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Wriothesley nsfw alphabet

tw: female reader, established relationship (you two are married), office sex, tiiny mention of consensual somnophilia

word count: 3.9k+ words

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

For a couple of minutes Wriothesley will stay by your side, catching his breath. His palm will always rest on some part of your body, feeling the pleasant heat of your skin under the fingertips. Then, after sharing a little kiss, he’ll promptly leave but won’t be gone for long - with a warm wet towel the man will clean your body and then his (or let you do it if you’d like to). With some briefs on or remaining nude, he’ll bring you something to drink and snack on and as you are leaning into his frame to do just that, he’ll sip some calming tea from his own mug. You share a moment of blissful silence or quietly discussing the most mundane things, like how your days were, and it’s so perfectly domestic, that Wriothesley can’t help but fall in love with you a little bit more.

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

Wriothesley is not an oblivious person. He is highly aware that once fear from meeting his personа evaporates, many start ogling his body, practically lusting for him. And while he doesn’t feel particularly flattered, he feels pride - after all, he’s managed to build such a physique through the years of heavy labor and exhausting fights. If he has to choose though, then he’ll pick his chiseled jawline, because that’s where you love to leave the majority of your kisses.

When it comes to you, his lovely wife, he’d pick your chest without hesitation. He quickly grew to appreciate burying his face between your soft mounds as you run your fingers through his hair, letting him rest for a moment. He loves how his big hands cupping them look like. He doesn’t fail to moan louder at the feeling of your swollen nipples resting on his tongue. He adores when your breasts move as he is drilling into your pussy. And he cums almost instantly when you give his hard cock a tit job.

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

Cums a lot, emptying his heavy balls with a wild shiver running down his back. Wriothesley likes being a little messy while at home, not shying from smearing the last drops of his cum over your lips or tits, or pussy. If you are in his office, however, he always has condoms stuffed in one of his drawers just to deal with less mess afterwards. If you let him cum inside though, he wouldn’t mind one bit too.

What he loves more though, is how you always tell him that there is surely some more left in his sack and that maybe you should go for another round to release it. There is something thrilling in how you want to milk his aching member dry.

What he loves even more, is when you cum, or better squirt, on his tongue, letting him lick and slurp your liquids to his heart’s content (or till your next orgasm).

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

This man has quite a number of piercings, both visible and invisible to the eye of a bystander. And every time Wrio sees your bare breasts, he can’t help but wonder if you’d get your nipples pierced to match his. They’d get even prettier and so sensitive, and the metal would roll so wonderfully on his tongue as he’d be playing with them… But he also knows that this thing is not for everyone and that there are people who can’t handle pain as well as he does, so… For now it’s just a fantasy of his.

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

There is experience, but for the longest time Wriothesley considered sex as nothing more but meeting his body’s needs, which doesn’t grant one with the pleasure of intimate connection. Besides, what love can you find in a prison? And why would you even seek one in the conditions the previous warden enforced?

He was so happy that he was wrong. When, after months of dating, you allowed him to take you for the first time, he felt excitement. He wanted to show you all the ways he could make you feel good, and when you oh so sweetly expressed your desire to return the favor, he practically melted. That night changed everything for him.

He still fondly relishes in the memory of your first time, even now, years later, with more experience under his belt, and yet still learning new stuff together with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Please ride him with your chest in his face or at least hands. He’d beg on his knees if he has to. There is nothing more melodious to his ears than your skin slapping against his and slick making squelching noises as you lift and drop back onto his cock, while also releasing the sweetest moans, and nothing better than feeling the softest curves of your body by his fingers and mouth.

Bending over the table is one of his favorites too, because that’s exactly what happens half of the times when he’s horny and you just happen to visit him in his office. Also has an excuse to put his palms under your breasts because his desk “is too cold”.

However, he can be selfish sometimes and keep you between his spread legs while your throat is occupied with his leaking member. Wriothesley can’t deny that when you are cockwarming him this way on slower sessions, he is on cloud nine.

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

Your husband is serious, but also so random. While in the process, his mouth runs faster than his thoughts, so he might blurt something stupid out and you’d both share a giggle about it. However usually he’s too focused on your body and making sure you feel good to joke around

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

Now Wriothesley is what people may call a “manly man”. He tries to shave his face regularly, yet the stubble is very quick to reappear. His eyebrows are dark and thick, he has chest hair, as well as on his arms and legs.

So, of course he has a delicious, thick, dark, happy trail starting right under his belly button and traveling down to the base of his cock. He grooms it regularly, but never shaves it off completely, because, even though you don’t voice it, he never misses the way that black and gray line disappearing under the waist of his pants always catches your attention. Or how you couldn’t be more obvious while absent-mindedly combing your fingers through the hairs as your palm rests on his stomach during something as sweet as cuddling, or as dirty as sucking his cock.

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

In a long-term relationship - let alone married to you, - this man is a huge teddy bear and seeks for your smile. So, romantic dinners, or seagazing, or baths with flower petals are a common part of your love-making routine. Even if sex happens randomly - in his office, or on the kitchen table in the morning, - he still doesn’t forget to praise you, hold your body close to his, and murmur an occasional “I love you”, while your fingers are intertwined and the rings are catching the light beautifully.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He grew addicted to you, and with that addiction his attraction and sex drive increased. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about his need to masturbate to relieve some tension when you are not here or do not feel like having sex (he’ll never pressure you). However, Wriothesley finds it endearing, when pleasuring himself is integrated into the love-making process. To see you sitting on the opposite end of the bed, bare, with your fingers thrusting in and out of your squelching pussy, makes his fist tighten around his own wet with pre-cum length and speed up the motion of his wrist.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scratching. It was by pure accident when he discovered this kink. That night he was giving his all to leave the bed broken by the end of it, fucking into you so hard and animalistically, that you needed something to keep you grounded. Grabbing at the sheets was not enough anymore, so you wrapped your arms around his wide back. With every thrust of his strong hips your nails dug deeper and deeper into his skin, until they raked down in response to a blinding orgasm your lover put you through. Once you both got back to your senses and assessed the damage, you felt like shit for hurting him, but, to your surprise, Wriothesley asked you to do it again next time. And you did, making him cum copiously.

Temperature play. He is blessed with a Vision and is a tease who loves experimenting, so… Enjoys making his palms cold just to make you shiver, especially if you are blindfolded and unaware of where his fingers will end up next. Adores circling around your erected nipples and running the tips of his digits down your stomach or back and then suddenly tap against your needy clit. Makes you mewl every time.

Morning sex with elements of consensual somnophilia. Wriothesley is not particularly a morning person and after you spoiled him by simply being in his life and sleeping with him in one bed, he awakes very slowly and groggily. However, when you wake him up with a nice blowjob or slow rocking on top of his hips, while his morning wood is nicely warmed up between your walls, the man is guaranteed an amazing mood for the rest of his day. He loves returning the favor too - he is not going to spoil his appetite for breakfast if he eats your pussy out first.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any place that’s hidden from prying eyes and does not make you uncomfortable. This man can adapt pretty quickly to any situation, and even if it’s just an empty room with no furniture to rest your body on, there is nothing stopping him from hoisting you up and making his arms and gravity do their job.

Though he can’t deny that the bed in your bedroom is the perfect option, since it’s the best and biggest space to maneuver your bodies comfortably and then rest between the rounds. And, subconsciously, he knows it’s the one place where he won’t protest should you tell him to take a break and not rush back to finish some of his work.

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

The morning sight of you in nothing but his shirt makes his cock stir. The soft bourbon material covers enough of your body, but a couple of buttons undone show him your pretty collarbones, painted with his love bites, and when you turn your back to him and reach for something on a shell, he has an appetizing view of of your backside, which he never fails to squeeze, while planting a kiss to your temple. But also, it's the domesticity of you comfortably wearing his clothes that riles him up.

Also he loves your commanding tone, especially when you chide him for overworking and urge him to take a break and get away from his desk. Usually you don't move too far, ending up on the couch in his office either with his mouth on your breasts or his cock balls deep in that tight cunt of yours. Or both.

On a softer side of him, his heart beats faster whenever you call him by words of endearment. His name isn’t truly his, and he doesn’t feel any connection with it, that’s why when you call him something else, especially yours, he wants to cup both your cheeks and kiss you till you both run out of breath.

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

Won’t use his work handcuffs on you. They are for catching criminals and are too heavy and harsh for your beautiful wrists, so if you want restrictions - he obtains ones specifically for sex.

Will never share you with anyone. While he is open to experiments, he does not want to include other people, because your relationship is sacred to him and the man’ll rather die than have his trust in you fluctuate.

No mommy/daddy kink. He…just doesn’t want to bring any parent-related stuff into your sex life.

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

Wriothesley is a fan of both, yet leaning more into the ‘giving’ area. Your flushed cheeks, glazed over eyes, trembling bitten lips, heavily rising and falling chest, shaking thighs and fingers in his hair… Please, give him more of your reactions while his tongue laps your pussy. Equally loves you being under him and sitting on his face - a meal is a meal.

When it comes to you giving him a blowjob, the Duke feels like the most important person in Teyvat with the way you look up at him with those pretty eyes as his tip rests onto your tongue and then slides down your throat. If you let him fuck your tits while at it - he’ll become completely putty in your hands.

Enjoys 69, and doesn’t avoid it even if there is no way to lie down. You know first hand just how strong this man is and how easily he handles your body.

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

Usually he is not rough with you - unless he really is pent up or you ask him to. Though he does prefer faster pace, going for deeper penetration, because it creates the sexiest variation of sounds, reactions and actions. Plus, sometimes you have too little time to finish and he will be damned to let you leave unsatisfied.

On slower nights or in the mornings, his thrusts are not as wild and more sensual, dragging his cock in and out slowly, letting you thoroughly enjoy the rub of his thick veins against your walls. It also gives him more opportunities to stimulate your other erogenous zones with hands and mouth, providing you with the most mind-blowing orgasms. Besides, such pace tires both of you less, so there is a greater possibility to have more rounds than one, and there is nothing more fantastic, especially after long weeks of work, than having you so intimately close to him for longer.

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

An integral part of your intimate life. His office is like a second bedroom in the sense of how often you have sex there. You may come just to deliver something to Sigewinne from the city and simply stop by your lover’s office to check up on him, yet still end up on the couch with his face buried between your thighs. With only 5 minutes at your disposal before he has to make the rounds of the Fortress.

Honestly, the melusine nurse (who is obviously aware of what her work guardian and his wife do, she is not dumb) can’t figure out if you two are just this horny, or you have coitus so often pursuing a different goal…

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

Admittedly, Wriothesley’s daily routine can get quite boring, so he is always up to something exciting in your relationship. He’ll do his research together with you on the topic that caught either of your attention, might seek advice from his friends if he knows they practice it. All for your safety.

He’ll be open with his opinion once you try something and he’ll heed yours too, of course. Is up to a compromise as well.

Lately, he’s had a talk with Neuvillette, and after some personal discussions, the Iudex admitted that, obviously, the nature of his and his wife’s bedroom activities sometimes is more… primal, given their backgrounds. And while the Duke can’t fully experience it, since he is only human, he can suggest you a roleplay of a kind… The thought hasn’t been leaving his head ever since.

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

Wriothesley is sturdy and can last quite awhile, so in case of durability he relies on how long you can endure. Doesn’t mind exploiting his hand to finish once you are too spent to go any longer, or, if you don’t mind, using his strong arms to push your thighs or breasts together, trapping his dick for friction.

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

A fan of restrictions on himself. Entrusting you the power over his body is exciting, and he is always eager to know how you’ll handle him this time. Besides, it’s giving him an opportunity to relax, so he doesn’t complain one bit when you demand to be the one taking care of him tonight and not the other way around.

He has a love/hate relationship with your dildos. On one hand he feels jealous when he sees and hears how this silicone length fills you up and gets to be covered in your slick. On another hand however, you look so hot, lifting and dropping down onto it, or attaching it to the wall and moving your hips back and forth, or sucking on it as he pounds into you with his own cock… Yeah, he can’t make up his mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is like a second nature to him. It comes easier with words, but actions make you crave and languish just the same.

“What is it, princess? My mouth is not enough? But you came two times already and I only fucked you with my tongue… Oh, it’s empty inside? You poor thing… Do you want a finger? Sure, you can have one.”

And then take his time adding the second and the third, making himself comfortable in such a position, which gives you a perfect view of his other hand stroking the cock you want so desperately.

Or being a meanie and paying you back for riling him up at work when he couldn’t take a break a week ago by walking around the house completely naked, semi hard and leaning onto the kitchen counter so fucking sexily with a mug of his morning tea, while you are running like crazy around the apartment, trying to get ready for work and not stare at his invitingly appetizing body. You can survive a day with soaked panties, sweety, he had to with his messy briefs after all.

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

Has the sexiest deep moans, that get even more cunt-wetting if hoarsely released in the morning. Plus, he grunts and pants, doing it right against your ear on purpose, because Wrio knows how tightly you clench when he does so. Occasionally there is a throaty chuckle when something you say or do amuses him.

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

Puffs of hot air caress your chest, your lover’s forehead is pressed to your collarbones, gray hairs wet and stuck to the skin. Your hands, suddenly weak and heavy, drop limply to the sides of your body, finally leaving the broad back of the man above you. Next to give out are your legs, yet Wriothesley instinctively reaches to hold onto your knees to unwrap you from around his hips and gently lowering two tired limbs onto the mattress.

A minute passes in silence, which is disturbed by your mutual attempts to catch your breath only. Satisfaction tingles in every cell of your being and a pleasant warmth spreads in your chest, right where the heart is, where his face is planted. Your lover grunts a second later, rubbing his nose against the skin of your cleavage and you smile, forcing your head to lift and kissing the top of his head. Suddenly eyes of bluish steel are gazing at you, and you don’t have time to react when his lips capture yours in a tender kiss. However, the way his body moved forward is hard to miss, when his softened, yet still impressive girth drags against your walls.

Your husband is all too happy to swallow that strained moan, sliding his tongue between your parted lips, lapping at your own squirmy muscle. Archons, he makes you melt.

“How is my princess feeling?” His voice’s murmur caresses your ears and touches the strings of your heart. The lovesick look that appears on your face should be an answer enough for him.

“So-so good, baby… I’ve enjoyed every second of it. Have you?”

“Do you really think I can ever say ‘no’ to such a question?” He chuckles softly when you pout, and in this moment you couldn’t be lovelier.

“Meanie,” you stick your tongue at him and Wriothesley chuckles again, straightening up, sitting back on his heels. Fingers flex on your waist, keeping your pelvises connected as he is gazing down at you, thinking over the next step.

“Who, me? Oh, my dear, I haven’t even started being mean…”

Suddenly your body is tugged forward and with a gasp and a soft moan your chest is flush to his, arms instinctively return to wrap around his shoulders and your ass is firmly planted into his wide palms. All of that with his dick still inside you.

“Now, I have,” his smirk is sexy and is enough to distract you from how he maneuvers you off of the bed and plants his feet onto the ground. Only when he takes an experimental step you realize you are fucked (soon literally).

“W-wrio, s-slow down! If you walk like this, we’ll get horny again!”

“Mmm, didn’t know that’s a bad thing,” he takes a couple more across the room and you have to cling to him and force the needy whimper down your throat.

“The s-semen will le- oh! -ak and get all over the floor again!”

“Nuh, I am plugging your pussy up real good. And even if a couple of drops fall, I don’t mind a little mess.”

“You, dirty man-!”

“You married this dirty man,” he nods at the ring wrapped around the ring finger of the hand on his shoulder. “So, sorry, you are stuck with him.”

And as much as you want to hit him in the chest, you have no way to retort. The best thing you could think of and do is shutting him up with a kiss and letting him carry you to the bathroom as quick as possible.

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

His dick is not very long, around 6.5 inches, however it’s thick. Hangs heavily just like his sack and has numerous prominent veins running along the entire length.

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

It’s HIGH. He is touch starved (and once you started enabling his desire it only got worse), for the huge part of his day - WEEK - he is barricaded underwater in his Fortress, longing for you, yet understanding you have your own job and daily routine. No wonder every encounter you have is full of even the smallest forms of affection and your love-making is filled with passion.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It is not uncommon for him to come back to finishing some of his work. Not to leave you alone, he’ll bring the papers to bed, happily welcoming your arms wrapping around his thigh as you settle close to his sitting figure.

More often, however, he is quite easily convinced to lie down to cuddle and will fall asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run your fingers through his messy gray locks, massaging his scalp and kissing his forehead.

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laurfilijames · 3 months

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Breathe

Part 5

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader

Words: 6k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+ only. Oral sex (F receiving). Masturbation (M). Cum play. Fingering. Swearing. Truck sex. Detailed nightmare involving choking and death. Vomiting.

Summary: More days of bliss continue for you and Will, including a proper date where lustful feelings are balanced with hesitations, and another nightmare brings things crashing down.

A/N: Well, I managed to write another chapter before it was a year since it had been updated 😅 Thank you to everyone who continues to show interest in this story and for voting for it to be the fic to be updated next 💗 Extending an even bigger thank you to the wonderful @spaghettificationandpretzels who gifted me these absolutely stunning headers to use!!

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The slow, lazy drawl of his words were like liquid gold; warm, welcoming and melting over you, the appellation ‘sweetheart’ he'd given you something you were quickly growing accustomed to and hoped you would wake up hearing every morning.

But his greeting was nothing compared to the way he made you feel as he met his mouth against your spread cunt, his smooth, searing tongue licking a broad stroke through your folds that held remnants of him from the night before.

Your mouth opened to say something in return, but all that came out was a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a drawn out moan, your arm extending to grip at Will’s hair where your fingers held onto it tightly, your hips lifting up to push against his face.

You felt him hum against your flesh, his approval of your blatant need for more reverberating through you, his hunger evident as he eagerly ate at you.

Continuing to writhe to the generous movements of his tongue, you opened your eyes and looked up at the ceiling, digging your head back into the pillow as you succumbed to every assault on your sensitive sex, the white plaster now blurred through your eyes.

Will wrapped his arms around both your thighs, pulling them down to the mattress to spread you further apart, securing his hold on you despite you moving wildly from pleasure. He latched onto your clit, sucking and flicking at it until your breathy moans grew into cries, feeling your body lurch and lift off the bed in an attempt to resist his grasp to keep you in place.

His ferocity only increased, the taste of your slick coating his tongue and soaking his beard encouraging him, feeling starved for something he never knew would be possible of craving this much, everything about you addicting him like nothing in his life had ever before.

The sheets pulled under your body as your hands left his head and fell to them, clawing at them desperately and bunching them up until your nails felt sore, your whole body tensing and trying to escape this barrage only to have such intense ecstasy take hold of you almost as if it was against your will.

There was no way for you to attempt to keep quiet, not caring a single bit if Benny happened to be home and heard what surely sounded like Will was killing you, your body and mind unable to restrain the pleasure the older Miller provided even if you wanted to.

And then the Captain kept going.

You bucked against his face as he landed one knee on the bed, the dip of it registering his weight and power in your fucked-out brain, the thrill of knowing this man could do whatever he wanted to you without a struggle both scaring and exciting you.

Will buried his face in you even more, pushing his talented mouth and tongue deeper in your soppy cunt, his shoulders pressing hard on the backs of your thighs while his arms continued to lock around your hips, keeping you from backing away from him.

Low, satisfied moans sounded from him the more he devoured you, adding to the delirium of lust that was taking over every part of you, knowing he was enjoying this just as much as you were igniting the fire that quickly erupted into a second orgasm.

He growled into you as you wildly rode his face, his fingers digging into your flesh to force you to ride out every second of it as intensely as possible, his tongue keeping the same consistent pace and pattern that brought you to your high in the first place.

Your back arched off the bed, your hands reaching for any part of him you could make purchase on, grabbing his shoulders and arms and finally landing on his head, your nails raking over his scalp as you applied pressure that kept him in place.

Will didn't stop until he felt your body relax around him, your tensed muscles and limbs falling slack around him, his fervid actions slowed to gentler kisses and softer licks while his hands rubbed you soothingly.

“Oh my god,” you said through a small laugh, one of your hands resting on your forehead as you took in how impossibly good that was, the other giving his firm bicep a squeeze.

Will chuckled as he sat upright, looking down at you hungrily while he pushed your knees flat against the bed to keep you spread out for him.

His face and beard glistened with your slick, and his cock was leaking excessively from the tip, the sight of him throbbing and full of so much want for you making your heart swell and hammer in your chest.

Your mouth watered as you watched him take hold of himself, rubbing his thumb over the smooth dome before running his hand down the length, his eyes falling closed at the relief he felt at finally addressing the ache between his legs.

Will began pumping his dick slowly, only to increase the pace after a minute, his eyes opening to look at you with a crooked, lustful smirk.

“You're so fucking hot, sweetheart,” he complimented, his gaze trailing from your tits that you languidly touched down to where your pussy was laid out and open for him to do whatever he wanted with.

You smiled, your breathing becoming more laboured as you got worked up watching him jerk himself off, his chest rising and falling sharply in time with yours.

“You want that load on you?” he panted, his voice gruff in his question.

“Yes,” you confirmed with an eager nod, your arousal billowing through you again.

“Where do you want it?”

You pinched at your nipple, moaning as you wiggled on the sheets before him, your body his to use however he pleased.

“Anywhere.”

The muscles in Will’s cheeks flinched as he clenched his teeth tightly together, his arm that pumped away at his cock flexing admirably, and his eyes fell to your hole that oozed with your creamy slick, his target chosen with a darkness clouding his blue irises.

He angled his hips slightly closer to you, aiming his shot at you right as the first of his cum spurt out and landed on your clit, then on your inner thigh, the rest of it exploding onto your folds.

Will wasted no time in swiping up his hot spend with two of his fingers and driving it inside you, making you cry out and jolt to his aggressive touch.

You quivered and shook, unable to control any sounds or movements made, your eyes squeezed shut as he finger fucked you hard.

“That's it, baby,” he encouraged roughly. “You're still gonna end up full of my cum, you little slut.”

You could hear the amusement in his tone, and you opened your eyes to see him focused on his task, continuing to drive all of his load inside you each time we pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in again, the slipperiness of it on your overstimulated cunt throwing you over the edge.

The euphoria was blinding and more intense than the two he gave you before it, feeling a rush of wet release from you as you rocked on his hand, his grunts and moans barely registering in your ringing ears.

“Fuck, Will!” you cried, breathless and heaving as you came down hard from your high, feeling the soaked sheets under you and seeing the tattoo on his forearm shining, the ink darkened and saturated.

He climbed through your mess as he lowered himself overtop of you, covering your sated, numb form with his, his weight welcoming after having such an otherworldly experience. Cradling your heated cheek in his hand, he captured your lips with his, transferring your tangy taste onto your tongue from his mouth and beard, both of you moaning slowly as you deepened your kiss and savoured each breathless second.

It had been nearly another full day before you returned home, Will driving you back to your car where it had been abandoned in the gym parking lot after he had whisked you away to his house, neither of you wishing for the fantasy of staying in his bed to end and being forced to face reality.

As if it hadn’t been impossible already, you found it even more so to distract your thoughts from him, catching yourself daydreaming or smiling to yourself in the midst of any task, knowing you were falling in love far quicker than you could have ever imagined.

It took everything in you not to call or text him first, urging yourself to play it cool and not come on too strong despite everything you had done together being the opposite of that, the worry of spooking Will or letting your hearts take off before your feet had a chance to catch up something you didn’t want to happen.

But it was like he was reading your mind, your phone buzzing on the table behind you as you worked to prep your dinner, quickly dropping your knife and wiping your hands on the tea towel as you watched his name light up your screen with a text.

I can’t stop thinking about you. Dinner tomorrow?

You grinned and pulled your lip between your teeth to try to stifle it, the consideration of waiting a couple of minutes to reply crossing your mind even as your fingers furiously typed out your reply.

I would love that.

Will breathed a sigh of relief as he read your text, happy that you responded right away and that you were wanting to see him again so soon, his mind constantly racing with worry that what you had experienced together had vanished as soon as you had left his house or that he had taken it for more than what it was.

“You need to chill, dude,” Benny muttered from the other side of the kitchen, making Will scowl before putting his phone down and rubbing his hands through his hair.

“If you wanna see her, see her. It’s not that hard.”

Will scoffed a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter.

“That easy, huh?”

Benny smiled and nodded, shrugging his shoulders at the same time he gave Will a look that hinted he was thinking his brother was being ridiculous. “Yeah.”

Will puffed out his cheeks as he sighed again and shifted his weight on his feet.

“I asked her for dinner and she said yes, but I don’t know where to take her.”

“Literally anywhere, man.”

Will ignored his brother’s helpful suggestion, continuing to think out loud.

“The problem is I want to go somewhere nice, you know, but I can’t exactly afford that right now. Fuck, I can hardly afford to get us Big Macs from McDonald’s and that doesn’t exactly scream romance, does it?”

“Jesus Christ, you overthink this shit so much,” Benny accused, stopping from putting away the dishes he just washed to turn and face his brother in hopes of getting his point across and easing Will’s mind. “Judging from what I’ve seen, and heard, so far, just being with you would make her happy.”

Will nodded and glanced down at his feet, wanting to trust what Benny was saying but still having doubts given the history of his love life.

“I don’t want to mess it up, man.”

“I know, and you won’t, but if you keep being all fucking on-edge about it and not just going with it then things won’t happen how they should.”

Will looked up and squinted at his brother, that same nervous feeling he kept having bubbling up inside him again.

“You don’t think we’re moving too fast?”

Benny shrugged again. “Fuck, man, I don’t know. You didn’t ask her to marry you or anything while you were balls deep did you? If it feels right, then it’s right. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Will laughed and shook his head, finding it hard to believe he was putting the fate of his relationship in Benny’s hands and taking his advice.

“Do you think a picnic on the beach is fucking lame?”

“Nah, chicks eat that up. Do that. She’ll love it,” Benny assured him, clapping his hand on Will’s shoulder as he passed by him to walk out of the kitchen.

“Just be careful when you’re fucking in the sand,” he added, winking over his shoulder and laughing.

Will made sure he covered every detail, wanting everything to be perfect despite Benny reassuring him it would be.

Doing a mental checklist as he packed everything up for your date, he placed everything from cutlery, to napkins, glasses and a wine opener into a cooler and bag, double-checking everything was there and he wasn’t forgetting something.

He glanced at his watch as he closed the cooler, seeing he had eight minutes before he said he would be picking you up, knowing the drive to your house was only six and a bit and that he’d rather be early than late, but didn’t want to make you feel rushed.

Deciding it was better to go now before he could second-guess anything else, he grabbed everything and headed out the door to his truck, telling himself he would drive the exact speed limit in order to show up right on time, shouting a quick goodbye to Benny who was in the garage doing pushups and responded with a grunting ‘good luck’.

The nervousness and excitement he felt were equal, trading off with each other what felt like every ten seconds as he drove, the stress he had put on himself to make this date perfect exchanging with how eager he was to see your beautiful smile and hear your sweet voice.

A small bout of panic shocked through his veins when he pulled up to your house, seeing you sitting on your front porch waiting for him, making him steal a glance at both the clock on his dashboard and at his watch to ensure he wasn’t late, only to realize he was still two minutes early and you were clearly just as excited for this as he was.

The smile you gave him as you stood and grabbed a small bag from beside you immediately put him at ease, shifting his truck into park before promptly getting out even though you were already a few steps away.

“Hey,” he greeted, leaning in for the hug you initiated, releasing the breath he had sucked in as soon as your arm wrapped around his neck and gave him a firm squeeze.

“Hi,” you whispered against his shoulder, the tone of your voice telling of your relief to be in his arms again.

“Ready?” Will asked, extending his hand to take the bag you held in yours, matching your smile as you nodded and made your way to the passenger side.

Will followed, admiring how gorgeous you looked in your pretty, floral dress, opening the door for you to hop up into the seat.

He placed your bag beside the cooler in the back and then got in, beaming at you as he put on his seatbelt.

“I know you told me not to bring anything, but I had to,” you explained, justifying your reason for not following his request. “I remember you mentioning those cookies you love from that bakery down on Main, and-”

“Seriously?” he blurted, his joy due to your thoughtfulness and from his excitement over the cookies he swore were the best on the planet.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, smiling at his reaction.

“Thank you,” Will spoke quietly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart swell.

You reached over the console and placed your hand on his, giving it a squeeze as he rubbed his thumb over the top of yours, his features soft and his eyes full of something more than just gratitude at your gesture.

Hours ticked by without notice as you laid comfortably on a large blanket on the sand, the warmth held in it from the sun radiating through to your bodies, watching the sky change into bolder hues of orange and pink as night began to settle in.

“This is amazing, Will,” you thanked, feeling so spoiled to have been treated to the most wonderful date you could’ve ever dreamed of.

“I wanted to take you on a proper date,” he began, lacing your fingers together where he fidgeted his against yours as he spoke. “We haven't exactly done things right.”

You looked at him surprised, tilting your head. “No? That’s not what I think.”

Will set his lips in a straight line and let you continue.

“What constitutes something as being right?”

“I don’t even know,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I was in the same relationship for so long and it was so wrong…” He paused, taking a big breath in and then sighing it out. “I just want this to turn out right.”

“I think as long as we’re having fun and feeling good about it, there’s nothing that could be wrong.”

Will nodded his head in agreement, smoothing his thumb across your knuckles. “Isn’t it a bit nuts though? How fast it’s all happening and how good it feels?”

You considered his words, repeating them in your head as you thought up your response. “Yeah, of course I’ve felt that way…almost like it’s too good to be true, but I’m not going to sit and wait for the other shoe to drop and expect it to go south just because things are going so well.”

Will remained silent, clearly processing each word carefully as he always seemed to do.

“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” you asked, not wanting to make Will feel smothered or scared, recalling your conversation in his bedroom the other day.

“In theory, yeah,” he admitted, “but at the same time I feel like I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then use me until you’ve had your fill,” you offered, knowing you would never regret falling hard and fast for him even if it ended in disaster.

Will’s eyes darkened, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob in his neck as he swallowed thickly, like he knew no matter how hard the two of you tried, this high level of lust between you would always be present in the midst of all the ways you truly cared for each other, that kind of chemistry not cheapening anything you had together.

Not wanting to say the words you did feel, you propped yourself up on your elbow, leaning over him in order to look at him completely, pulling your entwined hands to rest on your chest where your heart beat rapidly.

“I really like you, Will.”

You wanted to say more, to say everything, but hoped that was enough to assure him that what you thought you had was true, that every touch and kiss and moment spent with him was genuine and real.

The corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smirk, the tension previously held in his face faded away as you brought your lips to his and kissed him, slowly and purposefully, melting into him even more when he reached his hand up to cradle the back of your head to deepen it, his other hand smoothing up your back to press you closer to his body.

Will lifted himself off the blanket, turning so you laid down on it instead, his knee driving between your legs to spread them apart as he settled on top of you.

Your kisses never stopped, alternating between fervid and languid, wanting to consume and savour each other all at once, your hips rolling together eagerly to work you both up into a frenzy.

His hard cock strained through his jeans, humping and rubbing against your cotton panties that were soaked through, your dress lifted up to your midsection where his hands tore at your flesh desperately.

Although he was ready to fuck you into tomorrow right there, the grittiness of the sand that he already felt on his skin reminded him of Benny’s warning, and parting from you reluctantly, Will looked at you spread out beneath him, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“Your place?” he panted, the way you were looking so fuckable making him rethink his decision to relocate somewhere more comfortable.

You gave an enthusiastic nod, both of you quickly gathering and repacking everything you brought in order to get to your house as fast as possible so you could pick up where you left off, the pause in such craveable foreplay almost cruel.

Will threw everything in the bed of his truck without care and turned toward where you stood leaning against the passenger side door, licking his lips before grabbing your face and crashing against you in another heated kiss.

You moaned as your body slammed against the steel, your hands roaming his form that was tacky, his shirt damp on his skin, inhaling deeply in order to try to breathe even more of him in.

Your fingers dug into the thick muscle on his shoulders when his hand slipped down your body and landed between your legs, his long fingers slipping in your panties to run through your slick that coated you.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, always amazed at how wet you were for him.

“I don’t think I can wait,” you breathed, speaking against the shell of his ear as he steadily moved his fingers in and out of your warm and readied hole.

“Me either.”

His response came out as a growl as he removed his fingers from you and opened the door to the backseat, climbing in it to sit and unbuckle his belt and peel the zipper down on his jeans.

Your mouth watered as you watched him lift his ass up off the seat and shimmy his jeans and boxers down, his huge, hard cock springing free.

“Come here,” he beckoned, extending his hand for you to take so he could help you in and position you on his bare lap.

You slammed the door behind you, giggling as you sat down on top of him and reached up to take hold of his scruffy face, kissing him through both your smiles as he chuckled at the same time.

His large hands smoothed up your thighs, dragging your dress up as he went, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips which prompted you to begin moving against him.

You ground down on his length, smearing the viscous arousal that sat heavily in your panties along your aching sex, moaning into his mouth at the sensation that had you seeing stars already.

The truck was sweltering, but neither of you cared, your focus only on each other and your goals of reaching the highest point of pleasure, feeling sweat accumulate at the back of Will’s neck where your fingers danced on his searing skin while your own beaded with moisture that began to drip down your chest.

Will moved his mouth away from yours, angling to kiss along your jawline and down your neck, alternating the press of his lips with an indulgent suck, and when he got to your chest, his tongue glided across your slippery skin in broad swipes, licking your sweat as his hands moved from your hips to tear at the straps of your dress.

In one tug your breasts were exposed, allowing Will to dive his face between them with a low growl, your hands clawing at his head as he took turns rolling his tongue around each of your nipples while you steadily ground on his lap.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you gotta let me in there,” he pleaded, his voice rough and his eyes wild when he peeled himself off your chest and lifted his hips up to press into you more at the same time you bore down on him.

“Yeah?” you teased, rolling yourself harder on his rigid, leaking cock. “How bad do you want it, Miller?”

“Fuck!” he chuckled, bucking up into you compulsively.

He slotted his mouth with yours again before taking your lower lip in his teeth and biting down, pulling until it was released. “I want you so fucking bad, baby.”

You smiled against his lips, “Then have me, Will.”

Without wasting anymore time, Will hooked his fingers in the crotch of your panties and roughly pulled them to the side, taking hold of his cock to guide it to your entrance and watching with furrowed brows and a slack mouth as you sank down over him, taking him inch by inch into your soaked flesh, the sight adding to his craze.

He cursed again, stretching and spreading your lips with his girth, his size causing some resistance even with how wet you were.

Once he was fully seated in you, he let his head fall back on the seat, letting out a relieved moan as he basked in the feeling of being completely encased by your body, holding eye contact with you as he reached up and brushed his thumb on your cheek.

“I missed you,” you spoke, wanting to say more but hoping those three words would portray how much you cared for him, not feeling shy in telling him you craved his presence and felt a void in his absence.

“God, I missed you too,” he answered, placing his hand to cradle the back of your head to bring you closer to him, resting your foreheads together.

You breathed together, the hazy, thick air in the truck making it difficult in addition to how charged everything was between you, and you nudged your nose against his as you whispered. “I missed having you inside me.”

He sighed and brushed his lips on yours, feeling you clench around his cock without otherwise moving, this moment of honest intimacy complimenting the desperation you felt only moments ago to get to this point.

“Yeah?” he asked, flexing within your walls, making you moan and rake your fingers across his scalp, his hands smoothing down your mostly-naked body back to your hips where he took hold of them and started to force you to rock again.

You hummed, that pleasured sound growing to a broken moan as you accepted his guidance and rolled yourself on his cock, your clit rubbing on his wheat coloured pubes that lay against his lower belly, your lips finding each other instinctively where your kiss quickly increased in fervor along with everything else.

The heat was one thing to navigate, but the lack of room in the back seat of his truck was another, Will’s large frame filling it out to the point he didn’t have much space to move, his knees knocking against the back of the seat in front of him. Neither of you cared though, making the most of this steamy moment, focused on making up for the time apart even if it was only less than forty-eight hours since you last had skin-on-skin contact, feeling no shame at all in needing each other this much, this often.

All-in.

The words you had agreed on echoed in your mind, the promise sparking even more arousal in you, feeling the need to prove to him just how true it was with your body and allay any hesitation or doubt he had in his mind.

Your hand pressed up against the upholstered covering on the ceiling as you dug yourself down harder on him, riding him in a pace you knew was close to getting you both, motivated to feel him swell and burst inside you at the same time you crumbled apart on him, your mouth pressing on his firmly as your tongues delved deeper. It fell onto the window, smearing your handprint in the condensation before finding its way back to Will’s body, both of your hands now gripping his broad shoulders for support, your legs burning from your efforts as you kept a steady tempo, feeling your orgasm building deep within you.

Will held onto you tighter, his moans reverberating into your mouth as they increased and his cock released its generous load inside you, coating your walls in thick spurts of his hot spend, the feel of it leaking from you and lubricating you even more tossing you into your own climax.

It was like your mind and body separated from each other, a blinding, numbing effect making your mind go blank while your body acted on its own, continuing to ride him wildly to chase each aftershock at the same time your limbs began to go limp from such intense pleasure that was quickly turning over into exhaustion.

Your chests rose and fell sharply against each other as you panted in search of proper breaths, his hands reaching up to smooth your hair out of your face where it clung to it with sweat, and you opened your eyes to see him smiling weakly, but satiated at you.

His head shook slightly side to side almost in disbelief, his eyes full of ardor and his smile growing to bring out the lines beside his mouth as he watched your own smile stretch across your swollen lips.

“Think we’ll make it to your place now?” he grinned, sending you a wink.

“Hmm, I’m still not sure,” you purred, causing him to raise his eyebrows out of amusement and surprise.

The next two nights went just the same as any other, trading off sleep in favour of sex, your days spent rushing through the work day to meet at the gym to workout together, followed by making dinner before quickly retiring to Will’s bedroom.

Regardless of what little hours of sleep you did manage to get, Will had never felt so rested, your presence and energy bringing him a calm he hadn’t experienced since he joined the military all those years ago, his nightmares becoming less and less to the point he didn't fear his head hitting the pillow each night.

Even though you weren't with him tonight, the effects you left on him still lingered, a sense of ease and contentment gracing him as he climbed into bed, your scent left behind on the pillow that sat next to his to remind him of you as he took a deep breath after settling in.

But it was all short-lived as his mind immediately went to the letter he'd received that morning, one that in theory was good, but tainted what he had just started building with you.

The all-clear was given by his therapist and the U.S. Army to resume active duty, and a date to deploy was typed in bold at the bottom.

Will sighed, splaying out his hand on his stomach that had been closed tightly in a fist, having expected the other shoe to drop in the perfect world he had found with you, just not so soon.

A slight sense of panic began to rise up through him, turning his skin a hue of pink as he broke out in a sweat, his breath shaky when he closed his eyes and focused on the simplicity of inhaling and exhaling, hearing your soothing voice count the seconds in his head rather than his own.

Will promised himself everything would turn out fine, rolling over onto your pillow where he continued choosing to focus on you over the anxieties that were steadily creeping up, the cool air from the fan on the dresser blowing on his hot skin. He breathed out again, as slow as he could manage, imagining you beside him to kiss his worries away and how your bare skin would feel against his in the mix of the humid heat and slight reprieve from the fan, and somewhere between thoughts of you and his imminent deployment, he fell asleep.

Kill.

It’s what he was trained to do.

Everything he knew was predestined to violence and something he never thought twice about in the moment.

Duty.

An order.

A job.

The screams subsided to a wheeze, and as he pressed his forearm harder against the straining neck in front of him, a gasping sound strangled out of the mouth that opened and closed, trying to suck in even the tiniest bit of air.

Hands grabbed and clawed at him, anywhere they could reach, desperate and frantic, their last efforts giving Will a slight struggle as they fought for their life, only to have him force his grip tighter.

Their movements grew sluggish, feeling their body begin to turn limp in his arms, the flailing arms sloppily hitting him as gurgled noises choked out of them.

Then silence.

Will released his hold, only to be fooled, his captive suddenly righting themselves and bolting forward and away from him.

He couldn’t keep up, his feet hardly moving off the spot where he had stood, his assigned hit escaping him and leaving the Delta Force soldier failing in his task.

Then they fell.

By some fate, a rock or ledge in the concrete floor tripped them, their helplessness shown in how their body splayed out weakly and defenselessly.

Confidence erupted in him, each step powerful and booming, closing the gap between the hunter and prey in a few short strides.

Will grabbed the back of their neck and hoisted them easily off the ground, flipping them over so he could see the face that had almost made a mockery out of him.

It wasn't any one given person. A mix of faces he's seen over the years. Features of those he caught glimpses of before completing their execution.

His hand clamped around their throat, crushing their windpipe with a compression that felt superhuman, watching their bloodshot eyes bulge involuntarily, the blood vessels in them and in their face bursting with each second he cut off their air.

More attempts to claw and rip his hand from them, only to flounder, forcing Will to add his other hand to accomplish his goal.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the moment to pass, feeling their resistance slacken under his palms, their engorged pulse that pumped wildly against his fingers slowing.

Then he heard it.

A voice so familiar he could pick it out anywhere.

It was so faint, but clear as day.

“Will!” they called.

You called.

His eyes tore open, only to see your lifeless face resting in his hands.

Will shot up out of bed with a scream, his entire body drenched in sweat, gasping and gulping for a breath he couldn’t catch.

Your pillow was wrung up in his hands, his grip still so tight on the prop used to mimic your throat, the shock of what he’d just dreamt making him toss it across the room as a heavy wave of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks.

Will gagged as he flew out of bed and bolted to the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time to be sick, his entire body lurching and heaving as those images continued to haunt him.

When he was sure he had nothing left to throw up, he collapsed on the floor, his back thudding against the vanity, rubbing his hand over his eyes and face in an attempt to wipe away the tears and sweat that mixed together.

Your face that was stilled by death kept flashing through his mind regardless if he opened or closed his eyes, feeling tortured by his own self for creating such a nightmare let alone continuing to torment him with it even after waking up.

He rocked against the cabinet, tearing his hands through his hair, his sobs coming out loud and uncontrollably.

He needed to see you, needed to know if you were okay, that life still breathed through you and you'd look back at him with the love and kindness in your eyes that you always did, your smile bright and vibrant, but he couldn't move. Frozen in place, he couldn't even manage to get back to his room to get his phone and call you, his terror and false grief immobilizing him.

Eventually the sound of Benny’s footsteps coming in registered in his pounding head, feeling his brother's hand rest on his shoulder before sinking down to the floor to sit beside him, his silence a comfort that Will knew he could always rely on.

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Part 6

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adverbally · 18 days

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Just Like a Prayer (I’ll Take You There)

Written for the @steddiesmuttyseptember prompt “pillow princess” | wc: 751 | rated: E | cw: sexual content | tags: alternate universe - gender changes, female steve harrington, female eddie munson, pillow princess eddie, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, a touch of BDSM dynamics, c’mon you can’t tell me the prompt is pillow princess and not expect me to make it sapphic | title from “Like a Prayer” by Madonna

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It’s not that Eddie is purposely not reciprocating when Stevie goes down on her. She loves Stevie, and she would be thrilled to make her feel even a fraction as good as she makes Eddie feel. It’s just that, when Stevie wants to spread her out on the sheets and dig in like Eddie is her last meal, why would she protest?

“Oh, Jesus,” she gasps on a shuddering breath, lacing her fingers in Stevie’s beautiful hair for leverage as she grinds her hips up into her mouth.

Stevie’s answering moan feels like it vibrates through Eddie’s whole lower half. It almost surprises her when she feels the sting of Stevie’s fingernails digging into her thighs, holding her securely in place as Stevie’s tongue delves inside her as far as it can go.

The sound that comes out of her isn’t a shriek, exactly, but it’s loud and high-pitched enough that Eddie could understand the confusion if she were capable of forming any thoughts whatsoever right now. Her brain has been wrung out like a wet cloth until all she can think about is Stevie.

The weight of her on the bed between Eddie’s legs, the security of her arms across Eddie’s hips, the heat licking up Eddie’s spine with every swipe of her tongue. And, God, when Eddie cranes her neck to see Stevie looking blissed out on her taste, eyes rolling back in her head as she dives in for more–

“Stevie, oh my god,” Eddie breathes. “So fucking good.”

Stevie’s gaze flicks upward to make eye contact with Eddie as she swirls her tongue around Eddie’s clit just the way she likes.

Stevie knows how much that affects Eddie— seeing Stevie’s molten gaze peeking out from beneath the longest natural eyelashes she’s ever seen, focusing on her with dilated pupils like she’s getting high on eating Eddie out. Stevie knows, and she’s playing a dirty trick to catch Eddie off guard and send her careening into her orgasm.

Or so Eddie thinks, until her thighs tense and her cunt starts to clench around nothing, and Stevie pulls away.

Eddie teeters there on the precipice, half-convinced she’s past the point of no return and going to come anyway. The moment stretches like Stevie is one of the glassblowers they saw at the renaissance fair last summer, and Eddie is molten glass, red hot and liquid, cooling slowly but surely in the hands of a master.

She doesn’t come.

It stuns her speechless. She can’t even breathe, like the shock has knocked the air out of her. All Eddie can do is lie there and watch as Stevie sits up on her knees and wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist.

Her stunned expression must speak volumes, because Stevie blinks at her faux-innocently and asks, “Was there something you wanted?”

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes uselessly before she indignantly settles on, “I was about to come!”

“I guess you were, huh?” Stevie says wonderingly, like it hadn’t occurred to her. “Sorry, sweetie.” She reaches out to lightly trace her nails across the sensitive skin of Eddie’s inner thighs, making her legs twitch.

She whines dramatically, throwing an arm over her face. “Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, loving girlfriend who never, ever tortures me?”

Stevie laughs. “Ever heard of delayed gratification?”

“I think that kills people.” She scowls and flings her arm to the side in protest.

“I think…” Stevie sing-songs, leaning over Eddie’s body until they’re face to face, “that if you’re a good girl and wait for me to let you come, I can make it worth your while.” Her hand drifts to Eddie’s jaw, thumb teasing over her bottom lip in a promise for more.

Eddie swallows hard but doesn’t look away from Stevie. She’s so gorgeous when she takes control that it’s almost hypnotic. Even when Stevie shifts forward so her thigh is snug against Eddie’s spit-slick pussy, Eddie keeps her eyes on Stevie’s face. She gets a devious smile as her reward.

“You don’t even have to do anything. I know you can handle that. Right, princess?”

Wordlessly, Eddie nods her agreement and tries to ignore the electric spark of shame that shoots down her spine, straight to her cunt.

Stevie pushes herself back down the bed to settle between Eddie’s legs, and Eddie fists her hands in the sheets as she steels herself for the next touch of Stevie’s tongue.

It’s going to be a long night.

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blackdollette · 2 months

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"roses in between my thighs." | spencer reid

honeymoon. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: your body was a temple, which could explain why spencer was on his knees...

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⊹₊⋆ pairing: female!reader x spencer

⊹₊⋆ word count: 684

⊹₊⋆ contents: smut, cunnilingus, spencer cumming his pants while he gives you head (yum!)

you had him in this position for hours, pathetically on his knees with his head buried deep in between your thighs, but it didn't seem like he was going to grow tired anytime soon.

your legs were spread with him sitting on the floor between them, his tongue lapping hungry licks up and down your sticky slit. he let out soft whimpers as you tugged on his hair, signalling for him to continue his hypnotic motions.

he moved against the mattress a little, desperate for even the slightest amount of friction against his clothed, aching cock. without a doubt, he would've been touching himself by now if both his hands weren't occupied, kneading your plush flesh as he feasted on the honey between your legs.

little praises would spill from your lips from time to time, granting him the approval that he hadn't even known he had been thirsting for. "y-yeah... just like that, spence... so good.." your words gave him the slightest boost of confidence, leading him to slip two fingers into your wet folds, the slick sound that emitted from your walls summoning a low groan from his sodden lips.

he'd whisper little things in between desperate licks. "you taste so good..." he'd say as he moved his hips into the mattress, whimpering softly as he provided minimal pleasure to his rock-hard bulge.

just the thought of him being able to touch you this way would be enough to send him off the edge, so being granted the privilege of having his face stuffed into your thighs was an experience that no words could describe.

the audible squelches and squirts that your cunt let out sent blood rushing through your veins, along with his simultaneously. he lapped up all your liquids, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a pace that was quickening up rapidly. you pulled his hair as your moans started to become more frequent.

spencer felt his body burn up as the image of you cumming all over his face flickered in his mind. he so badly wanted to be drenched in your liquids. frankly, this whole experience was such torturous bliss for him, for there was now an unmistakable sticky, white puddle smearing across the crotch of his pants.

you rolled your hips slightly into spencer's touch as you felt yourself nearing an overwhelming climax. your clit began to pulsate as you felt blood rushing through your body. spencer lived for the feeling of being used for you, of being nothing more than your sex toy. "...c'mon, baby... use me..." he pleaded into your pussy, strings of spit and cum connecting his lips to yours.

there was a knot rapidly forming in your stomach, growing bigger as each second passed. spencer, using his extensive knowledge of the female body, sensed your orgasm growing near from a mile away and couldn't help but lose himself in your soft, warm body, drinking up every drop of liquid that you produced. he curled his fingers inside of you, beginning to abuse the squishy sweet spot deep in your core.

he felt his restrained cock starting to throb as the sweet sound of your moans filled the room. his fingers reached the perfect spot inside of you, making the knot snap.

you cried out as your orgasm tore through you like a raging flood, spencer stuck his tongue into your hole to get every drop of cum that came out of you. at the same time, spencer's body grew unbearably hot, and before he knew it, he found himself about to cum as well, completely untouched.

he moaned into your pussy as cum leaked out his cock, ruining his already stained pants. the vibrations that came out of his mouth only intensified your orgasm. his head was getting crushed by your thighs like there was no tomorrow. at this moment, he couldn't be happier. for all he cared, this was paradise.

his body trembled as he felt the tension in his pants loosening just a little, his cock finally softening after countless hours of torture. you pulled his head away from your cunt, panting heavily as you sat up to look at him, a few renegade beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. your half-lidded eyes, glistening complexion, and glossed-over, parted lips were all it took to summon yet another erection. great.

you looked down and saw the large wet stain on his pants. you couldn't believe it. you didn't think it would take so little to make his body react in such a way. you had barely even laid a finger on him. "had an accident, spence..?" you laughed, and he just rolled his eyes with a shit-eating grin plastered across his dripping face.

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astarionancuntnin · 3 months

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Die For You (Chapter 7)

summary: you wake up to the harsh realities of your new life, and realize that your lover is terrible at keeping promises.

rating: E

word count: 5.9k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, reader is tav)

cw: 18+. angst, abandonment issues, impulsive reader, alcohol abuse and using alcohol to take advantage of someone, visual depiction of violence, blood/vampire bites, smut, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, praise kink, blood as an aphrodisiac, light choking. full list on ao3

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I was given a heart before I was given a mind

A thirst for pleasure and war, a hunger we keep inside

We fell from sky with grace, and life gave us a sweeter taste

You can drink, you can feast

There's beauty in your beast

Pain.

Raw, gut-wrenching, agonising pain.

Your awakening into your undead life is nothing like your last moments alive. Where your death had been bliss, lulled to eternal sleep as you were still basking in the aftermath of your climax, your rebirth is violent. Every bone in your body hurts as you suddenly regain consciousness, not with a new breath, but rather a monstrous hunger. Your vision is red, and there’s a faint metallic aftertaste in your mouth that you yearn for, as a churning in your stomach makes you twist in agony. It’s even worse than what you had gone through during the days spent in your cell; claws ripping you from within, an urge to devour anything and everything on your path, a never ending pit inside you, it’s–

“Shh, you’re alright my love. There, there, drink.”

Someone’s arm surrounds your shoulders, keeping you sat, as a cup is brought to your lips, and you do just as the voice commands; drink, until there's not one drop left. You go through its contents as if it was the air you needed to breathe. Whatever it is, you want more. You need more. It’s barely enough to keep the pain at bay, lest satisfy your hunger. The air around you is suffocating you; you need to get out, need to fix the pain. You fight through the hold the person has on you, as you muster a rough “more”.

“Aren't you a hungry little pet?” The voice speaks up again, less distant than it was before your first drink. “Hm, I suppose you deserve it for going through this. You've been so very brave.”

He turns around to fill the cup once more, and as you force yourself to take a deep breath, you smell the unmistakable scent of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy. The aroma brings you a familiar comfort, and you don’t know what it is about the voice, but it soothes you. Even though you can’t quite put a name on it yet, you feel secure, and you stop fighting the man’s embrace. When you’re finally calm, he brings another cup to your lips, only to pull it away when you try to grab it.

“Ah ah! Careful now, this is your last one for the time being. You'll have to learn to control yourself.”

You growl as you reach for the cup, violently gulping as you drain it dry and lick your lips for any remains of the cup’s content. Although the cup felt big in your hands, it also felt as if it was barely filled. You drank the liquid in mere seconds and, surprisingly enough, it was all you needed to ease the unbearable pain you woke up in. The world gets clearer, the ringing in your ears tones down; you’re finally able to make out where you are and who’s holding you.

Your beloved, your Lord, your creator.

You’re glad to see that, as promised, he stayed by your side, and he’s taken care of feeding you. With you calm at last, Astarion takes the empty cup from your hand to leave it on your nightstand, before bringing his attention back to you.

“How is my precious consort faring?”

“I… I’m fine now,” you clutch down at your stomach, noticing that the hunger was gone as fast as it appeared. “Thank you.”

“Of course, little love.” He smiles down at you. “And It’ll only get better, I promise.” He kisses the top of your head before you lay your head against his chest, still wrapped between his arms, as he strokes your hair. “Try to rest for now, you'll need all the strength you can get.” His voice sounds like a lullaby, a soft melody that brings you the warmth you had lost within.

Someone knocks at the door, and you can’t quite make out what they say in a rush – something about a shipment – or even who they are, but they sound alarmed. They didn’t even bother to wait for an answer before barging into your room. Whatever he says has Astarion pull away from you too soon, leaving you alone in bed in a disgruntled state; barely covered by the satin night dress you wore the night before, with your messy hair all over the place and blood tainting your chin.

“I need to attend to some matters that I’m afraid I can’t leave unchecked, I’ll do my best to take care of it as fast as possible.” He says, his tone back to its cold, methodical self, as he stands in front of your mirror, straightening his jacket and fixing his hair, making sure the reflection before him was the depiction of perfection, before turning to you. “Can I trust you to be on your best behaviour?”

You frown in disbelief before turning your gaze away from him, pensive.

He’s already leaving. He promised…

He walks back towards you, noticing your disappointment, and bends over the bed to take your chin between his fingers. He brings you closer to him once more and wipes away the blood remaining at the corner of your lips with his thumb.

“Come on now, my treasure. Don’t you want to be wonderfully obedient for me? I promise, I will be back before supper.”

There was something about the way he looked at you, the way his voice resonated in your mind long after he stopped talking, how he held you just right. Something about being his; body and soul. He knew just how to act towards you to make you surrender to him. Your walls break down and you nod, caving into his demands. You trusted him enough to take your life, you could extend your trust a bit more, he’s not going to abandon you now, right?

He licks his thumbs, tasting the leftover blood and hums. “That’s my girl.”

As his hand sneaks into the base of your hair to pull you into him, you part your lips to welcome his lips embracing yours. He lightly pulls at your hair to tilt your head, deepening the kiss, and you melt into his embrace. Should you still have the need to breathe, the air would’ve left your lungs in this instant. He parts from you, admiring the state he put you in one last time as a smirk appears on his lips, before leaving your room without another word. Supper was hours away still, so this would give you time to do anything you wanted, and you were free to roam the palace after all – it was as much his as it was yours now – and with your new nature, you couldn’t risk going outside with the blazing sun, unless you wanted an awfully painful death.

You quickly pick and put on a casual dress from your wardrobe for the day and start your research within the palace. As expected, the kitchen only has food meant for the living. All of it extorted disgust out of you now, the smell alone made you retch, putting an end to your search of this part of the building almost as soon as it started. You walk down the hallways, opening any door that wasn't locked to give it a peak, out of the mere chance that it contains anything remotely interesting for you to discover, only to be faced with empty rooms, for the most part. To your despair, all things that could’ve been worth your attention were locked and out of reach behind a single door that remained locked. When you ask Amedee about it, she only mentions that, “some places are only meant for the Master’s eyes''. You don't notice the day go by as you search every nook and cranny of the palace waiting for Astarion’s return; from the biggest room to the lowest dungeons. You have never been more frustrated as your search ended, tired and anxious, and with nothing to speak for it.

When you go back to your room, defeated, you notice the sun had set, and yet, Astarion was still nowhere to be seen. On your very first day as a vampire, in the very first instant of your transformation, he left you to fend for yourself, breaking one of the only three rules you had instated. A familiar impulsive idea crosses your mind, and without the Lord of the house to stop you, you pick a dark cape, along with some gold from his office and leave for the nearest tavern. This is where you would drink away your pain back in your living days, the thought of experiencing this again is comforting after the day you had.

“My Lady? Where are you going?”

As you make your way to the exit, your personal servant intercepts you.

“It would be better for you not to get involved, Amedee.” You keep walking until she moves in front of you, blocking your path.

“Far be it from me to contradict you, but the Master explicitly requested for you not to leave the palace!”

“I’ll follow the Master’s demands when he respects mine!” You push her aside to make it to the door when she grabs your wrist, stopping you right before the door.

“I would really advise you against it please–!”

When you look back at her, it’s with a boiling anger in your eyes, an anger that should be directed towards Astarion, you remind yourself, not her. She’s just following his orders, you tell yourself, preventing yourself from acting irrationally towards her.

“Amedee, I don't want to hurt you. Let me go, now.” Your words are gentle, but your voice sounds like a warning.

She looks at you with eyes pleading with you to stay, “I’m sorry my Lady, but I can’t let you go. He ordered it.” Her grip on you tightens and you understand the implication of her words. As much as you had appreciated her recent company, it was going to take you more to stop you from falling back into your old habits.

“I’m sorry too.”

Before she can react, you flip your arm around, making her twist in pain, before knocking the back of her head with your elbow, effectively knocking her unconscious. You look at Amedee with a pain in your chest, before walking out, slamming the door on your way out.

You had no intention of following anyone’s orders.

—

The tavern you reach is filled with mostly men, of all ages and all races, and in the past, chances are you would’ve bedded one – or a few – of them after a couple of drinks, but that wasn’t your goal this time. Your intention tonight is to get wasted, absolutely and utterly hammered, and you don't intend on leaving until you can’t walk properly; this was always your go-to to deal with high emotions, and it's not death that was going to change your ways. What you didn’t yet know was that your new vampiric powers made you unable to get inebriated. Not on alcohol, anyway. So you drink – for almost an hour – and the more you take, the worse it tastes, but you feel absolutely nothing. That’s until a charming, young tiefling approaches you.

“Let me offer you something more convenient for a lady like you.”

He smelled delicious.

Your bitter attitude quickly makes place for a pleasant smile, “What would you suggest?”

“How about some plum wine?” He orders two cups for the both of you and cheers before taking a first sip. You imitate the gesture only to grimace behind your cup. Just like the previous beers you’ve had, this drink is simply sour. Nothing would ever taste good anymore. Nothing, aside from whatever this tiefling had on him, Gods, the smell was simply intoxicating. It was almost unbearable to keep drinking this piss for wine when he was right there, hiding away that sweet nectar from you.

That’s when you get an idea. A terrible one.

“This is… nice, but I’m more the kind of girl who enjoys stronger drinks.”

“Oh? Is that so?” He leans closer to you. “Tell me, what’s your poison of choice?”

“Only if you promise to share a bottle with me.” Your voice is lustful and your hand easily finds its way on his thigh.

He smiles lustfully, “I think I might be tempted.”

You’re surprised by your ease to charm the man. You might’ve bedded countless strangers in the past, it usually took you at least two bottles of wine to get touchy with strangers, let alone get near them at all. This realisation gives you a sudden confidence boost and you find yourself getting closer to the tiefling, and open up your cape to reveal the plunging neckline of your dress which highlights your generous chest. You know your action has the desired effect when you notice him biting his lower lip at the sight of your breasts, unable to look elsewhere.

With the man now completely enchanted by you, you take a step further to secure your catch of the night. You order “the strongest drink you have” from the server, and you start drinking along. As the bottle gets close to empty, the tiefling grows more and more inebriated, while you are as fresh as the moment you stepped in. With the bottle almost empty, you throw some gold over the counter and whisper in his ear “let’s take this party somewhere else”, before grabbing him by the wrist to guide him out of the tavern. You don’t make it that far, as your thirst was guiding your every step and it was only growing stronger.

At the next corner, you pull him into an alley far from any scurrying eyes and abruptly pin him to the wall with your newfound strength.

His eyes widened in surprise, “Hells lady, I didn’t take you for a woman of experience.”

Poor guy, if only he knew.

He was barely able to hold his own weight, he looked downright pathetic next to a creature of such power as you. You take one, long sniff at him, taking in his aroma; he smells of plum, peaches, and bergamot, and unlike the food from earlier that reeked, the fruity notes he wore were as pleasant as you remember it from your living. Before long, you cover his mouth with one hand, tilting his head away, and dive your fangs into his neck in one swift movement. The moment his blood hits your mouth, relief overcomes you, finally indulging in the drink you didn’t know you had been waiting for all night. This man’s life be damned, you needed this, and you couldn’t handle any more teasing.

You feel him trying to scream and fight his way out of your hold, but it's no use; as every sip you take makes you stronger, and him weaker.

And you drink, and drink, and drink, until he's limp and you can't feel any more of the warm liquid coming from his neck.

You finally understand how Astarion felt that night he first drank from you. You're happy. Ecstatic, even, but a bit drunk. That was a lot of blood for your first time, but it was perfect to satisfy you. You feel as if you could take on an entire army by yourself, finally, strong once again, stronger than you’ve ever been.

It’s only as you pull back and the tiefling’s corpse falls to your feet that the weight of your actions dawns on you, taking you out of your blind confidence. A sudden panic rises in your chest when you realise what you’ve done, and you backtrack out of the alley, until you accidentally bump into someone.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

That’s when you recognize the familiar voice, and you freeze in place, hardly believing it at first. You wipe off your mouth with the back of your hand, hoping to get rid of any evident trace of your feeding before turning around to face the voice.

“Shadowheart?”

She steps back in shock when she recognizes you as well, choking back a sob as she smiles, before she rushes to embrace you tightly. You reach out slowly to hold her back, still processing the shock of her presence. You’re confused by your own reaction, shouldn’t you be happy to finally see her again? Why were you… afraid?

She finally pulls back, after what feels like an eternity, to take a look at you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I… sent you a letter,” your voice is quiet with hesitation.

She sighs, “Ah, I just got back to Baldur's Gate, I’m afraid I haven’t received it – where were you?!” She reaches out to cup your face when her smile is replaced by worry almost instantly. “By Selûne, you’re freezing.”

“I’m fine,” you try to brush it off, reaching out to pull her hand away from your face almost in disdain, when you see her eyes flash in horror.

“You’re hurt!” She exclaims as she grabs your bloodied hand to inspect it. “Who did this to you? Are you in danger?”

“I’m not hurt!” You raise your voice, snatching your hand away from her forcefully, and in the lighting of the full moon, that’s when she sees your eyes.

Your brand new, ruby red eyes.

She gasps, her hands flying to cover her mouth as she takes a step back, connecting the pieces together in horror.

“Gods, no… what did he do to you?…”

You pull your cape back over your head as you avoid her gaze. “He didn’t do anything… I did. I asked him to transform me.”

“But why would you?! After everything you told me… what could make you change your mind? What did he say that could possibly make you do…” She pauses, looking you up and down, “this?”

You shake your head, “I–” The words get stuck in your throat, unable to explain to her what had happened just the day before. “I don’t expect you to understand, but–”

“You’re right, I don’t.” She says, cutting you off. “You do realise that the last time we saw each other, you wanted to forget about him? You considered leaving the city, with me.” She reaches out for your hands and looks for your eyes. “Nothing is stopping you from doing it, you can still run away from this, from him–”

“I don’t need protection!” You growl, snatching your hand out of hers as you back away. ”He’s helping me.”

“Whatever for?!”

You pause just before the answer makes it to your lips, as you realise just what you’ve become, and your face softens as you speak up. Your voice is but a whisper as your eyes fall to the ground before you. “Revenge.”

She scoffs, “You really do make quite the pair.” She sighs heavily, now shaking her head. “You’ve made your choice, clearly there’s no stopping you, but… I won’t stand here and watch you go down that path.” She looks up to you with sad eyes as she backtracks. “I hope you find whatever it is that you're looking for, truly.”

With those last words, she turns and slowly walks into the noisy tavern without giving you another look, leaving you alone with your thoughts in this empty street.

You, your thoughts, and the body of the man you had just killed.

Shit. The body.

You suddenly remember your actions and go back into the alley to do your best attempt at hiding him away – which turned out to shove him inside a barrel that you hid behind more boxes – before running away to the Crimson palace.

—

As you step back into the palace, you’re instantly faced with Astarion who had seemingly been pacing around the entrance, belittling Amedee, who was awake once more, for what you assume was letting you get out of the palace. He becomes furious the second he sees you, speaking up as he rushes towards you.

“Where were you?”

“As if you cared.” You brush him off, walking past him as you make your way to your room, when he puts his arm in the way to stop you and lean over you.

“Believe it or not, I was extremely worried,” he says, his voice darkened.

“You don’t need to be! I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, all thanks to you.” You taunt him, trying to move away from his intimidating form, but he cages you under him.

“Do I need to remind you who is out there?” He almost shouts, lowering his voice to continue. “You were supposed to stay here, where you are safe, and you deliberately ignored my only command.”

“You can give orders to your other spawns, but don’t get to command me, remember?”

He growls under his breath, “You’re making this very difficult for me, pet.”

“I’m not your fucking pet!”

As you roar, Amedee and a tiefling spawn you recognize from your days in the dungeons move carefully towards you, with the intention to restrain you, but they stop in their tracks when Astarion raises his hand to them.

His attention remains on you, but something changes in his eyes, his tone becoming suddenly cold, “Don’t make me compel you now.”

“Why don’t you try.” You push him backwards as you say your last words, and he barely moves, only stepping back to keep his balance. “Go on! Break yet another one of your promises. Compel me.”

He looks up to the two spawns, commanding them. “Leave us.”

They look back at each other before the tiefling tries to speak up, “My Lord, are you sure–”

“Now!” He shouts.

They bow and quickly leave the hallways, leaving you both alone. When he looks back at you, he seems more composed, but just as stern as before. “As much as I want to, I won't control you.” He stands upright once again, taking a deep breath. “I will respect your wishes, as difficult as it may be.”

“It seemed rather easy for you to abandon me merely minutes after I awoke as a monster,” you spit out.

He sighs, “It hurts me so dearly when you see yourself as such. My darling, you are so much more than that, and so much greater than a mere spawn.” He pauses, his gaze piercing through you. “No, you are my consort.”

You get more frustrated by the mention of the title, as if being his most beloved spawn changed a thing. You continue, your voice slowly rising, “I am not your prized possession, and I will not let you treat me as such. I should be free to do as I wish.”

“We spoke about this, dear. Circumstances changed. Once that’s settled, I would gladly let you parade in the lively streets of Baldur’s Gate as much as your heart desires.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “It isn’t as much parading as it is haunting when night comes.” Your anger leaves room for despair. How you had gotten there, how you had let yourself be guided by the simple means of revenge… “I should’ve known better than to trust you.”

He leans over you, stopping barely inches apart from your face, his breath hot as he murmurs against your ear.

“I did exactly what I promised I would do; I shared my gifts with you.” He grabs you by your chin, pulling a gasp out of you as he forces you to look at him when he growls, “And I intend on showing you exactly what I mean.”

You don’t get to react as he grabs you by your wrist and walks away, pulling you along with him. When you walk past your room and approach the door to the dungeons, a dread starts to set in within you.

“Astarion, where are you taking me?” He ignores your question as he keeps walking, and you try to pull away only to feel his grip on you becoming tighter. “Astarion, answer me!”

Your fear is replaced by confusion, as you walk past the dungeons, and enter a room you’d never been in before: the only room you noticed was locked earlier. As he drags you inside, you observe that it highly resembles yours, aside from the gigantic mirror placed near the bed.

He slams the door shut behind you and locks it, before walking back to you, “I never, ever, want you to think of yourself as nothing less than a goddess. Do you hear me?” You back track until you hit the wall on the other end of his room and his arms fly to the side of your head, caging you under him. His aura is dark, possessive, and not a single coherent thought inhabits you when lowers himself, leaving but a breath between you two. “I said, do you hear me?”

“Y-yes.”

“You – are sublime.” You blink anxiously, and you swear you could feel your face grow warm from his words. They were said with such admiration, yet his tone was bordering on madness; you had never felt so incredibly small under him. “Let me show you how I mean to worship you.”

As soon as the last words leave his lips, he removes the cape from your shoulders, before ripping your dress open, completely ruining it. As you stand almost bare before him, he notices the blood on your pale skin, and he smiles as he reaches out for your hand.

“Oh? Did my little treat have a treat of her own?” he purrs, licking the blood from your hand, and a sinister chuckle escapes him. “Poor bastard probably had it coming. Tell me, dear, how did it feel?” His tongue trails from your hand, along your arm, up to your shoulder, leaving a faint kiss there before whispering. “To take a life?”

A short puff of air escapes you, before you manage to speak up. “It was… terrifying… and exhilarating… all at once.” You didn’t need to breathe anymore, but it didn’t stop your breathing to become fast paced as he continued to kiss your body, down to your navel.

“What about his blood? Tell me exactly how he tasted.” He pulls your panties down painfully slowly, as he sinks to his knees, while staring right into your eyes as he waits on you.

“He was… sweet. We had plum wine right before– ah–!” His hand finds its way between your legs, slipping right between your lips to find the accumulation of your desire. “Astarion…”

“Don’t let me stop you, dear. I want to know every sordid detail.” His fingers continue their rumination, encouraging you to retell your experience. “Go on.”

“We– we had wine, plum wine, and I could taste it in his blood.” You struggle to complete your sentences; between having Astarion on his knees before you and him fingering you, it was difficult not to. “He– Gods, he tasted like peaches, and– and bergamot–”

“Bergamot, huh?” He interrupts you. “Even when you’re looking to get away, it seems as if your senses bring you right back to me, don’t they?” A small cry escapes you as his fingers enter you, picking up a languid rhythm.

“I wasn’t– mmh– I… wasn’t looking to get away from y– you. I– ahh…” You try to grab onto the wall for support, as your legs start to give out while his fingers coax your inner walls, and his thumb teases ever so slightly your sensitive bud. ”I was mad at you.”

He removes his fingers, dipping them into his mouth to taste you, “Mhh, I suppose I deserve that. I promise, I will absolutely treat you with the utmost attention moving forward.” He places his face between your legs, and pushes your legs over his shoulders, his arms circling over your thighs, giving you the support you need to stay up. “Starting now.”

He dives right into your cunt, his skilled tongue lapping over the mess he made of you. He growls against your entrance, as he tongue-fucks you, and his nose provides a delicious friction over your clit. You reach out for his head, grabbing onto his silver curls for support, and you feel him roar between your legs, the vibration sending a delicious wave of electricity through you. You buck your hips against his face, chasing the relief his tongue was providing you, while your moans only grow louder and louder.

In this position, he couldn't say much, but you begged him nonetheless, “Astarion, please, don’t stop.”

There’s nothing but him in your mind, him and his devilish tongue working wonders.

“Believe me, I want nothing but to ravish you, my dear.”

You look down on him with a frown, not understanding how he was able to speak so clearly when he was very much drowning in your juices. Breathless, you ask, “What– How did you–”

“Our minds, little love.” He answers in your mind, without ever stopping his labour of love. “Our bond is stronger than the one of regular spawns. They can only receive commands, but you, as my dark consort, can communicate back and forth with me.”

You remain silent, processing this new information, when you see his eyes looking back at you, still ravishing you. “I told you you were special.”

“But how–”

“You’ve already opened yourself to me, now, reach out to my mind.”

You close your eyes, focusing on his presence; his hands firm over your thighs, his soft curls brushing against your skin, his tongue devouring you, his nose teasing your clit, pushing you towards the edge…

“Oh, Astarion…”

“There you are, my precious darling.” He pulls away and gets up just as you were getting to your peak, and you whine at the loss of his touch, as if he took away the very air you needed to breathe. The smile that appears on his lips as he caresses your cheek is devious, almost cruel.

“Tsk tsk, only good girls get their reward. You want to be very good for me, don't you?” You nod vigorously and he smiles, wickedly. “I thought so.”

He removes his trousers, finally freeing the raging erection he was keeping caged within, to sit just over the edge of the bed. He brings his thumb to his mouth and punctures it with his fang, before smearing his own blood all over his leaking cock.

“Time for your treat, darling.”

Your legs finally give out and you crawl your way to him, enchanted by the sight before you. You recognize the smell of his blood from earlier; that was the liquid you drank this morning. He had fed you his very own blood.

Had he made you…

A full vampire?

“Come, now. Aren't you eager to taste me?”

The sight of his cock brought water to your mouth; the way his precome mixed with his blood made it glint in the light of the fireplace, your hand barely circling around his impressive girth, and the veins adorning it made for a delicious treat. You open your mouth, with your tongue sticking out, and lick from the bottom of his shaft up to the head of it, closing your eyes as you taste the sinful mix of his fluids.

The blood from your earlier catch was good, but it was nowhere near comparable to the delectable nectar Astarion bestowed upon you. This was downright heavenly.

“Mmh, doing so well for me, pet. My sweet, sweet consort.”

You're not sure if it's because of the taste of his blood on your tongue, mixed along with his sweet praise, but you find yourself more lenient on the pet name you previously disliked. Somehow, it was growing on you, and you weren't sure how to feel about it, but in your lust-drunken state of mind, the name rolled beautifully on his tongue.

Softly, he pushes aside your hair falling over your face, holding it back as you finally take him in your mouth. When you look up to him, you find him admiring you with half-lidded eyes, and his mouth agape. The moans that leave his mouth encourages you to go further, and with each mouthful of him, you take him deeper down your throat, until your lips are flush against the base of his cock.

“Keep going,” he breathes out. “Gods, you feel, aah– amazing.” To know that you had reduced the mighty Vampire Lord to whimpers fueled a newfound confidence within you, and it pushes you to suck more fervently on his dick, “Yes, just like that, pet. Fuuuck, darling, I should've fucked your pretty little mouth earlier.”

You bring your hand to his shaft, twisting and sliding along its length with each thrust of your mouth, while your other hand cups his balls, softly squeezing them in your palm. His hips thrust upwards into your mouth, almost moving of their own accord as he was nearing his climax.

“Are you ready to taste me, love?” You look up to him, and using your bond you answer “yes, please”. The corner of his lips turn back into a smile. “That's my good little girl.”

It's not long before he groans as you feel his cock throbbing inside your mouth, releasing his hot, salty seed down your throat, and you swallow every single drop. Maybe if I'm really good, he'll let me taste his blood again, you think to yourself.

You suck on his hardness a few more times through his climax, making sure to clean it from any remaining blood or come. When he stills, taking a second only to catch his breath, you finally release his dick with a loud pop, looking up to him with pride and lust in your eyes.

He leans towards you, catching your face between his hands to crash your lips together, and you open your mouth, welcoming his tongue begging to taste himself on you. When he pulls back, a trail of your mixed saliva hangs between the two of you, and as he wipes it off from your lips with his thumb, he smears more of his blood on your face. You stick your tongue out trying to taste more, the scent alone driving you to the border of insanity.

“You've been so good to me, my sweet. Now,” he gets up, pulling you up on your feet again. “Let me show you what it means to be my consort. To be mine.”

You yelp as he takes you in his arms before throwing you on the bed, and climbs over you. Nothing could've prepared you for what came next, when he flipped you onto your belly, and pulled you back up by your throat.

“Look at yourself.”

Before you stood the large mirror you had ignored up until now, and in it, your very own reflection, along with Astarion's. You can't believe your eyes. Clearly you weren't a spawn, he told the truth all along, but then…

“What… am I?”

He leaves kisses over your shoulder, slowly making his way to your ear. “My beautiful consort. My precious little love. My greatest creation.” He leans over your shoulder, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers.

“My bride.”

Come on, and feel alive, lover

Come on, and feel the love like a sinner

Shout it louder, shout it for the ones who could never say

I won't feel ashamed, mother

Can you break the chains off her?

Shout it louder, not a sinner, she's a lover

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Champagne & Sunshine

"all I want is champagne and sunshine, looking for a good time, sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight"

•pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Hughes!reader||Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader

• series summary: summary: Y/n Hughes, twin sister of Jack Hughes, accepts an invitation to move in with Trevor and Jamie after she’s forced to move to Anaheim for a job. Despite her older brother’s opinions, the young woman finds herself falling for both of her roommates…but which one does she fall for the hardest?

• chapter summary: You spend the last days of summer out on the boat with your brothers and best friends. During your boat day, a friend makes you an offer you can't refuse...

• word count: 2.3k

• warnings: Alcohol, alcohol consumption, underage drinking, language, allusions to sex/sexual content, NOT EDITED (there are definitely errors, i apologize lol)

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July 28, 2023

Michigan

Today was the "last day of summer" according to your twin brother, Jack. This evening, you, your brothers, Quinn's girlfriend and Trevor Zegras were out on the boat at the Hughes lake house one last time before everyone had to go their separate ways for the upcoming NHL season. It was tradition at this point for all of you to spend the last week July at the lake together.

"Quinn," your older brothers girlfriend, Emma, scolded while trying to hold back her laughter, "if you take one more sharp left I will puke in this boat."

Emma's statement made everyone on the boat laugh, herself included.

"Alright, alright," Quinn spoke, his laughter dying down, "I'll stop with the turns." He turned the boat with ease this time, making Emma let out a sigh of relief. You chuckled at your friend, handing her a Twisted Tea as she sat down next to you on the cushions. Her face turned in disgust as she took the can from you and shook her head, "Not the Twea."

You scoffed lightly, reaching out to take the can from your friend. However, you were interrupted by a tanned, tattooed arm reaching out in front of you instead.

"Don't mind if I do," Trevor leaned over you and snatched the Twisted Tea out of Emma's hand, cracking it open and chugging the can. He threw it to the floor of the boat, letting out a soft "Ah" as he wiped the liquid that dribbled down his chin.

"Jesus Z," Jack breathed out a laugh as he watched his friend down the Twea like it was nothing. You looked at the boy with wide eyes, watching him shrug it off like it was nothing. You shook yourself out of your thoughts and gently kicked Jacks shin, pointing at the cooler full of Red White and Berry Smirnoff's. He reached into the cooler, pulling out one for you and one for him. He tossed the bottle to you, which you caught with ease.

"Thanks J." You smiled at your twin brother as you popped the cap off the bottle, brining it up to your lips and taking a generous swig of the blue liquid. You let out the same soft "Ah" that Trevor did as you took the bottle away from your lips. You held the bottle in your hands as you re-situated yourself on the bench, leaning against the arm rest side and swinging your legs up off the ground and onto Trevor's lap. As soon as your legs hit his thighs, he placed a hand on your knee. You brought the bottle of Smirnoff Ice back to your lips, throwing your head back and closing your eyes in content as you down the bottle. You opened your eyes and looked around the boat, a small smile pulling at your lips as you looked around at everyone on the boat. Spending the last couple weeks of the offseason with your brothers and best friends was bliss. Pure bliss.

Emma was sitting on Quinn's lap, the two of them singing along to the radio while drinking their seltzers. Quinn’s arm was wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her upper thigh as his fingertips slowly moved back and forth across her soft, tan skin.

Luke was leaning back on a chair, a beer in his hands and his head leaned back with his eyes closed. He looked extremely content.

Jack was scrolling on his phone while occasionally sipping on his Smirnoff Ice. He too looked content with what was happening around him.

You turned your attention to the boy next to you. Your twins best friend, who has become your friend over the years, too. Trevor was humming softly to the sounds of Champagne & Sunshine as his veiny hands stroked your freshly shaved tan legs sensually and slowly. You looked over at him, admiring how Trevor's beautiful tanned skin looked in the golden sunlight, how his clenched jaw stuck out on his face and how his tattooed arm looked stroking your leg. Trevor felt your gaze on him, causing him to look over at you. He smirked softly as one of his hands trailed up to your hip, his fingers started to toy with the baby blue strings of your bikini bottoms. You looked at the brunnete boy sitting next to you, slowly shaking your head at him and his antics. Trevor just kept that teasing smirk on his lips as his long fingers continued to toy with the strings resting on your hips. Your breath hitched in your throat as you kept your eyes locked on Trevor's blue ones. He shouldn't be making you feel this way...you thought...maybe it's just the alcohol making you feel like this.

"Ahem."

The sound of Jack clearing his throat made you and Trevor snap your attention over to where your twin brother was sitting. He was giving the two of you a pointed look as Trevor slowly brought his hand away from your hip, letting it rest on your knee instead.

"Do you need us to leave?" Quinn teased with a laugh, his girlfriend laughing along with him, "because we will." She added. You rolled your eyes at your friend as you took your legs off of Trevor's lap, hoping the action would ease the teasing from your brothers and best friend.

"That would be great." Trevor said, playing right along with the joke. You could feel the blush rise to your cheeks at his comment. Ever since Jack introduced the two of you years ago, you and Trevor have always been a bit flirty with each other. Flirting with Trevor was just natural to you, and he felt the exact same way.

You just shook your head, groaning softly as you listened to Jack and Trevor go back and forth for a moment. The playful banter stopped at the sound of Luke clearing his throat this time. Your eyes snapped up to your younger brother, eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. He discreetly pointed over in the direction of Quinn and Emma. You, Jack, Trevor and Luke all averted your gaze over to the front of the boat, eyes widening when you noticed what Luke was talking about.

Emma had her arms wrapped around Quinn's neck as she straddled him, her lips connected to his collar bone as his hands trailed dangerously low down her tan body. Quinn let his hands rest on her butt, giving each cheek a generous squeeze as he moaned softly at the feeling of her lips moving to his stubbled jawline.

Trevor wolf whistled at the two as Luke groaned in both embarrassment and disgust.

"Oh come on," you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. Your older brother feeling up your best friend was not something you wanted to see.

"Jesus..."Jack trailed off, groaning just like the younger Hughes, "Could you maybe not do that, on the boat, in the middle of the lake, please?"

Quinn cleared his throat and removed his hands from Emma's ass, gently pushing his girlfriend away from his touch. "Sorry." He said sheepishly, a light blush creeping up his neck. Emma got off of Quinn's lap, scoffing lightly as she sat down on the cushion next to him. "I'm not," she said, a sly smirk adorning her lips, "I'm horny as fuck."

Jack and Luke groaned once again, "Oh you did not..."

Trevor broke out in a cackle as you scolded your best friend.

"Emma!"

"What?!"

"You can't just say that." You said, letting out a laugh in disbelief. "But it's true," she said, defending herself, "all this alcohol has me worked up."

Jack cleared his throat as he cracked open a beer, "Then maybe you should stop drinking."

"I second that." Luke said, nodding in agreement. Emma got up and walked over to the cooler, grabbing a Smirnoff Ice and popping the cap off. She took a generous swig and sat back down next to Quinn. She sighed contently as she swung her legs up on Quinn's lap.

"In your dreams, boys." She said, making Quinn's lips curl up into a smile as he started caressing his girlfriends legs. Luke sighed as Jack mumbled incoherently under his breath. Trevor was still laughing at Emma and Quinn, his little giggles making you chuckle too. You took this opportunity to bring your legs back up on Trevor's legs. You missed the way his fingertips felt brushing against your thighs. As soon as the back of your legs fell onto Trevor's purple swim trunk cladded thighs, his hands were instantly on your shins, stroking your skin softly back and forth, back and forth. A small smile pulled at your lips as you looked over at your brothers friend, his smile matched yours as he gazed at you.

"Enough about Quinn and Emma," Jack spoke, shooting the couple a teasing smirk before he turned to you, "Y/n/n, have you heard anything about your new job?"

Ah, your new job. It was a touchy subject for a while as you didn't know where you would be moving to for a majority of the summer. You've always had a passion for writing and journalism, and luckily enough you were offered an internship for a newspaper company in Los Angeles, California. However, you didn't find out it was in LA until a couple days ago. You also didn't find out that you were expected to be in LA in two weeks...Moving to California was going to change your lifestyle a lot, especially since you had no clue where you would be living.

"Well," you breathed out, "I actually got a call from my boss a couple days ago..." you trailed off, looking at everyone on the boat. You sighed softly before continuing, "I have to be in LA in two weeks."

Quinn choked on his beer, "T-two weeks?" You nodded, "Yup," you said, popping the p, "two weeks."

"Wow." was all Jack could say.

"Yeah..." you trailed off, "Communication hasn't been great so far, but the pay is worth it." You joke lightly, making Emma smile and nod. She understood, she always understood.

Quinn cleared his throat, looking at you with concern etched on his features, "Have you found a place yet out there?" You shook your head, gulping before you spoke, "Not yet. Everything I've glanced at is way too expensive and I need roommates to even afford anything."

Jack hummed as he looked like he wanted to say something. However, he was cut off by Trevor.

"You can live with Jimmy and I."

Your head snapped to look over at the boy sitting to your right. Your eyebrows raised and eyes widened in shock at the Ducks player's suggestion.

"R-really?"

Trevor shrugged, "Yeah. Other guy bailed on us before I left for Michigan. We've been looking for another roommate since." He explained like it wasn't a big deal. You nodded slowly as you considered Trevor's offer.

It was very sweet of him to offer you a room in his and Jamie's house, but you weren't sure if it would be right for you to accept his offer. What would Jamie think about you moving in? What did your brothers think? You've seen the guys place, could you even afford rent?

"Plus," Trevor added, "it saves you from having to live with strangers."

Jack scoffed, "Yeah, instead she gets to live with you morons." Emma's mouth hung open in shock, "Be nice, Jackie. Jimbo is a sweetie," she shot Trevor a teasing wink as she continued, "Z is the only moron she'll be living with."

Trevor flipped Emma off, making the brunette girl laugh, "Love you too Trev." Trevor just rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to you.

"We'd love to have you, Y/n/n." Trevor said softly, giving you a pleading look. He really wanted you to move in with him and Jamie. You smiled softly at Trevor before you looked around the boat, noticing how your brothers were staying silent. They were letting you make the decision, without giving you any of their opinions. Which you appreciated--even though you knew you'd hear all of them at some point.

You took a moment and considered your options. There was a lot of unknown moving to Anaheim with Trevor, but you really did need a place to live...

"OK." was all you said after a moment of silence.

"OK?" Trevor asked, his blue eyed gaze hopeful as he awaited more confirmation from you.

"I'll move in with you."

Trevor grinned widely at your response, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face as butterflies swarmed in your belly at his reaction.

"You are going to love it out there, Y/n/n." Trevor said, excitement lacing his tone. You chuckled softly, "I bet I will."

You didn't know if it was the right thing to do...but your decision was final.

You were moving to Anaheim.

You were going to be living with Trevor and Jamie. Two NHL players. Two best friends. Two guys who you've only ever visited, not lived with.

This should get interesting...

hi loves!!

so this start was kinda meh. BUT it is just the introduction, and if you've ever read my writing, you know the first chapter or two are a little meh and slow.

I promise this will get MUCH better, especially the further we get into the series—which I am SO excited for you all to read!! I have so many fun ideas planned for this series. it's the perfect mix of fluff, smut, and angst. so get ready...👀

thank you for your continued love and support. it means so much to me! I know a majority of my followers are here for Joe burrow, but I wanted to take a break from writing about him so I could write about my other favorite guys, too🤍

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Shared Experience - Chapter 10

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating: E

Warnings: Injuries, blood, blood-drinking, sex talk and touching.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 1972

Summary: Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers. A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night. Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences. Can a vampire become an Avenger? Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 10

Blood spilled into Rose’s mouth and down her chin, warm, salty, and nourishing. Rose tried to turn her head, to pull away, to stop from swallowing the very thing that could keep her alive. She had never wanted something as much as this before, yet simultaneously she wanted it to stop, to push away and fight this from happening. Steve was trying to feed her after spending months telling her no and she wanted it so badly, but if she started, she wasn’t sure that she could stop.

There was no stopping it. Her injuries were too severe and even if she was strong enough physically to push him away, when she was this close to death she lost all humanity. The instinct to survive pushed away all mortal thoughts and her body acted outside her control. It would have been hard not just to bite him if he wasn’t bleeding freely into her mouth. The fact he was, made it impossible.

She latched on, her hands going to his forearm and holding it in place as she drank. Each swallow of the thick hot liquid reenergized her. Her wounds knitted and her flesh filled back out. Color returned to her skin. The heat from the blood radiated through her until she felt like a furnace in the middle of the snowy forest.

Never had she felt the effect of blood so fully and to such an extreme as drinking from Steve now. It was like drinking straight from the sun. His blood surged through her, making her feel stronger and more alive than she could ever remember feeling. Within minutes, she felt strong enough to run again, yet she couldn’t pull herself away.

Steve moaned. It was a low and deep sound that reverberated out from his chest. She looked up at him. His head had lolled back on his shoulders and the look of pure bliss etched into his features made her tingle right through to her core. She knew what it was like for the people she fed from. The near-orgasmic feeling that vampires created for their victims was a defense mechanism. It stopped them from struggling and meant the Vampire had more control over the outcome.

God, how she wished this wasn’t happening like this. In the middle of the Russian Wilderness, buried in snow, and surrounded by HYDRA was not where she wanted to be sharing this with Steve. She wanted to do this at home, in her bed, his cock buried as deep into her cunt as he could go. She reached down and put her hand on his cock. He was rock hard, even through the thick fabric of his combat wear she could feel the press of his cock. He moaned again and pulled her closer to him. “Rose…”

It was her name that snapped her out of it. The way he breathed it, the love that it carried even in the throes of pleasure. She released him and pulled back, scrambling away from him. She needed a moment to compose herself and while the wound on his wrist was still open, she wouldn’t be able to. It would heal quickly now she wasn’t feeding - another side effect of her feeding. The wounds healed with no scar, so no one could guess what had happened.

Steve looked up at her dazed. “Rose?” he asked.

“Just give me a second,” she panted. Not that she was breathing heavily. She wasn’t breathing at all. It was just a way to regulate the blood flow and shake off the feeding frenzy that had taken over her. “Are you okay? Did I drink too much?”

Steve shook his head and looked down at his wrist. The wound was mostly healed and he rubbed his hand over it. “I’m okay… what was that?”

“That’s why it’s taken me so long to separate feeding from sex,” she said. “Are you sure you’re okay? We should probably get out of here.”

He stood and while he still looked a little dazed, he was steady on his feet. She stood, shaking off the layer of snow that was clinging to her. “We should find the others,” she said. “I’ll need to go to ground soon. Dawn is coming.”

Steve pointed the way he came. “It’s that way, but we’ll have to move fast if you’re going to make it.”

“I guess we’ll go as far as I can. If I need to bury myself, that’s okay. You can mark it and find me tomorrow night,” she said.

He nodded. “Let’s go,” he said.

The two began to run, tearing along the frozen landscape toward the rest of the Avengers. The cold air stung Rose’s cheeks, yet she couldn’t remember ever feeling warmer or more alive. Something about Steve’s blood had invigorated her. It had given her some sense of life again. More than that, it made her feel slightly high.

She kept her pace steady despite wanting to take off and test her limits. She thought with this new boost she could run over water. She felt invincible.

At the speed they moved, she was sure she’d find the jet and the others before the sun rose. Unfortunately, she’d misjudged exactly how long she’d been awake for. Lethargy began to kick in and she felt the animalistic urge to start to dig. She kept pushing, determined to find something, and just as the first rays of light rose to the East, she spotted a small ice fishing cabin. There were no signs of life around at all and while there was the risk of someone coming during the day, with all the HYDRA activity in the area, it was safe to assume no one would be coming to use it.

Surprising as it was to find any shelter in the Russian wilderness, the fact she could see sunlight and yet was both still awake and not burning was more surprising.

She pointed at the cabin to Steve. “I’m going there. I need to get out of the open.”

He simply nodded and she ran as fast as she could, a mere blur in the snow, pushing the limits of her abilities. Her skin was starting to blister and her energy waned as she reached the building that was no more than a box with a slanted roof. With a massive heave, she shoved the pile of snow away from the door, yanked it open, and hurried inside. Once out of the sun, her skin immediately healed, giving her an almost tanned look. The cabin had bunks built into the far wall, each with a lumpy hole-ridden mattress and dusty blankets piled on them. Closer to the door was a wood stove, and some shelves with tinned food and a bottle of what looked like moonshine. Rose didn’t take long to take it in. She rushed to the bed, pulled down the upper mattress to create a walled box under the lowest bunk, grabbed the blanket, and crawled under it. As soon as the blanket was covering her entire body, her eyes closed. She had lost consciousness before Steve had even reached the cabin.

Rose woke all at once. She had expected to be colder than she was, but aside from the fact that whatever was in Steve’s blood had made her own body heat to above the ambient temperature, warmth radiated out from the other side of the room. She shimmed out under the mattress that was protecting her from the light. Steve was sitting on a rickety fold-out chair by the stove, looking over something on his tablet. With the large coat he had on, he looked far too big for the chair and she wondered how it was even still in one piece.

He looked up at the sound and a smile lit up his features. “Wow,” he said. “You look - different.”

She looked down at herself to try and see what he was talking about. All she could see was the tattered ruins of her uniform. She didn’t need coats like the others, but the outfit covered her neck to toe, including her hands. There was a tear in the fabric on her chest, but the wound under it was completely healed. “What is it?”

“You have a tan,” he said. “I was worried when the sun came up. You normally go into autopilot as soon as it gets close to dawn so you get somewhere dark and protected. What happened?”

She shook her head. “Your guess is as good as mine. I felt that urge, but I was able to overrule it, and when the sun started coming up, it burned but -” she shrugged. “I guess it was your blood. The super-serum. I feel - alive. Or as close to it as I have been since I was turned.”

Steve seemed to assess her. The weight of his gaze was heavy and she felt like she was under a magnifying glass. She wrapped her arms around her body, almost as if she was trying to protect herself. “Is it always like that?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“The way you felt?” she asked. He gave a short nod in reply. “Yes. I think it’s a survival thing. It’s safer for us if you enjoy the experience.”

He didn’t say anything and she started to worry his feelings had changed about her. She hadn’t wanted this. She’d tried to resist feeding from him, but he’d forced it. “Are you angry with me?” she asked.

He blinked and shook his head. “Oh god, no,” he said, holding out his arms. She moved into them instinctively and he held her close to his chest. The steady even thud of his heart soothing her along with the strong arms. “No, honey. How could I be angry with you? You’ve never lied to me about what you are. This is just new - for both of us. I wonder what it means.”

“I’m sure it will wear off,” she said. “Like when you eat white bread. A blood sugar spike and then drop. By the time I need to feed again, it’ll be like it never happened.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I guess we’ll see.”

Rose closed her eyes and just let Steve hold her. Yesterday had been a lot. She’d had worse days in her life, but they’d been a long time ago. Never had she had someone there to just comfort her like this after so much stress and pain. Usually, the person she had to be with after it, was the same person who had inflicted the pain in the first place.

She pulled back slowly and looked up at him. “Should we find the others?” she asked.

Steve laughed. “Oh, they’re just outside,” he said. He opened the door of the cabin to show her the view of the lake. On the far side, the lights from the Quin reflected off the ice from the lake, glittering like stars. The sounds of the rest of the team talking and preparing to leave floated over on the arctic wind. “I stayed here through the day. I thought a wood cabin near a town and a HYDRA base might be a little risky to leave you unguarded. If someone else came to use it or hide in it, they’d just need to start a fire and that would be the end of you. The rest of the team was off finalizing everything. SHIELD arrived. They made their arrests. The base is in the process of being cleared out of illegal equipment.”

Rose sighed in relief and leaned against him again. “So we can go home?”

“Yeah, we have some prisoners that need to be taken to the Raft,” he said. “But yes, we can go home.”

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