#always looking for recs 👀

[pangur-and-grim]

listing my favourite games of all time, because the urge struck me!

Disco Elysium

Return of the Obra Dinn

Night in the Woods

The Stillness of the Wind

Stardew Valley

Undertale

Lisa the Painful

Elden Ring

Darkest Dungeon

Oxenfree

Doki Doki Literature Club

We Know the Devil

[bloodydeanwinchester]

okay after reading 91w and the leap this past week i am in the mood for more 20th century historical aus! are there any others that are really good???

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "HEAR ME OUT... dealer!colby x reader👀? (colby's her weed dealer..?)"

Warnings: SMUT18+, dealer!Colby, strong language, mentions of weed, smoking, driving while under the influence (please don't ever do that), sex as payment, teasing, heavy flirting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), slight squirting, rough unprotected sex, biting, creampie, nasty filth - this is your second warning :)

Word Count: 5.3k | not really edited

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You exhaled the smoke with a sigh, "We're almost out." You looked around the group and they all groan.

Sam takes the half smoked blunt from your hands and nudges you as he takes a drag, "Why don't you call up that dealer of yours, y/n."

Your eyes go wide, "Sam. Don't."

"Oh come on." He passes the blunt to Jake and looks back at you, "Why not?" You roll your eyes, "Because.. it's not like that."

"What it like then?" Jake asks leaning around Sam, smirking at you as the smoke leaves his lips, "You can't fall for your drug dealer. Nothing good ever comes out of that."

"Nothing is going to come out of it because I don't like him like that." You cross your arms, leaning back in your chair, "But I do like weed, and he's the only one who ever seems to have so.."

You pull your phone out, clicking on the name.

Colby Brock.

Hey, it's y/n.

You rest your phone in your lap, sighing as you look up, waiting for an answer, "Is one of you sober enough to drive?"

They all laugh and Sam looks at you, "I can drive you."

"No you can't." You laugh and watch as he stands up, "What are you doing, Golbach?"

"I'll put on a full sobriety test for you right now." He laughs and the group cheers him on. You roll your eyes, picking up your phone when it vibrates.

I know who you are. Whatcha lookin for?

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, zoning out as you focus on texting Colby back.

I think you know exactly what I'm looking for. I have some friends over tonight.

You see the text bubbles pop up instantly and you try not to show that this excites you.

You have friends over and didn't invite me? Ouch.

You laugh slightly, sighing as you type.

I didn't think you'd want to hang out with me.

You rest your phone down, looking up to see Sam balancing on one of the patio loungers, "Sam. Get down before you break your neck or something."

He laughs and jumps down, "Are we a go?"

"Not yet. He hasn't said if he's home or not." You check your phone, nothing, so you set it back down, kinda irritated with yourself.

"Drug dealers are always home, y/n." Jake laughs and you shrug, "Not mine. He has a life outside of his business."

"And how would you know that?" Jake raises his brows, smirking slightly and you change your answer, "I don't.. I'm just saying he might."

"Uh huh. Sure."

Your phone vibrates and you look down, nodding as you read the text.

I'm just pickin, y/n. Of course you can come over, just let me know when you're on your way.

"We're good." You look back down and type.

I'll be there soon.

"Alright. See you guys in a few." Sam grabs his keys and you roll your eyes, "Don't break anything while I'm gone."

They all laugh and wave you off as you walk out the gate with Sam, "Are you good to drive?" He looks back at you, "Y/n. If I didn't think I could, I wouldn't have offered."

"Alright." You sigh, giving in just because you wanted to see Colby. You get in, buckling up before punching in the address to Sam's car gps.

"You have that memorized?" He laughs and you nod, "I've been there enough to know." You laugh and he starts driving, glancing over at you once you reach the first red light, "Are you guys hooking up?"

You snort, "Oh my god, Sam. No. He's my weed dealer."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. But you seem very excited to go see him." Sam starts driving and you shake your head, "I'm not excited to see him, I'm excited to get more weed."

That's a lie. A complete lie. You liked being around Colby. He seemed to like you, and although you weren't sure if it was so you'd keep coming back to buy from him or what, you liked it.

And it works because you go back to him.

And only him.

"I just don't need you getting caught up in his more than weed bullshit." Sam pulls up from your thoughts and you sigh, "From what I know.." you look at him, "Which isn't much.. he only sells weed. Maybe coke? I don't know. I don't ask."

"He has good weed, I'll give him that." Sam chuckles and you nod, "He really does." You giggle and point, "Pull up behind that car."

"Is that his car?" Sam nods towards the blacked out Mercedes and you nod, "I don't know, this is a richy neighborhood so, not sure."

It was definitely his car. You've seen him get out of it one time when you got here too early.

"It's nice, whoever it belongs to." Sam looks over at you, "Text me if you need anything." You smile, "I'll be fine, Sam." You open the door, "I'll be right back."

You get out, making your way through the small alley between the houses and walk up to the back door. It always shocks you that Colby lives in a regular looking house. It's a nice, very rich looking house, but you always pinned him with having a penthouse suite with smoke filling all the rooms and parties every weekend.

But to you, that was just the drug dealer stereotype.

Colby was.. different.

You knock and wait a few seconds before the door opens. You look up, smiling at Colby through the screen door, "Hey."

He pushes the door open and nods for you to come in, "What's up?" He watches you walk by him, checking behind you to make sure no one else is with.

"Not much, really." You stop, turning towards him. He shuts the door, locking it before turning towards you, "Nothing at all?" He chuckles and you shake your head, "Same old, you know."

You laugh slightly and he nods, "I gotta admit, I was kinda shocked to see you texted me with your name."

"I thought you didn't save the numbers of your customers so.." you shrug and he smirks, "not the ones I don't like seeing."

Your heart skips a beat and you smile, "Well thanks." You try to play it cool, you don't want to seem too excited.

"How much are we looking at getting, today Miss y/n?" Colby walks in to his living room, you following behind him, "Um.. I have like six people at my house right now so enough to get me through tonight yet."

"Oh so you can text me and come back tomorrow for more?" He winks and looks down at his stash.

Maybe it was the pot you smoked before, but you felt a weird wave of confidence wash over you, "You're catching onto my tactic, Colbs. Gonna have to switch it up soon."

He looks up at you, a huge smile resting on his face, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" You ask walking over and sitting down in the chair. He shrugs, "You tell me." You lean back, crossing your leg over the other, "Tell you what?"

He leans back as he ties the bag closed, "That I'm your favorite dealer and you can't help but stay away from me."

"You're my only dealer and well.." you smirk as you shrug and tilt your head, "You're not, fully, wrong."

"What am I wrong about then?" He tosses the bag on the table and leans back, "Why don't you enlighten me?"

You remembered that Sam is in the car waiting, "maybe.." you stand up, pulling money from your pocket, "When I see you next, yeah?" You toss the money on the table and reach down to grab the baggie but Colby snatches it away before you can get it in your grasp.

You tilt your head up slightly, looking at him through your lashes, "Is that not enough?"

"Oh no, it's plenty." He leans back, legs spread as his hands rests on his thighs, "you always have to leave so soon, don't you?"

You tilt your head, standing up slowly, "I have a friend waiting for me in the car."

"Oh do ya?" He tisks his tongue, "What a shame."

"Why do you say that?" You lick your lips, crossing your arms as you watch him look up at you. He shrugs, rolling the bag in his fingers, "maybe.. I'll tell you when I see you next, yeah?"

You smirk as he uses your words against you, "Tomorrow?"

He raises his eyebrows, "Yeah. Yeah." He hands you the bag and you gently take it from his open hand, "I'll text you tomorrow. If I'm free, you know." He chuckles and you roll your eyes, "Uh huh."

You smirk as you shove the bag into your jacket pocket, "I'll be free, so.." you purse your lips, "I have to get back to my friends."

"Oh yeah, the party I wasn't invited to." He smirks as he stands up and you point to the door, "Wanna follow us back over?"

He shakes his head, "Nah, I'm not really into group things." He chuckles and you scoff, a laugh quickly following behind, "oh, god. Colby. it's not.. a group thing if that's what you mean."

He shrugs, "You never know." His eyes scan over your face and he bites his lip, letting it pull slowly between his teeth, "Don't wanna keep your friend waiting any longer, right?"

As much as you wanted to say fuck it, and let Sam sit, you had enough respect for him to not do that, "Yeah.. I guess you're right."

You nod to Colby, "Thank you. Again."

He smiles, "I'm always here." He winks and you turn to walk out the door, moving around the banister to walk down the ally.

You speed up your walk to the car and open the door, plopping in with a smile.

"Take it that it went good?" Sam asks with a laugh and you look at him, "Yeah. It always does." You try to play it down, but you can't help but to think about the flirting that just went down.

Colby has an effect on you and you like it.

A lot.

"So what.. you guys get a quickie in or wh-"

"Sam!" You scoff, "Oh my god." You try to fight off your smile, "I wish. But no."

"Gross. That's - no. I didn't need to hear that." Sam pretends to gag as he starts driving, "But on a serious note.." he glances over at you and you know a lecture is in the works.

"What's the serious note, Sam?" You shift slightly and look over at him as you rest your elbow on the door, "If you're going to tell me that Jake was right, and that nothing good ever comes from seeing your dealer.. I know.. and that's why I haven't jumped his bones yet."

He raises his brows, looking over at you quickly before looking back to the road, "Yeah.. I mean.. yeah.." he laughs slightly, "That's what I was going to say."

You laugh, "Colby flirts with me.. yes. But I think that he does that with all of his other female customers. You know, so they keep coming back to him." You shrug, "he's very nice looking, I'll be honest, and yes. I would like to, you know.."

Sam cringes and shakes his head slightly, "uh huh."

"But if I did that, and it blew up, I'd have to find another dealer or I'd quit smoking all together."

Sam looks at you shocked, "You'd.. quit smoking over a guy?" He snorts, "Really?"

You sigh, "Okay. No. Probably not. That's a bit drastic." You laugh, "Kind of. I don't know. I'd just.. i don't know, you have a dealer so you'd be the one we go to."

"Colby has good shit. So in my own.. selfish needs.. please don't blow this." Sam smirks, "Plus.. how do you know he's worth all the hype you tell yourself?"

You shrug, "hard to explain. Maybe you can come in with me next time and see for yourself."

"I'm fine in the car." He says quickly, "I don't need to be doused in all the sexual tension you say there is."

"Good choice." You laugh and watch out the window as he drives you both back to your house.

You knew it was there. As soon as your eyes meet his you get this feeling in the pit of your stomach but the advice, if that's what you want to call it, that Sam and Jake tell you steer you away because you were kind of afraid of rejection.

Especially from Colby.

He's hot. Mysterious, and kinda dangerous.

But that turned you on. Made you want him even more. Even if it was just for one night.

You needed to have him. There was this.. hunger, inside of you that wanted him and only him. No matter the cost because you knew in your heart he wanted you, too.

And you were determined to get him. No matter what anyone said to try and steer you away.

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The sun shining through your open blinds makes you groan as you roll away to try and avoid it. You took a deep breath, yawning as you sit up.

You take a minute, thinking about the smoke session from last night. Laughing to yourself as you remember all the funny stuff that was said and done.

You bite down on your lip as you remember going to get more weed from Colby. How he flirted with you effortlessly, and how you flirted with him.

You grab your phone, checking to see if he messaged you.

And he did.

Did you go through all of it yet?

That was sent at four thirty two this morning. Right after you decided to call it a night and head to bed.

You mentally curse yourself, mad at yourself because you could have been talking to him. But that's alright, it gives you a chance to take a sober minute and actually think about how you wanted to play this game.

You bite down on your lip as your thumbs pluck the keyboard.

Not all of it, but it definitely won't be enough to last me.

You set your phone down on the bed as you stand up, walking over to grab a change of clothes. You grab your phone before heading to the shower.

As you turn the shower on, you hear your phone buzz, but you don't jump. You get in the shower, closing the door and try not to overthink everything.

Colby does want you, but he won't tell you that. You don't know it, but he has rules. He doesn't hook up with customers, but he has a hard time with you.

As you get out, you wrap a towel around your body and swipe the steam from the mirror away with your hand. You stare at yourself, thinking about the only thing that's really been on your mind lately.

You tap your phone, leaning forward so it'll unlock and your eyes scan over Colby's texts.

You know where to find me. I'll be around today, if you wanted to bang.

I mean hang. Or whatever. lol

Your stomach flips. Or whatever. You bite your thumb nail, sighing to calm your excitement.

I just got out of the shower. I can get dressed and come over?

You walk back over to your room, tossing the original pick of clothes to the floor as you look for something a little more - intriguing.

Your phone buzzes on your dresser and you pick it up. Smirking as you read his response.

Let me know when you're on your way. I'll leave the door unlocked for you.

You smile, texting back a simple, sounds good, before you go back to scouring your closet.

You opt for a simple, yet like you wanted, intriguing look. A pair of black ripped skinny jeans. A cropped white tank top along with cropped dark jean jacket, and black ankle boots.

You finished getting ready and picked up your phone, hands kinda shaking nervously as you type your, I'm ready. Leaving soon, message to Colby.

You grab your bag, making sure you have everything before walking to your car. You take a deep breath, looking at your phone as you read over Colby's text.

Great. See you soon, y/n.

Your heart skips a beat as you put the car in reverse, backing out of your driveway.

You were sober.

Your thoughts about Colby were still clear, and most definitely there.

As you drive over, your fingers tap the steering wheel, anxiously trying to keep the scenarios out of your mind because you don't want to get your hopes up completely.

You pull up behind his car, parking and shutting the engine off. You grab your phone, I'm here. I'll come to the back.

You get out, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and shutting your door. You force yourself to walk, calmly to the back because your excitement was racing sky high.

You honestly didn't know what to expect.

As you walk up the steps, the door opens and Colby pushes the screen door open, "Hello again." You look up, flashing him a smile as you walk by him, "Hey."

He shuts the doors, walking by you to lead you into the living room, "Sleep good?"

You laugh slightly, setting your bag down with a nod, "Oh yeah. I couldn't get them to leave, I was falling asleep before even making it up to my bed."

Colby chuckles, leaning back against the couch, "I would have just went to bed."

"I didn't want to leave them unsupervised." You laugh and sit down, crossing your leg over the other, "I didn't have anything specific planned today, so sleeping in was alright."

"Seemed to work out pretty good." Colby smiles and points, "You wanna.." he trails off watching as you look from him to the tray on the table. You nod, "Please."

You shift through your bag, "fuck." You plop your hand on your bag, looking up at him, "I don't have my wallet."

He furrows his brows, "You.. want to pay me for the joint I offered you?"

You laugh slightly, "No - ah, I mean I was going to see if I could get more but I do-"

He cuts you off, "I'm sure we can come up with a payment arrangement. No worries, sweetheart."

You slowly pull your bag off your lap, plopping it back in the floor, "I'm sure we can."

He smirks as he twists the end of the joint, "Just a heads up, I have like two people coming today, not sure when, though."

You nod, "That's fine."

He lights up the joint, taking a drag. He holds the smoke in as he looks at you. He exhales, "Come on. I don't bite." He smirks as he holds the joint out infront of him.

You smirk, getting up to move next to him and he places the joint in between your lips, "Unless you want me to."

You take a drag, eyes staying locked on his. You pull it from your lips, smiling as you inhale deep. You blow the smoke out, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Oh, so you like being bitten?" His brow twitches and you shrug, "Depends on the person, I guess."

He nods, taking the joint from your fingers, "I see." He leans back next to you, picking up his phone from the arm rest of the couch, "Taylor will be here in five."

Your eyes scan over his screen and you can definitely tell it's a girl because on her end, the texts are flirty and cute.

But you can't help but smirk when you see his one to three word responses.

Colby looks at you, smirking, "You know.. I broke my rules for you."

Your eyes snap up to his, "Rules?"

He nods, "Rules. Yes."

You turn towards him, the weed relaxing you enough to egg him on, "Do tell, Mr. Brock."

He chuckles, taking a drag of the joint before handing it to you, "I don't invite people over." He watches you take a drag and his teeth hold his bottom lip, "Especially girls."

"Then why am I here?" You lean forward, taking the joint from his fingers and lean back, slipping the end between your lips and dragging.

Colby stares at you for a few seconds before smirking, "Because I think.." he leans in, eyes on yours, "..you like doing bad things.. with bad boys."

Before you exhale, he slides his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in just enough for your lips to brush his.

He inhales the smoke as you exhale.

You watch him leans back, smirking as he blows the smoke out, "am I right?"

You shrug, "I wouldn't say.. boys." You smirk, "There's only one, in particular.. and I just so happen to be doing something bad with him.. right now."

"I keep it short with the female customer side. I don't want anyone thinking anything, taking it the wrong way, ya know?" He ashes the joint and sets it down, "But you.."

"My friends.. would tease me about having a crush on you.. but I knew I was right." You cross your arms and shake your head slightly, "I was right."

"Right about what?" He smirks, resting his ankle on his knee, "I'm all ears."

You move closer to him, "There was no shortness." You lick your lips, looking up at him, "There was flirting."

"There sure was." Colby nods with a smirk, "I tried not to. The first couple of times you started coming to me. I did try. But I just couldn't help it."

As you go to lean in, a knock on the door cuts the interaction short.

"Fucking hell." Colby curses, "Why now?"

"It's fine. My only plans today are being here." You smirk and lean back as he stands up. He glances down at you, "Feel free to roll another one if you want."

You nod, smiling as you reach forward to do just as he says. You glance up, watching as the blonde walks through the door, "Hi Colby. Sorry I'm late. The traffic was awful." She smiles and he nods, "How much are you here for?"

You smirk, looking down as he gets right to the point.

"My usual." She giggles, "Colby you should know this by now."

He walks in, "An eighth? A quarter? Your order changes every time, Taylor.." He walks around, sitting down next to you as she stands on the other side of the coffee table, mumbling an almost audible, "Eighth."

You glance up at her, fighting a smirk as you notice her whole demeanor changed since she seen you, "Hey." You tilt your head, flashing her a smile as you twist the end of the cone.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, hi." She looks at Colby, "I was wondering if I could do half the payment now then the oth-"

Colby cuts her off with a hard, "No." He chuckles, shaking his head as he bags up the weed, "I don't do that half payment now, other half later bullshit. You know that."

"Are you sure because I can definitely give it to you Friday." She twirls her hair, trying to gain his attention back onto her.

He looks up at her, "It's full payment now or nothing, Taylor." He shrugs, "I don't know who told you I do payment plans, but you need to tell them that they're sadly mistaken."

You lean back, covering your smirk by holding the joint between your lips and lighting it.

"Yeah, I'll definitely tell them." she pulls money out of her back pocket. Colby reaches out for it, but she misses his hand, purposely, and drops it on the table, "That enough?"

He picks it up, counting it, "Sure is. Enjoy." He goes to hand her the bag, but misses her hand, on purpose of course.

She scoffs, "Is this really how you're going to treat me?"

"You get what you give, Taylor. Maybe next time come in here with some respect." Colby stares up at her until she sighs, "Fine."

She bends down, grabbing the bag and walking away. Colby reaches over, plucking the joint from your hand as he yells a sarcastic, "Have a great day."

You giggle, "That was so mean."

He chuckles, "She wasn't going to disrespect me. I won't allow it."

"Yeah, it took all I had to tell her to stop being a bitch." You watch as he takes a drag and exhales, "I would have loved to see it."

"Maybe next time." You wink as you smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him take another drag.

"So.." he passes you the joint after ashing it, "Where were we?"

You take a drag, holding it in as you tilt your head. You exhale, "I think..." you move closer, "I was about to kiss you."

"I like where this is going." He brushes hair from your face, moving it behind your shoulder, "I think we have some time before the last person shows up.. so.."

You set the joint in the ash tray and move to straddle him. His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and give your ass a squeeze. Your eyes scan over his face, locking eyes with his slightly red and blue ones before you dip your head down and lock lips with his.

He groans against you, pulling you closer and you feel the hard bulge of his jeans grind against you.

Your hands move to his hair, tugging slightly as his lips move down your neck. You let out a gasp as you feel him bite down gently.

Your hips move slowly as you feel him mark your neck, "Colby." You whimper quietly, "P-please."

"How bad do you want me, baby?" He leans back, looking up at you and you smirk, "About as bad as you want me."

He smiles, nodding, "You know that's a lot, right?"

You nod, "That's how much I want you."

He stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck. He walks you back the hall and into his room. He kicks the door shut before walking you over and your back meets the bed.

You sit up slightly, watching as he slips his black t-shirt off, revealing his very fit figure, "Fuck."

He smirks, "Let's see you do that too."

You smirk and sit up, kicking off your boots as you slip off your jacket and toss it, your tank following right behind.

"Shit." Colby whispers as he moves to lay his body over yours. He kisses your lips, moving down your neck and chest. He stops at your boob, taking your nipple in his mouth.

You moan, back arching as he sucks and flicks it with his tongue. Your hand lays on his head, curling his hair around your fingers, "Fuck, yes."

You look down at him and he looks up at you, popping off as he kisses down your torso. Your body jolts as his kisses slightly tickle, but your eyes watch as his hands undo your jeans.

You press your hands into the bed as you lift your hips to allow him to slip off both your jeans and panties in one swoop fell swoop.

He pushes your thighs apart, not giving you a second to process as he drops to his knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

He licks his lips before leaning in, attaching them to your clit. You gasp, arching your back as your brows furrow with the scrunch of your face, "S-shit. Yes."

He moans against you, moving his head down to slip his tongue into you. His hands grip your hips, pinning them down as he focuses on the taste of you.

He leans back, eyes locking on yours as your chest rises and falls quickly, "You taste better than I ever thought of."

You smile, biting your lip as you watch him lean back in. Two of his fingers drag up your thigh before they're brought to your center, rubbing gently before slipping inside.

You moan, clenching around him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly. His lips trail up your inner thigh, watching as you twist and turn as your orgasm builds up.

“You gonna cum for me?” His voice is low and you nod, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on.” His words bring you closer, “You look so pretty when you’re like this. On the verge of snapping.”

You let out a moan as you feel your body tense up and jolt. Liquid leaks out, indicating that he got you to squirt a tad bit, “Yeah, baby. That’s it.” Colby groans as his fingers curl, “Can you do it again for me?”

His lips attach to your clit and you let out a louder moan, whimpering as he gets you to squirt for him again.

“So fuckin’ hot.” He withdrawals his fingers, moving to stand up as he looks over you, “you’re worth breaking my rules for.”

You smile weakly at his words, opening your eyes to lock them on his. You reach up, whimpering as you motion for him to come to you.

He hovers his body over yours, brushing hair from your face. You can see his chin glisten in what little light that’s illuminating the room.

His lips crash onto yours and you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

His cock, that’s pressing teasingly against your pussy, starts to enter and you gasp as he continues to slide fully in.

“Colby.” Your voice is barely there, “Fuck.”

“You are incredible.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before leaning up. His hand lays on your throat, fingers hooking over your bottom row of teeth, “You look incredible like this.”

Your tongue runs over his fingers and he moves his hand so you can wrap your lips around them. Sucking as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.

“Rough, Colby.”

And with that, it wasn’t long until you’re flipped over, bent over with your ass in the air and chest pressed against the bed.

His hands tightly gripping your hips as you’re desperately clinging onto the blanket, knuckles white from holding so tight.

His thrusts are punishing. Hard, and fast.

“S-so close.” You moan out loudly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You push your hips back the best you can and Colby leans down, sliding his hand into your hair to lift your head.

His nose rubs the side of your face, “How close?”

“There.. almost there.” Your brain was foggy. You felt like you couldn’t comprehend words.

Colby had you a mess.

An absolute mess.

His hand moves from your hair, sliding around your throat. His thumb gently caresses your face before moving his hand further down to squeeze.

You squeak at the sudden loss of air, trying to moan but nothing is coming out.

Your vision goes black as you feel yourself squeeze his cock and release it as you cum.

He fucks you through your high, moaning lowly in your ear about how much of a good girl you’re being for him.

“Such a good fucking girl.” His lips drag back your cheek and his teeth sink into the lobe of your ear, “Taking me so fucking well.”

His hand releases your throat and you gasp, breathing heavy as you cheek and chest rest against the bed. You reach behind you, looking for his hand.

He grabs your wrist, pinning it down against your lower back, groaning as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Fuck.. where do you want me, y/n?”

In a breath, “Anywhere.”

“Say no more.” He smirks and bites his lip, tilting his head back as he gives you a few more thrusts before they turn sloppy.

He pushes his cock fully into you, moaning as he feels himself spill deep inside of you. He lets go of your hand, gently massaging your hips as he pulls out.

Your body falls onto the bed, collapsing from the exhaustion.

Colby lays next to you, brushes hair from your face with a smile, “You alright?”

You nod weakly, “I’m very alright.” You smile, sliding a hand over to lay on his chest, “Do you still want me to pay for my weed?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No.” he brings your hand to his lips, kissing gently, “this payment has been accepted.”

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Weekly Recap | September 9th-15th 2024

10 days until season 8!!! 👀

I'm gonna try and put together a rec of my favourite post-S6 and 7 fics before S8 starts!

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everything comes out teenage by Wildehack (tyleet)/ @wildehacked (First Date | 1K | Mature): “Hey,” Buck says carefully, remembering how he felt when it was his turn on Eddie’s side of the table. “You doing okay over there?”

Loving You is Easy by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Post-S7 Spec, Getting Together | 1K | General): Nothing good happens after 9:30, Abuela always said. Sometimes good things do happen after 9:30. Sometimes they're important too.

how to slay a dragon by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S7 Spec, Getting Together | 2K | General): Buck didn't know what to expect when he walked into the Han house. He definitely hadn’t expected to see Eddie sitting on the floor with Jee in front of him carefully french braiding her hair. He also hadn’t expected Eddie to be wearing a pink sparkly tiara. He definitely hadn’t expected Eddie to smile up at Buck when he saw him with soft eyes, eyes that didn’t feel like looking into an ocean of sadness, and carefully tie the end of one of the braids he was working on with a little bow. If Buck had ovaries he was pretty sure they would be exploding. 

Here's the Punchline... by misterbabygirl (Getting Together, Post-S4 | 2K | Teen): OR: The 118 find out about the will and start a running joke about Eddie being careful otherwise Buck would end up as a single parent. Eddie tries to make the same joke.

be someone by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Post-S7, Pre-Buddie | 2K | Teen): A call leaves Buck wondering if he’ll ever be a parent. Not just a donor, a dad. A great dad. Chimney tries to convince him of his qualities – and Eddie has a hard time staying quiet. or: eddie thinks buck already is someone to chris

encounters closer and closer by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Outsider POV, Media Fic | 2,5K | Teen): OR: a group of friends asks the question what's the deal with buckley and diaz?

the clarification of equilibrium by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Post-S7 Spec, Jealous Eddie, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “He leaned?” “Exactly. You know,” Eddie waves a hand. “Leaning.” Buck blinks. He knows he isn’t that drunk, but it honestly feels like he is. “You keep saying that word. I don’t think it means what-” “Leaning, Buck!” Eddie is clearly frustrated that Buck isn’t getting what he’s trying to say, but for two people who are usually on the same wavelength, who are often (lovingly) mocked for their ability to communicate without saying a word, Buck is hopelessly lost as far as this conversation goes. * ... or, the one where Eddie gets jealous about a conversation, and attempts to explain how body positioning works.

every dead-end street led you straight to me by ameliahart (Post-S7 Spec | 5K | Teen): Or, five times one of their exes mistakenly assumed Eddie was Buck's new boyfriend, and one time the ex was right.

i don't believe in god, but i believe that you're my savior by justhockey (Post-S7 Spec, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 6K | Teen): The first thing that happens is a Catholic church in the too-hot Texan heat; Eddie’s hands are damp with sweat and he wipes his palms across his best trousers. His Abuelo smacks the back of his hand to get him to stop and Eddie balls them into tiny fists, slips them beneath his thighs so he isn’t tempted to fidget. So he listens. Listens to the priest, and his droning, and his fire and brimstone, burning-in-hell, shameshameshame talk. The first thing that happens is Eddie is born. Born wrong, born twisted, born sinning. He spends the rest of his life trying to make up for it.

I'll Be Your Safe Haven by eightpackdiaz (Safe Haven Baby Box, Alternate Canon | 6K | Teen): A Safe Haven Baby Box is installed at the Station 118 firehouse. Buck's really good with the surrendered babies.

doesn't take a scientist to understand what's going on by Chash / @ponyregrets (Post-S7 Spec, Getting Together | 8K | Teen): Eddie is already struggling with having realized he has a thing for Buck and trying to figure out what to do about said thing when Buck finds out he needs glasses. Which means that Eddie also finds out he's really into Buck in glasses. He would prefer to not know this.

🔥 One Hundred Miles an Hour In My Head by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7 Spec, Jealous Buck | 8K | Teen): Buck sort of assumed that, at some point, he'd evolve out of being needy and insecure. And, to be fair, in some ways, he probably has. He feels a lot more confident existing in the world than he did when he was a kid. He's sure he has the right job, and he mostly thinks that if he got hurt badly enough that he couldn't be a firefighter anymore, he'd figure out another thing to do and another way to help people instead of spiraling like he did after his leg got crushed. He knows who he is, and he knows that he's valued for it. Sometimes, he even thinks stuff might someday be good with his parents. And then there's Eddie.

karma is a cat (purring in my lap) by cuddlyobrien (Post-S7 Spec, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 8K | Teen): Eddie finds a kitten, realizes he’s gay, falls in love with Buck and apologizes to Chris. Not in that order but kind of?

all of the girls you loved before by Wildehack (tyleet)/ @wildehacked (Post-S7, Getting Together | 9K | Explicit): Buck finishes the math on his fingers, and holds up one spread-wide hand. “Uh,” he says. “I mean, I’ve got a top five?” Everyone groans. - Buck's top five sexual experiences, plus one mediocre handjob.

Please (I've Been On My Knees) by Bookworm0303/ @insertlovelyperson (Canon, S2-S7, Post S7 Spec | 10K | Teen): The five times Buck and Eddie confide in one another about their failed relationships, and the one time they don’t have to.

Clammed Up by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Murder/Mystery | 11K | Teen): Captain Gerrard dies suspiciously at a murder mystery party held at Tommy Kinard's condo, with most of the 118 present. As the case unfolds, Athena finds she no longer knows who among her friends she can trust.

🔥 Next Best by Nejinee/ @nejineeee (A/B/O AU | 20K | Explicit): Eddie had been very clear that they needed to keep their relationship stuff off the job. That meant no make-outs, no groping of asses, and no sexy stuff. Buck was fine with that. (Part 2 of Second Best Series)

🔥 fuck it if i can't have us (series) by Wildehack (tyleet)/ @wildehacked (Post-S7 Spec | 2/? | 35K | Explicit)

i love you but i need another year (Post-S7, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 14K | Explicit): If Eddie were still a practicing Catholic, this is the kind of shit he’d go to confession about. — Eddie watches porn, experiences revelation, replies to a lot of text messages. down bad, crying at the gym (Post S7, BuckTommy Break-Up | 21K | Explicit): On Tuesday Buck tells Tommy he loves him. On Thursday he’s giving his best friend a ride to the airport, and they’re pulling up to LAX, and Eddie says “I love you.” — Buck cooks a lot of food, thinks about love, takes pictures of local wildlife.

WIP

how come everybody's dancing but you? by showedupatyourparty (Post-S7 Spec, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 1/4 | 7K | Mature): Buck feels guilty. Everyone he loves is going through something painful, difficult, or unexpected right now. And Buck is just…bisexual. It’s great that he’s figured it out, and it’s great that everyone has been so supportive, and Tommy is—Tommy is fine. The sex is good, at least. Consistent. When Buck gets a call from Eddie’s phone late on a Tuesday night in June, it’s cause for concern. * Buck unpacks his own feelings about his recently-discovered bisexuality. Eddie gets adopted by drag queens. They're both just trying their best to be happy.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 10/? | 18K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

[bandi-off]

Good jewish literature? Looking for recs 👀

EDIT:

Gosh, thank you EVERYONE for your contributions so far!! I didn't think for a second I'd get so much and so various recommendations, it is lovely to open the app and always have some new notes on this post of mine

As someone who's in his Very very first steps of conversion, I want to refreshen my reading experiences and leave behind the heavily Christian-influenced classics (which is not entirely wrong on its own!, it's just the same old, same old experience for me rn) and get in touch with more recent jewish literature, so I'm very thankful for helping me with this. I might pop up in later edits with my own recommendations!

[st-danger]

This is not depraved at all (unless you take it there somehow 👀)—so I will completely understand if you ignore this as it is not very on brand. We stan the king of ghoul rimming in this house. I really adore your fic about Copia coming home from tour and big boy Aeth sucking his brain out through his dick. I would love to know when the ghouls decided finally show Copia their faces and how it went. Even as itty bitty headcanons. Really glad to hear your surgery went well btw ♡ and thank you for sharing your writing with us! xx, @ghuleh-recs

It isn't actually an expressly forbidden thing. There's no rule that states the ghouls need their faces covered all the time, around the abbey. On stage, of course, but off? Imperator has never made any such decree. (Nihil never did, either, but we all know who's actually in charge.)

They prefer to keep masked when they aren't around only each other. The door to the ghoul common room is near an annex of the building and is locked for a reason; they prefer privacy. It's a lot of work to keep the human glamour going, and there's something about being seen in their true form, in any level, that feels intimate beyond words.

So, when Aether approaches Copia and lays a hand on his shoulder, leans in and invites him back after mass one night, Copia understands the gravity of the situation when he realizes what it is they want to share with him. And standing by the fireplace once inside, with his dear band ghouls surrounding him...he sees their eyes through the metal, knows how keenly he is being watched. Can feel nervousness that is not entirely his. It feels just as much that he's under a spotlight here, now, as it does when he's on stage for a ritual.

"Will you look human at all?" Copia asks softly, peering up at Aether.

"Some of us do," Aether murmurs. "More than Alpha and Omega. Any of the older ghouls."

He once heard Terzo describe looking at Omega's true face as "confusing". He never asked any follow up questions to clarify that statement, but he's always wondered if confusing meant strange to look at, or strange to look at because his human brain couldn't figure out exactly what it was looking at, in an Eldritch horror kind of way. If hellspawn are naturally just beyond what mortal minds can know.

"Are you sure?" Copia asks, though his hands are already reaching towards Aether's face. "You want me to see you?"

"We want you to know us," Aether replies simply, and carefully, so carefully, Copia slides off Aether's mask, like the metal might turn out to be sugar and splinter and break if he isn't gentle.

It's more human than he expects, but still so unnatural it makes him shiver. He sucks in a breath and takes in Aether's features; the deep grey skin, the fangs poking through black lips. His nose looks crooked, the skin pinched in the angles like it had been broken and stretched. There's texture in the skin that makes it look so distinctly inhuman. Copia looks into lavender eyes and gawks.

"Aether," he says, "you're lovely."

A smiling demon is a sight. Aether looks so pleased, and immediately sighs, shoulders slumping as he relaxes. To his right, Swiss laughs.

"He was so worried," he tells Copia, "you were gonna think he was ugly."

"I wasn't worried," Aether mutters, trying to shrug it off. Copia can tell by the petulant tone Swiss is telling the truth.

"Oh yes you were," Swiss says, and then Copia watches his face revealed, the mismatched eyes, the brilliant white of fangs against skin that looks less like skin and more like a void.

And one by one, they make themselves that much more known to Copia. Rain is the last, and the most hesitant. Dew keeps a hand on the small of Rain's back, a soothing little gesture.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Copia reminds him.

"He wants to," Dew says, answering for Rain. "He's just shy." The pale blue of Rain's eyes flash at Dew, and Copia just knows if he could see the expression right now, it would be a withering thing.

Rain lifts the mask away.

There's a weird iridescent quality to the skin. Copia's brain tells him it's wet, but when he reaches out with an ungloved hand and lays it gently against the angle of a cheekbone, it feels dry and warm. His nose is thin. Flat. Stripes under his jaw reveal gills. And where a mouth would be, Copia finds lips that look half melted together. Distinct in one corner, and like ruined wax on the other side. A feature that tried to form, and melted in the fire during his summoning.

"Is this why you're so quiet?" Copia asks carefully.

Rain nods and lets his eyes close, pressing his cheek into the warmth of Copia's palm.

[holylulusworld]

Papillon (3) - Caged bird

Title: Papillon (3) - Caged bird

Square 6 filled for @theslumberparty-blog presents bingo (expired): Overstimulation

Written for @anyfandomdarkbingo: Square filled: Criminal AU

Summary: Your secret is out and there is no way out…

Pairing: Mobster!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Triggers: possessive Clark, threats, dubcon bordering on non-con, forced proximity, mafia au, dark!Clark Kent, power imbalance, fingering, somnophilia, oral (fem rec), overstimulation, degrading/praise kink, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, use of plugs/ bondage horse chair, a lil aftercare

A/N: This one kinda got out of hand...👀👀

Words: 2,5k+

Papillon (2) - In his hands

Papillon Masterlist

Please heed the warnings for this chapter before reading it!

“Papillon, I can be kind and only clip your wings, or I’ll crush them…”

He hoists you up, strong hands forcing your legs around his waistline. You hate that you feel like a crushed butterfly in his hold. Clark is not wrong. He can simply end your life with one flick of his wrist.

He crushes you against the wall with his thick and hard body. You’re helpless. Not only because you’re naked while he’s still fully clothed. This bastard does it on purpose to show you who’s in charge.

“I hate repeating myself, Papillon,” he growls against your kiss-swollen lips. Again, he kisses you, harder and more demanding this time. You can feel his erection press against your bare pussy. He rubs himself against you, groaning like a beast. “I’ll ask again, this one time. Whose whore are you from now on?”

You whimper. His cock rubs against your clit, and he’s teasing you with his lips against your neck. Clark bites your neck, adding pain to the pleasure he forces on you while rubbing your clit with his cock.

You’re already breathless, and your mind is a mess. You hate this man; hate everything he stands for. At the same time, he fulfills all of your dark desires.

He lifts his head from your neck, teeth gritted like some animal. Clark looks you straight in the eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. He already knows the answer. With only a few words, he has you tethering on the edge. “Answer me!”

You wrinkle your nose. If you don’t give in, he’ll take what he wants and kill you afterward. But if you take what you want and fulfill your kinks tonight, and pretend to give in you can play the game by your rules.

He’s just another man believing he can take advantage of you. When in reality, you will bring him down. Clark Kent, his organization, and the people breaking your trust.

He curls his upper lip. His eyes fill with anger and he’s about to drop you when you wrap your arms around his neck. You wiggle your hips and rub yourself against his length.

“I’m your whore, Sir,” you breathe the words against his lips. “I always dreamed of a strong man like you taking me like the whore I am. Can you do this for me…Sir.”

His lips crash against yours, and you need to hold back a chuckle. Men are so predictable. Give them a wet cunt to stuff and they’ll purr like a cat for you. “Please fuck me,” you purr between kisses. “I know only you can pound this cunt like a man.”

It’s Clark’s turn to smirk. He holds you against the wall with one strong arm wrapped around your body while his free hand slips between your body. He smacks his cock against your pussy lips, sending a spark through your lower half.

“Do you honestly believe I’ll fall for your lies?” He laughs in your face while slipping the tip in. Clark fills you with one hard and cruel thrust. For only a second he stills his hips to savor the moment of his win over you. “You’ll be good for me either way, Papillon. I don’t care if you want to kill me or not. You and your body are mine from now on.”

You whimper when he starts moving inside of you. Every time he slides back in he looks you in the eyes. You were right. This is a fight for dominance and control. Sadly, Clark won this round. You gave in too easily, believing he’ll make a mistake. Now you are the butt of the joke and get pounded by the worst man you can imagine.

“Sir…” You babble and whine. All you can do is hold tight onto the man you wanted to bring down not hours ago as he fucks you into the wall. He uses all his strength, ramming into you while your back hits the wall.

“Aw, Papillon,” he claims your lips again, tugging at your lower lip, drawing blood. “I’m not a gentle lover. You’ll only get to cum if I decide to let you.”

You shake your head. An orgasm is the last thing on your mind. You want to get this over with and form a new plan. If only his cock wouldn’t hit the right spot.

You hate him… fuck… you hate him … Right?

His forehead presses against yours as he speeds up. Clark rocks your whole body anytime he rolls his hips.

“Fuck, this cunt feels good, Papillon—” He hisses and moves his hands to your thighs, spreading you wider to watch his cock disappear inside your cunt. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl. A federal agent getting tainted by me.” He smirks when you drop your eyes to watch him slowly fuck into you. “What if I put a bastard in you? I could do it right now.”

“Ngghh…” You whine. How can he know about all of your secret kinks? “I’m on…” You don’t get the words out. Your orgasm hits you as if Clark slapped you again. You’re gushing all over his cock, wetting his length.

“You can deny it as much as you want to…”

You’re suddenly empty, and on your feet again. Disoriented you let him twirl you around to bend you over his desk. He slides right back inside your slicked cunt. Clark’s hands hold you down by your shoulders, his grip bruising.

“You want this, Papillon. A man, taking you how you need it. Someone, protecting you from this cruel world.”

You are babbling incoherent words. Dizzy, and weak you cum again, groaning and wheezing because he doesn’t stop. One of his hands moves between your thighs to slap your clit and pussy lips.

“God…” He does it again, and again until you whimper his name.

“Fuck say my name again!” He growls in your ear. You do it. This is the point of no return. You came on your enemy’s cock and at one point you even begged him to cum inside of you.

Clark roars your real name through his high. He’s still lazily thrusting in and out of you long after you rested your head on the cool surface of the desk. You just lie there, letting him slip out of your cunt to shove his cum back inside.

“Stuffed with my spunk,” he kisses your shoulder before biting it again. He leaves an angry mark, but you’re too out of it to care. “I’ll get you something nice to keep it inside…”

You let him move your body onto the leather couch in the room. He bends you over the furniture and spreads your thighs. Clark opens a drawer. You don’t know what he’s up to, but you know, there is nothing you can do about it. You’re at his mercy.

“You’ll love it, Papillon.” You hear him rummage in the drawer for a moment before he kicks the couch with his foot. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” He grunts, and then something presses against your cunt. “Open up for me one last time.”

Clark laughs when you try to wiggle away. “No more…”

“Aw, poor Papillon. There will be lots, lots more.” He slaps your ass meaningly. “No fighting me. I want to make you even prettier.” This time he slips a vaginal plug inside your cunt. “A pretty rose-shaped vaginal plug for my Papillon. This will keep my cum inside of you, and make it bloom.“

Clark laughs at his bad wordplay. He admires your cunt stuffed with the plug, humming to himself.

“Next time, we will stuff both holes. What do you say?”

��Do you want me to get rid of her?” Jimmy looks at your naked form still lying on the couch. Clark didn’t cover your body. He enjoyed watching you sleep peacefully with your pussy still stuffed with the vaginal plug. “Boss?”

Clark furrows his brows. He’s staring at your cunt again, hand cupping his jaw to rub his scruffy chin. “Did you get the cat and the shit I told you to?”

“Uh-the cat is in the guestroom, her shit too,” Jimmy glances at your ass. “Do you want to keep her? She’s a federal agent.”

“She’s mine,” Clark flicks his wrist dismissively. He looks Jimmy straight in the eyes, making sure he knows that you belong to him now. “Tell them all, her holes are mine. No one touches or even looks at her. I decide when it’s time to kill her.”

“Got it, boss,” Jimmy hastily makes his way out of the room. He stared at your naked ass for a little too long and fears, Clark will kill him for it.

“Hmm…that’s a good pussy.”

You feel something wet lapping at your cunt. Oddly, you can’t move, or wiggle away. Your eyelids are heavy as you try to fight the heaviness in your body and the sleep holding you in a tight grip.

You groan and finally snap your eyes open only to find Clark between your legs. His mouth on your overstimulated flesh. He suckles at your clit while shoving three long fingers inside of you.

“Ah, finally awake?” Clark only stops eating you out to smirk at you.

“What are you doing?” You’re already breathless when you look at him between your legs. “What?” You look at your ankles and then at your wrists. Clark spread your legs wide and restrained your ankles and wrists to the bedposts.

“I told you.” He smirks darkly before biting your clit, making you jolt up the bed, “there will be lots more. I got bored waiting for you to wake up and decided to prepare you for round two.”

“You’re insatiable,” you try to close your legs because your overstimulated flesh is thrumming. “I need a break.”

“You need a cock and someone teaching you respect!” He grunts and pushes his fingers deeper into you. “Maybe I should just use you and gag you. I’m done listening to your lies.”

His eyes drop to his fingers inside your cunt. He curls them, earning a whine from you.

“Please…”

Clark slips his fingers out of you. You already came twice while being out cold and he knows, you’re ready for more.

“I got a better idea.” He suddenly moves away and slips out of the bed to remove the restraints. You dare not to move until he grabs your waist to drag you out of the bed. “You don’t deserve to get fucked on my bed yet. A whore like you needs to feel me in her bones.”

You get pushed through a door; ending up on a plush carpet. Your eyes round, and you whimper. This is not a wardrobe, it’s a sex dungeon.

“Welcome to my playroom,” he laughs when you look at the breeding bench, and the bondage horse chair standing in the middle of the room.

He follows your eyeline, laughing as you wiggle lightly. “Aw, we get to that one.” He points at the wooden padded St Andrews Cross. “We will get you there, Papillon. I’ll break you down to nothing and turn you into my perfect slut.”

He grasps for you, helping you stand only to push you onto the bondage horse chair. Your legs quiver, but slick runs down your thighs.

He’s the epitome of a ruthless mobster, but at the same time, he’s the fulfillment of your wet dreams.

You don’t fight Clark when he restraints your ankles and wrists. It’s a lost cause, and you hate to admit it, you’ve never been more turned on.

“Perfect,” he hums, satisfied with your submissive behavior. For a moment, he toys with your clit and pussy lips. “I love to fuck your holes. How about I give this underused cunt another load?”

It’s not a question. Clark already shoves himself inside your hungry cunt, groaning as you clench tightly around him. “I should eat that cunt while you’re out cold more often. It makes you so compliant.

You grit your teeth when he cups the back of your neck to force you to lift your head to look in one of the large mirrors on the wall.

“You will watch me fuck you. That’s all you’re good for, Papillon. I have your life in the palm of my hand.” He starts thrusting in and out of you. His hands grip your waistline hard enough to bruise. Clark smirks at you, holding your gaze in the mirror while ruining your abused hole all over again.

His hips move at a maddening pace, punching every strength left in you out of your body. You whimper and moan, but glare at him in the mirror. He cannot know that you’re about to come all over him again.

“Yeah, I know you try to fight the tidal wave, Papillon,” he growls your name and speeds up. His hips crash into your ass, leaving bruises there without a doubt. All you can do is watch him having a blast fucking you like a whore over one of his toys. “If you wonder, I got this nice bondage horse chair after seeing you for the first time. I knew I’d ride you like a needy mare one day."

You grit your teeth in disgust. That vile asshole planned on fucking you all along. “Fuck you.”

“I’m on it, my little federal agent. And there will be lots of fucking, Papillon. You’ll soon find out that I got a lot of stamina and hunger,” he leans over your body, now jerking his hips into your ass with quick but deep thrusts. “This cunt is mine, baby. You will never need another cock because this is where I belong. Inside your needy holes.”

Times flew by, or so you believe. Clark forced you to cum on his cock thrice before he finally slipped out of you. After he was done, he once again, shoved the vaginal plug inside your sore cunt.

Clark cooed gentle words when he carried your limp and weak body out of the playroom. This time, he showed mercy and prepared a warm bath.

He joined you in the tub, of course, he did. Not only to toy with your breasts and mark your neck with his teeth some more but to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.

“Hmm…so soft and nice when you’re fucked dumb.” If not for his crude words, you could’ve enjoyed the warm water and that he ran the sponge over your body. “I knew you’re the perfect choice. Tomorrow, you will tell me everything you know about your boss, your colleagues, and your role in all of this.”

Your head lolls back, and you rest it against his shoulder. Clark is right. For the first time, you’re too exhausted to even argue. You can think about a plan to bring him down tomorrow, while you’re not still fighting the afterglow of your orgasms.

He runs his hand over your chest, groping you lightly while whispering praises in your ear. You know what he’s doing. Clark tries to coax you into submission after he fucked you raw.

Talking about carrot and stick… and he's got a fucking big carrot dangling in your face.

“Hmm…you’re so good for me, Papillon,” he makes you sigh, and you hate yourself for it. “You will be even better for me with time…”

Tags in reblog.

[gvaine]

re: your notes on your most recent reblog.... do you by chance have some recs for arthur-gets-turned-on-by-merlins-magic fics? 👀 👀 👀

yes, though truthfully not too many!! not all of these are porny or 100% focus on magic kink. i'm sure these fics are quite popular already - but i hope you enjoy this little selection hehe

bound to the ground (by the loneliest sound) by objectlesson 1.8k words, rated E i could read this every day for the rest of my life.

Safekeeping by schweet_heart 5.5k words, rated E

this tangled thicket by objectlesson 6.5k words, rated E

Splitting the Road by queerofthedagger 3k words, rated T

Revelation by lamardeuse 5.4k words, rated E

Light and Dark by Tierfal 742 words, rated G

Revelation by ella_bane 737 words, rated E

Your Eyes Glow by Eldritch_Ambrosia 3.2k words, rated E

magic in your eyes by OnceFutureEmrys 1.3k words, rated G

bonus not-really-magic-kink-but-kind-of: in effrontery by withlightning 1.6k words, rated E

i am always looking for more like this too <3

[gvfgal]

How to Fall in Love in Ten Days

+18 series, minors DNI

A/n: Alrighty folks, things are about to start heating up. We’re getting closer to the end 👀👀 As always, let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, leave your questions, comments, and concerns wherever you see fit, and as always, enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: mutual pining, sexual tension, a bit of teasing?, voyeurism, masturbation (m!rec).

Word Count: 5.2K

Day Six: The Office

By the time the following day dawned, the overwhelming carnal feelings had subsided, leaving you grateful for the respite. Yet, you knew those emotions still simmered beneath the surface, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation.

The morning sun filtered softly through the lace curtains of the breakfast room, casting a gentle glow over the polished silver and delicate porcelain set for breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and rich coffee filled the air, a comforting contrast to the charged emotions of the previous night. The room itself was a haven of tranquility, with its delicate floral wallpaper and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Seated alone at the table, you delicately spread fresh plum jam on a warm scone. The scone, still steaming from the oven, melted the jam slightly, creating a perfect blend of flavors and textures. You took a small, appreciative bite, savoring the sweetness that contrasted with the slight tang of the fruit. Just then, the Duke entered, a roguish smile playing on his lips. A rush of relief swept over you at the sight of him, one you hardly fought to hide. Though he looked as dashing as always, your excitement had less to do with physical attraction and more with the anticipation of spending more genuine time together. You found yourself craving this connection just as much as the other. He greeted you with a bow, exaggerated in a way that made you giggle despite yourself.

“Good morning, Your Grace,” he said, straightening up with a twinkle in his eye. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Your Grace,” you replied, smiling. “I did, thank you. And you?”

“Like a log,” he replied with a grin, crossing the room to sit opposite you. His movements were fluid, almost catlike, and he seemed to bring with him an air of cheerfulness that brightened the room. “Though I confess, I had the most peculiar dream involving a race and a certain charming lady besting me.” He chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. He was in a bright mood, and you had a sneaking suspicion it was for reasons similar to your own.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Perhaps it was not a dream, but a vivid memory.”

“Ah, that would explain it,” he said, his tone mock-serious. “I shall have to train harder to regain my honor.”

You laughed again, the sound bright and clear, and Daniel felt his heart lift at the sight of your genuine smile. There was no need to mention the dinner of the previous evening. What had transpired was a testament to the growing feelings between you, and that was enough for the moment. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze fixed on you with such intensity that it made your heart flutter.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low, “what shall we do today, my lady? Shall we ride again, or perhaps a walk in the gardens?”

Before you could respond, Sebastian approached and handed the Duke a sealed letter. He opened it, his expression shifting as he read. When he looked up, the playfulness in his eyes was tinged with regret. He cast his eyes to Sebastian and then back to you.

“It appears I am needed in the Duchy today,” he said, his tone apologetic. “There are some urgent matters of business that require my attention.”

The last thing he wanted to do was leave the house without you. He’d found growing comfort and pleasure in being around you, and for the first time in years, the thought of attending to his business irked him.

You didn’t want him to leave either. You had already thought up ideas of what the two of you could indulge in today, and the thought of him leaving left you feeling like the wounded bride you’d felt like on your first days together. You nodded anyway, trying to mask your disappointment. “Of course, Your Grace. Duty calls.”

Sebastian watched the two of you for a moment with a concealed smirk before slipping out of the room again, not missing the way you two seemed perturbed by not being with one another.

“I shall try to return as soon as possible, hopefully with enough daylight saved for at least one activity.”

You shook your head, “Your duty as the Duke comes first. I shall be right here when you return, there’s no need to rush.”

He wanted to shake his head in return. Suddenly his duties didn’t seem as important as spending time with you. If he could blow the whole thing off he would, but unfortunately the matter was urgent.

“Besides,” you added, trying to ease his visible displeasure, “I’m sure there are some things that need tending to ahead of our ball in a few days.”

Daniel smiled, albeit wistfully, and nodded. “Yes, of course. Until this evening, then.”

You watched him go, your heart heavy with the unspoken wish that he could stay. As the door closed behind him, the room felt a little colder, a little emptier. You sighed, turning back to your scone, trying to focus on the day ahead. The jam on your scone seemed less sweet, and the warm, inviting aroma of the breakfast room felt somewhat hollow without his presence.

You spent the first half of your morning in the stables with Elpis. You considered taking her for a short stroll, but it wouldn’t have been the same without Daniel. The remainder of the morning was spent perusing titles in the library, losing yourself in the scent of aged leather and the quiet rustle of pages. The tranquility was a welcome reprieve, but all too soon, Roslyn arrived to assist you in your office, where you finalized the decorations and menus for the rapidly approaching ball. After several hours of meticulous work, every detail was addressed, and Roslyn departed to ensure the plans were executed flawlessly.

While still in your office, you decided to turn your attention to a stack of correspondences that had sat waiting for you in the corner of your desk. Most were letters from esteemed families who had, for various reasons, been unable to attend your wedding, yet each conveyed their heartfelt congratulations and well wishes.

You responded to each letter with the same courtesy, despite recognizing only a few names from your youth, the others were mere shadows in your memory.

After signing the last letter, you gathered the stack and entrusted them to a servant for dispatch. With your tasks complete, you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls, restless and yearning for something—or rather, someone.

Daniel had not yet returned, and you had exhausted all your tasks for the day. Your thoughts drifted to him—his stories of childhood, the infectious melody of his laughter, and the way his eyes sparkled when you shared anecdotes from your own youth. You realized then that you missed him. It was a strange, almost foreign sensation, this longing for his nearness and, dare you admit, his touch.

Your steps, guided by your wandering mind, led you to the Duke’s office. You paused before the ornate doors, debating whether to enter. The temptation was strong; you had never seen the interior, and curiosity gnawed at you. Secondly, it would offer a semblance of closeness to him in his absence until he returned. You wondered if the furniture retained his intoxicating scent, permeated by his constant presence. And lastly, entering his office would provide a further glimpse into his world, a deeper understanding of the man who was becoming so significant to you.

Technically, there was no prohibition against it. You lived there, after all, and had received no explicit instructions to stay out. Yet, it felt like an invasion of his privacy, especially in his absence.

Your hand was on the knob before you fully registered your decision. Slowly, you turned it, careful not to make a sound that might attract attention. The door opened with a soft creak, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

You hesitated in the threshold, taking in the sight before you. The room was a study in understated elegance, filled with dark, polished wood and rich, burgundy leather. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with volumes of all sizes, their spines a rainbow of faded colors. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface impeccably organized, papers stacked neatly beside a brass inkwell and quill.

The air was redolent with the scent of aged paper and the subtle tang of leather, mingling with the faint aroma of the cedar wood that paneled the room. It was Daniel’s comforting scent that seemed to envelop you, making you feel as though you were stepping into the very essence of the Duke himself.

The room was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through heavy, brocade curtains that framed the tall windows. You crossed the threshold and closed the door behind you. Your fingers trailed lightly over the smooth, cool surface of the desk, the texture was pleasing under your touch, a tactile connection to the man who spent so many hours here.

A pair of high-backed chairs, upholstered in burgundy velvet, sat before the desk, inviting and regal. You could almost picture Daniel seated behind the desk, his brow furrowed in concentration, or perhaps leaned back, lost in thoughts, thoughts of you, perhaps.

Your gaze traveled around the room, noting the small, personal touches that spoke volumes about the Duke. A collection of polished stones and fossils was displayed in a glass case, evidence of a childhood fascination that had not entirely faded. An antique globe sat in one corner, its surface worn smooth by years of curious fingers tracing over its continents.

Then, your eyes fell upon a large portrait hanging on the wall across from his desk, and you felt a pang of tenderness. It depicted a young Daniel, perhaps seven or eight years old, standing between his parents. His mother, a striking woman with warm, kind eyes, had one arm draped protectively around his shoulders. His father, stern but with a hint of a smile playing at his lips, stood tall and proud beside them.

The portrait captured a moment of familial warmth and unity, a stark contrast to the solitary figure Daniel often seemed to be. You stepped closer, studying the young boy’s face. His eyes, even then, held a glimmer of the intelligence and determination that had become so characteristic of the man he had grown into.

You reached out, almost without thinking, to touch the frame of the portrait. The wood was cool and smooth under your fingertips, grounding you in the present moment. The sight of Daniel’s younger self, flanked by his parents, stirred something deep within you—a longing to be a part of his life, to share in the history that had shaped him.

Stepping back, you allowed yourself a moment to simply absorb the atmosphere of the room. It was a space that spoke of duty and diligence, but also of personal interests and hidden depths. It was, in every sense, a reflection of the man you were coming to know and care for more deeply with each passing hour.

You crossed back over to one of the cases to inspect its contents further. The glass-fronted cabinet held an array of artifacts, each meticulously arranged. There were gilded trinkets and miniature sculptures, their surfaces catching the light and gleaming with a muted luster. Among them, you spotted an ornate inkwell, fashioned from silver and engraved with intricate patterns, alongside an array of quills, their feathers pristine and elegant.

“Pretty fascinating, isn’t it?”

You jumped with fright at the sound of the Duke’s voice, clutching your chest as you whipped around to see a smirking Daniel leaning against the door frame. How had you not heard him come in?

He didn’t appear angry in any way, but you felt the need to apologize anyways.

“Your Grace,” you sighed, trying to calm the rapid pulsing of your heart, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to… intrude?”

Daniel stood watching you in amusement for a moment longer, his eyes dragging the length of your body before finding your face again. “There’s no need to apologize. This is your house, you can visit any room you please.”

He pushed himself off the doorframe and shut the door behind him. You were thankful for the privacy, but also fearful of what you might find yourself getting up to without watching eyes.

Daniel quietly strolled further into the room, coming to stand near you by the cases. He folded his arms behind his back and inspected his collection.

"Where did you acquire all of these?" you asked, seeking to ease the heaviness that was rapidly beginning to form in the room.

"Some of these belonged to my father," he replied, pointing out a few, "others were gifts, and some came from my travels." He gestured to a specific item on the top shelf. It was a small silver carving of what appeared to be a kraken, though you weren't entirely familiar with the mythical creature.

"That was a gift from my friend Jacob. He brought it back after one of his voyages when he was only sixteen years old."

"It is most enchanting; he must have paid a large sum for it."

Daniel smirked. "Knowing Jacob, it was probably stolen."

You gasped in shock before both of you fell into a fit of laughter.

Turning away from the case, you began, "so, this is where you spend your days hiding away, is it?"

Daniel felt a twinge of embarrassment at your statement and struggled to find words to reply. Nothing he could say would excuse his childlike behavior.

"It is rather charming," you continued, sparing him from having to reply. "I can see why one would wish to spend ample time here. There is much more to see than in my simple office."

Daniel chuckled. "Only more to get distracted by, if I'm being honest."

You leaned back against the front side of the desk, displayed in a way that immediately heightened Daniel’s senses. He tried not to show his reaction, but he rather liked seeing you there against his desk in that way. The smell of your floral perfume hung ever so slightly in the air, and he fought back the urge to inhale deeply, to experience the way your scents mingled together.

He watched as you inspected the family portrait hung on the wall, wondering what was going through your mind as you did so. In truth, you were trying your best not to look at him for too long. The more you did, the more difficult it was to restrain yourself and all your lascivious thoughts.

But the Duke felt there was too much space between you. He had raced back home to be near you, but this wasn’t quite near enough for him.

He made a movement in your direction, and when he did, your nerves sent your body jumping, causing you to knock one of the items on his desk to the floor with a thud.

"My apologies," you stammered, leaning to retrieve it, but Daniel was by your side in an instant, stopping you from moving with a gentle hand over yours.

You looked from the item on the floor to your hands together, and then into the Duke’s eyes. They were fiery and amorous as he held your gaze. Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground where the item lay beside you. Your breathing began to pick up, and while he lingered so close beside you, you couldn't move a muscle.

With the item clutched in his grasp, he began to rise from the ground, his movements deliberate and languid, a bold hand caressing the blush fabric of your dress as he ascended. Unable to resist any longer, he inhaled your scent deeply, savoring it as a memory to recall later in the solitude of his chambers.

“Your Grace,” you shuddered bashfully, “what…” Your voice trailed off as his touch continued its upward journey. He placed the item back on the desk, his wandering hand coming to rest upon your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist.

It seemed he could no longer control himself, but you did not resist. You wanted to see just how far this intimate moment would go, to see if this would finally be the moment you both surrendered to your desires.

“I could not stop thinking of you while I was away,” he breathed into the small space between you. “All day, my mind was consumed with the idea of being near you again, so much so that I could hardly bear it.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and leaned into his touch, causing an agonizing sigh to spill past the Duke’s lips. Oh, how he craved this more and more.

“I missed you. I could not stop thinking of you either,” you admitted, brushing your lips against his but not feeling bold enough to kiss him. The touch was becoming almost painful to resist.

“Indeed?” he questioned, nuzzling his nose against yours. “What was it you were thinking of?”

When you did not, or more so, could not answer, his hand around your waist gave a gentle squeeze that made you gasp.

“Do not go silent on me now,” he spoke against your lips. “What were your thoughts while I was away?”

The Duke was enjoying this very much, but you found a sense of resilience within yourself not to give in too easily. There was still a silent battle waging.

“Why don’t you tell me what it was you were thinking of while you were away?”

The corner of his mouth turned upward in a salacious smirk. “I can admit my thoughts were rather similar to this,” he quickly assessed the way your bodies were pressed against one another, “amongst other things.”

“Things like what?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Daniel’s brow cocked. “That would be telling, now, wouldn’t it? And if my duty speaks anything of the man I am, then you would see that I am much more a man of action than of words.”

Before he could finish his sentence, you crashed your lips against his, unable to restrain yourself any longer. He kissed you back with fervor, wrapping you in his embrace so that you would not lose your footing.

It was an ardent tangle of lips and breath, a wild and unrestrained exchange that left no room for decorum. Passion overpowered precision, each movement vehement and perfervid. It was a kiss that spoke of the raw, unbridled yearning that lay beneath the layers of conflict that had consumed your marriage, an intensity that rendered every other sensation meaningless.

When a throaty moan escaped your body, Daniel quickly realized how precipitously the moment was escalating. Summoning the last vestiges of his restraint, he tore himself away from you, stepping several paces back.

It took you a moment to regain your composure, but when you did, the Duke was regarding you with an unreadable expression.

Both your chests were heaving, and you had the mind to seek out his lips again, but he began shaking his head.

“I must apologize,” he said, you could see the disappointment washing away the lust in his features, “I should not have done that. I’m unsure of what has come over me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came forth. When the silence became unbearable, Daniel stormed out of the room, leaving the door ajar as he distanced himself from you once more.

Things were eerily hushed in Sterling house for the remainder of the afternoon leading up to dinner. You’d closed yourself in your room with your racing thoughts, and figured Daniel had done the same since you had been occupying the only other place he sought refuge in the house.

Roslyn and your maids came to help you freshen up for dinner, but they’d finished early, whisking themselves away to their next tasks, leaving you with a little time to kill before you were expected in the dining room.

Without knowing it, you found yourself wandering the halls like a ghost again.

As you turned the corner to the hallway that Daniel’s bedroom occupied, you were confound to find that the door was slightly ajar. This was unusual, the doors to the Duke’s room were usually always shut tight, even when he was absent. You tiptoed over, feeling ashamed for your constant prying, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself when it came to him. You were led on by your desires, feeling as if you were going mad trying to catch even just a glimpse of your husband.

Peeking your head in, you took in the sight of his room, a parallel to the masculine sanctuary of his office. Dark mahogany furniture, deep green drapes, and a singular shelf lined with books. The bed, grand and imposing, was impeccably made, and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, along with the scent that you had come to realize belonged to the Duke alone. His desk, cluttered yet organized, hinted at his mind that was constantly at work; he couldn’t escape it even in the comfort of his bedroom. There was a large painting of a ship at sea hanging over the fireplace, and on the mantelpiece, a collection of small, intricate figurines similar to ones you’d seen in his office earlier. Despite the room’s opulence, it felt distinctly his—a blend of austerity and hidden warmth, but as you looked around, you realized the Duke wasn’t present in the room like you thought he was.

You stepped in further, but stopped in your tracks when you heard a noise coming from what you assumed to be the bathroom.

You were statuesque as you waited for another sound, and it wasn’t long before one graced your ears.

A moan. Low and guttural in nature. You furrowed your brows together, unsure if you had heard correctly, but before you could step closer to improve your hearing, it sounded out again, this time with your name at its tail end. Your heartbeat began to quicken, but you couldn’t seem to find enough common sense to turn and leave.

In fact, you crept closer, your ears seeking out the sounds coming from the other side of the door as if they’d been tuned to them only. The door was closed, but not entirely, all it would take was a small push to open it. And push you did, with trembling fingers, just enough so that you could peer inside.

The Duke’s back was to you as he sat in the bathroom’s large ornate clawfoot tub, his curly hair fanned out over the edge behind him as more ragged breathing and choked groans escaped him. The water from the tub lapped in time with the movement of his arm, and though the tub shielded you from seeing what was truly taking place, you had a rather clear notion of what Daniel was engaged in, having been privy to similar circumstances with your older brother, ones that you tried not to think of in that moment.

This was an intimate moment, one that propriety dictated you should have retreated from the instant you comprehended its nature. Yet, despite your best efforts to avert your gaze and leave the Duke to his private musings, you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.

You watched motionlessly, holding your breath to not give away your position. The way his back muscles tensed every so often, the motion of his arm working at himself, the salacious sounds he coaxed from himself as he did so, it was all so tantalizing. You didn’t even have the mind to feel ashamed for watching, too consumed by the show the Duke didn’t even know he was putting on for you.

Seeing him that way made it very apparent how desperately you wanted him; better yet, needed him. You desired it more fervently than your very next breath. The fear that this longing might wholly consume you if left unfulfilled gnawed at your soul, but it was a battle you no longer wished to wage.

You wanted the Duke, and from the sounds and looks of it, he undoubtedly wanted you too.

When a curse left his mouth with your name again, you found yourself suddenly too overwhelmed, and you retreated from spying before an achy moan of your own escaped.

You made your way back to your room, but you couldn’t wipe the image of the Duke from your brain. And you knew it’d be permanently etched there until you got a chance to endeavor him yourself.

Daniel did not grace you with his presence at dinner that evening; instead, he dispatched Sebastian to reassure you that all was well, though he needed to catch up on some pressing work.

You found yourself grateful for this reprieve, uncertain if you could have faced the Duke after your earlier indiscretion. Moreover, it provided a welcome respite from the internal tumult you had been contending with whenever the Duke was in your presence, allowing you to cultivate an air of tranquility. You sat quietly, savoring your meal, and wished for the presence of the violinist from the previous night to provide some diversion. This solitude was markedly different from the isolation you had felt in days past. You did not feel abandoned but rather content—well, almost content.

Once dinner concluded, you retired to your chambers, silent as your maids assisted you in preparing for bed.

Slipping beneath the fresh linens, you found yourself tossing and turning, thoughts of your husband filling your mind until, at last, they gently lulled you into slumber.

The sun cast its golden glow over a sprawling meadow, where the laughter of children echoed in the warm air. Two boys and a girl played, their faces radiant with joy. The eldest boy, dark-haired and mischievous, helped his younger sister to her feet after she stumbled. Nearby, a young boy with golden curls chased a butterfly, his chubby hands reaching out in earnest delight.

The stately manor stood in the background, its windows gleaming in the late afternoon light. Standing nearby, watching the children with a serene smile, was you, your every feature exuding grace and warmth. Your dress fluttered softly in the breeze, and your eyes, filled with love, followed your children’s every move. You turned and smiled, your gaze meeting that of Daniel standing a few paces away.

“Look at them,” you said, your voice filled with tender amusement. “They grow so quickly, do they not?”

Daniel smiled back, his heart swelling with pride and contentment. “Indeed, they do. It feels as though just yesterday we were welcoming our firstborn.”

The girl, with dark curls cascading down her back, ran over and grabbed Daniel’s hand. “Papa, come play with us!”

Daniel laughed, allowing himself to be pulled into the children’s game. “Very well, but I must warn you, I was quite the champion at hide-and-seek in my day.”

The children giggled, their joy infectious. As they played, you stood back, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband and children together.

Your eldest boy, after hiding and being found, ran to to where you were standing, his round face so similar to Daniel’s it made your heart swell all the more. “Mama, did you see? Papa found me so quickly!”

“I did, my love,” you replied, kneeling to embrace him. “Your father has always been very clever.”

As the game continued, Daniel found a moment to stand beside you again, your hands naturally finding each other’s. He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes reflecting a deep, unspoken love.

“I have never been happier,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This is everything I ever desired.”

You smiled up at him, your eyes shining. “As have I, my love.”

Suddenly, a rhythmic, persistent tapping began to intrude upon the idyllic scene. The edges of the meadow started to blur, the children’s laughter fading into the distance. The tapping grew louder, more insistent, pulling Daniel from his dream.

With a reluctant sigh, he awoke, the tapping now unmistakably real. His head swiveled until he found the source of the noise. The latch on his window was loose, and the howling wind outside sent the windowpane tap, tap, tapping.

He threw back the covers and repositioned the lock until the wind was no longer a problem. But after his dream, one he hadn’t expected to have in a million years, he knew sleep wouldn’t find him again so easily.

Pulling on some nearby lounge clothes, the Duke slipped out of his room, down the hall, and around the corner to his office.

A few lamps were still lit in the room, illuminating the space just enough that it wouldn’t draw any attention to his whereabouts.

He walked the room aimlessly, something he didn’t do often. Usually, he was right at his desk to work, but he wasn’t seeking work this time of night. He wanted to see if your scent still lingered in the room, hoping to catch just a fragment of your being in your absence. It was faint, but he could distinguish it, and it brought him a foreign sense of relief.

His office, a place he spent many hours, didn’t feel the same anymore. It felt oddly empty, more vast than he remembered it. Colder.

He couldn’t figure out the reason why, until his mind flashed to you again. It was you that was missing from the room, giving it its inviting warmth. The room hadn’t had your presence before today, and so Daniel had never known it any differently. But now that you’d graced it with your presence, the room felt empty without you.

Daniel sighed, running a hand over his face. He was falling for you, fast and hard, beyond the physical attraction.

You were beginning to etch your way into his mind, body, and soul. He was beginning to live and breathe you in a way he’d never expected, and not so soon.

He crossed the room to the window, casting his gaze off into the distance. Though the sky was dark, he could see the storm clouds beginning to form as the trees and shrubbery in the garden swayed with the increasing wind.

He stood there for a long time, the weight of the evening’s events settling upon him. He hadn’t meant to hide from you during dinner, but he felt he could hardly face you after what he got up to earlier. He feared if you saw his face, it’d give away everything he was thinking and feeling. Not only that, but the dream he’d had earlier seemed to begin to blur with reality, leaving him yearning for a future he could scarcely believe was within reach.

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[pixiecaps]

psst hey do u have any sdv mod reccs/any tips on how to use them 👀

yeah! so for stardew mods to work you need to first install the smapi api.

you can either do that through their main website or nexus

neither option has any cons theyre just based on preference on how you wanna install it but theyre both completely safe websites.

after you properly install smapi you’ll have to go to nexus which is the main website for all stardew valley mods. you’ll need to make an account to install stuff i believe. you can find a wide range of mods here that serve a lot of different purposes.

if you haven’t used nexus to mod before then as i mentioned before first make an account then once you are looking at a mod make sure to check the requirements first. sometimes mods need other mods to work and you need to install those first. after you checked the requirements you head to the files section and click manual download. after that select slow download then wait for it to install into your files. then you move those files into the stardew mod folder. if thats not clear enough you can find a bunch of tutorial videos on youtube with visuals:)

since you asked for my recs i’ll give you the list of which i actually use all the time.

NPC Map Locations

- very basic mod. majority of mod users will have this installed and it just shows you on the map where each npc is at at all times.

CJB Cheats Menu & CJB Item Spawner

- these two sorta go hand in hand for me but of course you don’t need to have both installed. this is definitely a play style preference thing but i personally like having these cheats installed for any type of situation that might happen in game that i can’t undo otherwise without them.

- the cheats menu adds a lot more flexibility and well cheats to the game so for instance: infinite health, infinite stamina, give yourself money, instantly increase hearts with whichever npc, always catch every fish, warp locations, change weather, change time, freeze time, and a lot more. this uses the P key to open in game but you can configure that to another bind if you’d like.

- the item spawner is a lot more simple. does what it says and spawns whichever item you want. so basically you can press the i key and it’ll open up a menu with every item in the game and you can spawn in the specific amount you want of something and so forth. simple concept. i mainly use this for when i accidentally sell or gift an item i wasnt intending to and then simply spawn it back in. i also use it for decorating my house:3

Look Up Anything

- this is literally like having the wiki at your disposal at all times in game. extremely helpful for so many reasons especially as i personally always had the wiki open to check for information on items and npcs so having this mod made it a lot quicker of a process. how it works is you simply hover your mouse over whatever you want information on and click f1 and it’ll display all the information about that thing to you! so if you hover over lets say harvey and press f1 it’ll show you a menu with his birthday, his love & like gifts, your hearts with them and how many points till the next heart, etc.

Seasonal Outfits

- this mod puts all the npcs in different outfits for the seasons. its just cute

Elle’s Seasonal Buildings & DaisyNiko’s Earthy Recolor

- the seasonal building allows a lot more variety in structures like farm building and adding holiday decor to npc buildings. simple stuff that can make the game more customized

- with seasonal buildings you can also install compatible recolors which is what the DaisyNiko’s link is. it’s the recolor i personally use for my main farm when i play. this is because the vanilla game is very saturated and does hurt my eyes so having more chilled out tones helps. you dont need to install the recolor i use or any in fact if you like the natural look of the game but just know the option is there and there’s a multitude of recolors you can use to make the game look different:3

Friends Forever

- no friendship decay because itsa pain in the ass and i have no time to talk to the npcs all day. this is very play style based some people enjoy having to go and ensure they speak to npcs daily im just not the type.

Part of The Community

- creates different ways for you to gain hearts easier and passively

Mailbox Menu & Zilch’s Envelopes

- i really like the letters and the fact you can only read them once bummed me out until i found this mod which adds a whole menu for your mail where you can go back and see all the letters you’ve received. feel like it adds that additional touch and care to the whole mail system in the game.

- then to go along with that menu theres the envelopes mod that customizes it even further and makes all the envelopes of the letters have cute appearances and designs. look at this and tell me that isn’t the best thing you’ve ever seen.

Honorable Mentions

- Chests Anywhere

- CJB Show Item Sell Price

in conclusion…

I really suggest just taking the time and scrolling through the nexus mods website on your own. they have a specific category for stardew and you can filter it by most popular and see what you find yourself. since everyone plays differently you might find you enjoy the more technical code side and want to change something to do with that or you might just simply wanna change the npc portraits and make them look nicer. theres so many options on how to mod this game and i honestly could go on forever with mod suggestions but at the end of the day its up to you! so hope this helps and i hope you have a fun time modding.

[melverie]

Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

[samandcolbyownme]

We need more demon!Colby or vampire!Sam 👀

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, demon!colby, talk of death/dying, kind of a dark aesthetic, talk of demons, angels, etc. demonic attachment?, compulsion, mentions of police, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), filth - please read with care 🖤

With the way I wrote it, the reader is hinted at being bisexual - if you have an issue with that, please just move on. No hate or rude comments will be tolerated,

Word Count: 5.4k | Unedited

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You walked into your apartment, saddened by yet another break up.

You never had issues with dating before. You never had any issues keeping anyone’s attention. But, for the last few months, you’ve been noticing a trend.

You meet a guy, or girl, and it’s going well for the first few days, sometime a few weeks, and then you’re back to square one because you felt like you needed to break things off, or they just said it wasn’t going to work out.

There’s never any clear reasoning either. It’s always the, it’s not you it’s me, I promise, and then you both go your separate ways.

You made your way to your bed, ripping the covers forward so you can climb in and pull them up over your body.

You sniffle, allowing the thoughts to take over completely.

Am I boring? Why does this keep happening? Am I annoying? Do I talk too much? Bad breath? Did I say the wrong thing? Am I not pretty enough? What’s wrong with me?

You let out a sigh, begging for the thoughts to just shut up, and eventually they do, you start to feel more relaxed, and eventually you fall asleep.

—

Colby stood over the woman’s sleeping body for hours, keeping her dreams on the happy side as he manipulates himself into it. He tilts his head, watching you as a small smile spreads across your closed lips.

“Just relax, my love. You’re going to be fine.”

Your phone buzzing in your sweatshirt pocket wakes you up. It takes a few seconds to register what’s happening as you roll over and rub your eyes, but eventually you pull your phone out, “Hello?”

“Where are you right now?” Your closest friend, Brooke, practically yells into the phone, “Are you home?”

You keep your eyes closed, still half a sleep as you mumble, “M’home. Sleeping.”

“Do you have someone there with you?”

Your eyes snap open and you sit up, “What did you just say?” You reach over, turning your bedside lamp on and you look around as she speaks, “I’m going to take that as a no, so just stay where you are. I’m on my way up, I’m going to call the police.”

She hangs up before you can say anything else and you’re left in silence, your heart racing faster at the thought of someone being in your apartment without your knowledge.

A few minutes later, your phone lights up and you instantly answer, “What did they say?”

“They’re sending a unit over, probably a few minutes. I’m unlocking your door now.”

You kick the blankets off, walking over to your door. You look out, watching as Brooke makes her way through and you hang up, “What exactly did you see?”

“Okay, so you know how you can see the parking lot from your bedroom window?”

You nod and she raises her brows, “Well I pulled in, and I seen like this shadow figure behind your curtain, and it was a lot bigger than you would be if you stood there. By the time I went to get a picture or a video, it was gone.”

“How many times did you call me?” You pull your phone up, going to the call log, “I woke up on the third call, but you’d think I’d wake up? I’m a light sleeper.”

“No I know, which is why this is so fucking weird.” She sighs, jumping when there’s a knock on the door, “Police.”

You sigh, “Okay, we’ll just let them do a sweep.” You walk over, opening the door to reveal two officers. The blonde one nods, “We’re here about a possible break in? I’m officer Golbach and this is Officer Webber.”

“Yes, I called. I’m Brooke, this is y/n.”

They walk in and Golbach turns towards you while Webber walks around the space, “What exactly happened?”

“We had plans for a dinner and movie night, so I come over and when I looked up at her apartment, because you can see it from the parking lot, I seen this tall, probably, almost six foot figure in the window.”

“What time was that?” Golbach asks, “Did, ah, it move or anything? Walk away, turn? Anything?” He adds as he writes down what Brooke is saying, “Probably about Seven, seven thirty? And No.” She shakes her head, “It was just standing there still, and when I went to take a picture. It was gone.”

“You’re the one who lives here correct?” He points to you and you nod, “Yes, I do.”

“Okay, and what were you doing while all of this took place?” Golbach asks and Webber comes out of your spare room, “It’s clear. No sign of forced entry on any of the windows by the fire escape.”

“I was asleep.” You state, “I woke up to my phone buzzing in my hoodie pocket.”

“Okay.” He nods and continues jotting stuff down, “Are you a light sleeper?”

You nod, “Yeah, you can ask Brooke. I wake up with the slightest noises. I hate it.” You look over at her, “Did you look at the right window?”

“Did I look- yeah, I know which windows are yours, y/n.” She sighs, “Also, how in the hell are you so calm right now!?”

You didn’t realize it, but you were way calmer than anyone else would probably be in a situation like this, especially with it being your apartment.

But it is weird because you would normally freak out just thinking about something like this happening.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, “I’ve had a day, okay. I-I just got broken up with for no reason, again. I came home after sitting in the parking lot of the convenience store down the street for an hour eating ice cream, and then I came home and went right to sleep.”

You were blowing off steam, and Brooke knew that.

“It doesn’t sound like it, but I have to ask. You don’t think this person should broke up with you would come here, do you?” Golbach raises his brows as you sigh, “No. They seem to not want anything to do with me, so.”

You see Brooke’s face fall, “Y/n.”

“Like I said, there’s no sign of forced entry. Did you lock your door when you got home?”

“It locks automatically each time it closes.”

Webber nods at your words, “You’re staying here tonight, right?” He looks to Brooke and she shrugs, “Do you think it’s safe to stay here, tonight?”

He nods, “I’ll go down and check the cameras in the office, but I’d say you two gal’s will be alright.” He makes his way over to the door, checking the lock, “You didn’t pass anyone on your way up or down the steps did you?”

Brooke shakes her head, “It was just me when I came up.”

“Okay.” Webber leaves and you look back to the blonde officer, “This is my card.” He hands you a white rectangle, “I’ll do a few drive-by’s tonight, I’m on the clock until six a.m., call if you need anything.”

You nod, “Thank you for coming. I appreciate it really.”

He nods, “Not a problem, now I just need a few more things from both of you, and the. We’ll be out of your hair.

You answer the questions, full name, social, date of birth, etc., same with Brooke.

By the time you’re finished, Webber comes back up, “Cameras were clear. There was no one on this floor, even after you got home.”

“Maybe you just got unlucky with a haunted apartment?” Brooke laughs slightly and you roll your eyes, “Yeah, just my fuckin’ luck.”

——

A while after the officers left, you were sitting on the couch, moving on to your third movie when you hear this light whisper.

You look over at Brooke, “Did you say something?”

She looks over at you, shaking her head, “No. I’ve been waiting the tv.” She points with her finger and you nod, “Oh, okay.”

“Why?”

You shake your head, “I thought you said something. It must be on the tv.” You check your phone, letting out a sigh, “I think I’m -“

“No. You’re not going to bed.”

“Why not?” You whine, “I’m tired.”

“No. You’re avoiding talking about what happened with Jace.” Brooke sits up, “I gave you time, now talk.”

You sit up, moving your blanket to cover your legs more, “He said, and I quote, it’s not you, I’m just not feeling like I need a relationship right now, end quote.”

Brooke nods, “And how does that make you feel?”

You laugh slightly, shaking your head. Your mood changes, “I don’t know what happened, Brooke.” You look over at her, “I never had this happen before. It’s like.. the universe is trying to keep me unhappy. Or something I don’t-“

She tilts her head, “I think you need to focus on yourself. Do you really need a boyfriend anyway?”

“It would be nice to not have to come home every night, alone. You at least have Liz, speaking of. Where is she?”

“She got stuck at work, they didn’t have enough people to cover third so she got mandated to stay.” She rolls her eyes, “But anyway. I think you need to take a little you time, focus on whatever it is that you need to focus on, and come back better than ever.”

You nod, chewing on your cheek. After a few minutes of nothing but the tv in the background, you take a deep breath, your voice quiet, “Maybe.. I’m just too fucking complicated for anyone to love.”

“No, y/n. That’s not true.” She moves closer, “not even close.” She turns towards you, “Probably unprofessional on his part, but you should go for officer Golbach.”

“No.” You shake your head, “Wait. Didn’t you just tell me to-“

“Shh, we’re starting over.” She laughs, “I seen the way he cared for you more than he would anyone else.”

“You don’t know that.” You shake your head, your stomach slowly turning at the thought of even thinking of the officer.

“I’m telling you.. fuck what I said before, give it one last try.” She leans in, “He’s an officer, y/n.”

You feel like you could puke, “Stop.”

“What? Does thinking about him ma-“ She stops talking as you rise to your feet, “I’m going to bed. You can stay, but I’m just..” you sigh, “I need to be unconscious for a few hours.”

She raises her hands, “I’ll be out here if you need me.”

You give her a nod, “Sorry I’m ju-“

“You don’t need to apologize, y/n. I overstepped.” She sighs, “You deserve happiness, and I promise we’ll get you to it.”

“Thank you.” You smile and head for your bedroom, stopping when you smell something vaguely familiar - Sandalwood vanilla.

“Do you smell that?” You look back at Brooke and she tilts her head, “Smell what?” You shake your head, “Nothing. Goodnight.”

“Night.” She calls from the couch as you close your door. You stand there for a second before turning around to get into bed.

You let out a sigh as you nestle your head onto the pillow, staring over at the wall that’s lit up by the full moon.

You roll over, staring out the window at the sky, just wishing you’d be able to fall asleep, and your wish was granted.

—

His hand runs through your hair, calming every vibrating nerve in your body, “I’m here, my love.” You kept your eyes closed, letting out a sigh, “I love you.”

Your eyes open, meeting bright blue ones. A deepish voice follows, “I love you. I will go to the deepest depth of hell and back for you.”

His lips press to yours and quickly move down your neck, biting and nipping your skin, which causes you to whimper out.

“Louder, my love. I want you to be louder.”

You comply, moaning out louder when you feel a hand slide down your body to stop between your parted thighs. His fingers drag up and down your folds, fingers circling your desperate opening, “P-please.”

“Please what, my love?” His fingers slowly push in and you gasp-

Awake.

You sit up, looking around as if someone was actually there with you, but maybe it was just a dream, right?

You sigh, getting out of bed to walk out to the living room where Brooke is no where to be found. You furrow your brows, looking around for your phone to see if she texted you.

Liz got off early, heading home. Call me when you wake up.

You scroll down on your notifications and see a text from an unknown number, Just figured I’d check in. Any more disturbances at your place? It’s Sam by the way Golbach, officer Golbach.

You smirk slightly at the obviously nervous, text and click it, Nothing to report, sadly.

You sit down, seeing the bubbles immediately pop up then disappear, Sadly?

You lean back, biting down on your lip as you think about what Brooke said to you, but then you suddenly feel like this is wrong.

Not wrong as in flirting with the law, but wrong in the, I don’t belong to this person, kind of way.

You let out a sigh, “Fuck!” You throw your phone over your shoulder, absolutely sick of feeling like you… well, you didn’t know how you felt, exactly, but your interest changes when you don’t hear the clatter of it hitting the floor.

“You shouldn’t throw things that are important.”

You stand up, whipping around as you immediately start backing away. Your voice is gone, banished with fear as the figure that spoke walks towards you, phone in his beautiful, ring clad hand.

His voice rings in your head without him moving his lips, “You know me. I’m not going to hurt you, my love.”

“W-who-“

“We’ll get to that. But right now, I’m going to need you to tell Sam, that you’re a little busy right now.” He speaks and hands you back your phone.

A chill goes down your spine as your fingers brush against his to take it, and you begin typing, I’m a little busy right now.

“Good girl.” The man speaks, reaching up to run his thumb over your bottom lip, “I have been waiting ever so patiently to meet you.”

“Who are you?” Your voice is low, but you don’t shy away from his touch as his fingers gently brush over your cheek to push hair behind your ear, “I’m just Colby to you.”

“Colby.” You repeat and his hand pulls you closer to him, “Yes. You know me.”

“How.” You furrow your brows and he gives you as second to think, but you shake your head, “I don’t-“

Colby reaches up, cupping your cheeks with his hands as he stares into your eyes, “Think.”

Suddenly, Colby floods your brain with all the times you’ve seen him.

You’re sitting on the beach, fishnets ripped and a cigarette between your fingers. You turn your head slightly at the sound of a voice, “You know, there’s no smoking on the beach, right?” You scoff, watching the ashes fly down to kiss the sand, “What are you, beach patrol?” You laugh slightly and stop when he moves to sit next to you, “Beach patrol would be a lot easier for you to believe, my love.”

—

“I’m actually meeting somebody, so I’ll just take a wine while I wait.” You smile at the bartender and she nods, “One red, coming up.” You let out a sigh as you look around, waiting for Seth to appear. After some time, you decide to text him, but to your surprise, he’s not coming.

“This seat taken?”

You look up, smiling at Colby, “Actually.. no.”

—

“What do you mean that it isn’t me? That is the most..” you scoff, “Just tell me. Did you find someone better? Am I.. am I.. fuck, Nathan, just-“

“I just don’t feel anything anymore. I don’t know what more you want. I would love to like you, but I just.. we aren’t compatible, y/n. I’m sorry.”

You watch as Nathan leaves your apartment, tears falling as soon as the door shuts. You walk over to your window, jumping back with a loud gasp as a crow lands on the sill, but you suddenly felt better.

—

“Those were only a few times, I’ve been around a while.” Colby’s hand slides back, his palm flat on your cheek, “Are you scared?”

You stare up at him, “I.. don’t even know what’s real anymore.” You shake your head, “You’re not..”

“Go on, my love. Say it.”

“Why don’t I remember ever seeing you?” You ask but Colby makes you look at him, “One thing at a time, sweetheart. Please.”

It takes you a few seconds to even muster up the means to allow the words to roll off your tongue, “You’re not human.. but-“ you slide your hand up his arm, “You feel human.”

Click.

“Wait. You.. you were there after every breakup I had.” You step back, “Nathan, Seth, Taylor, Francesca, I-“ you bring your hand up to lay on your forehead, breathing heavy as you feel like you are about to pass out, “The crow.. I-“

“Shh, hey.” Colby moves to you, wrapping his arms around your body as your head rests on his chest.

You feel calm.

Like this is where you belong.

“Do you remember what I told you in your dream yesterday afternoon?” Colby asks, “I told you that you’re going to be just fine.”

He tilts your chin up, “I mean that.”

A knock on your door causes you to jump, and Colby’s grip tightens, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Y/n, it’s officer Golbach. Just doing a check in.”

“I can g-“

“No, I’ll handle this.” Colby walks you over to the couch, “Sit.” You plop down, watching as he walks over to the door and opens it.

Sam doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Colby, nodding his head, but you don’t hear anything. Sam turns and walks away, leaving without any kind of fuss.

“What did-“

“I just told him that he needed to come back at another time.” Colby walks over and sits next to you, “I need your full attention, my love.”

“You can make me do anything, can’t you?” You keep your stare on him, “Is that what yo-“

“No. Y/n, okay. The only thing that I have made you do, is text officer dingdong, and break up with that asshole loser, who we both know would have only ruined your life.”

You raise your brows, knowing he was talking about Mitchel, who now has a bad rap with things you didn’t need, “Yeah. Thanks for that one I guess.”

“Oh, and your dreams. But other than those three things, my focus is on keeping you for myself.”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean by, why me? Look at yourself, y/n. You are beautiful.” He moves closer and shift towards you, “I would never make you do anything you wouldn’t ever want to do.”

“My dreams.. you.. last night..” you swallow as you think about the sex dream with him, and he nods, “There’s others.. but I figured I’d just give you the less detailed one to test the waters, you know?”

“But why?” You stand up and Colby reaches for you but you turn, walking away, only for him to appear right in front of you, “Don’t shy away from me.”

You step back, looking up at him, “None of this, is making any sense to me, Colby.”

“Because I love you.”

“You don’t e-“

“Yes I do, y/n. I know you more than you know yourself. Considering I’m a demon and all, I know that there are devilish thoughts in the minds of the most angelic, and y/n..” he steps towards you, his hands moving to your cheeks, “I know that you have some wicked desires..”

His eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “So, let me ruin you.”

“Colby I-“ You shake your head, “Can you just.. I don’t know what you do, but just.. I need a second.”

He nods and by the time you blink, he’s gone with a slight feeling of regret settling in your stomach, but you push it away as you sit back down, face in your hands as you try and figure out what exactly it is you need to figure out.

——

Colby was gone for a two or so. You were on edge, trying to figure out if he was in your apartment or not, in the walls. In your head.

You were jumpy, nervous, but above all, turned on.

Evil, above all, is truly seductive, and you found yourself missing a part of Colby, but then again, you were also second guessing everything you thought, felt, or heard.

“Am I able to see you?”

You look around, letting out a sigh, “Yes.”

Colby sits down next to you, “How do you feel?”

“Don’t you already know?” You avoid looking at him, but you feel like you need to, so you do. His eye lock with yours and he takes a small inhale, “I need..”

He stops and you turn towards him, “Colby?”

“You’re going to freak out. I can already see it.” He laughs weakly, “I’m in line to rule the underworld, but I can’t do that if I-“

“No.” You instantly stand up, backing away from him, “I don’t-“ you feel tears in your eyes, “I don’t want to die.”

He’s instantly behind you, arms around your body and that calm feeling settles in, but it’s only for a moment and you push him away, “No. no. No.”

Colby stands there, eyes on you as you pace, “Why? Why me? Out of all the people in the world, you just had to come and fuck up my life?”

He remains silent as you continue your ranting, “I have so much to live for. I can’t just- what would I tell my parents my best friend, I-“ you stop, taking a deep breath, “Can’t it be anyone else?”

You look up at him and he shakes his head, “I’ve already left my mark on you.”

“Mark? On me?” Your hands start to feel your own body but Colby walks over, “Not a physical mark, sweetheart. The others just know to leave you alone.”

“There’s others?” You scoff, “Of course there is.”

“Y/n, my love.”

“Why do you call me that? Seriously, I just..” you shake your head, covering your hands as you groan into them.

There was this strange entity standing in your living room, a stranger. But in reality, you knew him just as well as he knew you, you just needed a slight nudge to know that.

“I chose you because you’re just so..” he presses his lips together, gently reaching up to brush your hair from your face, “You.”

“Yeah because that explains it.” You roll your eyes and Colby clenches his jaw, “You know me. I know you. Say the word and I’ll prove it.”

“Prove it.” You shrug and he nods, taking your cheeks between his hands as rests his forehead against yours, “Close your eyes.”

You close your eyes and the memory of you and Colby at dinner one night replays in your mind.

He shows you sitting across from Colby at The Whiskey Well, having dinner and talking about anything and everything. That eventually led into Colby telling you about his, what you didn’t know at the time, human life.

You swore you fell in love that night.

“Did you?” Colby asks as he moves his head back slightly.

“Did I what?” You ask, knowing damn well why he asked. He tilts his head and you nod, “Yeah, but then you made me forget, so what’s it matter?”

“It matters because I need you.”

“Well I don’t need you, so..” you step back, “How do I break this.. I don’t even know, curse?”

“I’m not here to make your life hell, y/n.”

“That seems to be exactly what you’re doing, Colby.” You chew on your cheek, “Did you mess with my dreams again while you were-“ you air quote, “Gone?”

He shrugs, “Only the second night. The rest was you.”

You couldn’t lie, going from knowing that he’s always been there, to knowing he wasn’t there at all, hurt. It felt like a piece of you was missing, like you lost your security blanket or something.

“I’m not here to hurt you, unless you want me to.” A smirk twitches on his lips and you shake your head. Colby scoffs, “You may look like an angel, but I know that there’s a fire deep inside that pretty little body of yours.”

His words caused a chill of excitement to shimmy down your spine, “You know.. I thought for so long that the universe was so ugly for being against me..”

Colby tilts his head and you lock eyes, “But in reality it’s a gorgeous looking demon with a bit of an obsession problem.”

He cocks his jaw, nodding his head as he chuckles, “I mean what can I say? You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.”

You smile, looking down as your mind begins to race again. Colby walks over, lifting your chin, “Don’t do that to yourself. If you want answers, ask.”

You take a deep breath in through your nose, “I hate this. I hate the thought of having to lea-“ you stop, taking in a shaky breath.

“There’s ways around it, y/n.”

“I hate this. I hate even thinking about it.” You avoid looking at him, mainly because there’s more to it, and you know he’d get you to say it regardless.

“I just hate..” you look up, “That I fell in love with the way you touched me, without even using your hands.”

He licks his lips, smirking as he tilts his head, “So what? Are you saying yes?”

You chew on your lip, swallowing before you take a breath, “I need to know what it feels like when you do actually touch me.”

You walk over to him, hands sliding up his chest, “Are you controlling me?”

He shakes his head as his hands slide to your hips, “This is all you, my love.” He pulls you in, lips on yours and you instantly need more. You fist his shirt, pulling him closer as you whimper, “Please.”

“You have the control now, baby.” Colby whispers, lips trailing down your neck, “As I said, I will go to the deepest depths of hell to make you happy. I will be your sickening desire. I am yours, and you are mine.”

His words are low as he bites down on your skin, “Mine.”

He lifts you up, arm around your waist as his lips find yours, “Mine.”

He takes you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed, “Whatever you want. Whatever you need.” He whispers, pushing up your shirt so he can kiss your stomach, “I’ll get it for you.”

“I-I-“ you gasp as he pulls down your sweats, “no more making me do anything.”

He nods as he looks up at you, “Anything you want, baby.” He kisses back up your body, “I promise. You’re the only body I need. Your souls was meant to be mine.”

He moves his way in between your legs, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get my hands on you.”

“How are you real?” Your hands slide up his shoulders and rest against his neck, “Like I-“

“This is the body I died with, but trust and believe I can be anything I want to be.” Colby leans back, his eyes staring into yours, “But I just want to be everything you want and need.” His lips are on yours again, “Every inch of my darkened being aches for you.”

You whimper, hooking your legs around his waist, “I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”

He nods as he stands up, “Undress for me.”

Your eyes are on each other as you finish taking off the rest of your clothes, “You’ve seen me before, haven’t you?”

He nods, “But it still doesn’t compare to this moment right here.” He moves onto you, hips resting between your thighs as he slowly guides his cock into you without warning.

You gasp, throwing your head back as your nails dig into his shoulders and chest, “Fuck, fuck.” You moan loudly, chest rising and falling quickly as you feel yourself stretching to accommodate his cock, “Fuck you feel so good.”

“Words can’t even explain how you’re making me feel right now, baby.” Colby groans lowly, his hand sliding up to cup your throat.

You play your hand on his, urging him to squeeze, “You know me well enough. Just do it.”

His eyes darken and his thrusts are instantly punishing, ripping loud moans and pleasured screams before his hand cuts off all sound from your throat, “You sound even prettier than you look, my love.”

He groans, sliding a hand down to grip the outside of your thigh, “Do you like that?”

He looses a his grip just enough for a slight, “yes” to squeak out and he smirks, “Of course you do.” His lips crash onto yours and he groans into your mouth, “I fucking love you.”

Your back arches as he keeps your neck pinned to the bed, your cheeks start to heat up and you feel the tingling settling in as your vision starts to fade out, but all you focused on was Colby.

He lets go and you gasp out, “I love you.”

He stops, staring down at you, “You mean that.”

You nod and he shakes his head, “No, I mean. I can feel how much you mean that.” His thrusts resume, but they’re slower, “Fuck, you’re going to make the best Queen.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you’re not scared.

“I trust you.” You swallow, pulling him in to kiss, “This feels right.”

“I promise. I will take care of you.” Colby shakes his head, “Fuck, you’re the most important thing to me. The best thing I’ve ever got to touch, smell, taste.”

He pulls out, quickly moving down your body to throw your legs over his shoulders. His tongue immediately pushes between your folds and your hand flies to the back of his head, “Colby!”

He groans against you, gripping your hips roughly as he pins you down.

Your vision goes blurry as you arch your back, coming undone quickly with just the tip of his tongue, “f-fuck, fuckfuckfuck!”

“That’s it baby. Let it all go.”

Colby’s tongue guides you through your high, collecting every drop of your precious arousal before he kisses back up your body, “So fucking delicious.”

He pulls you on top of him, rolling onto his back as you straddling his waist to sink back down onto his cock with a loud moan.

You knew you were going to be littered with fingertip shape bruised, but that made everything hotter.

“That’s it.” Colby breathes out, “Fuck, just like that, my love. Look at you.” His eyes scan up your body to meet yours.

His hands slide up and down your thighs as you bounce, moaning louder and louder as you feel yourself coming closer to another orgasm.

Colby interlocks his hands with yours, bucking his hips upward and you squeeze his hands to hold yourself steady, “S-so close. Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

You throw your head back, screaming out as you feel yourself cum once more. Colby let’s go of your hands, sitting up to lay you back. His thrusts resume, guiding you through your high.

His thrusts come to a slow stop and he pulls out before laying next to you, “Brooke is going to be here any second.”

“She didn’t tell me she was-“

“Y/n? You home?”

You look over at Colby and let out a sigh before answering her, “Be out in a second.”

“Hurry up! I have to tell you something!” She yells back and you look at Colby, “You’ll come back right?”

“My love, I never leave.”

——

Thank you so much for being patient. I hope this is up to par and as always, I love you, and I will see you in the next one! 🖤🖤🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[captaindamianos]

I would love a new rec list if you’re offering! 👀🙏🏿😊

Hello!! I'm so incredibly sorry it took me more than a month instead of the day or ten I joked about in my tags. I wasn't feeling too great and I also lost my motivation to participate in the fandom in any way. So it was hard for me to focus on this task.

But I really want to thank you so much for encouraging me! This turned out to be a good way to appreciate other people participating in the fandom and thank them for the work they shared with us.

In the spirit of things though I'm going to make this the most self-indulgent list I can come up with, so this will probably include a few wips, but I'm going to mention that because I know people don't like wips (can't relate haha I've met cool people that way and I love when authors get chatty in the comments).

It's in no particular order! Just whatever came to mind or what I found in the depths of my bookmarks. Let's get started 💪

Canis Major by Lapin

Point of Opposition by forthelongesttime

lovesick by forthelongesttime

Favourite by RockingRobing

Sexual Intercourse by antivillain

The Stand-in Wedding Planner and the Obstinate Baker by penstrikesmidnight

even in another time by phlegmatic

white wine in the sun by phlegmatic (WIP)

Lord, You Keep Me Crawling by princessofpatras (WIP)

come uncover me series by sweetricebuns

i got the t-top cherry blue (now i'm looking at you) by sweetricebuns

too hot to handle series by sweetricebuns

Wildflowers by Shigure_Natsu

A (Precious) Moment In Time by CoffeeDragon87

Lemongrass & Peony by starsxabove

The Garden by DisraeliGears

we kiss and then by residue (please check out all of the authors works as well👌)

Feasts From Heaven by ahdriking

Brute by ahdriking

From Your Mouth by Holly_Golightly I hope there's something in there for everyone, always heed the warnings and ratings. I deliberately left out a lot of fanfics that are already popular, because chances are people have already read them. But I had to add some, because they're very dear to me personally like EIAT and Brute. And I featured a few I've read in the past few months to a year or two. Maybe you missed them, maybe you recently joined and filtered for kudos or hits. But definitely give them a chance, there's so many gems out there. It's once again just a really really small list and definitely doesn't include everything I liked or would recommend, but I have to stop somewhere. If there's specific tropes or things you're looking for, let me know, I can try to make themed lists as well, if it's something I read myself. Hopefully in a shorter time frame next time.

[temporary-tats]

Hey I'll take you up on that offer of a list of your favourite Bees fics 👀👀👀

Always looking for more. I feel like I've barely scratched the surface though. And if they're half as good as the Midnight Bees fic then yes please!

Oh Anon do I have a list for you.

A Note Before We Begin: Most of these Bumbleby fics are lengthy, multi-chapter pieces, often coming in at 70k+ words. The majority of these recommendations are not light reads because I am a sucker for emotional journeys full of ups, downs, and angst. If you're looking for more lighthearted recommendations, then I am unfortunately too much of an emotional masochist for you! (But, considering you've come here as a fan of MM, I have a feeling you'll enjoy these)

I'll also be updating this post with new fics occasionally, and to update my Top 5! So if you ever need something new to read, come back and check out this recs list :]

~ 💛💜 Now, let's begin 💜💛 ~

My Top 5 Favorite Bumbleby Fics (as of April 2024)

Paring down this list is Incredibly (TM) difficult, but these are 5 fics that brutally obliterated me, emotionally, physically, spiritually, etc.

when I dream of dying I never feel so loved by lescousinsdangeroux - Mature; 73k Words; Alternate Universe - Edge of Tomorrow/RWBY Fusion (Sci-Fi, Time Loop, Grimm, Semblances); TW: Repeated (Temporary) Major and Minor Character Death and Mild Gore

I Know You by Monochrome_Gray - Mature; 238k Words; Alternate Universe - Witches; Semblances as Magic; Clairvoyance; Poly Raven, Summer, and Taiyang; Slow Burn; TW: Minor Character Death, Depression, and Minor Dysphoria (NB Yang)

hear her in the wind by lescousinsdangeroux - Mature; 109k Words; Alternate Universe - The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/RWBY Fusion (Remnant = Hyrule, Maidens = Champions, Adam = Ganon; Yang = Link and Blake = Zelda; Grimm) TW: PTSD

Gunslinger by pugoata - Mature; 218k Words; Alternate Universe - Western; No Semblances; Sheriff Yang; Politics; TW: Intense Faunus Racism (it's 90% of the plot), Public Execution, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Abuse

you're a mountain, full of glory by lescousinsdangeroux - Explicit; 111k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern/Snowboarder and Skier; No Semblances; No Faunus; Friends with Benefits; Found Family; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse

The Hall of Fame

These are fics that, at one point, touched the Top 5 list. They may have been nudged out by another work, but they're still top tier.

They Can't Steal the Love You're Born to Find by timeespaceandpixiedust - Mature; 101k Words; Alternate Universe - Courtroom, Childhood, College/University; Non-linear Timeline; Adam on Trial; Very Emotional Conversations; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence, PTSD, Depression;

Compass by pugoata - Mature; 74k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, Roadtrip, Soulmates; No Semblances; Hitchhiker Blake; Tense Tai and Yang Relationship; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

Shelter by pugoata - Mature; 73k Words; Alternate Universe - Farm; No Semblances; Runaway Blake; Farmer Yang; GOATS; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence, PTSD;

Brighter by y8ay8a - Explicit; 212k Words; Alternate Canon; Events from Volume 2/3 - Beginning of Volume 7; Very Emotional Conversations; Blake and Yang in the Before and Healing Through the After; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Depression, PTSD;

let you see my wilder side (if i can see your bones) by explosivesky - Explicit; 107k Words; Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Rockstar and Movie Star; Actress Yang; Rockstar Blake; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence;

take it from your grave by explosivesky - Mature; 48k Words; Alternate Universe - Gothic Horror; Monsters; Curses; Forbidden Romance; Forbidden Found Family; TW: Brief Depictions of Violence, Depression, PTSD;

Other Amazing Works

Didn't quite reach the Top 5, but these fics were still phenomenal.

Midnight Menagerie by Kaelidascope - ONGOING; Explicit; Currently 289k Words; Alternate Universe - Future Dystopia, Sex-Industry, Crime Syndicates; No Semblances; No Faunus; Bartender Yang; Dancer Blake; Street Racing; Gritty Fic, but with Lots of Fluff; Slowburn; Gunning For the Top 5 Once Finished;

NOTE: This fic tackles VERY emotionally intense and gritty topics. While done (in my opinion) very masterfully and with great care, please proceed with caution. TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence, R@pe/Non-Con, Human Trafficking, Past Abuse/Assault of a Minor, Death, PTSD, Emotional Manipulation, Physical Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts;

Praeludium and Allegro by yangsbandana - Mature; 68k Words; Alternate Universe - Orchestra, Conservatory; Viola/Violin Blake; Cello Yang; Healing; TW: Depictions of Abuse, PTSD;

Best Laid Plans by Sawrin - Teen and Up; 10k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; Dog POV; Fluffy;

Expecting by Sawrin - General Audiences; 8k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; Best Laid Plans Part 2; Dog POV; Baby on the Way;

From the Heart by Softlight - Mature; 77k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, Bakery; No Semblances; Baker Yang; Bookstore Owner Blake; Healing; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse, Brief Depictions of Violence, Depression, Grief

what if it's all just a black abyss (and lips that kiss you) by lescousinsdangeroux - Teen and Up; 30k Words; Alternate Universe - Star Wars; Force Bond; Found Family; Smuggler and Pilot Yang; Runaway Sith Apprentice Blake; TW: Brief Depictions of Violence;

it's not living (if it's not with you) by explosivesky - Mature; 10k Words; Alternate Universe - Pop Punk/Rock Band; No Semblances; No Faunus; No Angst Just Fluff;

Crash Landing by kienava - Mature; 43k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, College/University, Text Messages; No Semblances; No Faunus; Crack but with Serious Moments; Slow Burn; TW: Implied/Referenced Drug Use;

roads that lead you home by lescousinsdangeroux - Teen and Up; 15k Words; Alternate Canon/Future RWBY; Weiss POV; Bumbleby Included but Not the Full Focus; Found Family; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

you've got me seeing stars by explosivesky - Mature; 25k Words; Alternate Canon; Beacon Never Falls; Happy and In Love Bees; Pining; Partial Sun POV;

shake us together like a snow globe by explosivesky - Mature; 34k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, College/University, Fake Dating; No Semblances; Home for the Holidays; Mutual Pining; More Emotional than Angsty; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

Mixed Melodies by EmpressOfEdge - Mature; 25k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern, Rock Band; No Semblances; Drummer Yang; Bassist Blake;

Waiting (on You) by Mikotyzini - Teen and Up; 133k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; No Semblances; No Faunus; Ultimate Slow Burn; Yang is Oblivious;

You and Me, and One Hot Summer by EmpressOfEdge - Mature; 98k Words; Alternate Universe - Modern; No Semblances; Summer Romance; Ultimate Wingman Sun; TW: Implied/Referenced Abuse;

[butcherlarry]

Hi! Sorry to bother you, love. But I just saw the jl x rwby crossover and I was wondering if you’ve any fic recs about Bruce having bat wings? I’m obsessed with the design they gave him in this movie. Thank you so much!

Bruce with bat wings, hmmm?

Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514 @jube514 - Superbat, Batfam, complete. This is on of my favorite (and probably the most popular) wingfics. Batman has batwings and the rest of the Robins have bird wings. This is a completely different take on wingfic stories I've read and I absolutely love it. Give it a read if you haven't yet!

An Idiots Guide to Building a Bat Colony by DragonDart @dragondart - Superbat, wip. Harpy Bruce! And not just any harpy, but a bat harpy! I love the world building in this fic, and I always get excited when it updates! (It also looks like this author has another fic where Bruce gets turned in to Manbat that I haven't read yet! I will definitely be checking that one out too 👀)

Also @sreppub has some lovely superbat art of bat cryptid Bruce here!

Happy reading!

[gvfgal]

How to Fall in Love in Ten Days

*18+ series, minors dni.

A/n: I’ll skip the chit chat and let you guys get straight to it, I’m sure some of you have been looking forward to this 👀 Leave questions, comment, & concerns wherever you see fit, and as always, enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of illness and death, graphic sexual content, loss of virg!nity (not graphic), fingering (f!rec), breeding (mild).

Word Count: 8.2k

Day Seven: The Rain

The thunderstorm had settled over Sterling House the next day, casting a somber gloom through the hallways with its dark, brooding clouds. Yet, the Duke’s spirits seemed unaffected by the melancholic weather. With a buoyant grin, Daniel waltzed into the breakfast parlor, expecting to see you there. However, he was met only with the sight of his staff, who were silently bustling about the room in preparation for breakfast. The fat droplets of rain hitting the windowpanes were the only sounds accompanying them.

Daniel frowned and turned to Roslyn, who was busy setting polished silverware on the table. “She is in the drawing room,” she spoke without hardly turning to look at him, lest she risk showing him the smirk that was set on her face.

With a nod, Daniel excused himself and made his way to the drawing room. There, he found you sitting by the window, gazing out at the sunless landscape with a slight pout etched into your features. He found it endearing.

“Good morning,” he announced softly from the threshold. You cast a somber glance at him before returning your gaze to the rain.

“It is raining,” you said with a huff.

Daniel chuckled, walking slowly towards you. “Indeed, it is.”

“I wanted to take the horses out today,” you lamented, standing as he neared, struggling with the urge to seek comfort in his touch, “but we cannot because it is raining.”

Thunder rumbled as Daniel admired your beauty, even when you were sulking you mesmerized him. “I’m sorry, Your Grace,” he apologized sincerely. “If I could part the clouds and summon the sun to shine solely for you, I would do so without question. But since I can do no such thing, I assure you there is plenty for us to do here in Sterling House to occupy our time.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not quite satisfied. “Like what?”

“Well, for starters,” Daniel suggested amusedly, “why don’t we have breakfast here in the drawing room instead? A change of scenery might do us some good. I can have the servants prepare the room for us.”

“And then what?” you asked, still not convinced.

“And then,” Daniel chuckled, taking hold of your hand, “I will show you just how wonderful life can be here at Sterling House. All of these rooms, they aren’t just for show, though I’m sure it appears that way. There is plenty to do here,” he stepped closer, “and I will show you.”

His effort was apparent. He could’ve easily closed himself up in his office with the weather as an excuse, but he wanted to spend the day by your side, doing whatever he could to brighten your mood and bask in your presence a bit longer.

“Breakfast in the drawing room it is, then,” you agreed, smiling up at him.

Daniel summoned the servants to prepare the drawing room for breakfast, and the two of you settled by the window as the gentle patter of raindrops created a soothing backdrop for your morning. Amidst the cozy setting, laughter and light-hearted banter flowed freely between you, a sense of warmth and belonging enveloping the room. Both of you felt truly at home together, finding solace and joy in each other's company.

Once breakfast was concluded, Daniel led you through the grand hallways to the art gallery. The long corridor was adorned with exquisite portraits and landscapes, ones you weren’t interested in when Roslyn showed them to you, but now they held a different type of allure now that Daniel was the one accompanying you. As you strolled leisurely, pausing at each masterpiece, you engaged in lively discussions about their histories and the emotions they evoked. Daniel’s hand frequently brushed against yours as he pointed out intricate details, each fleeting touch sending a delightful warmth through you.

After some time, Daniel guided you back to the drawing room, over to a small table set up with a chessboard. “Do you play?” he inquired, a playful glint in his eye.

“I must admit, I have never been taught,” you confessed.

“Then today is the perfect day to learn,” he declared, pulling out a chair for you.

The next couple hours were spent in earnest instruction. It was obvious Daniel enjoyed this teaching moment. His patience was evident as he explained each move and strategy, his proximity intoxicating, his voice a soothing balm as you concentrated on the game. You ended up not performing too well, as you struggled to focus, distracted by his nearness, but the intimate exchange seemed to deepen your connection even more.

When the rain showed no sign of relenting, Daniel suggested lunch in the conservatory. The clear ceiling allowed you to watch the raindrops dance above you as you dined, the sound creating a gentle symphony, a cocoon of tranquility that enveloped you both.

After lunch, Daniel led you to the library. You settled into plush chairs side by side, a selection of books between you. Hours slipped away as you read in companionable silence, the flickering fire casting a warm glow around the room. You took a break from your reading for tea, conveniently brought to the library by one of the servants. It felt wonderfully domestic, a glimpse into a future where you might spend your days lost in each other’s company, content in the quiet comfort of shared space. The constant thunder outside became a mere backdrop, overshadowed by the contentment of being by each other’s side.

As evening descended, dinner was a relaxed affair, the continuous rain providing a soothing accompaniment. Once the meal had concluded, Daniel whisked you away to the music room, a place you hadn’t entered since your second day at Sterling House.

You lingered by the door as Daniel stepped inside, your eyes inevitably drawn to the grand piano that always commanded your attention.

“Roslyn told me that you played,” Daniel said softly, gesturing towards the instrument. A flush of embarrassment washed over you.

“Oh, I used to.”

“You don’t anymore?” He watched you closely, his gaze intent.

“I haven’t in a while.”

Daniel paused, then his voice rang out, almost pleading, “Would you? For me?”

His words, so tender and earnest, sent your heart racing. Eager to please him in a way you never had been before, you nervously approached the piano. Daniel settled into a nearby chair, his eyes following your every movement as you removed the cover from the keys and ran your fingers along them.

“Is there anything you’d like to hear?” you asked meekly.

The Duke grinned sincerely. “Whatever is on your heart.”

Turning away from him to gather your courage, you recalled the songs you had memorized over the years. You finally decided on one you knew well, confident you wouldn’t falter and embarrass yourself.

Straightening in your seat, your fingers hovered over the keys before the melody began pouring into the room.

Daniel closed his eyes, the sound of the music mingling with the storm outside, creating the most soothing harmony he had heard in a long time. But as the familiar melody filled the air, his eyes shot back open in astonishment.

He recognized the tune immediately; it was his mother’s favorite. Memories of her playing that very song on this piano flooded back— his father completely enraptured by her playing, similar to the way Daniel was now.

He had not heard it since her funeral, and seeing you play it, so lost in the moment, stirred something deep within him. The Duke was motionless, staring at you in disbelief, wondering how, out of all the songs you could have chosen, you had selected that one. He had never shared that part of his life with you, and the coincidence seemed like a sign if ever there was one.

As you concluded the song, you turned to face Daniel sheepishly, his bewildered stare and stark silence making you grow nervous once again.

“I suppose I am a bit rusty,” you chuckled nervously.

“No,” Daniel insisted, snapping out of his trance, “no. That was beautiful. It is just… the song,” he stood and crossed over to you, sitting beside you on the bench, “it was my mother’s favorite. She used to play it all the time. I haven’t heard it since her funeral.”

You were surprised at this revelation, but there was a look on Daniel’s face, almost one of sadness, that you couldn’t help but want to dissect.

“How did she pass?” The question escaped before you could think twice about it. The Duke turned to face you, not expecting for you to ask him that question, but suddenly very willing to let you in.

“My mother was a beacon of light in our household,” Daniel began after taking a moment to gather his thoughts, his voice filled with a soft reverence. “She was beautiful, not just in appearance, but in spirit. Her kindness seemed boundless, and she was loved by everyone who knew her. My father…” His voice grew wistful, as if he were sifting through cherished memories. “My father worshipped the very ground she walked on. Their love was something out of a fairy tale, so profound and unwavering. I remember watching them together, observing how their bond was so unbreakable.”

Daniel’s face shifted, and he swallowed hard. You reached out, placing your hand over his, offering silent support. “When I was eleven, everything changed. My mother was struck by a mysterious illness that slowly sapped her strength and confined her to bed. My father, once a diligent and dutiful Duke, became consumed by the quest to find a cure for her. He spent every waking moment searching, refusing to let anyone else care for her. It was as if his love alone could will her back to health.”

“Then came the day he heard of a doctor in India who might hold the key to her recovery. Despite her grave condition, he set sail, determined to save her. I still remember the look in his eyes – the desperation. He did not want to leave her, but he left everything behind, risking all for the chance to bring her back.”

Thunder crashed outside, heightening the intensity of the moment. You dared not move, caught in the raw emotion of his story.

“But fate is a cruel mistress,” Daniel scoffed bitterly. “My mother passed away two weeks after he left, her body finally succumbing to the illness. Sometimes I wonder if she waited until he was no longer there to finally slip away, perhaps to spare him from seeing her in that state. And almost as if the heavens themselves conspired to keep them together, a storm capsized my father’s ship just hours after her death. He never made it back. I believe it was destiny’s way of ensuring they would never have to be apart. News of his tragic end overshadowed her passing. And I… I hardly had time to grieve the revelation of being an orphan before I was thrust into my duties.”

Your heart ached for your husband. Hearing his story brought a new perspective, a breakthrough you had hoped for. You couldn’t fathom the despair a young Daniel must have felt. In his position, you too might have been hardened by such tragic events.

Daniel wasn’t finished. The telling of his story seemed to unburden him, and you were the perfect, attentive audience. He’d never felt so comfortable speaking of these things aloud, and the relief was palpable.

“My father’s love for her was so profound, so all-consuming, that it ultimately cost him his life,” he sounded astonished at this. “For a long time, I was angry at him for this. I thought any man who would abandon his duty for love was foolish. Our people suffered greatly after his death. It took years of hard work on my part to restore what had been lost, which is why my people’s trust in me is so strong.”

“But now, I’m beginning to see things differently,” he confessed. “In a way, his death was the ultimate sacrifice, a testament to his devotion, and perhaps that’s the most noble thing a man can do.” Your words rang out in his head: ‘you pride yourself on being a dutiful man, yet you forsake the greatest duty of all.’

“As much as it pained me, I can’t help but see the purity in that sacrifice. It was a love so strong, it defied even death.”

As he gazed out the window, speaking his last words, a realization struck him—a realization so overwhelming it filled him with a mix of fear and wonder.

When he looked back at you, your face was etched with a profound emotion, an emotion he had longed to see. The way you held his hand firmly in yours as he poured out his most closely held feelings, unwavering, gave him a sense of clarity he had not felt before. In that moment, he understood the depth of his feelings for you, feelings that mirrored the love his father had for his mother, and it both frightened and enlivened him.

Daniel slowly withdrew his hand from yours, standing from the bench beside you. The sudden loss of his touch left you feeling bereft, and your eyes found his, filled with a gentle apology. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reopened such a painful wound, fearing he now regretted divulging so much. But you had no idea of the tumult of thoughts overwhelming him.

“Excuse me, Your Grace,” he apologized, attempting to compose himself. His voice wavered slightly, betraying his nerves. “It is getting late. I believe I shall retire to bed.”

Checkmate. He had mirrored the very move you’d made on him just a few days prior. Understanding the need for reprieve all too well, you chose not to protest his wishes.

“Of course,” you said, closing the lid of the piano keys and rising gracefully. You smoothed out your dress, casting a fleeting glance at the clock in the corner, though you didn’t bother to actually read the time. It was merely a distraction to keep yourself from staring at him.

The Duke, however, seemed unashamed to gaze at you. Though he had suggested ending the night, he made no move to tear his eyes from your form. His stare was intense, a longing restraint evident in his orbs.

A flash of lightning outside finally pulled Daniel from his reverie. He bowed to you swiftly, almost reluctantly. “Goodnight, Your Grace.”

“Goodnight,” you replied softly, your voice tinged with unspoken emotions.

As he turned to leave, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the evening’s revelations pressing down on both of you. The storm outside raged on, mirroring the tempest within your hearts. Daniel paused at the door, glancing back at you one last time. His eyes held a promise, a silent vow that this conversation was far from over.

With a final nod, he left the room, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the echo of his words. You stood there, the room suddenly feeling too vast and empty, the memory of his touch lingering like a ghost. The night had revealed so much, yet left even more unsaid, and you knew that this was only the beginning of a journey that neither of you could predict.

The storm outside was relentless, each crack of thunder echoing through the dark halls of Sterling House. You tossed and turned in bed, your thoughts a tumultuous mix of your conversation with Daniel and the profound emotions it had stirred within you. Unable to find solace, you slipped out of bed and into your house slippers, making your way to the library to seek refuge among the comforting presence of its books, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

There was a more pressing reason that led you to the library, spurred by Roslyn's casual remark from a few days prior:

"...there are nights when I notice light seeping from beneath the door, late into the evening..."

This recollection lingered in your mind, filling you with hope that tonight might be one of those very nights. With a curious anticipation, you ventured towards the library, harboring a quiet certainty that you might find him there, cloistered away amidst the books and shadows.

And sure enough, as you pushed open the heavy door, there he was, standing by the window, his silhouette illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning and the fire that roared ferociously in the fireplace. He turned at the sound of your entrance, as if he’d already been expecting your arrival, yet you couldn’t tell if he was happy or aggrieved with seeing you.

“You could not sleep?” he asked, his voice soft yet resonant over the patter of rain.

“The storm is keeping me up,” you replied, though you knew it was not the storm but the storm of emotions within you that left you restless. You had a feeling he was awake for the same reason. When he did not respond, you felt a pang of guilt and added, “I am sorry if I upset you by bringing up your mother earlier.”

Daniel shook his head slowly, his eyes mirroring the turmoil of the storm outside. "No, you did not upset me. It’s just..."

"Just what?" you prompted gently, stepping closer, your voice soft but insistent. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air between you, and you felt a deep need to bridge the gap. "I am your wife," you continued, your voice wavering slightly, "you— you can confide in me." The assertion of your role seemed to anchor him, giving him the fortitude he needed.

"Tell me, Your Grace," you implored, your voice steady now. "What is on your mind?"

He turned fully to face you, his eyes holding a fierce intensity that sent your heart racing. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to gather the courage to unveil his thoughts. You stood there, breathless, waiting for the Duke to share what had drawn you to him this night, hopeful for a glimpse into the depths of his guarded heart.

Daniel began to pace, his movements restless, a stark contrast to the usual composed demeanor he wore like armor. His hands raked through his tousled hair, his eyes wild with the turmoil of emotions that had been festering within him.

“Since the day I lost my mother,” he began, his voice raw with emotion, “I have locked away a part of myself, terrified of opening my heart, dreading the inevitable pain of loss.” He stopped suddenly, turning to look at you, his eyes pleading for understanding. “My father’s unwavering devotion to my mother, his sacrifice, his journey to the ends of the earth for a remedy—it always seemed like an unattainable ideal, a love so profound it bordered on madness.”

He took several steps towards you, emerging from the shadows until he stood but a few paces away. The raw emotion etched into his face was now plainly visible, sending heat coursing through your body.

“Yet, standing here now, looking at you, I realize I would do the same for you without hesitation. That realization frightens me, for I have spent my life fleeing from the shadow of my father,” he declared, his voice rising in fervor, though not in a manner that frightened you. His passion commanded your attention; it would be folly to focus elsewhere.

“He was so blinded by love that he became a martyr to it, abandoning his duty for the sake of his heart. But, Your Grace,” he paused, his voice breaking slightly, “when it comes to you, that would be my greatest honor.”

He stepped closer still, and you moved forward in kind, feeling the electric pull drawing you nearer.

“I know I have been distant, even cruel at times,” he continued, “I shut you out, not out of malice, but out of fear. Fear of the power I knew you would wield over me, the way you have inevitably woven yourself into the very fabric of my being.” He was pleading now, “You have become my every waking thought, my every hope and dream. It is futile to deny how much I need you any longer. I find myself yearning for your presence at every waking moment of the day, craving your touch, needing your nearness like the air I breathe. You have awakened a part of me I thought long dead, a part that yearns for a future wherein your company is ever present.”

Daniel’s gaze bore into yours, his eyes dark with the intensity of his confession. “At first, I thought it was mere lust, but my realization tonight proved that my need for you far surpasses the physical.” His eyes raked over your body as he spoke, making it clear that desire still lingered heavily in his mind.

He let out a shaky breath, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. Finally, he closed the remaining distance between you, taking both of your hands in his and pulling them close to his chest. “I know it sounds mad, perhaps even reckless, but I believe I am falling in love with you. My heart, my soul—they want to be yours entirely, and the thought of living without you is a fate I do not think I can bear. I know that now.”

Daniel’s voice trembled as he finished, his vulnerability laid bare. “So, forgive me if I seem distant or frightened, for it is not you that I fear, but the magnitude of what I feel. It is fear and pure desperation. I cannot conceal this any longer lest I go mad. I need you, wholly, desperately, and urgently.”

He looked at you, the realization of his own words crashing over him like a tidal wave. This was it—the final wall he had built around himself had finally come crashing down. His heart was now on his sleeve, bleeding openly. It was up to you to decide what the next move would be.

You were breathing erratically, staring into his passion-filled eyes as you tried to find the words to respond.

“I too have been afraid, Your Grace,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the storm. “Afraid of my feelings, afraid of opening my heart to someone who seemed so distant,” you shook your head as you held him close, feeling as if that were the most foolish thing ever, “but from the moment I arrived here, I have felt something profound, something I could not put into words. All I ever wanted was to know you, to understand you, so that I could love you in the way you needed me to. I wanted immediately to be able to do that for you, I could not explain it. But you had been a mystery, a man of shadows and silences, and yet, you still captivated my every thought.”

“I tried fighting it the way you have, but with every moment I spend near you, even the ones when we aren’t at our best, I find myself wanting more. And every glance, every touch, every shared moment has only deepened my affection for you.”

You took a deep breath, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take back your next words, but nodding to confirm their truth. “I believe I am falling in love with you too, at least I think this is what falling in love feels like.” Leaning forward, your next words were spoken in a breathy whisper, “I am aware that my need for your surpasses the physical,” your eyes fell to his supple lips, “but if I may be honest, in this moment that need seems to occupy much of my being.”

Your voice had gone sultry against your own will, the feeling of being held against his solid body rapidly causing you to lose restraint. His putting his heart on the line as he had tonight had broken the last barrier you had up, and now you were ready to yield to him.

Daniel’s eyes darkened still with carnality at your confession, and though declarations of possible love were in the air, he was willing to set them aside in order to satisfy the agonizing desire he too was harboring.

Your admissions were laid bare, a foundation for future discourse. Yet this moment, so perfectly poised and tantalizingly intimate, demanded to be seized.

"So, Your Grace," you continued, your voice a soft command as you gently brushed your nose against his, "now that we have dispensed with those confessions, will you please kiss me again?"

Your tone, though gentle, held an assertive authority. It was not a mere request but a fervent demand, one you could no longer restrain. The Duke, captivated by your boldness, found himself unable to resist.

His hands snaked up to cup your face, closing any more space that might have been between you. Your eyes, round and pleading peered up into his fiery ones, begging him without a word to heed your request.

“As you wish,” he finally whispered into your mouth before his lips came crashing in.

Your knees buckled on impact, and you grasped firmly at the loose fabric of his shirt, sure to leave wrinkles in your wake.

The kiss was hot and heavy, similar to the one in the office the day before, only this time neither of you dared to stop yourselves. Daniel backed you into one of the towering bookshelves, a few of its titles falling to the floor at your feet with a clamber.

The Duke’s frantic kisses traveled lower, down your neck to your collarbone, seemingly his favorite place on your body. When his hands left your face and found their way to your chest, kneading your breasts over your nightgown in the palms of his large hands, you mewled loudly. He grinned wickedly into the kiss at you arched your back, seeking out more of his touch.

His slender fingers then became occupied with your gown’s ruffled straps, teasingly pulling them down your shoulders then up again once more, his eyes drowning in a tempest of his own desire.

“Take it off for me, would you, darling?” he hummed the question into your ear, “I’d like to see all of my bride.”

He gave your swollen lips one more firm kiss before he stepped away, allowing you to undress yourself as he’d requested.

Eager to please him once more, and shameless in your submission, you tugged at the straps of your nightgown, pulling it down off your goosebump riddled shoulders and letting it slide past your torso to your waist. Bashfulness had no place in that room any longer; there was no more hiding from one another.

Daniel’s gaze was all consuming as he beheld you, noticing the way your nipples harder in the exposure of the room. “Even better than I’ve imagined,” he muttered with a satisfied grin, then his head ticked upwards, “keep going.”

As you began tugging your dress down your legs, Daniel pulled his shirt over his head, discarding of it on the floor. Now only in your undergarments, there was only little that Daniel’s covetous eyes couldn’t see. Desperate for your touch again he reached a hand out to you, pulling you closer to where he was standing by the warmth of the fireplace.

He turned you towards the flames, pressing his chest against your back and you gasped at the sensation. Not only had you felt the gratifying sensation on his bare skin against your own, but another part of him, rock solid and pulsating pressed against the supple flesh of your rear. Never have you felt so much of him at once, and as you’d said earlier, every bit you got had you wanting more and more.

His hands began massaging your chest again, this time without anything obstructing him. It wasn’t missed upon him how much you enjoyed the touch earlier, and he wanted greatly to give you that bliss again. He wondered if you knew that was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the pleasure he could bring to you.

“Daniel,” you purred out as his head dropped to suck hot kisses along your neck, his fingers rolling at your peaked nubs. It was so rare you called him by his name, and the Duke weakened at the sound of it leaving your lips. So saccharine and wanton, it increased the Duke’s urgency to unravel you more.

He spun you around dropped to his knees before you, his long digits toying with the hem of your under garments, gazing up at you in silent questioning. When you nodded, he began slowly removing them, agonizingly slow, making sure to leave a trail of his fiery touch down your legs as he did so.

You stepped out of them, feeling at last completely exposed, but you hardly had the chance to overthink it before his lips were on your skin once more.

“Say my name again,” his voice was muffled as he pressed impassioned kisses into the flesh of your thighs, “I love the way it sounds coming from your lips.”

You daydreamed often about being in this position, but never in a million years did you think it would feel this good. There were desires shooting up within you that you never knew existed, and you were sailing head first into to seeking them out.

Your hands found his hair, fingers twisting into his locks in a way that pulled a fervent groan up out of his diaphragm. His breath fanned against your heat, and your body began to tingle.

“Daniel,” you sighed again, your hands beginning to grip at him more urgently, “I need more of you.” You were begging now, and you weren’t ashamed.

The Duke rose to his feet, ushering you over to the love seat positioned across from the fire place. Exposed as you were, the frigid air in the room had you seeking shelter under the throw blanket that lay across the back of the sofa. You curled it up to your chin as you settled against the smooth upholstery, watching in awe as Daniel stood before you, the contour of his strong body illuminated by the flames behind him. A flash of lightning lit the room further, highlighting briefly the serious and concerned looked etched into his face. He observed you silently for several grueling moments, watching the way you lay panting and waiting for him. It felt almost too good to be true.

Finally, he stepped away from the couch, his hand finding the button of his pants, his eyes never wavering from you.

You tried your best to hold his gaze, but your eyes couldn’t seem to want to watch the Duke’s every move, eager for him to reveal the most intimate parts of himself to you. He was moving slower than necessary, but there was something about it that only served to make you grow hotter.

“Before we continue,” he rasped, calling your attention back to his face, “I need to hear you say that you want this.”

You smirked, glad for a chance to break the tension in the room, “a prideful man even in moments like these?”

He smiled warmly at you, unperturbed by your teasing.

“It is not for the sake of my ego,” he assured, his earnest returning, “I just want you to be sure you are truly ready to give yourself over to me fully,” he stepped out of one pant leg, “ready to make this commitment to our relationship,” then the other.

This reservation was a valid one. After this, your marriage would be sealed; fully binding in the eyes of the law and the church. Before, you had the chance of backing out of the marriage, though it was highly frowned upon, and you were glad you’d hung tight. But now, if things were to continue in the direction they were heading, that choice would no longer be. No matter how things progressed or digressed after this, your chances of escaping were ill to none.

Your eyes fell to Daniel’s lower half again, catching sight of the way he tried to conceal his erection from you, trying to hide how desperately he wanted to continue despite him giving you the option to stop. His efforts proved futile, however. You could clearly see the way he was pressed against his briefs, thick and rock solid, his entire being humming in anticipation. It’d almost be cruel to deny him in the state he was in.

You swallowed nervously, squirming in your place, “I am ready, your Grace.” The formalities were back for whatever reason. You blamed the butterflies that stirred within your stomach.

Daniel nodded in return, and at last, he removed his briefs from his body. His members sprung from beneath them, its tip hitting his abdomen and leaving a tiny glimmer of arousal in the patch of hair below his belly button.

Your orbs dilated at the sight of him in all his royal glory a soft gasp escaping your mouth, but he doesn’t leave you gaping for long. He made his way back over to you, slipping underneath the throw and crowding your space like never before. It was an overwhelming amount of sensations; his dark curls sweeping across your face, his erection hovering so close to your pulsating heat, his heavy breathing floating across your chest, his devilishly captivating eyes. The Duke lifts your chin so that you are gazing right into them, being reeled in further and further.

“I promise to be gentle,” he murmured sincerely, speaking in a way that eased any apprehension you may have been harboring. He could see it written on your face, but in the twinkle of your eye, he could see that desire was immense.

“And to take my time with this delicate little flower,” Daniel’s nimble fingers find your folds without having to tear his eyes from your face, collecting the slick that clung to them. A lazed smile finds his face when you gasped loudly, and he probed gently until he was hovering over your entrance. You fought against squirming your hips to seek out his touch, not wanting to come off as needy so soon. But it was growing more and more difficult with each passing second, because you were, in fact, needy. Desperate, better yet. The Duke leaned in close to your ear, his next words spoken in an authoritative husk, “and when you want more, you tell me you want more.”

After that, you could wait no longer, and luckily, Daniel did not make you. Once the words passed his lips, the finger hovering near your entrance dipped inside. Your body jolted, it was a brief moment of unfamiliarity before you were able to adjust to what you were feeling, and it was quite pleasant. But after a few strokes, you knew it wasn’t quite enough.

His eyes were back on your face, watching and gaging your reaction, trying not to show how much the moment was affecting him.

You pulled his lips to yours and kissed him deeply before pulling away and whispering, “more.”

He answered your request immediately, a second finger joining the first on its next venture in, slowing their pace as you adjusted to the change in pressure.

Your gasp stole the air right out of the Duke’s lungs, inhaling him deeply in more ways than one.

“How does that feel?” He questioned, remembering still even in his fervor to be gentle. He kissed the peak of your cheekbone, the gesture feeling so perfectly solidifying.

The tension that the additional digit brought had vanished, being replaced by searing pleasure once again.

“It feels good,” you peeped. You lifted your head to nip at the baby smoothie skin of his bicep, “but I need more.”

When a third finger joined the chorus, the stretch that accompanied it caused you to dig your nails into his back, to offset the burn.

The Duke, clearly spurred on by this, began grinding himself against your leg in time with the stroke of his fingers, his stifled groans of satisfaction filling the space between you.

It took a bit longer for you to attune to the stretch he was inflicting. But when you did, oh, when you did, a whole new world opened up around you. You felt more alight than ever before, bolder and more open than ever in your life.

“Please, Daniel,” you begged sweetly, “I need more.”

You were stunned when everything stopped in an instant, his fingers slipping out of you and leaving behind a unsatisfied pool of heat in your lower half.

But when his thrusting against your leg ceased as well, and you felt the tip of his pulsating cock prodding at your entrance, a new type of desire took hold of you.

He pauses once the tip was in, taken completely off guard by how silky you were, and how you clung to him tightly, not knowing anything in the world could feel that good. He’d had his rendezvous before, but this was completely different, and it could be felt.

“Christ,” he grunted, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, still holding himself still. But the Duke had opened a door for you that he was going to have to close. He steadies himself, leaning back to look you in your flushed face before he slides himself in. This time you do cry out, grateful the storm outside was raging to drown you out. Your grip on him tightens, and he hisses, his eyes falling closed in rapture before focusing back on you.

When your body relaxes, he slips out, then back in, this time a bit further. You gasp again, but there’s more delight laced in it this time, and Daniel takes notice of that. This was all new for you, but you both couldn’t help but notice how you welcomed him in so perfectly. After a few more thrusts, the sharp pain that accompanied every clip was replaced with a blissful form of fulfillment that rivaled little to nothing.

The Duke continued with his advance, gliding himself at a steady pace against your rippling walls. It was clear to you, however, that he was still holding his restraint, still making sure to take his time with you in this newfound territory.

A few indecent curses float out of Daniel, though you thought they were perfect for the moment. His chiseled arms framing your face were stiff as he restrained himself.

“I cannot believe I’ve been denying myself of this,” he leans down and plants a lazy kiss on your left breast, “all this time, this is what I’ve been missing out on.”

His admission was a triumph for your pride. It was gratifying to hear the Duke confess he had done himself a disservice by keeping you at arm’s length. Now that he had glimpsed the heaven you could bring, you fervently hoped he would never shun you again. And he knew, in his heart, he would never dare to shun you henceforth.

You are open, blossoming for him like like a rose after a fresh rain, coaxing him on with every sweet whimper that passes you.

“I’m ready for more, your Grace,” you sighed. Daniel was caught off guard by your insatiable desire. He’d thought, for your first time, this would be the most you’d allow yourself. There was still more of him for you to take in, his max had not been reached, and there certainly was plenty more pent up tension bubbling in the Duke for him to exert. But he wasn’t sure if you’d be ready for that so soon.

“Are you sure?” He beheld you sincerely, slowing himself to a stop, nestled still inside of you. Instantly mourning the loss of friction, in a move that stunned even yourself, you began rolling your hips around the Duke’s throbbing cock. He doubled over as your walls constricted around him, his hands jolting your body as his grip presses into the flesh of your hips to still you.

“Don’t,” he warns, squeezing his eyes shut. When they open again and find yours, they’re full of a honeyed desire that render you hopeless.

You are blinded by pleasure when Daniel continues at a delicious pace, fast enough to send your body humming with unwavering pleasure, but still controlled enough as to not overwhelm you. With every snap oh his hips, he drives in a little deeper, and this steady climb had you climbing right along with it.

Instinctively, your nails were digging into his shoulders again, and Daniel smirked down at you, his voice rasping as he teased, “are you trying to leave your mark on me, your Grace? So that I’ll remember being inside of you like this for days to come?”

“Are you not my husband?” Your reply was swift, and broken apart by another swift moan, “surely I am to leave pieces of me with you every where you go?”

The Duke’s heart leapt in his chest, a brief pause in the heated moment to remind him of his growing affection for you, the real reason behind this fervid venture.

“You already do, darling, more than you know.” At that moment, Daniel pricked a spot within you, so tucked away you hadn’t know of its existence until now. But now that Daniel had sought it out, and was now rocking into it repeatedly, a newer, even more foreign feeling began to take hold of you, and rather rapidly too.

The feeling was so unfamiliar, and so intense, that it had you ready to flee. You knew not what lay beyond that feeling, and you were admittedly afraid to find out.

“Daniel wait,” you pleaded, lifting your hips off the love seat. This only gave him a better angle and you yelped in pleasure as his tip nudged the spot once more.

The Duke knew well what was coming over you, and he settled you once more with a firm grip on your hips.

“Easy, my love,” he cooed, his choice in words melting you where you lay, “let me show you.”

“Show me what?” Your brow furrowed in frustration, this feeling that he was coaxing from you was increasing by the second as he continued thrusting into you.

His right hand appears from under the throw, and you beheld him as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking over the pads of his index and middle finger. The hand retreated again, and the two fingers he’d dampened found their way to your clit. The pearly nub, so sensitive due to underexposure, only needed a few strokes from the digits before you were sent head first into your climax.

The earth stuttered on its axis as you plunged into the white abyss of pleasure, unexpected but all consuming. The entirety of your body was alight with a type of euphoria you never knew was achievable, your mouth hanging open as a long drawn out moan floated out of you.

This was a part of intercourse you hadn’t the chance of being privy too. All that you learned, all that you were taught, was of what was expected of a man, not of what you could experience for yourself. You partly understood why they hid these things, if all young women knew what they could expect, there would hardly be any decent ladies left for marriage.

When the Duke saw your orgasm take hold of you, the pure nirvana on your face, the melodic sounds you were producing, the way you clung to him for dear life, it was sending him head first into an unraveling of his own. He wondered then if this is the time to try and produce an heir, or if that was still another matter left to be discussed. Perhaps it was too soon to thrust you into that commitment, however, that was a duty that both of you still held. It was difficult to come to this decision on his own, Daniel’s brows furrowing together in a tasteful anguish as he continued leading you through your release, trying his best to hold back his own.

Your eyes finally snapped open as you came down to earth again, and immediately you could tell what pressing matter is on him mind. Oddly, you felt that this first union of your bodies has automatically made you more in tune with your husband than ever before. And from what you could sense, he was hanging on by a thread.

In that moment, you realized that Daniel was your future, and it was up to both of you to shape how harmonious it would be. This night was a turning point, yet much remained to be done. The tangled webs of misunderstanding and fear had begun to unravel, but nurturing this newfound passion required ongoing commitment from you both. Part of solidifying your bond, you believed, was the mutual decision to bring forth an heir—a child to share in your union, a bond to deepen your connection, and a reason to ensure that your marriage not only endured but flourished.

Your trembling hand lifted to cup Daniel’s flushed face, a hazy smile gracing your features, enough approval for him to finally allow himself to come undone. He drove inside of you one last time, pushing into the hilt as his release coated the inside of your walls, your name spilling repeatedly from his mouth. Both of you shuddered at the feeling, and you used your last bit of strength to wrap your legs around him and pull him in closer, ensuring that the deed would be done.

He collapses on top of you when he’s emptied himself, once more seeking refuge in the crook of your neck, but still doesn’t remove his twitching cock from you. It took longer than you expected for him to look at you again, partly because he was afraid of what he might see on your face when he did. Now that the moment has passed, both of you satiating the need you’d been fighting for days, would you regret giving yourself over to him?

Knowing he couldn’t hide forever, he willed himself to behold you again, searching your eyes for traces of contrition, but all he could see was pure satisfaction, appreciation, and optimism.

He pulls out, but stays atop of you, fingers tracing along the electrically charged skin of your legs, smiling down at you as you nuzzle your body closer to his. Another rumble of thunder sounds out through the room, but neither of you break away from one another.

“Well,” Daniel finally speaks out, his voice hoarse from exertion, “what do you say?” He dips down to plant hot kisses to the shell of your ear, then to your lips, “was it worth the waiting?”

You giggled as his lips ventured to the nape of your neck, still sensitive and alight to every sensation, “I have to admit that it was. I have never felt anything like that in my life before,” you sighed.

Daniel smirks, pulling your hands from below the cover to ghost his lips over your knuckles, “what if I told you,” he pauses to kiss the other hand, “that is only one of the many ways, I can make you feel like that?”

You were taken aback by this revelation, feeling like an impressionable young lady once more. You had believed this was the pinnacle of your experience and had been content with that. But now, the realization that there was more—more ways to share in bliss with your husband—filled you with a renewed eagerness to explore those possibilities.

“You mean there is more?” You whispered.

Daniel nodded, “yes, my love. So much more.” He finally stood from the sofa, unashamed in his nakedness as he extended a hand to you with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, “let me show you.”

Roslyn had never been fond of thunderstorms, particularly those as tempestuous as tonight's. The relentless thunder and flashes of lightning always disrupted her rest. Unable to sleep, she resolved to make her way quietly down to the kitchen, seeking to occupy herself with preparations for the upcoming ball.

The hour was late—or early, depending on one's perspective—and Roslyn was certain that the rest of the household was sound asleep, comfortably ensconced in their beds while she wandered restlessly through the silent halls.

After folding a set of freshly laundered table linens, she carried the stack toward the ballroom, intending to leave them ready for the staff responsible for the final arrangements. As she approached the back staircase, she paused, hearing the sound of footsteps—not just one pair, but two, ascending the stairs with haste.

A knowing smile spread across her face. There were only two individuals who would be awake and active at this hour, and she knew it was not any of the servants. Confirming her suspicions, she noticed a faint glow emanating from the library down the hallway and tiptoed toward the door.

Standing at the entrance, she surveyed the scene: garments strewn about the floor, several books displaced from their shelves, and the throw blanket, usually draped neatly over the sofa, now conspicuously absent.

Roslyn's heart swelled with delight. At last, it seemed the two of you had ceased your tiresome battle and surrendered to the inevitable. This revelation brought a glimmer of hope, a long-awaited sign of harmony that she was keenly aware of.

A loud clap of thunder startled her, causing her to jump and emit a small, involuntary squeak. Quickly closing the door behind her, she hurried to the ballroom to deliver the linens, resolving to leave the library's disarray for later.

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