#but once he does? God he's unbearable about what he puts in his body and varian LOVES it

[varibean]

I don’t think varian is a picky eater exactly, i think he’ll eat most anything but it’s gotta be something that was Meant to be edible like, the structure has to be designed to be an actual meal. he’ll eat burnt pancakes and overcooked meat and dry chicken or something that’s just slightly off bc it was at least halfway prepared 

meanwhile hugo is shoving whatever will keep him alive for the next 24 hours into his mouth with wild abandon. doesn’t have to be food yet. handful of flour. some sugar. moldy? out of date? was never meant to be consumed in the current state it’s in? Doesn’t matter. Does Not Matter To Him At All! he will eat a handful of rock salt and a spoiled pear and call it a day 

this kills varian, who is constantly trying to push actual food onto him. hugo watches him throw away some apples and tries to stop him like “those are still good” and varian just looks him in the eye and goes “There were worms in them?” and hugo fails to see the problem with this 

he’s in constant Survival Mode, having lived off the streets for so long, where he took what he could get. anything to push through. and varian is slowly trying to ween him off of that mindset 

there’s plenty to eat and enough time to eat it and once hugo’s brain actually realizes that he’s such a Food Snob

[sister-lucifer]

A Bullet in the Chamber

Proxies (Hoodie, Masky, Toby) x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Horror/Dark Angst 

Summary: They want you to prove your love, to prove that you truly believe you’re meant to be together…with the help of Tim’s revolver, of course.

Content/Warnings: God, where do I start…obviously massive use of a gun, they play russian roulette, descriptions of gore, the proxies are super manipulative and emotionally abusive to reader, just a super obsessive not healthy relationship, this is NOT a feel good fic, it’s implied reader is being held captive 

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“We just wanna…play a little game with you, that’s all,” Tim drawls, his voice deep and lazy as he looks at you from behind his mask. 

You’re nervous suddenly. Unbearably nervous. A cold chill runs throughout your body and makes your stomach convulse in an agonizing manner, and you don’t know if you’re going to vomit or pass out first. You don’t know why. He’s only just started speaking. Maybe it’s the way he drew out the last part of that sentence, or the way he immediately tried to soothe you before you’ve even fully understood what’s going on, or just that look in his eyes that says ‘I want to fucking gut you.’ 

There’s a reason you learned to keep your guard up around these three.

Suddenly the little circle you’re all sitting in on the floor feels much, much tighter than is comfortable, and it doesn’t help that Toby slides in closer, bumping your shoulder with his and flashing you a knowing smirk. What exactly he knows, though, is a horrific enigma to you.

Brian is on your other side, and although he doesn’t move, for a split second he glances at you out of the corner of his eye before his gaze returns to Tim. He’s managing to hold a straight face, but you can see the corners of his mouth just barely twitching as he internally fights to keep the emotion bubbling beneath the surface at bay.

There’s silence for a few moments, you’re not sure how long, but you don’t realize they’re waiting for you to speak until Toby nudges you.

“I, uh…what, um— what kind of game…?” You stammer, immediately regretting your question despite the curiosity that’s gnawing at you like a starving animal. You shudder when Toby giggles, clearly trying to stifle the sound as he bumps your shoulder again. 

Tim thinks over his answer for a moment, scratching at his stubble in a manner that is far too casual. You think he’s going to speak, you’re expecting it, but he doesn’t say anything at first beyond a tired sounding sigh. Your eyes are locked onto his hand as it reaches behind him, and when it emerges once more it’s holding onto the grip of Tim’s revolver. 

“There’s one bullet in the chamber.” 

The world is spinning suddenly as you watch him place the weapon on the ground, and the sound of it sliding across the floor to you makes you sick. You bite back a gag as it slows to a stop in front of you. Your mouth hangs open uselessly as you struggle for words, desperate to pull out some sort of protest to what you know he wants but no sound comes. 

They watch you grapple with yourself for a few moments before Brian places a hand on your knee. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, and normally it would be, but now it feels like a threat. 

“Hey, don’t freak out so soon,” He says, lips curled into a subtle smirk, “We did this all the time when we were younger, it’s practically a rite of passage.”

Unsurprisingly, this does little to quell your fears. You’re shaking now, unable to wrap your mind around how they could be acting so nonchalant about putting your lives on the line like this.

“Listen,” Tim huffs, “I’m gonna be straight with ya, kid. We know how you’ve been feeling recently.” 

That hardly narrows it down. You’ve been feeling a lot of things recently, none of it good and all of it confusing. That’s just the sort of conflict born from this kind of captivity. You shrug, unsure what to say. 

“We know you w-wanna leave,” Toby clarifies, “I saw you staring out t-the window the other day…you just s-sat there for hours.” 

That…made you feel a bit guilty. You shouldn’t, but you do. You could’ve at least made it less obvious. 

“We trust you, hon,” Brian adds with a nod, “But we also think we could all use a little…what did you call it?”

He turns to Tim, who yawns before answering. 

“…Group bonding.” 

You shudder at the phrase. Disgusting. 

“I…I don’t think this is the best way to…t-to do that,” You murmur, but your words hold no weight when you can’t even look them in the eyes. You’d never take the risk of making any sort of real fuss anyways.

Tim shrugs, seeming to consider your words. 

“How would you do it, then?” 

You…don’t have an answer for that. Why don’t you have an answer for that? 

“I-I don’t know, I mean…can’t we just have awkward group sex like other, uh…groups, or whatever?” You ask, hesitating to call your dynamic any sort of relationship.

You make sure to tack on a nervous laugh at the end to make it seem lighthearted, but no one is amused. Toby giggles, but he’s laughing at you, and it’s painfully obvious. 

“Don’t stress about it,” Tim says, “Just think of it as a…a test, you know?” 

He sighs when you shake your head no.

“Ya know, like…a way of proving yourself. I mean, you trust us, right?” 

You hesitate to answer that, but nod quickly when Tim narrows his eyes at you. 

“Good. Well, think of it this way: if we all survive this, it’s a sign that we’re…meant to be together.”

“There has to be a better way—“ You blurt out before you can stop yourself, and Brian instantly takes to calming you. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. His other hand comes up to your face, holding your head against his shoulder.

“Calm down, baby,” He says softly, “Don’t jump ship so fast. I told you, we’ve all done this before. We’ll even go first to show you there’s nothing to be afraid of, alright?”

He’s not really giving you a choice. 

You nod.

Maybe you’ll be able to just get this over with. If you sit here for much longer, you’re gonna be sick. 

Toby reaches out to grab the gun first. That doesn’t surprise you at all. He’s never been one for forethought, or common sense in general. One day his hubris will get him killed, you think, but for once you’re hoping it won’t be today. 

Not today. 

Not here.

Not right in front of you. 

Brian doesn’t let you go, continuing to hold you against him as Toby makes a show of spinning the chamber, letting it run until it stops on its own. He giggles with deranged amusement as he presses the end of the barrel to the bottom of his chin, looking back at Tim with a crooked grin. 

There’s silent for a few moments, and you can’t look away from him until you follow his gaze to Tim, who is staring back with furrowed brows.

He’s still for a beat, and then he nods. 

A signal. 

Go. 

You have a split second to process Toby preparing to pull the trigger before you bury your face in Brian’s hoodie and he, in turn, covers your face with his hand and squeezes you tight. It’s hardly comforting, but it’s better than nothing. 

The soft click of the trigger seems to echo endlessly in the silence that follows. 

Silence. 

You quickly look back up and are immediately met with Toby’s hazel eyes looking back at you, their corners crinkled with the wide smile that’s spread across his pale face. 

“Lookie there,” He drawls with a laugh, “This h-handsome face is still in tact.” 

“Hardly the better outcome,” Tim mutters with a roll of his eyes.

This prompts Toby to slide the gun to him next, crossing his arms in feigned hurt. 

“You go n-next then, wise guy. If you blow y-your brains out, at least we’ll know you h-had one.” 

“Shut up,” Tim hisses back as he, too, brings his hand up to spin the chamber of the revolver. You’re still trying to catch your breath. You didn’t think they’d be so eager. 

You’re gripping onto Brian’s hoodie so tightly your knuckles burn as you watch Tim press the barrel of the gun to his jaw, angling it upwards toward the dome of his skull.

He’s not nearly as giddy as Toby. He’s straight faced and silent, which isn’t odd, but something in his eyes is darker than you ever remember it being. You can only see his eyes with his mask on, yet you know his expression exactly. He’s staring right at you, and you’re imagining his brains dashed against the wall behind him, his face and any identifying features that once made him human reduced to a splatter of viscera that barely resembles the pieces of a person. 

And when it’s all over, you think, you’ll surely be the one left to clean the mess of what used to be Tim. You’ll be left to scrub the red stains from the floorboards while the others continue on as if nothing has happened, and suddenly you can’t breathe.

The world stills as once more the trigger is pulled with a click.

Then relief hits you like a shockwave when that click is followed by silence.

Silence.

Your lungs fill faster than you were ready for, and you cough and sputter as your chest heaves with newfound breath. Brian rubs your shoulder gently, his other hand reaching out to grab the revolver as Tim slides it to him. The gun is exchanged without a word, only piercing eye contact as Brian lifts the weapon and spins the chamber, just as his companions had done before him. 

It seems so natural for all of them. In the half a second it takes for Brian to lift the gun you wonder how many times they’ve done this, if you’re the first  person to witness this ritual, and if not, what happened to those who came before you. 

You don’t find any hope of getting answers, though, as you watch Brian press the barrel to the side of his head. He gives you a squeeze, and you can’t tell if he’s assuring you or saying goodbye just in case. 

You still haven’t released his hoodie despite the throbbing pain in your fingers. You’re barely a thread away from tearing out a patch, but you can’t let go. You don’t look at him this time, unable to pull your head away from where it rests on his shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze like you’re trying to crush him, but he only lets out a breathy chuckle and ruffles your hair in response as if he’s amused by your terror. You’re a scared kid to him, a foolish little child running from an imaginary monster despite the very real threat. 

You can hear his hoodie shifting as he adjusts the position of the gun. You can hear the slight scratching against his hair as the barrel moves against his head. You can hear him suck in a quick breath as he readies himself to pull the trigger. 

You hear the click. 

And then silence. 

Silence.

You’ve never been so grateful for silence. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when Toby claps and laughs loudly, practically howling with wildly misplaced celebration. He shakes you in his excitement, unable to get any intelligible words out through his giggling. 

“Shhh,” Brian says with a finger to his lips, “We’re not done yet.”

He’s right. Goddamnit, he’s right. Not everyone has played yet. You were hoping that maybe just this once the higher being that trapped you in this hell would have this minuscule mercy on you, but you were met with a resounding no. 

Brian places the gun on the floor in front of you. You can’t hear the sound of the metal gently knocking against the wood floor, but it makes you feel ice cold. Your world is rapidly going dark as you struggle to make yourself breathe. 

You can feel the others’ eyes on you, three pairs of eyes staring right at you and boring a hole through your skull that’ll surely be identical to the one the bullet will leave. Maybe they’re imagining it, too. 

It seems you’re not moving fast enough for them.

Toby reaches out and grabs your wrist a bit too roughly, forcefully placing your hand on the gun. You wince like you expect it to burn, but you’re left with only the cruel sensation of metal on your palm. 

You weakly curl your fingers around the grip of the gun. It feels impossibly heavy as you lift it, trembling like a leaf in the wind. You force your other hand up, placing two fingers on the chamber of the revolver as you prepare to spin it.

You press the pads of your fingers against the metal, pushing down in an attempt to spin, but the gun slips from your shaking hands and clatters to the floor. You yelp in surprise and clamp your hands over your mouth, tears suddenly forming in your eyes but refusing to flow over. 

Brian sighs. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or just disappointed. He picks up the gun, and you think that maybe, just maybe he’s going to let you out, grant you some small reprieve and tell you you don’t have to do this. 

Instead he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close, and his other hand presses the barrel of the gun right to your head. 

“I’ll do it for you,” He says, as if it’s nothing serious. Like he’s just grabbing a box off a high shelf to be nice. 

You feel like he’s strangling you. He might as well be. It would be a more humane death. 

He’s going to kill you, you think, you’re going to die in this godforsaken house with these bastards, you’re going to die in isolation with no one to honor your body. 

They’ve sentenced you to death. 

You think back to that question of how many have come before you. Is this what they thought about, too? Is this the first, third or twentieth time someone like you has been here? How many unfortunate circumstances have stained the floorboards red over the years this cabin has stood? 

It doesn’t matter. 

None of that matters. 

You’re going to be the next. 

That’s all there is for you to be now. 

A stain of red on the old wood floors will be your only legacy. 

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look up at Brian. His expression doesn’t move an inch. There’s no trace of the humor he always seems to have, not even a hint of feigned compassion or sympathy for your position. He’s not letting you out of this. None of them are. 

You reach down and grab Brian’s hand where it rests in your hip, your nails digging into his knuckles. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t even move beyond adjusting his finger to pull the trigger. 

Each second seems to go on for an eternity, yet at the same time everything is moving far too fast. You can’t process what’s happening but you just want it over with, that’s your only choice. 

He’s lifting his finger, preparing to bring it down on the trigger. 

He’s pressing the barrel of the gun into your skin just a bit harder as he readies himself for whatever happens next. 

This is it. 

This is it. 

This is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is…

The trigger clicks. 

Then there’s silence. 

…it.

Silence.

And then Toby erupts with animalistic, ecstatic laughter. It rings in your ears and echoes around your skull in an almost painful manner. You can’t stand the sound. 

You’re alive. 

The game is over. 

All at once relief floods your body in such an overwhelming manner your vision goes dark. You can’t speak a word before you’ve gone limp in Brian’s arms, and he barely has time to put the revolver down and catch you. He holds you in his arms and makes a half hearted attempt to wake you, but when you don’t respond he looks up at Tim with a smirk. 

“Out like a light.” 

Tim can’t help but chuckle, and for a moment it’s even a full on laugh. This only encourages Toby, who’s flopped over onto his back as his body writhes with mirth. 

Brian groans as he stands, pulling your body up with him. He throws you over his shoulder and nods to the others. 

“I’m taking this one up stairs, gonna put ‘em to bed. I’m sure they’ll be whiny when they wake up, and you two better deal with it.”

Tim and Toby nod and wave him away. Toby’s finally stopped laughing enough to pull himself off the floor as Tim picks up the revolver. He shoves it into Toby’s chest, nearly pushing him over. 

“Go put it up,” Tim orders. 

“Or what?” Toby teases as he takes the gun, “You g-gonna get mad ‘cause I won’t clean up y-your toys?” 

“Just do it,” Tim demands with a growl, clearly not amused. Toby rolls his eyes and huffs like a defiant child, but nods. 

Tim starts to walk away, headed upstairs to his own room, but he pauses on the first step and turns to Toby. 

“Oh, and don’t forget to load it,” He adds, “If it’s empty the next time I need it, I’m gonna kill you.” 

[fanmoose12]

“Petra fancies you.”

So abrupt and indelicate – what else should Levi expect from his own personal cause of headache, Hange Zoe? Well, if he was being honest with himself, he fully expected that by now she’d already get on top of the table in the center of the cafeteria and start what only she can classify as dancing. That’s what she usually does when she has as much alcohol as Levi had noticed she’d consumed tonight.

But, apparently, that course of action has gotten a bit too boring and predictable for Hange’s ever-changing tastes.

So, now she decides to pester him of all people.

Levi isn’t so easy to pester, though, so he does the most logical thing one can in such a predicament – he does his best to ignore Hange’s presence entirely. He stares resolutely into his own cup of piss that people around here deem good enough to call beer, and hopes that Hange would get bored of him and his silence swiftly and move onwards to find another victim.

That, however, doesn’t happen.

Hange doesn’t bulge, as though she had been glued to the chair right beside him, and she stares. Intently. Levi can practically feel the force of that stare on the back of his head.

And when it becomes too unbearable even for him, he sighs, shifts a bit in his seat, tilts his head upwards to meet Hange’s eyes and asks a pointless, “What?”

Giddy that her ruse had worked, Hange moves closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. She does so without his consent, without so much as mumbling a question. She invades his personal space like it isn’t much of an obstacle to her, like for her - it does not even exist. She always does it, and for some reason that Levi fears to find – he always lets her.

And Hange’s insolence, unfortunately, does not stop there. No, it grows, evolves, and so she gets even closer, and before Levi can utter a single sound of protest or, at least, throw at her a dirty look that will prove to be absolutely useless against her lack of manners, she unceremoniously, downright shamelessly, throws her legs onto his lap.  

“Petra,” she whispers, embracing him with both the retching stench of beer and intoxicating heat of her body, “fancies you.”

Levi stays put – against his better judgment, despite all the warnings that are blasting in his head louder than the bells that announce the opening of gates that lead to the dangers of the world beyond the walls. He doesn’t kick Hange, doesn’t even curse, he stays put – because he has to. Because otherwise Hange’ll think him weak. Or, worse, she’ll get ideas, funny ones. And, clearly, she has too many of them already.

“And you know this how?” he asks, again – against his better judgment.

Hange throws her head back and laughs – loudly, and, Levi thinks, a bit wickedly.

“Because I have eyes, silly. And only a blind would miss the looks she constantly throws at you. Gods, the girl wants you to devour her. Or, maybe, she intends on doing the devouring—”

The thought, the mental image that Hange so effectively painted in his head stirs an unpleasant feeling in Levi. His insides churn uncomfortably, like he’s about to puke. The thought is… a troubling one. Petra is a nice girl, a pretty one, there is absolutely no denying that. One, as Hange had put it, would have to be completely blind not to know that. And, despite what some may say about him, Levi, in fact, is not blind to the appearances of others.

However, viewing Petra in that particular regard has never occurred to him. Not even once has it crossed his mind.

Petra is a member of his squad, she’s his subordinate, she’s someone that he was entrusted to teach, guide and – if possible – protect. That is his duty, one he tries very hard to fulfill. And, no matter how beautiful she is, he can’t see her as anyone else, rather than his subordinate.

“Aww,” Hange places her head on his shoulder, and steals his cup, taking a generous sip from it, while Levi is too busy debating his next move. Should he be the responsible one, throw the drunken idiot over his shoulder and carry that embarrassment back to her room before she makes an even bigger fool out of herself, or should he simply kick her down to the floor and leave before she manages to stand up straight enough to follow after him? “You don’t like her?”

Levi doesn’t give an answer, although it seems that Hange doesn’t actually need one. She takes another gulp of beer, puts the cup back down on the table with enough force that the table rattles and the liquid splashes all around, and launches into a rant that is surprisingly passionate – especially considering that its subject has nothing to do with her beloved Titans.

“Why don’t you like Petra back? She is amazing! Kind, and smart, and cute, and skilled, and so, so graceful! Honestly, among all of our comrades, she’s like an angel, an actual ray of light amidst all these horrors! Most would kill to get us lucky as you are!”

“So why are you still here?” Levi drawls, glancing at Hange from the corner of his eyes. She looks absolutely wild – with cheeks flashed, glasses askew and practically slipping down her nose and hair in more state of disarray than Levi ever remembers seeing. Hange is a mess personified, a compilation of everything Levi despises combined in one single person, and yet – for some reason, he finds that he cannot find the strength to look away from the radiant spectacle in front of him. “If you like her so, why sit here with me, if you can go and woo her?”

“I just told you! She sees no one but you. And besides,” Hange’s voice grows quiet, her whole demeanor dims, becomes more timid, as her cheeks get just a bit redder than before and she mumbles, “She’s not really my type, you know?”

“Hm,” Levi nods, and – because teasing can go both ways, and, that, without a doubt, what Hange absolutely deserves for all her mocking – adds. “You must really not like her then.”

“Eh? Why would you say that? Just because I don’t like her in that way, I—”

“Because you sit here,” Levi says, interrupting what almost surely would have turned into another infuriating word vomit. “Practically draped all over me, while Petra is in the very same room. What would she think when she sees us like that, huh?”

Hange opens her mouth, blinks a few times, her gaze rapidly shifting between Levi’s face and the corner that Petra and other members of his squad are occupying. She looks so damn clueless in that moment, in equal parts confused and ashamed that Levi can’t help but revel in the lost expression on her face.

Not many are able to stun Hange Zoe into silence, after all.

“Oh… I… I didn’t think of that.”

“Yeah, you’re shit at this kind of thing.”

Hange begins to pull away, nearly gets to her feet – or, well, at least, she tries to. Levi doesn’t let her, though, and instead wraps an arm around her waist, bringing her even closer to him. Hange doesn’t try to wiggle out of his hold, and – strangely – doesn’t even comment on their rather curious position. She stays still and silent, absorbed in thought.

Whatever it is that’s going through her genius mind right now, Levi doesn’t particularly wish to know.

Hange is quiet, Hange was beaten at her own game by none other than him, and what’s most important – she’s right next to him, wrapped securely in the circle of his arms.

Levi can’t help but enjoy it, delight in this brief moment of peace. It’s not often that life grants him a chance to taste what real joy feels like.

But it’s Hange fucking Zoe that is with him. So, naturally, that peace is laughably short-lived.

She starts squirming, but not with intent to leave, as Levi immediately begins to fear. Instead, she just tilts her face up and searches for his eyes, holding his gaze, when she finds them.

“Say, Levi,” she begins in a tone that can – and definitely does – mean trouble. “If you weren’t sitting with me right now, but, let’s say, with Petra, would you still—”

Levi clicks his tongue and cuts Hange off before this nonsense goes far enough to ruin the moment entirely.

“Shut up, four-eyes,” he grunts curtly, but – without even a hint of malice that his words intended. “Let’s just… stay like this. Preferably, in silence.”

As much as he enjoys the sound of her voice – and he does, although he’d never admit it to her face, there is enough ruckus in the room without Hange’s insistent blabbering adding to the chaos.

She throws a curious look at him, but, thankfully, doesn’t argue. She snuggles closer to him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

Levi swallows a content sigh. This… this feels nice.

Whatever is that type that Hange had mentioned, he isn’t sure he has one. But what he’s absolutely sure of is that he likes this – having Hange so close to him that he can feel the warmth radiating from her body. Even the smell of sweat she hasn’t washed off for god knows how long and the inescapable stench of beer that hangs all over her like a particularly nasty cloud cannot sour this moment for Levi. And if it were Petra in her place, or Nifa, Nanaba, Mike, or any other man or woman, Levi is sure none of them could make him feel so warm, so at peace with just their presence.

“Someday,” Hange murmurs, as she absentmindedly picks at the fabric of his shirt. She sounds sleepy, Levi can’t help but note. It seems like he’ll have no choice but carry her to her room, after all. But – later, just a bit later. This moment is way too precious for him to cut it off so soon. “We’ll have to talk about—” Hange gestures vaguely – “this whole thing. But – not today. Not when I’m so drunk. I want,” she looks up again, meeting his eyes with a smile that snatches Levi’s breath right out of his lungs, “to be sober when I say this to you. I want to remember how your face looks when you hear it.”

What is that thing that Hange to say to him? What is it that she so badly wants him to hear?

Whatever it is, Levi wants Hange to say it. He wants to hear it. And – there are some things he needs to tell Hange too. Things – that for now – he’s afraid to reveal even to himself.

And when – or if – the time for such confessions will come, he wants to remember Hange’s face too. Down to every detail.

But now, it’s not the time to ponder on such things. Now, he has a drunken idiot he needs to take care of.

So with a sigh, Levi raises to his feet, lifting Hange along with him, not letting go of her even for a second.

After all, where would he be without his ridiculous four-eyes?

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 23 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing, spanking, SMUT, oral, fingering, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! I was missing writing some smutty scenes for these two but oof🫣 This is just pure filth. Please enjoy😉

Please comment, message, and reblog if you feel so inclined.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3 ! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

You felt your anger boil over at Elvis’ behavior. This wasn’t new, he always played with you and teased you to no end, but this was unbearable. You were just trying to gain your bearings as a vampire and he just had to get you all riled up. He won, yet again, so it shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does.

You slam the empty blood bag on the table and storm out of the room. You can hear Elvis’ pompous little laugh ring out as you leave and it only pisses you off more. He thought it was funny teasing you like that! Watching you beg and whimper in agony for him. You can’t get a grip on any of your emotions right now and everything feels out of hand. All you want to do is scream and shout at him for being so difficult and then the next, you want to tease him back, making him beg for you in so many different ways. But your anger got the best of you for some reason and that thought had to be put on hold. You’ve never felt so upset about something as trivial as wanting blood, but everything was different now. The need for it was overwhelming and you couldn’t help but be a little scared by these feelings.

You pull the robe off of you and go into the closet to find something else to put on. You put on some panties and slip on a light flowy dress to go on the balcony and cool down.

Opening the sliding door, you step outside and the ocean breeze hits you. All these overwhelming sensations hit you at once; it was way too bright out here, the smells you were breathing in were all too strong and powerful, and the noise of the city below you was ear-shatteringly loud.

You cover your ears with your hands in the hope that can block out some noise but it’s no use. Your nose burned with aromas of food and the sea salt of the ocean and….blood. Oh shit, you smell it everywhere. You can smell all kinds of different traces of blood coming from below you and it makes you hungry all over again even though your thirst subsided not two minutes ago. You look down over the balcony and see people walking from the beach and the more you focus on them, the stronger the scent of blood swirled in your head.

Oh shit, this isn’t good… oh God what do I do…

You can’t help but panic a bit, not being able to get a grasp on your new heightened senses. Your body jumps when you feel Elvis grab your arm.

“Honey?” He says quietly.

You turn around quickly and look up at him frazzled.

“It’s okay honey, just calm down,” he says placidly. You yank your arm away from him and scowl.

“Do you think I’m going to listen to you now? After treating me like that? No, just go away,” you snap at him, pushing past him to go back into the bedroom. The loud commotion outside still rings in your head and you can’t get it to be any quieter. You grumble frustrated, not knowing what to do or how to calm yourself down.

You feel Elvis grab your arm once more and he squeezes it tighter to keep you still.

“No, I’m not goin’ away. You need to listen to me or do you want to hear every last sound on Earth until it drives you crazy hmm?” He asks calmly, but his eyes look at you intensely.

“I can figure it out by myself! Stop smothering me,” you snap.

He gives you a crooked little smile and lets out a low growl. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You scream in protest, “Let me down! Right now Elvis! This isn’t funny!” You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he’s still stronger than you making it all pointless in fighting him. You feel a hard spank land on your ass making you yelp by the contact of his hand.

“That’s enough from you,” he snaps. You hadn’t been spanked by him in so long that it surprised you the way it felt.

He sets you down firmly on the bed and holds your arms down by your side. His eyes are blazing but his overall demeanor is calm and collected.

“You don’t wanna listen? That’s fine, don’t listen to me. But I know how to make you listen so just keep that in mind. I’ll get no pleasure out of it trust me,” he growls. You feel your heart pound away and you challenge him by looking straight into those intense golden eyes.

“Yeah I’m sure you won’t,” you say smartly, grumbling under your breath. You get hit by this wave of anger coming off of him that makes you freeze. He wasn’t joking anymore and was dead serious about your attitude.

“Woman I swear to Christ,” he says through his teeth, turning you around quickly, and making you face down on the bed. You grunt and try to squirm out of his grasp. He holds your wrists crossed together with one of his hands and puts them at the small of your back.

“Elvis!” you warn. He doesn’t listen as he proceeds to pull your dress up and rip off your panties in one quick motion.

He leans down and growls in your ear, “Don’t you Elvis me, you lay there and take your punishment,” he says shortly. That’s when you feel him spank you on the ass, hard, the sting of his hand leaving your backside hot.

“Shit,” you yelp.

You keep trying to get your hands free, thinking with this new strength you possess, maybe you can wiggle your way out of this. Even with just one hand keeping you still, he’s much more powerful than you and all your fighting strength is useless in trying to get yourself free.

He gives you another hard swat and you gasp out in shock.

“Elvis don’t you-,” you yelp as you feel his hand spank you again.

“I turned my wife into an immortal brat haven’t I?” He growls, swatting you again. “I thought you loved me enough to listen to me,” he grumbles.

You feel the anger inside you hit the brink and you can feel your fangs descend out of anger. You twist your head over your shoulder and bare your teeth at him. He laughs amused at you and gives you another spank, fire roaring inside you. The stinging left on your skin makes your eyes water and gasp for breath. He pushes your head down back on the bed, leaning down once more to make you listen.

“Oh honey you did not just hiss at me… are you really going to make me spank you harder,” He hisses back at you. He gives you one more hard spank and your body betrays you and a moan comes out of you. He snickers at this reaction and gives you one more for good measure, making you moan again.

“Sucha bad, bad girl. I can’t believe my own wife is acting this way,” he hisses, squeezing a handful of your ass in his hand. You groan at the added pressure and feel his thumb graze your entrance.

“Honey please, stop teasing,” you whimper, feeling your arousal pool inside you.

“Are you ready to listen or do you want me to keep spanking you,” He asks devilishly, his fingertips grazing your folds more as he runs his hand back up to your ass. You can’t help but moan again when he does that. You wanted him more than anything and all he’s done is tease you to death.

“Goddamn it you’re impossible,” you groan, “stop teasing me and do something good with those hands for once,” you say over your shoulder and give him a sly smirk.

“You are the impossible one!” He growls, flipping you over on your back and going straight in for your neck and nipping there. It wasn’t a playful bite, it served as a warning. You both growl as he does this and he looks down into your fiery eyes.

“Listen to me, please,” he says low, making you sit up and focus on him. You take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. He kneels down and takes your hands in his but you try to get free from his grasp.

“Enough please, I’m trying to help you,” he says.

“You have a weird way of doing it,” you huff.

“Y/n! No more! You can’t deal with this all on your own. I’m trying to help you in the best way that I can!”

“You know I had to figure all my abilities out on my own and do you know where that got me? It turned me into an unrestrained, blood-obsessed vampire that wreaked havoc on any human I came into contact with. One that couldn’t stop feeding even when I was full. I will not have you develop the same habits as me. I couldn’t block out any of my other senses and the only way I knew how to was to feed and feed til I didn’t feel anything more. That’s what will happen if you don’t learn how to control yourself,” he growls.

The air felt thick with tension and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. You should be thankful you had him trying to help you in any way he could even if you didn’t want him to.

“I umm.. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know how hard it was on you. I honestly didn’t know how hard all of this would be,” you confess, looking away from him.

“I know, you just need to trust me that what I’m trying to teach you is going to help in the long run. I know how overwhelming this all is and think it’s unfair, but I wish I had someone telling me no and showing me how to live with these powers properly,” he says pausing, “It probably would have saved me a lot of self-loathing that you love so much,” he teases.

“I get it, I’m listening,” you say low, throwing daggers back at him.

“Okay, good. First thing, that temper of yours is going to get you in trouble if you don’t learn to control it.” He quips. You roll your eyes at him and he lifts your chin to look at him. His silent warning comes off like a siren and you divert your eyes away.

You try to recollect yourself. “I’m listening, I swear,” you tell him.

“With our abilities, every emotion’s heightened, so when you feel anger, it's like a radioactive bomb just went off inside of you. It doesn’t need to be that way, or actually, it shouldn’t be that way. There’s no need to get that upset about anything in this world when everything comes to us so easily. So when you get upset, you don’t need to let the whole world know. It's best to learn how to let things go because a human will always be in the path of your anger. Also because I can feel your emotions now tenfold, it would be nice to not feel so angry too. I thought I had my temper under control before I met you,” he winks.

“Yeah… that’s going to need some getting used to. I’m sorry I was so angry. All of this is frustrating and I don’t know why I feel so emotional in not getting my way but it just overtook me.”

“That’s normally what happens, honey. When I woke up for the first time as a vampire, I couldn’t get a grip on anything whether it was my emotions or my thirst. It was all really bad and the damage I caused could have been a lot worse, but it was still awful. I looked for Raphael everywhere, demanding an answer to what he had done to me. To no avail, I never found him obviously, and went off on a spree. I guess in a way I was in denial and couldn’t fathom what I had been turned into. Like you, vampires were just stories, myths that you’d tell kids to scare them and make them think twice about going out at night. But it was all very real and I’d lock myself in the bathroom, trying to get a hold of this all. I felt everything you’re feeling now, the hunger, the intense emotions, the heightened senses, I was helpless.”

“I won’t let it be like that for you. No matter how many times you tell me to go away or you don’t want my help, I will not do that to you. I love you too damn much to watch you struggle. Feeling that would kill me inside,” you say looking into your eyes.

You nod in agreement, understanding that you need to think about both of you when something happens since this bond so tightly attaches you to one another. Just sitting here you can feel the worry run off of him and you feel bad for giving him such a hard time about all of this.

An ambulance’s siren wails off in the distance and you grimace over the obnoxious sound ringing in your ears.

“Ahh shit! How do I make it stop being so loud!” You grunt, covering your ears with your palms.

“It’s going to be okay honey, take a deep breath. A lot of this power we have needs a focus point, just like feeding. You can’t just let all your senses go free and not hone in on what you want or what you want to feel. Having to hear everything all at once is awful, trust me. Or having to smell so much blood is agonizing.”

“I know you might not like it when I say this, but I need you to focus on me. Only me. Focus on my voice and block out the rest of the noise outside. Only let yourself hear what you want. Focus on my scent,” he explains.

You compose yourself and try to do just that, focusing on Elvis’ energy and nothing else outside. It was hard, you never noticed how loud everything really was when you were human. He squeezes your hands in assurance, trying to get you to focus.

“You can do this, just focus on one thing at a time and it won’t feel as overwhelming,” he instructs. You take a few deep breaths, collect your thoughts, and focus on Elvis. You try to center your thoughts on the sound of his heartbeat. You hear it, and it sounds much different than the other times you’ve laid on his chest and heard almost nothing. It was now much stronger, almost normal sounding, and you put your hand on his chest. You can feel it almost flutter by your touch and that sound fills your ears like a harmonious orchestra.

The rumble of cars on the street started to fade and the sound of the wind was minimal.

You take a deep breath in and wafts of scents fill your nose. Mainly blood but also food and the saltiness of the sea. You keep focusing on him and try to get that beautiful smell in your mind.

It hits you and you feel your mouth water. You look up at him and see a cute little smile on his face.

“There you go. See, I knew you could do it. It just takes practice, darling that’s all,” he coos.

You nod your head, even though you know he’s right, you hate how difficult he had to be. He looks at you in awe, memorizing all the smallest details on your face. He kisses the back of your hand then puts his hands on your smooth thighs. Electric sparks consume you and you hold your breath as his hands trail to your back and then up to your face.

“I just can’t believe you’re a vampire. I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he says softly.

“I know,” you whisper back.

“I can’t get over it, honey. I know it’s our bond and everything, but I just can’t stop touchin’ ya.” He says as his hand rakes down your back.

“It’s not like you kept your hands off of me before…” you say smugly.

A sly smirk falls over his face, “yeah, and? Never heard you complain about it once,” he teases.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head at him then let this long silence hang over you two. You can feel the way his heated gaze was looking at every inch of you. It made you flustered, to say the least. You still felt the wetness that had pooled in between your thighs and looked back up at him longingly. You synch your dress up higher, exposing more of your legs to him and you watch as his eyes fall where you wanted them to go.

“So… do you plan on cleaning up the mess you made,” you say, guiding his fingers to your soaked entrance, “or is this another lesson of yours?” You say smartly.

“Oh honey, you know me too well, I can’t surprise you anymore can I?” He says slyly. His finger swipes through your folds and makes you gasp as you feel like your body is on fire with desire. He does it again and makes sure to look at your face as it falls apart by his touch.

“But we have a plane to catch,” he continues, taking you by the hand.

“Where are we going?” You ask surprised.

“Back home, we have more to learn baby. It’ll be better to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city. We can always come back here whenever you want.”

*

Elvis quickly changed before you both left the hotel to an all-black outfit; looking decadent as ever. You quickly packed all your stuff and shoved it into your suitcases, not worrying about making your clothes neat. He was pulling you out the door before you knew it and covered you in kisses along the way.

You both get to the airport and get on the private jet that’s waiting for you at the end of the tarmac. You were disappointed you were leaving this gorgeous place, but Elvis was right, it would be better to learn more about your abilities in the quiet grounds of Graceland. The sunglasses you wore made it much more tolerable to look outside the window as you drove to the airport. Elvis also wore his signature glasses, shielding his glowing golden eyes away from any humans you might encounter on the way to the airport. Everything was still too loud but you tried to keep your focus on Elvis’ heart and that seemed to make everything a bit better.

You step out of the car and the warm Hawaii sun hits your pale skin. It stings like you have a fresh sunburn after only being out here for a few seconds. It's not too painful, but you can understand why most vampires try to avoid being in the sun for too long. Elvis gets out of the car behind you and takes your hand in his.

“It doesn’t feel too bad but it does feel annoying if you stay out for too long. You’ll get used to it,” he says as you walk to the stairs of the plane.

You nod your head and he leads you up the stairs to the plane. The inside of it had about six seats and a small table with chairs in the back. You decided to sit in the back as Elvis was talking to the pilot before sitting down. The slick between your legs was still there and you cursed under your breath when you sat down. You should have changed your clothes before you left but you were too distracted by the events of the last hour or so. It was going to take a lot of practice to reign in your emotions and not let them take over your entire day because all you wanted to do was drink his blood and fuck him till the sun comes up again.

Yet again, Elvis was right when he said you’d only want him more as a vampire. You knew it was because of your bond and all your new senses, but damn him for being spot-on about it all. You wanted him to be wrong about something for once. The more you thought about having an intimate moment with him, your mind could barely handle it. You had a feeling it was going to be more intense in every way and you didn’t know how you were going to handle that.

There was one flight attendant on the plane and she offered you something to drink and you politely declined. It was going to be strange not drinking or eating anything you realized. You could smell her blood being this close to her and hold your breath so you don’t feel the need to feed. She starts to walk away and you slowly exhale, remaining calm and trying not to freak yourself out. It worked, but you definitely need more practice being around humans.

Elvis was still busy with the pilot so you decide to go to the restroom to have a moment to yourself. You splash some water on your face and try to recollect yourself. Patting your face dry with a towel, you look up at your reflection and are still in shock by the appearance of yourself. You looked like you always have, but there was this immortal aspect to yourself you couldn’t ignore.

You were too prim and proper even though you just rolled out of bed a few hours ago. Your natural waves looked sleek and shiny and even your skin looked flawless like you just did your makeup or something. Your posture was all too perfect and the way your golden eyes glowed made it all much more apparent that you weren’t human anymore.

At least they’re not blood-thirsty red…

It was all so strange. There wasn’t any amount of time that could have prepared you for any of this. You had a few months to mentally get ready and kiss your human life away, but this is all so much more.

You grab some toilet paper and try your best to wipe the wetness off of your dress before stepping out of the bathroom. Elvis is sitting in the back looking in your direction, waiting expectantly for you to come closer.

“Everything okay darlin’?” He asks smoothly.

“Yes I’m fine,” you assure him.

“Come sit down, we’re about to take off any second now,” he says softly, beckoning you to him.

You go to him on the long sofa-like seats that have your back against the windows. Before you can take the seat beside him, he quickly snatches you up and sits you on his lap. You gasp and feel his grip around your waist tighten.

“Thought this would be the safest seat on the plane,” he says cheekily.

You slightly adjust your position on him and feel the slick that’s still stuck on the back of your dress and in between your thighs. You silently grimace at the feeling and look at him with a little smile.

“Oh I don’t know about that… this seat feels a bit… dangerous,” you breathe.

His lips curl into a smirk and pulls you in closer.

“I don’t know what you mean darlin’. I’m not doin’ anything,” he teases patting the side of your ass with his hand, “you on the other hand, you are just crying to be fucked, aren’t you? You never put on another pair of panties before we left?” He grins.

“No, I didn’t. Figured you’d be ripping them off anyway,” you breathe.

He shakes his head at you and you suddenly can hear the roar of the plane’s engines start to rumble. The engine grew louder and louder and you were starting to get drowned by the sound. You look at Elvis not knowing what to do and grip onto his shirt.

“It’s okay baby. Just do what you did last time, block out everything, and focus on what you want to hear. What was it that made you finally feel better in the hotel?” He asks.

“Your heart. I focused on your heart,” you tell him, putting your hand on his chest and smiling. You can slowly feel everything start to fade away and look back into his gorgeous eyes. He smiles at you and rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“It’s so much louder now,” you say low, feeling the warmth of his chest.

“I know, I think that’s all thanks to you. You made me feel… whole again,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

It felt too good for him to kiss you like this. You were love drunk on him and the way he could have you melt into him so easily. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to get closer to him. Even though you didn’t technically need to breathe like a normal human, he still left you completely breathless. Your head felt like it was in a daze with the way his hands lit your body on fire. Your arousal pooled and you were dying for him to touch you anywhere below the waist.

He breaks the kiss to look at you and you notice in the window behind him you’re high above the clouds now, metaphorically and physically.

“Touch me,” you whimper. His eyes look serious and he caresses your face once more.

“Like this sweetheart?” He says low.

You take a deep breath in and try not to get too flustered.

“No, you know where I want your hands…” you whisper.

He takes his hands slowly down your body til they find your thighs and spread them apart slightly, giving him access to where you need him the most. He runs his fingers up and down over them, slowly kissing your cheek and neck.

“Mmm, so wet for me aren’t you?” He whispers, biting your ear lobe. His deep, gravelly voice makes you tingle to your core. He keeps his fingers inches away from your dripping heat and it leaves you begging for more.

“Honey, please,” you whimper louder.

“Shhh, honey you have to be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear you begging now do we?” He says motioning to the flight attendant behind the curtain separating the front of the cabin from the rest of it.

You bite the inside of your cheek and quickly look at him. “Okay,” you breathe.

“Good baby. That’s what I like to hear,” he coos. His fingers wander to find your core and you gasp at the sensation.

“Fuck honey, you feel so good. All of this is because I was spanking you hmm?” He says low. Your breathing hitches and you grab on tightly to the back of his shirt.

“Yes,” you breathe, “I liked it too much…I can’t help but want you. You said it yourself, I’m only needier as a vampire,” you tell him, nipping at the crook of his neck. He grunts at the sensation and he finds your sensitive bud.

“Mhmm… I just never thought it was going to be this bad,” he says as he teases your entrance. Your hips can’t help but buck into his hand more and hope he doesn’t tease you for too much longer. He nods his head at you, liking how he’s got you craving more.

“That’s it, baby…You have to promise to be quiet for me okay? And I’ll give you what you want,” he continues.

“Please, I’ll be good I promise,” you whimper.

He nods his head at you and bites his bottom lip as he scrunches your dress up higher to take a look at you.

He places more kisses on your neck and they make you dizzy. You’re so starved for his touch and can’t help but claw at his back. It felt like the first time he touched you, how you instantly needed more attention and couldn’t help but lean into his body. You sigh as you feel him gently rub your clit in concentrated circles. He grunts softly to himself as more slick gathers on his fingertips.

You can feel how much he loves this, how he’s growing more aroused with the longer he touches you. It’s so suffocating the way you can feel his need for you beat out of his chest. This lust he has begins to consume every last thought you have. You need him more than ever and you weren’t ashamed to admit it.

“Oh honey,” you sigh, feeling the throbbing grow worse inside you now. You have to shut your eyes and fight the urge to groan his name.

“Fuck baby I know. You’re driving me insane too. Your pussy just dying for me hmm?” He asks low. You take a sharp breath in and nip at his ear.

“Please, yes I’m dying for you,” you cry softly.

With a soft grunt, he slowly starts to stuff two of his fingers inside you and squeal softly, looking at him wide-eyed. It felt like the first time he ever touched you; overwhelming and intense. Your entrance was too sensitive, too tight, like you haven’t been touched in eons. You quickly put your hand over your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. He felt so good it made your jaw drop, and if this is how you were feeling with just his fingers, you would not be able to last a second with his cock inside you.

He proceeds to curl his fingers inside you and pulls your hand off your mouth. You look at him with pleading eyes and your breathing continues to hitch.

“I wanna see that pretty face. Looks so good when you’re getting pleasured,” he coos, biting his lip gently, looking up and down at your trembling body.

“Baby, please, this is too much,” you whimper.

“This is too much? Oh, baby what are you going to say when my is cock deep inside you?” He taunts. You growl low, clawing your fingernails down his back. Just the idea of that has you reeling in agony. You try to bury your face in his neck to smell his delicious scent, wanting so badly to take a big bite into it. You could hear his heart hammer away the more he teases you and it fills you more with need.

“Jesus I can’t-, it’s going to be like the first time,” you gasp, seeing flashbacks of your passionate throes of lovemaking in the penthouse as you close your eyes.

“Oh but darlin’, I’ve been daydreaming about the things I’d do to you once you were turned. I’ve had quite some time to think about that,” he teases.

Your stomach flutters at the thought and his fingers twist deeper inside you. His knuckles press up against your folds and you gasp, loving how he’s stuffing you to the brink with his long fingers.

“Oh God… like what?” You ask breathlessly, clutching onto him tighter.

“Make you beg for things… have you beg for my mouth, my fingers… have you begging for my cock to fill this needy pussy. Now that you’re turned, I don’t have to be so afraid of breaking you while I have you,” he snickers softly. He nips at your neck and your eyes roll back, gasping for breath.

Oh, this man was going to ruin you when you got home, no doubt about it. You couldn’t fathom what he had in mind but you already knew you were going to be an absolute mess because of it. The last part of what he said lingered in your mind though and had to ask.

“What do you mean-, you weren’t… you mean to tell me you were holding back essentially?” You pant, his fingers hitting that spot deep inside you that leaves you wanting to cry out to the heavens. Your mouth falls open in shock and he nods his head at you.

“Yeah, baby.” He smirks.

“Every. Single. Time.” You say, groaning through our teeth.

“Mhmm, I had to be nice and gentle with ya. I couldn’t squeeze you the way I really wanted or have you ride me harder. You were so fragile as a human,” he pauses giving you more kisses. You grind your hips into his hand and do everything in your power to not cry out his name.

God, I want that… I want to fuck you so bad, you cry inside your head. More need flows out of him like hot lava and pours onto you, making you want him more.

Elvis shifts his head to the side, examining you with a key-like precision, noticing how you are overcome with feeling all his desire for you. He presses his lips together briefly, “But now, oh honey now, you’re just as strong as me.” He coos with a twist of his fingers, “Now I can ruin that perfect little pussy. I can make love to you nice and slow or fuck you how I really want to. That’s what I’ve been dyin’ to do,” he growls to you.

It’s all too much. To fathom the idea that the intense, wild sex you’ve already had with him was fulfilling enough, you come to find out he’s been barely showing you what he really wants to do to you? Oh God, you’re not going to survive any of this. Immortal or not, you were going to pass out from all of this.

“Elvis, oh God…” you say weakly.

“Mhmm, I can’t wait to show you what I mean,” he growls, tilting your body away from him and nipping at your chest. “I needju so badly,” he slurs, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. He grunts softly as the sounds of your wetness spills out of you. The coil in your belly tightens exponentially with all this teasing and you begin to feel your body shutter by his touch. He hushes you as you’re beginning to lose your control and he slowly starts to pull his fingers out of you, only teasing your entrance. You take a sharp breath in, not wanting him to stop any time soon. But you suddenly feel eyes looking at the back of your head and Elvis sits up straighter.

“Mr. and Mrs. Presley? Do you need anything? Any refreshments or snacks?” The stewardess says softly. Your whole body goes stiff and you look panicked at Elvis.

His whole demeanor is casual and calm like there isn’t a care in the world right now. Or the fact he has you on the brink of coming undone on his fingers. One move and you won’t be able to hide this facade of just sitting on his lap innocently. You grip tightly onto his forearm and try to get him to stop his teasing.

“No, thank you for asking. Darlin’? You want anything?” He asks you, sarcasm lacing his words. You glare daggers at him and shake your head no.

“What was that honey? I don’t think she heard you,” he taunts. You want to scream at him for being so awful right now. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s planning on getting you to crumble in his hands.

You take a slow, deep breath, hoping to God your voice doesn’t sound as pathetic as it probably does, and hope she doesn’t come any closer. You can’t get a single word out. You’re too flustered and your brain screams at him to stop all of this. He quickly curls his fingers inside you, using a come hither motion to push up inside your pussy, rubbing the spot that can send you into the stratosphere. He keeps doing it, over, and over, and over. Pushing at that spot. His spot. All his.

Your nails dig deeper into his forearm and you’re almost sure you’re going to draw blood from it. Your eyes scream at him and press your lips together in agony. He just cocks his head to the side slightly, patiently waiting for your response. You take another deep breath and turn your head to the side slightly.

“No, thank you for asking,” you say sweetly and slowly start to lean back into Elvis's body, trying to make it seem as casual as possible.

“Yes, we appreciate it. We’ll call on you if we need anything for the rest of the flight,” Elvis assured her. You hear her heels thud on the carpet floor as she walks away and the swish of the curtain closing.

You sit back up and grab his jaw in your hand to get him to look at you straight in the eye.

“You’re fucking vile, you know that?” You hiss in his face. He smirks at you and slowly exhales, examining all the frustration slapped across your face.

“I just wanted to see what you’d do,” he jests, continuing to fuck you with his long fingers.

You groan and let go of his face as you look down to see his fingers covered in your slick.

“Fuck you,” you huff.

“You don’t mean that darlin’. Don’t you want me?” He asks low as he takes your hand and leads it to his straining cock in his pants. Heat radiated from it and you whimper at the feeling of him.

“Yes… I do,” you choke out. He hums softly and starts to move his fingers faster. You can’t hold back anymore and feel your coil getting ready to snap.

“Mhmm, good baby. Look what you’ve done to me,” he pauses, making you move your fingers more along his long length. You hiss at the sensation and look at him pleading as he continues, “You like how that feels? You remember how hard it feels inside of you,” he tells you, his sensual voice making your body grow weaker by the second.

“Oh yes,” you cry softly into his neck. You rock your hips into him harder and try to stay silent. Your core aches to have some kind of release.

“That’s it, baby, let me feel you come apart,” he coos in your ear. You don’t need to be told again and your walls flutter and squeeze around his two fingers. Your orgasm rips through you like never before and you feel breathless as your body tries to get a grip on what it’s feeling. You scratch and pull at his hair, everything consuming your body and panting rapidly. Your vision goes blurry and you can’t believe you can feel so good. Your legs begin to shake and you squeeze your thighs around his hand. He groans too, feeling your slick walls respond to him with ease.

“Goddamn baby, so fucking needy,” he groans into your ear, “I wish it was my cock inside you,” he growls.

You can’t take much else or you were going to let out a loud scream so you keep your face buried in his neck to silence you. Your hand keeps rubbing his length, noticing how his body responds to you too so easily. Your fingers find his pants button and zipper and start to unfasten them. He grunts as he watches you try to get into his pants.

“And what do you think you’re doin’ darlin’?” He asks with an amused chuckle.

“I want you. I want to feel you,” you tell him, slowly getting off of him and kneeling in between his open legs. You gasp slightly as he pulls his fingers out of you and gives you a heated gaze. Your hand quickly finds his cock, pulling it out of his pants and groaning at the sight. He felt warm and heavy in your palm, throbbing slightly as you glide your hand up and down on it. There was so much you wanted to do to him but you knew you had plenty of time later to do that. He shifts uncomfortably in the seat and looks at you wide-eyed, not expecting you to do any of this.

“Honey,” he says as a warning, “you trying to get caught,” he hisses, motioning toward the front of the cabin.

“Just stay quiet, then we won’t get seen hmm?” You say smartly, pumping your hand along his shaft and licking your lips as he looks hungrily at you.

He quickly looks back toward the front of the plane, then back to you.

“They’re wondering why we’re so quiet,” he chuckles. You turn your head to the front of the cabin and can hear the pilots too, murmuring to each other how they think your behaviors are strange.

“Well too bad. If you happen to get louder, you’ll just have to compel them to forget the sounds you’ve made,” you snicker.

He doesn’t say anything, he waits for your next move patiently. You pull his pants down more and massage his heavy balls in one hand, and pump his cock with the other. He instantly groans heavily and you smirk at him.

“Shhh honey, be nice and quiet for me, mkay?” You tease, your hand continuing to work on him. He leans his head back and huffs softly, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Goddamn it baby,” he whimpers. You don’t listen to any of his protests and keep teasing him, touching him in all the areas that you know can easily make him fall apart.

Your thumb glides down from his peeking tip and runs it all the way down to the base of his dick. He lets out a frustrated groan and pulls his pants down more, freeing him from the constraints of them. He angles himself to face the back of the plane and has you kneel in between his legs. He spreads his legs wider for you once again and smirks at you wickedly.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, baby,” he grunts.

Your body shutters at the sound of his voice and quickly pull your hair to one side of your neck. You pull at one of Elvis’ hands to grab onto your gathered hair and he pulls it tight. You moan at the sensation and his hands twist your hair tighter at the top of your head. You cry out softly, looking up at him with innocent eyes. Your tongue swirls on his tip, making him groan loudly. You repeat it over and over and each time, his hips try to buck up into your mouth. You anticipate this and don’t let him in any more than that. He’s so sensitive, unable to hide his need for you, and can’t sit still.

“Sit still,” you whisper, a devious smirk slapped across your face.

“I can’t,” he growls, “you feel too good.”

You go back to teasing him and put more pressure around his balls. He gasps at the sensation and pulls at your hair hard, making you look at him.

“Fucking hell baby. You’re going to make me come like that,” he hisses. You don’t stop though, and slowly start to suck on him, putting more of his hot length in your mouth.

His hips grind into you, stuffing more of himself into you. He doesn’t hold back the moans he’s making, loving every second of this. You love it too, you want to make him fall apart as quickly as possible. He bucks his hips into you once again and you gag around him, still not used to his long length inside you like this. You quickly take him out of your mouth and try to catch your breath, looking up at him in shock.

He smirks slightly before speaking, “What baby? Is this still too much for you to handle?” He says smartly.

“I can handle it just fine,” you growl. “You are the one who won’t be able to handle much more of this,” you tease.

He brags he knows how to get you unraveled but you know how to do the same to him. You suck and lick on him more, pumping the rest of his length in your hand. He pulls onto your hair tighter and lets out a guttural moan as he pants heavily.

“Fuckin’ hell mama,” he growls.

You look up at him with your pleading eyes, knowing that he can’t handle you looking at him like this. You feel his body stiffen and he leans his head back, exposing his delicious long neck. He quickly looks back down and looks like he’s in a daze, so heavily drunk on you and your mouth.

You move quicker on him and his mouth falls into a beautiful O shape, his eyebrows furrowed, and his chest heaving.

“Oh baby,” he groans through his teeth, bucking his hips up into you and grunting heavily. His cock twitches and he lets his white, thick release pour into your mouth. You groan too when you feel it, squeezing your thighs together as you feel your arousal pool again. You put more of his hot length inside your mouth as he comes, making him gasp for breath. “Fuck baby, just like that,” he sighs, helping you take more of him. You moan with him inside you and he likes your response.

You slowly start to take him out of your mouth and make sure he’s watching as you swallow his whole load. He bites his lips while watching you, turned on by the sight in front of him. He lets go of your hair and pulls you back onto his lap once more.

“Naughty little vampire you’ve become,” he quips, pulling you by the back of your neck and kissing you with blinding need. You moan into his touch and tangle your fingers into his hair.

“You love it though,” you whimper in his ear. He nods his head and covers your cheek in kisses.

“Mhmm, I do,” he says in between kisses.

“You’re definitely going to have to compel them to forget those sounds you made,” you tease.

“I’ll do it before we land,” he says nonchalantly, reaching to kiss you again. You throw him a confused look and wait for his explanation of why he won’t just do it now.

“This is a long flight back to Memphis darlin’. I think I might need to make you beg for me a little longer. I need watch you come apart more.” He says slyly, flipping you over onto the seats and onto your back as his hands roam up your legs. You’ll always be deprived for this man, never able to get enough and you know he feels the same way with you.

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THIS is The Most Beautiful Bucky Smut scene I have EVER read in my life.

I’ll link it below for you guys, but stop what you are doing right now and read this.

There are fics that deserve more recognition and then there are stories like the one I just read. I wanted to spread the word to everyone about the most amazing, beautiful, raw, stunning, and alluring sex scene of any Bucky Barnes fanfiction I’ve ever read. Putting Nicholas Sparks, that one fic Possessed, to SHAME.

Like, seriously.

Stop what you are doing right now, and listen to this rant I’m about to go on. This is a well deserved rant.

I recently came across this fic called Take It Back by @allandoflimbo . The fic itself is probably the most underrated piece of art I’ve ever come across on here. To the point where after I read it it blew my mind that some cheaters only had a few hundreds likes, no comments, and some chapters not even in the hundreds, because when I tell you this story is BEAUTIFUL. I mean it with all my heart and soul.

You’ve probably get told a lot by other people go read this fic you’ll love it go read that one and you probably save them for later, but this is a story you do not save for later.

I am telling you right now, if you are reading this post, go goddamn read this heart wrenching and beautiful piece of art. DO IT!

Back to my purpose with this post…this story has a love scene in it. A smut scene. Sex scene, or what ever you prefer to call it. It’s in the core part of this book and so beautifully and perfectly placed. Even reading it alone is just…the amount of emotions, conviction, and goosebumps that will unravel over your body is insane. There are smut scenes in fics that make you hot and bothered, and this one does make you feel that way, but it also does something else to you. You break and heal at once. You cry and smile, you whimper and you have to take deep breaths.

I’m going to quote some of it here for you guys so you have a general idea of what I’m talking about.

The moment leading to the kiss.

There’s slow burns, and then there’s tension of unbelievable thickness, paced out so well that Alandoflimbo captures perfectly. You can tell she poured her heart into leading up to the kiss. That when it finally happens, you feel the same exact emotions they both feel when it happens.

First it’s the dialogue.

“You know why.”

Perfect. Three little words and the reader knows what’s going to happen.

It’s so quiet that the only thing you two can hear is the sound of his breathing, your tiny feet walking, and the distant hum of the refrigerator. You see the muscles in his back tense when you get closer to him, the silence in the room becomes unbearably quiet. It was screaming at you both, it was the answer you both needed in your own way. The silent scream was the phrase he had said moments ago that still lingered in the air like a damn siren. Because you loved him.

…

You stretch out your fingers flat against his back, making him sigh. The moonlight peeks in through his large window as your hand drags slowly up his back. His breath hitches audibly at the feel of it. His eyes close together again as his right-hand falls against his leg. He rubs his hand there on his jeans. trying to get rid of the nervous sweat that had gathered on the edge of his palm. He can’t breathe.

There’s more, and so much much more before they kiss. And when they do it’s perfect.

And the smut scene…by god. BY FUCKING GOD.

Ten thousand words that would put Nicholas Sparks to shame. That’s right, ten thousand words.

Like I said, I’m still surprised at how unknown this story is because I’m not exaggerating when I say it is the best BuckyxReader fic out there. Please, please read it. This gem deserves all the attention in the world.

If you’re interested in just the sex scene, it’s in Chapter 17 “Our First Dance”. But I would recommend reading the full thing from the beginning if you can. I believe the author also put out a BuckyxOC Version if that’s more your thing.

This story is beautiful. Magnificent. Bravo @allandoflimbo , bravo.

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The Devil Doesn't Bargain

Summary: Nearly having you at his fingertips only for news from each side of the families causes distress to everyone, Having to find new ways to win you over and make you his and finally get Nerissa away from him does it finally click what Aemond is meant to do.

Word count: 5.1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

“We need to tell Nerissa about us.”

During the trip back home you couldn't get his words out of your mind of telling Nerissa to only ask for some time to think, even when settling back into the family house and still listening to Nerissa continue on about how happy she and Aemond were or how quickly she'd give him heirs as you nodded along. Still not wanting to believe you might just ruin your own sister's happiness about such a topic or the fact that Aemond made it more than crystal clear it was you he loved, everyone unaware of the glances or hushed whispers between your mother Odette and Aemond's father Viserys about things of the past only to keep up the act as if nothing had happened with fake plastered smiles about the engagement toward Aemond and Nerissa.

Aemond had spent his time doing his absolute best to keep up the charade of planning for his wedding to Nerissa. He wanted everyone to believe that he was happy to be marrying your sister, even though he was only thinking about you and what felt like a magical moment that the gods blessed him with. He felt like he was doing a horrible job at hiding his true feelings from everyone, but he tried to put on a brave face. He was happy with his arrangement with you, but he still felt terrible for how unhappy he was going to make Nerissa. The next few weeks went by slowly as Aemond tried sending more letters to you only to have them ignored, feeling lost and like you no longer enjoyed the same things after the big dinner only keeping more to yourself than usual as you shrugged off any questions and concerns about the behavior. Then your family had to attend a royal ball the Targaryen house was holding for Aegon and Helena's latest child which you found adorable as Nerissa made it clear she didn't see the cuteness but after some time you had wandered off as Nerissa held on tightly to Aemond's arm keeping him beside her as she spoke with ladies about the up-coming wedding and what life would be like.

As the guests kept arriving at the dance floor for a ball that was being held for Helena and Aegon’s newborn, your body was physically there. Your soul was elsewhere. Aemond’s words still echo in your ears. In the weeks that had passed since the big confession, you couldn't stop thinking about what had been said. You could not focus on anything but the thoughts of Aemond. And you were also scared at the idea of losing your family if you two decided to take the matter further. Would it really be worth the risk? You sighed softly to yourself as you walked into what looked like a study and started looking through different books that looked interesting. Aemond knew that he had to be patient, but the weeks were going by so slowly that his anxiety was almost unbearable at this point. He had written so many letters to you without receiving any sort of reply that he started to wonder if he had done something to upset you. He knew that he would have to see you again to speak to you once more and he hoped that your arrangement wasn’t something that was off-limits, he tried his best to keep up appearances with Nerissa as the wedding drew closer.

Aemond couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stand the pain of seeing your distant and sad attitude towards this delicate situation. He decided that he was going to speak with you to clear the air. He found you in the study and he approached you from behind especially after having made sure Nerissa was too distracted to notice where he had gone, “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Aemond asked, with a sense of curiosity in his voice. But didn't give you much room to answer him as he spoke again. “Would you mind if I spoke with you?” Aemond said as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, he had thought that the ball would be a nice distraction for you. He saw the way you had looked around in the room as if you were trying to distract yourself from his words. Before you could respond to his question, he asked another one. “Have you had any time to think about what we talked about the other night?” You were standing in the middle of the large study room, looking at an ancient Valyrian book with an expressionless face. It was not that you hadn’t thought about Aemond’s confession, of course, you had thought about it. Your mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour, but you had made the decision to keep your feelings to yourself to protect your family more so Nerissa and her happiness. "You know I can’t marry you." You finally responded and turned to look at Aemond not noticing the slip of paper that fell out from the book in your hands. It hurt to say those words, but they had to be said, the decision had been made.

Aemond’s face fell when you told him that you wouldn’t marry him. He had hoped that the weeks of silence would make you think about what had been said, and he feared that you would be too afraid of the consequences to proceed with this relationship. “Why can’t we?” Aemond couldn’t help but ask this question. “Nerissa will be disappointed, but it isn’t the end of the world. I promise.” Aemond felt his heart sink as you made it clear that you were sticking with the decision. He knew that was a decision that you had to make, but it hurt to hear that you were just giving up on this love. He saw the slip of paper fall to the floor as you were talking and noticed that you didn’t see it. What could this paper be? He thought as he picked up the folded paper “Why can’t you marry me?” He asked once more, hoping that maybe he could change your mind. "I just… I can’t do it. I promised my parents that I would not cause any trouble for them. And I feel bad to be the reason my sister’s heart to be broken." There was a hint of anger as your voice started to shake. With every word you uttered, your voice became stronger and a fire burned inside you, as you were becoming more and more determined to stand up for yourself.

You tried to remain focused on the conversation, but your eyes kept falling on the folded piece of paper Aemond had in his hand. You sighed and looked down slightly "Because I don't want to hurt my family." You said softly as a tear rolled down your cheek. It felt like the entire weight of the world had just been put on your shoulders no matter how calm you tried to stay the anger and sadness seemed to take over. You kept your head down, as you couldn't look into his eyes into that moment. Aemond could feel his emotions rising as he saw you become determined to stick to your decision. He felt the anger simmering within him as he tried to control himself. “I don’t care about your family. I only care about you.” He said, losing any sense of control that he had. “Why does their happiness matter more than mine and yours? Why does everyone get to have a choice except for us?” He said, with a hint of desperation in his voice. Aemond felt a sense of frustration as you refused to give into your love, he wanted to argue with you, as he felt like you belonged together. He knew that you were right about not wanting to hurt your families, but it was hard for Aemond to be rational when he was in love. He could see the anger and sadness in your eye and he felt even more desperate to get you to see his side of the story. “Please, Y/n. We don’t need anyone else’s approval to be together.” He placed the piece of paper in his hand down on a table and approached you.

"We do, Aemond." You didn’t dare to lift your eyes to look at him. You felt your chest tighten as if every breath was now difficult to take in due to your heartache. "We need our parents. We need our siblings. The kingdom is fragile and we cannot go against what our family has planned for us." You kept your head low but you felt his hands gently grasp the sides of your face and lift your head up. You finally had to look at him, as you did you looked hurt and terrified. Your eyes widened as you saw his reaction. You were not expecting Aemond to be so angry. Of course, you understood why he felt like that, but you felt like you could not break the promise you had made to your parents. "Please, Aemond, you must understand. The consequences of our relationship would be disastrous." Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke, you still could not believe what you were saying to Aemond not wanting to believe it yourself. And you knew that he thought your words were foolish and they had no meaning in front of love. Aemond felt the anger build up inside of him as he heard you insist that you couldn’t be together. He couldn’t believe that he was finally speaking his mind to you, only for you to say the exact opposite of what he wanted to hear. “But our love means more than anything else.” He said desperately. “How can you say otherwise?” He tried to keep his voice level, but the anger was evident in his tone.

Aemond was fuming as he heard you talk about following your parents’ wishes and trying to keep the peace with the rest of your families. He felt that your parents were completely wrong about forcing him to marry Nerissa and not you. He felt like you were giving up on this love too soon, he tried to remain as calm as possible, even though he had every right to be angry. “What if I’m willing to risk it?” He asked softly. He felt his body shake with anger as he heard your words replay loudly in his head. He couldn’t believe that you were choosing duty over love. But he knew that you had your reasons. “Fine…” Aemond said finally, as he had to hold back the urge to argue with you. He looked away as he couldn’t bear looking into your eyes. Aemond didn’t say anything else. He knew there was nothing else he could say to convince you to change your mind. For a moment you thought that a miracle was about to happen from the gods. Maybe, just maybe, you and Aemond were meant to be together and you two would not have to hide your love from anyone. But then reality set in, and you realized that it was not going to happen. Your decision was made the moment you told him the truth about your feelings. You felt your heart break even more as Aemond turned away from you. Was this a punishment for being so cowardly? Or maybe this was the price you had to pay for the decision that you had to make.

Feeling your heartbreak as you saw Aemond’s reaction to your decision. You felt like he hated you for what you did, despite yourself. However, you were aware that your decision was the right thing to do, you could not go against your parents’ wishes. You stayed silent while Aemond expressed his feelings of anger and frustration. "There is nothing more we can say to each other, is there?" You asked softly with a sad expression on your face. Your mind kept thinking about that mysterious piece of paper that rested on the desk. Aemond sighed loudly as he was unable to talk you out of this stupid decision. He still couldn’t believe that your families were keeping you apart. All he wanted to do was hold you close and tell you that it would work out. He felt his heart ache for you, as he could see that you were hurting as well. “No, I suppose there isn’t,” he said, looking down at the ground, feeling defeated. “I’m sorry for what my family has planned for you.” You stepped closer to Aemond and placed your hand on his shoulder.

"If there is another life, you will be my husband." You said quietly, yet full of feeling. Your head was held high even as you watched Aemond start to walk away, despite your sadness. You made your decision and there was nothing that could change it now. You could only hope that your parents would be happy with what you had chosen to do. You sat down once Aemond left and let your tears fall tired of holding them in, feeling as if it was the best thing to do even if it hurt you both this much but couldn't imagine hurting Nerissa who seemed so happy about marrying Aemond. Sighing softly as you wiped at your cheeks and stood up trying to calm yourself before joining the party once more even as you walked passed the table where Aemond had put the piece of folded paper. And with a deep breath figuring there was no harm in taking longer to compose yourself, you started to slowly open it. Your curiosity killed you at that moment you just wanted to know what could be written there. Letting your eyes travel over the written words almost as if it was some kind of deep passionate poem to a loved one of a heavily detailed night spent together which seemed fine even if it made you think of doing such things with Aemond until you gasped and covered your mouth seeing your mother's name written along the lines.

What could this possibly mean? You thought to yourself but folded the paper again as you held it tightly in between your fingers, you felt your heart start beating quickly as you tried to make sense of it all. Making your way out of the study and back toward the busy party as if nobody had noticed you or Aemond were gone for a while but scanned the room looking for the tall blonde. Seeing him standing by Nerissa as you started making your way over to him gently taking hold of his arm and asking for a moment of his time making up a small lie to Nerissa that it was about the wedding, pulling him away and slowly looking up at Aemond again, as you tried to figure out what this meant and what it could possibly have to do with you and him. “Aemond… Who's study were we in?” You asked as easily as you could, as your voice was barely above a whisper. Aemond felt a sense of panic rush over him as you pulled him away from Nerissa. He knew that the lie you told Nerissa was a way for him and you to spend some time alone. His voice and entire demeanor changed, and he could feel his heart beating quickly. He wondered what you suddenly wanted to talk to him about, as it felt strange that you wanted to take him away from everyone. Then you asked him whose study you were in. He thought for a moment, as he tried to figure out why that would be important. “It’s my father’s study,” Aemond finally said. His voice was still soft, as he too was trying to keep his questions about this matter on the down low.

Nodding your head as Aemond told you whose study you were just currently in before leaving. He could see the curiosity in your eyes, as you tried to gather the courage to ask him something, so you took a deep breath and cleared your throat for some reason. "May I ask you something?" Feeling as if you couldn't help but fidget with the letter in between your fingers as you looked to Aemond for his answer but were unaware of Nerissa watching and noticing the letter as her jaw dropped thinking she had been had and found out even though it was King Viserys letter to your mother Odette. Aemond watched as you cleared your throat and fidgeted with the letter between your fingers and a sense of curiosity washed over him. Why were you so nervous about asking him a question? especially about this certain letter of all things? He looked at you for a few moments before giving you a nod and saying: “Of course, you may ask me anything.” He hoped that this wouldn’t be something that would upset him as it was clear you were a bit nervous about whatever it was you wanted to ask him.

You looked Aemond in the eyes but you could not say the words out loud. Instead, you simply showed him the letter you were holding. It was a very detailed letter with what normally most would look at as beautiful words, but it was clear the contents weren't meant to be seen. “Is… this true?” You asked in a low voice, with an empty expression but a lot of hurt behind your eyes. Aemond looked down at the letter and his heart dropped when he saw the words written on it in his father’s handwriting. “Did… my father write this?” He asked with a tone of disbelief in his voice, as he looked up at you with a look of confusion and a bit of anger. He couldn’t believe that his own father would do something like this and try to keep him apart from you. “Where did this take place?” His voice carried an edge to it as he asked his question. Aemond looked at the letter in his hand, as he kept reading the words written there. He felt his heart sank as he read the words. “Yes, it must be true.” He said with a sense of sadness in his voice. It seemed like both of your parents were to blame for this mess in your love story. “I had no idea that this was even a possibility.” He said. Aemond could not stop the anger from seeping into his voice as he spoke.

"I had no idea either…" Y/n spoke quietly as you kept your eyes firmly fixed on Aemond. You felt the world was falling apart in front of you. The whole reason you and Aemond couldn’t have a romantic relationship was based on a lie that seemed to unravel more than met the eye. And what was worse was that your parents knew about it. You were at a loss for words, you had so many questions but didn’t know what to say first? "Why, Aemond?" You asked. You could barely keep yourself from crying. Aemond’s eyes narrowed as he saw your expression. He was angry about the whole situation, and he felt that he should have known about this letter earlier. There was no use thinking about that now, he thought to himself as you asked him a question. “Why what, Y/n?” He tried to keep his face stern and unemotional, but he could feel the anger and hurt boiling inside him. Aemond saw your world fall apart before his very eyes, as you realized that your parents had lied to you about your entire life it seemed. When you asked Aemond why his father would do something so cruel and unfair, all he could do was stare in disbelief. “I have no idea, darling,” Aemond said with a hint of anger in his voice, as he was clearly upset with the situation. “Don’t cry. I’m going to do everything I can to make this right.”

Your bottom lip was trembling as your eyes started tearing up. You wanted to say a thousand words but none of them were coming out of your mouth. You were completely lost for words and could only stare down at the letter with a completely blank face, the meaning of the words not registering to you still. You could not think clearly, all you could think about was the lie your parents told you and your mind was racing, thinking about everything you had been through recently. You held the letter firmly and sat down on a chair. As Aemond saw you were about to start to cry, his heart broke for you. He saw the hurt in your eyes and he knew that he had to do whatever he could to fix this situation as he started thinking. “I’m going to make things right,” he whispered to you, as he saw your lower lip start to tremble. He put a comforting hand on your back. “I’m going to find a way to make my father reconsider so that we can be together.” He said with confidence before gently kissing your head and stalking off to go find his father with the letter still in hand. Hours passed by until the was finally ball was over Aemond had demanded to sit down with everyone from your family to his, letting the silence linger on as everyone waited to hear what this was all about even as Nerissa tried giving Aemond a hard time as she harshly whispered to him still thinking you had found out about what she had done until the tall blonde stood up throwing the letter toward his father and your mother Odette "Y/n and myself wish for an explanation upon what this means." Watching the shocked faces of the two as his mother Alicent reached over grabbing the parchment before she started reading it.

The letter felt like a hundred pounds in your hands. You were scared to know how your parents would react to the news and were extremely anxious to know what this meant for your and Aemond’s relationship. You had a feeling your parents’ would not react well, but you tried to give them the benefit of the doubt. Your heart was pounding like never before. You stayed silent, trying to take in everything in the room. Viserys let out a heavy sigh but started to explain as even Alicent questioned him on this giving more information and details from when he met Odette in passing at some point before they had slept together, how Odette had met her now husband married him claiming the child was his and didn't want any blowback of a singular night of passion especially since you looked nothing like a proper Targaryen. Aemond listened closely but grinned as he could feel the same twitch of his obsession with you now with the knowledge that you were in fact born from the same house he could in fact marry you now "Then I shall marry her and not lady Nerissa, it will help keep the bloodline pure as always." Even as some still tried to deny him this. Your eyes widened as you heard Viserys’ words that explained everything. You had wished that the love between you and Aemond had not been a crime, but you had never expected that you would be able to get married. You looked at Aemond, waiting for him to realize what was just said, your entire future was changing in front of your eyes for better and worse. You could not believe that it was this easy to get what you both wanted. It almost felt too good to be true, but the look on Aemond's face said that he felt the same.

Aemond could see the look of shock on your face as you heard his father’s words. He felt ecstatic as he realized that this meant he could marry you, as marrying each other would no longer be breaking any laws especially now knowing you had Targaryen blood in your veins. Aemond and you could now be together the way he had planned all along. He started to smile and then he hugged you, as he was overjoyed that you would finally be able to be together and he wouldn’t have to hide his love any longer. Nerissa watched on as her jaw dropped before she let out an ear-piercing scream as she pushed Aemond no longer caring about the eyes on you both or her as she hit his chest and yelled at him "What do you think you are doing? you stupid prick, you think you can just walk away for her of all people? that over this?" She spoke angrily even going as far as to slap Aemond before turning to you "And you think you can just take over and have him? I don't care if you want him or if those original letters were for you he's mine," getting stopped before she could lay a hand on you even as your parents watched in shock until they stood up from their seats quickly also trying to stop her as the man you thought was your father Ellington gently grabbed Nerissa and left the room with her struggling against him still screaming and wanting her way.

Viserys shook his head not knowing what to think of what just happened but leaned back in his seat, knowing this couldn't get out even as Odette now tried to make reason with him that you didn't look like any of them and you were of age to be married no matter how many other suitors tried to have your hand. Alicent sat in shock after it seemed like everything had settled but quietly watched between her husband and your mother then over to her son and you not knowing what to think or how to feel but cleared her throat as she attempted to speak confidently "These matters will be discussed in a timely matter, however in the meantime I believe it's best for everyone to get some rest." She spoke as she stood up leaving the room with Viserys following her shortly after while Aemond guided you to a temporary bed chamber kissing your hands and then your forehead as he whispered goodnight to you watching the door fully close thinking to himself that now you could and would fully be his.

Over the next couple of days, Ellington took Nerissa back home along with Odette who didn't want to leave you behind but had no choice as Viserys said he would take care of things and Aemond made it clear you wouldn't be leaving his side again. As the days passed, Aemond was filled with happiness and joy. He couldn’t wait to marry you and he was glad that his father had finally come to his senses. He spent each day at your side almost as if he had become a shadow to you and loved having the opportunity to spend time with you more and more. Viserys was correct that the marriage would be a way of keeping the House pure and Aemond was glad that he had finally allowed you both to marry, especially after making it clear he would take you away instead. He couldn’t wait for the wedding, as he was filled with excitement. Having helped you even get ready for the day as his mother requested you for an afternoon of tea and talking.

"Yes, dear Alicent, he is indeed. Aemond does spend a majority of his time with me. There have been moments where he hasn’t left my side." Y/n looked at Aemond, who stayed silent but had a small smile on his face. He was still trying to process what happened during the last couple of hours. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist, pulling her to him and gently kissing her forehead. It was a sweet gesture. Alicent looked shocked even as she tried to keep it together. Her son and you… A romantic relationship between the two? She didn’t know what this meant. But her son seemed happy, so that was enough. She tried to keep her composure as best she could. “How interesting, my dear…” Alicent whispered still hurt after learning everything. “It seems your friendship has blossomed into something else?” Alicent smiles at the embrace Aemond gives you. Her smile is warm and inviting. It’s a rare thing for her to see her son, the crown prince, show any public displays of affection. But it seems that he’s very much in love with you, and who can blame him? Alicent can’t blame him. She finds herself smiling in silence at his gentle actions.

You could not believe that Alicent was approving this relationship. It felt unreal to you, you didn’t know what to think at that moment. Alicent was the last person you expected would approve, or at least like, your relationship with Aemond. You wrapped your arms around Aemond’s neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. "It certainly has, my lady." You replied to Alicent, trying to hold back a smile. You then looked back to Aemond, who was visibly delighted to see his mother’s approval. Alicent watches you both in a state of quiet approval. She is satisfied to know that Aemond, the crown prince, is happy. And she is happy to know that you, whoever you may be, are making him happy. Alicent can’t help but feel a sense of warmth growing within her, despite her usually cool demeanor. She smiles again at the embrace, and this time, she cannot hold back her words even as she tries to be gentle about it "It doesn't faze you how my son acts around or about you?". You chuckled at the question. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were enjoying your time with Aemond. You had never met a boy or a man as kind, protective, and loving as him. "Oh, no it actually makes me very pleased to know he has found someone who makes him so happy even if it's no longer my sister, my lady." You gave Alicent a reassuring smile. You turned around and leaned close to Aemond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. You leaned on his chest and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Alicent smiles as she watches you affectionately kiss her son’s cheek. “You care for each other very much, don’t you?” There’s a tinge of sadness in her voice, knowing that her children are growing up and finding love elsewhere. But at least you both seem happy, Alicent thinks. That in itself is a win for Alicent as a mother even if you were related. “I’m pleased to know he has someone as… compassionate… as you to care for him,” Alicent says to you.

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Spiderwebs #18: Sickness

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content: captivity, immortal whumpee, nightmare

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Choking him up, the sense that things were moving too quickly. Quicksand through his throat. It held him down, made him feel, let that cold pressure rot in his insides. A body full of maggots—a body that had already died. But he could still feel it, feel it scraping him through. It hurt. The hands that held him down, held him so tight, held him so close—

Jackie awoke with a start. He felt as one does after nearly falling—a sense of barbed-wire terror over the more logical sense of relief. 

A dream. A nightmare, really. The difference between a nightmare and a bad dream, someone had once told him, was that nightmares shook you awake. Thank the Lord for that. He was awake. It was over. He was safe in his bed—well, not safe, and not in his bed, but he was okay.

He didn’t feel okay. That encroaching sickness rolled over in his chest, in the dryness of his mouth. Sickness was the only word for it. A concept he had never known, but the only concept he could ascribe. A malady of the heart. A cancer of the soul. Diseased flesh and rotting skin, all the lingering aches of decay. 

His head was still on the pillow, his body still under the blanket. Somehow, he was still cold. The dark of night offered no sympathy. He was utterly exhausted, limbs aching like he'd run a great distance. The side of his neck sprung up with a new, sore pain, where his posture had put all the stress. Even alive, his body began to break down, began to tear apart at the seams. 

Sometimes, it seemed like Jackie had already passed on. His body had broken down long ago. In that childhood home, now so far away. Or it had died deep in his sleep, while his dreams waded through the lonely dark. Or in that moment when Heather spoke to him, spinning some story about a broken car and a distant town, when her scalpel made the first incision. He had left something behind. These empty days, so vacant and endless, were nothing but the motions of a dying shudder. He wasn’t really there. He wasn’t living through this. He was just an anchored soul, nothing more than a ghost.

What an idea. A dead man walking. Jackie sat upright. He ran his hand over his face. The nightmares weren’t so bad, but the recoil when he woke was unbearable. His mind was hell-bent on stirring up old aches. Some things were better forgotten, however. Some feelings were meant to be buried underground and left to rot. And this lingering sickness, this sense of decay, Jackie wanted it gone most of all. God, he never wanted to touch another person again. He wanted to wash the memory off. Scrape it off, if he had to. Scrape his skin off until the sensation went away.

He needed a distraction. He could draw. The notebook was still sprawled beside the bed. Heather hadn’t followed up on her threat to take it away. But the day’s events had ruined that small happiness for him. He never wanted to see that wretched wad of paper ever again.  

He had already finished reading Oliver Twist. It was exactly as boring as Jackie had assumed. British peasant boys did not lead very exciting lives, in his opinion, not even ones as nasally and saccharine as mister Twist. Maybe he would have liked it more if he had read it out of choice, and not just because it was the only book Heather allowed him. It was boredom out of principle rather than personal taste.

That was the extent of his possible occupations. The only two activities he was allowed. But he was going to lose it—it, that undefinable variable that kept everyone glued up like a kindergartener’s art project—if he sat still any longer. 

“Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall.” He staggered along the melody under his breath. “Ninety-nine bottles—“

“What are you doing?”

The effect was as startling as being struck by lightning. Jackie nearly fell over.

“Heather?” He backed up against the corner between the headboard and the wall. “You’re still here?”

What he had assumed to be another shadow in the dark basement moved, betraying its true nature as Heather’s obscured silhouette. She sat on the chair, an arm still around the back as if she’d been sleeping against it. Her eyes seemed to gleam like a panther’s, electric and cold despite the static of fatigue over her voice. 

“Do you want me to leave?” Again, despite that weary sound, he could tell that she was furious. “I can leave. Right now.”

“Yes, leave!” He clutched his pillow to his chest. “I’m trying to sleep!”

“Try harder, then.” 

She watched him for a few more seconds. Jackie wondered if she’d pounce like a panther, too—tear out his throat in the dead of night. Devour his steaming guts right there and then, rip him open on the bed and eat him alive.

That didn’t happen. Instead, she sat up.

“Fine.” Without being prompted, Heather left up the stairs. The door slammed shut behind her.

The purpose of her midnight presence did not make itself known to Jackie. It was spite and nothing more. Regardless, it had given him a hell of a shock. He could not fall asleep now.

He did not want to be awake. His dreams were awful, but the waking moment reminded him that the danger had not passed. It reminded him of every terrible confrontation, every little wound inflicted on his soul. His memories floated up on the shore like drowned and bloated bodies. Their details would fade, as every memory eventually did, but the marks of them would not.

He did not like being paralyzed. Not one bit. It was hell, not being able to fight back. But Jackie would have enjoyed it much more if Heather didn’t love exposing every shred of privacy he had left. It was an indignity to not be allowed secrets. 

He was uncomfortable with how much she’d seen of him. Not only his physical body, not only the outer skin and bloody insides, but also quite a bit of his psyche. She’d seen him cry, seen him laugh, seen him shake. He knew very little of her in comparison. She was not married. She lived alone. She was a biochemist. She did not like Nirvana. But how much did she know about him?

How much did she want to know? What was next? Would she ask him to divulge every inch of his self? After all, Heather dealt all the cards here. She was the one pulling the strings, twisting the track. She probably thought she had the right to his entire being. Body, mind, and soul. The whole works. 

Jackie was still clutching the pillow. The presence of it was comforting. He did feel a little ridiculous, like a kid with a stuffed toy, but he preferred to feel ridiculous than on the verge of tears. 

What was next? What came after?

It was simple, really. He would continue living. Live, despite that humiliating experience. Oh God, that was horrible. Could he find the composure to tell anyone about this, once he was rescued? No. Better to keep it curt. He was held captive. That was all. He didn’t owe anybody the details. 

He couldn’t disclose his immortality, either. If there was one freak who wanted to use him as a perpetual crash-test dummy, there’d be another. And not everyone was as hesitant as Heather. Not everyone would give him food, or a bed, or drugs for the pain. And she wasn’t always cruel. He saw the shadow of another human being behind those cold, empty eyes. And yesterday hadn’t been so bad…

Jackie shook the thought off. He refused to feel any sort of tender connection. That was what every victim was supposed to avoid. Having sympathy. Starting to feel the warmth of a kindness that didn’t fucking exist. Oh, she’d been scared off by a few tears, big deal. But all carnivores got over their fear eventually, one way or another. A predator could learn from their mistakes, and he’d be a wounded gazelle just the same. 

But he would live. This wounded gazelle had all the time in the world. And he had lived with difficult people before. It was mainly a matter of knowing when and what. When to push forward, when to pull back, when to find compromises and when to double down. He’d carve his own space into the heart of this house. His own corner in the fighting cage—it was better than having no place at all, right? And life would go on, whether he liked it or not.

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Yuri Boyka

i decided to write this because i love boyka and it’s hard for me and i know others to find stories about him so here ya go.

yuri boyka x fem!reader

warnings: dominant!boyka x submissive!reader. unprotected sex!! don’t do this folks. fem genitalia, afab!reader virgin!reader, assault, boyka doing what he does..(fighting) somewhat gorey. 18+ only please, minors do not interact. p in v. , fem receiving. passionate but rough sex. cursing. zourab isn’t a huge dick. lazily proof read. maybe more lmk.

summary: boyka unleashes the beast that has been holding back ever since he met you. not wanting to scare you off at how manly and scary he can really be. fighting for you in a way no one has ever..one thing leads to another and he’s between your legs..

you met boyka almost four months ago and he’s the sweetest most generous guy you’ve ever met - or so you thought.

he would do anything for you, going downtown to shop with you. buying you pretty much whatever you’d like. as long as he had the money. which he did, to your knowledge you didn’t know how he made his money.

he leaves for hours before coming to your house to spend some alone time with you.

he’s always sweaty when he comes back maybe a little cut on his eyebrow or a bruise on his cheek but nothing too serious. he’d knock on your door as you looked out the window getting so excited that your boyfriend was here. you quickly unlocked both locks and pulled the door open with the most cutest grin on your face.

boyka pulling you in his arms as he picks you up and shuts the door with his foot, swinging you around with a chuckle. hugging you so unbearably tight, like a big bear hug. “i missed you..” you’d whisper in his ear which always pulled a groan from him.

you haven’t gone very far with your boyfriend, too afraid he won’t like what your body has to offer. which is complete nonsense since your body is a goddess. he would bow down to his knees and worship your body before he ever says one hurtful thing to your gorgeous self.

once you pull back to analyze his face your smile drops. he starts to worry as his eyebrows pinch together in concern. have you finally realized who he was and what he does? how he harms people and sometimes even kills them for a living? he believes it’s a gift from God but still he doesn’t want to lose you already. he puts you down as your hand slowly reaches up to his cheekbone. making sure to not touch the cut that has started to bruise around it. his eyes close at the touch of your hand.

“what happened?” your voice laced with worry as it shakes. “nothing angel” he lied and for your naive little brain he thought you would buy it as you usually do. but this time you cross your arms under your chest. unknowingly pushing your breasts up in your low cut dress. he looks down at you with a soft gaze. “don’t lie to me!”

you pinch your eyebrows together in anger. he lets out a little chuckle before quickly clearing his throat to become more serious. you just looked so adorable getting angry at him. “it’s nothing, i just got into a little fight out on the streets. nothing to worry about my love”

you didn’t buy it one bit as you sighed and grabbed his big hands in your small one. you guided him to your bathroom. there was a little first aid kit under the sink.

you sat him down on the closed lidded toilet and went ahead pulling out a cotton pad, alcohol and a tiny bandaid. “i’m fine my dear i promise” she ignored his protest to her patching him up as she poured some alcohol on the pad and pressing it to his cut. not a single wince left his lips, he didn’t bat an eye nor did he close them. he was unfazed by the little cut which made your heart race at how strong he was. even though it was a baby cut compared to him.

he was wearing some thick denim jeans with a tight black tee and dark grey leather jacket. everything fit him so well, he pulled you into his lap. your legs draped over his thighs as he held you in his arms.

“i said im fine, don’t worry about me.” you rolled your eyes as you pulled his face towards yours. thinking you were gonna kiss him his eyes close and he leans in only for you to place the bandaid on his cut harshly and get up putting things away. he doesn’t wanna lose his shit because he knows you’re just worried about him but you ignoring his words and affection is starting to get him aggravated. he wants to hold you and smother you in kisses but you’re already walking out the bathroom shutting the light off with him still in there contemplating his thoughts. he stands up and storms out to find you. you were already getting dressed in your bedroom.

putting on a form fitting glittery black dress, hugging your curves. it wasn’t like a rhinestoned dress, more like little sparkles littered all over. it didn’t have straps either and stopped mid thigh. you bend down to find heels and a shawl, if he wasn’t gonna let you worry about his safety then he’s not gonna be able to worry about yours.

you sat down on your bed sliding on your heels and grabbing a hand bag. it was getting dark outside so your dress would look amazing in certain lighting, accentuating your deep curves and perky breasts. he stomped his way into the room like a toddler at least you thought.

“where do you think you’re going?” his accent thick, causing chills to shoot up your back and tingle through your nipples.

“out.” was all you said as you pulled out your cell and called up a few friends of yours.

“hey girlie! i’m going out with a couple girls would you like to join?” your voice changing as you perk up from her answer. “okay we haven’t decided where we wanna go so let’s meet up at lilys place?” your smile widening as you hung up after saying bye.

“i’m coming with you.” he says sitting down on the bed watching your body as you checked yourself out in the mirror, turning around to look at him with a pout.

“it’s a girls night out, you can go out with your friends.” you said grabbing your keys and walking out the room, him hot on your heels. truth be told, he didn’t have many friends. other than his manager who set up his fights and whatnot but he didn’t really like him.

he grabbed you by the back of your neck and turned you around to face him just as you reached the door. “i don’t want you to go out without me. there are fucking perverts out there.” his voice was soft, calm. “i can handle myself and i’ll be out with my girls. i’m okay i promise”

he kissed your lips preciously before letting you go. ‘i’ll be following close behind, believe me darling i know you’ll be okay.’ he thought to himself as he smiled and let you walk out the door.

he waited at least five minutes before jumping up from the couch and slammed the door to go and find you.

you were already at lilys, she was more into brutal things than you were so when everyone got there she made sure to let you all know that she wanted to go and see a fight. you groaned as you slumped in the chair you were sitting in. “c’mon guyss i really wanna go see one with you guys!” you all live in russia but you aren’t russian, you may speak of the language a little enough to get you in or out of trouble. so wherever the fight took place wasn’t too far.

you all contemplated her plead before finally agreeing to go. she jumped up and grabbed her purse. there were five of you, lily, ashley, spencer, and kaitlyn. “let’s take a shot first!” lily insisted as she grabbed five shot glasses and poured some hard vodka in them. “tonight is gonna be fun” you all giggled as you cheered and tossed your shots back. the alcohol sliding down your throat with a pleasant burn.

“okay now let’s go!” you all took spencer’s car since it was the biggest and fit all five of you.

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boyka got a call from his manager and he answered it with a groan. “boyka! my man, we have another fight!” boyka pulled the phone away from his ear in annoyance before returning it. “not now kiril i’m busy.”

“you might wanna take this offer boyka! it can lead you to the big games, fighting with heavyweight pro champions!” kiril insisted in this fight and when he felt boyka was gonna say no he blurted out- “300,000 dollars boyka! that’s a lot of money.” boykas eyes damn near popped out their sockets at the amount of money.

“fuck! fine where and what time?” he stepped his foot on the gas when the light turned green. “right fucking now boyka! in this small town called drovny, the guy wants you to fight his best champion along with three other fighters.”

“send me the place and i’ll be there”

now boyka didn’t forget about you in fact you’re the reason he’s gonna do this fight, he wants to spoil you with whatever you want. he wants to be able to come over and see you in whatever he bought for you.

he’ll just have to look for you after all of this.

he made it looking around to spectate the place before grabbing his duffle bag and walking up to his manager. “boyka! you made it” he shook his hand as they walked up to the entrance. two security guards stepped in their way of the door. “names?” he asked trying to assert dominance which only made him look like a fool.

“this is my fighter yuri boyka, here to fight for zourab!” boyka was starting to get irritated, his manager is always hyper and excited. “come on in” they both stepped out the way letting boyka and kiril in. kiril immediately guiding boyka to zourabs spot up top as he watched all the fights and ladies walking around serving drinks.

he wandered up the stairs until they reached the room that overlooked the whole club. boyka stood there while kiril walked up to zourab. “zourab! nice to meet you this is my fighter yuri boyka!” zourab turned his head eyeing boyka up and down. he smiled before standing up to greet them, shaking their hands as he told boyka to come and sit. boyka following pursuit and sitting with his duffle bag in hand watching over as a guy round houses another knocking him to the floor. blood oozing out his mouth with a broken jaw. he looked up at zourab to see when he’ll be fighting.

zourab stood beside his sofa chair and put a hand on his shoulder. smiling as he looked out the window admiring his own fighting industry. “this boyka, this is where you can begin a new life. where you can get all the hot woman and go to the pros.” boyka just stared out with a dark gaze. “four fights for 300,000 dollars while going to the pros is all you could have if you say yes..” everyone stared at boyka. waiting for his answer. he just turned to look at zourab and nodded his head. “not a man of many words i see” kiril laughed trying to excuse boykas behavior and rude manners.

“i am” is all boyka said before standing up and staring at zourab and waited for him to go to the locker rooms.

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you and your girls walked in freely as the guard winked at you. you ignored him and walked into the club looking around at all the woman in pretty dresses and men trying to holler at them. you and your gals walked over to a table and sat down on tall stools. a man came over to your friend spencer along with his four other guys. “hey pretty ladies, mind if we buy you all drinks?” not one of you rejected just wanting free drinks then dissing them.

a man stood next to you trying to make conversation, you smiled up at him to be polite though you weren’t interested in him. to busy thinking about your beloved boyfriend who is most likely at home watching a movie waiting for you to come home. but little did you know he was in the locker rooms waiting for his name to be called. “hey darlin’ what’s a girl like you doing at a place like this?” he licked his lips analyzing yours and leaning off of the table to peak down your dress.

you caught him and felt highly uncomfortable, you looked down at your toes that were painted white, peaking out of your black heels. “uhm my friend over here wanted to see what this place was all about” you said looking back up at him.

he thought you were the most adorable and sexiest woman he’s ever seen. “my names angelo” he looked down at you, awaiting your response. maybe even for you to tell him your name. but you just looked back up to your friends. he decided to shake it off and whistle over a worker, she strode over in her risqué outfit. he even eyed her up and down, this man was a perverted horn-dog. “can i get this beautiful woman a bourbon on the rocks” he says as he maintains eye contact with you. “yes sir” his eyes flash to hers before looking back at you. you just look to your friends for help, they sit back and laugh. “sorry this isn’t right, i have a boyfriend” you say as you show him the necklace with the letter ‘B’ drenched in gold on it. he just stared down at it before smirking. “i’ve always had a thing for taken women”

“well i don’t have a thing for cheating so back up please” you turn away from him as your friends stare at him along with his friends. they laughed in his face before getting quiet when he just stared at you.

he stayed there, not talking to you but staring. he never left. you felt uncomfortable under his deep stare as you did your best to not make eye contact. if only boyka was here you closed your eyes wishing he was sitting next to you, hand around your waist as he held you securely.

next thing you know the man with a microphone starts talking as the round ends. “on the left side of the ring we have tony azerial, coming with 5’7 189 pounds and very skilled. on the right side we have a new fighter, 5’10, 202 pounds..yuri boyka!” his name was shouted which made your head snap up to the look for your boyfriend. your friends jaws dropped knowing he was your boyfriend. the whole crowd booed since they didn’t know how skillful he was. but they’ll soon learn.

you perked up, standing to your heeled feet and walking a little closer towards the ring with the crowd. he walked out not having seen you yet, his muscles were huge, your mouth was watering. wearing only black shorts with two white stripes going down the sides of them. he stepped into the ring, placing in his mouth piece and shaking his head to loosen up his neck muscles. he stood in his corner and waited for them to begin.

your mouth was almost down to the floor, it’s been five months you two were together and he hasn’t told you he is an underground fighter. you felt sort of betrayed. ‘so this is the reason he always came over sore and bruised?’ everything fell into place. your heart was beating rapidly, what’s gonna happen? is he gonna lose? will he win? you were thinking the worst.

the bell rang and they both came out their corners. your friends gathering beside you. “i didn’t know he was a fighter” kaitlyn blurted out dumbfounded. “yeah me either” you mumbled under your mouth in awe as he dodged the man’s hits, the guy did a round house kick only for boyka to grab his foot and twisting it around the man’s back. the man returned the favor by grabbing boykas arm and dropping him to the floor. they both scrambled to their feet, boyka running and jumping on the post before performing a spinning back heel kick. you bit your lip in anticipation your fingers fiddling with each other.

his opponents neck snapped as he fell to the floor completely unconscious. you were horrified, how can people do this for money?! what if that was your boyfriend who just got knocked out with his neck snapped?! albeit he did look pretty sexy, sweating like crazy with all that chest hair.

“boyka!” your voice yelled out. his head whipped from side to side to find that gorgeous face of yours. eyes bulging out seeing you and only you. everyone else disappearing.

he was barely bloody but there were cuts bleeding on his face. the guy grabbed boykas arm and cheered him on. everyone shouting “boyka! boyka! boyka!!”repeatedly.

he exited the ring and rushed over to you. pulling you into his arms. “you didn’t tell me you fought?” your voice reeked of betrayal. he kissed your lips, it was soft..it was nice and gentle. you wanted to be wrapped in his arms forever to savior the feeling of his body against yours. his lips showing you the most affection anyone has ever shown.

“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to think of me as a monster..” your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer if that was even possible from the way your bodies were so close together you could almost feel the sweat seep into your dress and touch you. “i would never, you’re everything to me baby” everyone is still cheering on boyka as you were engulfed into him. “i’m doing this for us sweetheart, i want to be able to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” his voice deep and heavy, he was regaining his breath as he pulled away slightly to look you in the eyes. taking your chin between his fingers.

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted, i don’t need anything else from you. just you.” he grinned of pure joy. he wanted to take you home right now and show you how much he wants to spoil you. show you how manly and dominant he is. he growled in your ear, “when i’m done, i’m going to take you home..and fuck you” his accent sending electricity straight to your cunt.

you whined at his words and he grinned like a mad man, showing his pearly whites. “please” you felt like fire in his arms, you felt like melting right through him. “don’t worry, boykas gonna take very good care of his woman”.

your legs tightened together out of pure arousal you wanted him to take you right here right now, rip your clothes off and fuck you. but you feel embarrassed to say that you’re a virgin. you feel your slick gush onto your panties. he kissed your lips one last time before walking off into the locker rooms again.

“girl! you are so lucky..i need me a man like that” you laughed it off even though you could tell ashley was always a tinge bit jealous of you and boyka. you guys both went back to the tables and sat down sipping on your drinks as they started up a conversation. you weren’t paying attention too busy thinking about what boyka could do to your body. you wondered if he would take you gently and slow and passionate or if he’d fuck you into the mattress and having you scream his name till the sun came up. you’ve never had sex but you’ve read a couple things here and there. you were still inexperienced though.

two fights later and boyka was about to fight in his last match. he won all three so far, he looked so appetizing soaring through these men like they were fields of tall grass. the way he moved was so hot it made your mouth fill with saliva causing you to salivate and swallow every second.

the man still hovered over your form. he just wouldn’t leave you alone. he would still try to make conversation but you ignored him and stared at your incredibly handsome boyfriend in the ring waiting for the bell to ding. “dude leave her alone for christ’s sake!” lily yelled at him once he got even closer to your standing form. boyka turned his head to look at you, smiling with a small blush on your cheeks. he noticed the man insanely close to you. too close for comfort. boyka started to feel jealous he felt he needed to protect you from that dirty looking man. his dominance kicked in as he stared daggers into the man beside you. the bell rang and his opponent made a fast move jabbing him in the ribs. a cheap move. you let out a gasp and stood up tall, your lip quivering.

his opponent making fast punches to his ribs, boyka groaned as he grabbed the guys arm and flipped him on his back. getting on top of him he took his anger out on the poor man. his punches tearing into the man’s face, beating him to the bloody pulp. “boyka stop!!” you shouted out to him. angelo grabbing your arms when you tried to move closer to the ring. “forget that fucker, come with me baby” he had a tight grip on your arm causing a bruise to form. you tried to yank your arm away. lily and kaitlyn grabbed him and started yanking on his suit to pull him away from you but it was no use, he was to strong for the both of them.

finally the bell rang several times, boyka looking over to see the man assaulting you. he jumped out the ring and stomped over to you. grabbing the man by his throat and slamming him to the ground. both hands choking him.

“boyka no!” you yelped out as you grabbed onto his arm to pull him off the man. now you can’t say him beating a man up for you isn’t causing your legs to tremble purely from excitement. yes you were a little scared but boyka himself was making you so wet. you could feel your wetness drip through your panties.

“boyka please..” you begged.

finally two bodyguards ripped boyka off angelo and held him back. people cheered him on still but others surrounding the man unconscious on the floor. trying to get him to wake up. but he didn’t.. zourab clapped his hands walking up to boyka. “good job boyka! you did very good” his accent also thick. you stood next to boyka who snatched his body away from the bodyguards to hold you in his embrace.

his arms holding you tightly, your hands clutching his back. he whispered to you “are you okay?”fuming, out of breath. you nodded your head in his neck. he looked up at zourab. you still in his embrace, zourab held a bag out in front of boyka, he slowly took the bag as the adrenaline wore off and he started to feel the pain shoot through his legs and sides.

he groaned as he clutched his side, you pulled back to look around you. your friends staring in complete shock. boyka kept you by his side as he went to the locker rooms and got his duffle bag, he quickly changed before walking back out to speak with zourab. everyone surrounding boyka and you. “well done, come back in a week and we’ll set you up a meeting with the pros, we’ll talk business then” he shook hands with zourab and walked out with you still in his warm arms. your friends waved bye to you before exiting the club and getting in the car.

‘i’ll just get my car at lily’s tomorrow’ you thought to yourself, boyka guided you to his car and opened the door for you. buckling you in before shutting your door and walking you over to his side of the car.

the words came back to you, his words.

he got in and started the engine, he looked at you, your hands picking at each other and fiddling with the hem of your dress. you stared down into your lap. clenching your legs together. he took notice and ran his hand up your thigh, kneading the soft doughiness. you blushed and looked up at him with your doe eyes. “keep looking at me with those eyes and i won’t wait till we get home” he grunted as he pulled out the driveway and down the street.

he started speeding so you gripped your seat with one hand and your other grabbed his hand that rested on your inner thigh. he made it home as fast as he could, slamming his door and rushing over to yours, grabbing you out the car. he threw you over his shoulder as you let out a yelp and gripped his muscle shirt.

you two got inside, not even bothering locking the door just slamming it shut and dropping his things on the floor and jogging up the steps, your ass bouncing with every step. his hand landed harshly on your ass and gripped it. whimpering he opened your bedroom door and laid you down on your back. “boyka..please” he ripped your dress off and scooted you more onto the bed so your head landed softly on the pillows. “i know angel” you were only wearing panties that were soaked with your juices. he almost let out a moan just at the sight of you. he’s never really seen you sprawled out like this for him. he tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. his briefs containing his massive cock. you could see it throbbing and twitching in its confinement.

he could see the sheer terror on your face when you saw his huge hard and aching cock in his briefs. he kneeled between your legs to kiss up your neck. letting half his weight dip onto you. his cock was so painfully hard as it glided against your sopping pussy.

“fuck i’ve waited so long to touch this pussy of yours” his words shooting straight to your core. “boyka, stop it..your dirty words” you moaned out as he sucks on your perky pebbled nipples. he grinned as he popped a nipple out and showing love to your other breast.

“it’s okay baby, i’ve got you” he rubs his hands up and down your sides to sooth you. he then glides down your body and travels to that dripping cunt of yours. tearing off your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. “so wet, is all this for me?” you nod your head and looked away out of embarrassment. his hand quickly coming up to grab your jaw and make you stare into his deep dark eyes.

“look at me.” his demand was so attractive to you. you couldn’t help but whine. “yeah keep your eyes on me, don’t look away” he maintained eye contact while filling his head between your legs and spreading them wide. hot breath hovering over your heat causing you to lean up on your elbows to watch closely. his tongue flattened on your clit and moved it side to side to make your juice ooze out that pretty little hole of yours.

“boyka oh my-“ his tongue stuck itself right into your entrance swirling around and lapping up the liquids that dripped everywhere especially in his beard. your moans flowed out your mouth so angelically that it had him grunting in your cunt and grinding his hips into the bed for some bit of friction. he stuck one finger in your pussy and slowly curled it trying to find that one spot. when you arched your back he knew he had found it, grinning to himself as he continued to curl on that spot before adding a second finger and sucking on your swollen nub.

“yes there- there please more!”

your pleas filled the room echoing around the walls. he’s pretty sure the neighbors can hear you. ‘fuck i need to be inside of her, but i must wait. her pussy isn’t ready for my cock’

he thought to himself, he could feel you clenching and unclenching around his thick and long fingers. “c’mon baby cum for me.” that’s all you needed to hear before your hands gripped the sheets and you creamed all over his fingers. he rode out your high making sure it lasts as long as it can before giving your clit one last kiss and pulling out his fingers. you lay down on your back trying to catch your breath.

“that’s a good girl, cumin’ all over my fingers, tasting so good” he praised you, wanting to stick his heavy thick dick right into that tight pussy of yours. he’s having a hard time containing himself for you. “you ready for me?” you nodded your head slowly and gulping down your nervousness.

he pulled his cock out of his briefs and pulled them down. running his tip through your folds making sure to get him nice and wet so he’ll glide with ease. her little moans were driving him crazy and he couldn’t take it any longer. slowly pressing his tip in only for you to yelp and pull your hips back. “i’m sorry..i’m trying my hardest here” he said sincerely as he leaned down to kiss your lips, you gripped his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“i know i’m sorry, it hurts. i’ve never done this before..” his eyes bulged out of his sockets once again. he had no idea, i mean sure you seemed somewhat clueless when it came to sexual things but he didn’t think you were a virgin, just inexperienced. “why didn’t you tell me?” he pulled back reconsidering everything right now. “i didn’t want you to leave me for being inexperienced..” you looked away with your eyebrows pinched together embarrassed.

“i love that about you..i can be your first.” he mumbled more to himself but you heard him anyway. causing a little smile to spread across your face.

‘this is even better, i can claim this virgin pussy all to myself!’

“boyka..” your hands wrapped around his neck as you stared into his eyes. “i want you to fuck me.” his breath hitched as it was caught in his throat. he closed his eyes when he felt a deep energy course through his cock. “are you sure my dear?” he opened his eyes to make sure you were certain.

“yes” he kissed your lips hungrily and your tongues mashed together swirling around as he explored your mouth. kissing down your neck and to your chest making his way down to your clit before sitting back on his calves and rubbing his tip back into your folds.

he alighted himself before hovering over you so you can hold onto him with all of your strength. he slowly pushed in but just the tip, you tried to hold yourself as still for him but you failed and squirmed beneath him. he decided to lay his weight onto you so you didn’t try and get away from him.

“i got you, it’s okay i’ll go as slow as you want” you nodded into the crook of his neck and whined. he went deeper and you feel as though he’s hit the back of your cunt but just when you think it’s over he entered another two inches. “no! too big!” she clawed down his back.

“ i know i know” he soothed you. whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

suddenly the pain turned into pleasure and you started to move your hips for him, he groaned knowing you want more, his thrusts getting slightly faster. “more more!” you chanted and he granted your wish. slamming his hips into yours and kissing down your neck leaving little love bites. he let a moan slip when you clenched around him. you gasped loving the sound he made for you.

“boy-ka again” you moaned to him, he didn’t know what you were talking about so he just pounded harder and deeper. your cunt clenching him so tightly it feels like a snake that has a vice grip on him. he let another moan slip and when he did he felt your pussy get even wetter.

so that’s what you wanted..

he couldn’t lie, he didn’t like the whole moaning for your woman but for you? anything. his grunts turned to little moans and he leaned back to watch you. pounding so hard your tits bounced and your back arched. “yes baby, who’s being a good girl for me?” he moans again.

his hands gripped your breasts as he fucked you raw, you gripped his wrists then letting your hands grasp onto his as they squeezed and kneaded your doughy silky tits. “i’m gonna..” you trailed off as your head fell back and your stomach felt like it was about to snap. your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you babbled nonsense, drool coming out the corner of your mouth. he quickly leaned down and licked it before returning to his old position.

his hands went down your stomach and grabbed onto the meaty part of your hips. your hands pressing onto his abs, taking in every detail of his body as if he was gonna up and vanish. they then grabbed his neck and pulled him towards you.

he needed to smother you, you needed his full body weight resting on top of you.

he felt your walls clench again and you both became louder. he was gonna cum soon but he wanted you to cum first. quickly rubbing your highly sensitive nub you felt the knot in your stomach snap. you let out a pornographic scream and gushed all over his fat cock.

“my good girl, cumin’ all over my thick cock” he snapped his hips faster, he felt himself ready to cum but he wasn’t sure where.

“where do you want it baby? huh? tell me.”

“in-inside me please” you begged but it didn’t take much convincing for him to empty his creamy load deep inside your gummy walls. he rode out the high and kissed your lips and forehead. smoothing out your crazy hair. you were overstimulated and started writhing beneath him.

“what’s wrong?” he pulled away slightly to look down at your flushed and sweaty face. “too much” was all you said before wrapped your arms back around his body,

he made sure to pull out slowly and rest himself between your thighs again.

“how you feeling pretty girl?” you nodded too stunned to speak. he looked down at your gorgeous cunt, oozing his cum and yours with a mixture of a little blood. he smirked as he knew he was the first and last man to ever fuck this virgin pussy. “a-ama-“ he softly shushed you before getting up to get clean clothes and wet wipes.

he wiped himself down before wiping you down extra careful to not over stimulate you further more. he pulled on sweatpants and put your fresh panties on you with his shirt sliding over your body.

“come here, go to sleep darling we’ll shower in the morning” he pulled you into his arms and you felt his muscles ripple against you. “goodnight boyka” is all you said before planting a kiss on his neck and dozing off shortly.

[countlessrealities]

Send “Talk about” and a name for my muse to talk about that person || Accepting !

@mcltiples sent: “Talk about-” Vampire Rick ! { To Mercenary Rick !! }

Jesus fucking Christ.

The question makes Rick want to pinch the bridge of his nose. Is he seriously been asked that? When he's still struggling to wrap his head around the idea that bunch of versions of him have decided to put a fence around a portion of the multiverse, so they could play god?

Yeah, how about no? It's way too early for him to have a proper opinion about...anything of the universe he has ended up in. Not to mention that his host is a goddamn vampire, which is something to add to the equation in that particular case. The only good thing about it all is that his alternate feels like an outcast when faced with their other selves. That's perhaps the only common ground the truly have.

There's also the matter of his past, of how he has stubbornly kept his distances from other sentient being after Diane's death. The mere thought of creating a bond with someone just to end up losing them too...It's unbearable. Living in solitude till the end of his days has always looked much simpler.

But does he still apply now that the circumstances are forcing him to share his life with someone else? Someone who confuses the shit out of him, and not in a good way.

"S-Shit, I...I don't know what to say? I-I don't even know if I like him," he eventually answers, but the shrug that follows the words is a little too stiff to be natural. "I-I mean, don't get me wrong, I-I'm grateful that he took me in and all, e-especially since I have no way to go back, b-but...I'm still confused as fuck. A-About how this...Curve thing works, a-about all these other versions of me, a-about the guy himself too. D-Damn, I don't know if it comes with being a vampire an-and I don't mean to be...racist or whatever, b-but he's really fuckin' weird."

Does that sound mean? Perhaps. His alternate hasn't just saved him for being stuck in an artificial pocket dimension, surrounded by the dead bodies of other versions of them, but he has also given him a place to stay and plenty of patient explanations.

However, Rick has always valued his privacy. Not overly excessively, but enough not to want to wake up with someone crouched at the foot of his bed, just staring holes into his souls. Just as he doesn't like walking in the kitchen to make coffee and find this guy crouching in the shadow like a naughty cat ready to make a mess the moment you turn your back to them.

"...I-It's not all bad or weird. I-I'll give him that," Rick resumes, after a moment.

There's a hint of nervousness in his body language that wasn't there before. It's subtle, betrayed only by the way his fingers pick at the cloth of his pants. "I...T-The last thirty years have been...pointless for me. I-I was just doing stuff while waiting around to die. R-Rick...he kind of changed that. H-He opened up new horizons for me, new...possibilities. S-Sort of forced me to see that there's more, i-if I actively choose it."

It's a complicated path, moving on from guilt and grief. Especially when you have alienated even the people you once called your chosen family. Finding, all of a sudden, with someone who has such a kin interest in you, enough to welcome you in their home and life....It feels unsettling. And he isn't sure he likes the feeling of being wanted, in some fashion, after everything he has caused.

"...I-I still don't appreciate being look at a-as if I was a fuckin' mouth-watering pastry or whatever. N-Not kidding here. T-There's a reason why I put a goddamn force field around my bed."

[aftersamu]

COME BACK... BE HERE GENRE: little angsty, hurt/comfort, running and arguing in the rain, fluff? PAIRING: kuroo x gn!reader

kuroo knew he has messed up, he knew the second the words left his mouth and the way your eyes turned cold and how you bit the inside of your cheek. all the two of you have done in the last couple weeks was fight, and argue over whatever petty topic or discussion arose. you were so frustrated, tired, and upset with everything.

"if that's how you feel about me, then i suppose i should just go." you say, putting down the fork in your hand and standing up. gathering your things and letting the door slam shut behind you.

you will not cry. you cannot cry. especially not over a guy who does nothing other than speaking before he thinks. he wasn't worth it, and he still isn't worth it.

exiting the building, feeling the rain instantly embrace you in a cold hug. with drops of water falling down your hair, dripping down your face, clothes now damp.

kuroo has said a lot of things in the last few weeks, and god knows, so have you. but not once, have you brought up the fact that he's being completely unbearable at the moment and he's acting like a nag who can't read hints and know when to leave him alone when that's all he wants right now.

it's ridiculous. how that little conversation made you feel so small and weak. how easily he humiliated you. of course you were going to get up and leave.

"wait!" a voice calls out after you, his steps against the wet pavement the sound of water splashing filling the empty streets that have been cleared from the rain. you glance back, seeing him running towards you, causing you to pick up your pace.

kuroo quickly catches up to you, reaching out for your wrist and stopping you in your tracks. "can you stop, for a second!" he pants, his hair now laying flat on his face.

"what do you want?" you ask, pulling your hand away and crossing your arms. "i thought you wanted to be alone? or am i still reading these hints wrong? what? is this entire street still too close to you?"

"no, no," kuroo says, "you know that's not what i meant."

"oh?" you question, eyebrows furrowing, "so then what did you mean?"

"i was just frustrated, i didn't mean to take it out on you-"

"oh really? because you seem to be taking things out on me quite a lot," interrupting him. "who do you think i am? i'm not someone that you can treat like absolute garbage and expect to sit there and take it any longer!"

"i know!" kuroo sighs, frustrated with it all, "and i'm sorry. i'm sorry for what i said, i'm sorry for these past few weeks. i'm sorry that i constantly fuck up our relationship and every good part we could have, and i know – now more than ever – that we're walking on a tight rope and our time together is so, so limited."

"and right now, right now, i don't want it to end just yet." he says, the both of you completely drenched in water as you stand out in the open street. "so please, please, give me one last chance. one more, and i swear to god, i will not fuck it up this time. so please, come back and be here with me."

and for some odd reason, you have an out of body experience. one that's void of all rational thought and reason, like you can't understand why you were mad at him in the first place. as if everything got washed away by the rain and the desperate look laced in eyes.

so you kiss him.

it's unlike everything from before. kuroo's lips are softer than anything before, you're melting, floating, and it feels like you're weightless. it's sweet, passionate, and so effortlessly sparks a kaleidoscope of butterflies to ignite in your body.

his fading cologne hinted of amber and green notes over comes you, his hands tangling themselves in your hair and you're cemented to the ground. your mind is spinning, feeling dizzy in your blood and bones and you're breathing as if you've never tasted the fresh air in all your years of living.

kuroo holds you as if you're the most delicate diamond. he's holding your face and looking at his hands as if he can't believe that he's caught a cat who's always running away. and his hands are shaking, trembling just enough for you to feel it against your skin.

then he pulls you in, to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. holding you tightly like he'll lose you if he lets go.

"i'm not ready to lose you."

[xiao-isms]

Hello I just recently found your Sub Xiao things and oh my god thank you for the food 😍😍 If ur taking requests, Reader with a strap on with a dildo that can vibrate, and Xiao taking it ? 👀 Multiple orgasms would be fun, but anything you write is excellent so I don’t mind where you take this 😳

— dirty.

character. xiao

content warnings. multiple orgasms, semi dirty talk, verbal humiliation, cum eating, a little bit of cross-dressing. note that reader does have a strap-on but i tried to make it as gn as possible !

word count: 1.7k words

voicemail. agshs thank u sm anon! i really liked writing this one so i hope you enjoy <3 ps sorry if the ending is rushed, i recently started uni so ive been superrr busy lately

you slid a hand up xiao’s milky thigh and underneath his blush pink pleated skirt with a mischievous grin on your lips. halting for a moment, you took the opportunity to squeeze that soft, meaty flesh that you loved so dearly, pressing wet kisses and angry red hickies across his skin. once satisfied with your work, you pull away and lift your head to look the mighty yaksha right in his now watery eyes and archons, you doubted even the lord of geo himself would believe you if you told him how pathetic his war-hardened adeptus looked at this very moment, all from a few simple touches. the sight was laughable, really; his hard cock protruded from his pretty little skirt, precum already beginning to stain the garment, accompanied by a face so flushed you swore you could see steam emerging from the top of the other's head. you grabbed the man by his chin and yanked him forward. "you're fucking disgusting." the words came out a bit harsher than intended but xiao, oh xiao, he loved it. he loved it when you made him feel absolutely deplorable; when you broke him until he felt like he couldn't be fixed. he didn't respond, just looked at you with hunger, like he was silently begging you to fuck his brains out.

you could feel a primal need rumbling from deep inside your chest. “does that turn you on?” you asked with a cheeky grin that only seemed to be getting larger by the second. the petite man whimpered in your tight hold, nodding ever so slightly but much too embarrassed to give a direct response. “how naughty of you, xiao. so shy, and yet so, so dirty.” you interlocked your lips with his, sliding your tongue in his small mouth as soon as you got the chance. it was messy and sloppy and it felt like xiao hadn’t kissed anyone a day in his life, saliva running down the sides of his pointed chin while his mouth hung open, completely pliant, but it was so hot. you were the first to pull away which only made the adeptus whine in a desperate, high-pitched voice.

“so needy,” you whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing his sensitive sides. “you want it? you want my cock in you, pretty boy?” he makes a sound of affirmation, one that you can’t quite make out, but one nonetheless. xiao shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows he shouldn’t—he’s a yaksha, a seasoned demon slayer, and yet, whenever he’s with you like this, he just can’t seem to control himself. he thrusted his little hips into thin air with vigor in what seemed to be an attempt to get some kind of friction, something—anything—to soothe his aching, leaking dick. “ah, ah,” you hummed, gripping his waist so tightly you were both positive there would be bruises there the next morning. “the only way you’re going to cum tonight is with my cock plowing into your tiny hole.”

the way his face contorted slightly and his brows furrowed while fresh, blood-hot tears ran down his flushed cheeks only spurred you on further. you spread his legs as far as possible, yanking both his cute panties and tight skirt off, throwing it behind you without care. you haphazardly coated your fingers in saliva before inserting them inside your boy with newfound fervor, eager to fuck him until he couldn’t think straight and was unable to scream anything other than your name. he moaned and cried and whimpered as you pumped your wet digits in and out of his hole. the adeptus whined, he was so close, so close, but he desperately wanted to be good for you-- and there's hardly anything that he wouldn't do to achieve that, even if it meant holding back his own orgasm. you scissored your middle and index finger, adding a third once you were sure xiao was stretched well enough. soon, you were able to thrust your digits in back and forth freely while the other's body continuously spasmed and shook with close to unbearable pleasure.

too impatient to keep waiting to enter the small man, you pulled your fingers out entirely, the act ripping a loud wail from your lover. "wh...w-why'd you stop?" the words were slurred and almost incomprehensible—it sounded something akin to what someone drunken on sex would say, certainly not a powerful immortal such as himself. the question truly makes you wonder if he'd actually been paying attention to your previous statement or if he really was that incoherent already. how cute, you hadn't even started and here he was, a drooling, stupid mess. you didn't respond, instead opting to press your lips against his, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth once again. whether or not he understood you before didn't matter, the night would end the same way: with xiao becoming an inchoate husk of a being, only able to give as much pleasure as he received.

quickly, you fastened the harness onto your waist, clicking the straps in place. the plastic toy connected to the o-ring of the strap-on was useful in more ways than one; you knew the both of you’d love it as soon as you saw it. slowly—or, as slowly as you could, patience thrown to the wind long ago—you slid inside of your boy with ease, his breath hitching in the most adorable ways. you smirked and wrapped your fingers around the small device that activated the dildo. “are you ready?” before the man under you had a chance to answer, you clicked the 'on' button, the sex toy whirling to life. for a second, you thought you could see hearts in xiao’s teary, amber eyes. he looked so, so beautiful like this; spreading his legs and moaning for you like a cheap hooker. nimble fingers landed on his waist once again, allowing your hips to slam against the meat of his thighs. his mouth hung agape in shock at the sudden movement, whimpers and whines spilling from those pretty, swollen lips. "a-ah! mmph, p-please go s—oh!—" the words seemed to have fallen dead on his tongue due to a particularly well aimed thrust, hurling him forward. every little movement felt so good, like he was on cloud nine, and oh god, don't even get him started on the way the pseudo cock vibrated in him, making his head go blank with overwhelming lust. he could feel that familiar heat stirring in his abdomen, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mm, 'm gonna cum, ooh, g-gonna cum, p-please!"

with one more rough, domineering push of your hips, he came over the newly washed bed sheets. you slowly came to a stop and slipped your fingers over the head of his now softening sex, swiping away a hefty amount of your lover's seed and putting it towards his face. "open.” you demanded, inserting your moist digits in his mouth. his red, puffy lips wrapped around them, lazily licking you clean. "good boy," you praised as you pulled your fingers from him. "do you like that? you like eating your own cum like a filthy whore, hm?" he didn’t respond, apparently much too fucked out to even nod. you pulled the man’s cheeks together, leaning down and pressing the tip of your nose to his own.

“i asked you a question.”

his mouth opened slightly at the deep, commanding tone of your voice; he was trying to answer you, he was trying to be good, but his mind was so fuzzy he could hardly breathe. with much struggle, he moves his head up and back down. the action was hardly noticeable with how subtle it was, but you took pity on the poor yaksha, placing a kiss that he felt was almost too gentle considering the current situation. you heard a whimper erupt from xiao and a small, close to inaudible humming sound could be heard within the quiet room.

oh.

you had forgotten about that.

the adeptus trembled underneath your form with overstimulation. he feared he was going to cum again, untouched; he could feel it in the way his dick was beginning to harden again, the way the muscles in his stomach churned and tightened in the most delightful ways, ways that made him feel lightheaded and painfully aroused. you were silent, watching your lover’s face scrunch up with a glint of pure lust clear in your half-lidded eyes. you begin to rock your hips back and forth again, only moving a centimeter an inch this time. xiao couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt inside him, how his slick walls clenched and unclenched around your barely moving cock, making the smallest squelching noises.

it was all so filthy.

with that thought, the warm coil in his lower body burst and he was positive that he was seeing stars from how hard he’d just orgasmed. it was ego-boosting, really, knowing that only you could touch him like this, look at him like this. you hummed, increasing the pace of your thrusts until xiao was crying and incoherent, garbled whines falling from his mouth. “s-sen—o-oh fuck!” tears clouded his vision as you abused his prostate, taking advantage of that sensitive spot inside him. with heavy breaths, you leaned down to look at him directly, the smell of sweat and sex prominent on both of your bodies. “you’re such a good boy, xiao,” you commended between grunts and quiet moans. you brushed his messy hair back so you could see the pleasure on his flushed face, planting kisses on each of his cheeks. he keened at the attention, throwing his arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment.

“you take my cock so well, such a brave boy.” you knew he loved to be showered in praise more than anything, even more than he loved to be pinned down and degraded. he felt as if he’d cum at any second, the way the silicone toy felt inside him was more than exhilarating and your occasionally words only added to that addicing feeling. nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hard and dripping precum, preparing itself for its third orgasm. you finished him off with just a few strokes, his small form twitching with overstimulation. you slowly came to a stop and cupped his red face with your hands.

“what am i ever going to do with you, baby?”

[oh-theseus]

heyyy can i request scenario about armin's gf nervously telling him she's pregnant when they're cuddling and his reaction please🥺

surprise

pairing: armin arlert x female!reader

summary: basically what the ask says !!

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, female reader, anxiety mentions, modern au (let me know if i need to add more <;3)

a/n: so sorry for taking forever to get to this, and that it isn't very long. i've been so busy with work and school, i'm sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this <333

cuddling had never been this stressful.

not once in your entire life had you been cuddling with someone and been so stressed over every movement, word, or even thought that came from you. one wrong move and maybe armin's hand would brush against your stomach and would know exactly what you were thinking over in your mind. you knew armin, you knew he wouldn't be upset with you - but you were both so young and there was so much life meant to be lived, you couldn't help the anxiety that settled into your bones.

but this was armin, he didn't miss the way you tensed your shoulders everytime he moved, didn't miss the way your eyes kept flickering away from the movie you'd picked out, didn't miss the way you seemed so unbearably nervous despite your obvious attempts to hide it.

so while you sat there trying to figure out how you were going to tell him you were literally pregnant, he sat there trying to figure out how he was going to ask you what was wrong.

two horribly concerned people trapped within their own minds.

armin finds his voice first.

"what's wrong?" he asks, simply and gently. he turns away from the movie, shifting away from holding onto you so that he can see your face. your eyebrows are drawn together, and you've pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to find your words.

"i, uh," you trail off, sitting up and moving off of armin fully. you reach for the remote next to him and pause the movie, turning your whole body to face him and sitting criss cross on the couch. armin looks at you for a moment before he straightens his back and does he same, one hand resting on your knee and the other rolling his thin, gold chain necklace in between his fingers. you’d given it to him to celebrate three years together, and he’s worn it every single day since. he fidgets with it when he’s nervous.

“go on. you can tell me anything, i promise. i won’t be upset no matter what,” armin says sincerely, eyes locked on yours despite his desire to let them flicker around the room. you can’t tell, but his heart is pounding in his chest. he can hear it in his ears, feel it in his fingertips. he’s scared. so scared.

you’re scared too. your heart does a similar thing, though ten times louder. you can just barely hear armin’s reassuring promise over the sound of it.

“right – i know. uhm, i don’t think it’s all that bad really, it’s just big and i know we haven’t talked about it, and i understand if you’re upset because of it, but you know i love you and really respect you and you have to know because i already saw a doctor and she confirmed it and i know we’re young, but i really think we could make it work unless y –“

“oh.”

armin’s simple phrase cuts off your nervous rambling, draws your eyes back to his from where they’d been staring at his hand on your knee. he’s still, not moving at all. in his ocean blue eyes you can see him thinking, putting together pieces of a puzzle. a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for a while now.

“oh!” he repeats, louder this time. he stands up, hands flying to his hair, eyes going wide. you’re fairly certain armin knows what you’re trying to tell him, but you open your mouth to say those two simple words that have been eating you alive nonetheless.

“i’m-“

“pregnant! you’re pregnant!” he cuts you off, spinning away from you and walking over to the tv and then walking back, hands dropping from his hair for only a second before returning to their previous spot. “holy shit, oh my god. i was right,” he mumbles to himself, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling. he’s got a bewildered sort of look on his face, but there’s a wide smile playing at his lips.

he’s not mad.

you let out a breath you feel like you’ve been holding onto since those two lines had stared back at you. your shoulders are lighter, and you feel like you’re able to relax for the first time in weeks.

“i had a feeling because you were getting sick, and you also haven’t sent me out for period snacks in a bit, but i didn’t wanna ask in case you weren’t,” armin explains, looking back down at you and grabbing onto your hands, pulling you up to your feet.

“oh, well i wish i’d known that. i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for nearly two weeks now,” you tell him, smile on your face. it won’t go away. he isn’t mad. you can’t stop thinking that. he isn’t yelling at you, he isn’t calling you names or making you leave. he’s smiling – he’s happy.

“i’m sorry you had to worry alone,” armin mutters, pulling you into a hug and holding you against his chest. “you’re right, we’re still young, but if this is what you want to do, then i want to do this with you. we can turn the guest room into a nursery, and i can pick up extra shifts at the library. statistically, it won’t be easy, but we’ll have each other and eren and mikasa and jean and everyone else to help us. we’ll be okay, i promise,” armin adds, head in the crook of your neck. he presses a gentle kiss to the skin there, pulling his face away to look at you.

you can’t help the large smile that spreads on your face. without thinking, your hands cup armin’s cheeks and you pull him down to place a dozen kisses all over his face, laughing when he starts to gently swat you away. laughter fills the room as armin grabs your face and does the same thing to you, stopping only when you start to cry from laughing too hard.

you both just stand in the middle of the living room then, foreheads touching. his hands rest gently on your hips, one moving reluctantly towards your stomach. when he places it down gently, your barely there bump is enough to pull tears from him.

him, a father. you, a mother.

a family of your own.

“sorry, i’m just very happy,” he explains, wiping his tears away quickly. no matter how many times you assured him it was alright to cry in front of you, he still refused to do it.

“i’m happy too, armin.”

he presses a kiss to your lips then, and pulls you back down onto the couch with him. after a few moments of quiet conversation and a handful more kisses, you settle back into each other and allow the movie to run. this time, there is no tension or worry. only love and happiness surrounds the two of you now.

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could i please request a drabble with the "i hate everyone but them" with rafe or barry (or both) or topper, or really any obx character that you think would fit the bill? i am obsessed with your writing, that trope, and outerbanks and think it would be perfect

Thank you so much, baby xoxo

Author's Notes: If you give me option for Rarry, I will pick them every time. This somehow turned into a "Tease Rafe" fest...so...sorry if it got out of hand...I think it came back around. Let me know what you think if you have a moment. If you requested this - I hope you love it xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smutty- ish * (daddy kink, biting/ marking, so much teasing, poly-relationship, dom! barry, tiny bit of jealousy? unprotected sex - please use protection, your choice which!)

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

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If he could have, Barry would have left the Outer Banks years ago. If he had the foresight to what would have been coming his way when he arrived here, he probably would have never hitched a ride and let his roots grow.

He hated it here. At best he tolerated it. The people were stuffy and there was always something going on. Some sort of drama that he wanted no part of. The sense that the other shoe would drop was lurking around every corner, and he hated it. He never knew what to expect.

He was thankful for two people in his life that made the OBX seem less hellish, especially in the suffocating Summer. He couldn't believe he had been so lucky to have two people love him the way they did.

Barry was outside, just tidying up the yard for the first time in a few weeks. The Summer had been so hot. A stifling, almost unbearable heat that no one wanted to do anything outside. It was the first day in a long time that he made his way outside to kick around some of the branches and leaves that had fallen from the tree that shaded over the little hut they called home.

The windows of the small home were open, allowing the soft end of Summer breeze make it's way through the house and refresh the air within. As Barry made his way around the back of the house, near the bedroom they all shared, he halted as he heard a familiar giggle of Her.

"Rafe, don't!" Her laughed echoed over the property and into Barry's chest. He walked closer to the window at the back of the house and took a peak inside. He breathed out a smile as he saw his lovers rolling around on the bed together, as naked as he left them, tangled in sheets.

"I can't bite?" Rafe muttered as his hands disappeared beneath the sheets to pull her thighs up around his hips, his face buried in the crease of her neck.

"You leave big marks, baby." She breathed out as her nails pulled down his back to leave marks of her own.

Barry would never deny that he was usually the jealous type. If he was with someone then that person was hard-pressed to get time by themselves. He had a tendency to be a bit controlling, he knew that. So when the opportunity presented itself for him to be in a "throuple" he was beyond hesitant. He wasn't sure he had the capacity to share that love with two other people. He was afraid he would get jealous when it was just the two of them, and not him. But the deeper he got, the more he realized he loved being wrapped in the arms of two people. Or watching them together.

There was nothing he loved more than watching the two people he loved please each other, scream for each other while they begged for him to join them.

"You let Him bite. Why can't I?" Rafe growled as he pulled his face up from her neck and licked his lips, his weight held on his forearms.

Rafe Cameron, on the other hand, was a jealous son of a bitch who would never admit it. He would never admit that even if it turned him on, he was jealous when it was just Barry and Her rolling around in bed together. It made Rafe jealous that Barry could sink his teeth into her skin, and he couldn't. He was too rough, lost control in the heat of the moment too often.

"You know why, Country Club." Barry stated firmly as he tapped his knuckles firmly on the window frame to get their attention.

"Daddy, come in here with us." Her smile was wide as she turned over in Rafe's arms then crawled towards the open window behind the bed. She trailed her fingertips down the screen of the window as she sat pretty and naked in front of him, her neck covered in his own soft bite marks and a few of Rafe's harsher ones.

"Be there in a second. Don't let him bite you like that. Put him in that choke hold I taught you." Barry grinned sending her a wink, placing his palm flat on the dirty window screen before he walked away. As he brushed his hands on the legs of his coveralls his smile grew as he heard Rafe's yell through the open window.

Don't, baby! Ah - fuck! Why did he teach you this!

Barry made his way into the house once more, his lover's play fighting in the bedroom getting a little louder and a little closer. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink then took his time walking down the hall. He leaned against the door frame of their bedroom and breathed out a laugh when he found them tangled in bed again.

"Woman, what are you doing to him? That's not the move I taught you." Barry laughed, his hands in his pockets as his eyes scanned them on the bed.

She was perched on top of Rafe who laid on his back with his hands behind his back. She straddled the small of his back, sitting on his hands with one of her hands rooted in his hair as the other reached forward, walking across his chest.

"Came up with a new one." She smirked over at him as she gave Rafe's hair a pull, making him groan. Barry breathed out a laugh as he walked over to the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the mattress as he leaned over to be near her lips.

"You know, I think he likes it more than you think he does." Barry mumbled as reached a hand up to push some of her messy hair off her face.

"Dude, get her off me. She's stronger than she looks." Rafe groaned as he struggled under their girl, his neck strained to see what was going on above him.

"C'mon, Country Club. Seen you take down dudes bigger than her. You can do it." Barry taunted as he pushed himself off the bed, and rounded the mattress as he unzipped his coveralls.

"I don't wanna hurt her." Rafe breathed out, his response shaky and he clenched his fists underneath her as he turned his face, pressing his cheek against the sheets.

"You won't hurt me, baby." She cooed as she pulled her nails down his back to make him shudder.

"And if you do hurt her, I'll kill you." Barry grunted as he pulled his tank top over his head, and dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of his coveralls then crawled into bed with his lovers, kneeling beside their girl and Rafe while he squirmed.

Barry inhaled sharply as he saw the raised skin on her backside, the distinct mark of Rafe's teeth marked into her sweet skin. He shook his head as he leaned forward and grabbed the finely sculpted jawline of the boy face down on the bed as he whined.

"Left some nasty marks on our girl there, Baby Boy." Barry stated firmly, his eyebrows knit together as he scanned Rafe's face before he zeroed in on the exaggerated pout he wore.

God, he couldn't handle a bit of teasing. Even from Her, and she was the nice one in their relationship.

"M'sorry." Rafe muttered as he tried to pull his face out of Barry's grip, his feet kicked up behind him to try and knock the girl off of him as gently as he could.

"Be gentle. Got it?" Barry ordered as he removed his grip on Rafe's handsome face, but pointed his index finger menacingly at him.

"Understood." Rafe nodded his breath so heavy with anticipation, frustration, he thought he might pass out.

"C'mere, woman. Let the man catch his breath." Barry smirked as he sat up on his knees and held his hand out of for the woman still perched so pretty on top of Rafe's back. When she took his hands, her body turned towards him, Barry tugged her off of Rafe and into his arms.

"You smell like sweat and dirt." She whispered, her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he placed her in his lap.

"Thought that's what you liked about me. That, and I keep this one in line for us." Barry nodded over her shoulder towards Rafe who was slowly sitting upright, pushing his hands through his hair with a huff.

"I help, too." She replied with a quick look over her shoulder at Rafe before she turned back to Barry and tugged at his hair, pulled back and falling out by the second.

"Got a different technique than me, but yeah." Barry chuckled as he ran his calloused fingertips down her soft spine and watched intensely as her eyes closed, and her hips rocked in his lap.

"But yours is the best." She shivered as she pressed her own fingertips to his jawline, her forehead dropped to his as she bounced in his lap a little.

"Think so?" Barry muttered as he held on to her hips as she rolled them in little circles. He could feel Rafe's eyes on them, the jealousy rising in the younger man and mingling with the frustration.

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered as she wrapped her hand around the necklace that hung low on his chest.

"Baby Boy is a little jealous. You look so pretty bouncin' in my lap, but all he got was his hands behind his back." Barry teased as he pressed one of his hands flat against her back as the other lazily beckoned a sour looking Rafe over to them.

"Not jealous." Rafe grumbled as he propped himself up on the pillows next to Barry, propped against the wall under the window. He let their girl reach her hand out to him, her hand over his heart as she shifted in Barry's lap.

"You are, baby. Don't be. I love you both." She whispered, eyes wide as Barry reached between them to guide her down onto his manhood that had been pressing at her entrance.

She gasped as Barry settled inside of her completely, releasing a throaty groan of his own. She wrapped one arm around Barry's neck to bring his head down to her shoulder as the other hand slowly walked up Rafe's chest to his handsome face, and thumbed at bottom lip.

"Kiss me. Don't pout, or I'll sit on your hands again." She breathed out with a smile as she ran the pad of her thumb over Rafe's bottom lip while she followed the rhythm Barry created for her.

"Had your fun. Gonna put your hands behind your back next." Rafe growled as he bit at the tip of her thumb, then surged forward to kiss her lips. She gasped into his mouth as Barry hit that sweet spot inside of her and Rafe couldn't help but moan, too.

"So pretty. Does it feel good, sweetheart?" Rafe breathed as he reached for her hair and gave a soft tug. He watched as her eyes rolled back, Barry's groan bouncing off the bare walls of the house as she circled her hips a little wider, a little faster.

Days when it was just the three of them together, nothing but their love surrounding them, were seldom these days. It seemed there was always a problem around a corner for them to face, but Rafe knew they could face it together.

"Love you." She whispered as she tugged at the gold chain around his neck to bring him in for a kiss.

"Love you, too. Both of you." Rafe grunted as he pressed his lips to hers over Barry's shoulder.

Barry groaned with his release, pulling her off of his lap to rest her on her back as he leaned into Rafe. As he released a heavy breath he took a few seconds to recover, and take in his surroundings.

He fucking hated the Outer Banks. Big houses with fake people inside them at the centre of the island, while people on the outskirts starved trying to make ends-meet. But the people in his bed? He hated everyone but them. He loved them. He would die for them.

"Alright, woman. Get up. Teach you how to put Baby Boy in that choke hold again." Barry smirked, his bottom lip tucked under his silver tooth as he extended his hand to the girl to pull her up once more.

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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

[cqsuanla]

fury shakes the rafters

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. And that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean. 

(inspired by jennifer’s body)

additional notes: mommy kink, dom/sub, bloodplay(?), dacryphilia, uhh pussy spanking, choking, unhealthy relationship, terrible aftercare

title from a song suggested by an anon: nobody by the crane wives

(ao3)

The light in the stairwell flickers, but it doesn’t make a difference, dim and dirty as it is. It buzzes distantly in your ears. You’re too focused on taking the steps two at a time to notice. You hold your groceries to your chest and fish your keys out of your pocket. If you were strong like Nat, you might just have knocked the door clean of its hinges with the force of your body. Instead, it crashes loudly into your wall, and you nearly fall on your face from the momentum. 

In a bid to gain purchase on your wall, you sweep your coat rack over, and you stumble over it. The clatter makes you wince — you hope she’s in a good mood. It’s hard for her to process stimuli when she’s weak. You scramble onto your hands and knees, shoving scattered boxes and cans into the grocery bag. 

Then, the rhythmic thud-thud of footsteps. You pause, exhaling as your eyes close. 

“Drink?” in a monotone. 

Yikes. You open your eyes, biting your lip. Steel-toed boots. You’ve told Nat a million times that this is a shoes-off apartment. She never listens, and you never argue more. Nat stays; she’s the only one who’ll stay. You can’t drive her away. 

Her right boot rises, scraping against the floor, and you flinch. It just kicks a cereal box away so it can nudge at the shopping bag. The way she says your name, evenly, firmly, has you blinking rapidly, has your hands automatically shooting to the bag, following her prompt. Thank god the bottles are fine. You don’t know what you’d do if they had shattered. 

You wiggle a beer out of the pack, and only then do you dare to make eye contact. 

“Hi,” you murmur. 

She gives you a brief glance, impassive, before snatching the bottle from your hand and returning to her spot on the armchair. “That fucking coat rack.” She flicks the cap off your side table, grungy and scratched up for this very reason. The cap bounces off the wall and disappears under the couch. “Just move it further in. You never listen.” 

You did, weeks ago. You don’t say so. 

The coat rack came with the place, and it was nice, so you refused to get rid of it. Nat hated it, hated that it was so close to the door in your already bite-sized entryway, but never enough to throw it out herself. But you did move it because her complaints were valid, and you wanted her to like being here with you, living here with you. Anyway, she stopped complaining afterwards. Not that you think she noticed — you supposed it was a minor inconvenience to her, the way a fly was, annoying when it was in your face but non-existent once it stopped bothering you. 

Quietly, you move your groceries to the kitchen island, putting everything but your new medical supplies away. There are dirty plates in the sink, which you’ll wash after you make yourself dinner. You wonder what she’s eaten – you’d just bought two new steaks, but Nat likes a bowl of strawberry ice cream now and then.

The TV channel switches in the background. Nat snorts, and you peek around the wall to catch a report on the gruesome series of murders that have been happening lately. People in the neighbourhood hardly went out anymore, too afraid of the dark now. It would scare you too if you weren’t well aware you’d never fall victim. Nat was with you, after all, and you were with her. 

You would be with her for as long as she’d let you. So, what if she was the monster in the dark? So what? It was Nat. Your Nat. She came back to you, talked to you, fucked you. It’s not like she was disembowelling you in some grimy alleyway. She kept most of the violence away from you because she cared. Anyway, like everyone else, she had to eat. You couldn’t fault her for that. 

You’re pulling the gauze out of its packaging when Nat scoffs loudly at the news. They must’ve insulted her because she clicks the TV shut, practically inhales half her bottle and flings the remote onto the couch. 

Then, she sets her sights on you, meek behind the counter, and raises an eyebrow. “Honey, the hall’s a mess. Clean it up.” 

You frown. “You’re still hurt.” 

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll eat tomorrow, and it’ll be fine.” 

You don’t think so. The longer Nat doesn’t eat, the worse it gets. It’s how she’s in this mess in the first place. Nat’s ethereal after a feeding, next to omnipotent. But the guy she picked to eat last week turned out to be some sort of track star because he had booked it at the first sign of trouble, and she’d been forced to retreat when the sirens started blaring. The day after that, she picked a local thug as her next meal, and she’d been caught off guard by the switchblade. So, here she is: slumped on your couch and stitched up sloppily. 

Her hair is limp, skin wane and dry, and in a bad enough mood that you can basically feel it every time you’re within a two-meter radius of her. 

Her physical weakness emboldens you a little, makes you think you can get away with a bit of stubbornness. You pick up the gauze and tape and round the corner. A car speeds by, high beam making Nat’s eyes glint a deep green in the dark. The green follows you the whole way until she has to crane her head around to watch you slip her tank top off a shoulder. 

Those eyes weren’t like that before when you first started dating. You don’t mind the changes, though. Aside from the cannibalism, Nat is mostly the same. Still ridiculously strong and stupidly hardheaded. 

“You don’t want to listen?” she asks, almost conversationally. 

You know better. You clench and unclench your fist. Shakily, you lift it and tuck a hair behind Nat’s ear, hoping foolishly that it will placate her. 

“Baby,” says she, like a gentle mother to a misbehaving child, “you should really listen.” 

You trace the bumps of her stitches, staring hard at her shoulder so you won’t have to see that face — flinty, cold, mean. Nat’s always been mean. 

“At least answer me.” 

“No, Nat,” you mutter, undoing the bandages on her bicep. “I don’t want to listen.”

To her credit, she lets you fix her up. Methodically, silently, you clean her wounds and rewrap them in new bandages. She doesn’t get in the way unless it’s to take a swig of her drink. 

When you’re done with her arms and back, you move to her front. She’s got an ugly gash on her calf, bruised midway from where the man had kicked her bleeding leg. You imagine this is causing her the most pain, not just physically. Nat’s not great with sitting still. She’s independent to a fault, enjoying control to the point that it’s probably some sort of diagnosable complex, and this restriction on her mobility has her restless and irritated. 

Looking down at her, at the space between her knees, you wonder if she’ll cooperate with you. The last time you tried to clean her leg, she’d torn your duvet in half and has since refused to let you look at it. But Nat tilts her head, coy, and gestures toward the space in front of her with her bottle. 

“Scared?” she whispers.

You glance at her face just in time to catch her tongue tracing the jagged end of a canine. Mutely, you shake your head. She smiles wide.

“Liar.”

Of course. You’re always scared of her. For her, too. But you don’t think it matters; it doesn’t change anything. You just want to help her, be good for her. Anyway, she’s trying to get a reaction out of you. You refuse to take the bait, raising your eyebrows and wiggling the bandages in your hand.

“Fine.” With a roll of her eyes, she parts her legs. 

As if dealing with a feral animal, you move slowly, cautiously, afraid to make sudden movements lest she starts getting violent. You squat down and reach for the cuff of her sweatpants. 

“Ah, ah.” She slides the leg back, staring down her nose at you. You pause. “Kneel, baby.” 

Her eyes — did the ring of green get thinner? Your lips part, anticipation beginning to seep into your body, and you comply. Once you’re settled, looking up at her, she makes that same careless gesture with her bottle. A go-ahead. 

As you work, she shifts to put her beer on the table and then combs a hand into your hair. You tense, eyeing her nervously, but she only watches you, imperious, intense, and remains silent. Nevertheless, you pick up the pace, tossing the antiseptic aside and winding the gauze around her pale calf. 

She’s startlingly warm under your hands. Ever since… whatever happened to her — she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the details — she’s run hotter than ever. You can’t sleep under a blanket with her anymore unless you’re shirtless; the heat would be unbearable. Not that Nat has any complaints about that. 

“All done,” you murmur. 

The lack of reaction from Nat gives you the courage to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the top of her knee. The hand in your hair rewards you with a gentle scratch, and you can’t help melting into a smile. She’s still got that air of arrogance about her when you look up at her, but she’s not glaring. Which is why it comes entirely as a surprise when she clenches a fistful of hair in her hand, yanking your head back, and slaps you clean across the face with her other hand. 

You take the full brunt of her palm with a cry, almost toppling over were it not for the grip on your hair. Your cheek burns, and so does your eyes. Mostly from pain, partly from the shock of it, maybe a little from shame when you realize you’re getting wet from the rough treatment. 

Nat tuts. “Crying already?” 

You imagine you look pretty pathetic on your knees for her, eyes glassy.

“Don’t give me those eyes, baby; you know I can’t help myself.” 

“I just wanted to help.” 

“I know,” Nat says gently, tipping your head back again so you can see the false sincerity on her face. “You can fix this, you know?” 

Your eyebrows furrow, thoughts racing a mile a minute to puzzle out what she means. 

“Don’t think so hard. You’ll hurt yourself. I’ll show you how, dumb baby,” she coos as she nudges your chin with the knuckle of her finger, and you can’t help flushing deeply at that. Then, she offers a hand, and you take it, and she tugs you up into a straddle on her lap. “Come here.” 

You instinctively wind your arms around her neck, clinging on. Beneath you, she tenses and lets out a low rumbling sound that resonates deep in her chest. You inhale sharply. 

Teeth. Sharpened to deadly points. Poised over your neck. Nat’s breath comes short and hot against your skin, and her tongue, when it peeks out, drags wetly across your skin. 

This has happened once before; the first night she’d come back changed. Like before, she noses at your flushed skin, teasing you with the possibility of damage, and trails her teeth down to your traps. Back then, she hadn’t bitten you. She won’t now, you think, you hope. 

She sighs again, hovering over the meat of your shoulder and prodding her teeth against you. Doesn’t break the skin. 

“Don’t make it worse for yourself. Are you scared?” 

This time, you nod. Nat’s lips curve into a smile, and her hold on your thighs tighten enough to bruise. 

“You should listen, sweetheart,” she says against you. The front of her teeth scrapes over you when she speaks, leaving red marks behind. “I hurt you less when you’re good. Don’t you know?”

“How can you be in the mood?” you wonder, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “You’re half dead.”

“Barely.”

It would take a lot more to kill Nat like this. Anyway, how could you be in the mood when your girlfriend’s cut up like this? 

Nat stands abruptly, ignorant to your yelps and complaints, and dumps you back onto the couch in quick succession. Before you can even register what’s happened, she’s yanked your bottoms down to your ankles and has climbed between your legs. 

Even after that, you don’t get the chance to speak. She wraps her hand around your throat and pins you to the cushions. You grab onto her wrist.

Her body bears down, and you break into a sweat, in small part due to nerves, some part because she’s shoving her hand up your shirt to grab roughly at your bra, but mostly because she’s near scalding. You’re convinced her blood runs at a constant boil now. You’ve grown to love the heat, though. With her, pleasure comes white-hot, and you’d want it no other way. 

“Nat-”

“No,” she growls, and you get an eyeful of her monstrous teeth. She flexes both hands, cutting off your airway and squeezing your breast painfully. You whimper, wound tight as a coil. “Listen to me, baby.”

You look at her through hazy eyes. 

“Those eyes again. God, I love you like this.” Foolishly, your heart clenches at those words. She rucks your shirt up and claws her nails down your front. Beads of blood bloom from the thin scratches she leaves behind. “You’re beautiful when I hurt you.”

Her hand nearly crushes your throat closed, but then she releases you, and you suck air in desperately. Your hands, shaken off her arm, reach for the sides of her head. “Nat,” you croak, tasting the salt from your tears on your lips. “Nat.”

She shakes her head, descending on your chest. It hurts – badly. “Be good for mommy.”

“Mommy,” you gasp out, arching into her mouth. She ignores your pert nipples, electing instead to lick and suck at the burn between your breasts. “Please, please.”

“Shut up,” she hisses. Oh, her teeth are still out. “Hands above your head.”

You obey, another sad sound crawling out of your abused throat. 

The dark pits of her eyes drink in the sight of you, face crumpled in pain and need. A thumb wipes up the last of your blood, and she delights in smearing it across your cheek. 

“Messy baby, clean up after yourself. It’s basic,” she chides, thumb still rubbing at your face as if she were fixing up some runny mascara. “Be good now.”

You don’t dare to speak, just nod and look pleadingly up at her. Your core aches from neglect. 

She makes quick work of that, reaching down to feel the slick between your thighs. Humming, she smirks and very deliberately rubs her middle finger over your clit. You jerk up into her, mouth falling open even as you strangle your moan. 

“I could do anything to you, and you’d still want me.” 

Again, you nod. 

“Where did my little liar go?” she baits. You shake your head. “Say ‘thank you, mommy, for letting me breathe.’”

It takes you a moment to gather the brain cells and say: “Thank you, mommy.”

Her smile widens, teeth back to normal. “Again, for the lesson.”

“Thank you, mommy.”

She brings her hand down on your cunt, full strength. You scream, jolting away from her. Well, you would have if she hadn’t pressed you down by the chest, entirely uncaring about the wound she’d left there. Tears leak out the sides of your eyes, trickling into your hairline. 

“Thank me for that too,” she demands.

“Thank you,” you cry around a hiccup. 

One more spank, and another, and another. Your legs kick uselessly against the cushions, body twisting after every awful smack.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Your hole clenches around nothing, slick leaking onto the couch. Then, two fingers dip into you, and Nat thrusts them up hard and fast. She’d shoved them in on a contraction, and it hurts for a second before she’s curling her fingers into the velvet of your walls. 

She makes a pleased sound. “Tight as always. Makes me want to tear you in half, baby.”

You stare up at the ceiling. “Th-” She starts up a fast pace, digging her fingertips into your front wall. “Thank you!”

Her cheek rests on your chest, listening to the thunder of your heart. “We should try that big one.” Impossibly, your heart rate quickens at the thought, and you manage to shake your head. She laughs, the sound sharp and cruel, and music to your ears. “Maybe another time then.”

She sits up then, still working her fingers into your cunt, and moves her other hand to your mons. She pets gently over your labia, a sharp contrast to the vicious pace she’s keeping up. Your head spins. 

“My baby,” she breathes, “good enough to fucking eat.”

But she parts your folds to press her fingers into your clit, circling them once, twice, thrice, and you’re so close. So desperately close. 

She leans down, near delicate in her movements, and licks into your mouth. You taste copper and beer and the faintest sweetness. Urgently, you try to kiss back. 

If she’s mean, she’d pull back and deny you the chance to come with her mouth on yours. 

She must think that you’ve suffered enough, though, because she rubs her thumb at your clit and drives her fingers deeper into you, and you push up as far as you can into her body with a scream. You’re swallowed in molten heat, pleasure stripping away at you until you’re just bones on the couch. 

When you come to, Nat’s pulling out some bandages for your chest. You’re too tired to do or say anything, forced into silence by her dominance. 

She smiles at you, still not kind, but it doesn’t look bestial like before. Maybe just self-satisfied. She strokes your sweaty hair as she fixes you up, shushing you if you moan quietly from aftershocks or pain. You are in a lot of pain, bruised and scratched up as you are.

“Good girl,” she says when she’s done. 

Finally, you muster the energy to grab her hand and say, “Thank you.”

She lets you hold on for a few seconds before pulling away. “Sure.”

You wish she’d hold you for a bit, but you don’t vocalize it. She’s been through too much in the last few days; you shouldn’t burden her—

“Don’t be fucking needy,” she says, suddenly and harshly. Your face must have given you away. 

“I don’t mean to be,” you mutter, bringing your arm up to cover your eyes. Feeling stupid, feeling mad that you feel stupid, you say: “It would just be nice if you’d stay for a bit.”

A hand grabs your arm, yanking it away from your head, and you’re treated to a view of her scowl. “Where would I go?”

You didn’t mean it that way, but you don’t know how to get out of this hole you’ve dug yourself. “I-I don’t know.”

Out of nowhere, her hand slaps your cunt again, overstimulated, sore, puffy. You groan, curling in on yourself and hugging your knees to your chest. 

“Fuck, Nat.”

She takes the opportunity to sit down on the end of the couch, where your legs once were. The TV turns back on, and you hear her take a sip from her can of beer. “Clean up the hall later.”

At least she stayed.

[professorrw]

Don't Fake It

marvel masterlist

Pairing: female reader x Peter Quill

Request: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. Then after, she apologizes for faking it and it gets kinda fluffy because hes like “hey, its not good for me if you’re not having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if i’m that desperate.”

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, faking an orgasm, protected sex, rough sex

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Sleep was calling your name, digging its claws into you and dragging you into the dark depths of slumber. But there was something stopping it. That thing was Peter. He was wide awake and his sex drive was in full throttle. You weren’t feeling up to it though. The long day at work had taken a toll on you, and the only thing you wanted to do was go to sleep.

You loved Peter, everything about him. You didn’t want to deny him sex, especially when he was being so sweet about it. Your back was to him so he could cuddle you while you slept, but he started to kiss your shoulders and the part of your back that was exposed by your tank top.

“Mmm what is it baby?” you asked groggily.

“I want you,” he replied unashamedly. You could feel Quill shifting his weight behind you. He was peering over your shoulder, trying to look at you. He had missed you all day and you were finally home. What he didn’t know was that you were tired, and not in the mood.

“Oh really?” you mumbled.

“Mhm, I missed you today.” You couldn’t see him but by his sweet tone of voice you could tell that he was sticking his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You smiled and turned around, cupping his face in your hands.

"You know you're adorable right?" you teased.

He smiled, "I know, that's why you can't resist all of this." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. He was just too cute. You didn't want to tell him no.

When you stopped laughing he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss quickly elevated, his hand snaking up your tight shirt and pressing heat against your lower abdomen. While your eyes were closed, sleep called your name once more, but you ignored it.

Peter pulled back for a minute and reached over to the night stand. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down and put it on, tossing the wrapper back onto the table. He switched positions and crawled on top of you. His face drew closer and he kissed you while he pulled down your sweat shorts.

He got the lube too and squirted some on his covered dick and rubbed the leftovers around near your entrance. With dick in hand he guided his length into you, easing it in as to not hurt you. He let out a long sigh when he got to moving. At least he was feeling good, you thought. Peter was making you feel good too, but you were so tired that if it weren't for the movement you would have fallen asleep.

The pleasure wasn't building like it usually did. You wanted to cum, you wanted to show Peter that he was doing a good job. But you weren't feeling it, and you knew you weren't going to cum. You didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings so as he reached his peak speed and his head lolled back you moaned extra loud, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too," he groaned back. His hips pounded into you and his balls slapped against you as he came in his condom. You kept on moaning a little, acting like you had actually cum too.

Peter slowed then pulled out. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the bathroom to clean up. He went to take his condom off and realized there was no cum on the outside of it. You said you had cum, but there wasn't anything other than lube on there. Quill didn't want to assume you had faked it, but he didn't want to ask right away either.

He threw the condom away and went back to your bedroom. You were already out cold, and when Peter saw he sighed and crawled into bed, completely dejected. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t make you cum, and a little annoyed that you wouldn’t just tell him. But he let those thoughts drift away so he could fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up early for work again. Peter was still asleep so you didn’t wake him and instead went about your morning routine. Three minutes before you needed to leave you wrote a little note on the refrigerator for him, “I hope you slept well hunny, I’ve already left for work by the time you wake up but I just wanted to say I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

About an hour later Quill rolled out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen. He wasn’t a morning person by any means. The coffee machine beeped and he pushed himself off of the counter to pour himself a cup. He set his mug down on the counter and went to the refrigerator to get milk and creamer. Your note, which he noticed just then, made him stop mid pull. He shut the refrigerator and took the note off so he could get a better look at it. A tired smile spread on his face.

Then he remembered last night. It was odd that there wasn’t anything on his condom, and you didn’t get up to clean yourself off right after he did. Now that he thought about it, you went straight to sleep. How unusual. He pushed the thought aside and decided he would bring it up later. It wasn’t making him mad, but he was a little wounded that you had faked it, or if you even did fake it.

Lucky for you, work was slow and you got off early. On the way home you picked up lunch for you and Peter. It was in a way an apology for your tiredness last night and faking your orgasm, whether he knew about it or not.

Keys jingling together you unlock the door and step in with takeout in hand. “Quill I’m home!” you shout.

He power walks out of the bedroom and just about tackles you into a bear hug. You giggle and kiss his stubbled cheek. “I missed you,” you say into his ear.

“I missed you moooore,” he replies. “How was work?”

“Better than yesterday, I’ll tell you that. Plus I got off early, so that’s even better. I get to spend more time with you.” You kiss his cheek again and he smiles before setting you back down. The food gets set on the kitchen counter and you pull out the chinese you got. You hand Peter his usual order and take out your own.

There’s only the quiet sound of eating for a few minutes before Peter says something. “Y/N I need to ask you something.”

You look over at him. He rarely calls you by your first name. That means he’s being serious. “What is it?”

He wants to ask about your orgasm but you’re right in the middle of eating and he doesn’t want to interrupt you. He can just ask later, he thinks to himself. He thinks of something else to ask and quickly thinks of, “Can you pass me some soy sauce?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him but hand him a few packs and go back to eating.

Later that night, a few hours later, you were laying in bed doing nothing in particular. Thoughts of last night were filling both your heads. Peter was set on trying to ask you about it, and you were set on trying to make up for it.

The both of you were sitting up in bed and you set your phone down on your bedside table and leaned over. You set a hand on Peter’s bare chest and he instantly stopped what he was doing. His eyes shot to yours, a sly smile on your face. He could tell exactly what it was you wanted.

“Peter,” you whispered against his lips. Your mouth was an inch away from his and your eyes were drifting between his and his lips. He parted his mouth and leaned forward, capturing you before you could make a move. You were trying to take the lead, but he wasn’t letting you.

He overpowered you, flipping you around and putting you on your knees. His bulge was against your ass and he was rubbing circles against it. The intensity he was showing was like nothing before. Whatever it was that was riling him up you needed to find out. It would have to wait until later though, because your panties being dragged down your thighs was the only thing you could think of.

A condom and lube had already been taken out of the drawer, and Peter was putting them on. The room was silent other than the rustling of sheets and your heart hammering in your chest. Then there was the squirting of the lube and you knew it was about to come. The cold goo was smeared on your folds and slightly inside of them by Quill’s rough fingers.

His tip, covered by a condom, was right at your entrance in a second, and in just one more, it was inside you. Your whole body was pushed forward with the force that Peter was thrusting. You were moaning and panting, and he was smiling between his own groans. His goal was to make sure you never had to fake an orgasm again. And with the way things were going you wouldn’t need to.

“Oh- Oh my god!” The way he was slamming into you was so quick and hard the pressure inside of you was building like a balloon being blown up.

His hands were holding you and keeping you from falling over. If they weren’t you would have smacked into the headboard. You couldn’t stay on your hands any longer, you dropped to your elbows, back making a beautiful arch for Quill.

The unbearable speed was tiring Quill out, but it was also making his orgasm come even quicker. He grabbed your shoulders, giving himself even more leverage to thrust with.

Your knees were trembling, jelly below you. But you wouldn’t have to hold that position for much longer. That balloon inside you popped like too much air had been blown into it. Your walls clenched around Peter’s cock, and the cum he was searching for yesterday covered his condom. He kept his pace, legs killing him and pelvis hitting your ass.

He let out a loud groan, and cum leaked and squirted from his tip. He let go of your shoulders, seeing a red handprint there. He pulled out of you, your cum dribbling out when he did. He smiled, satisfied that he had done what he set out to do.

Your lower half ached and you all but collapsed onto your pillows. You flipped over and saw Peter above you, buttcheeks against the heels of his feet and catching his breath. You laughed just a little and he opened his eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“That was something else,” you admitted with a smile.

“Good.” He crawled onto his stomach and laid next to you with his head on his arms. You scooted over closer to him, laying on your back with your hands set on your stomach.

“Y/N,” he sat up, “last night,” he started.

“I already know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was just super tired last night and I didn’t want to deny you.” You looked down at your stomach but Peter turned your face back to his with his thumb.

“It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I didn’t catch that you weren’t in the mood. If you ever don’t want to do stuff just tell me okay? I won’t be upset. Besides, it’s not good for me if you aren’t having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if I get that desperate.” He waved his right hand and grinned.

You giggled, “I promise I won’t do it again.”