T𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. T𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗆?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇.

“ 𝖠𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.

𝖮𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“ 𝖸𝖾𝗌! 𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗋. ‘𝖬 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗓𝗓𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖤𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

“ 𝖤𝖽𝗌?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍.

“ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌!” 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, “ 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇’, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌? 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

“ 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

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The Eggnog Effect

Nicomund the Red | Santa Claus x F!Reader

Summary: You passed out on your friend's couch and wake up to find Santa Claus leaving a gift for your godchild.

WC: 6.2k // Explicit 🔞

Warnings: Christmas smut, bad jokes and cheesy wordplays

For @roguesandsaviors who's love for David Harbour triggered me into trying my hand at writing smut for someone else than Jon 😁

Also on AO3

You frowned as you slowly woke up, wondering about the small tinkling sound that got you out of your slumber in the first place. Cracking one eye open, you tried to make out your immediate surroundings, but your face was smushed into a pillow. A throw pillow, to be more precise.

Ever since the birth of your godchild, your best friend and husband had started asking you to spend Christmas Eve with them. How could you say no to witnessing the kid’s eyes growing big with wonder after discovering the presents lying underneath the Christmas tree?

Usually, though, you spent the night in the guest bedroom and not on the living room couch. You berated yourself for the sore neck you were likely getting from the sleeping position and grumbling internally about the long hours spent at work today that resulted in your exhaustion when you heard that noise again.

Blinking and opening both eyes now, you glimpsed some movement to the side of the couch, where you knew the Christmas tree to be. As you twisted to your back, your eyes caught onto something red and large and…

“Oh God, I really need to leave off the eggnog next time… I’m actually seeing Santa now,” you groaned and quickly rubbed over your tired eyes.

Except that there was that tinkling again, more agitated, which made you open your eyes once more only to be met by the sight of a large man standing stock still just a few feet away from you. His wide eyes stared at you with a mix of panic and annoyance.

“Oh shit,” you breathed as realization sank in, and you understood that your brain wasn’t playing tricks on you but that there was a stranger in the house and… You opened your mouth to scream, but the man was on you in a fraction of a second. A large palm covered the entire lower half of your face and stopped you from uttering any sound, while the other hand held the man up on the armrest under your head.

“Shhh,” he hissed, his eyes lifting to the entrance of the living room to check if anyone was coming, before they bore into yours.

Oddly enough, and maybe it was still the eggnog talking, you didn’t try to fight, despite the way his large frame loomed over you. You didn’t move at all, actually, as you met his gaze. The only thought going through your mind was, oh, he’s got blue eyes. You stayed in the same position for several more seconds, his eyes never leaving yours as he assessed the situation. Realizing that you weren’t going to out him, the man slowly removed his hand from you and stood. You stayed where you were, observing him curiously; the white blond curly beard and hair under an askew red and white cap, the deep red leather coat lined with white fur spanning over a wide chest and shoulders, a pair of shiny, black boots. Everything about him screamed Santa Claus, but he was also nothing like the various men playing Santa in malls and other places. Those other Santas had also never elicited such a strong response from your body, either.

“Who are you?” you breathed, mindful to keep your voice down, when really, the question should have been what are you doing here? Or, what do you want?

“Who do you think I am?” he grumbled, while you watched him glare at a small bag and rummage around in it with a frustrated expression.

Your eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when the man thrust his whole arm into the bag, and it just vanished inside, which should have been impossible given how tiny the bag was compared to his arm.

“Where the fuck is it?”

“I didn’t know that Santa swears,” you snorted at the absolutely crazy sight in front of you.

“He does when the presents aren’t where they’re fucking meant to be,” he muttered, before his face turned into a satisfied grin. “Aha.” His arm slowly came back out, followed by a large, neatly wrapped present.

You blinked in rapid succession as you took in the size of the present and the size of the bag again. Yup, something was definitely up. A bicycle, for a five-year-old or not, would never fit in that bag if something… You snorted to yourself as the word magical ran through your mind. Don’t be ridiculous, you thought to yourself. But then the man pulled out an actual scroll of parchment, which started to glow as he pulled it apart. Sitting up, you stared at the man as he scanned the contents of the scroll with a thoughtful look.

“What’s that? Your naughty and nice list?” you sniggered, while pulling your legs under you on the couch and letting your eyes drift over him appreciatively.

“Mmhm,” he replied absently, seemingly looking for something in particular.

Your eyebrows rose in surprise at his easy admittance, before you began laughing under your breath.

“Tell me, Santa. Am I on your naughty list?” You leaned your head against your palm and rested your elbow on the armrest, smirking as you drawled the word naughty.

“Nope,” he answered instantly, while your flirty expression went completely unseen since he still didn’t look at you.

You frowned curiously at his reply and tilted your head to one side before slowly getting up and approaching him. This, at least, seemed to catch his attention because his eyes snapped to you as soon as you moved. He watched you with a slight frown. Curious.

“You sure?” you grinned.

This was all absolutely crazy. There was a fucking stranger in your friends’ house, pretending to be Santa and looking damn fine in that role, yet here you were, flirting outrageously with him anyway, when flirting usually felt awkward to you. The eggnog definitely was at play here.

He chuckled and said your name. Your full name, which had you stopping dead in your tracks as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“You’ve never been on the naughty list once,” he finished with a shrug.

“How… Who…”

How could he know your name? If he were a burglar, he’d probably only know your friends’ names since they were on the mailbox. He could have looked them up and seen your name popup in your best friend’s feeds on social media, but to what end? He’d just left a goddamn bike for your godchild instead of taking something. And that bag? That wasn’t a trick.

The man sighed deeply. “Adults,” he muttered, before thinking for a second. “Do you remember what you wished for on Christmas when you were eight?”

Taken aback by the question, you frowned and thought for a second before memories hit you, and you nodded as you opened your mouth to reply. Except that he said the same thing as you did at the exact same time as you. You took in a sharp breath of surprise. How could he know that? It was far too specific to be a random guess. Only if…

“So what are you going to do when you leave? Pull a Men In Black and wipe my memory or something?” You crossed your arms with a chuckle as your brain accepted the crazy truth.

He snorted and shrugged. “Trust me, the very few people who have actually seen me have never talked about me. And if they did,” he trailed off with another meaningful shrug that clearly said, who’s gonna believe them?

You nodded faintly at his logic. He wasn’t wrong.

“I’m curious, though… What’s your actual name? Santa? Kris? Nick?” You headed to where your godchild had left the cookies and milk and picked up the plate with the cookies. You chose one for yourself and offered one to… Santa.

He took a cookie but didn’t look away from you, his head shaking in amusement a second later.

“Really? Of all the things you could ask, that’s what you wanna know?”

You shrugged and bit off a piece of cookie, the man doing the same before he glanced down at it with an appreciative sound and nod, then looked into your expectant face again.

“You can call me whatever you want. The list is pretty long.”

“But none of them are correct,” you surmised, watching him reach for the milk glass and taking a large gulp. “How about… Daddy Christmas?”

You had to hold back your loud laugh as he sprayed his mouthful all over his front at your words. He tried to cough as silently as he could and shot you a death glare as you stood there with a satisfied grin on your face.

“Am I on the naughty list yet?”

His nostrils flared as he wiped crumbs and milk off his beard and coat before he stalked over towards you until he was in your face.

“You should be more careful with what you wish for, girl,” he growled, yet instead of feeling threatened, you felt more than turned on.

“Oh? What are you gonna do? Give me your big lump of coal?” you breathed, loving how big and tall he was.

Santa blinked at you once, twice, then burst into laughter, which had you smiling broadly.

“Gotta admit, this was a new one.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but something chimed close by, which had him checking his watch. “Fuck!”

Picking up two other cookies, he headed towards the fireplace and lifted a finger to his nose, sparks firing as he did so, but then he looked back at you.

“Nicomund,” he said softly, which had your eyes widen at the revelation of his name.

He smiled and pressed his gloved finger against his nose.

“Merry Christmas.”

He was gone in a swish of golden sparks a second later.

One year later

Dressed in a festive pair of pajamas, you yawed widely as you looked at the clock sitting in the midst of Christmas decorations on the mantelpiece. You stretched your arms over your head and shook your head to try fending the sleepiness off.

You were back at your friends’ house and sitting on the same couch as last year. Last year, when you’d met the actual Santa Claus. You’d spent weeks doing research on the origins of Christmas, yet none of the results had been conclusive in any form. You’d guessed that people truly didn’t usually see him like he’d told you. After a while, you almost wanted to believe that the whole thing had only been a dream, coming from too much eggnog and sleep-deprivation. Except that he’d given you his name. Nicomund. You couldn’t have dreamed that up. The name had actually given you some vague results as you’d given it in. Nicomund the Red, a former viking warrior. Who was supposed to have lived over a thousand years ago. Considering what you’d witnessed, you didn’t even think it that farfetched that they could be one and the same person. The way he’d talked had clearly hinted at the fact that he’d been doing this for a very long time. He knew who you were. Even as a child. Yet, he didn’t look older than his late forties or early fifties.

As much as you enjoyed loosing yourself in fantasies in books and so on, you considered yourself as a pragmatic person in real life. You liked facts and magic, while a fun concept, had never seemed like something real. And yet… After what you’d seen…

That’s why you wanted to stay awake on Christmas Eve. Prove that you hadn’t actually dreamed everything up. And you might have also wanted to see him again, just because. It was ridiculous. You hadn’t been able to go on a date the whole past year, Nicomund popping up in your head at random times. The way you’d felt attracted to him had left you reeling. He’d been in full Santa gear, yet all you’d been able to see were his blue eyes, his large frame and drawling deep voice, the combination lighting your entire body up.

Your eyes drifted to the clock again, watching the time slowly approach one in the morning. Resting your head against the couch, you closed your eyes and sighed. A very comfortable bed was waiting for you just down the hall, and your body wanted nothing more than to sink into it and sleep after the long day you’d had again. But what if you missed him? Your fingers curled around a folded up piece of paper resting on your lap. Just in case, you’d written him a note, requesting him to wake you up if you were to fall asleep. With your eyes still closed, you smirked to yourself at the few lines you’d written. Maybe you could tell him yourself later. You would open your eyes in a second. You were just resting them a bit.

Weren’t you supposed to be asleep for Santa to show up?

The next thing you heard was a loud and excited scream coming from close by, having you jerk awake in your bed… Bed? Sitting up quickly, you realized that you were lying in the guest bedroom. When had you moved there? The last thing you remembered was that you’d been sitting on the couch and fiddling with the note. The thought of the note had you looking all around yourself and the floor, yet there was nothing there. Quickly getting up and slipping into a pair of warm slippers, you almost ran to the living room to look for the note. The only thing you found was your godchild gushing about the presents sitting under the tree, your friends standing around him with broad smiles.

“Merry Christmas,” they called at nearly the same time as they saw you walk in.

Tearing your eyes away from the couch and the floor, you schooled your features into a bright smile and replied in kind, hugging the couple and then kneeling to do the same to their kid. You helped rip into the wrappings and forced yourself to focus on what was going on around you.

As the day went on, you never found the note, but you were still absolutely certain that Nicomund had been the one to get you into bed. You might have been exhausted, but you would have remembered it if you’d gotten up to go to bed on your own. Disappointment shot through you at the realization that you wouldn’t get the chance to see him again until the next year. If at all.

Later that same day, you had dinner with your family, which served to take your mind off things for several hours. It wasn’t until later that night and once you’d returned to your place well after midnight and gotten ready for bed, that you sighed dejectedly again. In your pajamas and leaning against the counter of the open kitchen that looked into the living room, you slowly sipped water from a glass when your fireplace made a sputtering noise. Frowning, you put the glass down behind you and walked into the living room, only to yelp in surprise when golden sparks appeared and formed into the shape of a man a few feet away from you.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, eyes wide and heart racing.

Nicomund met your gaze and smirked at your gobsmacked expression.

“Merry Christmas,” he rumbled.

Your mouth moved silently as your eyes slowly took in his appearance. Gone were the red coat and hat, instead he was wearing a loose, off-white colored shirt and had his hair pulled up in a messy bun, showing off more of his handsome face. The V in the shirt’s neckline revealed the beginning of circular tattoos with what appeared to be runes. All the air rushed out of your lungs at the whole sight. He definitely wasn’t Santa right now, meaning that it really wasn’t the outfit that did it for you, since you were getting even more turned on than the previous year.

“What are you doing here?” you croaked, your mind having a hard time realizing that he was standing in your living room. “Christmas is over.”

“It is, yeah… I thought you wanted to see me.” He put his bare hands into the pockets of his red pants and tilted his head at you.

Your eyebrows lifted at that. “Why didn’t you wake me up then?” you muttered, pursing your lips slightly.

“Not enough time,” he answered easily, eyeing you slowly.

“For what?” you breathed, swallowing at the way he was staring at you. The way he'd said it hinted at more than just him running behind schedule.��

“I got your note,” he said instead, and pulled the neatly folded paper out of one of his pockets, scanning it lazily after unfolding it. “You got real creative.” He lifted his gaze to yours briefly, the eye contact and implications of his words having heat rushing to your face.

Biting over your bottom lip and taking strength in the knowledge that he came to find you once he’d been done with delivering presents, you grinned at him cheekily.

“You said that I was never on your naughty list, so I figured that I could get a reward for having been such a good girl over the years.”

You took a step closer to him, seeing him watching you attentively, expression unreadable.

“And that’s what you had in mind?” His eyes went back to your note. “Dear Santa, I’ve been particularly good this year. Please let me play with your Christmas ornaments and suck on your candy cane. And while Santa Claus is coming to town, I’ll be sure to show how good I can go to town on Santa Claus. And please don’t forget to stuff my Christmas stockings with your big present. Hoe, hoe, hoe, Merry Christmas.”

Hearing him read the note out loud in that husky drawl had all the heat from your face rushing down your body. You couldn’t even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at your silly wordplay, especially when you could see the corner of his mouth pulling up as he read, while his voice deepened by the end. His eyes lifted to yours once he was done, before he let them travel over your body. Slowly, taking all of you in, his blue eyes dark in the half light cast by the living room lamp. Your lips parted as soft pants left your mouth, your heart rate picking up at his intense perusal.

“May I have my Christmas present now?” you breathed after taking a step closer and leaving you only a few inches away from him.

He huffed out an amused laugh, but you didn’t miss the way he lightly leaned towards you, his large chest moving up and down faster.

“Show me how good you can be,” he rumbled, as he let go of the note, which fluttered to the floor.

As you reached for his face with one of your hands, you caught his surprised expression when your fingers gently ran along his bearded jaw and towards the back of his head to pull him towards your mouth. Considering the low sound he made as your lips met, he had nothing against kissing, he seemed more surprised by your gentle touch, that you wanted more than just something frenzied and fast. But you did want. Corny and over the top sexual Christmas wordplay aside, you really wanted the man. All of him.

Slipping your tongue along his while slightly pulling at his hair, Nicomund growled and pushed into you, his hands moving into action as they travelled around your waist and down to your ass. His beard tickled deliciously around your mouth as he kissed you back fiercely. The first physical proof of his arousal pressed against you, making your breath catch at the size you could feel. Taking a step back away from him, you quickly found his eyes as you sunk to your knees before him. Nicomund’s breath came in short pants as his dark eyes watched you lifting your hands to the fastenings of his red pants. You took your time pulling the golden buttons from their respective holes, while you could see his erection straining the fabric just below. After you were done, you tugged the pants and underwear down enough to reveal his length. Unable to keep your eyes away, you finally looked at his gorgeous cock, proudly standing away from his body, the head red and shiny with pre-come.

“As red as Rudolf’s nose,” you muttered lightly, almost to yourself, except that Nicomund heard every word.

“Fuck, you’re terrible. Don’t make me change my mind,” he grumbled, sounding between amused and exasperated.

Slipping out of the top half of your pajamas to reveal your breasts, you glanced up at him with a smirk.

“You really wanna stop, Daddy Christmas?” you teased, right before leaning forward to lick up a long stripe from the base to the top of his cock.

His body went rigid at the touch, while he groaned. Suddenly, one of his hands was in your hair, the fingers sliding against your scalp and moving your head up, so you had no choice but to look at him. A long moan slipped free from you at the treatment, which had Nicomund grinning in satisfaction.

“You’re not really being a good girl right now, y’know. Bein’ a lil tease and all. Thought you wanted to show me how good you can be.” His voice was low and washed over you in a delicious wave, stoking your lust further.

Nodding instead of replying verbally, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue peek out in invitation. Nicomund hummed, pleased, and guided you towards his cock.

“There we go,” he rasped, as he slowly slid over your tongue, stretching your lips with his girth.

Once he was as far as you could manage without gagging, he stopped moving. His hand remained in your hair, but he neither pushed nor pulled, waiting for you to decide what to do next. You kept him like this for as long as was comfortable before you slowly drew back and gently suckled over the head, while you wrapped your fingers around him. Nicomund groaned as you angled his cock up for you to tongue and suck under the head, teasing the sensitive nerves. You took your time sucking all over him, savoring the sounds you could get out of him, your body heating whenever he cursed under his breath when you did something he particularly enjoyed.

Listening to his breaths picking up speed and feeling his hips jerking as he got closer to release, you were surprised when he gently removed you off him with the same hand as before. Lifting your head since you had expected – wanted – him to come in your mouth, you gazed at him in confusion. He reached for one of your arms and pulled you to your feet before he was kissing you hungrily. Which you didn’t mind in the slightest, as you folded your arms around his chest to answer in kind, your nipples hardening as they rubbed against the material of his shirt.

“Wanna be inside you,” he admitted roughly, talking against your mouth.

You keened in the back of your throat and nodded fervently. How could you not want that?

“Yes,” you hissed, kissing him deeply.

“Bed?” he rasped, and it took your brain a second to get your body to move.

“Yeah, okay.” You took his hand and pulled him out of the living room and towards your bedroom.

Inside the room, Nicomund drew you back to him for a quick kiss before he bent over to pull down your pajama pants and get them off you. You clutched at his shoulders as he divested you of the clothes.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he ordered, having your move instantly.

You observed him through hooded eyes and pressed your legs together at the tingle of anticipation running through your core as you watched him undress. You would have loved to do it for him, but this gave you the opportunity to let your eyes feast on him as he revealed his tattooed body, the shirt falling to the floor. He was large and strong, but with a softness around his belly that had your fingers prickling with the desire to touch. His hair was a mess of curls, in and out of the hairband holding it back. You expected him to remove the rest of his clothes and stared into his face questioningly when he didn’t, only to realize that he was already watching you. Stepping towards you and making you spread your legs for him to stand between them, Nicomund towered over you as he gazed down at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Thought you might want me to keep them on. So you don’t forget who exactly is fucking you.”

Your whole body heated with lust and embarrassment alike. You wanted to open your mouth to explain that you didn’t have a Santa kink, that you’d never thought of Santa in that way, but after the jokes you’d made, you couldn’t fault him for teasing you about it. Only, you didn’t care who he was. You’d have wanted him the same way had he been the Sandman, or just a normal man as well. And to be honest, having him almost fully clothed while you were naked was also turning you on.

“Is it time for your big present, then?” You bit over your bottom lip as you stared up at him with a hopeful expression.

Chuckling, Nicomund leaned down to your eye level.

“Not yet,” he hedged, and knelt between your legs. “First I gotta get a taste of your…” He thought for a second. “Cookie.”

Your eyes widened at the unexpected wordplay and what it meant. He didn’t give you the time to further react as he grabbed your hips to pull them halfway over the edge of the bed and sink between your legs. You barely had the time to catch yourself with your hands behind you on the bed at the first swipe of his tongue over your wet folds. Crying out at the hotness of his tongue combined with the soft scratching of his beard on your sensitive skin, you fought to keep your eyes open to watch him. Heat ran through you at the way he so clearly took pleasure in eating you out. He took his time doing it too, at first only giving you broad licks that didn’t hold that much strength and mostly served to wind you slowly up as his tongue became more precise. Your eyes fluttered, and you panted once he began using the tip of his tongue to run maddening circles around your exposed clit. As you were getting louder and louder the stronger the pressure of his tongue became, Nicomund suddenly stopped and, instead, focused his attention on your inner thighs, kissing and teasing his beard across your skin. Your legs quivered from the change of pace, and you wanted nothing more than to bring his head back to where it had been. He seemed content to keep torturing you, however, and you knew in that moment that you would be dealing with beard burn the next day.

“Nicomund… please?” you breathed on a whimper, gazing down at him and catching his eye as he looked up at you without stopping his ministrations.

Your expression seemed to trigger something in him because his mouth and tongue were back on your clit in the next second. You had to throw your head back at the explosive pleasure shooting through you as his lips surrounded that little bundle of nerves, and he sucked on it enthusiastically. You screamed in bliss and tangled your fingers in his hair, silently begging him to stay right there. From the way he growled, he had no intention of going anywhere anyway. He pressed his thumbs into your thighs, pushing your legs further open and pulling your folds apart as his mouth ripped more and more delirious sounds from you. As two of his fingers slowly sank into you and curled up to start fucking you, your whole body wrapped over his head, your orgasm hitting you with such intensity that your legs locked against Nicomund’s shoulders.

While you were slowly coming back to yourself, Nicomund kissed his way up your mound, hip and belly, his soft touches making your body shake with more than just the aftershocks, your entire body feeling sensitized. When he reached your stomach, you cupped his head with your hands and leaned down to kiss him deeply. His beard was damp, while his lips still tasted like you, having a new shiver of desire going through you. Nicomund grunted into your mouth as he knelt up, curling one arm around your waist while the other held him up behind your back. Without ever breaking the kiss, he got to his feet and leaned over you until you were almost lying on the bed. You moved up the bed with his help, just enough for him to get his knees on the mattress and pull your legs over his thighs properly. Meanwhile, your hands took their time exploring his body, running all over his back and sides, reveling in his size and comforting weight on top of you. Your fingers encountered a few scares as they went, bringing the reminder of your research back to mind. Only fights and battles could explain the size and placements of some of them. And then there were the tattoos. Santa Claus was an ancient Viking warrior. The concept was absolutely wild, but you put the wayward thought to the side in favor of focusing on the whole man on top of you.

Nicomund lifted his head a few inches and held himself over you to look into your face. He was breathing hard, sweat starting to form at his temples, his eyes traveling between your lips and eyes. You looked at him dazedly and smiled before lifting your head, keeping your eyes open, to press your mouth against his. You repeated the action a few more times, seeing his chest rise and fall faster each time.

“Are you going to make me beg again?” you whispered, your lips grazing his.

He chuckled and stroked a thick thumb over your jaw.

“Please, Santa, pour your milk all over my-”

His mouth crashed into yours, effectively shutting you up, but unable to stop you from giggling.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he growled, shifting on top of you.

“But cookies always need – oh fuck!”

This time, his method was more convincing, as he used your momentarily distraction while you teased him to line up with your entrance and push inside you in one long and powerful slide.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and threw your head back as he had you crying out with each snap of his hips, his length making you feel as full as you’d wished for. Nicomund mouthed around your jawline, grunting into your skin as he thrust into you repeatedly. Leaning your head forward again, you drew his mouth in for an open-mouthed kiss, sucking and biting his bottom lip, trying to give back as much as you could in your position. It seemed to be enough for him, since he slammed into you harder, groaning as you moaned even louder while your inner walls pulsed around him.

“Feel so good,” you moaned, your voice breathy and high-pitched, your legs curling over his thighs as extreme pleasure unfurled inside you again.

“Fuck,” he gritted out roughly, staring down at you with burning eyes. “You gonna come for me again?”

You nodded. “Please? Nicomund… Please!”

You couldn’t get enough of the feeling of this man on top of you, making you feel needy like never before. With his large frame, glistening with sweat and strong arms holding him up at your sides as his hips drove you higher and higher, piercing blue eyes roving over your face.

“Yeah, come on, go ahead. Been such a good girl for me. Such a good-”

His words cut off as you exploded around him at the praise, a long wail of ecstasy coming through your mouth, before you pulled his mouth back onto yours for a desperate kiss. After several more thrusts, Nicomund groaned as one of his hands shifted to your hair and formed a fist in it. He tugged at it to expose your jaw to breathe against it as he fucked in and out of you at a fast pace. Still overwhelmed by your second orgasm, you let him move you the way he needed and only linked your arms tightly around his shoulders, small, pleasured whimpers leaving you. When he came, his whole body shuddered over yours, his hips jerking repeatedly as he emptied himself inside you with a long groan.

Neither of you moved as you simply rested for a few minutes, savoring the afterglow while you gently combed your fingers through his hair.

“Mmh… this was definitely worth waiting a whole year for,” you mumbled sleepily, the long day catching up to you at last.

Nicomund chuckled warmly and raised his head from where it had been resting against your shoulder. You grinned up at him and stroked your fingers along his beard before letting them trail down his shoulders, your eyes following their path, as he moved further up.

“Nicomund the Red,” you muttered quietly, swirling an index over a circular tattoo on his chest. They were all gorgeous and reached down to both of his arms.

You felt him go still under your hands and met his stunned gaze. You smiled softly, keeping up your exploration.

“I like research,” you explained with a small shrug. “Didn’t find much, really, but I couldn’t…” You looked away from his face.

“Couldn’t what?” he asked in a quiet rumble.

“You read the note, Nicomund… I didn’t start thinking about writing it only yesterday,” you hedged.

This was as much as you wanted to reveal about how often you’d thought about him this past year. Sure, you’d been attracted to him from the get go and had fun with all the wordplay, but you’d also been genuinely intrigued by him.

Nicomund didn’t say anything for a beat, but then shifted your bodies until he was slipping out of you and rolling you to your side to face him.

He cleared his throat. “Well… I was kinda wondering if you’d be at your friends’ again.”

You uttered a small, happy laugh at his admittance and closed your eyes. The feeling only lasted a moment as you realized that he wouldn’t be staying, however. Nicomund was still Santa Claus, for crying out loud. Your smile turned sad as you fully realized that this couldn’t go anywhere. Opening your eyes and staring at his chest, you kept tracing the tattoos quietly, thinking.

“Will you come back next year?” you finally brought yourself to ask, your eyes still downcast.

A warm palm stroked over your jaw and tilted your head up to meet warm blue eyes.

“Only if you stay off the naughty list,” he said, going for humor to lift the suddenly heavier mood, but his smile was slightly off.

You couldn’t help but snort anyway and gave him a small smile, the implications of his comment clear. You’d always been on the nice list, so surely…

“No promises,” you whispered, having him huffing out a small laugh this time, while his fingers ran along the back of your neck in a wonderfully soothing way.

Your eyes slowly fell close, your fingers stopping their path on his skin as his touch lulled you to sleep. You were completely unable to fight it and soon, the last thing you felt were soft lips on your forehead.

With no surprise, you were alone the next morning.

One week later.

Two hours past the new year, after your friends had left, and you’d put the night’s dinner leftovers in the fridge, you sank onto the couch with a glass of eggnog. You stared at the liquid with bleary eyes, smiling to yourself as you thought of Nicomund. It was a bittersweet thought, but you tried to keep any sadness away whenever you thought of him. Still slightly tipsy, you berated yourself for missing the opportunity to make a bad joke with eggnog. Maybe you should write it in next Christmas’ note. You could already see him rolling his eyes at you and grinned.

Taking a sip and leaning your head back over the couch, you let your mind drift to the moment when you’d been lying face to face, his hands in your hair.

A whoosh of air suddenly went through the living room, having you gasp and sit upright again. Your mouth fell open at the now familiar golden sparks coming through the fireplace. A few seconds later, you were looking into Nicomund’s face.

“Happy new year?” he rumbled tentatively.

Standing and looking at your glass, you put it down on the coffee table and tilted your head at him.

“I should really, really leave off the eggnog,” you said as you approached him. “I’m starting to see Santa at New Year.”

“Maybe you’ll see me at Easter too,” he smirked, leaning towards you as you cupped his face to kiss him.

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my-imagines-stuff · 2 years ago

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I saw the gifts from violent night and he is🥵, I know it’s may but what you say about a story with our Santa daddy, thank youu

Santa May-be?

pairing: Nicomund(Santa) x fem! reader

summary: you are being very naughty, and Santa decides to make a surprise visit.

tags: 18+ this is mostly smut, a little fluff, but it’s really just smut.

word count: 7k | ao3

a/n: just going to be completely honest here, I don't know where this came from. Apparently I've been neglecting David because damn! I got carried away. I hope you were asking for smut because this is f*cking filthy. Like really this is only my second attempt at smut and…I am kinda scared.

Anyway thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!

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18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+

Even Santa gets horny in May as it turns out.

Which was unusual. Nicomund has been Santa Claus for over a thousand years now. Time was different for him. One day out of the year felt like weeks, while the other 364 flew by.

That was at least until he started sleeping with you.

It had become his favorite part about Christmas which in retrospect was unfortunate. It used to be solely–unselfishly, for the kids but now…now he could not wait for his present. Which just so happened to be you.

Yes, since you entered his life he struggled through the other 364 days.

It didn't help that you were being unusually active this week. He sat in his workshop and had your notifications turned up loudly on his naughty/nice list. With each naughty deed you did, Carol of the Bells played loudly in the wrong key- indicating that you were in fact, being naughty.

At first he found it amusing, but after the third time just this morning he was getting pissed.

He knew what you were doing. You weren't a bad girl, at least not in the literal sense. No, you only pinged up naughty when you pleasured yourself or had sex. And that wasn't normal for the list. It normally kept zero tabs on people's sexual encounters. He wasn't exactly sure as to why it focused on yours.

Well he might have an idea – you see he and the list were…connected. And the things that he deemed naughty became naughty. He had that power and he himself had no clue how to control it, it just happened.

And for some reason, whatever did control it, had fixated on you.

He didn't have the tendency for jealousy, but he had grown quite enamored by you. It started a few Christmases ago when he heard you soft gasps as you were masterbating in your bedroom. He wasn't being pervy or anything, but the only thing you wanted that year was a toy. And he had it wrapped and in his hand. He only wanted to help you (at least that's what he told himself).

You were shocked at first but then saw the large and attractive man, and invited him to show you how it worked. He stayed for far so long that he had to practically throw the rest of the presents down their respective chimneys as he quickly darted around the rest of the world.

The year after, he brought you a new toy. One that he had made himself, out of a cast of his own erect penis. He’ll never forget how entranced you were by it. The way you told him how big and beautiful it was. The way you wrapped your fingers around it while making eye contact with him.

And it wasn’t until the Christmas after that that he even fucked you. When you held his cock in your hand the first time you muttered in his ear, “I knew it was yours”.

And last Christmas things had escalated. After three rounds and a few hours, he had told you his name. And then for a reason he had absolutely no fucking clue why, he told you about his past while you were satiated and playing with his chest hair.

It was domestic and he didn't do domestic. He was an ancient mythical being, not a human.

In short he had no clue what you were doing to him. You were always on his mind and you were making him very jealous and painfully horny in May. A point in his year that usually flew by, came to a sudden standstill.

If this happened in July at least he could use Christmas in July as an excuse…but May??? It wasn't even halfway until Christmas.

His head snapped as he heard Carol of the Bells again and just like Pavlov's dog, his cock responded to the sound. Blood quickly engorged his member and his balls tightened as if already ready for release.

He had it bad.

He pulled his cock from his red silk pants. He was already leaking and he knew this wouldn't take long at all. This was his fourth painful erection of the day and he was red and sensitive.

He annoyingly looked over to his trash bin and saw all of the used tissues just from today, mere hours in fact. You were turning him into a damn sex puppet is what you were doing.

He didn't bother wetting his hand as he roughly gripped his aching cock. He wanted the burn, he welcomed the pain. Maybe if he jerked off enough like this it would have an adverse reaction and stop him from getting SO damn hard everytime he thought about you.

It took seven, maybe eight rough tugs, all he had to do was think about you enjoying the toy he made you. Then he cried out as his painfully throbbing member spilled his seed- shooting it out all over his hand, pants, and desk.

This time there was very little satisfaction, he sought this release out of necessity because he didn't have the self discipline to not think about you. His cock was very raw now and he grunted and shuddered as he carefully placed himself back in his underwear.

After his breathing and wandering mind calmed down, he put himself in a bad mood picturing you at someone else's house. He angrily smacked his desk and then threw his stein- still full of steaming hot coffee against the wall of his workshop.

He huffed, dramatically crossed his arms, and sat back in his chair. He thought he was above this but as it turns out he wasn't. He opened his desk drawer and rolled out his large map. He spoke your name and his magical map located you.

Miami, Florida.

That explains it, he thought. At the beach, on a vacation…with whom he wondered. Who was so good that you had to be with them four times in a day?

Turns out you were with a couple of friends, all of which he knew of. But then he came across somebody new. Well not new to him, but most certainly new to you.

And this dude made Nicomund’s skin crawl. He had been on the naughty list his whole life, and not because of something particular that Nicomund just happened to make up. No, this guy was actually by the literal definition naughty. Most alarmingly, he's been known to treat women poorly.

Oh no, this won't do.

You were an angel and deserved to be treated like one. You were way too good for this piece of shit and if Nicomund was thinking clearly, he'd have noticed just how possessive he was becoming over you.

But he wasn't. He changed his clothes with an angry scowl on his face.

Now where was his sunglasses?

You were having an ok time. Your friends were already on the beach and your boyfriend was out buying alcohol for tonight. So you were enjoying a little, much needed alone time.

And by much needed, you mean – you finally got to cum.

Your boyfriend had fucked you three times this morning. Once he came so quickly and you didn't even have time to become lubricated. The second time he got into the shower right after he finished. You had enough time to grab Nicomund’s dildo from your bag, and god did you come quickly as the fullness stretched you.

The third time, if you even count it as such, he just wanted you to blow him before he left. You got on your knees and took his average dick down your throat and had him cumming in under four minutes.

As soon as he left you got out the dildo again and came even quicker than he had. It was nowhere near as satisfying as the real thing, but it most certainly was better than any alternative.

Little did either of you know that the cast he made of himself was magical. And that everytime you used it he could feel the phantom grasp of your wet pussy and you could feel his warm velvet hardness. What he attributed to his Pavlovian response or his imaginative mind was actually just your magical cunt. And what you thought was just being properly filled was actually his perfect erection.

You'd both eventually figure this out and make proper use of it and maybe find out new abilities, but at this time you were both clueless.

You cleaned up your mess. You always flooded any surface you were on when you used the toy. And then you put on your bikini. It was red and the bottoms showed…a lot of your ass, but this was for the most part an adult beach so you didn't find yourself embarrassed or worried about children's eyes.

Just as you grabbed the sunscreen there was a loud banging at the door. On first instinct you grabbed your phone and a heavy sculpture of a seahorse to use for self defense. Which looked ridiculous but you knew how people robbed these beach houses. Then you walked over to the door.

You desperately hoped that it was just one of your friends needing to use the bathroom or your boyfriend with his handful of groceries, but you knew that it hadn't been long enough for that.

The banging happened again, this time louder and more persistent.

“Who is it?” you said as confidently as you could manage.

“Open up,” the voice was muffled through the thick door but it was still loud and to be honest scary as fuck.

“Not until you tell me who it is.”

You could almost hear a growl through the door, which sounded oddly familiar. “If you don’t open this door right now you wont get anything for Christmas this year.”

It only took your brain seconds to put the pieces together, “Nic?”

“Yes, now open up or I’ll break down the door.”

You complied quickly and swung open the door, almost dropping the heavy seahorse in your hand.

Your eyes widened when you saw him. He was wearing a short sleeve red and green Hawaiian shirt and black shorts that almost looked like swim trunks. He had on sunglasses and his hair was in a bun.

This would be funny – this should be funny. Santa Claus in Miami dressed to go to the beach should be humorous. But it soooo wasn't.

It was rare you two were ever standing when you were around one another and if you were, he was holding you up, so you sometimes forgot just how tall he was.

His arms and shoulders looked absolutely massive. You practically gulped when you remembered just how strong they are. He looked a little leaner to you. Probably because of the time of the year. You wanted him healthy but you almost frowned – you really liked his belly.

But what was most striking to you was his skin. True you had seen him naked many times but always at night, with soft lighting. Now you could see just how milky white he was in contrast to his numerous tattoos. How absolutely soft and smooth his skin appeared, which you knew was factual. And now the smattering of dark gray almost black hairs on his forearms stood out.

He made your mouth water.

But when you had snapped out of your daze you got worried. Why was he here?

“Is everything ok?” you asked with true concern displayed on your features. Your only contact with him was on the night before Christmas. What was he doing here in May?

He looked like he was snapping out of a daze of his own, “No, everything's not ok,” he ground out through his clenched teeth.

He opened the door further and stepped inside.

“Where is he?”

“Who?” you knew who he was probably talking about but your brain wasn't exactly functioning currently.

“You know damn well who I'm talking about.” He called out a few times and looked around. When he was satisfied he looked back at you.

Oh, he was jealous. The thought made you press your thighs together.

He noticed and it made him take a deep controlling breath in. He threw off his sunglasses not caring in the slightest where they landed.

“Shut the damn door and come here.”

You turned quickly and shut the door, but struggled to lock it because of what all was in your hands.

You heard him hiss. You then blushed as you realized your almost bare ass was now facing him. You then heard his heavy footsteps behind you.

“You are having such a naughty year,” he grabbed both of your ass cheeks that were hanging out of your skimpy bikini bottoms.

He smacked them a few times and watched them jiggle, he felt himself immediately harden. “On full display for the world to see. Do you have any idea how many people you'll put on the naughty list wearing this?”

He suddenly yanked them down your legs and pressed your front half hard against the door, while bringing your bottom half up and closer to him. You dropped both the seahorse and your phone. Both shattered but thankfully missed your feet, you didn't flinch, there was only one thing on your mind.

He shoved his face into your crease.

With your face to the door you didn't even notice that he had gotten on his knees, and you moaned in surprise and absolute delight as he put his face into you from behind.

He lifted his face by the smallest of margins from your center, “When I passed you I could smell him on you,” he went back to your crease momentarily and hummed, “I only smell you now.”

“Oh gah,” you felt a wave of moisture flood you. You may be naughty but he was dirty, and man was it a turn on for you.

“I was worried,” he used his nose to run through your folds, “Don’t want you to smell like anyone else.” He had no clue what he was admitting to you, you didn't either- you were far too aroused.

“Nic–”

He suddenly added his tongue to the mix. Licking you up and down, “You don't taste like him either,” he lapped at your entrance tasting your wetness, “Just taste like mine.”

You moaned sinfully, “Let’s go to the…”

He lunged his tongue into your tight wet little hole. It made you arch back and jam your ass hard into his face.

“Yes, just like that.” he groaned loudly, vibrating your core. You could barely hear him over his face being absolutely suffocated by you. You weren't worried for him though, he loved it when you sat on his face. And the amount of times he's asked you to do it…you knew that his lung capacity was very good.

Juices and his drool were flowing down your thighs and down his chin soaking the collar of his shirt. The wet lapping of his tongue and your ragged breathing were the only two sounds.

His tongue went farther and somehow farther still, until he started poking at your favorite spot. You start clawing at the door, and you almost couldn't believe it – you were about to come on his tongue.

Now you could blame it on many things, after all you were extremely sensitive and yearning from a day of unfulfilling activities, but regardless, when his tongue started poking your g-spot you started squirting all on him.

He was absolutely relentless until he got a somewhat heavy flow started and then he just opened his mouth and drank you in.

“That's a good girl, give it to me,” he said as you continued to rain down into his mouth.

Your legs started shaking and you suddenly felt like you could no longer stand. He read you perfectly and stood lifting your trembling soaked body up with his.

You put your arms around him and looked at him in such a pleasant daze. You softly gasped as you saw how blown his pupils were, more black than blue. His beard was absolutely soaked making it look a couple of shades darker, and he had a smirk on his handsome face.

You cupped his face with both hands and kissed him, tasting the salty-sweet tang from yourself along with Nicomund’s wonderfully delicious mouth. And then you pulled away from the kiss and smacked at his frim chest.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He laughed and started walking you to the bedroom.

“You can't just fuck me –”

He threw you to the center of the large bed. That only shut you up for a second.

“I have a boyfriend you can't just —”

He laid halfway across the bed just so he was face to face with your drenched swollen cunt. He roughly parted your legs. “There she is,” his voice was low as he complimented your pussy.

“Nic…OH!”

He roughly pressed his face into you again. Though this time since he is facing it, his tongue and nose kept brushing your overly sensitive clit, making it a very different experience.

He used his hands for the first time and reached up to grab your covered breasts. His large hands covered them as he not so gently massaged them. Your nipples were already painfully hard and that made him hum into your core once again.

“Take this off,” he commanded as he started to make out with your folds. The smacking sounds of his skillful lips just made you wetter.

You complied quickly, jerking the top over your head. You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look down at him.

His mouth then began to suck. He sucked each fold, and then not as an afterthought, but instead to build the anticipation he finally finally sucked your clit.

Your eyes rolled back a little and you gave a throaty exhale.

He paused and chuckled into you. He released your breasts and moved his hands underneath you to slightly tip your hips up for him. “Hold your legs out for me.”

You did as he requested and held your ankles and spread your legs as wide as you could. You felt your muscles stretch but wanted to give him as much access as you were able to.

He tilted you up a little more, and then started moving you up and down on his face as he continued to lick. The rocking motion was helping him reach the whole length of your crease quickly. The sloppy wet sounds kept getting louder as he kept moving you against his face.

You were moaning like crazy now, and just when you felt your legs start to ache from the stretch he pushed your legs together and pushed them up and back towards your head in a half-backwards roll. He held your legs together tightly.

From this position he could tell just how pink and puffy he had made your pussy, “You like this baby?” he playfully smacked your sensitive cunt a few times. The smacking sounded wet and little drops of your arousal splashed all over the bed and drenched his hand.

“Yes!” he barely gave you a chance to yelp out before he pushed his middle finger inside of you.

“Oh sweetheart you are already gripping me like you're about to cum.”

His voice shot straight through you making you grip even tighter and flutter around his large digit. He pumped in and out a few times, moving slowly, driving you insane. Of course now he'd choose to play with you.

“Give me my finger back baby,” he laughed and slowly pulled it out of you. A long strand of your arousal followed and he slurped it all into his mouth, “I’m not done eating you yet. You taste so damn good.”

He pushed your legs back farther behind your head and held your hips high up towards his face. He was now kneeling on the bed, with a huge tent in his shorts, you desperately tried to grab it. He moved his hips just out of your grasp, “Not yet. You don't get what you want yet. You've been a bad girl.”

He held your cunt so high up now he barely had to bow his head to reach it. You crossed your ankles behind your head as he started to move his mouth against you roughly. Your own body was bent far and weighed down by your lower half, it made it hard to breathe, but the constricted airflow somehow turned you on even further.

He sped his licking, with one hand keeping your legs together while the other occasionally smacked your ass. His beard was beginning to burn you in the best way possible.

“Nicomund pleeeaseee.”

It was the sound of his full name that made him give you pity. If this were up to him he would continue to lick and suck you for hours. He loved your taste and smell, and just getting it once a year was nowhere near enough.

Almost reluctantly he slowly placed two fingers inside of you, you moaned at the stretch, and then he focused on sucking your swollen clit while pumping into you, curling his fingers with each insertion.

It took absolutely no time and you exploded on his fingers. Gravity caused your cum to dribble down your stomach past your breasts. You felt the sheets beneath you soak. And this time your vision did fade out but only momentarily.

As you came down you were still pulsing, and then all of the sudden you felt the pressure again. All of the sudden it felt like too much. He was still licking, even quicker it felt like. You desperately tried to back away, the overstimulation was extreme.

“Nic, st- stop.” you kept trying to slide back but he held you firmly. You weren't going anywhere.

His licking and slurping became even more intense, and in record time your eyes rolled way back into your head and your body shook violently. You tried to push his head away, but by the way you were cumming he could tell that you didn't mean it.

When you finally started to come down from your third orgasm he dramatically slowed down his sucking and moved back to slow licks up and down your slit.

You jerk slightly every time he made it past your clit but it was bearable. He was slowly coaxing you down, almost lovingly you thought.

When you finally could open your eyes, you looked up at him and smiled. He gave you a suck on your inner thigh that would leave a mark. You knew that he did it for one specific reason, but you didn't really want to think about what this meant for your relationship…if you could even call it that. But that was to think about later…

After you’ve had his cock.

“Hey,” you said as he slowly laid your lower half down and then crawled his way up your damp body. He was still fully clothed and as he laid gently on top of you and gave you a deep kiss, you had the thought that he was soaking up your juices with his shirt for later. That's how he was, dirty.

“Hey,” he said after the breathtakingly sweet kiss.

“What are you doing here?” you moved a strand of hair that fell from his bun out of the way.

“Christmas is too far away.”

You looked at him as if to say yeaaaah?

“I- I missed you.”

You smiled and kissed him again.

“I missed you too.”

“Did you you?” he looked at you skeptically, his brows furrowing, “Seems like you've been filling your time with –”

“Shut up,” and then you chuckled.

“What?” he said, almost annoyed.

“I am making Father Christmas jealous. Who woulda thought it?” you laughed again.

“It’s not funny. He's not a good guy.”

“I’m a grown woman and I can take care of myself,” you reached down and grabbed his hard as steel cock.

He visibly shuddered as you started slowly moving up and down his clothed erection, “He’s- he is not…been on the – for all, of…his - life.”

“Shhh it's ok,” you soothed as he struggled speaking. “Let me take care of you now.”

He nodded, completely silent except for his deep breaths in and out from his nose.

This was unusual for him and you filed it back into your mind to bring up later. He was normally rough and dominant, which to be fair he has been, but suddenly he had given you all the power. Like he desperately needed this but was too proud to tell you that.

You slid down his shorts and gasped at how purple and engorged he seemed.

“I've had an- eventful day as well.”

You grabbed him softly because he almost looked like he was in pain, and you didn't want to hurt him.

“Don’t you dare. Grab it!”

You did firmly, and his head bowed and touched your forehead, “Fuck you have no- no idea how- how good that feels.” he kissed you again, you bit his bottom lip and he groaned into your mouth.

“Lay back,” you whispered.

He did and your hands left his cock and started unbuttoning his shirt. He grunted in displeasure, “Get back down there now,” he yanked the shirt off buttons flying everywhere and the material ripped in two.

You pussy pulsed at the sight. He was just so fucking strong.

You moved down him slowly wanting to tease but knowing by the look of his purple leaking member, he wasn't up for that.

And besides, now you knew that it was time to treat him. Little did he know that for the past five or so months, ok it was after you begged to suck him off last Christmas but he didn't let you, since then you've been practicing on his dildo. You could now take almost all of it down your throat and you couldn't wait to show him.

You took him in your hand and gave his leaking slit a lick. He was salty and musky just like you liked him.

His hips jerked up and you playfully said, “I believe after what you put me through –”

“Please don’t, I ne- need you now.”

You realized that for him to ask this he was desperate. And judging by the look of him, he was in pain.

You nodded your ok and his shoulders relaxed a little.

Then you laid on your stomach and propped yourself up on his thick thighs. You gave him a few firm strokes and then licked the underside of him. He groaned and you smirked, you were about to blow his mind.

You sucked on his tip and he squirmed. He opened his mouth to beg again, you knew it, you could see it in his body language and so you abruptly opened your throat and swallowed him down.

His upper and lower body jerked up like he was trying to do an abdominal exercise. His eyes shot to you, wide and shocked, and he hissed out “Oh fuck!”

You stayed all the way to his base. Your nose in his curls and your chin pressed to his balls. You counted to fifteen slowly.

For the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to do. His fists gripped the sheets roughly, peeling them from the mattress. His breathing was almost embarrassingly loud and his sole focus was on not spilling down your glorious throat.

You slowly sucked your way off of him. Spit connected you to his cock even as you pulled away to smile at him.

“I can't take much of that baby.”

“Much of what?” you smirked and launched him down your throat again. This time with his cock sheathed you moved your tongue and lapped at his balls. You were proud of yourself and only slightly gagged once.

This time he was better prepared but only just, “Your boyfriend teach you that?”

You knew that he was desperately trying to keep from cumming. He was wound tighter than you'd ever seen him, his muscles were flexed and shaking, but for some reason he didn't want to cum yet. You imagine that mentioning your boyfriend did bring his arousal down a few notches.

“Nope,” you said as your mouth popped off of him. “I've been practicing on your dildo for your Christmas present.”

His mouth opened in disbelief. Naughty!!!

“That’s very –”

You went down again, but this time continued moving at a slow pace – all the way to the tip of him, down all the way to his base.

That sparked something in him and he put one hand on the back of your head and one caressed your throat. He pushed your head up and down roughly, while simultaneously feeling his cock make your throat swell. Believe it or not this was the first time that he'd actually experienced true deepthroat.

Others had tried but he was too long and girthy, but you, you naughty thing- were taking him like it was your only mission.

Controlling your gag reflex made your eyes tear up and turn red. Spit was pouring out of your mouth now and puddling at his base. He was being rough but it was the good kind of rough. You wanted him to enjoy this, you had practiced a lot for this moment.

And by the looks of him he was most certainly enjoying it. More hair had spilled from his bun. His skin was tinged pink and had a thin sheen of sweat. Every line and wrinkle on his face was amplified by his scrunched up expression, fully concentrated on what you were doing.

He had kept your mouth off of him for the most part in your previous encounters. That was because he enjoyed being inside of you so much he didn't want to waste a minute. But what he just found out was that he was still inside of you this way. And it shocked him at how much you seemed to be enjoying it as well.

You pulled away needing a breather and to give your jaw a little break. You gasped for air a few times and spit all the saliva pouring out of your mouth onto his cock.

You went back down quickly taking him off guard this time. You wanted to feel him spill down your throat, and by the way his head shot back and his balls tightened you knew that any second now you were going to get what you wanted.

“Off,” he practically croaked.

You kept sucking, your sounds were getting ridiculously sloppy.

“Get off,” you could tell that his heart wasn't in his command. He tried to move your head back but you stubbornly fought back, taking him deep.

“STOP IT!” his yell made you still and he pulled your head from him, you sucked as hard as you could on the way up. “Fuck!”

He pulled you to him so your mouth was nowhere near his throbbing member. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried his best to get off the edge. He managed but only just, and only with his eyes glued shut.

“Did you like that?” you cooed as you rubbed his broad-heaving chest.

“You know I fucking did.” He pulled you down for a kiss. You lost your balance and landed on top of him.Your lips were sensitive from the work they’d just done, and his beard lightly tickled them.

Then he absolutely claimed your mouth, every nook was his.

He never enjoyed kissing this much, but kissing you was different. There was something he liked about it, a little too much. He loved your soft lips and when your tongue danced with his it turned him on so much.

“I need you to get on all fours. And I need you to cum quickly.” You continued kissing him and made your way down his neck. “You hear me?”

He rubbed his hand on your lower back as you continued to nip and suck on his neck. You made your way to a scar on his clavicle. He hissed and then smacked your ass, stopping your descent.

“Hey!” You whined.

“I said, did you hear me?”

You shook your head no and moved back in for a kiss. Your eyes were heavily lidded and your own arousal was back at full volume. You were so far gone you couldn't concentrate.

He held you back, “Hey, look at me.”

You did. You blinked at him almost lazily, and bit your lip.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip as your teeth released it. You suckled at his digit. His eyes darkened even further and he slowly said, “I need you to get on your hands and your knees and I need you to cum quick sweetheart.”

You complied and slowly got into position. You were thankful that he wanted you this way. You never lasted long when he took you from behind.

He sat up and damn near passed out. There was too much blood heading south and not enough heading to his brain. He waited until his head rush went away and scooted behind you.

He rammed into you suddenly. You were both so well lubricated he knew that he could without causing you any pain, well real pain at least.

“Nic!”

He took no mercy. He was gone, long gone. His cock disappeared into you fully. He pistoned into you with short, rough strokes. Hitting you right where you needed to be hit repeatedly.

You rested your upper body on the bed, sticking your hips higher. Which made him ram into your spot even harder. You put your arms behind you and he held on to them tightly.

You were going to cum if he kept up his pace. You felt yourself begin to flutter around him.

“That’s it baby. You're such a good girl, listening to me so well.” His hips were smacking into yours with a wet slapping sound that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Please please please.” You started pushing back into him desperately as he pushed forward.

“I’ve got you.” He reached around and started circling your clit.

“God, I’m gonna, Nic I’m gonna — ”

“Cum for me.”

And you most certainly did. You strangled his cock with your contractions and practically screamed, “Nicomund!”

He almost sobbed at the feeling of you cumming around him. It’s what he’s desperately needed for five long months. He felt your cum coat him as you screamed his real name, and at the last squeeze of your intense orgasm, he came.

He came so hard he yelled your name loudly. His hands grabbed your hips roughly and he wished he could let up, he didn’t want to bruise you, but he needed something to tether him to the earth – to keep him from passing out on top of you.

You made him cum so hard he was dizzy.

He spurted into you, filling you up fully. You felt his hard cock twitching inside of you and you felt his warmth flood you, gushing out as he continued to ram into you.

He came for so long that you were impressed. His cock seemed to twitch inside of you for minutes.

As he slowly regained his senses, he gently attempted to sooth your hips – where he had held on for dear life by softly rubbing them. He pulled out slowly and you both hissed at the loss.

But you knew to stay absolutely still.

He bent down and watched some of your mingled cum pour out of you. Then he licked you clean. Normally he would clean you by eating you out until you came again, but he knew that you were absolutely spent, so he kept it to the bare minimum. Lazily drinking what he could, as you squeezed out what he left behind.

He sighed contently as he laid on the bed and pulled you to him. You immediately snuggled into him and placed your hand on his chest.

You both laid there in a comfortable silence. You felt so at peace when you were in his arms. So very safe and warm. It was your favorite place to be. You cared for him, and you didn’t think that he knew that.

But you also felt like that this whole relationship thing, or whatever it was, was his call. He knew more than you did, and had more riding on it than you. Though, you couldn't help it, you really wanted to tell him what he meant to you.

How you felt when he was around. How you thought about him throughout the year. How you couldn’t wait for December. How he was making you wish your life away by always wanting it to be Christmas Eve.

“What are you thinking?” His voice was so soft and gravely.

“Nothing.”

He lifted his head up and looked down at you, raising his eyebrow in disbelief.

“I just — this was fun.”

He rubbed your back, “It was.” He was silent for a second and then continued, “Listen, maybe we need to come up with a way to do this more than once a year.”

You looked up at him and your face was absolutely beaming up at him. “That sounds good.”

“Yeah?” He smiled.

“Yeah. That would be great Nic.” You moved your hand down to his belly and gave him a hug.

He pulled you tighter into the hug and kissed the top of your head.

“I have one condition.”

You tensed a little having no idea what he was going to say. “What is it?”

“You're mine alone.”

You took a moment to really decide if that was what you wanted. It didn’t take long in all honesty, you just didn’t want him to know just how much this meant to you.

“I’m yours.”

He looked shocked and something almost sinister clouded his eyes, he felt possessive again. Hearing you say that snapped something in him, or rather, maybe it tore something down.

“Can I request the same from you? I- it’s ok if — ”

“You’re it.”

You smiled again, he could feel your cheeks move against his skin, and you pressed a kiss on a deep scar on his chest.

The two of you laid there for a few more minutes. When your eyes became heavy and your breath deepened, he gently shook you.

“I have to leave.”

“I don’t want you to go,” you held him tighter.

“I don’t want to go. Believe me, but I have to.”

“I know. I’d never keep you from being Santa Claus.”

You both slowly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. He looked over at you seriously. His brows furrowed and his hands gripped his knees.

What you had said affected him so deeply.

When you had mentioned him being Santa it was like throwing ice water in his face. He would never stop being Santa Claus, and you only had a couple decades left of your life. He fought the sudden urge to walk away from it all, and stay in this bed for as long as you had left.

You moved in front of him and stood between his legs. You pulled his head to your chest and you rubbed the back of his head lovingly. He wrapped his arms around you and looked up at you.

“Whatever we can have Nicomund. That is what I want.”

His damn eyes teared up and you leaned down and kissed him.

“I don’t want you to but you need to go. You have a lot of work to do.”

He laughed, and then sighed, “It seems like it never ends.” He was thankful you had quickly moved on because he was a heartbeat away from giving you absolutely everything.

You backed away from him. “When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know. I’m going to have to invent a way for us to communicate.”

“No phones?”

“Not at the North Pole I’m afraid.”

“Oh…”

“But don’t worry, I'll think of something. It’s kinda my thing.”

You laughed and he stood up and towered over you. Gosh he was so tall. He kissed you again and then smiled at you.

He put on his shorts and slid on his shoes. He found both halves of his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. He used magic and cleaned and straightened the bed.

You walked him to the door where he used his magic to fix your phone and the stupid seahorse sculpture.

“Why don’t you just fix your shirt?”

He smirked at you, “Oh you know why.” He tilted his head, pressed his nose into the fabric, and took a deep sniff.

You reddened and were about to say something when the son of a bitch touched his nose and disappeared.

He wouldn’t get away with this, you’d make sure of it.

THE END

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