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Naughty Presents: Papa Emeritus I x AFAB!Reader

Summary: During the holidays Primo isn't as busy taking care of his dear flowers, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to ensure that you are taken care of.

Words: 6K

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, use of sex toys (sucker, dildo, bullet vibrator, bunny vibrator, cuffs and nipple pincers), edging, orgasm denial, slight roleplay (just a bit), cunnilingus, afab! reader, p in v action, grinding, over stimulation, uncomfortable possition, aftercare, bad translated Italian.

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Author's note: First day of the XXXMas at the Ministry series, a wonderful collab involving @ghulehunknown, @molly-ghuleh, @bupia and myself. Please stay tunned for their stories comming the following days, I will update this here story as they post so you can go read. Extra thanks to @bupia for her amazing job on the graphics that come along these fics, absolutely stunning.

It is peaceful. December in the Abbey has always been. The view from your room is pure bliss. Untouched white snow covering the gardens, the small lights from the streetlamps casting a warm tone to it, almost like clouds when the sun sets. At a distance you observe the greenhouse, the place where your amore spends most of his time, that is when he isn’t covering you with kisses and adoring your body. It feels melancholic now. There isn’t much to do now for him now and you know he is eager to return to his duties, his green thumb burning with desire to plant and to take care of his beloved flowers once again.

He has always had a gentle touch, putting all of himself into the things that he loves, his brothers, his flowers, you… Now that the holiday season has begun, Primo has come up with a plan to take care of il suo fiore preferito.

Sitting next to the window, very close to your bedroom chimney, you hear a shuffle. You had expected for Primo not to return for at least a couple more hours, having absented himself saying that he had an urgent meeting with his brothers about the New Year’s party. Maybe it is your imagination playing games with you, maybe you are hearing the crackling of the fire and falling asleep. You certainly feel tired, feeling too comfy in the pillow and blanket fort you have made for yourself. The warm silence fills the room once again and you close your eyes briefly. You begin drifting off to sleep without even noticing it.

The image of Primo pops in front of you almost instantly in your mind, and you feel the outside warmth spreading inside of you, making you blush as he stares at you lovingly. He is so handsome, you think. His shinny long white hair falling free over his face and shoulders, his painted face offering the warmest of smiles. Primo gets closer to you, enveloping your form into his, caressing your back with his long and skilled hands, slowly descending to your butt. He kisses your face, every inch of it and starts to travel to your neck, kissing your pulse as a moan escapes your lips while you feel his pressure on top of you. His kisses become more fervent, more desperate and you cannot avoid gripping the back of his shirt. You can feel him so clearly, his heat, his fragrance, — a mixture of his favourite tea and the herbal flowery scent that follows him everywhere he goes — his mouth leaving hickeys all over and then his sharp canines are biting into you with force, making you gasp and wake.

You jolt awake and a pair of hands grab your sides gently.

“Mio sole, are you okay?” Primo stands right in front of you, just as he had been in your dream. His hair falling in the exact same places, the same warm and content smile lighting up the dimness of the room. You wonder if you this is still a dream, but Primo grips your sides with more force as a response of your silence and you know this is the real deal.

“I am fine, caro. I just had a bit of a weird dream…” You confess with tiredness in your voice.

“Davvero? Would you like to tell me about it?” Primo asks, and a slight blush creeps to your cheeks. “Cuore mio, I heard your moans… I thought you were having fun without me, and that cannot be.” He smirks showing his teeth and the slight blush turns into a full-on red face.

“Well… It wasn’t without you…” You look at him, biting your lower lip.

“Ah.. now I am intrigued. Perhaps you might want to tell me while you open your presents?” You blink and see a lustful glint in Primo’s green eye.

“What’s this about? Dear, it is not even Christmas yet.” The question falls on deaf ears as Primo extends his hand for you to take.

You rise from your seat, leaving the comfort of your nest to follow your lover. His hand takes yours gently, rubbing his thumb over the top in a calming motion. There is nothing to fear, you know for sure, you trust Primo with your body and soul.

“Close your eyes, mio sole.” He says and you obediently oblige. “That’s it, amoruccio. Let me lead you and in the meantime, tell me about this dream of yours sì?” A couple of hands grab your sides to guide you, hands you would let do anything and everything to you…

“Well, it was nothing out of the ordinary…” Primo hums “you were kissing me, touching me all over…” He taps your hip, signaling you to continue “and then you bit me with force, probably making me bleed, but the pain felt… nice? Like it added to the general pleasure, you know?” You hear a small laughter coming from him, he is not mocking you, but there is something funny going on, probably related to your surprise, so you just hold your question for a bit longer.

With a few more steps you feel your surroundings changing. You are still in your shared apartment but you are changing rooms. Primo’s hands go up and down your sides reassuringly, and you giggle ticklishly.

“Mio sole, mi dispiace, please could you wait here for a moment?”

“Of course, caro.” You say, eyes still closed.

Primo moves away from you and you already miss him. You hear shuffling, rustling and clicking, which suddenly turns you into a ball of pure nervousness. ‘What is he up to?’ you think. The image you see with your close eyelids suddenly turns orange, and then you see orbs of light dancing around. You know where you are now, the clear image of your living room appears in your mind, the long green velvety sofa, the dark brick chimney, the tall bookshelves full of books and the enormous Christmas tree situated in the middle of the room.

From a distance Primo calls your name, telling you to open your eyes and once again you oblige. The sight you encounter is nothing short of mouth opening. Everything is exactly as you had pictured it but for all of the new details in front of the tree. Primo is there, dressed in a red Santa Claus outfit, without the beard that is as his makeup graces his beautiful aging features. But everything else is on point: the hat, the suit, the leather boots and gloves, he looks fantastic! That’s not the only thing that catches your attention though. He is seated on a chair you have never seen before, it almost looks like a throne, and around it there are several presents wrapped in beautiful paper, all of them decorated with neatly handmade bows.

Your mouth opens at the sight. You are no stranger to get surprises from Primo, but this is something else.

“What-What is this?” Words fail you, you are too in shock to speak properly and Primo gives you a low chuckle.

“I was in a festive mood and thought of a way to thank you for being you, so incredibly amazing and perfect you.” The blush returns to you once more. “Come close, Primo Claus has some presents for you.” You almost cannot process what is going on, but instinctively put a foot in front of the other and get before him. “Come on, sit on my lap and tell Primo Claus how naughty you have been this year.” He says with a low tone and you blink several times, raising your brow incredulously and pressing your lips together, trying not to laugh. This is so out of character for him, which does not mean that it is not turning you on like hell. In fact, you can feel the wetness of your core staring to be bothering, your previous dream started the fire and now you feel like you are going up in flames.

The glint in Primo’s gaze is even stronger now, undressing you as if you were a present yourself, so neatly wrapped and ready to be teared up bit by bit. Agonizingly slow you sit down, holding Primo’s gaze as you do so, not intending to be the only one that is going to suffer tonight. You finally sit on his lap and wiggle a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, or that’s the lie you tell Primo when he asks you to stop teasing and that’s when you feel him already half hard under you. Once settled, Primo speaks:

“Okay, mio sole. Tell me, have you been good or naughty this year?” Trying to hold your laughter, you rise a hand and put it covering your mouth as if you were thinking very hard about it.

“Oh, Primo Claus, I think I have been very naughty this year…” You confess, your tone slow and sensual, trying to tease him as much as he is teasing you.

“Davvero? Tell me. What naughty things have you done this year?” Primo asks raising a hand and grabbing your chin so you don’t advert our gaze as you speak.

“Well, you see, my partner is a very horny old man and so we have done it everywhere, and I mean everywhere: the kitchen, the bedroom, this same living room in different areas, the bathroom, the closet, the gardens, the classrooms, the chapels, the confessional booths, his office, in some corridors as well…” As you continue your list, you feel Primo’s breath deepen, his heart beating faster and his cock getting harder.

“I get it, but lucky for you, Primo Claus does not reward people who have been nice, I reward naughty people… I get them as many presents as their horny hearts might desire. But you, amore, you are a special case because I want to try all these presents with you, right now.” There it is, that is what all of this was about, but you cannot complain. In fact, you are eager to follow along. The only proof that you need to know that you are going to enjoy this is Primo’s almost erect cock pressing on your butt.

“Really? Presents? For me?” You question with and innocent tone and doe eyes.

“Of course, I couldn’t leave my amore without presents…” Primo says as he leans down and grabs a medium size package, handing it to you with a toothy grin. “Open it!”

With shaky hands you tear the paper, the butterflies in your stomach becoming more intense when the first present is revealed: a couple of red puffy handcuffs.

“Primo? What-?” The question dies on you as he suddenly puts his lips on top of yours, kissing you fervently, his tongue entering your mouth, taking advantage of your surprised expression. His hands go directly to your back, holding you in place and yours travel to the back of his neck, leaving the box over your lap, toying with his platinum locks as he greedily explores your mouth.

“Amore, these presents are not my gift to you. Today, my gift to you is immeasurable pleasure. You are going to cum over and over on top of me, and I am not going to stop until I know that you are completely and utterly satisfied.” Primo says as he parts from you, his voice a whisper against your lips, and you gulp hard. “Do you want that, mio sole?”

“I do, please, Primo… I want it all.” You breath and he hums.

“Bene” With haste, Primo takes the box from your lap and opens it, revealing a pair of cute puffy handcuffs. They are red, which you feel he choose because of the holidays, to pair with his outfit. Discarding the box to the side he holds your sides and motions for you to stand up. “This is the only time you are going to stand up until we finish with this amore…” The look on his eyes is of pure lust, if he was undressing you before, now he is fucking you with his gaze. “Be good, undress for me.” Primo says, spreading his legs so you can see the bulge on his pants.”

Without a word, every piece of clothing gets discarded to the floor. Primo groans as he looks at you, grabbing his crotch to offer some comfort to his aching cock. He was sure that he was going to be hard during the whole ordeal, but he didn’t take into account how the dominance of it all was going to make him so fucking desperate to fuck you. Today, however, is all about your pleasure. He will find a way later to ease the need.

In a couple of minutes you are completely bare before him, the heat from the chimney not doing much as your nipples get rock hard in the winter cold. Primo eyes you up and down, his chest rising and falling slowly. A few seconds later he motions for you to get close and resume your previous position on his lap. Once settled he shows you the cuffs, opens them and lets you touch them.

“I want this to be pleasurable for you, my dear. If you don’t feel good or you want me to stop, please let me know, sì?” You nod with a smile, trying to look calm but you can feel yourself vibrating. The feeling of Primo’s hand on your back, the texture of the velvety suit all over your naked body and his breath hitting your neck are driving you insane. And he hasn’t done anything to you! “Arms back, amore, I am going to cuff you up.” Obediently, your hands are set comfortably at the low of your back, almost touching your ass. The cuffs restrain your movements but you don’t feel them tight, they are quite nice actually, the synthetic hair that covers them softens the rigidness of the metal and you appreciate that Primo has chosen this pair in particular. “Now that you are tied up you cannot open your presents, so I hope you don’t mind if I do it for you?” Primo asks with a grin.

“It is okay… I don’t mind.” It comes out in a whisper, almost out of breath as your chest rises and falls in anticipation. The power that he holds right now is making you feel so vulnerable, so small under him, but you love it.

Primo grabs another present, a bit larger this time. Setting it on your lap and tearing the paper. This time the present is a clitoral sucker. There is no pause as he gets the second toy out of its box.

“Papa, those toys come without charge, you know that right?” You ask teasingly.

“Good thing then that I charged every single one of them before I wrapped them, huh amoruccio?” ‘He is really committed, dear Satanas’ you think. ‘There is no escape from this one.’

Without warning he starts kissing your neck, licking that same spot you had dreamed about minutes earlier, now feeling absolutely real. His tongue is so hot, so wet and you regret having your hands tied up as you cannot touch him at all. As best as you can you wiggle to get closer to his body but he stops kissing you.

“Sì, be naughty if you want your present my love…” You face finds the crook of his neck and suddenly a click sound makes you jump slightly. With his free hand, Primo parts your legs and makes you recline slightly so he can have better access to your already dripping cunt. “Stay still.” You turn slightly to see the humming toy approach the place where you need it most. Your forehead is pressed against Primo’s neck, the anticipation building your arousal until he places the sucker to your clit.

The vibrations shake you instantly, the pressure to your clit immediately traveling through your entire body. Your legs feel like gelatin and you know you won’t be able to hold your first orgasm for long. The intense tightening of your abdomen getting more and more difficult to handle as the sucker deals with the bundle of pure lust in between your legs.

“Caro, please, if you don’t stop- ah- I am- I- am going to cum so fast, please… AH-” The scorching heat inside of your dreads to escape so quickly but Primo grabs your side, the feeling of the leather soothing you but doing nothing you alleviate the tension building up inside of you.

“I need to cum, Primo, please, let me cum, don’t take it away, please…”

“That cannot be, we have so many things to try… This was only the appetizer…” As the sentence is finished he takes the sucker from your clit, making you launch yourself forward seeking the contact of it. Gently, Primo holds you and leaves the toy on the floor, grabbing another package. You pant, the air does not stay in your lungs for long and Primo chuckles. “So worked up already huh? Hope you can take all my presents mio sole…”

Slowly, tearing up the paper once more of an even larger package, the third present is revealed before your eyes: a vibrating wand. Your mouth waters, the aching in your core needing it desperately and involuntarily your hips thrust forward, but you cannot move that much more being as restrained as you are. No words are uttered this time, Primo knows what you need and he is going to give it you. Once it is on, he gets the wand closer to your core, not touching it, but looking at it you can feel the vibrations all through you.

“Primo, please. I need it. Please, per favore, make me cum…” You shift slightly, rubbing his erect member, teasing as much as you can so he gives it to you already, but the plan doesn’t go as planned when he withdraws the toy from the proximity of your core.

“I told you to be naughty, not a teaser my dear. In the end, I am the one bestowing these gifts to you, you need to treat me good, sì?” Tears form in your eyes and you nod.

“Yes, I am sorry, I’ll be good.”

“Davvero? Then moan for me, my love…” Suddenly, the wand is pressed against your clit without a warning. The vibrations stronger than before, the tightening in your abdomen quickly approaching as you moan for your lover.

“Primo, ah- ah- fuck! So good! Don’t stop please, don’t- I- I am going to cum! Please keep-keep going, ah- fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Do it for me my dear, cum now for your Papa…” and oh Satanas, you do, so hard. Your whole body spams on top of him and you involuntarily rub your ass against his hardness, making him moan as well. “Cazzo, my love, that was powerful… you feel so good on top of me, fuck!”

Trying to regain your breath, Primo turns off the toy and leaves it next to the sucker. Immediately after another package is on his hands while you try to compose yourself back.

“This is a special one, we haven’t tried something like this before, but you are going to look so good with it on…” He says, breaking the paper on top of your lap once more.

The toy in front of you is not familiar to you, but the form tells you everything you need to know. The picture in the box shows a necklace supporting two chains that end on some type of pincers, and you blush instantly. He takes it out and puts the velvety choker around your neck as if it were the most beautiful diamond necklace. Then, he grabs the two pincers and shows them to you.

“These won’t hurt, but if you feel too uncomfortable, please, let me know.”

“Okay…” You say in a low tone, almost embarrassed of how easily Primo can make you tremble so much while being so gentle with you.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” you hiss from the contact in pleasure as he pinches one of your nipples, rubbing your core against his leg in response, coating it all with your juices. His eyes go wide open, he had never heard you moan like that. Then, he goes for the other and now you scream from how the pinch-y feeling on your very sensitive nips is making you want to choke on Primo’s cock. The pressure feels so nice against your swollen nips, but you need so much fucking more. You continue rubbing yourself on the velvety fabric of Primo’s pants, chasing your pleasure once again. Primo lets you move briefly, the chains around your chest and your reddened nipples have him hypnotized, how they hug your body, how the metal slaps your skin and gets stuck where you are sweating. The beads of sweat mixing with the shinning metal and the swollen and slightly bruised skin, all that combined with your desperate motions and sounds…. he wants to fuck you senseless, no, he needs it. You are his present and you just got a nice little bow to go along how fucking sinful you look right now. His cock rubs slightly against your ass and he doesn’t stop you this time, he needs some type of relief, but he doesn’t want to be greedy. This is entirely about you, he remembers, so he reconsiders and grabs your shoulders, stopping you instantly.

“Cuore mio, as much as I would like to fuck you until you could not move for a few days, e credimi, lo voglio, cazzo… This is about you…”

He is so cute, he really wants to prioritize your pleasure, but you have other plans. You don’t really want to do have all the fun alone, even if he is the one administrating your pleasure, Christmas is about sharing after all.

“Give me another present, I crave it. I need to cum again… Primo please…”

“Peccaminoso Satana, I am going to give you everything you need…” Primo grabs present number five and tears the paper without hesitation. This time it is a normal bullet vibrator.

“This one is just to get you ready for the rest, love, we won’t be using it as much…”

As Primo gets the vibrator closer to your opening you cannot avoid the shiver that runs through your spine. The over stimulation of your first orgasm still sending waves of pleasure and spasms all over your body. Involuntarily, trying to avoid the contact with the toy, you wiggle backwards on Primo’s lap. Noticing your sudden attempt to flee he tightens his grab around you, keeping you in place.

“Love, you have to be brave. It was only one orgasm… I know by experience that you can give me more. Per favore, permettimi di farti venire…” There is no need for you to understand what he is saying because you know and your core twitches in delight, the over stimulation from before turning once again into the need to be filled and taken care of. So, silently you buckle your hips forward once more to the same position as before, your cuffed hands pressing on Primo’s thigh, making him shiver under you. He is so desperate for any type of pressure that the sightless touch from his amore makes him jump.

Accepting your fate, you fold your knees and spread your legs open, letting your cunt free for Primo to see. From his position, he can see your folds glistening, your clit engorged and red and your entrance so deliciously looking, so ready to be fucked. Primo licks his lips, he is so thirsty for you, he just wants to put his face between your legs and eat you out like the most delicious Christmas feast. Then, he catches you looking at him with puppy eyes, you have been left there waiting, how rude of him, he couldn’t never deny you anything.

Primo opens his legs slightly so your butt leans on the more than spacious throne’s cushion, which makes you fall back, but thankfully Primo’s gloved hand pushes on your back slightly, placing itself on the broad of it. When he looks at you for confirmation for him to continue you nod, and he guides the bullet dildo to your entrance. When it finally goes in, it opens your folds with a wet sound that makes you moan. The toy isn’t specially big, but its coldness, the pressure on your nipples and your previous orgasm makes it feel so fucking good. Primo follows a rhythmic pattern in and out, in and out, your core sucking in the toy with ease… maybe too much ease. You need something much bigger, Primo thinks, something that opens you up just like his cock does.

With a pop sound, Primo gets the dildo out of you and in return you mewl sweetly, begging for its return. You are so horny, all this teasing, this denial, the anticipation and even the slight feeling of despair, it is making you so fucking horny. You just want to be fucked over and over and over and over.

As if reading your mind, Primo gets another present, the biggest yet. He catches you looking at it and rises the still wrapped package. As he does so, you take notice of a folded piece of the wrapping paper that hangs loosely. Straightening your back and using only your teeth, you grab the paper and go down, tearing it open with your mouth. Primo observes attentively, his aching cock more and more in need of attention. Waves of memories come back to him of you using your mouth so sweetly and skillfully on his leaking shaft. He thanks the Dark Lord every single day for bringing you into his life, filling every single aspect of his life with your light and your warmth, you are his sole after all, and he will ache for you forever.

The next present is a bunny vibrator, also red, Primo has really committed to the holiday theme. Your mouth waters, so ready to feel what Primo has to offer. As a token of your appreciation you kiss him, hot and sloppily, trying not to fall from your position and he reciprocates eagerly. Every movement you do, every look, every moan it is driving him closer to the edge, and now… this…

While kissing you, he positions the dildo to your entrance, getting the clitoral vibrator also in its place. When he turns it on you moan in his mouth, clenching your hands on his thigh, feeling the waves of shock on your swollen clit. Primo takes the chance of your open mouth to bite your bottom lip and enter you with the dildo at the same time and, oh, you could die right there and then and thank Satan for this wonderful gift of lust.

“FUCKING HELL, PRIMO! l-love! It is so good! ah, mmmm” You scream once he let off your lip. The wet sounds of your walls sucking the dildo are music to Primo’s ears. This is exactly what he wanted and yet… he feels like a fucking selfish bastard for wanting you to make those sounds because of his cock, not some toy. The whole point of this was to pleasure you, but he can do that himself. Now he feels a bit distraught, so he is not going to stop until you beg to be fucked by him, no matter how long it takes.

He doesn’t know, but that is what you want as well, you love how he is making you feel, how much he cares about your pleasure, but you also need him so deep inside you. “Aah, ah, ah, AGH AGH!” You scream with each pound into your core, every thrust deeper than the last. It doesn’t get as deep as Primo’s dick, but it is doing its job nonetheless.

“I am going to cum, holy shit, fuck, fuck, Primo-” He is about to loose it, your ass is grinding his cock, and he might cum just because of that. “Please, oh shit, oh fuck, fuck me, please fucking fuck me I need your cock, fuck!” You almost cry, the chains on your chest hitting your sweaty chest, your arms starting to go numb, it is all too much.

“I need to fuck you too, mio sole. But be good, cum for me first, sì? I want to see your pussy clenching this fucking toy mhm? Think it is my cock, then I will give you the real deal.” The need for him to fuck you sends you into a powerful orgasm, one that Primo guides with the toy, putting more pleasure on your clit, making you even squirt all over his pants.

“Cuore mio, così fottutamente peccaminoso, ti scoperò finché non lo farai intorno al mio cazzo.” He whispers with a grave voice that makes you dizzy. You are spent, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you even regret slightly having asked Primo for more, because as you begin to breath normally once again he picks you up as best as he can and sits you on the throne. Not only that, but he unleashes your hands for a second before asking you to rise them over your head. With your limbs hurting you do as he says, grabbing the top part of the throne, and right there Primo locks your hands together again with the pink cuffs. Once you are settled, you observe a couple of unopened presents around you. Wow, you are really THAT horny for each other, huh?

“I need to see you, see the mess that you have made just for me…” Your legs hurt, everything hurts, but the need for Primo wins every single time. As best as you can you spread your legs open, letting them hang over the armrests of the throne. There, he sees your beautiful cunt, swollen, glistening with your release and he kneels there, smelling your juices. He is so fucking hard, but first he needs this, he needs his mouth on you, to taste how sweet your nectar is.

Primo dives right in, his hands at each of your legs, supporting your effort. His hooked nose bruises your clit in the most delicious way, and even if your body feels so tired, with a couple of licks from his skilled tongue you can feel the tightness in your belly starting to build up again. He drinks from you, his face pure lust as he looks at you, lost in your own pleasure, and you wonder how he is holding without touching his erection. He won’t strain from his path, right now being lost in your perfectly sweet cunt.

“Love, please, I need you buried inside of me, give me your cock, scoparmi… per favore, caro…” He needs nothing more. As a man possessed, Primo gets up on his feet and with a dark look starts to work on his pants, still drenched with your arousal and his paints messed from your juices, some of them probably staining your thighs and folds. A satisfied moan escapes his lips as the air of the room hits his cock. Right then you realize how bad he must feel. His dick is so red and swollen, the precum drenching his whole length, glistening like a melting popsicle waiting for a hungry mouth to suck on it.

“Quando lucifero creò il peccato della carne essi pensarono al tuo corpo e ai molti modi in cui poteva essere adorato. Sto per godermi di nuovo il suo dono come se fosse la prima volta, tutto per me.” He groans in quick Italian and you moan in return. You don’t understand a word but, by Satan, does it turn you on when he is so lost in his carnal desire that all that comes out is Italian praises and curses.

“Caro, please, please…”

“Come si desidera…” And with that he aligns himself, hissing from the contact with your cunt “Così fottutamente bagnato, così caldo…” and he goes in with a single motion, slowly, enjoying how your walls clench around his length. All the time he had been outside from you while you enjoyed your present it was killing him, he realizes that now. His place is inside of you, beside you, always with you, nowhere else.

He bottoms in, hitting your cervix on the first try.

“Fucking hell, dear Lucifer… please, oh, please!” You don’t know what you are asking for at this point.

“Dammi un altro, so che puoi farlo, un altro per il tuo Papa” Primo starts to move at a quick pace, he knows he isn’t going to take him long to become undone and he also knows you will be undone soon as well.

There are no words between you now, just pure horny nonsense and the sound of skin against skin, wet and hot and fucking pornographic. Your hands hurt, your knuckles turn white from the grip on the throne and your head goes backwards, your eyes following to the back of your head. Primo grabs your thighs and rises your lower part, your back arching in a very uncomfortable way, but you don’t mind, this way he has a better angle.

He knows how to fuck you so well and you take it the same way, the stretch of your walls making you scream his name over and over so you just open your mouth in awe and close your eyes, lost in pure bliss.

“C-cum for me, mio sole. I am so close too, so… fucking… agh… close.”

With that there is no way of stopping your impending climax, and you do, once again squirting violently around his length. Primo pumps in and out of you, getting his cock almost out of you with every single thrust as he reaches his own orgasm then, his cum mixing with your own release, ropes of his seed flying to your stomach and ever your chest.

“Cazzo! So fucking perfect for me, the- the most perfect creature in the entire world…fuck……..”

Once he is done, Primo falls forward, letting go of your legs but still inside of you, his length going soft. Both your breaths are uneven, you are specially tired after so many earth-shattering orgasms. Sleep catching up quickly with you even in your uncomfortable possition. When Primo takes notice of you almost falling asleep from pure exhaustion, he collects himself, sets you free and lets the chain around your chest fall to the ground, making you groan as thanks, coherent words impossible to be formed right now.

Gently, he grabs your naked form, pulls you to your feet and accompanies you to your shared bathroom where he draws a warm bath to clean you whole. The steam and the warmth calm your aching muscles, making you almost fall asleep right there, but Primo doesn’t let you. He washes you, every single sore part treated with the upmost care and you thank the very day you met him because he is the best present you could have ever gotten. Clearly, he thinks the same as he tucks you into bed, kissing your cheek, looking at you with such love and affection, wishing nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side.

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Italian translations:

amore: love

il suo fiore preferito: his favourite flower

mio sole: my sun

Davvero?: really?

Cuore mio: my heart

amoruccio: my little love

mi dispiace: I’m sorry

bene: good

e credimi, lo voglio, cazzo: and believe me, I fucking want that

peccaminoso Satana: sinful Satan

Per favore, permettimi di farti venire: Please, allow me to make you cum

così fottutamente peccaminoso, ti scoperò finché non lo farai intorno al mio cazzo: so fucking sinful, I am going to fuck you until you do that around my cock

scoparmi… per favore, caro: fuck me, please, dear

Quando Lucifero creò il peccato della carne essi pensarono al tuo corpo e ai molti modi in cui poteva essere adorato. Sto per godermi di nuovo il suo dono come se fosse la prima volta, tutto per me, sempre così buono per me: When Lucifer created the sin of the flesh they thought about your body and the many ways it could be adored. I am about to enjoy his gift once again as if it was the first time, all for me.

come si desidera: as you wish

così fottutamente bagnato, così caldo: so fucking wet, so hot

dammi un altro, so che puoi farlo, un altro per il tuo Papa: give me one more, I know you can do it, one more for your Papa

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 months

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maria, don’t get me wrong, I love soft & sweet donnie… but like… dare I ask…. mean…and…rough donnie? 👀

also huge props to you for pushing out so many fics!! so glad to have you back ml 💗

Hmmm yeah? He sure can do that too!

(Thank you so much, honey!! I'm so happy to be back ❤)

Warnings: very mean!dom!Donnie, teasing in public, slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie

Like 1k words.

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Donnie is mean. He's mean to his parents, to his sister, to his dick-head friends, to his teachers... he has quite a sharp tongue when replying to something he judges to be stupid, which isn't rare.

Oh but when it comes to you, he's a totally different person. He's sweet, caring, always speaks calmly and looks at you like you were the prettiest, most shinny and fragil crystal in the world. At least until you learnt how to push the right buttons. I mean... you loved your sweet boyfriend, but your body craves something more sometimes...

And when it did, all you had to do was tease him. Unzipping his pants under the school desk is a classic. Your hand sliding inside his pants slowly, only to get him hard, but never to get him off... he went all red everytime. Or maybe you would be extra nice to another boy in front of him. Or just act bratty, giving him an attitude in front of everyone. Any of these will work.

Any of these will get his fingers wrapped tightly around your arm as he pushed you inside his room, fuming.

"Ouch, Donnie..." you would complain. But it was too late now.

"Sit down and shut the fuck up."

As soon as you sat on the bed, he would lift your skirt up and brutally tear your underwear off. You never wore panties you liked too much on days you woke up willing to piss him off, a lesson you learnt the hard way.

"You're such a whore." He pretended to be disappointed, running two fingers through your folds. "Look how fucking wet you get only by disrespecting me. And you want me to believe you fucking love me."

"But I love you, Donnie..." You moaned as his fingers entered you at once.

"Thought I told you to shut the fuck up." He removed his fingers as quickly as he shoved them in. Next thing you heard was a loud slap. It was unexpected... he had never slapped your pussy before. It made you close your legs immediately. He didn't seem to like that very much.

He forced your legs open and gave you another slap. You bit your lip to stop a scream for coming out. He slapped again and your eyes rolled back.

"Whore." He repeated, bitting back a smirk. "On all fours, now."

You didn't think twice before obeying.

"You want my cock?" He grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them hard.

"Yes, Donnie, please..." You begged nicely, afraid he would punish you again.

"It doesn't seem like you do." He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. "The way you've been acting... you don't fucking deserve it."

"Just..." You tried explaining yourself as you heard him start stroking his cock behind you. "Just like it when you're mean. It's why I do it."

"Like it when I'm mean?" He gave your ass a loud slap. "You know what would be mean? If I didn't fuck you at all. If I didn't even touch you."

"No! Please, Donnie..." You felt your pussy clench around nothing, absolutely desperate.

"Yeah, it's a shame I want you too bad to be able to do that." He admitted. You felt him teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance.

The relief as you felt him entering you slowly, inch by inch, made you arch your back and moan like a porn star. You already got him mean and horny, now it was all about being good, so he would let you cum.

The thing is that he used 100% of his patience already, so he wasn't going to be gentle now. His thrusts started deep and fast and it hurt quite a bit. At least until he found that sweet spot, that turned the pain into shivers down your spine.

"You wanted me to be mean, now you take it." His hands grabbed your hips, forcing your body against his as if he just couldn't fuck you hard enough.

At that point, it was all you could do: take it. Just lie there offering your hole for him to use. Moaning against the mattress, more afraid of annoying him than of what the neighbors would hear. At that moment there weren't neighbors, there was only Donnie, his grunts and his huge cock making you stupid.

"Donnie..." you cried out. "I'm gonna..."

"I don't care." He interrupted you, he's movements losing rythm. "But you better hurry up if you want to cum, because once I'm finished, I don't want to hear you whining anymore."

You gripped the sheets as tightly as your pussy squeezed his cock. He cursed under his breath, trying to hold his own orgasm back. He really fucking cared. He wanted you to cum so badly. And you did. Fuck, you did. So hard. Squeezing him so good. He had no choice but to spill his seed deep inside of you.

Mean Donnie will give you mindblowing sex every single time. But as soon as his balls are empty, he's back to the sweet boyfriend he is. Keeping that character with you is more exhausting than pounding you.

He would beg you not to do it again... beg you to be good for him, as he cuddled you afterwards. Give you kisses and take care of your shaking body. But unfortunately, he fucked you too good, now there will have to be a next time. :(

#donnie darko x reader #donnie darko #donnie darko fanfic #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal smut

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iggy5055 · 4 months

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You know I was thinking maybe if you don't think it's a bad idea to do an Emperor Vader / Anakin part where the reader is left alone in the palace Anakin isn't there he is doing his emperor duties (obviously he didn't want to leave her).

There is a storm and she is very scared, Anakin senses that his love is scared so he decides to abandon what he is doing. He arrives quickly, when he opens the door to his room (y/n) sees Anakin and runs to hug him telling him not to leave her alone again with her head buried in his chest.

Anakin comforts her until she falls asleep in his arms, reassured that he is there watching over her.

Before she fell asleep she gave Anakin a little kiss on his chest in the most tender way.

Yes... just... yes

Yandere Emperor Darth Vader x Reader Part 3.5

Waking up is always peaceful nowadays. Slowly turning over and seeing my little star sleeping peacefully, all snuggled and cozy in our warm plush blanket, her head nuzzling into her overly stuffed pillow.

I gently reached over to push away a piece of hair that had fallen over her forehead. Leaning in a little closer my lips gently brush against her forehead. It had been almost a month since she had come to our new home. I had taken the first week away from my duties to take care of her and help her acclimate to her new surroundings and lifestyle but I had to go back to work eventually.

I sighed softly as I semi-unwillingly got out of bed. I hated leaving her, but I had work to do that others would kriff up. As much as I wanted her to be by my side all day it was still far too early for her to start learning how to be a true ruler of the galaxy. I had already announced to the galaxy I had taken my empress, but I have yet to let her make a public appearance.

For the past month she has been getting acquainted with the palace. So far she could easily get around our private wing just fine, she knew where the garden was and had found the library and had been visiting nearly every day. I had also shown her how to get to the throne room if she ever needed me when I was working. I had a private study but that was also in our private wing. Often if I still had work to do but could no longer bear to be away from her I would take my work into the study and have her sit with me.

I had given her a holo pad, something that took her a while to understand and actually use but once she figured it out she started to carry it around. Also so she could contact me whenever she pleased.

Once dressed I looked over my shoulder to loot at my sleeping star once more before I had to go. I always had to leave early but there was no reason for her to be awake at such an ungodly hour.

Once the door shut I reached out and wrapped my force around her body. I never did it when I was with her torso just keeping a light hold on her mind. I never really had to unless I wanted to know what she was physically feeling, my constant hold on her mind telling me what she was thinking and help her calm down but whilst I was gone there was never a moment I wasn't wrapped around her and deeply buried in her mind.

Not only did it let me keep track of her movement's and wellbeing throughout the day but I would often send her little signals like a warm feeling in her tummy or a calm feeling when she would feel overwhelmed or start to overthink. She didn't know that I was the one doing these things. She knew about the force but as far as she was concerned that just meant I could move things around and use a lightsaber. And I seldom saw a reason to enlighten her.

I had shown her my ability to move things but I have yet to show her my lightsaber ignited, however she has held the hilt itself. I couldn't help but coo at her face when she first held it. She had looked up at me with such wide eyes, she knew what a lightsaber was but had never seen one and was clearly amazed by the hilt. I had often caught her eyeing the shinny hilt whilst we were together. Eventually she asked me if she could hold it once she received a little boost of confidence from myself already knowing what she wanted but I wanted her to be comfortable enough to ask me for anything, no matter what.

After a while she finally figured out how to read my body language enough to know when I was willing to let her do certain things. Honestly the only thing I didn't really let her do was go to specific areas of the palace but she didn't know her way around well enough to get to them anyway, and getting off my lap before I was done with her. After a while she had gotten into the habit of just grabbing it occasionally, fiddling with it when she was bored, often when I had her on my lap whilst I was doing paperwork. If I felt she was getting too bored I would use the force to float it around her head and let her play with it while it floated around.

I smiled at the memory of the first time I had done it. She had gasped, thinking she had accidentally dropped the valuable tool only for it to gently float around her. My eyes were focused on the papers and holo pad I had in my hand but I couldn't help but smirk at her smile and little giggle.

Walking into the throne room I could already feel the deep-seated corruption and greed that polluted the room like a poison fog. Greedy politicians that only wanted to benefit themselves. It wasn't common for me to work with the senators and representatives of the planets I ruled but I did have to have audiences occasionally.

And as much as I would like to, I can't spend all my time with my little star, regardless if something felt off today with my love and I found myself on edge already. Today was definitely not a day to test my patience.

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Mornings always felt colder when I was alone, regardless of the weather I felt lonely and cold in the massive bed I shared with Anakin.

Slowly opening my eyes I find my hand wandering over to the other side of the bed where he often slept, only to find it as empty as usual, empty and cold. I slowly turn my head and look over as if feeling the need to visually confirm that she wasn't there.

But regardless of the lonely bed I found the feeling disappearing rather quickly, as if to just vanish into thin air as it was replaced by a feeling of calm and cozy. It was a feeling reminiscent of sitting by the fire with a fuzzy blanket and a good book on a cold dark day. I found it odd, any bad feeling I had always disappeared quickly, as if the deep safety I always felt would cast a large shadow over any other feeling.

I looked up at the ceiling with a soft smile on my face, it made sense. I really did feel safe and above all loved in my new home. I let out a soft sigh as I closed my eyes again, allowing my body to take its time waking up. Anakin always insisted on never waking me up when he did despite my constant being that was so constant at this point I imagine it was more than annoying but regardless of my constant pestering he was always gracious and told me he would never wake me up so early, no matter how many times I asked with a slight smirk on his face.

Sitting up in bed after having a good stretch I look over to my bedside table to where my holo pad was. I slowly picked it up and scared the screen for a second. Occasionally Anakin would leave me a message in the mornings, the fact that there wasn't meant he was busy today.

Sitting up I looked outside the window, the dark black curtains had already been pulled back so I could see the beautiful view of the city. I furrowed my brows a little. I had always been greeted with a bright and sunny morning but today it was still mostly dark. I get up and wrap the soft robe Anakin had gotten me and walk over to the window.

Never in my life had I seen a more angry sky. The clouds were dark gray and black as they swirled violently far above us. I felt uneasy at the sight of it like a rock had settled in the pit of my stomach. Something about the dark clouds seemed to bring a primal uneasiness to me.

I move away from the window and go to grab my data pad and make my way over to the dinning hall. Anakin always seemed to know if I had eaten or not and tended to become a little peeved if I hadn't.

I had sat at the head of the table and started to fill my plate with the food already set out on the table. I quietly ate breakfast as I looked over my holo pad. When Anakin wasn't in bed when I woke up he almost always left a message for me, activating the holo pad didn't bring up any messages meaning he was probably really busy.

I let out a yawn as I finished up my food. I grabbed the cup of warm caff that was beside my plate and headed over to the library.

Entering the large magnificent room never failed to amaze me. Tall black marble pillars stood several meters above my head, reaching all the way to the roof.

The library had two levels, the second one following a grand staircase with books adorning large bookcases. I had only read a few books so far but lots of the books were in languages I couldn't even read, but the ones I had found were amazing. Stories of distant civilizations, worlds completely unknown to me, books of universal plants and fauna, animals I could never have dreamed of. There was so much knowledge I had never even dreamed of hidden on these shelves. enough to keep me busy for a lifetime. I had just picked up a book I had left the other day to continue reading. It was a book about Dathomirian culture and info about the planet itself.

Settling on one of the many comfortable couches I open the book to the page I left off on. The culture and practices of the Dathomirians was very intranet and mysterious, practices I had never considered before like tattooing their entire body starting at a young age, each tattoo having a deep meaning and all markings being unique and helps to distinguish the members of their communities.

There was also information on the Nightsisters, the female counterparts to their male dathomirians, unlike the men and their vibrant coloured skin the Nightsisters had more of a light gray color to their skin, with lighter coloured tattoos that don't cover their whole bodies.

The book itself was large with many chapters on the history of the species and planet, I became so enraptured in the pages I hadn't even realized it had gotten dark till it happened.

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I scowled as I made my way back to my stars and my room. Those damn politicians and senators had taken up all my time, never taking a breath before trying a new way to suck to me or to try and convince me to favor their system.

The sun had already gone down, the city being illuminated by the lights as a storm began rolling in.

I had done my best to keep tabs on my little star but in trying to get my day done and overweight as quickly as possible I had neglected to keep a very close 'eye' on her. I made my way over to the kitchen to instruct the staff to bring our supper to our room, wanting to be alone with her for the rest of the night.

I could hear thunder crashing outside, the sound rattling the windows, it was clear that the storm would last us all through the night and most likely the rest of tomorrow. It would make a good excuse to stay in with my love.

As I make my way to our private wing I feel a sharp pang in my heart before I feel it in the force, I could feel (Y/N) distress, it felt the same as when I first brought her to her new home. I ran towards the library, nearing bursting the doors off the wall. It was dark, all but a single candle by a book on a table but I didn't need the light to know where my love was.

Running over to the corner she was sitting in, her back against the wall and crouching down and cupping her cheeks in my hands, She gasps and tries to get away from me, her eyes screwed tightly closed as tears cascade down her red cheeks and down onto my leather gloves.

Her loud sobs broke my hard as I moved to hold her close only for her to scream as another clap of thunder seemed to shake her soul.

"Shhhhh, my love, it's me. You're ok, just breathe."

She wouldn't relax as I continued to try to calm her down with my words, flooding her senses with the force that seemed useless in her panic.

I slowly remove my hands from her cheeks to pull off my helmet, setting it aside.

Placing my hands back on her cheeks and forcing her to look into my eyes.

She gasps as she finally focused on me, as if she had only just realized I was even in the room with her. She stopped for a moment only to collapse back into my arms in sobs.

I lift her in my arms and take her over to the couch to sit. Holding her close in my arms and thunder continued to crash outside. every time thunder would go off she would yelp and flinch at the sound.

I keep her pinned to my chest as I try and comfort her rooting around in her brain to try and figure out what was wrong. After a few minutes of rooting around I finally realized what it was.

The thunder sounded like a blaster bolt being fired, it wasn't something she remembered consciously, it was a physical reaction to PTSD. Even if her brain didn't remember it her body made her think something was wrong without her actively knowing what it was scared of.

I let out a sigh of relief, obviously I wasn't pleased my darling was scared but at least she hadn't been hurt or attacked.

"Shhh my love, it's ok. Nothing can hurt you while you're in my arms."

After what felt like an eternity of me trying to calm her I decided to use the force, blocking out her sense of hearing in a desperate attempt to relax her.

Slowly but surely she began to calm down, no longer able to hear anything. Once she began to breathe normally I placed my arm under her knees and one on her back lifting her. She gasped a little as I lifted her and started to walk back looking up at me with big wet eyes. I give her a soft simile as I make my way to our room.

Once we arrive I gently place her on the bed and move away to take off the remainder of my armor only to feel her hand wrapped as tightly as it could around my arms, Looking back at her with surprise I knelt down to her level, realizing my force a little so she could hear me but nothing else.

"Don't worry my love, I'm not going anywhere."

"Please."

My heart breaks at the sound of her voice, so soft and broken.

"Shhh my love."

I place my forehead on hers, slowly coaxing her to lay down. Once she was laying on the sheets I took a step back so I could remove my armor. Once it was off I crawled over her, hovering over her, my elbows on either side of her head as I brought my lips to her ear.

"You never have to be afraid of anything, not as long as I am here. I'll always protect you."

She sniffled softly, hiccupping a little from left over sobs. She lifts her arms and wraps them around my torso, her nails lightly digging into the skin on my back. I groan softly in her ear, loving the feeling of her clinging to me.

"I'll always keep you safe."

I kiss her forehand, scowling moving down to her eye-lids and cheeks, kissing every tear.

I continued to hover over her and kissed her softly till she had calmed down, her hiccups quieting down as she finally went limp under me, her arms no longer clinging to me for dear life, instead just hugging me gently.

I lifted myself up, moving to crawl under the covers, pulling her with me till we were snuggled together in the middle of our bed. Once the blanket was wrapped tightly around her, one of my arms under her head as a pillow and the other kept her close to me by her waist. Our legs tangled together in a mess of comfort and love.

I kiss her forehead once more as I slowly feel her fall unconscious in my arms.

Right as I had closed my eyes feeling content with her in my arms I felt her soft warm lips on my bare chest. My eyes slash open to look down at her lips pressed tenderly to my chest.

"Thank you, I love you."

Her voice was blurred with sleep but I heard her well enough.

My heart began beating faster than it ever has in my life. I kissed her every day, told her I loved her every chance I got, but this was the first time she kissed me, the first time she had said she loves me.

I couldn't believe it at first, but as she fell asleep in my arms, her words replaying in my mind, burning it in my memory for all eternity I knew, I finally had my true love.

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supercriminalbean · 10 months

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Bad day

Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader.

Warning: um saddest, fluff, crying, reader is just crying the whole time.

Summary: Reader has a break down and calls Aaron.

A/N: I was sad so I wrote this, enjoy. Not edited, not ress through, written on broken phone so spelling mistake I apologize for.

"Please just answer your phone" You groan desperately as you do your hardest to keep your breathing steady and your mind clear. Your phone clutch tightly in your hand as you hold it against your ear, the ringing almost driving you insane.

"Yeah this is Hotchner?" His deep calm professional boss voice speaks out.

"H-Hey Aaron" Your voice shakes just slightly as you take a deep breath. The emotions and stress from today tumbling down on top off you, tears spring to your eyes.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" His voice is fill of concern as his eyebrows narrow in concern. Your breathing is deep, almost shaky like, his profiler skills are turned on immediately. You sound almost panicky, like how you sound just before you hit a oanic attack or a mental break down.

"It's a bad day, I uh.." Forcing yourself to take another deep breath as you blink away the tears, along with the negative and burdening thoughts. "I hate to ask, but I need some company* A sob manages to push its way though your lips, forcing you to shove your hand over your mouth to stay quite. You were not breaking down on the phone to your boss and the guy your harvesting feelings for.

"I'm on my way* Aaron stands up as concern and panic runs throughout his body. He has barely heard you be emotional before, and the sob you let out is stabbing straight into his heart.

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It's takes Aaron maybe 10 minutes to get to your apartment, knocking softly on your door. You peel yourself off your couch, your body slowly moving to the door. Your body and mind are present, half your mind is present anyway, the other half seems to be taking a vacation somewhere and is refusing to come back until the pain is gone. You open the door slowly, smiling weakly as your eyes land on Aaron Hotchner. You will never not feel better when you see his shinny eyes, expect today there shinning with concern and sympathy.

"You came" Your voice feels weak as you step back to let him in.

"You called" He walks in slowly, looking around before his eyes land on you. He only saw you three hours ago at work, you looked fine then, happy, content even overjoyed. But now when he looks at you, you seem run down, tear stained face, your hair a mess at where you've been pulling at it. He walks over to you slowly, seeing the far away look in your eyes. Placing a hand softly on your check, your eyes lock on his.

"You should of called earlier" He speaks gently, his thumb rubbing over your cheek.

"I...I know.. I'm sorry" The words gets stuck in your thoart as you try to explain, tears start to slide down again.

"Hey...it's okay, it's okay" Aaron wraps his arms around you bringing you into a deep, comforting hug. You can't help but rest your head in his chest listening to his heartbeat, his soft breath. Closing your eyes as you listen to his soothing words.

"Your doing so good, I know our job is hard but you are doing such a good job and I'm proud of you" His voice has lowered as he speaks, rubbing your back with comfort as he does. It's enough to break you, your knees buckle as the sobs start pouring out of you.

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Aaron has brought you to the couch, laid you on the couch, your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair. You've gone silent, which isn't unusual you get like this after a bad case. He let's the silence fill the air for awhile, you both enjoying this moment. You both stay like that for a long time, enjoying each other touch.

"Thank you" Your voice is rough from the crying, but there's a small proper smile pushing its way onto your lips. One that Aaron has no choice but to response to, your smiles are addicting.

"Anytime love, you know that" He smiles softly as he looks down at you, his hand becoming still in your hair. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything Aaron"

"How long was all that building for, before you decided to let me in?" His voice is soft and judgement free as he ask, the love and concern present in his eyes.

"I...it got really bad yesterday but I was hoping it would disappear...it usually does" You turn your head away from him, not wishing to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"That's okay..I know it can be hard, thank you for calling me" Aaron smiles lightly as he keeps running his fingers through your hair, seeing the sleep floating into your eyes.

"Thank you for being here"

"Always" Aaron reassures you before leaning down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x gender netural reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x reader

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lillian-gallows · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 2: Roleplay with Din Djarin

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader. Word Count: 2620 Warnings: Roleplay, little bit of hunter/prey (She leads him on a chase, and he calls her prey at the end), Oral (M receiving), P in V sex, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), Lil bit of dirty talk, Fluff (These bitches in love). Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

The Cantina seat was almost annoying solid under the plush of your rear as you sipped at the cheap cocktail you’d gotten a bit ago. The low chattering of the other patrons echoed in your ears right alongside the music that had been playing, seemingly the same song on a loop given how long you’d been there.

The drink was half gone now, though that didn’t serve to tell anyone how long you’d been seated there at the bar. The almost room temperature liquid however might give that away, should someone look close enough.

Every so often you would scan the crowd, trying to be as discreet as possible as you looked for your quarry, a small voice in the back of your mind wondering what was taking him so long before it was overshadowed by the persona that you’d taken on for the night.

Then, just as you were considering ordering a new drink, there it was. The silver glint of beskar from between the other patrons’ heads. You stayed still just long enough for him to have a chance to see you before slipping from the seat, your boots thumping softly to the floor beneath you as you left a small pile of credits on the counter to pay for the drink before you disappeared between a pair of Rodians, who let out annoyed huffs at your rudeness, but with the heat of dark eyes on your back you couldn’t care less.

Slipping out the back door was easy, unlocked and little noticed, you knew he wouldn’t be far behind you.

You made it halfway down the alley before you heard a voice behind you. “Stop.” The modulation did nothing to hide the depth of his voice, the subtle growl in the word.

“Mando.” You greeted with a sly smile. “What brings you to this part of town.” You turned to face him, though you continued to take slow steps backwards, ready to lead him on a chase at any moment.

“I think you know exactly what brings me here.” He answered, holding up a pair of mag-cuffs. “You have a debt to pay, and I have a bounty to collect.” He started making his way closer, a step forward for every step back you took.

“Can’t we work something out? I’m sure I have something that might interest you.” You offered, gaze heated and smile sultry.

If you didn’t know him as well as you do, you’d have missed the way his breath hitched, the only give away being the way his chest moved with the aborted breath. His blood was already running hot, yours was doing the same.

He tilted his head as if in thought before slowly shaking it, and you knew there was a slow smirk under that shiny metal. “I don’t think so.” He said as he continued to his strides closer.

“Then how about a wager. You can take me in.” You shrugged as if you didn’t care. “If you can catch me.” Before he could agree or disagree, or react at all, you spun on your toes and bolted down the alley to the next street.

There was the sound of his modulated voice behind you, probably cursing that he hadn’t seen that coming, before you heard his heavy footfalls, but that was quickly drowned out by the cacophony of the crowded street.

You bobbed and weaved through the people, checking behind you every so often for his shinny visage as you followed your mentally mapped path, ducking into allies and down side-streets every so often to give him a run for his money.

You’d just turned a corner, looking over your shoulder to see if he was still on your tail, when you ran into something solid, sending you to the ground with an ungraceful “Oof!”

Looking up gave you a rather pleasing view of the beskar clad Mandalorian, arms crossed and mag-cuffs in one hand, head tilted down toward you.

Rather than give you a chance to get up and run again, or say anything sly, he descended on you, and before you could tell up from down, he had the cuffs on your wrists and your body thrown over his shoulder.

Given the decent distance you’d managed to run, the rest of the trek to the ship port was short, and he didn’t say a word the whole way, not a peep as you did your best to appeal to him, making offer after offer to the stoic man.

“C’mon, Mando, I know there’s something-” You started as the ramp lowered, cutting off with a soft grunt when he put you back on your feet to close it behind you. “Something I can offer…” You purred as you pressed close to him, eyes half lidded and heated.

The helmet turned to the side in thought for a moment before facing you again. “You owe quite a debt, that makes the bounty on you high…Can you make it worth it?” He asked as a gloved hand trailed up your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin.

A slow smirk stretched over your lips. “I can make it more than worth it…” You answered low and slow, raising your cuffed hands to his chest, curling over the top edge of the chest plate to tug him further into the ship.

He let you lead him, hand punching the button for the larger lights, dimming the whole hold to just the smaller more sparce lights that line the ceiling.

You watched him as you moved, every move of his was so sure and calculated, it made a shock of heat shoot through you.

Feet before reaching the back wall, his hand shot out to grip the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair as his forehead met yours, both of you rocking slightly as he reached past you with his other hand to press a button that opened the small chamber than made up his bunk.

“On your knees.” He ordered lowly before moving around you to sit on the edge of the cot.

Once he was seated, you sank down between his legs, then waited patiently for what he wanted you to do next. “Show me how worth it you can be.”

That was all the prompting you needed to set to work opening the front of his pants, fumbling slightly with the mag-cuffs but you were determined not to let that deter you.

He was half hard already when you pulled him free of his confines, tanned skin slowly flushing from your attention.

Making eye contact through your lashes you leaned down and ran your tongue from root to tip before taking the tip onto your mouth, even at only half mast he was big, so you knew you’d need to pace yourself a little, but you were nothing if not tenacious, and fuck he smelled good.

You felt the muscles of his thighs twitch as his breathing hitched from the stimulation, and you craved the sound of his whimpering.

Pushing the thought from your head you sank further down on his cock, bobbing slowly as you went, feeling him grow harder and harder, the salty taste starting to find your tongue as precum started to leak ever so slowly from his tip.

Soon you had as much of him in your mouth, and almost down your throat, as you could manage, and had to use your hands for the rest.

He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, and you could feel his eyes on you through the visor of the helm, it made heat pool between your legs.

Your eyes never strayed from where they looked up at him, though it would be a lie to say that they hadn’t gone a little hazy, your brain fogging up as you bobbed away, swallowing down his cock over and over again, oxygen be damned.

“Fuck…Cyar…” He breathed so quietly the modulator in his helm almost wasn’t able to pick it up. “Just like that…” One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head, not pushing or pulling, just curling into your hair.

The smallest smirk curled on the corners of your mouth at his slip, but rather than call attention to it, you reached down past his cock to fondle his balls gently while simultaneously swallowing around him, causing him to buck up into your mouth with a grunt.

“Fuck!” He gasped, grip on your hair getting tighter. “Cheeky…” He growled softly before pulling you off him. “Get on the bed.” He ordered, voice breathy and heavy.

“Yes, Sir.” You said, voice rough but no less sensual as you watched him get up and move out of your way. You crawled up onto the bed slowly, swaying your hips enticingly, teasingly, as you went, but it seemed he wasn’t having any of it as he took you by the hips and all but tossed you the rest of the way on the bed.

He wasted no time, manhandling you to get your pants and underwear off, rucking your shirt up over your breasts to bunch under your armpits, it was rushed and messy, but it sent a rush of heat over your skin that made you ache for him even more than you already did.

“So wet, just from sucking my cock, such a dirty girl…” He said in what you were sure would be a purr if not for the modulator. You watched as he tugged his gloves off and tossed them to the side, putting just a little more tanned skin on display, it made you feel like some ancient noble lady, swooning over slivers of skin.

You watched him stroke himself a couple times before he climbed onto the bed and settled over you, one hand guiding his cock to rest against your weeping pussy while the other took the connector of the mag-cuffs in hand, pinning your hands above your head, an action that would have been effortless even if you hadn’t been more than happy to do as directed.

Your legs wrapped around him on autopilot, urging him forward, but he was so solid that you knew he wouldn’t budge till he was ready.

“Beg.” He ordered and it made your lust muddled brain skip a beat.

“What?” You managed, bleary eyes fighting to focus on his visor.

“Beg me nicely.” You could hear his smirk as clear as if you saw it with your own eyes and let out a frustrated grunt and you knew you were pouting a little.

“Please...Please I need you…Fuck me, please.” You said, lifting your hips up to meet his as best you could, but couldn’t do much more than that with the solid press of his body against yours.

But it seemed to be enough as he sank into you, spearing you on his cock so torturously slowly, but he didn’t stop till he was buried to the hilt, tip pressed firmly against your cervix, and hand gripping your hip.

He settled there for a few moments, and you could feel his chest move as he tried to catch his breath. You wished you could see his blissed-out expression, were his eyes closed? His mouth open just a little as he tried to steady his breathing? Or was he clenching his jaw?

You didn’t get to dwell on these thoughts for long as he pulled back out to the tip, then thrust back in, hard and fast, a sharp roll of his hips and that had him dragging against the sweet spot inside, and his pelvis grinding against your clit over and over.

You immediately started to tug at his hold on your wrists unconsciously, but his steadfast hold never wavered, instead he held you firmer, a low chuckle warbling from his helm inches from your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, spreading goosebumps over your flushed skin.

The hard impacts of his hips made the beskar plates on his thighs rub and slam against your plush thighs and you knew they would be bruised tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, too lost in the mounting pleasure building low in your belly.

“Maker, you take me so perfectly…” He panted. “So tight and wet…” You could hear the threadiness in his voice, his waning control.

“Din…Fuck…” You whimpered, so lost in the feeling of him that the façade slipped away.

You hadn’t thought it possible, but you felt him somehow get harder at the sound of his name falling breathlessly from your lips.

He shifted his hands slightly, grip tightening on the chain connecting your wrists, and his free hand came to wrap around your throat, applying just the smallest bit of pressure to the sides to give you that wonderful lightheaded feeling without cutting off your air.

And oh, how wonderful it was. As it served to heighten every sensation, from the weight of his body pressing on you, to the way his thick length stretched you to your limits with every thrust.

All too soon that knot that had been building in your belly came crashing down, sending you spasming around him, cries and whimpers spilling from your lips like water from a river as your back arched to press your chest to his, cold Beskar against heated flesh.

Your end proved to be his own as you felt heat flood your insides, wet sounds filling the air right next to your panting as he rutted into you to chase the last dregs of both your pleasure.

He settled against you a little as you both fought to catch your breaths, and bask in the afterglow a little, before reaching his free hand up to unclasp the cuffs, tossing them to the floor noisily, before sitting up a little and carefully pulling out of you.

A gentle gloved hand brushed the side of your face sweetly. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” He said softly before standing from the bed.

You nodded in response and even if you had wanted to, you didn’t think you had the energy to move.

The sounds of metal softly being set down, water running, and then quiet footsteps echoed off the hull of the ship before he came back into view, a wet rag in hand, and sans helm and armor, his olive skin still flushed under the scruff of his unshaved face.

Without a word he settled back in the bed and delicately used the rag to clean both your spend from your skin, giving you an apologetic look with those brown puppy dog eyes when you let out a quiet hiss at the stimulation of sensitive flesh.

Once he was done, he helped you finish removing your shirt before settling onto the bed with you curled half into his side and half on his chest, arms wrapped around you.

“Was it everything you hoped?” He asked, sounding like he was doing his best not to sound insecure in his performance, and not the one he gave in bed.

You smiled sleepily against his skin. “It was perfect…” You answered before looking up at him. “Thank you for indulging me, Riduur.” You said, hand cradling his scruffy cheek.

A soft smile spread over his face. “It was my pleasure…” He said, turning to press a kiss to your palm before letting out a soft laugh. You lifted a curious brow and his smile widened. “I see the appeal now; you make very good prey…” His already dark eyes grew even more so as the softest growl entered his voice.

It seemed you wouldn’t have to worry about this being a one-time thing…

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin smut #kinktober 2023 #Kinktober #Kinktober day 2

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ventisweetheart · 2 years

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Whenever you have free time, may I request a Xiao (any maybe Cyno and Al-Haitham too if you want) catching a reader self-harming and then comforting them?

I need me some sh comfort—

Comforting the reader with sh

✧ Xiao, Cyno

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✧ A/n: Of course I can! For anyone out there feeling like this, know that you're not alone and you are loved! I know this pain all too well, I am always free if anyone needs to talk <3 Also, I did not write for Al-Haitham this time because I am working on understanding his character more so I can write for him better!

✧ Warnings: Self-harm, blood mentions, scars, wounds, Gn!Reader

✧Xiao

Xiao is actually kind of shocked but, understanding

He is not angry at you and he wants you to know that

He wishes he had known sooner and blames himself for not paying enough attention to your feelings and if you had been acting different at all

He isn't the best at words and comforting so, he would be more physical in this matter if you let him

Is terrified to lose you but, he puts his feelings aside for the matter and focused on you only

You sat on the foot of your shared bed, staring with teary eyes at the fresh wounds you just created. Xiao wasn't home at the moment so, you didn't bother locking the door. You once again, put the small blade in contact with clean skin and, unexpectedly the door flung open. The first thing that Xiao's eyes land on in the blade in your hand.

He knew.

''Hey, stop!'' Those words slipped out unconsciously, startling you. You weren't going to try and hide he knew now and he can't unsee it. Realizing that he scared you, he repeats quite apologies and slowly walks to you. He puts his hand out to take the object from you, giving in, you let him take it.

''Hey... look I am not mad.'' Tears flow down your cheeks, they are unstoppable at this point. He sits on his knees in front of you and takes one of your hands in his.

''Xiao I- I am sorry.'' He shakes his head at these words and opens his arms, asking if he can hug you. You bury your head in his shoulder and he takes your trembling body in his arms and rubs gentle circles on your back, hoping that it will calm you down. From this day forward he will do anything in his power to help you see and feel how special you really are.

✧Cyno

He tries to be calmer in this situation

Gives you plenty of words of affirmation

He gives you eye contact and listens to everything you want to get off your chest

You will never leave his sight until he knows you're better

Takes really good care of you, he'll change out your bandages as needed, disinfect, and will stay home with you a lot more.

Cyno decided to surprise you by coming home early today. He arrives at your shared home and enters with a smile, ready to be greeted by you with your kisses.

But you weren't there this time.

Confused, he closes the door behind him quietly and sits on the couch, waiting for you to come out to surprise you. About 20 minutes pass and there is still no sign of you, and so, he goes to the bedroom to look for you. And to his relief you're there but, something is off. You're sitting on the floor, with your back turned to the door. Your eyes are wide. You didn't know he was coming this early.

''Doll? Are.. you alright?'' You hear him take steps towards you and you quickly slide the shinny object under in your sleeve. You turn to him with a smile.

''Cy! You're home early!'' Yeah. He wasn't buying that. You were trying too hard to look expressive.

''What are you doing?'' He doesn't sound angry but, concerned. He sits in front of you and looks down at your arms to see a light shade of crimson seeping through the fabric. You look down to see what he was looking at, as if you didn't already know.

''Roll up your sleeves, love.'' It makes you so anxious. What if gets mad? What if he thinks you're a sick freak a leaves? Though, it's not like you have much of an option so, you do as you're told. The blade slips out as you do so and you lightly hiss at the stinging pain.

He hitches his breathe a little, his heart shatters as he looks at what's in front of him. He quickly stands up and grabs a first-aid kit.

''Can I clean the wounds for you?'' He tries not to ask too many questions at the moment to make you upset. You nod your head and he begins working on the open wounds.

''Are you mad at me?'' You say quietly, also slightly embarrassed that he has to see you this way.

''I could never be angry at you for something like this.'' His words are soft and gentle. He's always been caring like this. He finishes up and puts away the kit.

''Can I hold you?'' He asks. You stand up and nod you head. He lays down on the bed and lets you lay on his chest. ''Do you want to talk about it?'' He doesn't pressure you, he kisses the top of your head and holds you close. He is going to help you to the best of his abilities, for you are the best thing that has ever happened to him.

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sleepyqweeb189 · 18 hours

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Alexa, she was just a normal high schooler. She didn't understand what she was getting herself into... She just wanted to stay up a little longer playing cookie run. But, she felt so tired that she fell asleep over her phone. When she sat up, she didn't know where she was... She was not at home... nor in her living room. She got up on her own and looked around a bit. It was dark and very forest-like. After a while, she heard a scream. She turned and started to follow the sound of screaming. She slowly reaches the sound and looks from behind a tree, and her eyes widen in shock.

She saw what looks like Pure Vanilla but different. She looked in the other cookie's eye that was screaming... she saw the cookie's body turning into dust... shinny... sparkle dust...

Alexa backed away but stepped on a stick and made a loud SNAP. She looks back up and sees Pure Vanilla, but... why does he look different..?

"My dear child... may I ask what you are doing out here..?" Saint Vanilla asked so softly.

"I-I ummm I don't know... I just wanted to..." She tried to come up with an excuse without getting caught to see something she wasn't supposed to see...

"Child, I can see you're in pain... please... let me heal you..." Saint Vanilla gets closer to her.

"N-NO I- I DON'T TRUST YOU," Alexa screamed. He is not Pure Vanilla she knows.

She tried to run, but Saint Vanilla got close and grabbed her right wrist and attempted to heal her but was shocked that she wasn't healing like the others. She screamed in pain when Saint Vanilla touched her hand. It felt like acid or boiling grease.

"Oh...? you're not healing-" Saint Vanilla was cut off by Alexa trying to grab his soul stone.

Saint Vanilla lightly pushes her hand away from the soul stone. Alexa uses her body strength and pulls away. She was able to get out of his grip and started to run. Alexa has run through the forest and into an opening. But she felt intense pain when she heard, "I will not falter!" until she goes through her entire body.

"My dear child, you're not healing..." Saint Vanilla mumbled to himself.

"I ask if you come close please-" Saint Vanilla was cut off yet again,

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! Y-YOUR NOT PURE VANILLA YOUR CRAZY MAN" Alexa screamed at Saint Vanilla.

The area starts feeling off and tense. Alexa started to crawl away from Saint Vanilla but stopped in pain in her right wrist. She turned herself over to face Saint Vanilla, who was standing over her.

"Child, I can tell you're hurting..." Saint Vanilla walks ever so slowly at her.

Alexa didn't wait and got up and ignored the pain in her whole body. Saint Vanilla didn't chase after her and only just stared out of curiosity.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing her again... I have eyes everywhere anyway..." With that, Saint Vanilla walked away and backed to his kingdom.

Au created by: @cuppajj all rights go to them

#crk #beast ancients au #au #pure vanilla cookie #saint vanilla

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whynot-tryit · 11 months

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Angel of Small Death- Preview

John Price x Female! Reader

Warnings: Medical inaccuracies, I have no idea about anything that comes to health care lmao

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“Any past surgeries I should know about Captain?” The tips of your fingers press into the skin right below his ears, feeling the tension underneath while you slowly make your way down his neck, dotting your fingers into his hair clad skin.

“No.” You don’t know if its in your head but his reply almost comes out as a whisper, your fingers run back up his neck applying pressure directly under his jaw on both sides of his esophagus. You hesitate for a moment when you don’t feel the usual clump of cells that should be there. You spare a glance at his eyes, taking a second too long to remember the shade of blue you find yourself trying to jot down in your mind. “You sure about that?” Your voice sounds softer, closer to the whisper he seemed to have let out before.

You slowly remove your hands from Price’s head and reach for the pen in your scrub pocket and turn to write something in your manilla folder thats laying on the side table on your left. “I think I would remember going under the knife, love.”

A small smile graces your lips while you finish writing your notes. “Well Captain, I’m sorry to break the news to you but you don’t have tonsils.” You try to keep a straight face looking at the man sitting on the medical wings cot, barley a foot away. Your knees brushing up against his. “What exactly does that mean?” You hear what sounds like a hesitation of concern laced in his voice and it almost makes you break the stoic look you’re trying to maintain.

“Either someone drugged you and ripped them out of your throat in your sleep or you had them removed when you were a kid and you didn’t remember and no one ever bothered to check or write it down. Im gonna go with the ladder so you can sleep better at night.” You let out a little chuckle at your imaginative story to pull his leg. Before Price seems to catch onto your joke you ask a follow up question. “Do you smoke?”

“Does that matter?” He looked like the type to smoke, maybe not exactly a cigarette but maybe a cigar, your eyes flash down to his hands and look at his fingers which are laid out on his knees. Yep, he looks like the type to smoke cigars. Your eyes come back up to meet his.

“Cigars?”

Price doesn’t have to answer your question, the look on his face alone answers for you. Before the words reach your ears you’re already back to writing some notes in the folder. Sparing a glance back at the man you notice how out of place he looks. His dark clothes stand out against the pristine whiteness of the blanket laid out on the medical bed, and the slightly off white colors of the walls, the freshly mopped shinny floors. You have the sudden urge to comfort him even though he’s not here for any actual type of medical treatment.

You can see the questions brewing underneath his lips and behind his eyes. Turning your body back to face him, inching your stool a little closer til your knees are almost back to pressing against his.

“If you got your tonsils removed as a child you have a slightly increased risk of upper respiratory infection and you smoking, even if it’s an occasional cigar increases that risk even more.” You try to show some sense of empathy through your eyes while they meet his. A sense of understanding seems to cross his face from your words and it causes a warm smile to find its way on your face.

“Its not that big of a deal but since it’s now in my job description to make sure you and and your men are as healthy as can be I just want to make a note of it incase of anything.”

“Alright, love.”

The gruffness in his voice makes you fight back a shiver. “Do you not like doctors, Captain?” You don’t usually make small talk with patients but Laswell had persuaded John into accepting a team doctor for 141, so you would be working along side the man for a while and he doesn’t seem to fond of all the questions and bright lights. “Not exactly, just not fond of the medical wing itself.” You nod, “yeah I can agree with you on that, not exactly friendly.” John smiles, its small but something and you feel a tightness in your chest just from the sight of it. “Well since I’m your doctor now we can always just meet in your office instead of here, as long as I can just bring my supplies when needed.”

Price doesn’t understand why you’re trying to be so understanding, so comforting. It’s strange, out of the ordinary for the man, especially in his line of work. His eyes rack your face, down to your hands where you’re fiddling with your fingers. “I’m here to help you Captain, thats it.” You can tell he’s thinking, this is one of your first interactions with your new co worker and he was a lot handsomer than most of your other coworkers let on so you’re trying your best but God damn this is getting on to be harder than you thought.

“You gonna cook me dinner too, love?” He chuckles. You let a small laugh slip past your lips. “Ask Laswell to see if you can upgrade to the doctor deluxe package and maybe I will.” You’re enjoying this, and judging by Prices reaction he seems to be enjoying himself too.

“Deluxe package?”

“Yeah, cooked meals, back massages, the whole nine, Captain.”

“Sounds like a dream if you tell me, love.”

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Pls let me know what you guys think, Im thinking of making this a multi chapter thing thats eventually smut but I haven’t written in a while so plssssssss comment, let me know what you guys think. Excited to be back

#john price #john price smut #john price x reader #john price x you #cod mwii #cod men #x reader

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misstressviole · 7 months

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Snippet of Rhaenyra trying to acts-of-service-gift-giving her way into Alicent's pants because she made her mad again

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Alicent dared not gaze down at the woman kneeled in front of her feet. She feared if she saw the pleading look in her eyes she'd either melt like the candles in the cripts...or claw her eyes out.

She would not cave to the temptation. This is always how the story goes. Rhaenyra, ever entitled and ever the spoiled princess of the seven kingdoms, toys with her head, breaks all her boundaries without care...just to sway her way back to Alicent's good graces with a few fictitious apologies.

A kiss on her palm, a tender warm embrace and a whine of repentance whispered in her ear was always all it took to make her forget the princess' wrongdoings. Forever going back to the hand that feeds her.

Not this time. Not after all the humiliation and ignorance. This was Rhaenyra's final transgression.

"Won't you look at me, your highness" That lucrative voice rang in her ears again from where she was kneeled in front of Alicent. Yet she did not give in. She continued to feign interest in the book she was holding.

The dowager queen heaved in shock as she felt rough hands grabbing her ankle suddenly, pulling it closer to her assailant.

"Let go of me at once" She commanded In the most stern voice she could master.

"Speaking so harshly to the heir of the throne" Rhaenyra's eyes finally met hers. Those sickly and inhuman lilac irises stared at her pleadingly, eyebrows arched to exaggerate her sad expression. "My love, you're cruel."

"You're insatiable. Selfish. Spoiled. I want peace. And once again- you're disturbing it"

Rhaenyra dismissed her completely. Reaching for a box she placed next to her before she kneeled in front of Alicent.

"I come bearing gifts"

"I have no need for your flattery-"

A gasp replaced her words as Rhaenyra suddenly took hold of her ankle, placing the shinny heel on her foot in the process.

The queen took a moment to inspect the shiny garment. The exceptional detail of it was a product of weeks of carefull and meticulous work no doubt, and clearly custom made with a specific description.

"Satisfied? Your grace?" Asked the lilac eyed devil at her feet.

Alicent of course, wanted to drown in this moment of appreciation. Wanted to pause time forever and revel in Rhaenyra's adoration for the rest of eternity. For this was the only thing that truly brought light in Alicent's dark and unbearable life.

She wanted to gloat over being the object of Rhaenyra's attention, parade around like a proud pet wearing a tag with their owner's name.

Of course, she would not admit that out loud.

"I could request for the finest footwear that Westeros has to offer to be made for me within a day's notice. You know this. So why waste time on cheap endowment."

The princess chuckled. A genuine laugh and a sigh "oh how I crave your honeyed words"

And so Rhaenyra tried to stand up and bring her mouth close to Alicent's neck, a motion that was abruptly stopped by the green queen's new heel on her torso. With said motion, the brunette woman slowly lowered the other back to her original position, kneeled in front her.

Eye contact was not broken even for a spare minute. Rhaenyra's wide eyed gaze focused in primal concentration on Alicent's brown eyes which were staring back at her, not daring to give the vile woman beneath her the satisfaction of surrendering first.

Another chuckle from the silver haired terror. Her hand came up to stroke the smooth pale skin of the queen's leg. She brought her lips to her ankle, not quit kissing it, more like nuzzling her face in the crook of it. Her eyes looked up to Alicent as she said the following words.

"It seems it takes more than gifts to make you forgive me for my transgressions. In that case-" A single kiss on her ankle. "- Let me show you precisely how remorseful I am." Another kiss, higher this time "In the only way I properly know how"

#this vision came to me in a prophetic dream #they're so ocified in everything i write but i know them better than anyone #rhaenicent fanfic #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #hotd #rhaenyra x alicent #bottom alicent hightower #lesbianism is a mental illness #house of the dragon #rhaenicent fic

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localityghost · 1 year

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Just wondering if you could do a shinichiro dating a gyaru reader?, I don’t mind if it’s one shot or head-canons^^

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

Shinichiro X Gyaru!Reader Cw:Angst with no comfort||Sweet!Reader||I'm sorry I gotta hurt someone today

The alarm clock went off leaving you groaning as you woke up slowly realizing you weren't in your bed but Shinichiro's. Of course, this is nothing out of the ordinary for him always begging you to stay with those adorable puppy eyes of his and you just somehow can't resist him like your in a trance.

"Shinny..." you tried to shake him awake as he let out a small "hm?" before sitting up a bit to look down at you rubbing your smooth tanned skin and running his finger through your h/c hair twirling it and making curls as he playing with is basically as you sighed this is the man you got into a relationship with isn't it? You sat up taking a nice fresh breath of the air as you opened up the windows slowly realizing your makeup wasn't done and what's worse is that you weren't at home Shin saw your distressed look and lifted your chin "Hey, I think you look great with or without the makeup!" he said with a big smile on his face god words couldn't describe how much you adored him everything about him was perfect...

"Don't ever leave me Shinny"

Shinichiro chuckled before he gave you a kiss on your soft lips "I promise sweet Caramel" you both laughed at his comment as he dropped you off at your house late at night "You sure you don't wanna stay the night princess? My bed is empty without you" you shook your head "Come on shin-chan I need to make sure I'm ready for our date tomorrow" he chuckled before leaving on his motorcycle. That day...you wished you went with him.

You got a call the next morning not from Shinichiro but from his Grandfather the moment you heard that Shinichiro was attacked you dropped your lipstick and hurried out the door twisting your ankle in high heels and bumping into numerous people but you didn't care! Shinichiro was hurt and by the tone of his grandpa's voice, it sounded fatal! When you got there Emma was on the floor crying Grandpa Sano doing the same as he cradled Emma "Please let this be a joke..." you said slowly as your eyes started to water ruining your mascara as Mikey looked at you Baji and Kazutora were there with the police in cloth-like handcuffs you knew them they were Mikey's friends you were familiar with Kazutora and Baji since they would always fight for your affection despite being too young always saying one day they would steal you away and marry you but all you could see in their eyes were guilt as Baji choked on his words looking at you "Y/N-San I-I'm sorry..." Kazutora couldn't even look at you as you looked over at Shinichiro's body you couldn't believe your eyes he was...gone "No...no SHINNY WAKE UP!" you grabbed his hand in desperation "DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU'LL STAY WITH ME FOREVER?!" you screamed at him as to no avail you got nothing back as you dropped to the floor in shock "Shin don't leave me alone...not now...not here..." you cried your eyes out that day your bed feeling empty every day as you didn't even do your makeup anymore...you missed him.

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years

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alright thank you ^^ so for the halloween event may i ask for yandere!kanata shinkai with a gn!reader + prompt #583 (no4 off the first list). kanata and the reader could have an established relationship、action could happen due to kanata being jealous ;; you can make it nsfw if you want to :3c and thanks once again if you'll take my request as well~

a god’s wrath

✎ yandere! kanata x gn! reader - established relationship

✎ CW : dead dove : do not eat, depictions of corpse, yandere like tendencies

: ̗̀➛ manager’s/author’s note : this is my first enstars fic, i hope it isn’t too bad and thank you anon for requesting! hope you and everyone has a happy spooky month ahead of you <3

tranquility, purity.. such of that his godly status once embodied, though it seems as time goes on, his mortality slowly shows its skin..

you were much of a subject for debate, his interest was clear but mild. many would, with you being the newest addition to yumenosaki’s roster and being within their latest division too, how could one not be? yet it seems fate had taken its course when one evening, you seemingly had stumbled yourself lost; in desperation, you darted everywhere only to find routing back towards the school’s communal fountain.

“eh.. where’s the teacher lounge” you mumbled in a state of panic, fortunately, the nervous trembles within your tone of voice had caught the attention of one who was coincidentally taking a fresh dip. his turquoise locks shimmer under the late rays, his pale skin glossed in golden yellow; his aura fell on divine scales, like you would melt with just another inch near the light he radiated. “what brings a little guppy like you here?”

your meeting, though short, was much more lasting than one could think. firstly, you yourself fell under curiousity of the man, now knowing his identity as the unusual vice of the unit ryuseitai. you wouldn’t say you had stalked the male, it was more of an.. observation, on your part. to him, he found it cute that you were trailing him like a puppy to its owner, despite it never bothering him at most, he had never really felt the same without your presence around him.

“there you are guppy~”

“shinny! what are you doin’ here-”

“i didn’t see you today, so i came to find ya myself~”

a spell? a curse? he doesn’t truly know.. but regardless of the cause, he knows that you are his cure. the cure to his emptiness within the bottoms of his stomach, the warmth that swallows the coldness of his heart whole, the love he so desired not as one of the divine.. but a mortal, a human, living on the same plain as everyone else. the care he had so long lost from the ones he trusted the most.

“kanata, shinny? where are you?” a silent halloween, or more so a rowdy one as it was moments before the turn of ryusetai’s performance for the academy’s annual halloween dreamfes, through the request of leader, morisawa, and the expression of worry you had manage to capture from his features, you went on a mission to retrieve kanata back to the group before time.

“guppy..?”

“there you are!” your pupils sparkled, rushing over within seconds, yet seemingly stopping at the unnatural grin he had on as his frame leaned at the porcelain bowl’s walls.

“are you alright?”

“what do you mean, guppy?”

“you’re- smiling.. and i’m scared to find out why- but- let’s discuss this later, after your live, now come on, chiaki’s worried ‘bout ‘cha-” you shrugged at the matter, insisting on dragging out your partner by the hand before booking for the event venue with only minutes to spare.

if only you caught the details of strands sticking out from behind the pillar of the familiar fountain. the figure of another idol; head first, drenched within the pools of water; his body hanging loosely at the edges of the bowl, chest never once heaving for an ounce of air.

anger.. an act of rage, or maybe, a sheer drive through envy. the smile that the idol once displayed held a thin line with the vice’s hatred and disgust.. he was once a deity, one that loved and cherished his people, mortals of all kinds, yet he never knew he could hold such malice towards one.. especially one that he sees as an equal, an idol he could have worked along side with..

though, his little guppy held more of a priority.. wouldn’t ‘chu say?

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cactus-green-clay · 2 years

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Oh No! They’re both Stupid!

read on A03

word count : 883! fluff! set in session one!

Tango was going to rip his arm off if the thing didn’t stop itching. He had been furiously scratching at his forearm for the past five minutes to no relief. If he wasn’t so busy scratching he’d tell himself to later thank Impulse for reminding him to file down his claws and to wear his one of his thicker jackets.

Granted if he didn’t have the itch he’d be annoyed with how heavy his beetle like wings felt, they twitched with the urge to stretch out and fly as he thought about them. It was one of then many commands Grian had put in place place to make it a more fair fight. Tango understood that but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

Idly he realize the end of the session was drawing near. Meaning soon they could all go back to their own servers and/or solo worlds. Void, Tango missed his own bed. Even the thought of curling up underneath the thick blankets after eating a lovely and filling meal made his wings flutter. But before he could dream about being back on his beloved sever Jimmy shouted his name.

“Tango!” Jimmy shouted once more, his voice was muffled. He must be underground with the animals they brought back, Tango realized. Tango quickly rounded the side of their house, the door creaked and heaved as he pushed it open. He added “get a better door” to the slowly growing mental checklist. Before he could begin descending down the ladder Jimmy’s head poked out from the small hole and startled upon seeing his soul bound partner.

“Tango I have claws!” Jimmy sound absolutely panicked as he thrust his hand towards Tango. The claws were similar to Tango’s, being same shinny and red color as his. However they were significantly shorter and looked more like long fingernails then claws. Jimmy was speaking again, saying something in an ever more panicked tone but Tango didn’t listen. No, he was far more focused of the fact that Jimmy’s teeth definitely weren’t that sharp earlier.

“Oh! You have fangs too!” Tango shouted once the realization set in. Jimmy immediately spun around and went to grab his sweater that Tango only now noticed he wasn’t wearing. And he probably wouldn’t have noticed if not for Jimmy’s yellow, baby bird like wings fluffed up and twitched in panic. Or at least Tango assumed it was panic, Grian’s wings would also fluff up when he was feeling strong emotion.

Jimmy fish out his communicator from the sweater’s pocket and turned the camera on. He dropped it a moment later and paled. Tango would have gone to comfort him or message Grian about whatever’s happening to his soul bound partner but the itch had come back. Decided that it’d probably be best if he actually looked at it, something he definitely should have done earlier, he tugged up his sleeve. A clump of small yellow, downy feathers was growing out of his forearm, just above his elbow.

Tango stared at his arm for a few long moments, his mind was whirling with thoughts. Trying to grasp onto any ideas for why and, more importantly, how this was happening-

And then it clicked.

Tango laughed, void he was stupid. Grian had reminded them shortly before they joined the server that this could and he still forgot. See the thing about soul binding is that whoever or whatever you’re bound to will take on some of your physical characteristics and vise versa. It’s the reason why Scar’s pupils dilate and constrict just like a cat’s, because Jellie’s soul bond to him. And the reason why Wels is a dragon hybrid, though Tango has no idea how that works.

Jimmy looked at Tango for a long moment, glancing from the feathers on his arm and then back up to Tango’s weirdly relaxed face. And then it clicked for him too. His eye widened and he straightened out his back from where he was hunched over his communicator. Jimmy bonked himself on the head with the palm of his head and laughed.

“We’re such idiots!” He fussed but there was no anger is his voice, if anything he sounded a little embarrassed. And Tango agreed, laughing along with him. Their communicators buzzed at the same time, a signal that the session was over, probably at least. They buzzed again a moment later, Grian was calling the usual end of the session meeting, probably.

And when the meeting opened with Grian reminded them again about that changes that may happen to them and their partners now that they’ve been soul bound, Tango’s face flushed with embarrassing. Thankful for him though they weren’t the only one who had forgotten. Ren let out a big sigh of relief and Bdubs looked incredibly confused about the whole thing.

Tango shared a look with Jimmy who snickered quietly to himself. Maybe they weren’t the only idiots here, probably not though, but it’s a nice thought.

#double life smp #dlsmp #tangotek #solidaritygaming #fluff #clay’s works #dlsmp fanfic #double life fanfic #team rancher

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browneyes-issac · 2 years

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Memphis pt 5: Gimme Gimme!

Frankie Morales x F!reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY PLEASE!! Smuttt!!

Oral ( female receiving) light description of both male and female bodies. Unprotected p in v sex ( she has an IUD) Dirty talk. ( that I'm really bad at.. 😆🙈 )

If I missed anything, please shoot me a DM or ask and ill get it added! 💞🤗

AN: I put "and then 👀😏😉" for the opening line just to be a brat... 🤣🤭 Keep ya guessing and wanting to hit the read more.. 🤭😆

Title is totally inspired by the mamma Mia/Abba. 🤣 it'll make sense after you read it. 🤭

Tons and tonssss of thanks to these two wonderful ladies for letting me go crazy about this part in dms and for reading through it for me. 🤗💞😘 Always endlessly greatful for youuuu!! 😙 @stxrrylunatic & @supernaturalgirl20

Some keynotes/translations:

When there is words in this font and have (") it is internal thoughts. When it is the font by itself it's me describing what the setting looks like, more in depth of what's going in their head, stuff like that. 😊

All translation is from Spanish. I just went to Google and asked what it was in Spanish, lol. If I got it wrong shot me an ask or a DM. 🤗💞

cariño - sweetheart

mierda - fuck/shit

Summary: Spicyyyy timeeee!! 🤗😈😉 ( I dont know how else to summarize this... 😆🙈 )

Memphis masterlist

Main masterlist

Ok so... I'll let you guys guess why I chose this gif... 🤭👀😈

And then.... 👀😏😉

Frankie kisses up the rest of your inner thigh to your core. He kisses so sweetly around your entrance a few times.. After he's done, he dives right in.. He first kisses your bundle of nerves, darts his tongue out oh so slowly to lick and taste you even more.. After he's done doing that an amount of times of his liking.. He starts to moving his tongue in such a heavenly sinful way in and out of your entrance, then up and down your folds, some kisses and sucks of your clit.

About mid through this, he stops and looks up at you with an evil smirk, lust blown eyes, chin and lips shinny with your slick.. He says; " mi amor, my goodness you taste so sweet and heavenly. I could stay right here forever, never get tired of it. " he then let's out a grunt that really sounds like a growl because you buck your hips up and whimper at his words.. So he gives you what you want and goes back in..

As soon as he first starts you are already in euphoria from how amazing it feels and how amazing your body feels at every spot Frankie is touching. You let out a mixed moan and grunt at him going through what he is doing.. Back arching so much that you think you'll never leave this state, which you are completely ok with because it feels so sooo perfect. Your arms are searching for something to hold on to, goes through the usual list of things; the edge of the table, stretching above your head, but what you end up doing that feels completely right... Is lacing your fingers in his hair; massaging, dragging your nails over his scalp, pulling his hair when he touches a spot that shoots sparks through your whole body..

The moans and ungodly sounds ( but such perfect ones in Frankie's opinion) come from you makes Frankie speed up his pace to get you to cum on his tongue. You always thought you'd need fingers too when someone is going down on you, but Frankie is so different.. He is so beautifully sinfully good at this.. Within seconds of you thinking that... Your mind goes blank, vision goes blurry.. " Oh my fuck- ahhh Frankieeee!! " you yell and moan as you're orgasm shoots through your whole body.

Right before your orgasm starts, Frankie can feel it.. So he changes up a bit and hums but kinda growls into your core, because he already knows it turns you on a ridiculous but understanding amount..

After it starts, he keeps his steady pace and slows down gradually as you are coming back down from the high... Once he feels that you're content enough for him to stop ( for now.. 👀 ), he lifts his head up more to look at you and cuddle up with you a bit. But still tangled up with you're bottom half, his face still right next to your cunt. He instantly notices that you're already looking right at him with such a gorgeous blissed out expression on your face and smiling so big at him. He starts to blush a bit and get that adorable smile on his face also.

" Frankie, my love. I think that is the best time I've ever had someone go down on me. And you didn't even use fingers.. I've always thought they were needed for the lady to cum... But I guess you're just that God like. " you say with a devilish smirk.

Frankie laughs so much that he is moving you with him while he shakes with laughter.. Because he's never had someone say that to him. Which causes you to giggle too while reaching for him to wrap your arms around him, and kiss him.

He agrees, and moves back up your body to cuddle closer, and make out more. As soon as hes close enough to kiss, you lean up and lovingly attack his lips with your own in a sweet but steamy kiss.

You both are roaming each other's bodies with your hands.

Frankie keeps his lips on yours, but equally breaks away to trail down your neck leaving kisses.. Then back up to lips, then down the other side of your neck. Your in absolute heaven, everywhere he kisses feels like fireworks going off in those spots, and of course sending some of that feeling to your core. Making you ever more eager for round two.

You are moving your hands up and down Frankie's back, lightly scratching. Causing him to groan in pleasure. Which in return makes you whimper in happiness because you're making him feel good, but also his noises are making you even more hungry for him.

That goes on for a little while longer. Making out more. Roaming each other's bodies. Grinding into each other for a little bit of release. Then Frankie stops and asks;

" mi amor, would you like to go the bedroom? It's much more comfortable.. And we can start doing more.. " he says while caressing your sides and your legs. And says the last part about doing more with that evil smirk of his..

" hmm. That sounds perfect. Let's go handsome. And that means I can take these off finally... " you say while sitting up and giving him a little peck on the lips. But saying the last part while grabbing his boxers a bit, because ya know you are very eager to see.. 😏

He just grins at you while blushing a bit, and helping you off the table.

His room is off the living room. There is a three step staircase to a little landing outside of the bedroom. The actual bedroom is beautiful. The perfect size for one person, but if they ever had a spouse, it would still be perfect sized for them both. Oh and the bed.. Not too big, not too small. Just perfect. The bedset he has; flannel everything, absolute gorgeous red and black.

You guys make your way to the bedroom. Not letting go of each other. Stealing kisses along the way.. Caressing each other more. Then when you get to the steps, Frankie let's you go up first.. As you're walking up, he pinches your butt as he's walking up too.

You yelp at the action, but turn around immediately to playfully hit him. Which he allows with a grin.. But grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. You agree to it, and snake your arms around his neck with one hand going to his curls to run your fingers through them.

He leans in and starts kissing you. Tongues dancing together so perfect. Both asking each other to enter each other's mouths at the same time.. Which causes both of you to laugh because, once again you're both very impatient and ready to do everything. The kissing continues a little bit longer then Frankie starts moving you backwards towards the bed.

When the back of your knees touch the bed, Frankie leans you down along with himself. But being careful not to crush you. You automatically open your legs for him to lay between them on you. He grins into the kiss because he was just about to move your legs open so he go do so.

The kissing gets more frantic, but in the best possible way. He's trailing kisses down your body. Stopping at each breast to give them attention, because he knows you love it and it amps up your arousal more. After he's done that to his liking. He kisses down your belly. More tender now, leaving little bites and marks. Then he hits your core.

He spends some time down there, getting you ready for him, but not letting you cum yet. He keeps stopping. Which causes you to become a moaning whimpering mess because of it. But then again, you're enjoying it completely. Hands shooting to his curls to lovingly pull them to tell him to keep going. Back arching each time he hits a perfect spot. Once he is satisfied with what he's done, he stands up to look at you and take his boxers off.

You lean up on your elbows to watch the show. But with such hungry lustful eyes, telling him that he needs to hurry up and get over here.

He notices of course so he goes slow with taking them off.

" dammit Frankie, you're such a teaseeee. As much as I love a strip show, please hurry up. I need you, please. " you say with a little whine while doing grabby hands at him.

He smirks then stops going slow and pulls his boxers all the way off.

* gasp * " I- Frankie.. My god. You're beautifully perfectly massive. I knew you were packing.. But my goodness,my love. " you say while looking up at him with a smirk and such beautiful lustful eyes. " Now get over here and fuck me, please. " you say while doing grabby hands again and winking at him while you lay back down, spreading your legs for him.

" yes ma'am " he says with a wink as he's walking over to you.

He lays down to kiss you some more. He grinds into a little, teasing the tip of his cock in your entrance. That causes you to moan and buck your hips to meet him, and making start actually entering you.

He grunts at that but he agrees to it.. And starts going in.. Inch by slow inch.

" oh my god- you feel so good already. Keep going dont stop. " you say in a moan but demanding ( and sweet ) voice, while kissing up Frankie's neck to his scruff and kisses that adorable spot in it.

" fuck you're so perfect cariño. Im almost all the way in, you think you can take all of me, mi amor? " he says while slowing down even more but still moving into your core..

The sound that comes out of you is so unholy, but so perfect because of how you feel with being so full of Frankie.

" oh my shit.. Fuck! Yes, yes I think I can. Keep going.. " you say while moving slightly to help him out and kissing him some more.

He finally is fully in you. You guys stay like that while kissing some more. You both moving down each other's necks to kiss, nip, leave little marks..

" Frankie.. I think I'm ready for you to move, my love. " you say as you kiss both cheeks, his noise then kiss his lips deep.

" ok, cariño. Tell me to stop if it hurts or anything. " he says while deeping your kiss even more, adding in his tongue to distract you a little.

You just nod your head to tell him yes, because you're speechless from how euphoric he feels, and he's barely moved so far..

" Faster please "

He grunts and speeds up while shifting your leg to go over his hip so he can get an even better angle.

" how you feel- * hum/grunt, because he hit a spot that felt good to him as much as you * feeling baby? "

" I- I - fuck so so good, Frankie. Ohhhh! Keep doing that. That feels so so good. Yessss! "

He speeds up a little bit while hitting that spot just wonderfully. While you on the other hand are absolutely losing it.. Back arching into him so much. ( which he is lovingggg, egging him on even more to see you fall apart in the best way. ) eyes closing from all the pleasure. The oh so perfect scratches you're leaving on his back making him falter a little because it feels so good, but he moans and kisses you more then starts his pace back up.

" baby you're almost there, I can feel you. You gonna cum on my cock? " he says while kissing your neck then biting gently when hen hears the moan come from you when he says he can feel you.

" Jesus, fuck! Yes, yes! I want you to cum too baby. With me, you can do it inside. I have an IUD. " at that last two parts.. He growls and buries his head in your chest while saying ;

" shit,mierda. Yes come on cariño. " he grunts out while drilling into in the best possible way. You're clingy to him and yelling his name and meeting his thrusts. He thinks that you saying his name like that is the best song in the world.

" fuckkkk!! Yesss! "

" Yess yesssss! "

You both say while climaxing together. Sloppy but sweet kisses are exchanged while you guys come down from your high. Thrusts slowing down while you help each other out coming down from the high.

After you both are content, you stop, but still intertwined.. Frankie still inside you. You guys stay like this for a while. You're running your hands up and down his back. Occasionally moving your hands to his curls to massage. He hums while you do that part. He's caressing your hip and lightly scratching your back.

He leans up a little with is chin right between your breast. Purely the cutest thing ever seeing his face between them. That makes you smile so big and running your hands through his hair.

" y/n, do you want to sleep over? I'll make us breakfast. Well we still need to eat dinner. But once we are done, you can stay if you'd like.. " he says with a shy smile but so sweet while he's looking into your eyes.

" yes, I would love to. But if you don't mind, I would love to borrow some clothes to wear, because I don't really want to put my dress back on. I love that thing, but no thank you putting it back on. " you say while giggling and leaning up to kiss his forehead then lips.

" yes you can. I'll go get a washcloth to clean us up. Then I'll go get you a T-shirt and some shorts. "

He kisses you one more time and then slowing sits up and pulls out of you. You both wince at the loss of feeling each other.

You get dressed. Then go back into the dining room to eat. The night goes on amazing. Talk about so many things while eating. After you guys clean up. You make your way back to bed. Make love a few more times as the night goes on. Then you fall asleep tangled so perfectly and adorable together.

The end for now 💞🤗👀

I hope you liked this part and that I didn't do too bad with my first time writing this!! 🤗🙈💞

Next part will be the whole reason I started this, my therapeutic chapter, lol. 💞 So be on the look out for that.. I did start writing some of it the other day.. Because I had ides hit me how to start it out. Idk when I will finish it or how long it will be.. But wanted to tell ya guys the update I have for the next part. 💞🤗

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#Memphis pt 5: gimme gimme!#Memphis series #pedro pascal #frankie morales #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fanfiction

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