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dollfacefantasy · 8 months

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Daddy's Home

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: you let the d word slip during sex and leon will not let you live it down

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, daddy kink, praise/degradation, spits in her mouth, mention of breeding kink, cums inside, crying during sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: hi everyone. i wrote this all in one sitting because i was feeling absolutely depraved. i was also a little sleep deprived, so go easy on me. i hope everyone likes this. if you sent me a request, i am working on it, just be patient with me :) anywho, thank you to cooking mama @sleepyluxe for inspiring me to whip this one up. as always reblogs and comments are appreciated. smooches to everyone <3

“Daddy!” you cry out when the tip of Leon’s cock brushes over a sensitive spot deep within you.

He had you pinned on your bed, your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into your throbbing cunt. Your warm skin rubs against his as low grunts rise from his throat in time with his rhythmic thrusts. His arm flexes from his iron grip on the headboard above you. He was so deep in you that you couldn’t think straight. And that’s why that word tumbles from your lips before you can stop it.

The second he hears it his eyes open fully, his hips sputter, and he comes to a halt inside of you. Your legs slip down to either side of his waist. He looks down at your blissed-out face, trying to discern if you realized what you had said. He’s shocked at first. Sure, you had always leaned to the submissive side of the bedroom, but you had never expressed an interest to him about anything like that. At first, it shocked him, but he felt a fuse ignite in the pit of his stomach. A cruel smirk grows on his face.

“What did you say?” he asks slowly, letting it sink into your mind what you had let slip.

Your mind, in its foggy state, took a moment to catch up. You rewind the last thirty seconds in your head and humiliation crashes over you in one brutal wave. You feel your face getting hot. You can’t meet his eyes as your brain scrambles to conjure an excuse.

“Nothing,” you say quietly, settling on that as a satisfactory explanation.

He almost laughs, but he didn’t want to be mean. Yet.

“No, sweetheart. Use your words, c’mon. I know you can,” he croons while tilting your face up by your chin. He runs a thumb over your jaw to try and soothe you into sharing.

His eyes lock on yours with an intense gaze, luring out your soul to expose your desires to him.

“I didn’t… I- It’s nothing. I didn’t say anything,” you say, unable to get the word to leave your lips for a second time. His smile grows at your shyness.

“Oh, c’mon babydoll. Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?” he teases with an evil glint in his eyes.

Involuntarily, you flutter around him when he says the magic word, and that makes him chuckle. You bite your lip as his thumb continues running along your jaw. He looks down at you with the gaze of a predator closing in on their prey.

“I thought that’s what you said,” he says, letting go of the headboard and lowering himself closer to your face, “Who knew my angel could be so naughty? My baby who would blush just when I’d hold her hand. Never would have imagined I’d hear her moaning for Daddy. Maybe I don’t know you as well as I thought.”

He places a few soft kisses on your cheek while you squirm, feeling your embarrassment grow. It didn’t help that you could still feel his cock pulsing inside you the entire time.

“If that’s what you like, you could have told me, honey,” he says in between pecks. His voice is gentle, but there is still a hint of mocking, “It makes sense now that I think about it. Always clinging to me, curling up on my lap, just so desperate to be in my arms. You just want Daddy to take care of you, right? Love you and keep you safe? Well, I can do that, baby, but you have to say you want it.”

It felt as if each word he spoke worked away at melting your brain. You felt warmth growing in your chest and spreading out through your limbs. That desire to be held was growing overwhelming. You could feel yourself sinking into that place where only one thing was on your mind. Daddy.

You had never told any of your lovers about this. It made you feel dirty, wrong, perverse. You never thought Leon would go for it which is why you kept it locked away in the deepest, most intimate chamber of your heart. But here he was. Silky locks of brown hair almost covering his eyes, his toned abdomen pressed to yours, and that knowing smile plastered on his face as he egged you on.

“Say it,” he says after your brief silence, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want Daddy,” you whimper out quietly. You feel shame rising in your chest as you voice the thoughts that had bounced around your skull for longer than you could remember. You had thought of him this way since before the first time you had slept together, but you had never said it out loud.

“Speak up, baby. Daddy can’t hear you when you mumble,” he teases before that taunting expression increases, “And be more specific.”

“I want Daddy… I want Daddy to fuck me,” you say with more clarity but the same amount of timidness.

He lets out a cruel laugh. “Listen to my little angel’s mouth. Dirty baby. But I think I can do that for you,” he says before he begins moving his hips again.

You moan softly at the light relief, both physical and mental from him moving on from the topic. Or so you thought.

“Mhm, that’s right. Daddy’s got you, babe. I’m gonna take good care of my girl,” he purrs in your ear.

The low rumble of his voice directly in your ear has your insides on fire. Before you can stop yourself, a pathetic whine escapes you.

“Daddy,” you say as your face tenses and your eyes flutter.

“Daddy’s here, sweetheart. Filling you up so perfect, yeah? Just the way you like,” he mumbles as his hand slides up to grip your throat while rolling his hips against yours.

“Daddy,” you whimper again, your head tilting back against the pillows while you squirm.

“Is that the only word you know, sweet girl?” he mocks, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure I fuck you so hard that’ll be the only word that can leave that slutty mouth of yours.”

Your pussy clamps down around him while your arms loop around his shoulders. The need to be close to him was primal. It was innate. You couldn’t ignore it. You whimper and whine as he snaps himself into you over and over while kissing your neck below your ear. He lets out a growl against your neck, causing you to dig your nails into his back in response.

“Harder Daddy,” you mewl.

He presses his forehead against your neck and grunts. Despite his teasing, he was enjoying this just as much as you. His hands fall to your hip and hold so tight you can already feel the bruises.

“Use your manners, princess,” he says, “You’re not the boss. You ask Daddy for what you want and if I feel nice, you’ll get it.”

“Please Daddy. Please harder. Please, need it so bad,” you ramble out immediately. Your nails start to drag down his back, leaving faint red trails in their wake.

“Are you sure? You’re already falling a part for me, and I haven’t even really started yet,” he says.

“I’m sure. Please!” you beg.

“If you’re sure, baby,” he says.

He grants your wish and starts drilling into you at a ruthless speed. Your skin claps against his, both of you starting to work up a sweat. Strained, broken moans fill the room as his cock strokes every possible sweet spot inside of you. You flutter around him as the tension in your belly grows.

“So close already, angel? I thought you could handle it. When did my baby girl become such a needy whore?” he breathes with that same grin, “You can cum whenever you want this time but know that you aren’t done. Not until I’m satisfied.”

You nod as whines and moans rise in your throat. You’re panting and rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. He cages you in on the mattress and works harder to push you over the edge. One of his hands slips between the two of you to thumb your swollen clit.

In no time, you’re spasming and gasping as surges of release course through you. Your eyes roll back and you cry out for Daddy some more.

Leon chuckles. “Yeah, sweetheart, only Daddy can make you cum like this. No one else.”

You again nod mindlessly. You continue cumming, trembling as the high works its way through you. When it should be done, you don’t get to come down. His constant pumping makes that impossible. Your head is syrupy and cloudy. You feel like you’re being dragged along for this ride while still floating in your own little world.

Leon shakes his head and half-laughs, half-moans at your dazed expression. Your glossy eyes and slowed blinking. The little stream of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth that he wipes away with his fingers.

Despite being so fucked out, you still babble incoherently and cling to him like you needed him to live. He positions his face above yours and spits down into your mouth before kissing you lovingly.

“Daddy, ah, oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy,” you start to chant like it’s a prayer when your lips separate. He kisses you hard again, shutting you up momentarily, before pulling back and stroking your hair from your face.

“Did I fuck my baby dumb already? So quick doll, it’s almost pathetic,” he teases, “You wanted this so bad didn’t you? You wanted Daddy to fuck your head clear? Well, I’ll do that. Wouldn’t want you to strain yourself thinking. My pretty girl doesn’t need thoughts. She just needs to be good for daddy.”

You clench around him hard and nod while more noises that once could have been words exit you. You nuzzle your head against the side of his head, taking in the feel and smell of him.

“You’re lucky I love you. I’ll do the thinking for us both. You just have to sit pretty in Daddy’s lap and take his cock,” he grunts, “Though, maybe sometimes I’ll keep you at my feet. You just kneel on the ground between my legs and rest that cute, thoughtless, little head on my thigh. Let me look into those beautiful, empty, eyes staring up at me. If you’re good, you can suck me off.”

It was all so much. His words swirled around your head that was fuzzy with euphoria, each syllable sinking you down into that part of your head that wanted him more than anything. The compartment of your brain that gave you the need to tuck yourself under his arm and cuddle with him. The compartment that gave you the craving for sweet kisses and praise. The compartment that told you all you needed to do was listen to Daddy and be his perfect girl.

Tears start pricking at your eyes and you can’t fight them off in this state. They fall from your eyes and you whimper. You cling to him tighter as he works himself into you over and over. He notices and leans down to kiss a few away.

“Aww, did I make my sweet baby girl cry? Is Daddy being mean to you by teasing?” he coos, “No, it’s not that, is it? My baby just feels so good she can’t take it. She was acting like such a pathetic slut, but deep down you’re still my good girl. My precious little angel who deserves all the love in the world.”

You cry harder and pull him closer so you can bury your face against him. Your tears wet his skin as he he kisses your hairline and rubs a hand up and down your side.

“Good girl. Cry for Daddy, baby. Get all of it out. It just feels so good, doesn’t it? Too much for a sweet thing like you?” he asks.

“Maybe a little,” you whimper against his shoulder.

“Daddy always knows best, little love. You’ll learn that soon enough,” he says with a kiss to your head.

He continues fucking you into the mattress, working himself to that edge. It wasn’t hard to reach with you crying in his ear and mumbling about how much you loved him.

“Not much longer, sweetheart,” he hums as his eyes shut momentarily. He fights off an impending orgasm with a groan before training his eyes back on you, “I’ll let you choose this time. Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby?”

“Inside,” you answer clearly with no hesitation.

“Inside,” he laughs, “You really want that. Want daddy to breed this little pussy? Get you nice and full. Yeah, that’s what daddy’s girl needs. Need a hot load inside you or you can’t relax.”

He snaps into you harder and keeps a firm hold on you. You feel like you’re cumming again, but you’re not sure when your last release ended so it’s hard to tell. He’s right there. You can feel him pulsing and twitching between your walls.

“Fuck, she needs to be bred. I can tell by how tight you’ve been. Sucking me in the whole time. I’ve already got you trained so well,” he moans.

A few more pumps, and he’s spilling inside you, exploding against your cervix. He’s fingers are digging into your flesh while his hips buck and he growls and whimpers into your neck. His hot and sticky ropes of cum fill you and satiate that urge inside you. For now.

When he’s done, his hips come to a stop. He lazily kisses all over your face and wipes your remaining tears away before gingerly pulling out and flopping down next to you.

Even though, your carnal needs have been fulfilled, you still wanted to be close and touching at all time. You roll over to him and place yourself against his side. You drape your arm across his chest and nuzzle his pectoral muscle.

He pulls you close in return and gives you some small kisses on your head.

“My good girl,” he whispers.

You nod and snuggle closer as he starts rubbing your back. The two of you come down in peace for a little while before he looks down at you and smirks.

“So, Daddy, huh?” he teases.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil smut #smut

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satoruni · 1 year

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☆ the babysitter ☆ dilf!toji f. x reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, age gap, rough sex, unprotected sex, mating press, daddy kink, breeding kink

you had just come back to visit home after you completed one semester of college. college was expensive, especially with the tuition costs, accommodation charges, groceries, etc. also you did not like to burden your parents with your expenses so you sought out for a job in the holidays.

your father recommended a babysitting job for one of his acquaintances, someone named fushiguro. you jump at the opportunity since you had a great time bonding with kids. you shyly wait outside the door after ringing the doorbell once. the one who opens the door had an irritated look on his face and seemed to be sleep deprived. you could also hear the wailing of a baby in the background. much to your embarrassment, you found yourself blushing at the tall and muscular physique of the older man. your father did not mention that he was so handsome.

"what?" he said with a voice laced with annoyance and irritation.

"oh-um, mr fushiguro, i just came to enquire about the babysitting job" you squeaked out, feeling intimidated by the scary man.

toji had welcomed you in after this and you met his son, baby megumi who had promptly stopped crying when he was placed in your gentle arms. you were relieved inside, happy to know that the baby had bonded with you so quick.

toji had felt grateful for everything you did, truly. you were a sweet girl who looked after megumi well like he was your own and had even no problems staying in when his work ran late. you had always greeted him home with that adorable smile of yours, balancing megumi on your hip.

he wished he was ashamed to say this because he really wasn't, but he wanted you. you were so sweet, pliant and caring. you were someone he wanted for himself. coming home after every gruelling day of work to see your illuminating smile and holding his son was his dream. megumi also loved you, seeing you as his mother.

toji's desires got the best of him one day when he cornered you in the living room after you put down megumi for sleep. you fidgeted shyly under his intense gaze, making him even more aroused at your blushing face.

he then crashed his lips onto your warm and plump ones, causing you to moan. he shoved his tongue in your mouth and picked you up easily. you had started to squeak in embarrassment at getting picked up and taken to his room where you were thrown on the bed, unceremoniously.

the rest was a blur when he stripped you and him until you both were naked. you blushed at his scarred chest and toned and lean body. toji looked at your gorgeous body in awe while spreading your legs, revealing your pretty pussy to him while you whimpered shyly. from then, toji lost all composure.

he had you with your legs in the air, while thrusting into your mercilessly. you cry and sob in a sinful mixture of pleasure and pain, as he pounds deep into you, hitting all your sweet spots. toji had one rough hand gripped tightly to your waist, holding you down to your bed to prevent your body from jolting from every harsh thrust.

toji had an immense sexual appetite, already built up from not having sex for so long and he was so experienced too, making you stutter and blabber like a fool. you held onto his muscular arms for dear life while he had his fill.

"d-daddy, its too much!" you hiccup out, trying to adjust to his large size and animalistic pace. toji seemed to like you calling him daddy a lot, as indicated by him going even more deeper and faster into you.

"you can take it" he hissed in your ear, squeezing your tits. he kisses your swollen lips, snuffling the cry that threatened to come. "my good girl" he whispered, making your heart skip a beat at the praise. you felt in come in you, most of it leaking out your quivering pussy.

toji didn't like to see you waste his cum like that, giving you a harsh slap on the side of your thigh, making you squeal. he fucks his cum back into your pussy, making sure it went in deep.

"i'm gonna put a baby in you" he says to you, every syllable make your belly feel warm. "you'd look so beautiful with my kid in your belly"

"daddy!" you squealed, feeling embarrassed and strangely aroused, already imagining yourself as his young, pretty wife.

your arrangement after this slightly changed. after feeding megumi and putting him to bed, toji would come home from work. you would be sitting on his large bed, sitting obediently and naked.

toji would take out all his frustrations from work out on your body and you would be lying under him, pliantly and happy to ease his worries. he would fuck you without abandon every night with would result in you leaving his house with a blissed-out smile. your parents were none the wiser, and were oblivious to the new bruises and hickeys on your body whenever you returned from the fushiguros.

#toji x you #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji fushiguro smut #jjk smut #toji fic #jjk

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show-your-fangs · 1 year

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I could request the double life of the reader, one as an agent and the other as a camgirl. Hotchner is a follower but they won't realize it until they travel on a case to an area where it's hot and they see a familiar brand.

By the way, I love your writing. 💖😊

anon i love you. take my hand in marriage RIGHT NOW.

It's You | Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner

introducing--

The Secrets We Keep (a Bunny and Clyde story) - Part One

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner x BAU/cam girl f!Reader

Words: 3k

CW: mutual masturbation, sex work (is real work), power imbalance/play.

Tags/warnings: master!hotch, reader works at the bau and is a secret cam girl, hotch is a customer, pet names (bunny, sweet girl), perv!hotch, mutual masturbation, hotch being a little mean.

a/n: yes, oh god yes will this become something I can already taste it. catch me writing another insanely long D/s series about these two because I AM IN LOVE.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

The first time that he noticed a similarity he thought he’d officially lost his mind.

Maybe the sleep deprivation, insurmountable amounts of stress he was under, and the fact that he had yet to have his morning coffee were all working in tandem against him.

It had been a complete accident. You’d been walking towards your desk in the morning, in a foul mood and you didn’t care who saw it. You’d set your bag down on the wooden counter but accidentally miscalculated how close you were to it and slammed your foot into the metal leg that separated them.

A yelp escaped your lips, high pitched, painful, sexual. His ears had perked up immediately, his brows scrunching together as he tried to remember where he’d heard that sound before. Realization struck him like a truck running him against a brick wall.

No, there was no way, his brain was being absurd, he was being absurd.

The day wrapped him up in a tornado of meetings and he’d almost forgotten about the incident earlier in the day, but then he received a notification late at night, after he’d returned home from a long day at the office. She was online, his favorite, perfect girl.

Aaron had never been one for porn, never really saw the appeal of overly produced, almost veering on fake sexual content. He’d met his wife in high school, he was never in need of searching for something that he already had.

But after Haley passed away and he became increasingly frustrated with the idea of having to put himself out there and date someone else to get the intimacy that he desired, he’d bitten the bullet and signed up for one of the many sites that Morgan had not so subtly been recommending for the past few months.

To think that his colleague could tell he was so sexually frustrated to the point that he’d began dropping hints about it had made him more embarrassed than signing up for the site.

The first few times that he used the site were…interesting. Getting past that wall of righteousness he’d put up around himself was difficult. He wanted, no, needed release, craved it in a way he’d never felt before.

He��d go from stream to stream, curious, trying to keep an open mind. But nothing really spoke to him, nothing really made him excited to engage, to stay longer than a few minutes, to touch himself.

And then he’d found her, bouncingbunny1, or Bunny as she went by for the customers that paid enough to be in her inner circle.

She was beautiful in that girl next door who was secretly naughty way that he hadn’t realized he was so attracted to. Always clad in delicate pink lingerie, never showing her face, even when he’d finally gotten over his fear and paid for a private session.

It was easy to fantasize, easy to let himself go and allow the soft cadence of her voice, the filthy sounds of her moans as she touched herself for his pleasure and his pleasure only, making him come undone in minutes.

He’d learned something dangerous about himself then, a desperate need to dominate, to control, to have power over someone in such an intimate way. Watching this delicate woman come undone by his orders, his commands, his instructions on how he wanted her to pleasure herself was more satisfying than anything he’d experienced before.

Now, months later, he could confidently accept that this had been one of the best decisions he’d ever made. Sure, he spent as much money on her as he did on rent every month, but it was honestly worth it. He had an insurmountable amount of access, she’d told him as much on their nightly conversations.

It wasn’t just about release anymore. He found himself talking to her, texting and calling, whenever she was online and he needed her. There had been a few instances where they’d closed a particularly tough case and all he needed was to hear her voice, but she was unavailable.

But she made up for it with messages filled with those silly kissing face emojis, telling him that she’d make it up to him later that night. And he never questioned it, never even found it odd that sometimes those moments happened to coincide with them being stuck on the jet or pulling a late night of paperwork at the office.

He had no reason to think anything of it, no reason to ever even begin to think of the possibility that it was you…that it could ever be you on the other side of his screen. You, his subordinate, his teammate, his friend who he adored and cherished and thanked the universe every day for your patience, kindness, love.

Even with the slightest possibility, the smallest sliver that it could be you—

user1102: Bunny.

bouncingbunny1: hiiiiii Master 🤭🥰🩷💖😚

user1102: Can we play?

Bouncingbunny1: yes sir

He smirked to himself, immediately calling. He never showed his face or his body. The only indication that he was real was through what he allowed you to hear. That was another thing that he’d noticed about himself, how deep and sharp his voice could get when he allowed himself to be free.

You answered the call immediately. You knew he didn’t like to be kept waiting and you couldn’t contain your excitement every time he called you. He was the only reason you were still doing this, even after finishing college (debt free), after getting through the academy and getting the job you’d been desperately working towards all your adult life – he had come in and kept you wrapped up in his orbit.

You’d started working at the BAU almost a year ago. They were down an agent and you’d been brought in to train for the position. The transition had been stressful, something that you were accounting for but not to this degree.

You had taken a break from camming in preparation for the adjustment period, taking your time to see if you would even want to return to it or if it was a closed chapter in your book.

But you’d returned home one night after a particularly grueling case, with so much pent up energy, so much bratty energy that the only way that you knew how to get it out in a healthy way was to put on a show.

You’d spent the next few hours with your bluetooth vibrator inside you, a pretty baby blue lingerie set over it, cumming over and over and over and over again as the people watching paid to make the device go faster and faster and faster.

That’s when you first met him, user1102. After the first hour was up and you were practically hanging on to your couch for dear life, he’d told you he’d pay five hundred dollars if you took a break, if you drank a full glass of water for him on camera to show him you were taking care of yourself.

And so you did, everyone else in the chat respecting the decision, albeit annoying as it was, since they all understood that money spoke volumes and they were not in the market to try and outbid whoever he was.

You didn’t recognize him from your usual clients which meant that this was the first time he was seeing you, and what a night to start indeed. He kept coming back after that, every time that you were able to find the time or needed to find release, to clear your mind of the day’s events.

He was always a big tipper, an even bigger flirt, always made sure to send public and private messages while you played live, always said hello and goodbye.

You’d squealed loudly when he finally requested a private session and made sure you looked extra good for him. He was perfect, even if you had no idea what he looked like, and these sessions became more and more frequent to the point that you’d almost stopped performing for other people.

You were sitting in front of your couch on the cold wood floor, a fluffy towel under you. He could see a few toys off camera and a large water bottle that he’d gotten you next to them, clearly just in frame for him.

“Hi bunny,” he groaned, his hand already wrapped around his cock.

“Hi Master,” you whimpered, already feeling spacey and out of it. It was always like this with him, easy to slip, to submit, to simply allow your brain to think about following his instructions.

“Someone’s eager,” he mocked and you immediately knew what he was talking about. It was crazy to think that you were so attuned to him, to where his mind was. It filled you with warmth every time that you could anticipate his thoughts, his needs, his desires.

“Prepared,” you whined, offended. “I always make a mess when we play and I’m tired of having to mop my floor.”

He chuckled, hand tightening around himself. He never had to work to get hard when he spoke with you, the mere thought of getting to play, as you liked to call it, enough to get him going.

That’s when he noticed it, a small band aid on the side of your foot.

“What happened to your foot, sweet girl?” he asked, his heart beating uncomfortably fast, blood practically shooting up to his ears and his cock.

“Oh…” you started, a little afraid that he’d punish you for not being careful. “I bumped it against a chair today.”

He came harder than he’d ever had that night just by the mere thought that you were the one letting out those addicting noises, that you were the one coming undone because of him, that you were the one writhing, shaking, panting, so completely at his mercy that you’d quite literally do anything for him.

You were in god awful, swampy Florida. The summer sun was unforgiving, the cozy, long sleeve you had chosen for what you believed would be a long day at the office doing paperwork was definitely the worst clothing choice as the humidity practically clung to your body.

You wanted to scream, wanted to punch something, wanted to take it off and not worry about flaunting your practically naked breasts to everyone around you. Anything to get rid of the burning heat that trapped your body.

You were practically a walking puddle when you made it back to the station, practically bolting to the bathroom in a cloud of smoke. Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle, he’d been teasing you about it all afternoon, especially after he’d urged you to change and you had refused because you were sure you’d be staying inside with Reid in the comfort of the air conditioned building.

Aaron couldn’t help but notice your mood. You weren’t normally this grumpy. You were usually the one making sure he stopped frowning. He gave you a moment and then followed behind swiftly.

You stepped into the women’s bathroom and immediately pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aggressively over the sink. You stood there, heaving, allowing the cold air to seep into your body, to have it calm you down, ground you.

Aaron was about to knock when he saw the door slightly ajar and he immediately stilled, his eyes landing on your topless body. It was too similar, you were too similar, his brain now desperately trying to find similarities between you and her.

You were wearing a cupless white lace bra, one that he could’ve sworn he’d bought you only a few days prior. You hadn’t worn it yet, at least not to his knowledge, which meant you must’ve just gotten it in the mail.

It was overwhelming to say the least. He couldn’t continue going on like this. He needed to know.

He pulled out his phone, discreetly lingering outside of the women’s bathroom, always glancing around to make sure no one could see him.

user1102: Bunny, I need you.

The second his thumb pressed send his gaze shot up to you once more, waiting to see your reaction. As much as his Bunny would sometimes tell him that she couldn’t play right that second, she’d always, without fail, answer his messages within seconds.

He could see your attention shift from the mirror in front of you to your phone for a second as you slid your new shirt over yourself. His gaze sharpened, his cock twitched in anticipation, his breathing hitched.

But instead you pressed one key and brought the device up to your ear, your soft, steady voice muffled by the distance between you. He sighed deeply, in defeat as he looked back down at his phone, his message unanswered.

“Are you okay?” he almost jerked back as he heard you address him, concern lacing your voice. You were right beside him then, those round, doe eyes of yours that he loved so much wide and worried.

He could simply nod, enough to satisfy you and yet not give you even an ounce of understanding into what was really going on.

You all made it to the hotel later that night. He had quickly checked you all in since you were all about to drop. It had been a very long day to say the least and all you really wanted was to take an ice cold shower and go to sleep.

“Alright,” he addressed the group. “Rossi, room 702, Reid and Morgan, room 705, JJ, room 806, Emily and–” his eyes met yours and he immediately lost his train of thought for a second before he handed the key cards to the raven haired woman beside you. “Room 807.”

He stepped back. “I’ll be down in room 604 if anyone needs anything. Back at the lobby at seven.”

With that you all shuffled towards the elevators, like a horde of zombies. You had been true to your word, practically cold plunging yourself in the shower and proceeding to put on some shorts and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in.

Emily took the shower after you were done, your plan being to throw yourself on the bed and pass out immediately. But as luck would have it, your stomach practically screamed at you to feed it.

You sighed deeply, crossing the room to see if room service was still open at the late hour only to realize it had just closed. You groaned in annoyance, the brat peeking through, your body starting to crave a different type of relief.

Luckily there was a vending machine down on the sixth floor, so that’s where you found yourself, irritatingly making the trek down. The elevator doors opened directly into the hall with the vending machine and you practically came face to face with an equally tired Aaron, clad in his own gray shirt and loose pajama pants.

You bit down on your lip, approaching him slowly. He saw you the second the elevator doors opened and it made him angry that he just knew it was you. There was something so specific about the air whenever you were around, it always felt lighter, smelled sweeter.

“Hungry?” he asked as you approached and you nodded.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you replied and he leaned down to pick up the prepackaged sandwich he’d just gotten for himself.

Your hand wrapped itself around the almost phallic, plastic wrapped item, his gaze slowly falling down your body until it landed on your chest. To say he visibly tensed up was an understatement.

You frowned immediately, stepping forward, into his personal space, your own eyes searching for his but they were glued to your shirt. You looked down at yourself, concerned that maybe there was something on it that had offended him. It was rowdy, but nothing to write home about which only confused you further.

“My college friends used to be in a band,” you explained, trying to lighten the mood. “They made like three of these shirts,” you laughed, clearly remembering fond memories. “Anyway, it’s silly and stupid, I know, but I still have it.”

He knew, he knew all of that, because he’d once called her– you while you were still in your pajamas, wearing that very specific shirt. You’d told him that same story, with a few more details of course, but still.

There was no denying it now, no way to twist the truth, no way to unknow what he now knew for certain.

His own hand pulled on the sandwich and your frown only deepened, as if the gesture itself had cut you so deep, had broken your heart so painfully.

“It’s…uh– option three, sorry, I have to…” he was down the hall in record time, his heart pounding, his cock practically rock hard against his abdomen. He needed to calm down, needed to take a minute to compose himself, needed to get back to grab his phone so that he could—

user1102: Come to my room.

The message confused you even more than Aaron just had. You were in no mood to deal with anyone, even the man you had made you feel more alive than you had in years. That’s when you noticed you hadn’t replied to him earlier, but whatever guilt you were feeling quickly washed away as anger settled in.

Who the fuck did they both think they were?

bouncingbunny1: ???

user1102: 604

The color drained from your face in an instant. No, it couldn’t be. There was no way, your brain was being absurd, you were being absurd.

user1102: Now, bunny.

You gulped loudly, shaky legs somehow managing to lift carry down the hall. The bright light of the hallways almost sobering you up. Were you seriously about to do this?

At worst you walked over to his door, knocked and he stared at you confused and you’d just have to live with the embarrassment of coming up with a lie. At best…at best he opened the door and dragged you into his room, pressed his lips to yours, and finally gave you the satisfaction of fucking ruining you like you’d wanted your boss and user1102 to do for so long.

You didn’t even get to lift your hand to knock on the door before it swung open aggressively and he stepped into your personal space, his tall, broad frame towering over you.

“Oh, bunny,” he hummed. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to go looking for the big bad wolf?”

“No, Master.”

this was TOO SATISFYING TO WRITE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. it was crazy to go from soft boy mr. hotchner to just...insanity and power and control and i love how this turned out.

y'all better fucking FLOOD my inbox with asks for them.

tags: @xladyxdreamer, @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh

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thegnomelord · 5 months

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A Little Bit Of Heaven

CW: NSFW, FTM subbot Gaz, domtop Male Reader, oral, scar kissing, soft fluffy sex, body worship, lingerie, fem language, reader is whipped for Gaz

PS: This is inspired by @ramvur 's art piece of Gaz, @el-chonkus you wanted to be tagged so here you go :D

The last few months have been Hell on both of you; mission after mission, drill after drill, chasing away exhaustion and sleep deprivation with copious amounts of caffeine in an attempt to put a dent in the stacks of paperwork you've been given. Despite spending most of your time together, be it training recruits or as battle buddies on missions, it feels like you and Kyle never have time for each other, the only time you two have to be intimate being when Kyle sleeps on your shoulder during the long plane rides.

So when Price tells you you two are cleared for a week of military leave, you jump at the chance to have a proper vacation. Once you get the tickets you put it in an envelope, going out to find Gaz.

You find him in your shared bunk room, peacefully snoring with a book splayed over his chest. Even in his sleep he's on edge, fingers twitching occasionally as if pulling the trigger of a gun. You're quiet as a mouse as you walk to his bed, kneeling to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

Kyle's eyelids flutter open, your familiar outline in his blurry vision calms him before military grade instincts can kick in, having to blink a few times to focus on you. "Mhm, what'ime isit?" He slurs as he sits up, the few minutes of sleep doing nothing to lessen the bags under his pretty brown eyes.

"Still early." You say, keeping your voice low. "I'm sorry for waking you,"

"Is fine," He waves away your apology, reaching out to wrap a loose arm around your neck, pulling you closer. "Did you need something?" Kyle's still groggy as he nuzzles your cheeks together, aiming for your lips but winding up kissing your nose.

"Yeah," You take a moment to relish the intimacy, not that Kyle minds, breathing in your scent with a happy sigh; God knows how long you'd spent in an intimacy deficit. "Guess what I did." You say with a humorous tone.

That sobers him up enough to lean back and give you a critical eye. "If you hid Price's cigars again I'm not hiding you." He warns, but there's obvious amusement in his voice.

"No, no," You snort, holding out the envelope for him. "It's something better."

"Do I even want to know?" Kyle raises an eyebrow but takes the envelope, opening it. Inside he finds two plane tickets to Greece, along with an invoice for a rented villa. "Are these. . .?" His voice dies down as he looks at you with wide eyes.

"You did say you wanted to go somewhere warm." You shrug a shoulder, trying not to show how much you hope he'll be pleased by this seeing as you two hadn't planned anything for your leave.

"Oh, mate," You can't describe the wide smile that graces his features, bright like the sun, one you'd happily let blind you. "Come here you-" He pulls you so close your foreheads bonk together, you can feel his grin as he kisses you. "-beautiful bastard." He sighs as your lips part but you don't, breathing in the same air.

"You're the beautiful one." Your comment has him giggling like a child; Kyle's laugh feels like silk on your ears, so infectious you find yourself giggling too. "Do you like them?"

"Do you even need to ask?" He teases, pulling you into another kiss.

. . .

Gaz is very smug on the day you're supposed to leave, cheeky as he gushes to Soap of all the things you two have got planned for your vacation, which of course has the Scot whining to Ghost about 'stepping up'. But it's all in good fun and you're sent off with a few demands to bring souvenirs.

Despite how tired you two are, the entire plane ride to Greece is spent learning about the local town near the villa you'd rented and all the tourist attractions there, learning a few sayings as well as how not to get scammed.

He's like a kid on Christmas when you finally get to the villa, exploring every room and the grounds around it; It's as pretty as it is old, spiderwebs of ivy and roses wrapping around the columns and sides of it, built on a cliff overlooking the ocean, but far bigger than what you two are used to, Kyle's animated assessment of every little detail in the frescos, evaporating the eeriness of the empty rooms.

And of course, the first thing you do when you get there is sleep a solid 24 hours, your exhaustion catching up to you two. You wake up the next day to Kyle still snoring next to you, much more relaxed and clutching you like a koala. He doesn't even stir when you get out of bed to make him and you a very late breakfast, receiving loving kisses on the cheek when Kyle finally stumbles out of dream land.

You spend your vacation doing all the typical couple things, thousands of photos filling Gaz's phone — you two dinning out or attempting to make some local dishes, several of you two donkey riding across the mountains (and one that he'd favored of a donkey trying to eat your clothes), silly photos of you two interacting with the statues in a nearby garde (you especially love the one of him imitating one), pictures of sunsets and sunrises and a dozen more of him coming out of the water, some selfies of Gaz with you haggling with a merchant in the background as well as your triumphant smirk as you hold a pearl necklace to Kyle's neck from behind.

Kyle likes to look at the photos when he wakes up before you, your body warm and pressed against his from behind while you sleep with your arms around him, his chest light as a feather from how intimate you two had been able to be, how lovely you'd been to him, a true gentleman and every bit the man he fell in love with.

And Kyle decides he wants to do something for you. And for him. A nice gift for the both of you.

He has to shove his pillow into your arms otherwise you wouldn't let go of him, a small giggle leaving his lips at how you nuzzle and hug the pillow like a koala. He tries to stay quiet as he goes to the dresser to pick up the small special suitcase he'd brought just for this vacation, picking out the clothes he'd wanted to wear just for you and him, but never got the time.

He watches himself in the mirror as he puts on the stockings, the material soft against his skin, the kitten heels fitting him perfectly. Kyle struggles with the bralette for a few minutes, but it's worth it when it frames his pecs in such a pleasing way, perking them up and hiding the top scars that run beneath them. Finally comes the long feathered robe, dragging behind him when he twirls in front of the mirror.

Kyle can feel giddy bubbling in his chest, heart beating just a bit faster. Back on base he would have felt ashamed at wearing something so frivolous and impractical, he was a soldier god damn it, but here, with you, he's just Kyle.

Gaz glances to your still sleeping form as he sits by the vanity to do his makeup, lipstick and mascara and a light blush, taking care of the small amount of facial he's managed to grow. He can't wait to see how you'll react when you see him like this. . .

A little mischievous smirk crosses his features and Gaz silently comes to your side of the bed, leaning down to kiss your face, leaving red lipstick marks all across your skin before leaving you to wake up to his surprise.

. . .

You wake from sunlight filtering through the curtains, the soft sound of Kyle humming rousing you from your dreams. You attempt to cuddle closer but soon enough figure out it's a pillow you're hugging. You grumble and sit up, your brain stuttering when you see yourself in the mirror. Bright lipstick marks dot a side of your face, from your forehead down all the way down to your jaw.

Kyle's work, no doubt, but you can't bring yourself to wipe his marks on you — a type of stigmata you'd happily wear. You don't bother with clothes, yawning as you follow the soft sound of his humming to the balcony.

You nearly swallow your tongue when you see him; wreathed in the soft morning light, his skin glowing like the golden bracelets on his arms, the pink roses blending in with his robe making him look like he's sitting on a cloud, soft feathers accentuating the robe like pearly sea foam he'd formed from. Your eyes roam from his red heels up the toned thighs, the sunlight softening the harsh scars decorating his stomach, the sheer material of the bralette both leaving nothing to the imagination and making you want to pull it off, his red lips like the red skin of an apple Eve had been tempted with.

If you were a Trojan prince, you wouldn't have looked at any goddess had Kyle been there, someone the sculptors of old times would have clamored to have as a muse.

If he told you he was a god, you'd take it as gospel, gift Kyle all your devotion just like the pearl necklace he's appraising.

"Holy hell." You mumble, scared to distract him, unwilling to pull him out of his own little world where his face isn't tense with unease and exhaustion, where his shoulders are relaxed and his instincts are blissfully sleeping, where he can just be.

But Kyle hears you, his warm brown eyes shifting to you, a bit of surprise flashing in his face before smiling. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." Kyle chuckled, a flush of heat spreading across his face at the way you look at him — eyes smoldering like coals with desire, a lovesick puppy just for him.

"You could have just woken me up if you were lonely." You hummed as you slowly approached him, brushing your fingers against his cheek. "You know I'd never say no to you."

"I know, I know." He huffs, pretty dark lashes fluttering as he pats your hand before pulling you into a kiss. You can taste wine on his lips, soft and plush against your own. He pulls back, holding up the pearls pearls. "Help me with these yeah?"

"Sure," You say, watching him shift so his back is facing you. You clip the pearl necklace around his neck easily, kissing the back of his neck just to feel him shiver. "There you go, handsome man."

"Trying to seduce me are you?" Gaz grins and quickly turns to you, pecking your forehead but pulling back when you attempt to kiss him.

"Can you blame me?" You nuzzle his neck, laying gentle kisses across his neck, your heart fluttering when he tilts his head back to give you more room. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Oh you," You can just about catch the way a blush darkens his face to a rich mahogany, his skin warming under your lips as you nibble on his collarbones. "charming bastard." He chuckles, holding the back of your neck as you go further down to trace the outline of his sternum with your lips.

"Just for you," Your hands rise up to cup his pecs over the bralette, lightly groping without attempting to take it off just yet. "Do you want to. . .?" You ask, rubbing your thumb over his pebbled nipple and god, if the soft silk pressing against his sensitive skin doesn't turn him on, nothing will.

"Fuck yes." Gaz whines so sweetly, holding your head close to his chest as you pull one nipple into your mouth, wetting the silk and making him shiver. You pull off to do the same to the other nipple, your hands roaming over his torse, tracing the harsh scars before going back up to push the bralette enough for you to be able to trace the top scars with your tongue. "Oh shit." He grunts as you kiss along the sensitive skin from one side of his chest to the other. "Love." He whines, embarrassed by his own eagerness, but if you don't touch him more he swears he's going to die.

You pull back and settle on your knees; Gods may be worshiped in blood and wine, but your devotion is all he needs. And you'll give it to him.

Your revenant fingers grope the muscle and fat of his thigh, slowly pulling down the pink stocking and following after it with your lips. Tracing the imprint the stocking had left at his mid thigh, pecking the bony part of his knee, kissing the small scars dotting his shin down to his ankle as you finally pull his heel and stocking off him.

Gaz swears he can feel his heart beating in his throat as he watches you repeat the process on his other leg, warmth lingering long after your lips have moved on. "Christ alive," He mumbles, the moment you peel off his remaining stocking he's spreading his legs for you, cheeks growing warm as your eyes settle on his cunt. A damp spot has grown on the feathered robe where his slick had trickled down, curly dark hair slick with his arousal, his dick starting to peek beneath it's hood. "Don't tease me now love." He whines out the last word, buzzing nerves threatening to force his thighs to close, but his need for you outweighs the embarrassment of exposing himself like this.

You're between his legs in a second, hiking his thighs on your shoulders and feeling the hard earned muscles tense around your ears. "Alright, alright." Is the last words you say before starting to really worship him, his hand brushing your hair as you press your face against his cunt.

Your tongue circling his hole and lapping up the slick dripping from it births a relieved and pleased sigh from Kyle's chest. The slow movement of your tongue exploring his pussy lips has his muscles relaxing, forcing him to recline on the bench, the railing of the balcony providing needed support as you slowly circle his hardening dick. You flatten your tongue to give his dick something to rub against, moving your tongue up and down as Kyle's hips twitch to meet your movements, lazily following after the pleasure.

You have no need to rush, listening to his pleased sighs and small little whimpers as you let him set the pace. Kyle can barely see you from how blurry his eyes are, soft sounds leaving his lips as you search out all his pleasure spots like you don't know where they are, like you're doing this for the first and last time; He has to bite his lip to give his thoughts something to latch on to lest his mind drown in the pleasure, embarrassment curling in the spaces of is belly not overtaken with heat at the thought of cumming so fast.

But you can feel how he comes closer and closer to an orgasm by the way his chest heaves, the way more slick continues to trickle from his cunt, staining your chin despite your best efforts to swallow his ichor down. His hand on the back of your hand keys you in to go faster, and without further ado you focus solely on his dick, swirling your tongue around it like it's a lollypop, dipping to lap beneath the hood.

His thighs tense like vices around your ears, threatening to crack your skull— what a wonderful death —is all your mind can think as oxygen slowly depletes, your sole objective to pleasure him. Distantly you can hear him chant your name, thighs shaking and hips twitching to grind his dick against your tongue.

Suddenly you wrap your lips around his length and suck.

His orgasm crashes over Kyle like a wave, pulling him down to drown in the depths of mind-numbing pleasure, sea foam popping in his belly as heat burns in his bones. You mouth opens to swallow all the slick gushing from his cunt and down your jaw, wet hair tickling your face as his shaking thighs clench around your head.

You don't pull away when Kyle's orgasm winds down and his thighs relax. "Sh-ah- shite!" Kyle moans when your tongue returns, feather light flicks against his pulsating walls collecting his slick like you've been in a desert for months. Your name falls from his lips, both a prayer and a curse, his thighs shaking as static dances across his nerves, his hand on his mouth trying to uselessly silence his moans as you lap up his arousal.

He finally manages to gather enough strength to pull your head back, both of you struck dumb by the other. You— by how ruined he looks, lines of mascara down his cheeks from where tears had laid a path, chest heaving and skin turned rich mahogany from ears to collarbones; Kyle — by how debauched you look, the lipstick marks he'd left earlier smudged all across your face, jaw and throat shining with his slick.

Fuck, he's aroused again.

He whimpers your name, tugging your head. "Need you." He whispers, eyes hooded.

In one smooth move you rise to your feet and pick him up, his legs and arms wrapping around you as he pulls you into a kiss, uncaring of his own taste on your tongue. You have just enough sense in your head to make your way to a laying couch close by, putting him down, your heart fluttering at how the feathered robe spreads out around him like a cloud.

"Hurry up," Kyle grumbles, a blush burning his cheeks even more as he splays his legs open for you, cunt clenching around nothing and dick hard as a rock, his arms still firmly wrapped around your neck to keep your mouths close.

You chuckle, the tip of your achingly hard cock kissing his cunt just as you do to his lips, "Breathe in and relax." You grip your dick in one hand to position yourself.

"'m not a bloody virgin." Kyle complains, his entire body so relaxed and pussy so slick that his cunt doesn't offer even a smidgeon of resistance as you push in, both of you groaning as your cock spreads his warm walls open.

"Let me treat you like one." You snort and distract any discomfort he might feel with a kiss, slowly sinking deeper and deeper until your balls rest against his ass, cock throbbing inside his clenching cunt. You stop, resting your forehead against his as you wait him to adjust.

Kyle breathes out a small grumble, "Only if you move." His leg wraps around your waist, heel digging into your back to force your hips to shift.

You grin and kiss him again, swallowing his moans when you pull back a bit and push your cock back in, his cunt greedily swallowing you back in and clenching around you like it doesn't want to let you go. But Kyle shifts his hips to meet your thrusts half way, his nails clawing scratches into your back when you start moving quicker.

"Oh, fuck- yes!- like that, just-" Kyle pants into your mouth, eyes hooded and unfocused, pleasure gnawing on his nerves as every deep thrust nails a pleasure spot inside him, the veins of your cock scrapping his sensitive walls, his slick wetting both of your pubes. He jumps the second you reach down to stroke his dick between two of your fingers, timing it to stroke down every time you bottom out inside him, the air around you filled with the scent of sex and Kyle's sweet moans and chants of your name.

"Fuck, I'm close." You warn as you increase your pace, your entire body buzzing with pleasure. "Do you want it inside?" You ask, biting your lips and trying to stave off your orgasm.

"Shite- yes, yes, yes-" Kyle throws his back as his orgasm sneaks up on him for the second time, slick warm walls clamping down on your flesh like vices as he cums. You follow suit soon after, bottoming out as you cum inside him.

You're both breathless and sweaty as you shift him around so you're not crushing him when you lay down, your head resting on his chest. Your eyes close as you listen to his breathing, and you swear you could fall asleep if his hands didn't brush your hair, scratching the back of your neck until you force your eyes open.

His smiling face greets you, soft and warm like the sun, "Thank you love." He grins, tugging you into a quick and soft kiss.

"Thank you." You hum, making him laugh a little. You lay there just enjoying the sound of the sea and the chirping birds for a bit. Then you feel him shift, grinding his hips back onto your soft cock still inside him. "Kyle?" You ask, your cock hardening slowly despite the pain of overstimulation.

"Think you can go again?" There's an impish smirk on his handsome face as he grinds his hips again, every bit a demanding god as he pulls you back into a hungry kiss, all tongue and teeth.

And you wouldn't dare refuse him. . .

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yandere-sins · 18 days

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Okay so I feel a bit silly about this, but I just have to ask at some point. To keep it short, I wonder if Dr Ratio has already had his first time and if he even has sex often. I mean he is a grown adult at all. Don't see me as a horny Dr Ratio simp, I'm just interested and little things like that always make me like a character even more. I would be happy if you would answer this question :)♡

Why feel silly? We love all kinds of sexual status here, especially when it's someone as delicious as Ratio! Also, I appoint you simp from now on, because we should be simping for him (but don't be like me and have him in your team just for aesthetics bc my Ratio makes no damage at all! :D And that's okay... :'D)

As wonderful as our Doc is, this is a very open-to-interpretation question. You can honestly go both ways with him, and we'll never know because... he probably wouldn't even tell or show any signs to his darling how much experience he has once he gets with them ;)

Maybe he is a virgin and a very stoic and pathetic one at that. In his pursuit of making knowledge more accessible to every "idiot", there isn't much time for personal needs. I totally see him pass out from sleep deprivation despite being horny and then suppress his morning wood with a cold shower, even though he's really not happy about it. No one knows why he's so upset, but they all avoid him on mornings like that. There's no way he never put a hand on himself in all these years, but he won't know the blessing that comes when someone else does it, until he meets his darling.

It's an instant game over for him, Veritas unable to form a complete sentence when he first meets you, his cock springing up, precum staining his clothes. It threatens to burst out of his pants, hard and agitated and in desperate need to be treated to its first experience of intercourse. He tries to play it cool with a faint blush on his cheeks, tries his usual spiel of pretending he's better than you after catching his composure immediately, always gauging your reactions and wanting to see them to fuel his desire. All while completely hiding the fact that he wants to drop to his knees and hump your feet.

That night, jerking off is more like ripping off as he just can't stop the thoughts of you invading his mind and making him hard again and again. His whole bed is sullied, the tissue box empty, the Doctor is panting and blushing and immediately reminded of how plump and soft your lips were. Or your ass as you walked away from him. The sparkle in your eyes and the few exposed spots of skin in your outfit. And then his thoughts are going wild with you bent over on his bed, exposing yourself to him, your giggles and moans replaying in his ears, although he made all of them up. Honestly, he's a bit ashamed afterward for losing his composure quite like that.

It doesn't make him any less pathetic when he finally gets his hands on you. You might be fighting and hating him, but he tied you up exactly the way he needs so he can fuck your thighs or pry your pretty lips open to stuff your mouth with his thick cock. And you never disappoint him in that regard. You'll still be as amazing, making him cum almost instantly the first few times, after being with him for years. Ratio will still yearn for the warmth of your body around his dick decades down the line, and he'll greet you with the same enthusiasm (just more stamina and better technique) every time he comes home to you. You two really grow together; isn't that sweet? ;)

Man's still stoic and pathetic, but not with all those partners he had over the years, oh no. It's really bothersome to him to actually let one of those groupies get a piece of his cake, and he doesn't do it because his mind wants to. But it's just normal to fulfill a need he has, right? Veritas doesn't bed some random person (who found him super hot and practically ogled him all evening) for pleasure or enjoyment. Even less for payment, though some people try to buy his time and affection.

In short, he's a miserable lover.

We should feel bad for the people thinking he's going to blow their minds. It's not like he hurts them or anything, but he does his thing and leaves, telling anyone who's confused and dissatisfied that he didn't enjoy it much, either. He got to finish; that's all that matters to him. He's really awful to these poor souls; we can't deny it.

But then he met you, and everything changed. You are constantly on his mind, the underside of his table stained with remnants of cum as he savagely had to jerk himself up to free his thoughts again. But it doesn't really help, and he imagines doing things with you on his table, books, honestly, everywhere. Ratio has to flee any function if someone there happens to have the same perfume as you because he cannot control himself once reminded of you. And in the bitterness of moaning your name in an empty room, his cock mangled and still hard despite previous jerk-off sessions, he decided he has to have you, just so he can get a remnant of himself back.

He is reading up on how to be a better lover as he fingers you simultaneously, observing your reactions and even going down on you... for research, of course. No one knew he'd get drunk on bringing you pleasure. On learning that the reason you were feeling so damn good was his work. Sure, it boosts his ego, but you have no idea what it does to him to see your eyes dazed, your expression twisting. He teases you, but it gets him off quicker than anything else when you admit how good you feel. He'll be grinning from ear to ear the following day, remembering what you said, only to pretend he wasn't reveling in the memories when you catch him. He loves teasing you, kissing every part of your body while you squirm, knowing it turns him even more on than it does you. It's a good thing you need so much convincing, so he can satisfy his greed for you plenty before the real deal begins.

Suddenly, sex is so much more interesting when he does it with you, no matter how much you complain in the beginning—your moans say otherwise. You may hate him, but gods, does he love the look on your face when you're overstimulated, and Ratio is only getting started, making you arch your back as he plunges into you, your legs quivering around his head. Drawing out the act and letting you 'suffer' is so much more delicious and enjoyable than anything he had with another person before. He doesn't even wonder if it would have changed anything for his feelings had he done his research with the partners he fucked before. Only you can make his heart race, get him drunk on your juices, and look like an angel in his sheets covered in his cum. It's only you, it's only ever been you, and he'll never let that go.

Because no matter how much you simp for him, he'll always simp more for you ;)

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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The beginning of the end...?

Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Word count ⇒ 5.6K

Summary ⇒ Steve and Bucky are planning on proposing, but as they're doing this, they don't realize the two of them are giving you the feeling you're not worthy of them. As soon as they find out, their behavior completely changes, and before you know it, you have two super soldiers down on their knees, asking you to marry them.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings ⇒ Polyamorous relationship, use of nicknames (Princess, Printsessa),

Angst ⇒ Hurt/comfort, references to anxiety and insecurity.

Smut ⇒ MMF threesome, D/S undertones, sensory play/deprivation (blindfold), discussion of safewords, size kink, dirty talk, oral (F receiving), nipple play, fingering (anal/vaginal), double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, implied aftercare

Request ⇒ Anon I don’t know if you write this but could you maybe write a story about bucky x Steve x y/n or reader what you prefer. That they are in a relationship but reader feels left out because Steve and bucky go way back together so she thinks they wanne break up while the boys are planning to propose. So reader distance herself more and more while the boys have no clue. In the end they propose to her but I want a good angsty/ fluff story

A/n -> Thank you so much for this beautiful request, sweet Nonnie! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me develop the title, and I want to say thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for helping me whilst writing this, as well as for your feedback while proofreading. You helped me bring this fic to the next level, and I deeply appreciate it! ❤️

A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again ❤️

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Something between the three of you has shifted. You don't know how, why, or when, but it has. And with that, your anxiety has gone through the roof as well. Steve and Bucky have been spending more time with each other than with you lately, which is strange since they usually can't keep their hands off of you, or each other for that matter. Even though all three of you still sleep in the same bed at night, it doesn't feel the same and you're starting to feel like a third wheel in your relationship. After all, they've known each other for almost a century.

You're watching a movie with only Steve because Bucky is on an undercover mission and is unreachable for at least a week. However, even though you have chosen the movie, you're not watching it. Your eyes look at the TV, but your brain doesn't register what's happening as you're so lost in your thoughts.

"Is everything okay, Princess?" Steve asks when he notices you've been zoned out for a while.

"Yeah, just tired," you say and fake a yawn, getting up to go to bed despite still being early in the evening. Steve looks at you with worry when you stand, but he leaves it be for now; he figures that if something's wrong, you'll come to him.

"Okay, sleep well, Princess," he says in a soft, defeated voice, and your heart aches at the sound, but you will your legs to walk to the bedroom and curl into the comforter on your bed. Not long after, you feel the mattress dip beside you, and Steve cuddles up to you under the heavy comforter. You let out a small sigh as you feel his muscular chest press against your back. Steve places a few soft kisses on your shoulder before he whispers something to you, under the impression you're asleep.

"I love you, Princess. I'm sorry we have to do it this way, but it'll be for the best," he says. With those words, he lays his head down, and you're fighting against your tears. This confirms it for you. He's just being nice to you now because Bucky's not here, waiting for him to return so they can break up with you together. It'll always be them against the world, and they don't have a place inside that world for you.

To save yourself from most of the pain, you decide to spend more time with others or alone in your room instead of with Steve, and while you notice the sad look on his face, he also doesn’t come to you.

"Princess, can we talk for a minute?" Steve asks as you walk into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. He's leaning against the counter in tight sweatpants and an even tighter shirt. You feel a wave of arousal course through your veins and between your legs, as you look him up and down, admiring his physique. You don’t let it distract you from the matter as you prepare for the talk he’s about to have with you.

"Sure, Steve," you say with a slight smile, hoping it looks sincere.

When you have your breakfast ready, he leads you to your bedroom, where you sit on your couch. He takes his place next to you, almost taking up half the sofa with the broad shoulders you love so much -where you scrape your nails when he's fucking your brains out. But that's not what you're thinking of right now, no. Right now, you're bracing yourself for what's to come; the inevitable is here, you think.

"As you know, Bucky is coming home from the mission tomorrow, and I was thinking of surprising him with a relaxing evening with the three of us. A nice home-cooked dinner, a relaxing bath, maybe even a blanket fort and a movie," he says as he looks at you expectantly.

"I- I think I have plans tomorrow night, sorry," you say, and you look at your food, unable to look Steve in the eye right now because if you do, you're sure he'd see that you're not telling the truth.

"Princess, can you please look at me?" Steve asks in a soft voice, and that's what pushes you over the edge, the tears streaming down your face while you sob uncontrollably. Steve reaches for you and pulls you into his lap, whispering soothing words and kissing you again on your temple.

"It's okay, Princess, I've got you," he says, and you can't help but feel incredibly guilty that he's doing this.

"C'mon, let's get a little more comfortable on the bed," he says as he lifts you up and carries you there before sitting with you in his lap. The two of you stay like that until you calm down and surrender to his warmth, feeling safe in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry…" you croak out, and it's a good thing he has super soldier hearing otherwise, you doubt he would hear you.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Princess," he says as he wipes your tears, and after a little while, you agree to welcome Bucky home tomorrow night, just like you always do when one or both of them come home from a mission.

Bucky is coming home today, and you feel both happy and anxious. What if he doesn't greet you the same way he always does? Or what if he only wants to see Steve? Your mind is going into overdrive the closer he gets to finally being home, but you're trying to keep yourself together, not wanting to breakdown like you did with Steve yesterday. When the Quinjet is on approach, you shoot Steve a quick text to see if he's coming, but he says he's wrapped up in a meeting for a while and that you can go alone, so you do.

As you walk to the hangar, you ball your fists up by your sides to relieve some of the anxiety you're feeling, but all you do is break the skin and leave crescent moons in the palms of your hands. You hope Bucky won't see them. When the Quinjet lands and Bucky walks out, you see him searching for both you and Steve. If he's disappointed only to be greeted by you, he doesn't show it. He runs over to you with a slight jog and a smile on his face before picking you up and hugging you tightly.

"Hi, Printsessa! I can't believe how much I've missed you these past few weeks, and I'm sorry I couldn't contact you sooner," he says as he puts you down and grabs your face softly with his big, calloused hands.

"I love you so much, and I can't wait for our blanket fort tonight," he continues before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, which quickly turns passionate as you let yourself melt into Bucky's touch. When he pulls away, you’re smiling too. You're happy he's home because seeing Bucky somehow makes you forget all your anxieties for just a moment or two.However, as you walk back to the Compound, and Bucky tries to hold your hand, you pull away and he stops dead in his tracks, looking at you with a raised brow. Shit.

"What's going on, Printsessa? Did you hurt your hand or something?" he asks and with a small tear rolling down your face, you unfold the palms of your hands, showing him the damage you've done to them. You don't know how or why, but Bucky seems to catch onto things a lot faster than Steve did, as he immediately figures out it's because they have been spending less time with you lately.

"Is- Is this because of us? Because Steve and I are busier with work lately?" he asks softly. He told Steve this was likely to happen and now that it has he feels worse than ever. With a slight nod, you wordlessly answer his question, and his heart feels like it is shattering as he clutches you to his chest. He holds you as close as he can and repeatedly says the word ‘sorry’.

"I-It's okay," you croak out, still crying into his chest. Suddenly, you feel a powerful, broad chest against your back and one more pair of warm hands rubbing your sides to calm you down. Although you don’t see it, Bucky shoots Steve a look of ’I told you so!’ over your shoulder. They're both feeling sorry, even though this was the only way to organize the extraordinary thing they have planned for you.

"Shall we go inside, and take a bath together, Printsessa? After that, we can build the blanket fort, watch a movie, and cuddle," Bucky offers. You nod into his chest, but you're not letting him go, so he picks you up with no effort and carries you inside.

Bathtime with your two super soldiers is always lovely, especially since you have a custom bathtub that fits all three of you perfectly. Steve lets the water run and puts some of your favorite scented bubbles in while Bucky undresses you with kisses on each piece of skin that he reveals.

"God, I can't believe I've missed out on this for so long, Printsessa," he says, and you can't help but preen because of his words. As his lips find your pulse point, sucking softly but still hard enough to leave a bruise, you let out a small moan.

His hands are squeezing the flesh of your butt and spreading them at the same time, giving Steve a little show as he undresses you. Both of them are incredibly hard and when you feel both their dicks press against your body, you can't help but throw your head back against Steve's shoulder.

"Please," you beg softly, although you’re unsure what you're actually begging for. Both men decide not to make you wait any longer, so Steve pulls you close to his chest while Bucky sinks to his knees in front of you. At the sight of Bucky ready to worship you, you clench around nothing, and Steve's warm breath by your ear makes goosebumps appear across your neck. His arms are hooked under yours, cupping both your breasts as Bucky lifts your leg, hooking it over his shoulder before diving into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly.

"Look at that, Princess, look at how perfect he looks between these delicious thighs of yours," Steve growls in your ear, and it all only serves to arouse you even further, bringing you closer to your orgasm. His fingers find your pebbled nipples, rolling and tugging them, drawing soft whines from your lips. Bucky has both of your thighs in a grip that's sure to leave bruises, but the slight discomfort only leaves you wanting more. More of him. More of Steve. More of everything.

"God, you're just such an easy little slut for us, aren't you? We get you naked, and suddenly, you're like a lost puppy who doesn't know what to do," Steve drawls with a slight smirk. At the same time, Bucky lets his tongue alternate between dipping into your entrance and stimulating your clit, until you're right on the edge. That's when he pulls away without any warning.

"You didn't think we'd let you cum that easy, did you?" Bucky teases, and you can feel the disappointment washing over you. However, it doesn't last long because Steve's lips find their way onto your neck as his hands wander to your waist before turning you around to face him.

"Don't worry, Princess, we'll make up for it in the bath, but you'll have to trust us, alright? We’ll make you feel like you're flying. We’ll make love to you until all you can think about is Bucky and me giving you more pleasure than you ever thought you could feel," he tells you, his bright blue eyes sparkling at the thought of what's to come. However, just as you think he's about to lead you into the bath, he reaches for something on the counter that you didn't see earlier: a blindfold.

"If you're okay with it, I'm going to blindfold you when we're in the bath. We’ll be constantly with you, and make sure nothing happens that you're not okay with, Princess. We’re going to use the traffic light system for this. Can you explain what it means?" he asks patiently, and you nod in response.

"Green means that I'm good, that you can continue what you're doing, and that I'm enjoying it. Yellow means that I might be getting uncomfortable with something, so we stop and have a check-in to see what we can do differently before continuing. Red means I have reached a limit and that I want to stop with what we're doing. This will end the entire scene for everyone, and we’ll move on to aftercare," you tell him, just like you have done so many times before.

Despite this, Steve and Bucky want you to say it to them, whether you're just with one of them or all three of you are together. They’re always mindful of your well-being, both physical and emotional, and they keep an extra eye out for you during moments like these.

''Good girl,'' Bucky tells you and with that all three of you get into the bath. They let you get used to the warmth of the water and softness of the bubbles first, the blindfold still lying on the small table next to the large tub.You're leaning against Steve's chest with your legs stretched out and Bucky gently massages your feet to relax you. They want all your anxiety gone, your mind eased.

Steve joins in, his skilled hands slowly massaging your thighs and a groan falls from your lips when he finds a rather sensitive spot, making him smirk. After they massage your limbs for another ten to fifteen minutes, the two super soldiers share a look,Steve immediately knowing what Bucky is thinking. Bucky leans forward, happily pulling you into his lap and getting you settled as he peppers your neck and jaw with kisses and love bites.

''Are you ready, Printsessa? Steve is going to blindfold you when you're ready, and we're hoping you can take both of us today at the same time. How do you feel about that?'' Bucky explains to you as he looks at you, happy when he doesn’t find any sign of discomfort on your face.

''I feel good about it, Bucky; I want to feel both of you inside me,'' you reply, and immediately after, you're blindfolded, the world around you entirely dark. You can hear the soft background music that Steve turned on, and you can feel two sets of hands roaming over your body. Bucky's metal hand is a stark contrast to his flesh one, even in the water as they roam over your thighs before slipping between them, finding your clit effortlessly.

You gasp at the feeling of the metal on your sensitive nub, and you arch your back, pressing your bare breasts against his chest; your butt is now presented beautifully for Steve, who has both of his hands kneading the flesh as he enjoys the sight in front of him. Your hole is on display, but before he moves to work you open, he needs to hear your consent first.

''Color?'' he asks, and you reply with an immediate green. He reaches to the side of the tub and retrieves a small bottle of silicone-based lube. He flips the top open with his thumb, and you softly gasp at the click. Steve squirts some onto his fingers, ready to start opening you up. He moves his hand to your rim with a soft hum, massaging it with his fingertips until it is relaxed enough to push the tip of his index finger in, working you open slowly. Bucky moves his hand from your clit to your entrance, pushing in two fingers at once. The pleasure you were already feeling heightens immensely.

''Look at you, Printsessa, you're doing so good for us,'' Bucky tells you as he keeps visually checking in with Steve. They know you can handle it but don't want to overwhelm you, so they're extra careful with you. They're both big and they don't want to hurt you accidentally, so caution is necessary. When Steve manages to slip a second lubed finger into you, you wince, and both men immediately stop everything they're doing.

''Color?'' Steve asks.

''Yellow,'' you breathe out. You're having to adjust to him being inside you, but the blindfold over your eyes is making everything more intense.

''I-I need to adjust a little, with the blindfold- I'm just a little more nervous than usual,'' you tell them, and they understand. You take a few deep breaths, giving your body time to get used to what your boyfriends are doing. As you relax, you tell them you’re ‘green,’ and they carefully pick up where they left off. More pleasure blooms through your abdomen as Bucky works a third finger into your pussy, and a loud moan escapes from you as your nails dig into his shoulders.

''Fuck! You both feel so good inside of me,'' you tell them with a broad smile, and you even begin to rock yourself back and forth now that the nerves have disappeared and your confidence has increased. While you were still a little on edge at first, you've now found your footing, and you can feel your orgasm building once more.

''Yeah? Just imagine how you feel when we're both buried deep inside of you, Printsessa, both of our cocks splitting you open as you fall apart on them. Thrusting in and out before we fill you up until both of your holes are dripping with our cum,'' Bucky tells you, and you moan at his words, wanting nothing more than to be filled by them.

''Are you going to cum for us, Princess? Are you cumming on our fingers?'' Steve growls behind you, and with a scream of their names you do, your boyfriends working you through your orgasm with expert precision. They praise you endlessly and prepare you for what's to come. When you come down from your high and are ready for what’s next, Bucky slides down into the bath until the water reaches his shoulders.You straddle him, finding the perfect position so that Steve can also slide in.

''How's this, Printsessa? Are you comfortable?'' Bucky asks, your hands resting on his chest for balance. It's not uncomfortable, but the shift requires you to adjust slightly to avoid falling over onto Bucky.

''Perfect,'' you tell him, and he leans up to kiss you softly. As he does, you hear a soft growl coming from Steve behind you. Your ass has lifted slightly, now only just beneath the surface, as he's admiring where he's about to slide into in a few moments.

''I love to see you lying there like that,'' Steve tells you, and you smile into the kiss with Bucky. When you pull away and sit down, you can feel his length between your thighs, now grown to total hardness. Steve reaches into the water to find Bucky's cock and lube it up; they don’t want to hurt you, after all. Bucky lets out a loud moan as Steve strokes his hand up and down a few times before lining Bucky’s cock up with your pussy. The sensation of his tip against your clit makes you moan as well. Your head falls back as you sink down onto Bucky's length, feeling it stretch you inch by inch.

''Color?'' Steve asks as you sink to the hilt, Bucky's tip hitting your sweet spot.It makes you see stars and your nails scratch his chest in an attempt to ground yourself.

''So fucking green,'' you bite out as you start to grind down on Bucky, whose hands are on your hips to guide your movements. With every thrust back in, you can feel Bucky everywhere, and the fact you can't see makes the experience ten times better. Steve is enjoying the sight in front of him as he generously spreads the lube over his cock. He has ensured you’re adequately prepped, but it will still be a stretch, and he wants it to be pleasurable for you both. After a few minutes of slow grinding on Bucky’s cock, you feel Steve's hands stopping you. He lines himself up to your other hole, which welcomes him in with little resistance.

A loud groan leaves Steve's lips as he carefully thrusts into you, keeping a close eye on your reactions as your body gets used to him. Bucky's eyes are trained on your face as well and he gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear. Your chest heaves up and down at the feeling of both men filling you, but the pleasure only intensifies with every passing second. When Steve slides all the way in with a groan, both men still for a moment, letting you adjust again.

''What's your color?'' Bucky asks you. The blindfold is slightly damp from the sweat dripping off your forehead, but you wouldn't change this moment for the world. Your mouth is slack as you get used to the feeling of fullness; being taken like this by your boyfriends isn't something to take lightly, after all.

''Green,'' you tell them eventually, and with that, Steve sets a slow pace that has all three of you moaning loudly as pleasure courses through your bodies. It doesn't take long for you to fall over the edge of another orgasm; your body was already near the edge from the time Bucky had slid in. With a long, broken moan, you work yourself over their cocks, trying to be the one to set the pace even though you barely have the strength to hold yourself up.

''Let us do the work, Printsessa; you relax. Just enjoy how we make you feel,'' Bucky says, and you nod. You let yourself sink against him, and Steve slides out to change positions, too, so he can be the one to do most of the work right now. He doesn't mind, and as he slides back in with ease, he almost immediately sets a pace that makes both you and Bucky moan loudly.

''Look at you, Princess, your tight holes are welcoming us so beautifully.You look so perfect between us as we fuck you into oblivion,'' Steve says. You’re so small that your body is now completely covered by both men. Steve can feel himself throb inside you, his orgasm nearing fast now and a glance at Bucky lets him know the other man feels the same. It doesn't take long for them to cum inside you, filling you with every last drop of their cum. Once their breathing returns to normal, they carefully pull out, one after the other.

They shift you so that your back is against Steve's chest at the side of the tub, and Bucky kneels in front of you. His long, skilled fingers untie the knot behind your head with ease, and when the blindfold falls away, you look into his eyes, which are filled with love.

''Welcome back, Printsessa,'' he says before kissing your lips gently.

After your bath, all three of you step out of the tub, and your boyfriends dry you off before seeing to themselves. Bucky picks you up, towel and all, and carries you to the bed for much-needed cuddles. When he puts you down, he dresses you in a pair of panties and one of his henleys. He grabs a pair of sweatpants for himself while Steve gets the blanket fort ready to celebrate another successful mission.

''We're fortunate to have you as our girlfriend, you know that?'' Bucky says, peppering your face with kisses as you sit sideways on his lap, your fingers tracing the intricate patterns on his Vibranium arm. You're about to say something in return, but Steve walks back in, and you can't help but glance at his abs, his sweatpants hanging below them.

''Who's ready for some blanket fort cuddles?'' Steve asks, and you jump off Bucky's lap, racing toward it. They always allow you to go in first so you can find the most comfortable spot, but they follow you quickly, ready to watch a movie and unwind together. Not a single worry plagues your mind, and the anxieties you felt over the last few weeks have all melted away. They didn't want to get rid of you, after all.

"Printsessa?" Bucky says as you're curled up in the big armchair in the living room, your Kindle lying on your lap as you read the latest Stephen King novel. You look up at him with a soft smile, which he returns and then walks your way. He crouches in front of you, his metal hand rubbing your knee soothingly and he looks into your eyes with his beautiful blue ones. A wave of warmth runs through your body as you look back at him.

"I want to treat you to a spa day to thank you for everything you do for us. From keeping us safe during missions to being the best, sweetest, caring, and most beautiful girlfriend we could wish for. We're lucky to call you ours, and you deserve a day to relax and let yourself be taken care of," he tells you.

"A-Are you sure? You don't have to do that," you tell him, your hand going to his cheek, your fingers gliding over the stubble. The caress earns you a soft groan as Bucky’s eyes close, allowing the feeling of your fingers to quiet his mind a little bit. He's still feeling bad about how they made you feel, and even though they're trying to do better, they still have a few more things to organize, which is Bucky's ulterior motive for sending you on the spa day.

"I know, but you deserve it, Printsessa. How about this: You make a girls' day of it with Nat and Wanda, and then we'll go out for dinner afterward. Nothing over the top, but we can make it a date night with you, me, and Steve," he offers. You nod in response. It does sound like a good idea.

"Alright, I'll go ask if they have time for a spa day soon," you tell Bucky before getting up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and standing on your tiptoes to reach his mouth for a kiss. As soon as you feel his soft, plush lips on yours, warmth spreads through your veins, and his hands pull you against his body as he deepens the kiss.

His tongue swipes over your upper lip, asking for entrance, which you happily grant before feeling it against yours, moving in unison in a slow, passionate dance. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls away, as you don't want this moment to be over yet.

"I think there's someone who would like some attention as well, Printsessa," he whispers in your ear before you see Steve leaning against the doorframe, blocking the way into the living room where you and Bucky are still standing by the armchair, your Kindle long forgotten on the armrest.

You beckon Steve over, and he happily complies. You place your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to meet you halfway for a kiss in which you're more than happy to take the lead. He follows your motions effortlessly, and when you finally pull away, you have a little difficulty catching your breath as you look into his eyes.

"I love you both so much, but now I'm going to find Nat and Wanda because I have a spa day to plan!" you say before giving each of them a peck on their lips and heading out the living room, on your way to meet your two fellow Avengers. As you turn around to say goodbye, you see that both super soldiers have found their place in the large armchair, having their own moment, and you look at them with adoration, wondering how you got so lucky to have these two super soldiers as your boyfriends.

You're at the nail salon with Natasha and Wanda a week later, deciding what design to put on your nails. Bucky and Steve have told you to get them done however you want, no matter the price, and you decide to go with a set of blue chrome nails. Wanda opts for a red set to match Vision, and Nat goes for sharp, black nails to suit her aesthetic.

When you’re all done, the three of you head to the shops for some clothes.Luckily, you don't have to go far to find the perfect dress to wear to dinner with your boyfriends. In a store window, you see a beautiful black velvet dress that immediately draws your attention, and you decide to go and try it on.

''It fits like a glove!'' you tell both girls as you walk out of the dressing rooms, and their jaws hit the floor as they look at you. You walk out of the store shortly after, not only with the dress but also with a pair of simple black heels to go with it. You're very excited to show Steve and Bucky your new outfit, but they’ll have to wait until just before going to dinner.

''I'm sure you won't make it out of the Compound looking like that. At least you wouldn't if I were your partner,'' Natasha says, giving you a massive boost of confidence. By the time the three of you are heading back to the Avengers Compound, where Bucky and Steve are making the last changes to the proposal, it’s almost 4 pm.

''How're my two favorite super soldiers doing?'' you ask as you walk into the bedroom. They’ve just finished the last necessary arrangements and are sitting on the bed watching an action movie. Steve is between Bucky's legs with Bucky's arms around his waist. His own hands are on Bucky's knees and they melt into each other's embrace. They both look up at you with expressions of adoration as you walk into the bedroom.

''We're doing perfectly now that you're back, Printsessa,'' Bucky says, and Steve nods in agreement. You tell them you're going to get ready for dinner straight away because you want to take your time and make everything perfect. From a dark make-up look to an elegant bun, you pull out all the stops. You finish the outfit with a simple silver necklace, and when it's time to leave for dinner, you meet Steve and Bucky in the living room, where they are waiting for you.

''So, how do I look?'' you ask them as you twirl around, and they practically drool at the sight of you. With a shared look, their plans change; they don't want to wait any longer to ask you to become their wife. They’ll propose to you now, and dinner will be to celebrate getting engaged.

''Princess?'' Steve stretches out his hand, which you take before he pulls you into the living room. Bucky turns on some soft background music on his phone and he fiddles with the ring in his pocket, the other half to the one Steve has in his. They chose matching, stackable rings that fit perfectly together so they could go down on one knee with a ring together.

''Printsessa, Steve, and I are so very fortunate to have you in our lives. We were happy before you met us, but we had never felt this amazing until we met you and you joined our relationship. Our days are brighter because of you, and our missions are less of a burden since we know we will come home to you every single time. Knowing that you're waiting for us is just one more reason for us to fight even harder because we don't want to be away from you any longer than we have to,'' Bucky tells you, and Steve stands beside him.

''I'm going to be honest: both Bucky and myself have done countless stupid things, but asking you to be a part of our lives isn't one of them. I love the traditions we've built together, from the blanket forts after each mission to our weekly dinner dates; we wouldn't change it for the world. We found our soulmate in you, and because of that, we want to ask you something important,'' Steve says.

Both men sink on their knees as you take a small step back, and the small ring boxes open in unison. Disbelief courses through your body at first, but it's true. They are asking you to marry you, and you can't wait for that day to arrive.

''Will you make us the happiest men in the universe and marry us?'' they ask in unison, and a loud laugh escapes you as you nod.

''Yes, of course, I'll marry you guys!'' you say, and they stand up to slide both rings on your finger. They each give you a deep, passionate kiss and then turn to share one with each other. Happiness radiates off all three of you.

''I love you both so much, though if you ever plan anything again, please don't make me feel like you're going to break up with me!'' you told them, and they agree. From here on out, they will do anything to include you whenever possible, and you have never felt more loved in your entire life.

''We love you too, Princess, more than you know,'' Bucky tells you before all three head off to dinner, celebrating the start of the rest of your lives.

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SPOILER WARNING FOR THE D ⚠️

After seeing the D on Twitter I've decided to rank my most favorite D's because... I'm sleep deprived but trying to fall asleep

Fyi these are my nonsense rambles which I'll probably regret writing when I wake up and read them later

1st - Beelzebub....

Uuuurrghhhhhh I wanna kiss it

It's literally perfect 😳

I will suck it

I will kiss it

I will hold it

I will worship it

It's one cm less than my dildo apparently? 🤨 I guess he'll just become my new dildo.

He's better than that piece of silicone anyway 😌

If there's 8 of him then I'll be the biggest cum slut because all I want is this fine as hell cock and his cum, yummy

8 on 1 me Beelzebub 🥵

2nd - Mammon

it's so veiny 😳

it's also massive

Holding it will cure my mental exhaustion. I just love it so much. I will hold it with both of hands respectfully, and even prep it with little kisses while I sit on my knees before it because it deserves to be worshipped

My eyes are bigger than my coochie... unfortunately... so even if I want all of him i'll probably only get half of him 💔

It's so pretty man I love it so much. I wanna squeeze it with my fingers and watch it twitch as I hold it. I also want it sitting between my thighs while I lie in bed and do literally nothing but stare at it 😌

3rd - Satan

It's so cute and flushed. Literally a cute lil mushroom head. I love it so much, I will cherish it and hold it and pet it and kiss it and embarrass Satan

if he lies down in bed next to me my hand will be on his lovely cock all night, just holding my treasure yk 🩷

He'll be in my mouth the most.

4th - Leviathan

Ew, Pathetic, ugly, disgraceful, lacks girth, looks lame, is lame, cry about it bitch (would suck out of spite)

Leviathan hang yourself and your cock

(#1 Leviathan hater here, teehee 😌)

Usually I hate him but I'm so tired rn

I wouldn't mind getting railed by him, I'd like to choke him while he fucks me anyway. I'll squeeze his abs, cup a little feel here and there, ngl that Selfie card has me feeling some type of way

Hate sex seems nice this morning? Idk It's 3am 😒

Aside from that, fuck his arrogant lil bitch ass. He's getting the strap

Goodnight

Edit: my favorite D

https://x.com/WHBFAN/status/1755615932037378478?s=20

#whb #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb mammon #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #random 🍪s #🍪's thirsty

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Right so I love your writing and just need more mx m cause fuck I'm tired of imaging dead me .

I'm a Trans man..I think ( female to male ??) So I was hoping for a fic somewhat like that . Arthur and reader meet when they're female but 2 years later or so they meet again and arthur doesnt recognize y/n (because they transitioned) I just want some fluff and acceptance of that . I know back then homosexuality was a big no no and being trans is unheard of so it'll be fun to see where you take it.

Arthur Morgan x Trans!Male!Reader

Summary: You’ve felt stuck and unhappy for years, so, in pursuit of your own happiness you leave everyone and everything you’ve even known behind. Including your currently out of state lover, Arthur Morgan.

Word count: 6,011

Warnings: reader is a bartender, reader steals, readers sister and mother are mentioned, implied past sex between Arthur and reader, drinking and alcoholism mentioned (not reader or Arthur), y/n and his guns, guns mentioned, shooting mentioned, abandonment, hurt comfort, reader being One Of The Guys™️, sleep deprived Arthur, Tilly being helpful, reader get misgendered and deadnamed a lot but it’s before they knew he was trans, reader cries really fucking hard at one point Arthur being sleep deprived, sleep deprive Arthur being really gay for Reader, not mentioned in the story but the reason Arthur is so tired is because about half way though his second trip to town his horse bucked him off for pushing her too hard and he had to walk the rest of the way, worlds longest warning list damn

Sept. 15, 18XX

My Dear Arthur Morgan

It’s been thirteen months since I saw you last. The time has passed slowly for me- sometimes it felt as though I was standing still for days at a time. Like everyone and everything around me was moving forward- but for me, and only me, time stood still. In the months since you’ve left it seems my joy, as well as a my love for my home town, has dwindled to nothing. Staying here, the way I am, it pains my heart. I know I said I would be here, that I would wait for you to return. But I need to change and the change that I need cannot be achieved here. The people here know me, they’ve known me my whole life, and no matter what I do I will always be that same little girl to them.

I’m heading up to a little town in Nevada, maybe I can start over there.

Always yours, D/n.

Arthur received your final letter months ago. In the time since he’s read it hundreds of times, mulling over every little detail. The crumbles in the paper, the unevenness of your writing, the all too familiar tear stains that permanently warped small circles on the page, the way your name ripped through the paper, as though you’d traced it dozens of times before sending it off.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what happened, why after all this time of waiting, all this time of writing him dozens of love letters, why you decided to say goodbye, he understood change. Arthur has seen people change, he’s changed, and if it was change you needed he’d do it again. But you left. If he really wanted to, he could find you, ride day and night, ask everyone he saw if they’d seen the beautiful woman that he loved more than anything. But…

You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be hunted down, you didn’t need to be convinced. You needed change, not a reason to stay the same. So he let you go and even when the following days were filled with the nothing but pain and confusion and the complete desolation your decision brought, he still let you go.

The gang knew he was hurting, he was withdrawn, went off on his own for a couple of days. They figured he went to find you, but when he returned, without you and in a severely worse state, they knew not to press him on it.

You weren’t much better.

This was your decision and you were going to live with it. You yearned for Arthur, every day and every night, it was different from waiting for him in your hometown, he was the one who’d left then, but you knew he’d come back to you one day. Now you were the one leaving, and you could never go back to him.

You needed to move on, you sold every piece of clothing you had to a local tailor, it was almost funny to see some of your nicer dresses displayed in the window the next morning, early on, your new wardrobe came from various drunk men. You’d be surprised just how much you could find in an alley next to a bar. After you had an outfit, a proper male outfit, you were able to assimilate.

You lived above a tavern. The owner was far too old and far too tired to run it anymore, and he wanted to live in his own house for the first time in decades, so he offered you the place for a little over a hundred bucks. You worked at the bar at night, while you handled various chores and other responsibilities during the day. The pay wasn’t great, but you had a permanent place to stay and spare food from the bar to eat, and it was more than enough.

You’d taken up a new name, y/n, you thought about it for a long time before you left. A good name, the name of a proud man with no connection to who you were before. No one ever questioned you. You were just a man to them. They teased you, in the earlier days, called you feminine, pointed out your hand, your cheeks, and your hips among other things, but in the end it was just teasing, they didn’t know why you were like that, and they didn’t question when you put in an effort to change or hide your more feminine aspects. Maybe they were just too drunk to care.

You loved this life, you were just the friendly bartender.

But even with this new life, you found yourself missing aspects of you’re old one.

Your old friends, your old family, your old lover. They wouldn’t take you back, not like this, they’d think something was wrong, they’d try to change you, try force you back into the box you clawed yourself out of.

But still you dreamed of them, your sisters cooking, the way she was effortlessly graceful even when she was teasing you, your friends, the girls you’ve know since you were in diapers, singing, making flower crowns, getting into trouble. Arthur…

You dreamed of Arthur the most. Your days and nights were filled with thoughts of him. You think back to your last night together, the way he held you so tightly, you swore you could still feel his hands there. The praises he muttered, the love he confessed through out the night, every move he made, the way he left and the hole that was left in your chest after.

You dreamed of him, like one day you’d wake up and he’d be beside you. And he tell you that he loved you, not d/n, not the girl from before, but you, y/n, as your truest self.

But just like yesterday, and the days before that, he wasn’t there when you opened your eyes.

The sun was just coming up. But the sliver of light that did shine through the window seemed to magically be angled at your eyes. Making the rest you so desperately wanted impossible.

You pushed yourself up with a groan, your elbow popping the moment you were upright, your eyes were just barely open, you scratched your chest and let out a long yawn.

Your room was still dark for the most part, but you were still able to pull on some pants and fasten a belt so you could head downstairs. The tavern was empty, you cleaned up good last night and you wouldn’t have to worry about really opening until later. Still, you unlocked the front door and flipped the wooden sign in the window to say open, the people here knew you weren’t really open to serve, you were just open to the chatty people that passed through in the morning, locals coming to say hi, or travelers in need of direction, others came to sit with their friends and get out of the violent Nevada sun. Either way, you’d be polite enough to them, but they weren’t welcome for a drink for another couple of hours.

Stepping into the backyard you picked the laundry off the line and into a basket. You heard the bell up on top of the front door ring a couple of times. As you got closer to the back door you could hear the faint chatter of two people inside, Doctor Mayer, one of three doctors in town, and Anita, a house wife. She was in here more often than her husband was, but you always figured that she just needed something to do while he worked considering you’ve only ever seen her drink a handful of times in the past year.

When you came through the back door she let out an excited yelp,

“Y/n!” She shouted, like she hadn’t seen you the night before.

“Mrs. Matthews.” You said with a respectful nod. “How’s you’re husband?”

She groaned, “paranoid.”

Setting the basket down on the bar, in between the upturned stools, you turned back to her.

“He used to be a farmer, farmers are always paranoid.”

“He was not a damn farmer, don’t let that man fool you, he was a farm hand, it’s different,”

Dr. Mayer piped in, his voice low and tired, though that just how he always sounded, “the bastard smells like one…”

“It’s getting warmer out there.” You responded, leaning against the bar.

“Doesn’t mean he has to walk around smelling like a damn animal!”

You laughed, turning back to Anita, “what does your husband do anyway?”

“He’s a banker, which is why he’s so damn paranoid in the first place.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well..” she stated, adjusting herself in her chair, “one of his colleague’s brother-in-law told his colleague that he saw a gang ‘a outlaws heading up this way, but here’s the kicker, Johnny, the colleague, is a notorious liar. Lies left and right like his life depends on it.”

“Johnny Flores?” You asked.

She smacked the table, “That’s the bastard!”

“Yeah, he comes in here every Wednesday like clockwork, telling the boys his stories. It’s a surprise the whole town hasn’t heard about this..”

“Well, it isn’t Wednesday yet, is it? It’ll make it’s way into you’re bar, don’t worry”

You laughed again, grabbing the basket off the table you said, “Alright, I’ll be back in a minute, got a few more thing to settle.”

You weren’t too worried about the rumors, there wasn’t much in the town anyways, no sheriff either so if they did come and make noise, it’d be a free for all and they’d leave with less than they came with. Everybody had a gun, hell- you had two, a shotgun the last owner had given you, and a pistol Arthur had given you a few weeks before he left, one was under the bar on a shelf, the other was under your bed, you’ve never really had a need for either, but if Johnny was being truthful for once in his life, which you doubted, you figured it was good to have them.

That night, when the bar did open, a few unfamiliar faces strode in, though none were to shady. A couple of working girls took to them quick and they were gone after being chatted up by for a bit. Outside of that, it was a normal night.

You closed late, shooing out the last drunk nearly two hours later than usual. Wiping down the tables, flipping the chairs and stools on them, washing the glasses, sweeping, mopping and making sure the front and back door was locked before heading upstairs. You scrubbed yourself down at your washstand. Of all things you missed from your old home, your bathtub was one of the bigger ones. Your mother had invested in it early on, and now you were saving to have one installed here too. What you wouldn’t do for a hot bath after a long day. You were almost there, another fifty dollars and you’d have all the money you needed. That’s were a good portion of your money went, you didn’t mind, after all you’ve sacrificed you deserve something nice.

——-

A couple of weeks later, Wednesday afternoon, Johnny Flores and a couple of his friend decided to take over the seats directly in front of the bar. Again, he told stories of bandits headed your way, but he was “serious” this time.

“I swear, I know what I saw, Dutch’s boys, just like the damn posters! I saw them coming from the east, clear as day.”

Before one of his friend could respond you asked, “and what the hell were you doing in the east, huh?”

“Well-“ he straightened himself out, “I was out with my lady friend-“

“The prostitute-“ his friend, Oscar, interrupted.

“-Not a prostitute, she's a-”

“-escort-” both Johnny and his three friends said together, they've heard that one before.

“Isnt that the same thing?” you asked.

“He doesn't think so!” Oscar said.

“They almost knocked our carriage over!” Johnny shouted, getting the conversation on track.

“Sure they did..” you said, drying the glass in your hand before setting it back down. “Bet they stuck you up too, only let you live cuz you're so pretty.”

“Go to hell, y/n.”

“I'll go where ever your lying, drunk ass ain't.”

“Im not lying, and I’m not drunk either, so get me another whiskey, asshole!”

“Hey now,” Daniel, who was also a regular, piped up, “careful how you talk to him, he might shoot ya’”

You set the glass down in front of him, he snatched it quickly, gulping it down.

“Or I might just piss in your whiskey.”

He choked hard, luckily the drink went down his throat instead of all over your counter, then you would have shot him. His face morphed to one of irritation, but his friend's laughter was infectious and he found himself laughing along with them.

The night ended with you carrying a passed out Johnny to the alley, you cleaned up, scrubbed yourself down, and went to bed just as you always did.

The next morning a delivery was made to the bar, food and alcohol, you kept your meats and some of your more expensive liquor in the ice box and things like bread and supplies were kept on the shelf. Food wasn't ordered commonly in the tavern, but there were those who ate here nearly every night because they had no skill for cooking and no one else to do it for them. You enjoyed those people, and you think they enjoyed you too, especially since the last owner would drive them out if they tried to come in for more than three days in a row. He thought that they were stealing food from other customers, but you didn't, You knew they were just hungry and needed to eat, and they couldn't be stealing because they always paid.

After that, your day was pretty normal- other than what you consider to be one the best things to happen to you in a long time- your bathtub, your beautiful porcelain bathtub with golden feet and faucet, was done. Fully installed and in perfect working order. You weren't going to pretend to understand how the man you paid did it, but he did. And finally, after what felt like years, you were able to take a hot bath.

It was weird, staring down at your distorted body as you soaked. Usually, when you scrubbed yourself down at the washstand all you could think of was how desperately you wanted this to be over. Your mind was clear, but that clarity only lasted so long though, as it did most nights, your mind wander to Arthur.

Saying you missed him was redundant, it was meaningless, it was stupid. You know, but you did. Letting out a long sigh, the last time you saw Arthur was like a dream, you spent an entire day together, you woke up together, ate together, bathed together, dressed together- everything you did, every little move you made reminded you of that day. And with Johnny spreading rumors about the Dutch’s gang, you heard his name more and more. You let yourself sink into the water, your eyes clenched shut as warm water covered your face. You stayed there longer that you should have, when you finally sat up, you were nearly gasping for air.

You got out few minutes later, you were tired, dressing yourself halfway before collapsing into bed.

You didn’t dream that night, your mind either too tired or too pained to show you your usual fantasies.

——-

Arthur swore he wouldn’t look for you, he swore it to you and to himself that he’d let you be free. But it seemed unavoidable now. Dutch had settled the gang in a large clearing in Nevada, the gang was mostly hidden by a small chain of mountains, and there was a streak of towns and settlements all within a couple dozen miles from each other.

There weren’t many cities in Nevada, it was dry and damn near impossible to farm out here if you didn’t know what you were doing, and if that wasn’t enough, the heat would be.

You were out there somewhere.

Dealing with the heat, with the drought, and with the shitty crops. And you still didn’t go back home. He’s been to your home. He's gone back dozens of times, you were never there, whatever you wanted to do, whatever changes you made, you succeded. He was happy for you, you were happy, God he hoped you were happy- he doesn't know what he'd do if he found out you weren't. If you were somewhere miserable and sulking, all this time, when you could have been with him.

He pushed those thoughts back- you were happy, you had to be.

When Arthur mentioned he was riding into the nearest town, he got a few odd looks. It wasn't a secret that you'd run off to Nevada, not even close. Most didn't say much, maybe a quick good luck, or a request for something from town. Some didn't say anything, but Dutch did. Dutch warned him, warned him about you and how some changes weren't good, and if Arthur did see you that he needed to be careful.

Arthur wasn't one to ignore advice, and he didn't ignore it, he thought about it as he road through the desert lands of Nevada, but whatever changes you made, he could handle it. He wasn't a child, he didn't need have his hand held. There wasn't even a guarantee that you'd been in this town, or the next one. So for all he knew he'd never have to face you're changes.

The town was bustling with life. The people went about their business. The town was…normal. Small, busy, and normal. He road in unbothered, no one here seemed to care enough to even look when the man when he trotted by.

Hitching his horse to a sturdy pole he set off to one of the small shops nearby, after picking up some extra oat cakes and apples for the horse, he tried to find the sheriff’s office, only to find that this town didn't have one after asking a mildly disheveled yet nicely dressed man for directions, no government either. The town was its own unit outside of the occasional trading.

“Danny Hikman used to be the law here, well, not really, but he kept people on the right track. Encouraged them to do right- and get guns, he used to run a bar a little down the way, gave it to his nephew or something-” the man said, laughing slightly.

“‘ bar any good?” he asked, only half listening to the man.

“The best, fresh food, cold whiskey- bartenders a good guy too, won't hesitate to throw your ass out though.”

“I’ll bet- which way’s that bar, again?”

———

You started serving earlier than usual today, mostly so you could close earlier without complaint. The familiar chime of the bell above the door called your attention for a less than a second, you recognized Johnny, then looked back down at the glasses you were cleaning.

“Changing your schedule on me, Johnny? I thought you were a Wednesday man?”

He let out a short laugh, sitting in the spot directly in front of you, “just showing a friend around.”

“You’re friends are all alcoholics, I doubt they need help finding a bar.”

“Hey now, I’ve got a new friend. Mr. Uhh-“

“Arthur.”

You felt like you’d just jumped out of your skin, the glass in your hand clattered against the floor, ever so sturdy. Landing thankful one piece. Staring at the man in front of you, standing just behind Johnny, Arthur Morgan, right there, looking just the way he did when he left, just the way you remember him.

He glanced at Johnny, then back at you- it felt like he looked right through you. Looking at you with none of the love or adoration from before. Because he loved d/n, not y/n. Y/n was just a bartender to him, an awful one who apparently couldn’t even hold a damn glass.

Your heart felt like it was collapsing in on itself, your chest was tight and you could feel your throat start to close as tears weld in your eyes. Quickly, you broke eye contact with Arthur, ducking down under the bar to grab the glass, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe the forming tears in your eyes before standing up.

“Sorry boys,” you muttered, “you’re, uh, friend startled me is all.”

Taking off his hat and setting down on the counter, Arthur took a seat on one of the stools.

“Sorry, your friend here talked you up quite a bit, had to see for myself if what he said was true.”

You let out a laugh, forced and almost nervous, setting the glass down with the rest of the dirty glasses, you said, “Trust me, it’s true, what you looking for Mr. Arthur?”

“Just Arthur, and whiskey, thanks.”

You nodded to the man before heading to the storage room, you’d hate to admit it, but you wanted to run, straight passed the storage room and out the back door. But that would make Arthur think something was wrong, and yes, something was wrong, but he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t recognize you, and that was okay, it was supposed to be okay, you left so you wouldn’t be recognized, you left to start over. But he’s out there, and you were hiding in the storage room so you wouldn’t have to face him. You gave yourself a moment, for your throat to release and for your heart to stop pounding and aching. Only the pounding stopped. You needed to work, you couldn’t let them know anything was wrong.

Grabbing a bit of higher quality whiskey out of the icebox, feeling the frosty glass sting your hand as you carried it out of the storage room. Without looking up at the man you grabbed one of the clean glasses and poured him about half a glass. You remember Arthur complaining about it once, only getting serviced the tiniest amount of alcohol, no matter the price. Capping the bottle you gave a short wordless nod before setting it under the counter. Arthur grabbed the glass, before he could speak you were on the other side of the bar, serving somebody else.

Johnny didn’t stay long, he had other things to do on a Thursday afternoon, but Arthur stayed, you poured him a couple more glasses before cutting him off, at least from your expensive whiskey.

“How much do I owe you?” He ask, his speech a bit slurred as he sat unsteadily in his seat.

“Nothing, I’ll put it on Johnny’s tab, come Wednesday he won’t notice it.”

“Thank you kindly-“

“Y/n-“

“Thank you, y/n.”

“You have a good night Mr. Morgan.”

You crawled into bed that night, still in your day clothes, feeling like your heart had been torn out of your chest. And you cried, you cried until the sun came up, until your body couldn't cry anymore and every sound you made was a rough heaving sob. And when you had no more energy left to sob, you stared at your open window, watching the sunrise, listening to the people.

You were supposed to open today, unlocking the door and flipping the sign, staring out the window, at the people, at Mrs. Matthews waiting across the street for you to open your doors.

You flipped the sign back, you stated at the word “OPEN” facing you, then at Mrs. Matthews's face fell as the word “CLOSED” faced her.

————

Sitting on his cot, journal on his lap, Arthur stared at the picture he drew. It wasn't perfect, considering he was half drunk when he drew it, but it was something. The bartender from last night. He was…something. A nervous something. Arthur felt bad for him when he dropped the glass, then he just…stared at him, long enough for Arthur to get a spark of familiarity when he saw his face. Arthur tried to get his attention as the night went on, ordering drinks, asking questions, trying to get the man to stay close, be he'd walk away the moment he'd answered or served him.

He wasn't like that with other patrons, he laughed, he joked- then he kicked everyone out.

He heard him say he was closing early, but let him stay until he finished his last drink. Arthur thought about the name he'd given. Y/n.

“I see you're drawing d/n again, did you catch her in town?”

Looking up he saw Tilly standing next to him with a kind smile on her face.

“No, it's not d/n, some bartender in town, he looks so familiar.”

Tilly hummed, sitting on the cot with Arthur and taking the book out of his lap. She flipped through the pages quickly before finding a drawing of d/n, with your final letter stuck right next to it.

“Needs a change, huh? Maybe she skipped town and became a bartender, you never know.”

“A bartender and a man?”

“You never know Arthur. Maybe that's why she left, couldn't make a change like that where people know you. They would've hunted her down.”

“Tilly..”

“Maybe you should talk to the bartender, if it's not her then it's not her, but if it is, are you really going to miss seeing her again because you won't take a chance?”

Handing the journal back to him she said, “Just think about it, at least.” Then she walked away.

————

You heard the slam of the front door behind you as you sat the freshly cleaned glasses on the rack. If you were going to sulk and lock yourself in the bar then you were going to clean while you did it.

“We’re closed..” you said, your tone not exactly customer friendly.

You had a list of things you needed to do, you've already mopped the floor, scrubbed the tables and walls, washed every glass, plate, and utensil, did your laundry, scrubbed your tub, cleaned your room-

“D/n..?”

You paused, then glanced over your shoulder. You knew it was him, you already knew, you knew his voice too well to ever mistake it. Taking a breath, you hands shaking and heart pounding, you turned around.

“Arthur, I-” you breathed out, but you didn't know what to say. “How did you-”

“Lucky guess..”

Taking slow steps towards the bar, you heard him sigh.

“Are you…okay?” he asked, unsure.

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah I'm okay.”

“We should talk-”

“Yes, we should-”

You stepped from behind the counter, still unsure as to what could happen next. Then, without warning, you were pulled into a tight hug, Arthurs's body practically enveloping yours. You stood there, holding him as tightly as you could until your arms started to burn from the strain.

You didn't know what to say, or how to explain what happened, the realization you went through while he was gone, why you left.

When you pulled away you still didn’t know what to say, you opened your mouth to talk but no words came out. You kept your face glued to the ground for a long moment.

“You look different, I didn’t recognize you yesterday..”

You pulled out one of the stools.

“I told you I needed change.”

He pulled another out beside you.

“I know, I just don’t know what I was expecting.”

“This must be so confusing.”

“It is, but I’m betting it was more confusing for you that it could be for anybody else.”

Leaning on the counter, you looked up at him.

“I guess so. In my home town I figured that they’d be a little more angry than confused so I left..” you stopped, taking a breath, “I didn’t want to leave you, Arthur.”

Arthur sat there silently, his eyes turned towards the counter.

You couldn’t help but stare, you haven’t seen him in so long, his eyebrows were slightly scrunched downward, his pretty blue eyes focused on nothing as his mind raced. His fingers tapped against the counter every few seconds. You tried not to let that anxious feeling in your chest build, but the longer he was silent, the harder it got to push down.

“You said you aren't happy anymore..”

You blinked.

“I wasn't.”

“How about now? Are you happy now?”

“I'm.. I have more good days than I did before, so…yeah, I'm happy.”

He stayed silent for another moment. You figured he was just trying to find his words.

Then, when he did speak,

“I still love you.”

You sighed, “I still love you, too, Arthur.”

Another long silence passed. It was odd, you've dreamed of seeing him again, all the damn time. And now that he's here you didn't know what to say. Your relationship, how ever strong it was before, was dying. Even though you loved him and he loved you.

Arthur was having similar thoughts, he didn't care how much you changed, he wanted you to be happy. That's all he wanted for you. But he wants to be with you, he doesn't care that your a man, it doesn't matter to him, he doesn't think it's ever mattered. He's never thought too hard about it. But now, with you sitting there looking the way you did. Looking so different, so muchlike yourself, so much more at peace even though you were being confronted, he thought, ‘yeah, I could be with a man.’

Before he could, you took a chance.

“How long you thinking of staying in town for, Arthur?”

———-

You laughed, he missed your laugh.

“You can't just go around taking people's clothes off!”

“I needed clothes and they were so drunk they wouldn't miss them!” you argued.

“How have you not been caught yet?”

“I bought new clothes!”

“Why couldn't you do that first?”

“I needed to avoid suspicion.”

“Avoid suspicious by stealing clothes..”

You laughed again.

You and Arthur had found your way upstairs, both of you sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall. He asked you how you ended up here, it was funny, explaining to Arthur, a known outlaw, the various ways you broke the law, and having him lecture you.

“I will not take this from an outlaw!”

“You're an outlaw too, now, Clothes Bandit.”

“Oh that's awful, why couldn't I get something good?”

“‘Good’ like what?”

“I don't know, you're better at naming things than I am.”

He looked over at you a small smile on his face.

“Really now, Mr. Y/n, how’d you come up with that anyways?”

“Well I found a baby naming book.”

He sat up, giving you a look.

“Are you serious?”

You looked at him for a second, a stren expression on your face, then slowly a smile broke out on your face.

“You're an ass.”

“You really think I got Y/n for a baby naming book?”

“You could have!”

“But I didn't-”

Eventually, after showing him your room and the various aspects of your new life that you adored (yes, the tub too), you headed back down to the bar, only to see Daniel, one of Johnny’s friends, behind the bar serving himself.

“Daniel, I'm going to kill you, how many drinks have you had?” you said, rushing over to him, snatching both the glass and bottle from his hand.

“One-” you gave him a look, he caved quickly with a sigh, “five.”

“Goddamnit.”

“‘M sorry, you are closed, your never closed!”

“I wouldn't be serving drinks this early anyways!”

He laughed, walking around to the other side of the bar, “I'm special though right? Won't get shot or banned or nothing?” he practically pleaded, but formed it like a question.

“No, you're not banned, but you still need to leave.”

He sighed, dragging himself out the door.

Sighing yourself, you turned to Arthur, “See what I have to deal with?”

“‘Seems like a handful.”

“Daniel is harmless, he's just an alcoholic.”

“Never met a harmless alcoholic.”

“He's harmless now, he doesn't want to risk almost getting shot again.”

Arthur laughed, sitting at the bar, just like had yesterday, “Who shot at him?”

You stared at him for a moment.

“You?”

“I gave him plenty of warning, see that hole in the wall that there—” you pointed to the very back wall of the tavern, between two tables was a loosely patched hole, “- warning shot, missed him by an inch.”

“Who the hell taught you how to shoot?”

“I taught myself, maybe I could teach you sometime.”

“Very funny, y/n, I wouldn't mind seeing you shoot sometime though.”

“There's a range in the next town, I could take you there sometime.”

The two of you talked until the sun had fully set and the town had gone quiet. The bar made you feel more open somehow, it always did. Arthur helped too, you guess. You missed him, you missed being like this, so normal with him. You were surprised his quickly things settled back in place, like neither of you had ever left. It was clear that you were different, but Arthur seemed to accept this change flawlessly. He never messed up, seemingly having ingrained every aspect of your new life into his mind.

Y/n, Mr.Y/n, Sir, he even called you handsome, you swear you nearly fell over when he did.

By midnight, you both were tired, and despite what he planned before, which was bringing you- if it was you, back to camp with him. But that plan never fell through, you ended up pulling him into the bathroom with you. You thought you'd be uncomfortable at first, but you figured if he was going to be back in your life you should get used to him seeing you naked again. But it wasn't, it was calm, comforting. You were thankful for your massive bath, the both of you fit well, you sat behind him, his hat tossed in on top of the heap of clothes you two had left, you ran your fingers through his hair, water from your hands running down his face. He hummed in contempt. He didn't speak much at first, simply enjoying you and your presence. It wasn't until the water had begun to cool and the cold air of the Nevada night started to seep in did he pressed himself closer to you, muttering something quietly.

It wasn't until you got out, long after the water cooled, we're you able to figure out what he was saying. You had some clothes you figured might fit Arthur, something you'd bought impulsively without actually checking to see if you could fit it.

“You have…nice arms-” he muttered.

You were pulling your pants up over your waist when he spoke, you turned to look at him, one hand holding your unbuttoned pants up, you asked, “Arthur, are you drunk?”

“No, no I'm just…real tired.”

“Didn't get much sleep?”

“I didn't sleep, I kept thinking of you.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

He groaned, “Tuesday, I was on watch Wednesday, I was pre occupied by your ass on Thursday, and now here we are.”

“Fucking Christ, go to sleep.”

“I want to look at you, I missed you-”

“I'll be here in the morning Arthur.”

He didn't respond for a long moment, you figured he dozed off finally, until you decided to switch shirts, shoving the one you had on into your drawer and pulling out another.

“You have a nice back too-”

“Good night, Arthur.”

Your night ended with you curling up around Arthur, your arms nearly wrapped completely around him. You didn't dream again tonight, your usual fantasies of seeing Arthur were deemed useless now and we're thrown out with the rest of today's mental trash.

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Insomnia - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: Just two friends, helping each other sleep in filthy ways

A/n: it is just like me to post a smut not only on a Monday but also on the day Tumblr decides to add content filters by default, boooooo!

Warnings: 18+ content, minors do not fucking interact, friends to lovers, unprotected sex

“Are you asleep?” You turn to the still figure beside you,

“Yeah. You?”

“Idiot.” You snort at Eddie’s reply.

Eddie switches the lamp on and immediately regrets it as he blinds you both. “Ugh, shit what time is it?”

You squint your barely-adjusted eyes at the clock on his dresser,

“Uhhh, 3am.”

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Eddie whines.

It must be the sleep deprivation that emboldens you, or the close proximity to Eddie, or the slight buzz leftover in your system.

“If neither of us can sleep, why don’t we have sex?” Eddie’s eyes snap open as you speak, shit have you just crossed a line?

It's not like neither of you had ever thought about it, in fact you’re both acutely aware of the tension between you. As are all of your friends. Friends who don’t appreciate you sucking the juice from an ice pop, cheeks hollowing, never breaking Eddie’s gaze while he practically sweats opposite you, while they’re just trying to enjoy a game of D&D. Friends who also don’t appreciate Eddie having to “readjust” himself when you bend over in low cut tops. Friends who don't understand how you could possibly sleep in the same bed together and not be fucking on the down low.

“Did you finally fall asleep?” You ask quietly when Eddie hasn’t spoken in several minutes, you can see he’s staring up at the ceiling, apparently lost in thought. You fiddle with the old shirt you've borrowed to sleep in,

“I’m honestly not sure. See, I’m fairly sure I’m dreaming right now because there is no way you just said what I think you did.”

“If you’re going to be weird about it, the offer is off the table. I’m just trying to think of ways we can get to sleep.” You’re hoping this will provide enough cushioning to soften the blow if he rejects you, that this could be chalked up as a dumb joke and not a cripplingly embarassing moment your friendship might never recover from.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just never expected you’d be the one propositioning me ‘s all. I always assumed our rampant sexual chemistry would culminate in me begging you on my hands and knees.”

“I mean, I can get on my knees if you’d like.” Eddie laughs, rolling over to face you instead of his ceiling, you can’t help but smile as you see his face, it’s almost criminal how attractive he is.

“I’d love to see it, maybe not at 3am though.”

“Is that your way of letting me down gently?” You can’t help the small pout of your lips as you speak,

“Fuck no, just figure if we’re trying to sleep we should probably stay cosy.” To emphasise his point he pulls you close to him, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and pulls the covers around you both. He starts slowly, fingertips ghosting over your soft jaw, your head instinctively tilting up to his, silently willing him to kiss you. He knows you well, too well, his lips meeting yours with no hesitation, knowing what you want. All the times you had imagined this moment, it was a rushed moment, hard, rough, the culmination of years of pent up desire. This? This was soft, made you melt into his arms, a kiss that made you never want to leave this moment, never leave his bed.

Both of your breathing gets heavier as Eddie's hands start to wander, rubbing circles with his palms onto your hips, grazing the top of your underwear with the slightest touch, you come away from his lips with a soft sigh,

"Still with me?" Eddie catches your chin and tilts your head to look up at him, "We can stop if you're not into this."

You shake your head, "Don't want to stop, don't want to ever stop."

Eddie chuckles softly, running his thumb slowly over your swelling bottom lip,

"I mean, we'd have to stop at some point sweet girl, we'd need food, and water." Your conflicted expression makes Eddie laugh again, "I promise I'd come right back after getting those boring life sustaining things."

"Better."

Eddie pulls you back in for another soft, sweet kiss, still giggling softly as your lips find each other. You wrap your leg around his waist and pull him in, allowing no space between you, Eddie's hands are at your lower back, his left coming down to rub your thigh, before continuing its descent down your leg, coming back up to your body at a snail's pace, as if he's mapping your legs, mapping a path to where you need him most. You waver again as his hand tracks up your inner thigh, inching closer to your core, Eddie's hand stills and he pulls away from your lips,

"Everything okay?" His brown eyes are on you, assessing you, trying to figure out if he's pushed you too far.

"I'm fine. Its just," your stomach is flipping and your cheeks are burning at your next admission, "Eddie, don't make fun of me, but I'm really, um, worked up from you just kissing me."

He wants to tease you about it, so badly, but how can he refuse such a sweet face, asking him so sweetly?

"You don't think you've had a similar effect on me?" Eddie's eyebrow quirks, he had a point there, you'd been feeling evidence of that effect since you'd wrapped your leg around him. Eddie's hand comes back to your thigh, his other holding your face, guiding you to look at his face while his hand creeps ever closer. He's not quick enough to hide the surprise on his face when he gets to your centre and finds you soaking through your underwear,

"Not a word, Munson."

"Sorry but no deal, all this for little old me?"

"Nothing little about you." You counter as you press yourself into him more, feeling his rock hard length through his boxers.

"Flatterer." Eddie mutters as he hooks his fingers into the elastic, gently guiding your leg away from him so he can pull them off, before he returns your leg to his hip, his fingers now stroking slow paths up and down your folds, his eyes trained on yours, watching your face. His fingers move inwards and you hiss as he brushes past your clit, then back again when he realises what he's found, there's a mischievous smirk on his face and he leans in to whisper to you,

"Hmm, now I really don't see what the hell that guy's issue was last month." He's referring to your last date, at the end of which you'd gone to Eddie's, flopping down on his sofa and declaring men who cannot find the clit to be useless and making up a worryingly large portion of your dating history.

You want to sass him, tell him he's being cocky but your brain is suddenly occupied by the sensation of Eddie's calloused fingers rubbing around your clit, your eyes feel heavy and you want to close them, your head instinctively turning to face the pillow but Eddie's free hand is gripping your chin, forcing you to look at his face

"Nuh-uh, you're going to look at my face while I make you come with my hands. No hiding that pretty face." The intensity of his gaze leaves you breathless, and his incessant attention to your clit means you have no chance to catch your breath, instead your breathing comes in ragged gasps that get faster the closer he pushes you, your starting to flinch away from his touch as you teter on the edge of overstimulation,

"Shh, I'll make it better." Eddie's fingers glide through your slick to your entrance, entering you slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

"Fuck." Is all you're able to mewl at the fullness once he's knuckle deep, your eyes getting teary. Eddie nods in agreement, starting to work his fingers inside you while his thumb toys with your clit, you're quickly back at the edge of your orgasm, Eddie's pupils are dilated and his breathing is matching yours, clearly getting off on watching you come undone by his hand. You swear the air surrounding you is getting hotter, heavier, making it harder to breathe, you can feel the pressure in your body building, making you tremble until finally, you're reaching your peak, clawing at Eddie's arm and with a loud cry of his name, eyes squeezing shut so tight that tears stream down your face. Eddie keeps his hand in place until you've ridden out your high, planting kisses on your forehead.

"More, I need more." You breathe out, cringing slightly at the desperate whine in your voice,

"You sure?" Eddie waits until you're a bit more coherent, shaking less like a leaf in a hurricane. You nod enthusiastically and he rolls over to his nightstand before a flurry of curse words leave his lips,

"Shit fucking - goddamn." You can guess the cause for his frustration,

"Eddie… its fine."

"Shit, sorry." Eddie flops back down onto the bed, a little grouchy.

"No, Eddie. Its… fine." You hope he understands the look you're giving him, otherwise you might just be pulling a demented face.

"You're sure?"

"100 per cent."

Eddie is still slightly hesitant as he hovers above you, hands either side of your head,

"Really sure?" You nod and Eddie shakes his head, "No, you need to use words for this."

"I want this, I want you." You feel your stomach lurch a little with anticipation as Eddie's bare cock lines up with your entrance, and sinks in, inch by inch. As you'd commented earlier, there is nothing small about Eddie, despite his earlier efforts you're still left with a slight sting as your snug walls adjust to him.

"Fuuucking hell." Your turn to nod in agreement, a little dumb struck by how good it feels to be so full of Eddie. A whimper escapes your lips as Eddie gives his hips a tentative roll, and almost instinctively your body draws him close, legs locking around his waist, arms pulling him down until he lands on you with a soft "oof". Once he's certain he hasn't squashed you Eddie starts rolling his hips again, setting a deep and drawn out rhythm, your g spot being stimulated with every motion, your walls hugging his length so tightly that you swear you can feel every vein on his cock.

Your moans are music to his ears, especially when his name is interspersed between them, he can hear the pitch change as you get closer, so he staves off his own orgasm, determined to get you there first, he doubles down, upping his tempo and teasing your neck while whispering in your ear,

"This pussy is fucking perfect, you know that? You're fucking perfect."

You try to disagree but he cuts you off by sucking a hickey onto the side of your neck. He comes away from your neck to peck your lips once, and as soon as he does your hands are pushing the hair away from his face so you can see just how blown his pupils are, see the flush that starts at his cheeks and trails down to his chest.

"You're fucking perfect." You manage to stutter out between gasps and moans, your hands travelling to his back and digging in, leaving angry red lines as he fucks you into the mattress.

"I'm so fucking close Eddie."

"Don't hold back on me now." Eddie flashes you a smile and with a well timed thrust he has your walls clenching around him while you leave more angry lines down his back, you're fairly sure your vision goes blurry for a few seconds while the pleasure short circuits your brain. Its Eddie kiss that brings you back, desperate and hungry this time.

"Baby, you need to drop your legs or I can't pull out." Eddie pants as he ruts into you, your legs are still locked around his waist and he's perilously close.

"Don't." There's an irresistible grin on your face and Eddie curses,

"Shit, you sure?" You nod, "No, no, words again please. Hurry." Eddie's sweating and biting his lip, desperately trying to hold back but unable to stop himself from fucking you,

"Eddie, don't pull out." That's all it takes to completely knock the air from his lungs, and he's finishing inside you with the hottest fucking groans you have ever heard, hips never stilling as he fucks his cum deeper into you.

He collapses down beside you, swearing and sweaty as he comes down from his high. You wait until you can hear that both of you are breathing normally and ask him again,

“Are you asleep?”

“Baby, I physically do not have another round in me. Give me ten minutes.” You slap his arm and he winks at you,

"So, quick question… Just how many girls are you screwing?" You ask, referring to the lack of condom availability.

"Tragically, the ones I had expired, I thought I had bought more but apparently not." You try to stifle the giggle, you really do.

"Shut up." Eddie's laughing with you too, pulling you close to his chest, making you wrinkle up your nose when your skin sticks to his.

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daizymax · 1 year

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these wicked delights | psh (m)

summary: in the dead of night, a sinful creature visits you, penetrating and encompassing your mind, body and soul…

pairing: seonghwa x fem reader

genre: incubus!au, smut

word count: 3.4k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: incubus!seonghwa; supernatural elements; vulgar language; degrading dialogue; not your modern day dirty talk because seonghwa is thousands of years old; the reader is legally an adult but seonghwa calls her a child because, again, he’s thousands of years older; very slight religious elements; graphic sexual content; situations of dub/non-con; dom/sub themes without discussion of boundaries / safety / safewording; dom!seonghwa; rough handling; sensory deprivation; vaginal fingering; oral (f receiving); squirting; unprotected penetrative sex (no condom use, no established birth control method in effect); mirror sex; brief mentions of blood; creampie; an unreal amount of cum; no proper aftercare

author’s note: reuploaded from my old blog and rewritten featuring seonghwa now. no changes to the content itself though. please take extra care to heed the warnings on this one, this is not like my other fics.

( click here to read on AO3 instead )

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This is how it begins: with a curious tingling sensation at the beginning of your spine, right at the base of your neck. It gradually builds into a dull burn that travels southward, growing warmer and warmer as it goes, until eventually your whole body is awash with white-hot pinpricks.

Yet you are not even sure that you are fully conscious. Sleep’s shroud still clings to you as tangibly as the comfortable cotton sheets draped over your body. Your closed eyelids may render you blind to the surroundings of your bedroom, but they do nothing to block sound.

“Good evening, pet…” drawls a guttural voice, manifesting out of nowhere. It sounds decidedly otherworldly from the way it resonates in the air.

A throaty groan of acknowledgment is all you can manage in your fright.

I’m dreaming, you think, hoping it is true.

“Does this feel like a dream?”

Something inhumanly strong clutches your covered ankle. The sudden gesture startles you, but your body does not - cannot - flinch. Not even your lips break apart to let out the squeal trapped in your throat.

Wh-what is this?! you panic silently. What have you done to me?! Who are you?!

The visitor, whoever he is, seems to hear your unspoken thought.

“A more apt question would be what am I,” he answers cryptically before soon elaborating, “My name is Seonghwa. I am an ancient being well-learned in the ways of copulating with females of your species. As for your paralysis… it is only temporary. There is no need for you to be mobile tonight. I am the master, and you are the pet. You are not in charge here, not even of your own limbs and tongue.”

The claw around your ankle tugs swiftly at the sheets blanketing you, leaving you naked and bare. One long, sharp fingernail drags its way slowly from your foot to your calve to your inner thigh. Your leg may not be able to move, but neither is it numb to the sensations drawn on your nerves.

W-what are you d-doing? Even in your mind, your voice sounds woefully weak.

The jagged end of the bony finger pauses on the outskirts of your exposed entrance.

“Engaging in foreplay,” he - it? - answers matter-of-factly. “You are a lonely, miserable, pathetic little thing, starving for physical attention. That is why I have come.”

His words ring a sour note because of the harsh truth they carry. You have been wallowing in lonely misery for quite some time. Nearly a year has passed without so much as one lousy date or meaningless hookup.

“Hmm, do not despair, child,” your uninvited guest coos almost soothingly. Was his voice this melodic before? “It is that very nature of yours that attracted me to you. Your fragile little mind called to me so sweetly, I had to oblige. You should consider yourself quite fortunate I am here. You will never find another who can stimulate the delicate flesh between your legs better than I.”

Your cunt tingles in recognition from the foul words, and the creature senses your body’s involuntary reaction.

“Yes, I can feel your carnal desires. Shall I begin satisfying them?”

You gulp in apprehension. Would he really stop if you said (thought) the word ‘no?’ But before you can ruminate further, this creature named Seonghwa resumes his earlier movements and tickles the folds of your center.

“I can sense your hesitation, pet,” he says. “But beneath that, your body and your subconscious are screaming for me to continue. I can feel the vibrations of your lust pulsing from you. Would it relax you to know that I desire this, too? Your body is quite exquisite… for a human. I would be delighted to plumb its treasures, starting with the sweetness about to drip from your genitalia.”

With that said, his gnarled finger glides easily into your surprisingly wet cunt. Your gasp of shock and pleasure goes in through your nose as a deep breath. The action encourages the creature to curl the digit purposefully, as if to beckon another reaction out of you.

This is wrong… you fret with what must be the last vestiges of your sanity. I didn’t ask for this…

“No, but your kind is rarely granted the things for which they ask. And many things that are or seem wrong often feel too good to deny,” Seonghwa counters. “Millions of your species give in to their wicked and morally corrupt ways every hour, child. You frail little thing... why should you be any different?”

I’m not a child, your mind argues, latching onto the word with offense.

A deep chuckle reverberates against the walls. “You may be considered a mature adult amongst your species, but I have more than a thousandfold years on you. Now stop this pitiful, stubborn attempt at righteousness and submit to me.”

The boom of his voice is terrifying, but as he adds a second finger to your heated core, you find yourself powerless to resist. You absently wonder if he is casting some sort of spell over you to force your obedience, but the burning arousal in your loins does not feel like a trick. Could you really be so desperately depraved as to want this to happen?

In any case, the demon hums his approval at your compliance.

“There’s a good pet.” He withdraws his hand and uses it to lightly pat your pussy appreciatively, only to immediately plunge his fingers back into place inside you.

His long fingernails graze your g-spot, but rather than being painful or uncomfortable, the sensation is oddly gratifying. Every brush against your deepest recesses serves to torment you in the best way. If you could gyrate your hips, you would, but the best you can do is allow a soft moan to thrum inside your chest.

“Enjoying yourself already?” Seonghwa muses. “How weak you are indeed. And so soft…”

His other hand skims along the side of your body, following the curves from your hip to your breast. He grasps the fleshy mound and squeezes with surprising tenderness.

“Perhaps I should loosen my hold on you,” he wonders. He gives your nipple a pinch and clarifies, “Not here, just over your lips. I am an admittedly vain creature. I would very much enjoy hearing your uncensored cries - in full volume - when I bring you to the height of euphoria, over and over, until your voice is utterly shattered. What do you think, pet?”

As he speaks, he wiggles his fingers and digs the heel of his palm into your clit determinedly, while the hand on your chest moves to your other breast to caress it with the same attention as the first. The stimulation is positively electrifying.

I… you plead vaguely, unable to string coherent words together.

“You what, child?” he urges. “Speak freely now. Tell me what you so desire.”

Your freed tongue pokes out to wet your lips, then you say unabashedly, “I want to come so badly.”

“Do you?” he teases.

Seonghwa’s pointed thumb begins strumming against your clit with the faintest touch, and this time your gasp is much sharper when able to be inhaled through your mouth. Again, you lament the inability to rock yourself against him. The light stimulation is not enough.

“More…” you rasp. “I need more.”

“Is that any way to speak to your master?” he states coldly. His thumb lifts away from your bud, and his fingers draw back to the start of your opening and stall there. “Try that again. Ask me nicely this time, pet.” He spits the last word to reiterate your role in this unnatural union.

“Please… m-master,” you stutter over the uncomfortable word. “Will you p-please make me come, master?”

“That’s better,” he approves, then begins shoving his hand into you repeatedly.

A third finger joins the first two, and the thick stretch has you groaning incessantly. His thumb descends back onto your engorged clit to rub skilled circles into it. Every little twitch of his hand pulls the knot inside your belly tighter and tighter.

“This silky cavern of yours is taking my fingers so well, pet,” Seonghwa purrs, and you mentally preen under his praise in spite of yourself. For reasons you can’t explain, you’re honored to please him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for your orgasm to wash over and pour out of you. The inability to hunch your back or even curl your toes makes it feel all the more powerful, and the high-pitched whine that squeaks out of you is unlike any sound you have ever produced.

Seonghwa continues undulating his wrist until the spasms of your pussy subside and the overstimulation on your clit nears the point of becoming painful.

“Such a messy little thing,” he tsks. The squelching sound when he removes his hand from your center alerts you to just how much wetness you released. “Open your eyes now and look at the mess you have made.”

You blink your heavy eyelids open and let your pupils adjust to the darkness. From the moonlight streaming through the curtains, you can definitely discern a distinct sheen running along the back of his hand, but what really captures your interest is the hand - claw - itself. It is even larger than you imagined. The skin is alabaster and smooth, but the pointed nails are black as moonless midnight.

You raise your eyes upward to look upon your visitor for the first time and are immediately captivated by his piercing crimson gaze. His eyes are quite literally glowing, illuminating the pale face sculpted from the same ivory marble as his hands. Thick, silver hair frames his temples, brushing just above high cheekbones.

Oh… he is so beautiful…

The thought is automatic and also instantly heard, as Seonghwa’s wide grin indicates. His teeth are blinding white in the dark and noticeably sharp.

“Of course I am beautiful, child. If I am to take the form of a wretched human, only the best will do. Although some appendages have remained unmodified, as you will find out,” he informs you. “But first, let me see if you taste as delectable as you look.”

With that, he parts his lips and snakes his sharp tongue out to catch his dripping fingers. He sucks them thoroughly before releasing each of them with soft pops.

The verdict is rendered as: “Delicious,” while he continues to grin down at you devilishly. Then he decides, “I think I would like a taste straight from the source now, if you don’t mind.”

Without actually giving you a choice, he drags your body down the mattress without touching you and kneels at the foot of your bed to bring his face inches from your sensitive pussy. Before you have time to marvel (or cower) from the magical action, he is on to the next thing, which is yanking your immobilized knees apart. His claws dig into the supple flesh of your thighs possessively.

When he dips what can only be his tongue into the folds of your cunt, the muscle feels strangely scaly and clammy. It soon becomes clear he is quite skilled with it, however, and its reach far extends that of all your previous lovers.

He licks along your slit tantalizingly without heed for your still-throbbing clit. Then he delves his tongue in and out of your tight hole at a steady, rhythmic pace.

“Such sweet syrup you have stored inside you, child,” Seonghwa murmurs huskily. “What a shame to have it bottled up for so long. It is a good thing I am here to release it for you.”

You would say plenty of it has already been released, considering the stickiness seeping down into the crack of your ass, but you doubt your imposing ‘lover’ would appreciate such a quip. And truth be told, you are flattered that he seems to be enjoying giving you all the pleasure… so far.

He suddenly digs his tongue into your clit, directly under the hood. A jolt frizzles along the nerves of your frozen body and escapes past your lips in the form of a whimper.

While his mouth is attending to your nether regions, his hands creep back up along your abdomen until he finds your breasts again. He fondles both of them rather gently, occasionally rolling and tweaking your nipples to send a pulse of electricity below. Your moans become louder the longer he carries on lapping and stroking and pulling you to the brink of madness.

Your second orgasm crests every bit as high as the first, and although your limbs still cannot move, you can feel the aftershocks in your very bones.

“So easy to unravel,” Seonghwa comments as he resurfaces from the drenched juncture of your thighs. You watch as that red, serpentine tongue outlines his coated lips to capture every lingering drop of your essence.

Your eyelids droop in exhaustion, but the unholy creature has not yet finished taking its fill.

“You are not the only one in need of release, child,” he tells you. “It has been ages since I have visited upon one as enticing as you, and I do not intend to waste this opportunity.”

Again, he uses his otherworldly power to manipulate your body to his will, this time flipping you over onto your stomach. Your startled yelp is muffled against the sheets when he manually yanks your bottom half into the air, fully presenting your ass to him. His hands roam over your backside slowly.

“I am going to penetrate you now, pet,” Seonghwa says in a low tone; it sounds like a warning. “The fit will surely be excruciating for you. I suggest you take a deep breath and exhale it as I make my entrance.”

The unmistakable head of his cock presses against the petaled lips of your pussy. The circumference of it is wider than any you have known, and your mind balks when your muscles cannot flinch. It has not pushed inside of you yet, but you know without a doubt it will rip you apart.

Before you can voice your concerns, your lover is speaking to you again.

“Shh, stop your fussing,” he growls. “Your anatomy is made to birth infants larger than my genitals; you will be fine. I will guide you through this. Breathe, child.”

You obediently suck in a gulp of air.

“Good girl. Now let it out. Slowly, now,” he instructs next.

You allow the air to slowly leak from your lungs, and Seonghwa begins the plunge of his turgid cock into your core. As wet as you are, it is a struggle to fit even the tip of him inside. It spears through your walls agonizingly, tearing the sensitive skin just as you predicted, and you cannot even twist your fingers into the bedspread to help cope with the pain.

“You are doing well, my pet. Very well,” Seonghwa assures you, conscious of your pained state. “But we have a way to go yet. Keep breathing.”

Each breath comes in shakier and rushes out whinier as inch after inch locks into place inside you. Your walls stretch to their limits around his rock hard shaft, and still he continues to push until eventually he meets the resistance of your cervix.

“There we go,” he announces quietly, not sounding nearly as affected by the tight fit as you are.

He reaches up and fits one of his hands between the side of your face and where it rests against the bed to cup your cheek lightly for a moment, then glides his fingers slowly around to the back of your neck, across your shoulder blades, down your spine, finally coming to a halt at your hip. His delicate touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His other hand finds purchase on the other side of your waist, and his hold becomes bruising.

“Now, stay just like that and let me do all the work,” he commands, as though you have a choice.

Seonghwa withdraws his monstrous cock until only the mushroomed head remains, then thrusts back into you sharply, causing you to utilize the only parts of your body with mobility by parting your lips to groan loudly and squeezing your eyes shut tight. He gradually builds a steady pace, driving himself to knock against your g-spot relentlessly. The punishing blows make your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Is that what you think, child?” Seonghwa questions suddenly without interrupting his movements.

“W-what?” you ask shakily, unaware that you had even been thinking of anything specific for him to pick up on.

“That you are being punished?” he specifies. “You are not being punished, my pet. If it feels that way, you are mistaken. I am not ruining you. I am ushering you into paradise. Don’t. You. See?”

He punctuates his last few words with especially hard snaps, and you choke on a moan. Your pussy is clenching repeatedly around him now, signaling an impending third climax, even without stimulation to your clit.

Seonghwa jerks the top half of your body upright with a claw hooked around your throat, and the unseen force he wields is used to plant your palms firmly into the mattress to help keep yourself propped up. The mirror of your vanity dresser magically floats through the air to lean against the headboard of your bed. The reflection shows only yourself situated on your hands and knees, breasts jostling lewdly from the consistent pounding you are taking from behind. Your lover is nowhere to be seen in the glass.

“Look at yourself, child,” Seonghwa demands. “There is no use denying that you enjoy being ravaged like this.”

You are unable to tear your gaze away from the crazed eyes staring straight back at you. They are your own, but they are also a stranger’s. You moan wantonly in a broken voice.

“You can be louder than that,” the demon spurs. “Let all the heathens in Hell and all the seraphs in Heaven hear me taking over your body, mind, and soul.”

He speeds his thrusts even more to help earn the noises he so craves, and you do not disappoint. Even if the damned and the higher beings cannot hear you, your neighbors surely can through the walls of your apartment.

“Yes, my pet, yes. That’s it. Give in once more to the primal needs inside of you. Do it for your master.”

And you do. You shut your eyes and feel your pussy quake as it releases one last sinful gush.

Seonghwa pierces the flesh of your hips with his nails sharply enough to draw trickles of blood as he tumbles over the edge with you. His massive cock balloons even more at the moment of his impressive climax. The grunt he lets out sounds like a clap of thunder as he discharges a gratuitous amount of cum, drowning your insides overfull. Even with his cock still lodged within you, it does little to plug the boiling liquid; it drips out around his wide length, down your pussy, and onto the sheets below in thick, copious rivulets.

When it is over, he removes himself from your gaping opening with a cringe-worthy slurp and releases all hold over you. Your used body crumbles in a heap.

“I believe I have sufficiently satiated you now, sweet pet,” Seonghwa says rather calmly. Even after pounding you like a jackhammer and unloading what felt like liters of cum inside you, he is not the slightest bit breathless. “It is a shame I cannot visit you again for a while. The toll it would take on your fragile soul is not to be taken lightly, after all.”

You give no indication that you have heard him, but he does not seem to mind. With strong arms, he manually lifts your limp body and tucks you into your sheets with care. You are too tired and too out of it to realize they are totally dry.

Or that your sore hips are not actually bleeding.

Or that the mirror has returned to its rightful place over your dresser.

“Sleep now, child… Or perhaps you truly have been sleeping and dreaming this entire time…”

An amused cackle echoes against your eardrums, and you slip into unconsciousness with one last vision of his wicked grin to haunt you.

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riseofamoonycake · 1 year

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Sooo, I had to. Yes, it was selfcare. Yes, I love it. And it is all for you.

NSFW ALPHABET - RUDRA

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Rudra is the perfect partner for the aftercare, trust my words: he immediately takes you in his arms and cuddles you a lot, asking if everything is okay, if he went too hard and hurt you somehow, if you are fine. He makes you lay on the mattress and covers you with a lot of blankets, then hugs you tightly, strokes the hair and cheeks and cradles you. Also, no angle of your face remains deprived of his lips, he would consume you by the tons of kisses he gives you. He spoils you a lot and loves to do so. If it is still night, he sings a lullaby for you or tells you funny bedtime stories; if it is morning, he cooks breakfast for you and brings it to bed, so you haven’t to do anything. Lay everything to him, he can do it!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His eyes for sure, and his shoulders too. The blush that makes you crimson every time your eyes meet his and they refuse to let you go, and when you run a finger along the edge of them, admired by their length and the tattoos that finish them… yes, he melts without reserve; not to mention when your hands grip around his shoulders and feel them, and you giggle softly as you feel his muscles twitch with your every touch.

He loves your hair terribly. The way it moves with your every movement like sea waves and spreads around you when you sleep, like a crown, literally drives him crazy, even more so when you are on top of him and your locks cover his face like a curtain, and he feels so protected; he doesn’t need protection, but it feels wonderful. He would gladly spend his entire existence stroking, brushing and burying his nose in it, kissing every lock, wave, curl. Oh, and he loves your hips, because when he strokes you here you gasp and start moaning adorably, so it is an invitation for him to tease you more and more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t have any kind of preference in this case, it is all up to you: if you want him to come inside you he does, otherwise he finds another solution. He is so excitable and sensitive that he cums quickly and even abundantly, but fear not, he is immediately ready to spring back into action to make you dream again and again!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes a lot morning sex, really, he can’t help but feel so aroused when the daylight comes and he wakes up just to find you asleep yet, your breath so tranquil and deep, the body abandoned to the dreams, the skin brightening when touched by the first rays of sun and your expression so tender. In these moments he can’t control himself, he has to kiss you all over your face and hug you tightly, press you to his chest and welcome you to the sweetest awakening you have ever imagined. Then, his fingers become wilder and his kisses more passionate and deep, he is needy and he shows it. Prepare yourself to be taken again and again, I can say without doubt that you two make love more in the morning than during the night.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Rudra has had various experiences: in his wanderings he has lived with both humans and deities and has never missed important adventures, whether short or long. He has learned a lot from them, so be prepared to be worshiped and pampered from start to finish, in every way he knows how. He is a soft dom, ask him what you want and he will give it to you: if you want energetic love making bordering on rough, you will get it; if you just want cuddles, all you have to do is say so; if you are kinky, he will give yourself all the perversions you want. The only thing that matters is the pleasure, intimacy and affection that are created with every caress and look, and they certainly won’t miss.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The position of the Tiger (you lying on your back and him on top, during the sexual act you bend your legs and keep your knees raised leaning them against his body), taken from the Kamasutra. In addition to granting intense sensations, Rudra can lean forward to be as attached to you as possible, hold you tightly and whisper the sweetest words to you while caressing your breasts and neck, amplifying the pleasure in an absurd way. In general, however, all the positions that allow you two to have very strong physical and eye contact are a must with him, because in the end neither of you can help but want to feel the other’s skin rubbing against your own, it is a primary need.

G = Goofy (are they more in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Rudra is not a jester like Shiva, however if he sees you tense and agitated he cracks a joke to make you laugh and calm you down, all while slowly stroking your hair, your cheeks, nape and back, relaxing you. However, one thing that is never missing is his warm and beautiful smile; this most of all will put you at ease, because you can’t resist his sweet expressions, especially when you see all the love that fills his eyes. He is totally gone for you and you can’t help but feel the same.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

They match, deep black hair for our angel! Rudra is well groomed, yes, but to be honest he has little hair in those areas; for the rest he is a fanatic of hygiene, he cares a lot about his own cleanliness and that of others and does not allow anyone to look bad.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Literally a puppy. The sweetest and kindest god you can find. He is embarrassingly romantic: he takes you up a hill, with a breathtaking view of the nature around you, and there he sets everything up for a romantic and very intimate picnic, where you two talk and laugh a lot, lying on the grass and in a sea of flowers. Then, at a certain point his hands squeeze you more strongly and begin to caress you everywhere, his face gets closer and at the slightest caress you give him on his cheeks he goes wild, starting to devour you with kisses while you laugh and writhe under his fingers that roam everywhere. Your clothes don’t stay on you for long, because soon he jumps on top of you and gently slips them off, careful not to let go of your mouth and keep your tongues dancing. What follows next is an endless circle of cuddles, sighs, caresses and the sweetest yet most sensual sex you have ever had.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rudra really likes it, but only if you make it to him. The way your deft fingers dance all over his member, torturing it from tip to base, and how you squeeze it genuinely drives him crazy, not to mention the sadistic grin with which you enjoy the whole situation; so in those moments the god abandons himself on the mattress, supporting himself on his elbows so as not to miss your every action, and begins to moan and squirm, sweating copiously while the rhythm of his breathing quickens and his fiber is put to the test. The more you torment and stimulate him the more he thanks you, it is a hell that he gladly accepts.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

In conjunction with the propensity for morning sex, Rudra has a strong sleep kink. All it takes is the vision of your sleeping body, and the blood starts to boil and he doesn’t understand anything anymore. Before doing anything he will talk to you about the matter; and if you give him permission, then be prepared to fall into all sorts of erotic dreams, because he will stimulate you so much that your mind will translate everything into dreams. So, it will happen that you will wake up terribly needy because he is eating you out, or out of breath because he has been penetrating you deeply for whole minutes, or completely naked and with your chest attacked by his teeth and tongue; but none of this will displease you.

Let’s not forget the nipple play: Rudra is a boob person, his hobby is undoing shirts and bodices or lifting shirts to enjoy your breasts and make you sigh and tremble just by stroking and massaging your turgid nipples, then closing your lips around one of these and start licking and sucking it. Prepare to succumb under his four hands, once he starts he doesn’t stop in a short time. You have been warned.

L = Location (favorite to do the do)

A high place, such as a mountain peak or a promontory above the sea. No matter how many cities and splendid palaces he has seen, in the end his true home is open nature (compatibly with Hindu mythology which sees him associated with animals), so here he can relax completely and be able to give the best of himself. It is not necessary to do it on the grass: even a sheltered place is enough, like a cabin or a small house immersed in the forest or on the slopes of a mountain, and he is happy and ready to make you so too. There is only silence around you, the scent of wood and flowers is intense, no one can disturb you and there are only you two, ready to dedicate yourselves to each other: what more do you want?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sensitive as he is, any touch could excite this gentle god; but never as much as the caresses and kisses along the scar on his face. In that case you feel him stiffen completely and clench his fists because the hottest sensations are invading him, to then close his eyes and wait for how things go on: if you decide to insist and, moreover, you start kissing and biting his neck too, another point very sensitive for him, or massaging his shoulders or chest, expect to find yourself pressed to the ground in no time, gripped by all four of his hands, devoured by his feline eyes and hungry mouth. Very well, now he is needy and you have to deal with his hornyness, try not to faint in the process!

Also, being the God of Storms, his libido will probably skyrocket whenever there is a storm or rain pouring heavily on the roof of your house: he instinctively hugs you in a protective way, if he sees you scared for the thunders, then he cradles you by talking softly into your ear, calling you with tender pet names (names of felines, his favorite animals: little lynx, little tiger and so on), and then starts kissing you, keeping your mind busy dedicating himself to your warm body always ready to wrap him, so soft and yielding under his fingers…

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Rudra hates people who are too vulgar, who can’t hold their tongue and make others uncomfortable with how rude and inappropriate they are. So, yes for dirty talking and a more stringent language between you, but he sets limits when he is not in private. Your tongue could lead to various quarrels between you and, in his case, to extinguish any kind of interest in you, until one of the two breaks the relationship because neither of you is willing to give in, and there is hardly any possibility of return.

Among the things that he will certainly never do to you is knife play: since he is not very familiar with blades, be they knives or even small scissors, he does not feel sure he can control the situation and therefore the fear of hurting you and make you bleed would be so high that it would shake all over the body and really end up opening some wound. Do you want to feel pain? Well, his teeth and nails will give you all you want, but please, don’t ask him to play with blades on your body.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Rudra loves both and has no preferences; however he is very, very good at oral. He really loves you as soon as he puts his lips and tongue against your intimacy: his hands blocking your thighs and hips to keep you still; the mouth that covers your genitals with kisses, and then his tongue that dances, touching, poking, teasing, licking; the lips that close around your hottest spots, and meanwhile his eyes that don’t leave yours, following every tear of pleasure that slides down your cheek and catching fire under your gaze; the teeth sinking in and biting or scraping gently, making you wince and elicit a little scream. The God of Storms? Naahhh, in my opinion it is better to say the God of Oral, so great and remarkable are his abilities.

As I said before, however, he also loves receiving: and don’t be afraid to be too wild with him, if you grab his cock and start biting it he won’t reply but will only enjoy, and the same if you want to be nicer. The choice is yours, in any case he would do nothing but lay on the ground or on the blankets and emit all kinds of verses in such a funny and cute voice, writhing and shaking so much that it is natural for you to continue with your work, if that is what you give them. The tip is really sensitive, linger on that and you could knock him out in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rudra prefers a middle ground: not too slow but not a mad run either, the ideal is an energetic pace that is not difficult to follow and which at the same time stimulates the whole body, so that the sensations are multiple and the pleasure is strong on both sides. At some point, however, a more sadistic side may also step in, or he is simply very needy and aroused to feel your walls around his penis, and then things heat up and you find yourself pressed hard against the mattress with two of his hands gripping your head or digging into your hips, so you feel like you have a bull between your legs, one that is also bent on depleting your vocal cords. But don’t worry, even in this case he will never hurt you, if or as soon as he realizes that you are in even the slightest pain, he slows down without problems. You couldn’t be in better hands: and there are four of them, so best wishes to escape him, he won’t let you go anywhere.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Rudra is not the quickie type, simply because it is not enough for him: he wants to take all his time to take every part of you and make it his own, so a quickie is not the solution that best suits him. If you ask him and insist, he will hardly accept; and if he does, it will be grudgingly and because you somehow managed to convince him. If you then leave and he still wants you, his frowning gaze will follow you everywhere and for the rest of the day he will be nervous, at least until you return, when you will have to deal with what you left unfinished... oh my, a big storm is coming to get you! Run for your life if you can (you can’t)!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Let me be honest, I think that Rudra will gladly take them, but it is up to you: if you feel like experimenting and trying something extreme he will satisfy you, otherwise that is fine, nothing changes between you. If you accept, he will follow you step by step so that you are comfortable with them, but let him know if you change your mind or something is wrong, he always has time to stop. So be clear and open with him, and tell him everything you want, whether or not you feel like accepting what is being offered to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This big boy has a lot of strength, you better prepare to be destroyed by his ardor, because although gentle and attentive as long as you want, Rudra is almost insatiable and once he has you in his arms you are his prisoner for a long time. As mentioned above, being very sensitive, the rounds are perhaps not very long - even if the duration of each of them is enough to deprive you of a lot of energy - but they are many, truly innumerable: a love making session in which you lose your head and also the sensitivity in every part of you, short pause, and then the sweetest torment you have ever felt begins again, and so on for an almost infinite number of rounds. Every time you touch the threshold of fainting, and every time Rudra will stop before you can cross it, perhaps giving you a good spank or squeezing your nipples hard; catch your breath quickly, and say yes to heaven, you have to start again!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly, he has many, all presents or left as gifts from his adventures: for example, he has vibrators or dildos of all kinds, which come from all over the world and which he knows how to use very well, OBVIOUSLY on you because he doesn’t want to be touched by it (but who knows, maybe you can even convince him…). He rarely uses them because the best tool for your pleasure is his own body, but if you ask him to practice on you with them he won’t back down and indeed, it could be a way to further test your skills. Let’s see how long you can last this time.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Rudra is not unfair, on the contrary, it is more probable that it is you who teases him (even if he willingly accepts it and, indeed, he likes being tortured by you). However, if you cross the line or have behaved in a way that he thinks is particularly unfair or wrong towards him, well… the things change a little, and some small, harmless torment falls on your tender flesh: from playing with your intimacy to the point of making you so excited that you pray for his cock, which he won’t give you because you don’t deserve it, to angrily biting all your most sensitive parts without you being able to stop him, to tying you to the bed and bandaging your mouth, to then fill your holes with vibrators that he will operate remotely once he sits on the edge, watching you for hours as you writhe, moan louder and louder and beg for a mercy that you have to earn hard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The God of Storms is not as loud as you, but he can hardly keep his voice: therefore his mouth escapes deep and long moans and gasps that intertwine with yours, as well as sighs and, sometimes, low gurgles. As the session gets more heated his voice rises in pitch and the words that come out of him are all praise for you, how beautiful you are, perfect and his, all his, doubling the sensations and the thrills; I mean, he might just make you cum with his voice. Fun fact: sometimes he starts speaking in other languages, simple words or phrases that he has learned during his wanderings and for which he blushes deeply, if you ask him the meaning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Before the love making, Rudra includes a massage session. He knows where to intervene to stretch, relax, loosen and touch so that every stiffness and tension does not resist his fingers, all without making you feel any pain but, on the contrary, giving you a preparatory pleasure for what is to come afterwards. From head to feet (if you can hold it), every corner of you will know the blessing of his cuddles, and it is not uncommon for you to fall asleep while he is rubbing your back and shoulders.

In the same way, if you want to return the favor and give him a massage, he will be happy about it: if you already know how to do it, he will make himself comfortable to receive all your attention, and he won’t fail to respond adequately to the stimuli (remember that being very sensitive he may not last long, especially in certain areas such as shoulders and feet), while if you don’t know how to do it but want to learn, he will teach you calmly and patiently, so as not to cause pain and worse.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Heh heh, as well as Shiva, he has a double pack! And he knows how to use them very well. The first thing that amazes you about the two penises is that they are really, really big, almost disproportionate, wider than long and slightly curved upwards. The lower one is a little smaller than the upper one and has veins on the tip, while the other is perfectly smooth, but the tip is more enlarged.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Rudra has an excellent sex drive, even if sex is not among his very first thoughts his desire is still high and he is easily excitable. It doesn’t take much, even just a slow and well-aimed caress or the thought of you and your beautiful smile, of the way you close your eyes and how they sparkle every time they see him, to turn him on; you don’t help him, on the contrary, because with your way of being so sweet and at the same time provocative you make him so crazy about you, literally your love slave to whom you can do (almost) everything, always questioning who is the top and who is the bottom between the two. Practically by your side you have a puppy and at the same time an indomitable feline.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rudra almost never sleeps, he doesn’t need it until after long periods of time: so he will spend the rest of the night watching you sleep, combing your hair, kissing every inch of skin lightly and giving vent to his sleep kink, without never take your eyes off your face and the serenity with which you sleep. “I love you”, whispers into your ear, licking your lobe and caressing your belly as it prepares to descend towards your intimacy, “I madly love you, my beloved lynx, my great love. You are mine, but I am all yours.”

And then the night flies for him and you, bringing new sweetnesses and caresses.

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acfh-vn · 1 year

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does rook have an NSFW alphabet??.w.

~Rook's NSFW Alphabet~

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Rook is extremely cuddly and clingy. You want to get up and go pee or take a shower? You're either going to take him with you or be staying in bed. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Rook doesn't like how he looks, and he can get really self-conscious at times. But his favorite part of you are your lips. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) He loves it when you swallow :) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He has a hand kink E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Absolutely 100% virgin boi, has no clue what he's doing and will need some guidance. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) Reverse Cowgirl G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) He's so desperate it's practically goofy H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Uh.... well, he doesn't grow a whole lot of hair there, so it's like patchy and curly. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Like I said, he's desperate and whiny. He just wants you two to feel good together, but he may go too fast, so you gotta guide them. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He thinks of your lips and how soft they are....and bam. Cums immediately. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Praise kink (receiving and giving) Sensory deprivation kink (such as being blindfolded, and not being able to hear.) Overstimulation (receiving) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) Your bed. He likes the thought of that every time you go to your room, you'll remember what you two did :) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Call him a good boy. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Ageplay. Big no no. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Receiving, he's going to buck and rut himself into your throat, so you gotta tell him you're in control or he'll start face-fucking you. Giving? Uh... you're going to have to give the poor boy some guidance. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) He starts off slow but he wil get rougher on accident unless you say something. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Absolutely loves them. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) He's open for anything except ageplay. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) He will go until he passes out. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) He owns a sock.... U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He doesn't tease much, but he will absolutely die/pos if you tease them. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Very much a whimperer. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) He's a subby bottom, but he will top and dom if you want them to. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) *coughs* 12 inches. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) It's very high but he is more reserved about it. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards Legit will not sleep until you do.

#☎️-a cry for help vn #♜- rook the grimy boi #🔪-acfh scenarios

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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if you're doing more nsfw alphabets, could I request space hunk din djarin?

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet

Nsfw under the cut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Near the beginning of your relationship, Din would be slightly awkward and stiff, but as you grew more comfortable, he would become quite cuddly afterwards. He likes to curl up with his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part of himself is his arms, on you its your torso and back.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Din is a very touch starved person, and, especially during the beginning of your relationship, would cum quite fast which he was extremely embarrassed by. He likes when you cum on his armor, especially his helmet whilst he’s wearing it.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to do it in the armor, especially if you are also Mandalorian or have your own armor. Likes to be tamed and told what to do. Will wear ropes or lingerie under the armor.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Din doesn’t have a whole lot of experience. Before he became a bounty hunter it was mainly with other people in the covert, but even then, it was mainly hand stuff.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything where you are looking at each other, or bent over the controls of his ship.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Din isn’t really goofy whilst doing it, he might be more flustered at times.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t care much for grooming, after you start regularly sleeping together he might start at least grooming his pubes and beard.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Depending on time and what you are doing, Din can be romantic in his own way. Like pressing your foreheads together in a Mandalorian kiss, and declaring his love on Mandalorian.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Din doesn’t masturbate a lot. This was very true before you got together, he didn’t see the need and was too busy. After he started having an active sex life, he started to take time to get off at least once every week or every other week.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Armor, Helmets, uniforms, etc

Bondage/shibari

Taming/power struggle

Overstimulation and edging

Muscle or body worship

Lingerie

Praise

Sparring

Dry humping and the likes

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On his or your ship, somewhere you can be alone.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The easiest way to get him going is to grab his hips or thigh, or pull him back against you. It can also be done by grabbing the back of his neck and giving it a squeeze, or rubbing your fingers across the gaps in his armor or under his helmet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public stuff, Threesomes and alike, Major sensory deprivation, whipping or cutting.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Din doesn’t prefer either receiving or giving, though he loves to suck on his or your fingers. He doesn’t have the most skill in giving, so it is kind of messy and sloppy.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tends to be on the slower side, but rougher. Not to the point where it shakes the ship or hurts, but there’s strength behind it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Din isn’t really into quickies, as it means taking of armor and putting it on quicker, or going around with a stained undersuit. He likes to take his time most days.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Din doesn’t like to take risks, especially when it comes to where you are doing it. He doesn’t like to idea of being vulnerable to anyone but you. He might be up to trying new kinks, but he needs to research it first.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

From his long time of being a bounty hunter, he has really good stamina, so it takes some work to get him exhausted.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Din doesn’t own any toys, hes never bought any in the past and is most likely to embarrassed to buy any. He only has any if you’ve bought them for him, or its some you have brought with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Din doesn’t tease a lot, though he might try when hes very much in the mood. It comes mostly in the form of him in nothing but his undersuit and his helmet, stretching or training in ways that show off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Din is pretty quiet, mainly huffing and whimpering, he doesn’t get very loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Din knows how to knit and sew, and he makes you hats and scarves, and fixes your clothes when it rips. He loves kissing, and will melt if you kiss him all over his neck and chin when he’s still wearing his helmet.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Din is average in length, but Is slightly thicker. There’s a couple of veins but they aren’t very extreme. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Din doesn’t have the highest sex drive, he could easily go weeks or a month or two without sex, but he would masturbate every now and then.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a while for Din to fall asleep afterwards, this mainly comes from it being hard for him to sleep in general, so you two would just cuddle in bed, or the pilot seat if you did it in the cockpit.

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Hey! I don't know if you write a/b/o universe, (but I'll try my luck) so could I get an imagine/oneshot nsfw Alpha Daemon x Omega fem reader, where reader goes into heat, but Daem had to leave ( maybe solve some issues for Viserys) and he will take some time to come back, in the meantime Rhae Rhae (who is a beta) and has a sincere friendship with reader takes care of her (in the sense of caring and not in the sexual sense) so her heat passes and Daem comes back, but Reader is mad at him for leaving her alone while he's going through this (since it's her first heat she's been through alone), so he tries to talk to her, but she won't. Days pass and they finally talk, to which she cries and says how painful it was, he apologizes and makes it up to her, please? (with angst and fluff and if you can write down the moments of care that Rhae Rhae has for her, I will be extremely grateful)

Hello beautiful - I sure do! I’m not really an expert in it since I don’t read/write much of it but still hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Set Me Free

Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader (A/B/O - Angst Smut Fluff)

⸻Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for your first heat, especially not the absence of your husband. Your close and loving friend Rhaenyra stays at your side, but you won't forgive Daemon so easily as you ensure he makes it up to you.

Tags: A/B/O, Fluff, Angst, Smut, With Plot, PIV, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, (f receiving), Kisses & Hugs, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare, No use of Y/N, No beta I'm sleep deprived

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Notes: More Daemon x Fem!Reader, I’m very brainrot and definitely love to write it ~ The filth is at the end - I made the fic so you can read the smut or angst/fluff as a standalone since there’s a time skip! (smut after “***”)

Changed a bit the tropes of A/B/O for the sake of the fic.

Requested by anon, hope you like it. ♡

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut & fluff prompts: here & here

⸻Words: 6108 (Smut part ~ 2k7)

No words could fit the feeling. Nothing would be precise enough to describe it. The bed shifted as you weight left it, but the second your toes hit the floor, you felt like it gave away under your feet. Despite all the things you were told about, everything you read, living through the very first heat was much worse than you could ever hope for it to be. As an omega, you made sure to know everything about heat, especially after you presented and married your Alpha, the well-known Prince Daemon Targaryen. Thinking about it had made you anxious more than once, but yet you were well surrounded and Daemon reassured you that he would guide you with every step.

A soft gasp left your lips as you stumbled, your hands reaching for nothing, the floor dangerously close. Your knees failed you as you sensed the cold floor against your burning skin. You couldn’t tell how many seconds or even minutes passed since you left the bed. Your skin was set ablaze the moment you moved and the only reason you weren’t already laying on the floor was because Daemon caught you in his arms. It was still very early in the morning, you had just woken up wanting to join him at his desk when it hit you. Daemon had sensed it the instant he heard the mattress shift.

“It’s alright, love.”

You breathed heavily against his chest, a hand holding your back, the other caressing your head gently. He smelled so good. You had felt it before but this time it was different, it was like the scent was everywhere around you, inside you, invading every inch of your skin. You could have ripped your clothes apart, it was hot, too hot. Your fingers dug in the leather of Daemon top as you felt his grasp tighten, his hand moving under your knees lifting you up.

“D-daemon!”, you whined, fingers hopelessly scratching the clothes. Tears left your eyes, mouth part open in a silent scream.

Daemon moved you back to the bed, thumbs brushing the skin of your legs and shoulders, his own breaths growing louder as he sensed your distress. Despite showing much more self-control, having known previous heats, Daemon’s heart still raced in his chest with anticipation. You both awaited this moment with grand impatience, you heard how important it was. It was impossible to put words on it yet, but the only feeling buried deep inside you was the need for pleasure and carnal desire for your alpha.

You sighed as you felt your body lay on the bed, Daemon at your side, holding your back as he positioned himself sitting behind you. You let your head fall on his chest, it felt like it was either going to explode or melt. The tender skin of your neck exposed, Daemon leaned it to kiss it gently, slowly, as his wet lips grazed it. Dizzy, you laughed at the sensation while he whispered honey-like words against you. His embrace felt delicious, reassuring and blissful.

“So sweet.”

“W-what now?”, you murmured.

His hands wandered on your chest and waist, gripping at your nightgown like he wanted to tear it apart. You wished his hands were everywhere at once on you, every inch of your skin covered by his. Your core burned a strange sensation you had never felt before.

“Now I’m taking care of my little omega.”, he smirked, lips meeting your flushed cheeks as his fingers ran on your collarbone, slipping under the edge of your clothes.

You nodded, whatever it meant you were ready to do it. You would do everything for him at this very instant, you needed it.

“And I’ll show you how to take care of your Alpha, hm?”, he kissed your ear, words flowing in as you drank them all.

You laid into him as he resumed the assault on your neck, his hands carefully pulling your nightgown up. At first you thought it was only your head, so intoxicated in his scent that the regular noises of knocking were coming from inside you. But as it became louder and louder, voices accompanying it, you rapidly came out of your torpor to realize people were knocking at your door.

Daemon's mouth left your skin as you whined, pulling on the leather of his top. Annoyance filled your body as the knocks weren’t stopping.

“Fuck off!”, he screamed. An answer very much like him.

The voices were inaudible, they sounded like a bunch of men calling for Daemon.

“I SAID FUCK OFF. NOT NOW.” His voice was so loud behind you it almost could shatter your entire body. His arms locked around your shoulders he held you like you could disappear at any instant.

“Urgent matters, my Prince.”

Daemon didn’t respond, wanting to focus back on you, but the knock and voices just wouldn’t stop.

“Let us in, we come bearing a messag-”

“If you FUCKING come in”, yelled Daemon, “I’ll have your fucking head rolling on the floor and those of all your family members too.”

“King’s orders.”

Daemon sighed. Digits brushing your skin gently as you held onto him, fingernails digging in the fabric, your eyes begging him not to leave.

“I’m”, he muttered, shaking his head. None of the men would be alive by the end of this very day, you could tell, but yet his words left you aback, “I’m so sorry love.”

“D-daemon don’t-”, you cried out, hands reaching for him in a desperate attempt to keep him close.

“I’ll come back soon”, he started to move, you whined at the loss when he left the bed, you almost collapsed on it, “Very soon.” His face looked as pained as yours, yet he still left, each inch separating you now breaking your heart a little more.

The door slammed open as Daemon reached for Dark Sister, ready to slice anyone coming in. But to your great surprise it wasn’t guards or maids that entered, but Rhaenyra herself. She tilted her head toward him, the fire in her eyes could have melted him whole.

“You can’t-”

“I have no choices, you should understand.”, he rasped, “If it’s Viserys-”

“Understand?!”, she raised her hands up but kept her voice low not to alarm you, “It’s her first… - You cannot be serious.”

“I’ll be back sooner than she realizes.”, he lowered his head, avoiding any other eye contact, fist clenched around the hilt of his sword.

Rhaenyra let him leave, your cries echoing in the room as the door closed. She would handle that later, but for now you were the top priority.

“Oh poor thing.”, she whispered, face leaving the wooden door as she ran to you, “Come here.”

You whined when she touched your arm, her embrace mother-ly. You rested your head on her shoulder, face reddened and wet with angry and desperate tears.

“I-I. W-why-”, you couldn’t form any coherent words. Daemon leaving felt like your entire skin had been ripped apart and you were left bleeding against the cold floor.

“I’m here”, murmured Rhaenyra, holding you close to her, “He’ll be back soon. I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”

You nodded against her chest, fingers gripping at the fabric, focusing your attention on anything else but your burning skin. Your cries were certainly heard in the entire castle, you wanted to scream so loud.

“I’ve prepared cold water for you.”, her hand brushed your head gently, “Take your dress off, we’ll change it, you'll feel better once washed.”

She waited for an answer, your consent before doing anything, but you didn’t say anything. You couldn’t because any sounds that were escaping your lips were cries for help.

“Alright?”

You finally nodded against her, she smiled softly as she rested your body on the cushions, accepting the basin from the maids.

“Leave now, have nobody walk into this room while I take care of her.”

The maids bowed and left immediately. Back at your side Rhaenyra proceeded to take your dress off. You sighed, relieved when the fabric left your skin. Naked you didn’t feel cold, your body was still burning, inside and outside, yet you still shaked, filled with incomprehension. You melted into Rhaenyra's lovely embrace when she pressed the cool cloth on your skin, washing the sweat and tears away. Her kind words cradled you, soothing your worries. Still you felt empty, as much as her touch was reassuring, it wasn’t the one you needed. You needed the burning presence of Daemon. Your fists clenched, not from sadness but pure anger. Why wasn’t he here?

Once washed, Rhaenyra dressed you up again, the fabric soft on your relaxed skin. You couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Your eyes were closed, the sun burning them each time they would open. You felt helplessly tired, head resting on the cushion as Rhaenyra was still at your side, whispering kind words and telling stories that had you smiling through the obvious pain. She took your hand in hers as you slowly fell asleep, mind still hazy from the heat. She didn’t leave your side until Daemon came back, a killer-stare toward him when he dared entering the room, very late into the night.

He bowed his head to her, his face as tired as yours peacefully asleep. She shook her head and he said nothing, he knew nothing needed to be said. Carefully she left your side, face still turned toward you to notice any reactions, but you didn’t move, your breath regular but loud again. She joined him by the door.

“You’re irresponsible.” The words were cold, cutting him raw.

Daemon was too tired for a sermon and too angry for reproaches.

“It was-”, he paused, eyes escaping his niece murdering stare. No words, no excuses would be enough.

“Give her your best excuses. You are a lucky man if she accepts them.” Rhaenyra turned a worrying eyes toward you, but you were still asleep, “Heat is a matter of three or four more days, you better make up for it.”, she continued.

Daemon nodded, lips parted open. Air escaped him but no noises. The two Targaryen exchanged once last lilac stare before Rhaenyra left. Daemon turned his pained eyes toward you. He looked at your beautiful body asleep, wanting to hold you close, lift you up and kiss you again and again. The entire day had been hell for him, but he handled heat before. He could never forgive himself for leaving, but yet even if he thought about it all day, he couldn’t find the right words.

His mere presence was enough to wake you up. Your body felt hot again, skin stinging against any fabric brushing your skin. You whined but muffled it with a hand, turning you back to the door. Your hands gripped the sheets, eyes closed and focusing on the darkness around you. You heard sounds of boots approaching, fabric on the floor, steel against the cold walls, and the mattress shifted. Shivers ran through your body, you waited, but nothing came. No noises, no words. Your head dug into the cushion, you hoped you could disappear in them. It pained you, your body telling otherwise, but you begged to be left alone, any more touch would disgust you.

Daemon observed you, the skin of your back, your head, your irregular breaths informing him that you were awake. He wished that if he touched you, you would turn back and throw yourself in his arms, that he would kiss you and whisper a gentle but sincere ‘sorry’ and everything would be fine. But he felt your anger, he felt everything inside you. Still his hand reached for you back, but the second his digits brushed your hot skin, you squirmed away.

“I’m so sorry, love.”, he murmured. You shook your head slightly, hands on your ears. You wanted to hear none of it.

“I should have been here.”, he continued, you felt him move closer, his broad body and heat engulfing you. You whined, pained cries leaving your lips. Your distress clearly showing, breaking his heart piece by piece. He moved away from you, head still turned toward you, scared you would run away at any moment.

“But you weren’t.”

You couldn’t tell how many days had passed, two or three. You didn’t count, your heat was still going on but you avoided anyone, locked in your room or in Rhaenyra’s as she continued to look after you. You felt like losing it. You had barely since Daemon. More than once he had tried to reach you, try and talk to you but you couldn’t. His excuses felt empty, his touches were hypocritical. Yet every time he wasn’t near you, you cried his absence. You didn’t know why you just didn’t throw yourself in his arms, maybe you wanted him to be hurt as much as he hurt you.

Hours passed and they felt like a living nightmare. You cried, stumbled upon your feet, begged for anyone who heard to take the pain away. Everytime you closed your eyes you saw yourself again, alone as Daemon crossed the door and never turned to look at you, as minutes and hours passed and he wasn’t back at your side. Sadness became anger and anger turned into insatiable wrath. You wanted to scream at him and hope he would shatter. Tears run down your face at all hours, hoping it would dry your body so hard you would simply die from it. Guilt and anger filled your body. You wanted Daemon at your side as much as you despised him, it tore you apart, bleeding you open. When will the pain end?

The last day of your heat, you stayed in your chambers. You hoped that maybe your anger and sadness would calm down soon. You felt dizzy all morning, Daemon had left early as he did the previous day. His scent was everywhere in the room and for once you allowed yourself to rest alongside it, focusing on your body and your breaths. You could have cried all day again, the pain you both endured the first day was nothing compared to what you were inflicting to one another. But you wanted Daemon to understand, you wanted him to look you in the eyes, promise he’ll never leave again. You wanted the words to flow so naturally out of him it would be carved in your heart forever. You didn’t know if it would be enough, but still you craved to hear it.

The door opened, nonchalant boots hitting the floor in irregular rhythm. Your peripheral sight let you observe Daemon, you sensed his anger and impatience as he turned to you, face flushed and sweat running down, probably from training.

“Time to talk.”

You stared at each other in silence. The hunger and anger were indivisible in you both.

“I have nothing to say, husband.”, the last word left your mouth like a reproach.

“This can’t keep going.”, he husked.

A laugh escaped your lips as you turned your body to him, sitting at the edge of the bed as he was standing there, a meter away from you.

“I wonder because of who.” Your eyes defied him, and as much as his ego stood tall in the room, towering you, you wouldn’t let go.

He approached, but this time you didn’t move. His steps were heavy, threatening as his scent. You shook, your body heating up, but still you wouldn’t let yourself be tamed this easily. You wouldn’t hold long against your alpha, he was made to have you yield. But you hoped he could read the thousand pleas in your eyes. His hand reached for your arm, gentle to your greatest surprise, but you escaped his grip, his fist clenching around nothing.

“I’m sorry”, his voice was so low, from sadness, shame, anger. He refused to let your first heat pass without showing you all its wonders. But no words seemed

“You don’t understand”, you simply spoke. His eyes widened, fingernails digging in his palms. What more can I say? he thought.

“I said I was sorry!”, Daemon yelled, belt unbuckled, he threw his sword away, it hit the floor with a loud noise that had you jumping.

“You didn’t mean it!”, you screamed, “A-and, even if you did-”. You violently clapped your hands on your ears, the shock echoing in your head as you cried loudly.

You heard him move closer, eyes part open, you observed him kneel down before you. His face

“You know I’m sincere.”, he whispered, he brushed your legs with his palm. You wanted to give up to his heat, to his touch, “I am sorry.”, he paused, letting you process every word, “I had no choice but to leave and I regret that I had to do so. I should have prepared you better and it’s my whole responsibility as your alpha”, his thumb brushed your overheated skin, you looked at him as your hand met the back of his, he smirked, “I should have protected you better.”

You tilted your head, it was more than you ever hoped for, the words enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“I’ll not beg you, I’ll not cry, I know what you want from me and I’ll give it to you if you let me.”

You broke when the last sentence left his mouth. You leaned in, arms around his shoulders to meet his broad figure. You rested in his arms as he held you close, hands gently brushing your back, your head lost in his neck as you cried, all the pain left in your body rolling down your cheeks. He met your embrace, a hand placed on your head, lowering to your neck. Tender words escaped his lips as your tears washed away your last sorrow.

Daemon stood up, carefully lifting you up by the knees, just like he did the first time. You still sensed it as your body met the mattress, the heat, the need; but now it felt so peaceful, so loving. Your breaths were irregular yet calm. Everything that needed to happen would eventually, and you knew this time you would let yourself be interrupted. You rested against the cushions as Daemon moved an arm under your head, holding you as your mouths finally met, one hand cupping your wet cheeks. Daemon traced the outline of your lips with the tip of his tongue, smiling into the kiss. You happily let him in, your tongues meeting, moaning against him. The taste was even better than the scent. Leaving your cheek, his hand moved to your chin, finger lowering to your neck where it rested a few seconds, squeezing it lightly. Your lips still hadn’t parted away, teeth clicking as you felt his hot palm brush your arm, digits playfully pulling at your dress. Those weren’t teasing touches, they were sincere and tender.

Once separated, you whined at the loss, breathing each other’s air, your lips brushing one another. Daemon moved his arm from under your head, resting above you as he steadied himself on his hand, his hips against yours, spreading your legs open. You watched him as he studied your body, you felt bare under his gaze, his eyes filled with newfound hunger. You observed him, the scars showing on his neck, his broad figure, his weight digging you in the mattress, the way his chest moved above you, his blonde locks falling over his face and shoulders. Not even the Gods could have sculpted such a beautiful creature.

“I love you.”

You spoke the word with confidence, you knew them to be true.

“I love you too.”

Your hands reached behind his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss as he met your enthusiasm.

“Let’s do it properly this time”, he murmured against your lips, noses brushing, “Right, love?”

***

“Show me”, you whispered against his lips, your hands shaking around him, your core wet, burning from the need of feeling whole, from the lust and desire to satiate your alpha.

Daemon smirked at the invitation, more than happy to oblige. It wasn’t really your first time. Pleasure wasn’t unknown to you both, especially him. He had gone down on you more than once, and so you had returned the favor. But with the heat, this all felt different. The need was eating you both alive. You wanted to helplessly rub against him, the friction of your bodies relieving any kind of hunger you had. Daemon’s hot palms on your ankles sent a shiver down your spine, he had moved further on the bed, legs spread open by his grasp. You looked down as he teasingly, slowly pulled your dress up, his digits brushing your skin painfully. You wanted his mouth to meet with your body with such fervor you were ready to grab his face and force him to, but all strength had left your body. You only laid there submissively, at the mercy of Daemon’s hands.

“Don’t you dare”, you laughed as he raised his eyes to meet yours, vile smirk on his lips.

“I can make it good but I can make it funny too.”, he mewled, body leaning in closer to your center dripping wet from the teasing through your small clothes. His hands met your thighs and you gasped loudly.

“F-focus on the good part!”

Daemon licked his lips as his fingers reached for your inner thighs. You felt like you were going to explode, you tried to work the best you could to undo your top but your digits were shaking in anticipation, unable to focus on the simple task. You felt his fingernails dig in the skin, scratching the clothes hiding your virtue. Lifting your legs up, moving his hips against yours, he laid closer, his weight above yours, pressing you on the mattress as he met your lips again. This time with renewed lust, sinful noises escaping you both, you whined when he rubbed his leathered erection between your legs. The clothes couldn’t hide how hard he was and you could already feel him whole. It only had your mouth watering at the thought of having it inside you, tearing you apart with all the strength you wished him to use.

Your hand reached between your bodies, palming his shaft as he met your touch, groaning into the kiss. His hands worked your top faster than you did, undoing it and pushing the fabric down, exposing your breast to the hot air, bouncing with your irregular breath and jumping at any of his touches. Daemon stood up again, hungrily pushing the clothes down to your waist, his thumb resting on your lower belly as he leaned in again, mouth feasting on the burning and sweaty skin of your chest. Your hands moved to grab a fistful of his hair, pushing him down further on your body.

“Patience…”, he cooed.

“I-I don’t have that”, you breathed, smiling through the heat, “R-right now.”

Daemon laughed at the comment, pressing kisses on your lower belly as you raised your legs the best you could, your dress slipping off your body alongside your small clothes, leaving you finally naked. You sighed in relief at the sensation, you had felt trapped inside the fabric all day. Being bare felt so good, you only wished to rip Daemon’s clothes apart so you could feel his sensitive skin against yours. But for now, the man was focused on something else. His hands moved to your thighs again, wetting his lips

“Have to get you ready.”, he rasped, “Don’t think that tight cunt can take a dragon cock yet.”

You breathed heavily at the comment, the sole idea of his imposing cock had your mouth water, your hips moving up, and shivers sent down your whole body.

“D-do it then.”, you whispered, finger inside your mouth, playing with the saliva on your tongue, a sinful view he could almost come for.

“As my lady commands”, he purred, biting the skin of your inner thigh as you cried his name, hips moving up hoping to meet his mouth.

“How should I do that…”, he murmured against your dripping folds, his low voice echoing against your sensitive skin. He raised his eyes to meet yours again, half closed as you hungrily sucked on your finger. You understood he awaited an answer as he didn’t move.

“With your m-mouth”, you begged, pausing a second, “And your f-fingers.”

He tilted his head, so, so close to your core you wanted to scream to him to eat you out already, the rough skin of his cheek meeting your inner thigh.

“P-please”, you whined, knowing he liked to hear you beg for it.

“Good girl”, he grunted.

You couldn’t quite tell if you cried, moaned or screamed when his lips finally met your cunt. Maybe a mix of all three, maybe none as you muffled yourself. You were too dizzy to tell, his licks hungry and harsh against your throbbing core. Two fingers parted your lips as his tongue lapped at your core, noises wet from your juices against his rough jaw. He moved his mouth up, flicking his tongue around your clit. You gasped at the sensation, lower belly burning from the inside as you let your hips meet the rhythm of his fingers and tongue. Kiss it harshly he let his mouth move down again, digits playing with your entrance as he let his tongue delve in first. You screamed this time, you were so close if he put a single finger inside you, you would come undone around it. Daemon could sense it as he moved backward, catching his breath and observing the messy masterpiece you were. One finger brushed your folds and you nearly passed out when Daemon pushed it in, slowly, painfully.

“M-more”, you whined, any words coming out of your mouth now almost against your will. You wanted every filthy thought to stay inside your mind but you couldn’t keep them locked in as they came out of you with no restrain, “Deeper!” You knew Daemon would love to hear them.

Your walls tightened around him, he moved slowly at first, meeting your hips in a joyful and obscene rhythm. When it got settled inside you, Daemon added another, you whined, throwing your head back against the pillows.

“I know you can take them”, he husked against your cunt, mouth resuming its assault on your oversensitive core, accompanying the harsh pace of his fingers.

His fingers scissored inside, hitting all these spots that had you seeing stars. The heat was unbearable, the ceiling was a beautiful night full of stars and you couldn’t tell what was real anymore, screaming your husband's name as waves of pleasure crashed onto you, stomach flipping when you came around his fingers and mouth. He rode you to your orgasm, almost to coma as his digits wouldn’t stop their aggressive dance inside you. You tried to catch your breath, moaning and crying at the same time.

“I love when you moan my name”, he kissed both your thighs, fingers sliding out of you, “Want to hear you scream it for me.”

Your breast bounced slightly as you finally caught your breath, nipples and skin sensitive as it burned under Daemon’s insatiable stare. His fingers met your mouth, tasting yourself on them as he lowered his head so his tongue could circle your nipples, playing with the soft skin of your breast.

“Bite m-me”, you mumbled, unsure why you asked, you simply wanted to be marked forever.

“If you insist”, he laughed, air hot against your body.

He lowered his head, teeth nibbling at the soft skin of your breast.

“Mark will be for later love”, he whispered, leaving your nipples, moving up again to rest his head against your neck. Your scent was so strong here he almost lost any restrain he thought he didn’t have anymore, “Can’t believe I’m finally going to sink into this sweet cunt, pound it until you come crawling to my feet, begging for it each minutes of your next heat, belly swelling with-”

“O-oh my god shut up and fuck me already!”

Daemon raised his head, face mixed with laughter and confusion. Your impatience certainly aroused and amused him.

“Oh well…”, he commented, lips curling in a teasing smile, “I was just planning what I would do to you…”

“G-get inside!”, you whined, legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the leather grazing your wet and sensitive core.

“Oh because my Lady knows how it’s… done now?”, he laughed, “Where did your innocence go.”, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips as he undid his top in haste, throwing the fabric somewhere on the floor.

“Took your cock enough in my mouth to know it’s supposed to go in holes.”

Daemon's mouth parted open and closed immediately. Instead a silent laugh was stuck in his throat, definitely amused by your filthy words.

“So my sweet girl knows what it does to take her Alpha’s cock during heat, hm?”, he teased, towering you, his dark eyes scanning your body, already imagining himself buried so deep inside your cunt would take the form of his cock, and his only.

Your eyes wandered in the room as you heard him undoing his pants, sliding out of them with ease. You knew… some things. You had heard things, from how big and pleasurable an Alpha’s cock was supposed to be, from how you were made to take it as an Omega.

“If my baby girl doesn’t know, I might just show her.”

You observed him, finally naked under your hungry gaze, his length in hand, fierce and angry. His fingers at the base, slowly stroking it. Instinctively you parted your legs open, you had left his waist so he could undress, but now you were more than ready for him, naturally wet enough so he could get seated in easily. A hand came to rest on your elevated knee while the other left his erection to push your other knee down on the bed, giving him a perfect sight and angle.

“Ready when you are”, he grunted, head of his cock lustfully brushing your dripping folds.

You nodded frantically, gasping at the friction. You were burning, melting, your body had just been tossed in a fire pit at the sight of his shaft and the only thing you had in mind was to take it like you were told to be. Your mouth watered, you wanted more, more and more. You wanted him, all of him.

“I want you inside me”, you finally spoke.

“Don’t worry”, he grunted against your ear as you felt the head pressing in, “I’ll take all of you.”

Your lips parted away perfectly for him. Like you were told, you were meant for your Alpha’s cock. And he did not lie, he was here, and so he did take all of you. Breath left your lungs as he pushed in, you felt every inch, it was never ending. When his hips met yours, his balls gently brushing your skin, you let out a loud gasp. For a few seconds you both didn’t move, savoring the very moment you had awaited for so long. So this was the feeling you craved for so much time, the one he told you so much about. All the nights whispered the filthiest things in your ears for you to finally have him buried so deep, for him to be so huge inside you wondered how he even got in at first.

“Fuck”, he groaned, “Tight, fucking tight just like I told you you would be, right love?”

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded, whining against his scars as you pressed your leg on his waist. When he moved backward slightly, you felt every veins, his size stretching you open again. He groaned and you whined, crying for your Alpha. He buried his hand in your scent, moving his cock in and out in a steady and controlled pace at first, delighted. It wasn’t painful, it felt just right. His rhythm grew erratic and harsh as his hips pounded against yours, his shaft hitting deeper and deeper at each motions.

Your lips met his in a wet kiss, saliva mixed with sweat. His hands found yours, fingers intertwined against the bed as he fucked your rough but lovingly, noises of skin against skin echoing in the room, filling your ears until you could only hear it and nothing else.

“I love you”.

The words felt right too, between a slow motion backward and a harsh push following, both your fingernails digging in each other’s hands. You fucked both your hips against one another at a hungry, unstoppable pace. You felt him grow larger and larger inside, cock pulsing, throbbing against your tight walls, clenching around his length.

“I’ll n-never”, he panted, breathing heavily with each thrust, getting closer to climax and feeling his knot grow bigger inside, “Ever leave you.”

You whined, cried his name, his status, any words that fitted his ego. He felt delicious inside, you felt delirious outside. Your skin burned against his, stinging at every place, your core dripping around his shaft, welcoming him again and again each time he pounded in. Your second orgasm approached fast as he worked you to it relentlessly. Shivers coursed through your entire body as it threatened to give up under his weight.

“D-daemon!”, you yelled, legs crossed around his waist, pressing him harder against you, hoping he would still hit deeper with each time he slammed in. You cried out as you reached your climax, body melting under his touch like his hands were everywhere on you at once. Your legs shook around him, his pace growing irregular.

His breaths were erratic, words leaving his mouths, sounds that made no sense to you as your eyes closed, feeding yourself off his groans and his cock growing so much you thought it could never leave your aching cunt. He pushed a few more times, hitting these sweet spots inside, knot buried so deep to places you both thought weren’t attainable. Head buried in your neck, his teeth met your soft skin as he dug in, marking you until it drew blood. You whined at the sensation, overwhelming your already sensitive body. Daemon groaned, mouth leaving your neck, vision fading to black when with one last thrust he spilled deep in you, your walls clenching around him, hot seed settled inside as you milked every last drop from him.

The atmosphere was heavy, loud breaths cradling you both as you stayed here, melted against one another, embraced forever.

“Oh”, you whispered, your breath taken away, “I-It feels…”

He laughed, kissing your cheeks gently, resting inside you, keeping the seed buried deep down, his knot still pulsing.

“Huge.”, you finished. You feared that any motions would tear you apart as you welcomed him in your arms.

“You’ll have to be a bit patient, sweet girl”, he cooed against your temple, “Keep your husband warm, would you?”

You nodded, lips meeting his in a tired but loving kiss. You rested a few minutes there, until you felt him move slightly, his cock not as huge as before.

“Daemon?”, you seeked out happily, his eyes closed as he breathed peacefully.

“I am going to be carrying your children?”, you tilted your head innocently, meeting his lilac eyes.

“Oh Gods”, he whispered, fake worry on his face, “I fear you might.”

You laughed as you pushed his shoulders away, his face brushing your own, a teasing kiss on your flushed cheeks. You breathed each other’s air for a few minutes, until he safely moved out of you. You whined at the loss, but still happily hummed as he planted a kiss on your temple.

“You did great”, he reassured, hand meeting your head, brushing it gently.

“I think you did too.”

He smirked, straightening up on the bed.

“Think?”, he frowned his eyebrow, “I did amazing.”, he pouted.

You laughed loudly, arms raised toward him as an invitation. He smiled as he pushed the sheets resting under you, covering your overwhelmed body with the soft fabric as he laid next to you again. Daemon opened his arms, you came to rest on his chest, his breaths rocking you to sleep, his lips meeting your forehead, an arm around your shoulders to shield you from the outside cold of the room.

“Let’s do that again, no interruption. Never again”, he whispered against your skin as you let yourself be taken by exhaustion into a delightful and dreamful night into your loving husband’s arms.

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