#so I will have to take this mattress inside and swap it for the one on my real bed

[pepsinister]

full size bed in a car……………

[textmel8r]

[ SMAU + DRABBLE ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! ( fifth installment ) in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten. eleven.

୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro

୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mommy kink , drug + alcohol usage , smut drabble , submissive toji , soft sex , profanity

୨୧˚ an; guys… i don’t know what took over me when i wrote this one….im sorry ,, also yes drabble time, you all knew this would happen eventually don’t act surprised 🙄🙄🙄

come over and show me then

The last message Toji had sent you. He was bold, heart racing just the slightest bit when he thumbed that frightening, little arrow icon to send a text that would most likely change his whole relationship chemistry with you. You, the kind hearted woman who graced him with your undying benevolence and wealth. 

You, the woman Toji called mommy not even twelve hours ago during an idiotic, drunken stupor. 

You, the woman who graced his bed, peering up to him with the softest gaze Toji’d ever been observed with. It was an odd sight–you splayed on his mattress. Dawning a lavish top; silken, Toji absentmindedly recognizes the fabric ( then proceeds to grimace at the fact that he can actually discern between different breeds of fabric. Your lifestyle was rubbing off on him ) and thinks you look out of place. An expensive jewel among the dank cave of his shoddy bedroom.  

Toji crawls in after you, winding up your side, clinging akin to a baby koala bear. Still, he doesn’t speak, preferring to let the sounds of sheets sliding against each other fill the gaps of silence. You take his hulking body in those loving arms and break the quiet. “I’m not buying you for the night.” You cradle his cheek; you make him look up to you and Toji nods under your hand. “You know that, right?”

He nods again. “Sure,” and for once, it comes out without a modicum of sarcasm. Because Toji believes it when you tell him that you’re not looking to gain access to his body through flimsy transactions. Your sincerity is displayed through the months of torturous anticipation. Months of him on the cusp of begging–and Toji Fushiguro has never begged for anything in his goddamned miserable life. Your sincerity is displayed through the gingerness in which you hold his face. Because how could someone with such gentle hands ever tell a lie? And your sincerity is displayed through your words. You tell Toji things that nobody has ever told him before. Nice things, reassuring things despite his insistence on being an asshole to you.

Toji pushes his torso to be propped up on an elbow before he leans in. It’s not a tame first kiss by any means; Toji is mammalian in the way his teeth gnash yours and his tongue laves your cupid’s bow. “Slow,” you whisper in the short absence of his lips. “Slowly.” A command that he feels inclined to follow like some kept mutt, swapping out the animalistic pace with a more refined, controlled tempo. Your face was swallowed by two massive hands; they clamped on either side of your jaw, calloused and dry and forcefully pulling you closer. “Just like that, Toji.”

The way you say his name… Fuck. Toji grunts, swinging a heavy thigh over your own to situate between your legs. “I’ve never,” there's a pause when he leans in to suck the tip of your tongue, “been so desperate to be inside a woman.” His thick tongue worms back into your mouth, pushing smoky saliva down your throat. You were writhing; your hand slides over his, the one still tending to your cheek, and you guide it lower. He let you drag his hand down the smooth slope of your neck, over the hill of your delicate chest, across the plain of your soft tummy to meet the waistband of your designer pants. 

Your head tilts, something devious glinting in the colored rings of your eyes that have Toji so enchanted. He plucks at the brass button of your pants, nudging the point of his nose to the high of your cheekbone. Breathing in the luxury branded perfume that overpowered the cigarette stench still lingering in his room from his morning smoke; evidenced by the stub crumbled in the glass tray on his wobbly nightstand. “What about the girl…Girl from last night?” 

Toji smiles at the breathy question. “What girl?” He hums cheekily against your mouth, letting his tongue slip back through the seam of your delicious lips. You slap his face rather playful, but his breath hitches all the same.

“Dick.”

At last, he pops the button. The acrylic of your nails sink into the meat of his forearm, legs widening, ass shifting; all of the signs that Toji hyperfixated on. The way you tell him to keep going without so much as saying a word has him hotter than anytime another woman has begged for his touch in bed. Toji kisses you as he dips beneath the ajar slacks, then those sheer panties, slipping down to where you needed him most. You’re wet, he notes to himself. Wet, squelching and red hot when his thick middle finger sandwiches itself between the labia. 

Both pairs of legs tangled together amidst the desperation. While Toji touches you, you’re hiking your leg up–the one snuggled between two of the man’s built thighs. It presses to his clothed crotch, and you reach around grab a handful of his ass. “Hump it,” you dictate, using his ass cheek as leverage to pull his hips down against your awaiting thigh. Toji jolts; never had his ass been grabbed like that, but he thinks he likes it.

So he grinds. His groin crashes against your leg with rough enthusiasm, so rough that it should be a threat to your poor femur bone. But he doesn’t let up. Toji’s arm tenses and shakes with exertion as he fingers you, forearm burning from the intensity at which he moves. But he doesn’t let up.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Fuck.”

What is he, some kind of dog? Chasing his high against a leg, licking your neck, barking obscenities into existence. Had you been anyone else, Toji would have had them bent at the waist over his bed, forcing their face into his lonesome pillow and taking what he needed. But you had this certain authority–you’d always had–as if you owned him. Not that you would ever admit that, nor did you believe it, but Toji did. You pay for his living quarters, his meals, his clothes, his car, hell, his time. The leash was cuffed at his throat, leather digging into his flesh, and he fucking loved it. Toji would wait for your instructions like a well behaved puppy. 

“Take my pants off,” you utter, and it’s only then does Toji realize that the both of you hadn’t bothered shedding any layers, taking favor in rutting clothed bodies together like a couple of immature teens. His hips pause their humping, and his tongue finds one long, last lick to your jugular before pulling back.

Two thumbs hook beneath both layers of material at your hips. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” he mutters offhandedly, dragging your pants down. 

You’re bare. His mouth waters at the sight of glistening moisture between your legs, encapsulated by a dusting of hair. Toji stares, nestled on his knees, straddling your thigh. He just stares.

“I told you my reasons,” you say.

He doesn’t respond to that. “I want to fuck you.”

Your chest rises. Are you arching for him? “Ask me.” When he cocks a confused brow, you lightly elaborate. “Show me some of that respect I taught you and ask me nicely.”

The sole of your foot caresses his pec over the black tee shirt he sports, a gentle notion that he is allowed to take his time. Toji doesn’t need time though; he’s got your twisted little request all figured out. It’s funny, he shouldn’t have expected any less. To him, respect didn’t exist in the bedroom, but Toji would make an exception. “Will you let me fuck you tonight?” You’re not letting him get off that easy, your pointed eyes say it all. So, in an uncharacteristically piteous voice, the man adds “please, ma’am” and strokes your calf for good measure.

That does it. 

Your legs spread, arms racing up to coil around the thick post of his neck. He lets you pull him down, lets you kiss him tenderly, lets your tongue curl behind his teeth. Toji groans, reaching a sticky hand down to clumsily shove his sweatpants around his ass. “You have no–” kiss “idea what you–” kiss “you do to me–” kiss, kiss “when you call me that.”

His length drags over your core, hot and heavy and thick and raw. He doesn’t move to grab a condom knowing damn well there’s a box that sits in his nightstand to the left of them. A box that has been forgotten, left untouched in the waking months of his realization that he doesn’t want to fuck other people. Why would he? When you take such good fucking care of him, what’s the point in sleeping around anymore?

“Be grateful,” Toji husks, rubbing up against the warmth beneath him. “‘M never this nice in bed.”

“I’m not, either.”

He throbs at that. A small hand snakes behind his head, weaving into the raven shag of his hair, and tugs. “I really never meant for this to happen.” Toji narrows those steely eyes at you. “To end up in your bed, I mean. I thought I had more resolve than this.”

Too bad money can’t buy resolve, he thinks inwardly. Hand still between bodies, Toji jerks himself slowly, soaking his tip in your entrance. His gaze is glued to your face, flitting amidst all the gorgeous features it had to offer. “I knew I’d get you here eventually,” he speaks with a lilt of confidence, prodding the point of his nose to yours. And then he pushes inside without warning. You’re gooey; a hot, wet heat encasing his body from head to toe. He feels you shudder, feels nails in his nape. He feels your sticky breaths on his cheek, feels your pillowy thighs squish against his hip bones. Toji serves you the entire length in one slow thrust, holding himself inside. “Fuck.”

“Slow,” you warn once more in a broken voice. His hair was grabbed again, you used it as a makeshift handlebar to yank Toji’s head down. His handsome face plummeted into the divot between your breasts, still gift wrapped in that undoubtedly overpriced shirt. His nose pressed to your sternum, taking deep inhales. 

Slow. 

Slow sex was unfamiliar territory to Toji, one among the list of foreign concepts you had introduced to him during your time together. Fucking was animalistic practice between two people, fast-paced and greedy and surprisingly lonely. Toji fucked with the intention of climaxing; intimacy is irrelevant. Was irrelevant. 

Toji slips a hand beneath your back, locking a grip on the underside of your shoulder to weld your chest to his face. Slow, timely thrusts met your cunt, watery squelches filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”

Your hands wander. Crawling down the base of his spine, breezing over his tail bone, clutching his bare ass. Guiding him in a way, and he doesn’t entirely mind. “My boy,” you moan in the throes of pleasure, a free hand blindly feeling for the back of his sweaty neck. Fingers stroke the precious skin there, sensitive flesh that nobody has ever paid attention to, not even himself. Toji trembles.

“Take it,” he whispers back, as if he still had any semblance of control. But you let him, and he thinks you’re too fucking nice for sparing his pride like that. “Take it, goddamn it.”

“Yes, my sweet boy.”

Idiotic. He is no longer a boy, nor does he even slightly compare to anything sweet. God, if you knew him. If you knew what he did for work… How many people he’s gutted and bled like livestock for quick cash… You would leave. He knows this to be a fact of life, you’re simply too moralistic and caring and selfless to keep in contact with a monster like him.

“Let mommy take care of you.”

Oh Jesus Christ, he’s done for. You wax praises so sincere that Toji starts to let himself believe he’s good. He pretends he’s worthy of being here with you right now in this bed, with your lithe fingers petting his damp hair and your breasts against his cheek, and fucks you harder. The toes of two socked feet bury into the mattress.

You successfully conquered his flimsy pride. “Mom… my…,” Toji breathes out, stifling down the impending whine caught at the back of his esophagus. He bucks deep inside, pubic bone to pubic bone, and grabs a handful of tit. So fucking soft even under this stupid shirt.

The sex plays out this way until the very end. A gentle tango that reminds Toji he hadn’t actually fucked in missionary position for some time. But at last, you came around him. “Toji, baby I’m here.” As if you were charged with electricity, you twitched and jumped beneath him. Toji fucked you through it, grinding his hips in a trajectory that caught your clit with his pubic hair. The friction was passionate, and you came with your jaw unhinged on a silent yelp.

“Give it to me,” he rasped, tongue lolling out to lick at your cleavage through your shirt. Drool rolled down the palate, collecting into a small puddle and dampening the fabric. A messy puppy, drooling all over you like that. Toji fucked harder, much too hard to be considered ‘slow’ anymore, but you didn’t stop him.

“Come on.” A hand dips beneath the collar of Toji’s tight shirt, scratching the ever loving fuck out of his upper back. “Cum baby boy.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuck.” The thrusts halt abruptly; Toji rams himself deep inside and holds onto you for dear life. There’s a brief pause before he empties himself into the deepest depths of your pussy, twitching as he does so. You coo, talking him through it with an inoffensive hand raking his bangs back. They stick, his sweat acting like a sort of natural gel, and Toji’s forehead is on display. You drag him up and press your lips to it—he flushes and drops back onto you, hiding in your neck.

Toji gasps on his come down, gulping in air through his nose. He’s weak and it’s strange. Despite the stupid amount of strength trapped within that Herculean body, Toji cannot find it in him to hover anymore. His entire weight drops onto your much tinier frame, but he hears no objections so he keeps himself there.

“Worth the buildup?” You ask at last, rubbing soothing circles into the plates of his shoulder blades. Your voice is a little strained, no doubt the effects of a two-hundred-and-something-pound man crushing your lungs, but Toji likes the funny grate of it in his ears.

“You already know the answer.” It’s written in the way your cum mixes together and wets the crease of his inner thighs. He’s not exactly going to say that was the most intimate and passionate sex i’ve ever had, but he’ll show you how much it meant to him by letting you cradle him to your chest.

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[kazzattack]

i think dick grayson just loves holding your face and making you look at him. he loves having an excuse to look you in the eyes, to watch as you unravel around him. asking you to look at him while he fucks you into the mattress, as if you’re even coherent enough to understand what he’s asking for.

a/n ;; this is a lazy and MAYBE ooc post but i like the idea of it. also this was supposed to be orgasm denial but i changed my mind so if that’s obvious pls ignore ! 😁 if you enjoy this pls like and rb <3

content ;; 18+, a lot filthier than my last one lawl, brief cowgirl position, mating press, a bit of banter, eye contactttttt, praise, slight degradation (whore, slut), he’s a lil mean i fear, manhandling if you squint (?), dick has a little oral fixation, overstim, multiple orgasms, poorly proofread, i think that’s it?, pure smut under the cut

so… focus on the lewd sight of your cunt clenching his length while you rock back and forth, or the cocky yet overwhelmingly soft expression on his face as he admires the absolute beauty riding him? loose strands of hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, cheeks dusted red, pretty blue eyes zoning out on you… the sight of him drinking in the view is too much.

clearly, he notices- because he notices everything. son of the world’s greatest detective and all.

“goin’ all shy on me, huh?” dick teases, thrusting his hips up into you and making you buckle a little closer to his face. his hand snakes to the small of your back, still helping you move. “too pretty for that.”

“shut up, dick-” you mutter, squeezing him particularly tight as your fingers curl into his hair. he lets out an obscene groan into your ear, encouraging you to keep going.

“you don’t want that, sweetheart-“ he easily denies, “c’mon, look at me.”

you hear him, but his order is ignored when you feel that familiar coil in your tummy. “fuck, dick, ‘m gonna-“

your hips speed up and your cunt tightens around his cock, obscene squelching overwhelming your senses. he lets you ride out your high, tugging you closer to him as he talks you through it. “there you go, there you fucking go-“

“fuck, dick- oh my god-“ you whine into his ear as the pleasure turns into overstimulation, hips still bucking despite the sharp shots of pleasure shooting up your spine. but instead of slowing you down, easing you into more comfort, he’s thrusting his pelvis up into you. “so tight, sweetheart- so good. y’know ‘m not done though.”

you begin to scold him through short breaths and keens before he’s flipping to two of you over, hooking your leg over his shoulder and burying himself inside you deeper than he’s ever been.

“didn’t look at me,” he states in a matter-of-fact tone, taking his time to bite into the plush skin of your thigh, sucking pretty purple bruises into your skin as you whine at the way your orgasm teeters. hips weakly inching his cock further inside, chest heaving in urgency. still, though, your eyes are elsewhere.

why won’t you look at him?

…

he’ll fix it himself.

“you’re so difficult sometimes.” his hand rests on your tummy and moves to hold your breast as his tongue flicks at your hardened nipple. you flinch and buck your hips again and he huffs a little laugh. “you just want me to be mean, don’t you? want me to treat my sweetheart like a fucking whore?” you try speaking up to defend yourself, starting with a shy smile at his remark while ignoring the way you almost moan at the thought. but a sly hand is quick to grab hold of your jaw and direct your gaze to him.

“I don’t need words to know your answer when this pretty pussy’s tellin’ me everything. don’t worry. I’ll give you want you want, m’kay?” he’s face to face with you now as he positions you into a mating press, and he’s throbbing inside you from the way you contract around his cock. he keeps you just like that while his tongue is forced down your throat, nails digging into the plush of your thighs and groaning into your mouth. practically swapping spit with him at this point. the way he acts is downright filthy compared to the soft and sweet sex you were just having a moment ago. gentle and encouraging touches turn almost rude and possessive.

he pulls his cock out until just the tip is inside, slamming back into you as he pulls away from your face. drool lingers from the corners of your mouth and neither of you know or care who it belongs to. “maybe you’ll look at me now.”

“dick-“ you cry and pout, but the grip on your jaw only tightens. cheeks squished and lips all pouty and wet with spit. so filthy and cute.

“prettier than i imagined.” he huffs and his pace continues, making sure your eyes never leave his because he needs you to see him and he needs to see you. he needs it like he needs air. that fleeting feeling comes back and you whimper, hands tugging at his wrist.

“fucking slut- again? tryna milk me dry, sweetheart. you gonna look at me this time? yeah- look at me when you come on this cock.” barely even conscious, your lashes flutter open to meet his gaze. you look helpless, drowning in the pleasure he’s giving you, getting off on his attention. face beautifully framed with his hand, cheeks all rosy as you gush and cream all over his cock. he doesn’t even realize he’s came too, pounding your pussy as white leaks out and around his dick.

you can give him another round or two, right? maybe three if you keep looking at him like that.

[loganwritesprobably]

– Law with the 1° genre, prompt (l.) ✨

Law is a character I have a lot of fun writing, even though I've never actually seen him on screen (I think I've consumed the anime in the weirdest way possible). Just love him. I also love this trope

This ended up being kind of long

Find the prompt list here

Content/Warnings: Law/GN!Reader, fluff, one bed, suggestive, friends to lovers, getting together, first kiss, Law has a nightmare

You were a Heart Pirate, a friend to your Captain and all your crewmates. You loved sailing, and being a pirate, you loved the Polar Tang and having one of the healthiest crews on the sea. You also loved Captain Trafalgar Law. You didn't mean to end up in this position, and yet here you were, with a huge crush on the one guy who was totally off limits. Probably anyway, you hadn't exactly asked where he stood on the entire thing.

You hopped onto the dock of the island you'd arrived at, planning to spend a few days on land. You needed to stock up, and Law was on a mission for information. That meant staying away from the Polar Tang for a while. A couple of crew members remained inside the sub, and once everyone was out, sailed away to keep it out of few. It was late, and pitch black, which would hopefully mean nobody would suspect you were pirates.

Since it was late, everyone was headed to the two inns on the island, splitting between them to increase chances of finding the information that you wanted.

When you arrived at the inn with Law, Bepo, Shachi and Ikkaku, Law set about getting rooms for everyone. You stepped in beside him at the front desk, stood shoulder to shoulder, while Bepo, Shachi and Ikkaku stood behind you both, rubbing their eyes and yawning, their exhaustion clear.

Law took the three keys you'd been given, two rooms to be shared and one solo room.

"Bepo snores! He can go on his own." Shachi protested, taking one of the keys for himself.

"I do not! .. Do I?" Bepo asked, taking another key for himself.

"Sorry big guy.. I'll get in with you Shachi." Ikkaku said, leaning heavily against her friend and nearly knocking him over.

"Looks like I'm with you then, Cap." You said, and you certainly weren't unhappy with that arrangement.

Bepo found his room first, heading in and locking the door behind himself. Then Shachi and Ikkaku found theirs, and headed inside with softly mumbled 'goodnight's. You and Law were last, and he headed in first, making a beeline for the bathroom. You closed the door behind yourself and locked it, setting the room key on a side table.

You ventured deeper into the room, only for your heart to drop when you made a key discovery: there was only one bed. Bepo had taken the wrong key, and gotten one of the rooms with twin beds. At least the bed was a double, silver linings you guess.

Law shuffled out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing just sleep pants, and no shirt. He had been about to say something to you when he saw exactly what you had.

"Shit." He muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. There was no sofa in the room, and you'd not really brought anything with you to sleep on if you were going to sleep on the floor. The bed was, realistically, the only option.

"Yeah." You mumbled in agreement.

"Bepo falls right asleep too, we couldn't get him to swap if we tried." You could only nod. It was true. You'd considered that already.

"Guess we're sharing." You said, finally walking away from the bed to use the bathroom for yourself. Suddenly worried about your hygiene, you decided to take a quick shower, careful not to get your hair wet. You got out, brushed your teeth and dried off before changing into your sleep clothes. You couldn't put off the inevitable any longer though, so you stepped out of the bathroom to find Law just sitting on the bed, polishing his sword.

You put your clothes from the day into your bag, and went to sit on the other side of the bed to Law, assuming that was where you'd be sleeping. You untucked the duvet from beneath the mattress, fluffed the pillow, and silently lay down. Law set aside his sword, and did the same on his own side of the bed, still distinctly lacking a shirt. Fuck.

You lay facing the wall, away from Law, your heart beating rapidly. You didn't dare turn to see what he was doing himself, just closing your eyes. Thankfully, you were exhausted, and so you didn't lay awake and anxious for long.

-·–·-–-·–·-

When you woke the next morning, after some particularly tantalising dreams about the man sleeping beside you, you opened your eyes to discover the man in question was now facing you, and you were facing him. His lips were slightly parted, and he looked.. peaceful. You couldn't help admiring the sight, even if it felt wrong to watch him sleep. You'd thankfully not woken up cuddling, like some sort of cliche, so eventually you managed to convince yourself to get up and head to the bathroom.

You washed your face in cold water, calming yourself down after your dreams, and waking up beside the man who'd been in your fantasises in months. You took a few deep breaths before returning to the room feeling more steady than before, to find Law still asleep. Should you wake him? He looked so peaceful, and he was always so exhausted. You were sure everything would be fine, you'd wake him before noon, or if the crew came knocking.

Slowly, carefully, you collected a book from your bag and returned to the bed, not wanting to wake Law. You slipped beneath the sheets, and got comfortable, opening your book to where you'd left off last. You managed to read for an hour before Law began to grumble and shift. You looked at him for a moment, and when he didn't stop, you reached out to rest a hand on his arm, hoping to gently wake him.

That didn't work.

He shot up, eyes wide and breathing rapid. He struck out as if to hit you, but thankfully you were just slightly faster than him, having the advantage of having been awake for over an hour already. You gently moved his hand to rest in his lap, hesitating for a moment before you rested a hand on his back.

"Want me to take a walk and let you chill out here for a while?"

"No-" he rasped, hand reaching out again, but this time he gripped your wrist tightly, as if you'd disappear if he didn't hold on.

"Okay. I'll stay here Cap." You confirmed, but he didn't let you go. He couldn't. A few silent minutes passed where Law's breathing slowly evened out, and you patiently waited.

"We can talk about it, if you want." You offered, when he finally released you, treading carefully so you didn't unsettle him again.

"Not really." Law replied, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep from the corners. No wonder he was always so exhausted. You wanted to know what it was that'd upset him so much, but if he didn't want to tell you then you wouldn't press him.

Law got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom, cleaning up like you already had, and you took the chance to change into your day clothes so you were ready to go whenever Law wanted to set off.

He returned after a few minutes, looking more composed, but still exhausted. You wanted to help, to ease his discomfort and take away whatever was hurting him. That wasn't your place.

"I have nightmares too, sometimes." You said into the silence of the room, perched on the edge of the bed. Law paused his movements, surprised by your words, then continued digging through his bag for his stuff.

"About what I've lost, and everything I have now, and how easy it is to lose that too. Nobody is invincible." You continued, hoping it would at least help Law feel a little less alone.

"You dream about losing us?" He asked, looking toward the main door to the room rather than at you.

"Yeah, pretty regularly actually. You guys are my family, I don't know what I'd do without you." He nodded and slipped back into the bathroom to chance into his day clothes. He returned, only missing his hat, which you tossed to him for him to put on.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about losing us, you know. I won't let that happen to any of us." Law said, but his expression said everything.

"Then why do you worry about it?" You asked, and Law once again stopped stock still. You were going to give him a heart attack if you weren't careful.

There was a long pause then, longer than the others, and you watched Law open and close his mouth repeatedly, trying to find the words that he needed to defend himself, or at least something smart to say, but he kept coming up fruitless.

He walked over to sit beside you on the bed, licking his lips. His eyes remained focused on the ground as he hooked his ankle with your own, and then reached out and took your hand to lace your fingers together.

"It doesn't matter if I worry, I'm the Captain, it's my job. But I care if you worry, I don't want you losing sleep over us." He told you, voice impossibly soft, like you'd never heard it before.

"It's not your job. It's your job to trust us, and believe we can work together as a team to all stay safe. But the worry will never go away, we'll probably all always worry because of everything we've been through before we met." You replied, gently squeezing his hand. Your heart fluttered in your chest when he returned the gesture.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked suddenly, and a part of you was sure you were still dreaming. Surely he hadn't just asked that?

"What?" You asked dumbly, and Law laughed softly. He'd watched your pupils dilate, he knew you were interested, you were just stunned.

"I dreamt about you specifically. About losing you. Can I kiss you? I just.. want to be sure you're really there."

You had never been able to say no to your captain.

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✧ 15th October ✧

Toji Fushiguro // A Baby Isn't An Obstacle (f! wife reader)

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warnings : masturbation, soft during pregnancy sex, soft toji

it was a quiet evening where you rocked in the chair beside the windows, having a sight of the park where children played in the afternoon with their parents with them. you watched them endearingly while you rubbed your bulging belly, your baby not too long to be born now. despite all the stigma of negatives of having a child and the fact that some of them are true, you wouldn't change a damn thing because the bundle of sunshine that manages to kick you at unexpected times have given you more joy and excitement than life could.

you heard the door unlocked and looked back, to see your husband, toji coming home. he smirked at the sight of you while putting his big ass swords at the storage room beside the door. "how are you, baby?" his gruff voice greeted you while kneeled down and placed his ear to your stomach "i'm assuming both of you are having a great day" he smiled and nodded.

"indeed, we are" you grinned. he gave you a kiss on the lips, a warm and comforting one that left you fuzzy and giggling like a teenage girl. "what's with giggle, baby? anything funny, hm?" he hummed as he looked at you. "oh nothing, you manage to take my breath away everytime that's all" you smiled

"well, do you need anything? food? water? a massage?" he stood up to his full height. "it's okay, toji. you go ahead and rest" you smiled "alright, i'll cook dinner after i shower" you nodded as he vanished into the other room. you two have been married for two years now and this was your first child with him. was it nerve-wracking considering he had abandoned two of his child before?

of course it was.

however, toji took a different path now and had become a better man. that time, you knew you had to marry him. you remember how he vowed his love to you and then bought you back home and-

"damn it" you mumbled under your breath as you felt arousal creeping up. one thing they failed to mentioned during pregnancy is,

having uncontrollable libido which means you're basically in heat all the time while having a bulge in your stomach. your husband hasn't touched you in six fucking months and you were at the end of your wits. sex toys weren't enough, you needed something else. something bigger, harder.. like.. like his..

you spread your legs and whimpered, your wetness pooling at your panties as you fingered yourself at the thought of getting fucked again. you mewled, going at a moderate pace and swapping fingers inside your hungry cunt.

meanwhile, toji came out from the shower with a towel on his head and around his waist. given the ability of his heavenly restrictions, he was able to hear your whimpers from afar and rushed to your aid, thinking you were in any discomfort.

but no, it wasn't. he saw how your legs are wide opened as you massaged your tits from the dress you're wearing as you whimpered. "t-toji.." you whimpered, pinching your clit. "p-please.. need you.." your breath was ragged and his cock grew under the towel.

"oh my baby, so pretty and cute" he cooed that made you blushed. "did you missed having something shoved into your pussy? is that why?" he stroked your cheek as your mouth opened slightly "need you.. please, give me.." you whined "give you what, baby? speak up" he teased.

"need your cock please, please.. i need it inside me nowww!" you whined and came undone. your fingers were coated with your cum as toji chuckled. "that was a pretty moan right there. i'll help you, hm?"

he carried you and gently placed you on the mattress. "baby, are you hearing me?" he asked, because honestly you're drooling all over the place "baby, if you feel like something's wrong then stop me okay?" he asked, pulling the strings of your dress and pulling it down "i don't want you hurt" he said, removing your panties and your soaked bra due to your lactation.

"won't.. mmh, won't hurt.." you said, spreading legs wide. "i know but just in case, alright?" he laid you sideways as he laid behind. your could feel his hard cock caressing your back as you moaned "tch, i haven't put it inside yet" he chuckled as he spat on his hand, rubbing his cock. he gently lifted your leg up and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the slit that you whimpered "oh god.. oh goddd!" you screamed when he entered.

"it's the cock that made me pregnant.. it's your cock" you babbled as he thrusted in, one hand holding your leg and the other squeezing your boob. "that's right, mama" he purred "it's the dick that made you pregnant. that got you knocked up" he whispered into your ear. he had to close his eyes because damn, your pussy us tighter than he remembered. perhaps it's been too long since you two had action but toji needed to go deeper, harder.

he grab your tit and pushed the milk out of the nipple, groaning at your tight pussy. "ah, damn. i don't think i'm gonna last long" he said, desperately trying not to cum too fast "inside.. please.. inside my cunt please.." you begged oh so sweetly that he came with one thrust and into your pussy. you panted as he kissed your back.

"toji? another one?" you asked with teary eyes. "please?" you swore you could feel his cock growing in your pussy.

as he positioned you on top, he saw your glowing face and your glazing pussy. your tit was leaking with milk and most importantly your beautiful pregnant belly. toji almost prayed to the heavens for giving him a woman so perfect like you and he almost sang as you started moving on your own. "shit baby, so pretty for me" he cooed as you drunkenly smiled "mmh.. my cunt is swallowing you.. look.." you giggled.

it took every strength in him to not just ram inside you because you were clenching around him like a vice, like a suction device that won't let go. he saw his cum running down your thighs as the sounds of your hips meeting his pelvis could be heard. he played with your nipples as you mewled, as you used his cock to your joy. toji was more than happy to do as so, as he sat up and sucked on your tit.

"oh.. ooh.." you moaned as he grazed your nipple with his teeth "your milk is delicious, mama. let me have more, yeah?" he snickered as he lapped on your nipple like newborn baby as you bounced on him. your hands on his shoulders was steady as you stroke your clit "cumming! tojiii!" you wailed as he hold you close and you both came in the same time. he could feel your muscles pulsing around him as once again, your womb drank his seeds.

maybe a child wasn't an obstacle to have sex after all.

[swappingforgood]

Missing it Already part 2

Still enjoying the effects of my orgasm, I go to Larry’s bedroom to see his large mattress and lay down. Letting my hands explore every inch of my new form. I’m still in shock, and honestly, being Larry for a week is not the worst thing ever. Day Three was not bad as I went to work and saw Larry in my body who was wearing gym clothes. "Oh, hey Boss,” Larry said as he greets me. I couldn’t help but notice how clean my house was, but I mean it would make sense since Larry is a cleaner. “Did…you clean this up by yourself?” I asked as I sit my larger frame on the couch. “I sure did. I had time after work and honestly figured you could use the break, so I decided to do both of our jobs,” Larry said as he walks around in my body. It’s kinda weird to hear my body sound so happy and cheery and full of energy. He then joins me on the couch and holds my hand. “Boss, you have been so kind to me that I really hope you get to relax in my body. Take the next few days off. I’ll see you on day 7; where will we swap back, okay?” Larry said as he ushered me outside my own home, but I didn’t think too hard about it. Honestly, he is right; I deserve a break. After going to my apartment and feeding my hungry body, I used my typical gay dating apps, but the only people who were interested were guys who looked like me, well, Larry. Bummed out, I didn’t let that stop me as I met up with this one twinkling only for him to ghost me and call me a fat slob. It made me upset because obviously I’m not a fat slob; Larry’s body is fat, not me. However, I find personal pleasure with myself, and on day 7, I go to my mansion and I’m greeted by Larry, who was wearing a robe and underwear. Showing off my hard-worked body and salt and pepper hair. “Hey boss, come on in, let’s celebrate,” Larry said as we share some drinks and discuss our weeks. I couldn’t help but let the alcohol talk for me as I mentioned his choice of attire. “Larry, why do you have my body dressed like that?” I said with a drunken slur as he moves closer to me and puts his hands on my belly. “I’m going to miss this body, so I figured, why not, and plus, you like what you see?” Larry said with my voice, which turned me the heck on, and he noticed it. Next thing I know, he is between my larger legs and we are grinding our cocks together as he whispers, “Do you miss this body?”. I moan in response, “I do; I missed it every day. I loved being in your body, but I miss mine,” Larry chuckles as he lowers our underwear and places his cock against my fat ass. “Let’s have sex as each other, please?” He said with a grin that I didn’t notice due to being drunk. I moaned as I felt my fat ass getting fucked by my former cock and Larry moans. “Can I call you Larry while I fuck you?” He says, and I nod in approval, giving into my desires. “Oh yes boss, fuck my fat body,” I say in a desperate tone as Larry grins and whispers into my ear. “I’m gonna cum inside you, Larry,” and it drives me over the edge. I feel my small cock spurt all over my stomach as I feel the warmth of the seed of my former cock filling my ass. As we lay down together and catch our breath, I ask. “That was amazing; you did good using my body like that, but can we swap back now?” Larry stays quiet as he gets up and grabs the amulet he kept by the bedside, and in a dark tone, he told me to touch it just like before, but nothing happened. I looked in utter shock as I noticed Larry had a massive grin on his face. "Whoops, did I forget to mention? If the swapped people have sex, then the swap would be permanent." I hold onto the amulet tightly and plea. “No, this can’t be happening. Larry, why didn’t you tell me?” “My name is not Larry anymore, you fat loser. It’s Michael, but to you, it’s sir. Now put on your clothes and get to work.” 

[oofthwoods]

PROLOGUE! ── ˙ ̟ speed and shadows !!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :: when a high-stakes mission requires you, a renowned spy, to go undercover as charles leclerc's girlfriend, your worlds collide in unexpected ways. tasked with infiltrating a secretive organization with ties to international crime, you must navigate the complexities of your fake relationship while keeping your true identity hidden.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 :: this chapter is heavily based on the first chapter of stars and smoke, just like the rest of the series. I tried to think of any other way to start it, but this just felt like it fit most. i know i said i wouldn't be starting this so soon, but since i had something to base it on, it was easier <3

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :: 1k

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Right after the checkered flag waved, everything blurred into a whirlwind of emotions and frantic movement.

A throng of people gathered around him as soon as he returned to the garage. A dazed smile spread across his face as hands reached out to congratulate him and the team helped him out of his racing harness. The post-race haze enveloped him, heavy and comforting.

Beneath his feet, he could feel the vibrations from the grandstands, the prolonged applause of the spectators echoing even after he left the track, while the podium ceremony continued without him. Yet, he knew he had done a good job. The warmth of accomplishment surrounded him, though he could already feel the adrenaline fading, giving way to deep exhaustion. As he followed the team down the same corridor he had traversed hours before, the roar of the racetrack began to gradually fade, turning into nothing more than a background hum against the echo of his footsteps.

The interviews followed their usual course, dragging on in a monotonous, slow rhythm, as always. A succession of questions about his teammate's performance and rivals filled the air, along with inquiries about potential improvements to the car. And of course, there were no shortages of questions about plans for the next season, as if each answer could reveal the best-kept secrets of motorsport's backstage.

Each journalist seemed to have their own agenda, their own interests to be met, and the driver found himself at the center of this whirlwind of curiosity. While he maintained his composure in front of the cameras and microphones, inside he longed for the moment when he could finally retreat to the privacy of his team and reflect on the challenges faced and the paths ahead.

Nearly two hours dragged by until he finally found himself back in his cramped driver's room. Amidst laughter and congratulations, he swapped the team's sweaty shirt for a light, soft cotton blue t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, liberating himself from the confines of racing uniforms. His muscles screamed for rest, his limbs heavy with longing for the comfort of a mattress.

"Take a little rest," Ruth, his manager, advised him with a concerned expression. "But I need you out of here before the crowd flow. Ten minutes, tops. Okay?"

A weary smile appeared on his lips as he wiped his sweaty forehead.

"Okay."

Ruth held his chin firmly, giving him a gentle shake.

"And for heaven's sake, eat something."

"I will," he assured her with a nod and a tired smile.

The room now seemed vast and empty, shrouded in an oppressive silence that contrasted with the earlier bustle. Charles wandered the space, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor as he passed by the vacant table and the small wooden chair in one of the corners. The silence was almost tangible after the cacophony of cheers from tens of thousands of spectators and the deafening roar of the engines.

In about an hour, the headlines would start boiling again. The performance of his race would be scrutinized meticulously, as well as his responses in the post-race interviews. Amidst news of global conflicts and protests, reports would also speculate on the astronomical value that tickets for the next big prize could reach in the secondary market. Rumors and gossip would spread like wildfire.

He leaned against one of the tables, letting his head drop forward. Strands of sweaty hair clung to his forehead, partially obscuring his vision. For some reason, his mind drifted back to the image of soaked fans waiting outside the side entrance, yearning for a glimpse of him stepping out of the car.

Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit him mercilessly, rapidly dissipating all the euphoria he had experienced during the race. A latent restlessness, always hovering within him, now manifested as palpable pain, pulling him incessantly towards the simple idea of escape, ordering room service, and sleeping.

Although Ruth had mentioned ten minutes, he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Five minutes," he muttered to himself.

It was enough. Knowing Ruth, the cars would probably be ready and waiting for him by now. He straightened up, running a hand through his tousled hair, and headed for the corridor, walking away towards the reserved area where the drivers' cars were parked.

So far, the men who usually accompany him hadn't shown up. Maybe it was still too early, and they were gathered somewhere near the back entrance. He walked alone down the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the tense silence until he reached the small, discreet side door leading to the driver's garage.

Charles emerged into the cold, damp night, his breath forming small clouds of vapor in the air. His eyes quickly found a shiny black SUV waiting at the entrance. As he approached, the car door opened automatically, as if the vehicle were eager to receive him, revealing a luxurious interior.

A slight sigh of gratitude escaped Charles' lips as he got in. Ruth had undoubtedly upgraded the cars since the last Grand Prix. This one in particular boasted tinted windows as well as new leather seats, already heated to a pleasant temperature.

The door closed automatically behind him, enveloping him in the comfort of the vehicle. Then, the car pulled away smoothly.

It was only then that a sense of unease began to creep into his consciousness. The figure sitting in the shadows beside him wasn't Ruth. And the driver, neither, was someone he recognized.

Charles blinked, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Am I in the wrong car?" he questioned, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Maybe that car belonged to Carlos, or some other driver.

The woman beside him smiled ominously.

"You're exactly in the car you're supposed to be." she replied. And at that moment, Charles realized, with a tightening in his chest, that he was being kidnapped.

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[msbigredmachine]

Here With Me - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

As the Bloodline Civil War takes an unexpected turn of events, Reader comes up with the perfect pick-me-up for her Tribal Chief. Post-Summerslam 2023.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 6k 

A/N: Dido's "Here With Me" did so much for the writing of this that I had to name the fic after the song.

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I’m startled awake by the door clicking shut, my eyes remaining closed as he walks into the bedroom of his penthouse suite. I’m laying on my side facing away from him, but he is clear as day in my mind's eye as he tosses the gold title belt on the sofa across the room. His beloved ula fula, the subject of heated combat tonight, follows. The mattress dips as he sits on his side of the bed, letting out a painful exhale. 

My eyes flicker to the digital clock on the nightstand. I returned to the suite right after the main event. It’s currently 1.30 am. I have no idea where he’s been for the last two hours, but I let it slide. He’s come back to me and that’s all that matters.

The pointed silence and the hairs that suddenly stand on the back of my neck tell me he’s staring at me. It’s confirmed when I feel his hand rest on my leg over the white sheets blanketing me. His usually assured, confident touch is sad and distracted. Even in the humming quiet, I can feel the turmoil brewing inside him and understandably so. 

The last few weeks have been a lot for him to take in. Getting pinned in London; tensions exploding in MSG; putting his entire legacy on the line against Jey in Orlando, and tonight, at Summerslam, victory at Tribal Combat. But it’s come at a price, as his family has all but disintegrated now. He is exhausted, physically and emotionally. I could see it in his eyes backstage after the match in spite of his best attempts to conceal his true feelings. For him, tonight’s win feels like a loss.

The second his hand slips away, I miss him. He stands up from the bed and heads to the bathroom. I twist around the bed to face the partially closed door, and hear the shower start. I wait for a while before getting up and making my way to him. His head snaps in my direction when I open the door.

“Babe?” he calls out.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t panic,” I try to joke, my smile faltering a little when he merely turns back around and faces the wall. I notice the still visible red marks on his broad back, imprints from the kendo stick and leather strap beatings he endured tonight.

"I'm sorry, I musta woke you," he says, as I pull off the baggy t-shirt that belongs to him over my head. I swap my silk bonnet for a shower cap and open the door to the enclosure. Stepping inside, I immediately jump away in alarm when the water beating down on him splashes onto my skin. It’s boiling hot. 

“Jesus, Ro! You tryin’ to cook yourself?” I exclaim, quickly grabbing the tap, my wrist frantically twisting the knob to adjust the temperature to a less dangerous degree. He hasn’t flinched once. I steer him away from the water, then slip around to his front and wrap him up in a hug that he clearly, desperately, needs. His body stiffens, hesitant at first, before he sags against me and locks his arms around my waist. His face is tucked in the crook of my neck, nestled comfortably like it belongs there. I can feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

“It’s okay. Just keep holding me until you’re ready,” I whisper, combing my fingers soothingly through damp strands of his hair as his grip on my waist remains tight. Being the macho hypermasculine entity that he is, I know he doesn’t like it when I see him like this. But relationships are about sticking together through the good times and the bad. I’ll always be there to see him through both.

“I coulda sworn you won your match tonight. What’s wrong?” I lure him in with a coaxing peck to his shoulder, hoping to quicken his response time.

After several seconds of hesitation, he gives in. “I warned them both,” he starts to vent. “I knew it would come to this. You saw for yourself tonight what happens when you become selfish and greedy. All I ever wanted to do was keep my family together, elevate them and their careers. Those two ingrates turned against me and made me out to be some kind of monster. Conspired with the Elders behind my back and questioned my place as the Head of the Table. Now they’re at each other’s throats and our entire family looks weak! I warned 'em, I told 'em-”

"Hey, hey, hey,” I gently shush him, lifting his face so our eyes meet. My heart sinks from how despondent he looks. “Breathe, baby, breathe. Deep breath.” I wait for him to do so, feeling his chest rise and fall against mine, inhaling and exhaling. But his mind is clearly still on his cousins. 

“This is all on them,” he continues. “They refused to see the big picture and now it’s gone to shit.” He licks his lips and his eyes are glazed. “The family wants me to intervene, but fuck that. Not after they tried to destroy everything I’ve worked my ass off for the last three years. As far as I’m concerned, they’re dead to me.”

"Don’t say that. Families fight all the time. It’s going to be fine,” I vow, even though I'm in no position to promise such a thing. “Come here." I gently prompt him to turn around, and watch for a few seconds as the less scalding shower stream pelts his shoulders with water. The tribal tattoo adorning the right side of his back is majestic and intimidating up close, and I never pass up the chance to idolize the intricate design. “I want you to relax for me, okay?”

He reaches out and braces his hands on the wall in front of him while I run mine up his back to slowly knead his shoulders, working the tense flesh. His muscles are tight and I do my best to ease them up with my amateur masseuse skills, gleefully aware that I love touching him anyway.

I move down to the middle of his back, and he starts to relax under my touch. As I’m about to retrace my route, I lean in and press soft kisses to his back right before massaging that same spot. Roman exhales again, suggesting he is calmer now, but only just. He’s a tough man to crack, so it feels good each time I become more conversant with his…complexities, if you will. Our relationship is relatively new…We only just met in February this year. I was not a wrestling fan growing up, but I’ve since plunged headfirst into the circus-like controlled chaos that only a pro wrestler is capable of living in. In my defense, it’s easy to dive in when it’s with a man as sweet, charming and criminally sexy as Roman Reigns. Of course, it’s not all rainbows and roses; his prolonged absences, our bitter exes and his psychotic fan girls spring to mind. But I won't change a thing as it’s only made us stronger together. Every day I wonder where he has been all my life, and I want to be with him forever. Yes. I’m in that tight of a chokehold. It’s a whole lot sexier when he’s actually doing the choking.

“You know, other people woulda buckled under the pressure and responsibility long ago. But here you are, standing tall despite the setbacks. That says a lot about you, big boy,” I say to him, my hands still at work. “You’re still the Champ, the longest reign in the last thirty plus years. The twins may have turned their backs on you, but best believe I won’t. I never will.”

Roman scoffs cynically and shakes his head. “Right. Everyone leaves me in the end. Seth. Mox. My ex-wife. Sami. Even Heyman abandoned me once. Now my own cousins.”

“Well, I ain’t none of them,” I answer smoothly, as he turns around to face me.

“I'm not a bad person, Y/N,” he insists, his eyes pleading, as though he’s desperate for me to believe him. I do. I take his hands in mine and stare into his chocolate-colored eyes. 

“I know you’re not. You’re not afraid to speak your mind, and you don’t take shit from nobody. You’re passionate and you stand your ground and fight for what’s yours. There’s nothing wrong with that at all. In fact, it’s sexy to me.”

His eyes twinkle mischievously at my choice of words. “Sexy, huh?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m learning a lot about this sweet, sexy man I’m sleeping with and falling in love with.”

The sudden silence that follows is amplified by the rush of the shower water. The look in Roman’s eyes is so intense that my knees grow weak. It’s not the most picture-perfect setting to utter the L word for the very first time, but witnessing first-hand the ferocity with which he defends his pride and his legacy has sparked a wave of awe and devotion and yes, love…through me that I can no longer keep to myself. 

"I'm sorry I came back so late. I needed to clear my head,” he says softly, his hand lifting to caress my cheek. The anger in his voice has disappeared, while his eyes and demeanor are much softer…My little declaration has penetrated his armor. He looks down sheepishly at his feet and wets his lips before speaking again. “I kinda feel like I’ve been neglecting you, too…” he adds.

He’s such a sweetheart. To be fair, he’s made up for it by flying me to London, New York and now Detroit to be with him. The beautiful part is, I know I’m not the only one in love…His actions and gestures lately have spoken volumes. But if he’s not ready to say it back, he doesn’t have to. I just need him to know that he has my heart and I’ll always be by his side no matter what. 

Pressing my body more firmly against his, my arms wind around his middle as I leave delicate licks and kisses all over his tattooed pec, right over the spot where his heart beats. I hope every day that it’s me his heart beats for. 

“I know how frustrated you are about what’s going on. It sucks to feel like you’re losing control,” I tell him, staring up at him through my long lashes. “I can do something for you, Daddy. I could give some control back to you. I can make you feel better,” I offer, my voice as soft and seductive and as enticing as what I’m proposing. My mouth applies more pressure to his wet skin, and his breath hitches when I suckle the shell of his earlobe. “However you want me tonight, you can take me. Just say the word and I’m all yours.” My hands slide down to scrape his firm backside, and his dick twitches between our naked bodies, the exact reaction I yearn for. 

For a long moment, he says nothing, only stares at me with his smoldering gaze. The energy simmers between us, and it boils over when he grabs my face and presses his lips to mine. Instantly my skin prickles and my heart pounds as we plunge headlong into each other. Our heads tilt from side to side, our tongues dance together as the water cascades around us, and I lose myself to the heat of our embrace. 

Feeling dastardly, I break the kiss to slip his finger into my mouth. My lips drag along his long index finger, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. I suck on it like I am sucking something else, bigger, and the memory has him groaning deeply, his erection straining impatiently against my belly.

“Get on your knees and do that with my dick,” he orders.

Now we’re talking.

Leaning in for one more kiss, I trail my tongue along his throat and down his torso until I’m kneeling on the tiled floor. I wrap my right hand around the base of his engorged dick and tug gently on it. He lets out a quiet whimper, and it is a massive turn-on to know I can elicit such a response from this specimen of a man. Watching him succumb to me is always sexy as hell.

His cock jumps in my grip when I roll my tongue around the tip. He inhales sharply, moving his hands behind my head, and squirms as I lavishly lick along the underside, teasing him. I luxuriate in his throaty groan as I then slowly make him disappear inside my mouth. I stroke and suck simultaneously, relaxing my throat to take him in deeper with every bob of my head.

"Fuck yeah," he pants, his fingers sinking into my scalp. “Suck my dick, beautiful. Don’t fuckin’ stop...”

Right now, I’m all about obeying Daddy. Staring up at him with hazy eyes, my tongue twirls around the base of his dick again before I switch to more intense suctions, my cheeks hollowing as my mouth glides hungrily up and down his entire length. His moans and gasps echo around the enclosure, causing my pussy to moisten and throb with lust. Gripping the back of my head, he holds me all the way down on him, my lips touching his pelvis. He withdraws and then pushes back in, rolling his hips to go even deeper down my throat. "Shit, your mouth feels so good, babe," he moans, a ravenous look in his eyes. My fingers slip underneath to play with his balls while I suck and tongue him down, and I’m rewarded with another desperate groan. I’m so aroused knowing I’m bringing him so much pleasure. 

Suddenly his pace quickens, his hips pumping, fucking my mouth more aggressively. Saliva spills down to my chin as his long, thick cock slides more easily in and out of my mouth. Roman lets out another moan before holding my head down again, exploding down my throat with a harsh grunt. He collapses against the shower wall, catching his breath as I pop him out of my mouth and pat his cock against my tongue. Once upon a time, I used to be uncomfortable letting my exes finish in my mouth. I talked about it with Roman, and he was fine with it. But there was something in me that wanted to please him to the fullest, and not long after our first time together, I changed my mind. It’s an experience I learned to fully commit to, and I haven’t looked back since.

"That was fuckin’ amazing. Come here," Roman lauds, tugging me up on my feet and sweeping his lips along mine. "I'm so glad you were awake." The timbre of his voice, deep and laden with desire, sprouts goosebumps all over my skin. 

"I don’t sleep as good without you," I reply, running my fingers again through his hair. He leans down and scoops my right breast into his mouth. I moan as the sensation zips straight to my loins. His hands glide down my back to squeeze and caress my ass. He keeps me tight against him, pressing himself firmly on my stomach. Feeling him so turned on sends more chills through my body. 

"You know we ain’t done, right?" he says, “We just gettin’ started, baby girl.”

"I hope so..." I reach behind him to turn off the shower. Handing him one of the bathrobes, I wrap myself in another one and open the shower door, taking his hand and leading him back to the bedroom.

We stand at the side of the bed and he undresses me, dragging the robe off my body. I can’t help but blush as he ogles me like he’s seeing me naked for the very first time. He cups my breasts, rolling them in his hands as he kisses me passionately. I tug his robe down his shoulders as I kiss him, my tongue bossily claiming every inch of his mouth as my own. His hands travel all over my naked body, heating me up with his stimulating caresses. He tells me all the time how much he loves my curves, but this is more than that. He’s prepping me for an onslaught. He is about to manhandle me like the sex god that he is, and my breathing quickens and my loins pool with anticipation.

Roman detaches his lips from mine out of nowhere, a devious smile on his gorgeous face. He shoves me onto the bed, flat on my back right on the edge with my legs spread. I can’t hold back my moan as he strokes his dick while stepping between my thighs. The sight of his muscular right arm flexing as his fingers strum his long, hard cock, makes my clit throb. 

Ever observant, Roman notices me staring and smiles smugly. “You like this baby? Want me to jack off for you?” he asks, tugging and smacking his dick a little harder, a bead of pre-cum oozing out the tip, and my thighs clamp together to relieve the maddening pressure between them.

“Dude, no! I want it in me,” I practically admonish him, almost offended that he thinks I want anything else. I’m about to bust right now just looking at him.

His smile widens, and he takes my knees and yanks them in opposite directions. He’s enjoying this, torturing me, making me beg for him. “My little slut is so needy. Don’t worry, baby, Daddy will give you what you want.”

As his face nears mine, I instinctively reach up to touch him, but he grabs my wrists and pushes them back down to the mattress above my head.

"Uh-uh. I got plans, baby girl," he informs me with a brief kiss. He searches around for what ends up being his bathrobe and draws the long white belt off, twisting it around his hands and tugging it ominously. We lock darkened eyes, and his tongue swishes hungrily across his lips.

“Gimme your hands.”

I obey. He takes my right hand first, and then my left, crossing my wrists together and winding the belt firmly around them, before pushing my hands back above my head. I’m flat on my back and all tied up with my ass halfway on the bed, legs spread, naked, cunt exposed and at his mercy. I love it. I love that he trusts me and is comfortable enough with me to explore his kinky side. I trust him, too. I’m proud to be the fucktoy of my Tribal Chief.

“Jesus, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he groans, his eyes raking down my prone frame like he’s famished. My breath catches as I watch him tie his wet hair in his trademark man bun. Then, he bends down between my legs, breathes hard on my clit and then sticks his tongue out to lap at my folds. Right away my body jerks, blooming with sensual heat. He starts licking me with longer strokes, working his tongue all over the surface of my pussy lips, then he breaches, jabbing his tongue in and out of me with expert precision. The quiet of our room amplifies the erotic audio between us; my staccato breaths, his lazy slurping, my wet pussy splashing against his deadly tongue. Then, to murder me, he closes his mouth around my clit and starts sucking it lightly. That’s a big ass mouth, and it takes everything in me to not scream from how good he’s working me. He keeps glancing up at me; I know he’s getting off to my moans and my attempts to grind against his face. He takes me hostage, his muscled arms winding around my thighs to hold me down while he feasts. His soft groans against my flesh, the warmth of his breath, the scratch of his beard on my inner thighs…The combined stimulation is toe-curling, with wave after wave of pleasure bombarding me like a thunderstorm.

“Don’t come yet,” he instructs unexpectedly, and I’m about to cry. His mouth feels so damn good. He continues sucking and licking, wreaking havoc on my sensitive core. I grip the sheets tighter as my back arches off the bed. “Fuck, Roman, please!” I cry out, damn near begging for release.

Of course, my pleas are ignored. He twists his tongue inside me, gifting me with more strokes over my pussy and my engorged bundle. The decadent rhythm of his mouth and tongue on me is edging me dangerously closer to a mind blowing nut. Just when I’m certain I’m about to disobey him in the worst way, he pulls away, his full lips glossy and shining in the lonely lamplight by the bedside. I don’t know whether to be upset or relieved. He licks all the way up to my chest and clasps my left breast in his hand, worrying the sensitive nipple between his fingers while sucking my other breast in his mouth. 

"Imma fuck the shit outta you," he whispers to me in a rough and raspy voice, his dark eyes gleaming.

His promise is a direct hit to my groin. "Do it, Daddy. Do that shit," I gasp, squirming under his touch.

He brushes our mouths together, and I sigh softly as my own juices melt from his tongue onto mine. Roman stands upright at the bed’s edge, bends his knees and rubs the tip of his shaft along my slick, softened folds. He lunges forward in one fluid motion, his lips parting in a moan as he slowly slides inside me. I bite down on my bottom lip, my eyes glazing over with pleasure when he draws back out, leaving just the tip, before plunging in again with a sharp snap of his hips. It feels like the wind has been knocked out of me.

"I'm inside of you, baby. This what you want? Want me to take this pussy?" he asks with another deep thrust, his big dick nestled in my warm wetness, and it’s driving me wild.

"Yes, take your pussy Daddy, fuck me," I plead, my voice catching on the desire and lust washing over me. 

With that information, he hoists my legs onto his shoulders and picks up the pace, pushing in deeper and filling me to the brim like he always does. I’ve told him more than once that he belongs inside me, and the pure pleasure in his eyes every time we fuck says he agrees wholeheartedly.

"Shiiit, baby, right there, that feels so good…" I whine, feeling him nudge right up against my hilt. He pulls back for a second, and I watch as he holds my legs open and a thick glob of saliva spills from his mouth and onto my pussy. Before I can fully process this, he slams back into me, more easily now, snatching my breath from my lungs. His fingers grasp my hips as he pounds me, slow and balls-deep, to the point that I’m seeing stars. My restrained hands claw at the sheets above me, searching for some kind of leverage as he dicks me down. He has total control of my body and he’s using that power to make me take every inch of him, literally and otherwise. My eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open as my chest begins to clog and my head begins spinning from his long, lethal strokes. 

His hulking upper body closes the space between us and descends on top of mine, bringing us chest to chest. "Breathe, sweetheart," he tells me, and on command, I draw in a raspy breath, alleviating the discomfort in my chest. His evil little smirk tells me he is enjoying every second of my agony. His arms stretch upwards, brushing over the cotton material of the belt securing my wrists and twining his fingers around mine. His muscles flex and ripple as he keeps pumping into me. He nuzzles the spot where my neck and shoulder meet and bites down on it, making me call out his name.

"Goddamn, this pussy good as fuck. Every damn time," he grunts. His hands tighten around mine as his pounding thrusts switch to salacious rolls of his hips, grinding deliciously against me while he swallows my moans, his tongue slipping inside my mouth for another hot, sloppy kiss. My legs wrap around his waist, my ankles locked behind his back to keep him to me. 

"Tell me again, baby. Tell me you love me,” he rasps in the middle of our intense kissing.

“I love you, Daddy, mmm,” I moan back, my heart pounding as hard as he is pounding me. It’s a stunning mix of the emotional high of love and the carnal rush of lust that I’ve never felt before with anyone else. 

“Yeah, you love me?” He searches my eyes, as engulfed in the throes of passion as I am.

“I do, Roman, I love you so fuckin’ much...unnhh my god…”

He has moved off of me, seizing my legs from around his waist and shoving my knees into the mattress. There’s no time to miss the warmth of his body as he’s back to his rough, brutal strokes, drilling me over and over, stuffing my pussy with his cock. It’s like the animal in him has been unleashed, months of family strife spilling over and transferred to me via his increasing aggressiveness. As my orgasm builds in my stomach, I flex against my restraints again, my fingers craving to dig into his skin, to sink into him the way he’s sinking into me. With one more suffocating thrust, I break at last, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, my moans ringing around the entire suite as I tremble beneath him. His arrogant chuckle tickles my ears, clearly reveling in the blissful state he’s put me in.

Before I can blink, he grabs my waist and flips me roughly onto my belly, bending me over the side of the bed. Hovering over me, he unties the belt binding my hands, and I assume I’m free. But then, he tugs both my arms behind my back and re-ties my wrists together. I’m still recovering from the shock of my orgasm and this new position when his dick slots back in my cunt, and my mind is wiped blank, a strangled moan escaping my lips. Roman gives a few short, stabbing thrusts inside me before finding a rhythm he enjoys.

"God, you feel fuckin’ amazing, baby, so tight and wet for me. Damn,” he hisses behind me. Using his right hand, he slaps my left ass cheek and jiggles it. I gasp from the pain and the pleasure, making my pussy squeeze around his dick with a force that has us both groaning. My fingers scrape against his pelvis as he keeps his momentum, sliding in and out of me, in and out. Oh, fuck, it feels sooo good! He’s so long and girthy that I feel like I’m being split open, but I melt into submission and take it like the fucktoy that I am. 

His husky groans are my soundtrack as he fucks me into the bed at a savage pace, having his way with me. Clutching my ass in large handfuls, he spreads my cheeks open and plunges his dick deeper inside me, forcing me up on the tips of my toes. Using his thumb to scoop up my juices, he circles it around the puckered hole of my second opening, a keening cry tumbles out of me and into the sheets as he pushes it deep into the tight entrance. 

“Too bad we forgot the lube, I’da fucked this pretty ass all night long,” he says with another slap on my backside, and I can only whimper in response. Pinned face-down to the sheets, I can feel all of it. His thumb fucking my asshole, his magic cock stretching my other hole wide open, his powerful tree trunk like legs barricading mine against the side of the bed. My body is so riled up that my pussy reacts by leaking all over his cock, the gush of my nectar sending a pleasurable sensation through us both. 

“Mm-hmm, make a mess on my dick, baby, keep comin’ all over it,” he taunts me. He lifts both my legs off the floor and onto the bed, arching my back and spreading my knees wide. From there, he wraps his hand around my hip, his fingers pressing into my flesh, and he rocks me back and forth on that big ass dick, making me move with him. We moan together at how good we’re making each other feel. Every sound resonates through my heated body; the inevitable squelches of my dripping cunt, our skins smacking lewdly together, our sex filling the air with a familiar primal scent that belongs to no one but us. 

My brain is on sensory overload as he speeds up his thrusts, his balls slapping against my clit as he hammers into my pussy with newfound aggression. The pressure is building inside me at a dizzying, alarming rate, so much so that I use my bound hands to push again at his lower abs. This time I succeed in pushing him off, but only for a second.

“What’chu doin’? Don’t run, c’mere,” he growls, sliding his dick back in me right before it slips out, and I cry out as he impales me hard on his shaft. He spanks my ass hard for my bad behavior. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Take this fuckin’ dick.” 

Seizing my wayward hand in one of his, he buries himself in me, deep-diving in my g-spot, making my walls contract around his dick again. My voice is all but gone, I’m that spent. But Roman wants more. He’s an expert at coaxing more out of me even when I have nothing left.

"Tell me who you belong to, huh. Who’s my slut?" he demands, giving my ass an underhand slap.

"I'm your slut," I slur.

"What’chu say?"

"I'm your slut, Daddy," I enunciate with great effort, inebriated in a cocktail of love and ecstasy.

Another stinging smack on my butt.

"Louder." 

"I'm your slut!" I bellow, my voice cut off when Roman pins me down by the back of my neck, my cheek pressed into the mattress. This forces a deeper arch in my back, opening me up to be plowed mercilessly by his dick. The pressure of his fingers on both sides of my throat has me struggling for breath. I’m high from overwhelming pleasure right now, and that menacing coil that’s been winding in my belly finally snaps again. 

“Ohmygod…ohmygod…fuck, fuck, fuck!” My body explodes again, and I’m shaking like I’ve been possessed by a supernatural entity. I know Roman can feel it too, as he’s moaning and gasping, a handful of my vibrating ass cheek in his grasp because the grip of my pussy is about to break his dick in half. I’m reduced to a weak, moaning mess as somehow he continues fucking me senseless. Then, with a loud, hoarse grunt, he yanks his dick out of me. One squeeze is all he needs, expletives tumbling around my name as he comes all over my ass, warm, thick droplets spilling onto my backside. I can hear the wet, slippery skin on skin contact as he strokes out his nut, and the sound arouses me despite my thoroughly fucked disposition. 

“Fuck!” he moans out, leaning tiredly into me, his drained cock mashed against my ass. “Damn, baby. Damn.”

The rest of my lifeless body melts onto the bed, my arms limp on my lower back, my mouth hanging open. I’m barely cognizant of him loosening the belt from my wrists. When he’s done, he seizes my ass cheeks with both hands, slapping them together one last time before walking away from the destruction on the bed. I haven’t moved an inch. My ass is still in the air and my eyes are starting to drift shut. It won’t be the first time he’s fucked me right to sleep. However, before I succumb to the darkness, his deep voice rouses me. 

“Don’t go to sleep yet, baby. Come here.”

I force my eyes open and lift my head to search for him. He’s stretched out on the other side of the bed, watching me with unabashed amusement.

“We ain’t done?” I mewl, exhausted.

“Nope. But we’re taking a little break for now. Come sit on top of Daddy.”

That’s a dangerous position to be in, especially as his dick is still hard and covered in layers of my cum. But how can I ever resist my man? With all the strength I have left, I crawl up the bed towards my lover. His brawny arms wrap around my body and ease me on top of him. He grabs his bathrobe and wipes his mess off my backside, before rubbing my back and my thigh with those big callused hands of his. He feathers a kiss on my forehead, my nose and then my mouth, in the sweetest, most tender of kisses. "You're so good to me, baby. I appreciate you so much," he whispers against my lips.

"Anything for you, baby," I remind him, dabbing away the sweat from his forehead with the bathrobe. "Do you feel better?"

"I do." His soft, beautiful eyes gaze into mine, observing me. “I know that you worry about me a lot, and I’m sorry,” he says.

"Don’t ever be sorry. I always worry about the people I love. I just want you to be okay," I answer. 

"I know, and that means a lot to me. You have no idea how much you mean to me, baby girl. I think about you all the time...I feel at home every time I’m out there performing for the fans, but coming home to you is always my top priority," he tells me. His eyes shine with emotion. "I love being with you. I love calling you mine and me, yours. I’m so happy you love me, because I love you too baby, so much."

Oh my god. He’s said it. I’m not imagining it this time. Tears spring to my eyes but I quickly blink them away. "I love you, Roman," I breathe, and press my lips to his, grateful to have this amazing man in my life. Our mouths move sensually together as I glide my palms down the side of his face, smoothing out the bristles of his beard. He lets out a throaty moan at my touch, at my kiss. I could stay like this forever, but my baby needs his rest.

“You should get some sleep. You had a long night tonight,” I say. 

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I think you’ve forgot when I said we’re just getting started. It’s your turn to fuck me.”

“Damn, you were being for real huh.”

“Course I was. You’re my little fucktoy, aren’t you?” Two of his fingers rub across my bottom lip before slipping into my mouth, as he hypnotizes me with his smoldering, effortlessly sexy stare. “I can use you however I want, however long I want, as many times as I want. Right?”

I may be fatigued from the barrage of orgasms he’s blessed me with tonight, but I’ve since realized that no matter how tired I feel, I’m still greedy for that big ol’ dick. He’s turned me out and turned me into a raging nympho in the process. I nod thirstily, gasping around his fingers as I feel his dick stiffen against the swollen mound of my cunt, ready for me again. 

“Good girl.” His fingers slide from my mouth to join the rest of their counterparts down south. Together, the ten of them gather the supple cheeks of my ass, molding, caressing, a devilish twinkle in Roman’s eyes at the hunger shining in mine. “Recess is over sweetheart,” he announces. “Ride this dick. And this time, I’m nuttin’ all up in that sweet pussy of yours.”

Fuck, I'm such a slut. It’s almost embarrassing, the way my already battered pussy instantly flutters at his low, husky tone, at the thought of getting filled up with his seed. I reach down to grip his cock, sliding the tip along my wet slit to lube it with more of my juices. The shiver of his big body as I stroke him sends a thrill through me. His big hands envelop my hips once more as I lower myself down on his waiting erection, sending a jolt of electricity through our bodies as we begin the eternal, spellbinding dance of lovers all over again.

THE END

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[unknownperson246]

Part two of the freaky friday fic where Izzy and reader try to have sex while their bodies are swapped

Hii I’m so sorry it’s late but I hope you to enjoy it 💋💋

Part 1

Freaky Friday Part 2

Words: 856

Warnings: *smut* *fluff* *switched bodies* *p in v* *period mentioned* *painkillers used* *complaining* *hormones mentioned* *cussing*

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You woke up the next morning still stuck in Izzy's body. Izzy, who was in your body, was still asleep. You were so upset but it wasn't bad being in his body. He was attractive and he had women on him all the time. You were upset by getting touched by other women so you had to avoid the public. If you weren't back in time tonight for his concert he would have to be backstage shredding the guitar pretending that you were the one who was playing it. You forget about your stressful thoughts and smirk remembering what you and Izzy did last night while you both were swapped in each other's bodies. He enjoyed playing with your body. You loved playing with his cock while you were inhabited in his body. 

“Iz wake up,” You say tapping your shoulder with his finger.

As soon as he woke up he saw you in his body again. He used your hands to feel your tits realizing he was still in your body. 

“Fuck. When will this fucking end for good.” He said frustrated

You had never seen him angry he was always calm and mellow. He was stressed about being trapped inside of you. 

“I want to go back in my body” He started to cry while he was stuck inside of you.

“I know” You hugged him comforting him while he was in your body.

 You never got to experience hugging your own body and it brought you joy but you didnt show it for the sake of Izzy. You look at the date on the calendar that was hooked up to a nail. Izzy marked all his concert dates and interviews he had with the guys. “Izzy I might get my period soon,” You whisper to him while you hug him. 

“Period?” He says already finding it hard to cope.

“Y/N please take my mind off of everything,” Izzy says while he is entrapped in you. He had fun last night with you. 

You pull your legs that were his legs now. You pulled your underwear down with his hands. You grabbed his cock and stuck it in you. 

“Oh Y/N” He moaned while you were inside of him. You were in his body.

“I miss my dick,” He said whining to you.

“I know babe.” You said trying to comfort him.

He let you slide into your body. “How do you thrust” You asked having no idea how his movements worked inside of you. 

Izzy who was in your body grabbed your hips while you were in his body. He made you sway them back and forth. He used your hands to push his hips back and forth. He tried to correct your movements and make them perfect for both of you to have orgasms. As soon as he felt something in your body his hands dropped and his head melted into the mattress. 

“Oh Fuck” He moaned.

“It feels so sensitive”  He cried out while flashbacks of yesterday rushed through his mind. He remembered how sensitive you were down there. You knew yourself how sensitive it was for you and how it hurt sometimes. Since it was almost time for time of the month you wanted to make things easier for yourself and him in case you both switched back tonight.

“Y/N slow down” Izzy begged you while he was in your body.

You slowly keep thrusting making sure you don’t damage yourself or Izzy. You grabbed your hips with his hands that you were in control of and you put him at an angle. 

“Babe. I think I’m about to come.” He moaned in your voice as you thrust inside of Izzy's current body.

You saw your legs which were temporarily Izzy's legs shaking. You saw his temporary head go back. You kept going hoping he would finally come into your body. 

“Fuck Y/N” he cried with your voice.

You felt something in Izzy's body. You threw your temporary head back. You started to softly moan and let out heavy groans and soft grunts. “Fuck” You moaned as you tried your best to continue thrusting. 

Your thrusts got sloppy. Your legs started to shake at the same time as Izzy’s temporary legs started to shake. You dumped your seed which was Izzy’s seed in your body. You felt your cock soften because it was hard when you were thrusting into your body which Izzy was trapped in. Izzy felt your pussy pulsing. Instead of pleasure, he felt pain. 

“Baby it hurts,” he whined in your voice. 

You threw a bottle of Advil to Izzy who was in your body.

“Take some Advil it will help,” you say to Izzy who finally understands your body. 

He took some and put the bottle of the painkillers on the side table. You both feel very dizzy. You pass out on the floor while Izzy is still in bed. You both finally wake up in your own bodies. Later that night Izzy did his concert. You didn’t know he could be so sensitive with feelings. Although it could have just been your hormones he was experiencing. 

[torreshalstead]

what if your eyes looked up and met mine (one last time)

Summary - She must be hallucinating, he couldn’t really be here could he?

But the stranger at the bar was so incredibly familiar; the wave in his hair, the slope of his shoulders, his jacket. She knew that jacket. It used to hang in their apartment.

When he turned around she realised it wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

Jay Halstead was here. In D.C.

Notes - This is set in a slightly different universe to the previous fix-it I posted but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🫶🏻 also this is my 30th Upstead story! Happy Reading! ❤️ AO3 Link

It didn’t quite feel like home yet but she had started to settle in.

Hailey had been in DC for 3 months, she had found an apartment that fitted her perfectly and was well within her budget so had managed to move out of the government funded accommodation a month ago and if she never saw a mattress that thin again it would be too soon. Apparently memory foam was not something they had ever heard of. She had fallen in love with the coffee from a little shop round the corner from her new place and had quickly become a regular who no longer needed to give her order when she entered. She had continued with her running and had swapped the Chicago Lakefront Trail for the Mall, the early morning sun hitting the white sand just right as she tallied up the miles although now she was running because she enjoyed it not to keep her mind busy. A small change in mindset now allowed her to find the joy in the activity and look forward to the times she was able to pull on her running shoes and head out the door. She had made an effort to get out and explore on her weekends rather than sitting inside by herself and had ticked off a couple of the museums already.

No, it didn’t feel like home yet, but she was happy.

She had lived in Chicago all her life but here no one knew who she was, she was just another agent on a case or just another customer in a shop. The name Hailey Upton didn’t have anything attached to it, no history with her father, no ties to a unit with a less than pristine reputation, no failed marriage. Here, Hailey could be whoever she wanted to be.

She had tried to be more approachable and friendly at work, taking up her coworkers on their offers for after work drinks or sitting with them in the cafeteria at lunch time. It was baby steps but it was working - she had even been added to a group chat that she still hadn’t muted which was an achievement within itself.

When Hailey went home each day to the apartment which was still sparsely decorated but was purely her own, she knew she had made the right decision leaving her old life behind. Sure the goodbye’s had been difficult, walking away from everything and everyone she knew for a new city had been a lot but she had never once regretted it. The age old saying that a change is as good as a rest seemed to be ringing true, at least for her.

Hailey was just tidying up her desk, the stacks of files were threatening to topple over if they didn’t get returned to the filing cabinets soon when she glanced a look at the clock on the far wall.

6:30pm

And she was the only person left in the open plan office space. If this was Intelligence they would all still be there, ignoring the want to go home, pushing the thought of a home cooked meal to the back of their heads when the takeout was ordered or the vending machine raided. Kim would be on the phone to the sitter apologising again that the case had run long and they wouldn’t be home as early as planned. Intelligence had taken over every aspect of their lives and it wasn’t until she started her new job and had the opportunity to see what a work life balance was supposed to be that she even realised it. It was like they had been wearing blinders for years and she had finally been given the opportunity to take them off and see everything that had been hidden.

She was still learning not to be the last one out the building every night, but it was a learning curve.

Hailey remembered she had agreed to meet some of her colleagues at a wine bar downtown tonight. It wouldn’t have been her first choice of venue but it was all part of her new mantra to say yes to things and to expand her social horizons so she had agreed to go. She probably should have remembered an hour ago and then she would have had enough time to go home and get changed into something more appropriate for the location but she had gotten distracted and now it would be cutting it a little close to the time they were supposed to meet as it was. Still, she pulled the hair tie out of her hair and shook out her loose waves, took off her blazer and draped it over the back of the chair and headed out the door. Small steps she thought as she made her way out of the building and down the street.

Maybe they’ll serve whiskey at this wine bar, she thought.

That had been wishful thinking but she had been greeted with a large glass of Pinot Noir when she had arrived and Sandra, the loud and bubbly brunette who worked two desks over from Hailey, had ordered some olives and nibbles for the table which was well received.

The wine was nice, the company was pleasant and even Hailey had to admit the bar had a nice atmosphere. It was busy, most of the high top tables were full and there were people standing around just enjoying the music that was echoing from a duo of string players in the corner who were playing softly. In Chicago it would have been the sort of place that Hailey would have walked past and never dreamt of going in, she may have even scoffed if someone had suggested it but as she accepted a second glass of wine from the waiter, she realised she was enjoying it.

Maybe she could be a new version of herself in this city, one that enjoys wine over whiskey she thought as she listened in to the conversation about two people that she had only met once and whether they may or may not be starting a relationship.

Hailey was just thinking she should probably call it a night, she had planned to run a few miles in the morning before her shift when someone sitting at the bar caught her eye. It was a familiar head of brown hair, the slope of the shoulders, ones she would never forget thanks to how many times she had run her hands over them, a brown jacket that used to hang by the door in an apartment she used to share.

Used to share with her husband.

Her ex-husband.

Who was still in South America and wouldn’t be in DC.

But as he turned his head slightly, and her eyes locked on his, she felt her stomach drop onto the beautiful roman tiled floor.

She ripped her eyes away from his and stared at her empty glass, the dregs of the maroon liquid doing nothing to still her mind from the realisation that Jay, her ex-husband Jay Halstead, was sitting in the bar with her.

Should she go over and speak to him?

Surely if he wanted to speak to her, he would have approached her.

But then maybe he wasn’t sure she wanted to speak to him.

Hell, she wasn’t sure herself.

Her mind was running a mile a minute, scenario after scenario pulling to the surface only to melt away and be replaced with another one before she had time to comprehend the first. A huge part of her wanted to run. To turn and exit the bar, return to the relative safety of her apartment and wash her mind of ever seeing him again.

But another part of her wanted to see him, to speak to him, to confront him. To find out why the hell he was in her new city, in the very bar she was enjoying drinks at and just staring at her from across the room.

There was an aching in her heart, a tightening with each beat that couldn’t believe he was almost within touching distance. That if she just walked across the room, at most 10 paces, she could reach out and touch him, feel his skin against hers for the first time in years. And she wanted that more than she had ever let herself believe. She had told herself, lied to herself that she was over him. That the longing she had felt for months after he had left had disappeared, fizzled out and if she ever did get the opportunity to see him again, she wouldn’t want to, she could be the stronger person and turn away. She knew, as she looked at him in that moment, that she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t turn away.

‘I’ll be right back,’ she whispered to Yvette, the older lady who reminded Hailey of Trudy who was sitting next to her. She nodded in acknowledgment before returning her attention to the conversation which had now shifted to a local musical festival they were all thinking of attending the following week.

Hailey slid off her stool and walked over to the bar. To Jay. It felt like she was walking through molasses on the coldest day of the year when the snow was 3 feet deep. Each step felt harder, heavier and longer than the last, like it was an optical illusion and she wasn’t getting any closer to her intended target. In both less time and more time than she hoped though, she was just a step behind him.

As if sensing her presence, he turned around.

‘You grew your beard out,’ she said quietly, her eyes roaming over the familiar but unfamiliar features.

‘You cut your hair,’ he said, his own eyes locked on her face.

‘It suits you,’ she said.

‘It suits you,’ he echoed.

They stayed staring at each other in silence, essays of unsaid words hanging between them, speeches that neither wanted to start but both wanted to speak.

It was Jay who broke the silence. ‘I understand if you want to say no, but can we talk?’

‘It’s loud in here,’ was all Hailey said, she still wasn’t fully able to comprehend the situation she had walked herself into.

‘Tomorrow?’ He suggested, his eyes wide in hope but his voice gentle without any pressure. He was leaving the ball firmly in her court.

She nodded before the brain cells that controlled her speech had time to wake up and realise what the ones controlling her movements had done.

‘Outside the Natural History?’ He offered, his shock at her acquiescence obvious. ‘We can walk, maybe grab a coffee?’

‘Okay,’ she said, not louder than a whisper but he heard her. ‘Before work, 7.’ She added flatly and he nodded in agreement.

‘7 it is,’ he smiled and Hailey had to battle every part of her that wanted to fall into his arms at the look of that smile, every part of her that wanted to ignore every moment of the last two years, every tear, every unanswered phone call, every angry thought and just feel his arms around her again.

She turned around and headed back towards the table with her colleagues on it, feeling like she was a character in a video game that someone had just made walk in this direction, her movements not her own. And then when she turned back towards the bar and saw the empty bar stool and untouched whiskey glass on the counter, she wondered if she had imagined the whole moment entirely.

Because why would Jay Halstead be in DC?

Why would he be in this bar?

Maybe the two glasses she had drunk had been stronger than she thought, because the chances were just too slight. It must have been a hallucination - it was the only explanation.

——————————————————————————

‘I didn’t think you’d show,’ Jay said as she approached where he was sitting on a bench outside the Museum. Considering it was now 7:45 and they had agreed to meet at 7, it was a fair assumption. With anyone else she would have been shocked they had waited that long, but not with Jay.

‘I wasn’t sure I would,’ she admitted, her shoulders raising in a small shrug. She stood awkwardly a couple of feet away from him, unsure if she should take a seat and still not certain she had made the right decision to show up this morning anyway.

‘I’m glad you did,’ Jay said, his voice thick with honesty and genuine thanks. ‘Shall we walk?’ He asked.

Hailey nodded and the pair fell into step with each other quietly walking up the mall. The early summer sun was reflecting off the sand and Hailey wished she had had the forethought to grab her sunglasses on the way out of her front door. She had been slightly frazzled this morning so they hadn’t even factored on her radar, she had been more concerned with what she should wear. What did one wear when meeting up with your ex-husband who you definitely still had some sort of mixed up feelings for and hadn’t seen in two years and had appeared out of the blue? It wasn’t exactly something she could google - she didn’t imagine many people had the same issue.

She had settled on her navy blue work slacks and a pale grey short sleeved shirt with pleats running down the front. It was relatively non descript but it was also completely new. It was part of her DC wardrobe and as such meant it had no memories of them or their relationship weaved into the stitches. It was clean.

They walked in silence for a couple of minutes before Hailey broached the topic that had kept her awake and staring at her ceiling for half the night.

‘Why are you here Jay?’ It wasn’t accusatory, it wasn’t angry, it was simply matter of fact. A question she wanted to know the answer to.

‘Guess I should lead with that,’ he said. She could feel him looking at her, a glance of his eyes and a slight head movement every couple of seconds but she kept her focus straight ahead. It gave her the grounding she needed. ‘I went back to Chicago, to find you but you weren’t there.’

Of all the things she had expected to come out of his mouth, that wasn’t it. It shocked her to the point she came to a stand still, her eyes leaving their spot on the horizon she had been focused on to stare at him, her mouth a gasp. He smiled bashfully before continuing on their walk, Hailey a step behind him as it took her a moment to regain the ability to continue forward motion.

‘I went back and Trudy told me where you were. Took a little bit but she said you’d got a new job, she might have threatened me a little before telling me. So I got on a flight and came here.’ He spoke as if it was a foregone conclusion, like why else would he have done anything else. ‘I didn’t call because I didn’t want to impose on your new life.’ He added after a beat.

‘So you stalked me instead?’ Hailey quipped back.

‘You make it sound nefarious, but it wasn’t like that. I just thought if it was meant to be then I’d run into you, I went to a couple of bars close to where you worked and then I saw you.’

Hailey was trying to take in what he was saying but she was struggling to understand.

‘It was meant to be? Since when do you believe in fate?’

‘Since it led me to that bar and back to you.’

Hailey’s breath hitched in her throat, his words washing over her like a cold front.

‘What would you have done if you didn’t see me in a bar?’ She asked.

‘I hoped I would.’

‘And if you didn’t?’

‘I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet,’ he admitted, his boots scruffing lightly against the sand as they continued their way south on the mall. The silence was thicker now after his reveal that he had come here to find her. Before that moment Hailey could have written it off as purely a coincidence, that it had been just one of those moments that you couldn’t explain when you ran into somebody from your past in a place you least expected to see them.

‘What did Trudy say?’ Hailey asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

‘Told me I needed to be sure of what I wanted before I saw you, that if I got on the plane to you it needed to be for good this time, I couldn’t leave again,’ he echoed the sergeant's words back to her. ‘And I am Hailey, I am sure.’

She swallowed and nodded her head - he might be sure but that didn’t mean she was. She didn’t know what she was.

‘So you’re back?’

‘I am,’ he agreed.

‘Did it work? Getting away?’

‘No,’ he answered without taking a breath, without a single hesitation impacting his gait. ‘It made me lose you.’

‘You lost me when you walked away,’ she said without bitterness. The bitterness had ebbed away after the first few months, it was hollowness now that took its place.

‘I know I did, and I have never regretted anything more,’ Jay said, his voice cracking slightly.

‘Why didn’t you come back?’ She asked, hating the brokenness that tinged her voice, the pain that was still evident in her words. ‘Why didn’t you fight for us?’ For me.

‘I was a coward,’ Jay said. She stole a glance to her left, to see the man who for years she had known better and more intimately than anyone else, have genuine pain etched across his face, even the newly grown in beard couldn’t disguise it - his eyes told her everything she needed to know. ‘Didn’t think you’d want me and before I had plucked up the courage, the strength to reach out to you and be honest and admit my mistake, you filed for divorce.’

‘You stopped fighting, I had to too.’

‘And I never blamed you for it, I understood. As much as it hurt, I understood Hailey. I still do.’

‘You signed them,’ she said, the question unasked but obvious.

‘Of course I did,’ he said surely. ‘You asked me to.’

His words were true enough, she had asked him to. When she had filed and knew that the papers had been sent to him she sent him a text, a singular line and asked him to sign them. She had assumed he had wanted to and he never responded. Her message sitting on read until she had stopped looking at their previous conversations and had hidden them from view.

‘But you came anyway.’

‘I tried to be happy without you, to move on, you clearly were so-’

‘I was a mess Jay,’ she interrupted him. She needed him to know the truth, she didn’t know why but that she knew for certain. She couldn’t have him believe that she had brushed him off and that his leaving hadn’t left a deep hole in her that she was still healing day after day.

‘You left Chicago.’

‘I did, I got a new job and came here and I like it, Jay. I really do.’

‘Are you happy?’

She took a moment to respond, to consider his words, the question he was asking. ‘I am.’

‘That’s all that matters,’ Jay said lightly. She wanted to look at him again, to see if his face matched the words that he was speaking but she couldn’t do it, she kept her focus down at the ground, watching as their feet walked in tandem.

‘Where will you go now?’ She asked, her mouth voicing a question she wished she didn’t care to hear the answer to. But she did.

‘That depends,’ Jay said.

‘On what?’ She asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.

‘If I burnt every bridge with you or if there’s even a slight chance I can earn your trust back.’

The belt that had been tight around her chest since she had seen him last night constricted even further, the breath in her lungs vanishing and her heartbeat quickening in an attempt to make up for it.

‘I don’t know,’ she said honestly, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing the spot on her ring finger that she still hadn’t got used to being empty.

‘That’s not a no,’ Jay spoke slowly, a voice she had often heard him use with children or people in pain on multiple cases. The voice he used when he didn’t want to spook them.

‘I need time Jay,’ she said breathlessly, the tightening not offering her any reprieve.

‘I’ll give you all the time you want, Hailey.’

‘I can’t be the only thing keeping you in DC,’ she said quickly. ‘You can’t stay here just for me.’

‘I’ve got an interview tomorrow. Training Academy with the feds. Thought it was time to try something new���

‘Good luck,’ she said and meant it. Jay had always excelled when training recruits, she had often imagined him taking up a position at the CPD academy when he decided field work wasn’t what he wanted anymore.

‘Can I let you know how it goes?’ He asked gently.

‘I’d like that,’ she felt the corners of her mouth upturn in a small smile. The first smile she had felt since spotting him on the bench and swallowed her pride to walk over to him.

‘And Hailey?’

‘Yes Jay.’

‘I truly am sorry.’

‘I know,’ she nodded. ‘I am too.’

‘Is it enough?’

‘It might be,’ she said. ‘I hope it is.’

‘Me too. Me too,’ he said and the silence fell over them again except this time it wasn’t as heavy or raw. It felt hopeful. Like the future she had once envisioned was coming back into focus again, a little changed, a little different but a possibility.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Foxy Coltrane x AFAB!Reader x Carlos Perro || Smutshot

Plot: Your crazy boyfriend Foxy helps you fulfil your M/F/M threesome fantasy.

Warnings: porn with miniscule plot. lack of much context, sorry 😅 XD threesome smut. voyeurism/exhibitionism. age difference/daddy themes. cumming inside. unedited filth; i wrote this distracted.

Tagging: @slxsherwriter

You're breathing heavily, squeezing Foxy's familiar cock inside you with one of your legs wrapped over his hip, the feeling of being filled and his thrusts- sending you into nirvana.

Plus there's the nerves. Because Carlos, the cute motel runner you and Foxy clocked as soon as you arrived, is just behind you; his belt hanging out of the loops and his jeans fallen a little down his bony hips, and his cock half-hard rubbing against your ass.

"Hh... Please,... please... " You plead, breathily, pressing your forehead into Foxy's chest and your ass back into Carlos' pelvis, needy and desperate to have with two hot older men. The soft worn fabric of Foxy's old t-shirt makes it all the better- you love him. You love him for letting you have this, what you wanted as soon as you saw Carlos.

For wanting it too.

Your boyfriend is so cool.

"Hey man, you gonna take that ass; or not?" Foxy drawls, talking to Carlos with a shit-eating grin on his face. "You want to, man, I'm telling you." Fox gives a shallow thrust, rolling his hips lewdly upwards into your dripping throbbing cunt making you needier and arch your hips back into him. He sighs, still with that devastatingly handsome, grin on his face- though relaxed, now. "... good shit... "

"Yeahh, I am, I am! Trust you-me. It's just that it's been a minute since I had me a pretty thing like this- lemme savour it a sec, huh?"

"Heh. Go ahead."

"Mm-mm... Tell you what- sharin' ain't really Carlos' favourite thing, eh? How 'bout you finish up and I'll take her for a ride second." Carlos leans around your face and gives you a slow kiss on the cheek, rubbing your sides. "... how's that sound, pretty thing?"

Please.

Moaning, you lift your head up from Foxy's chest and peer at him. "'S that okay??"

"Yeah, baby, that's okay with me." Foxy would give you anything.

Turning your head to the side, you give Carlos a meek nod. "Sound good, sweetheart?" He asks in a sweet tone, a smirk on his face.

"Mhm... "

He squeezes your waist with his hands, comforting. "Okay good. Now I'll just sit back and enjoy the show then, huh doll? Carlos'll be hangin' right back here."

"Okay!... " Then you turn back to Foxy, and a listless gleeful grin literally slipping across your face. "You gonna fuck me now??"

"Hell yeah!"

~

Foxy made sure that Carlos had a nice view of you the entire time he fucked you, laying you down on the motel bed so your head hangs off the edge of the mattress, making you dizzy with the feeling of him pounding you. With every thrust into your tight, aching cunt you see Carlos pump his own dick through half-lidded eyes; him sitting across from the bed in on a rough-looking stool. The sight of the handsome bearded older man watching Fox's strong cock ruin you and ooze precum over it makes you arch your back and topple over the edge faster then you usually would. "Fuck- fuck- fuck!- "

Foxy chuckles gentle and shakes his head, before digging his fingers into the mattress on either side of your head and plunges himself as deep into you as he can- before cumming there.

You give a little smirk, feeling the substance fill you up. Because yeah, Fox's cool about sharing- but he wants people to know who really owns your ass. You think that's kinda cute.

~

After Foxy slips out of you, gives you a kiss, and zips up his jeans again before he makes the swap with Carlos. Then Carlos is straddling you; you give him a teasing, challenging look.

"Aww, lookit you, babygirl! Lookin' up at me like that... waitin' for more cock. You're greedy, huh?? Was'nt yer boyfriend enough for you??"

Foxy gives a gentle chuckle from behind you. "I'll give, man- she's hard work. Sometimes gotta fuck her all night so she stops squealin'."

"Welll, Carlos' happy to help~ "

You tilt your head back off the edge of the bed again to peak at Foxy, share a cheeky grin with him. You both think Carlos' is adorable, in an awkward and silly kind of way. Foxy gives you a wink.

"Great. Wake me up when she's done." He tells the man now gliding the head of his cock experimentally along your lower lips, making you tingle; waking your heat arousal back up again. After giving Foxy an even cheekier, scrunched-up look, you return your attention back to Carlos; scooting down the bed a little so your head isn't falling on such an achy angle anymore and wrapping your legs around your handsome new lover's hips.

"Ooookay, here goes." Carlos pushes his nice cock deeply into you, so Foxy's cum oozes around him and out of you which is vulgar and, a little gross, but s o hot to you. He gives a great sigh, his shoulders relaxing and eyes closing to feel such a hot, wet, tight thing wrapped around him once again. It looks like it has been a while, like he said.

Slowly he starts rolling his hips into you, giving you stooping, squelching strokes; fucking you slow and dirty.

It takes you a little longer to reach your peak this time but that doesn't mean that every thrust did not feel amazing on your clit. You finally cum when you trace your fingers up his chest and guide him down to press a kiss on your mouth. He kisses you open mouthed and needy, taking everything he can from you while he has you. When you moan, squeezing your leg around his hips and cumming apart under him Carlos starts fucking you harder, faster, until he suddenly bursts and paints your insides white again.

+Bonus:

"... Damn, that was a good show." Foxy pipes up, his voice husky with lust, smirking at Carlos when he looks up catching his breath. "Maybe I wanna fuck you now, man." The thought sends a thrill through your exhausted body. You look up excitedly at Carlos, gripping his shirt pleadingly.

"Heh, look man, I have been known to uh, taste from the other table, heh. S' you just let me know."

"I'm lettin' you know now."

"Okay then."

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Track Marks And Dial Tones III

Summary: In which we pause the dense and dark plot for nothing but smut…..for the most part at least.

Pairing: Clay Roach x fem!cop!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Content Warnings: Smut Bomb 18+!, Oral (F Receiving), Tongue Fucking, Fingering, Silent And Yet So Loud Body Worship, Two Idiots In Love Your Honor, They Are So Incredibly Needy For Each Other Oooof, Smoking, Brief Mentions Of Weed, Emotional Constipation, The Plot Be Twisting Folks!

A/N: I actively lost my sanity over this 🫡

Find Part I and Part II here!

Tagging the horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @basementgrl222

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel, can you feel my heart?

Can you help the hopeless?

Well, I'm begging on my knees

Can you save my bastard soul?

Will you wait for me?

- Can You Feel My Heart By Bring Me The Horizon

Curly, damp strands of Clay's glossy, brown hair slowly rendered warm against the skin of your thighs. His cheek pressed against the inside of your leg as his lips caressed your aching clit with countless, small kisses, his bottom lip ghosting over it in a way that drove you crazy, made your entire body tremble and quiver in the gentle touch of his hands that found themselves wrapped around right below the round of your behind.

He made you want to cry out, not in pain but in desperation, in need for more of his touch but Clay held you pinned down to the mattress, perhaps not with brute force but way more with the gingerly administered nips and squeezes of his lips against your aching cunt. You felt the wetness pooling out of yourself, every clench and throb around nothing pushing slick droplets onto his chin. Clay wasn't even touching you with his tongue yet and you still felt like thrashing and sobbing through your barely illuminated bedroom.

"Breathe, yeah?" He calmly hummed against you, his nose nudging against your public bone as his content voice vibrated through you.

" 'M trying…" It scrambled out of your mouth in a poorly choked back whimper, a line of thin but nonetheless powerful tears threatening to swap over your lower lash line.

"I'm not gonna do anything until I hear you taking a few deep breaths for me." Clay teased, the wicked grin on his face audible. He wasn't even trying to hide it.

"You're mean!" You huffed with lungs ablaze before you inhaled almost mockingly deep.

"Wonder what made you think I was nice in the first place.", His warm breath against the wet between your legs sent a wave of goosebumps all across your skin. "There you go…and another one, please."

Clay talked you through it, had the audacity to and you allowed him to, wouldn't have stopped even if someone had pressed a gun to your chest.

"Better?" He inquired, his eyes darting up to meet yours, a glint flickering up behind the blue of his irises as his lips dropped slightly agape.

"Uh-Huh.." You regained a morsel of your composure but not for long.

Not taking his attentive eyes off of you, Clay unwrapped one of his hands from around your thighs, bringing his slender fingers to delicately dip between your soaked folds until his index finger was knuckle-deep inside, exploring you with tender strokes of his fingertip. Just looking at him, watching his features light up in a curious desire for your body, felt like it was too much. The way he studied your features and the way your rib cage filled with air and fell back against the mattress after a cascade of needy, little moans slipped from your lips as he had slightly curled his finger inside you, left you feeling things you had hardly ever felt before.

You were burning up from the inside out…though not just with desire. There was something more to it, something heavier, more pulling, making you gravitate towards this man who was practically beaming at you through his lashes. As profoundly dumb as it sounded, you felt seen by him. Seen in the most honest way possible, a way that contained way more to it than sneaky kisses and naked skin. There were no secrets between you. You knew all about his habit, and his police record for that matter, whilst he had not only seen your scars but was touching them in this very moment, caressing them…treating them with nothing but his love.

"You gonna be the death of me…" You allowed your head to eventually loll into the pillow as your back arched against his finger, trying to feel him deeper down.

"Oh, I hope not." Clay sighed softly in amusement right before he, devilishly juxtaposed to his words, put his tongue flat against your clit, lapping at you with the full length.

"Oh, fuck!" It was enough to have your senses reeling and you hardly took notice of yourself reaching out to shove your trembling fingers into the curly mess of his hair.

Your fingertips grazed over his scalp, pulling a deep groan from the bottom of his lungs as he eagerly followed your nonverbal plea for more.

"Gonna make me cum already, Clay…" Your voice was but a shaky cry into the gradually more humid air of your bedroom.

"Please, I wanna taste you." His raspy tone got muffled down, lost in your throbbing cunt that started clenching down around his finger in the first earth-shattering contractions of your orgasm.

His tongue against you, the tip nudging and playing with your clit sent a breathtaking firework of bliss through every single muscle straight up into your brain. You heard yourself moan and whine out his name, your fingers taking a fistful of his hair as you shoved his face between your legs, riding your climax out on his tongue.

Little did you know that Clay wasn't done with you just yet. He may let his finger slip out of your overstimulated, wet pussy and went to gasp for air right after you freed his head from your deathgrip but only to look at you for a few raggedy huffs, his chin glistening with a glossy layer of your release. Clay didn't even bother to wipe his face clean, instead he went back in straight away. A surprised mewl fell from your lips as you felt his tongue snaking inside of you, the curve of his nose prodding against your still sensitive clit as he set out to work another orgasm from your body by fucking you on his width of his tongue. Even after that, he wouldn't just let you get up, no. The madman fucking you with the girth of his tongue for what must've been two hours at least only let you slip and shimmy out of his tender grip after a third and final orgasm had rendered your brain into a puddle.

"Please…", You begged unto him with a sore voice, "I can't, I-... need air, please, Clay, fuck. Maybe a cigarette, too."

"That truly sounds like something." He chuckled lightly, drawing his arms from your thighs before crawling up next to you, letting his body thud down whilst smiling at you.

You'd never seen him smile like that before and it made your chest fill with a sense of warmth whilst feeling it tightening up in painfully equal parts. You tried to shove the latter sensation to the side, your eyes searching his to help you with that.

"Didn't know you smoked." Clay stated with softly arched brows, his chest rising in heavy inhales.

"It's an off-duty guilty pleasure now. You should've seen me at the police academy. Used to run on nothing but nicotine and caffeine in various forms." You answered, your features softening immediately as the sparkle in the striking blue of his eyes washed away the heavy feeling in your lungs.

"Oh, what else is on the naughty list?" He pushed with a note of upright curiosity in his tone, turning his entire form towards you.

"Oh, I smoked a lot of pot during college." You laughed, tucking an astray strand of nearly dry hair behind your ear.

"You absolute rascal, you!" Clay mocked playfully whilst watching you reluctantly turn away from him to fish for a pack of menthol flavored cigarettes in your nightstand.

"I know, right?" It elicited a little snicker out of you before you got up from the bed and waddled towards your window.

"Whoops…my legs do feel a bit wobbly." You heard Clay behind you giggling at your comment and the sheets shuffling.

"Absolutely not sorry about that." He remarked, taking a seat in front of you on the windowsill as you opened the window, nudging the open package towards him first before taking one for yourself.

"What about you… I mean…" You tilted your head towards the bed, implying that you'd been satisfied for sure.

Clay took his time to answer, lighting the cigarette first with the lighter residing on the wood of the windowsill and taking a deep drag before smacking his lips, pondering over his words.

"No…not, not now. Would like to feel you properly when I'm clean.", He halted for a brief moment, a tint of red creeping up to his cheeks, "I mean, like…if you'd want it, too."

At first, the boyish insecurity in his answer wanted to charme a laugh out of you but right in the next instant the reality of things hit you.

"I, uhm, well…", You started stumbling over your own words as well, "Listen. I wouldn't-… I wouldn't exactly be mad about this not being a one-time-thing, you know?"

"Okay.", He noted with a faint smile ghosting around his lips, "Then it's on the table."

"One step at a time." You felt stupid saying it just like that but you couldn't help yourself.

Instead, you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. The taste of yourself mixed in with that of menthol cigarettes spreading all throughout your mouth.

Neither of you noticed that you weren't really that unwatched in the middle of the night. The click of a phone camera went unheard as Agent Rohr narrowed his eyes down at the display.

"Oh, missy.", He chuckled to himself, taking another set of pictures just for good measure, "Not you fucking the junkie. Nice tits, tho."

[senditcolton]

In A Week

a/n: i was about to say i’m going literal with this one but that is, thankfully, not true. (y’all do know this song is about a pair of corpses rotting in a field, right? but it is very romantic which is peak Hozier)  word count: 0.9k warnings: vague reference to past sexual activities. gender-neutral reader!

Our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow.

The gentle chirping of birds and the sound of their fluttering wings through the trees are what wake you from your slumber. A pleasant change from the noises that you often heard first thing in the morning; the sounds of traffic and shouts from the city that never sleeps.

Your eyelids flutter open and in the bleary haze of your eyes adjusting, you can only make out the green and brown of the world around you.

The unfamiliar scenery wakes you more, a jolt to your system. However, it only takes a few seconds for your mind to catch up, reminding you about the night before.

Mat and you dragging the air mattress out from the cabin closet. Carrying it down to the clearing by the lakeshore, along with every blanket you could find. The sound of the crackling fire, it’s heat warming you in the night.

The feeling of Mat’s body above yours, his lips on your skin, the stars your only witness.

Last night… it was perfect.

Your body twists, rustling the soft blankets that were piled on top of you, gently stretching as the sky grew brighter. After chasing the lingering fatigue from your body, you turn to look up at Mat, still sleeping peacefully.

He looked beautiful. He always did. But when he was sleeping, it was a different kind of beauty. The beauty of existing. The troublesome wrinkle between his brow that appeared when he was stressed didn’t materialize. His eyes never drifted off into his worries about performance or standings. He never ran a hand though his dark hair with anxiety, tousling the strands.

Here, he just lived.

Every off-season, you never wanted him to go back to New York. Perhaps it was selfish. But it wasn’t just for your benefit. It was for his too. He would be away from the never-ending pressure, the failures, the struggles through injury, through doubt. He would never have to go through trades, or scoring droughts, or any of it.

Here, in Vancouver, in his lake house, it could be just you and him. It could be perfect.

It was a silly fantasy though. One you often relinquished. Because that wasn’t who Mat was. Even if he did agree to never go back, it would be a lie. He loved the game too much to abandon it. And you loved him too much to ever ask him to.

So, you took these moments where it felt like the world couldn’t touch either of you, and held them close to your heart.

You might have to share him with his teammates, his coaches, and hundreds of fans. But you didn’t have to give them all of him. There were some parts that were solely yours.

Your hand moves without really thinking, brushing some of the strands of hair away from his forehead, a small huff of laughter falling from you as his nose crinkles, the motion waking him.

He stretches with a gentle groan before rubbing his eyes, blearily opening them. You can see he has a similar reaction to his unfamiliar surroundings, not remembering the events of last night for a moment before his gaze catches yours. The smile that appears on his lips warms you from the inside and you welcome the feeling of his arm coming to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

“Mornin’,” he mumbles, his lips coming to press a small kiss onto your forehead.

“Good morning,” you whisper back, eyes remaining on his before you lean in to properly kiss him. His lips are soft against yours and it doesn’t take much for you to deepen this kiss, sighing into him as your body rolls on top of him. His hands help guide you before lifting to cup your jaw.

The two of you continue like that for a little while, lazily swapping kisses, only occasionally breaking apart. Finally, you pull away, your eyelids fluttering open to look down at him, that gentle smile playing on your lips. An expression which is mirrored on his.

The cold morning air could be blamed for the shiver that was sent down your spine. But that would be a lie. It was the way Mat’s thumbs caressed your cheek, his movements never failing to draw a reaction from you. You press on last kiss on his lips before collapsing back to his side, nestling closer as your eyes turn to the sky.

You feel his hand come to grab yours underneath the blankets and you gladly intertwine your fingers, a sigh falling from your chest.

The two of you lay there in silence; listening to the birds and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore, watching as the sky turned from its grey to orange to pastel yellow and blue, the wispy clouds disappearing in the heat of the sun. It isn’t long until Mat’s voice sounds, breaking through the early morning silence.

“I love you.”

You sneak a glance up towards him and find him already looking down at you, his words clearly reflected in his eyes. The smile that tugs at your mouth is instinctive, one he was able to bring forth so easily. You relax back against his side, your grip around his hand tightening.

“I love you too.”

There is nothing else you could say. There is nothing else you want to say.

That was the truth in its entirety – as sure and constant as the rising sun.

[huffle-dork]

Swap Beyond the Crystalverse Chapter 18: Resurgence

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix Read Swapboys | Read Crystal’s AUs

Other Multiverse Stories: SITCV | SATCV | GITHV

SBTCV Masterpost

Bro follows Marvin's car from above as they head back to the hotel. It's dark, so luckily no one notices him or Jackie high in the sky. After a while, Marvin turns into a car lot of a tall four-story building. This is it, the Sola-Ray Hotel. Marvin parks around the back.

Bro zips down with Jackie in his arms and then gently lands and helps Jackie to his feet. He grins, “Well dude? How was the flight?” 

“That was awesome!” Jackie grins excitedly. “Like a ride at an amusement park! Holy shit, dude!” 

Bro laughs and does a big dramatic bow, “Well! Thank you for flying Air Fantastic then my good sir!”

Marvin gets out of the driver’s seat, while Chase gets out of the passenger’s. “This is definitely nicer than the motel,” Chase says. “Not that the motel was bad. How’d you guys afford this place?” 

“Hotels aren’t that expensive,” Marvin says. 

“They’re pretty expensive,” Jackie says. “I have no idea how you managed to live in them for years.” 

“Got lucky with my big performance days, I guess.” Marvin shrugs. He looks back into the backseat of the car. “How’s Alt?”

Bro blinks back and goes to check the backseat too. Alt blearily looks up to Bro with pale eyes and not a lot of recognition before they flutter back shut. Bro sighs, “Still pretty out of it.” He opens the door and goes to scoop Alt up, holding him close to his chest.

“He can have the bed when we get back to the room,” Schneep says, getting out of the car. “Or, ah… one of them.” 

“The beds are going to be a problem,” Marvin mutters. He’s standing at the side door into the hotel, unlocking it with his room key. “We only brought one inflatable mattress. And there’s only room for two people on each bed.” He opens the door and gestures for the others to follow him inside. “This way. We’re on the second floor so we’re taking the elevator.”

Bro follows after them, “Oh you guys are so nice but I think I have enough on me to get us a room! We gotta figure out what we’re doing next anyways… I’d hate to take up all that space too.”

Are you sure? JJ asks. We’d be happy to share. 

“I don’t think we’re able to share, that’s the problem,” Marvin says, leading the way to the elevator. 

“Besides, there’s clearly a lot we need to talk about,” Chase adds quietly. 

“Here, other Chase.” Marvin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card of some kind. “Go get a room in the lobby, show them my member card and ask if you can have a room close to 222. That’s ours.” 

“Heheh. 222.” Jackie giggles. 

Bro blinks in surprise, “oh…” He then smiles warmly and nods, “Okay, thanks Marvin…” 

“You are not going to make him carry his brother around while getting a room, are you?” Schneep asks, frowning.

Bro looks back at Schneep then down at Alt and frowns, “Oh yeah… that’s be kinda suspicious… or like- would worry the staff. So, your room first then.” He laughs.

“Right, yeah. Oops.” Marvin laughs a little. “Up we go, then.” 

One short elevator ride and walk down a hall later, and they arrived at the room where Marvin, Jameson, and Schneep are staying. 

“You guys get a balcony?” Chase notices. “No fair.” 

“Hey, you’re staying here for the night, so it’s yours now too,” Marvin says. 

“Here, put Alt here.” Schneep gestures to the nearest bed.

Bro whistles at the sight. “Damn! This is a nice hotel!” He goes to set Alt down then straightens back up, “Alright, you all hang tight- I’ll go get us a room.” He takes the card from Marvin and hurries back down to the lobby.

"We'll look after him!" Jackie promises as Bro leaves. 

Another short elevator ride later, Bro is in the lobby of the hotel. It's nice enough, if a bit generic. There's a woman behind the check-in counter wearing a blue polo shirt with the hotel's logo on the lapel, helping out a shorter red haired person wearing a pink hoodie. They seem to have been buying things from the hotel snack store--which is, apparently, a thing that exists, hidden in a small alcove next to the check-in counter. 

Bro blinks around the lobby and sees the people behind the counter. He hums and then comes over and leans on the counter, patiently waiting for the women to be done.

"Thank you," says the woman behind the counter. 

"Y-yeah, uh, thank you," says the other person. They quickly put their purchases in their hoodie pocket—looks like a bunch of candy bars—and then turns around. They blink, taking in Bro for the first time. "Uh... hi?" 

"Hello sir," the woman behind the counter says. "How can I help you?"

Bro waves, “Hi! I just need a 2 person room please- but if you’re busy I can wait!”

"Oh, uh—no, I'm done now," says the person in the pink hoodie. "You, uh... go ahead." They pause, then start slowly walking away, glancing back at Bro occasionally. Huh... weird. Bro blinks after the person in the pink hoodie. Huh… does he know them…?

"Alright, a 2 person room," the woman behind the counter says. "One bed or two?"

Bro looks back at the woman and smiles, “2 please.”

"Got it." The woman types something out on a computer. "Any preference or requirements on location?"

“Oh near 222 would be great! My friends are staying there,” Bro says.

"Alright!" The woman types out some more. "Oh, you're in luck, 219 is available." That room is down the hall a little bit. "How will you be paying, sir?"

“Nice that’s perfect!” Bro slides over Marvin’s card, “Here use this, please.”

"Ah, thank you." The woman takes the card and scans it. Then hands it back to Bro and grabs a couple keys from below the counter. "Here you go, sir. Enjoy your stay."

“Thanks! Have a good night!” Bro says cheerfully as he takes the keys and Marvin’s card back. He waves then hurries back towards the elevator to go back upstairs.

A short ride later, he's back on the second floor. And as he starts to go down the hall, he sees that same person as before--the one with the short red hair and pink hoodie. They're standing at a door--208, looks like--and as he shows up they quickly unlock the door and head inside.

Bro blinks again in confusion. He almost wants to call to the person but… that’d probably be weird. Maybe they’re just a bit unnerved by built guys- he’s gotten that before… he shrugs and hurries back over to other’s room and goes to knock on the door.

Jackie opens it up. "Hey!" He smiles. "You got your own room, then? Hey you want some popcorn? We're making some." At that very moment a beep goes off from inside the room. "Oh perfect timing." Jackie laughs.

“Oh fuck yes?” Bro says laughing as he walks back in. “And yeah! We’ll be in 219~”

"Hell yeah." 

The other guys are relaxing inside the room. Chase has claimed the other bed on account of his injuries and is laying down starfish style. Schneep has dragged the desk chair into the gap between the two beds so he can keep an eye on both him and Alt. Marvin is getting the popcorn out of the microwave. And JJ is sitting in the armchair with a book. 

"Did I hear you say 219?" Marvin asks.

“Yup that’s our room!” Bro grins, flopping down on the bed next to Alt. Alt mumbles a bit and then curls up. “We’re real lucky we got something close! Oh yeah here’s your card back, Marv.” Bro says getting up to hand him back the card.

"Thanks." Marvin grins and takes it. He then starts sorting out the popcorn into plastic cups that come with the room. Apparently there are no bowls. 

"Alt, are you awake?" Schneep asks gently.

Alt blearily blinks up at Schneep- his vision’s a bit blurry so he stares at him blankly for a second. He then rests his head on the pillow more and mumbles, “k’nda…”

Schneep lets out a breath of relief. "Good. Ah... I am sorry about earlier. I should not have... reacted like that. I-is there anything you need?"

Alt blinks a bit slowly, then shakes his head, “m’good Henny…” he slurs, his eyelids fluttering again. 

Bro looks back towards Alt with a concerned expression.

Schneep blinks. "A bit delirious, it seems." 

"He needs some more rest, I guess," Chase says, turning his head to look at him. 

“Yeah… we haven’t been home in a while too-“ Bro sighs. “Hopefully he’ll be better in the morning…”

"Maybe you should go somewhere quieter than a room with five guys. You think you can carry him to your room on your own?" Chase adds.

"I can help if you need it," Jackie says. "I'll at least unlock the door. It can be awkward to do that while you're carrying something."

Bro looks back at Jackie and is about to wave him off but then he laughs, “Sure dude, that’d be nice.”

"Got it." Jackie smiles. "Let's go, then. I'll carry the popcorn for you too." He picks up two of the plastic cup.

Bro laughs more and goes to grab up Alt, “Alright!” Before they get too far, Bro fumbles to get the key for Jackie and hands it to him before walking down the hall to their room.

Good night, B-R-O, JJ says. 

"Sleep well," Chase adds. 

"Hope Alt feels better after a rest," Marvin adds. 

“Thanks guys!” Bro calls.

Jackie walks down the hall with them, unlocking the door for Bro. The inside of the room looks a lot like the one the guys are staying in, though a bit smaller, and with only a large window instead of a balcony. Jackie puts the popcorn down on the counter in the small kitchenette area and the keys on top of the dresser.

Bro hurries to set Alt back down on a bed and replace his Ice pack before turning to smile at Jackie. “Thanks dude- guess it’s time for us all to get some rest, huh? It’s been a crazy day.”

Jackie laughs. "It hasn't even been crazy all day, it's been a crazy night. But... I'm really glad that I've found Chase. And that the others found me." He smiles. "We still need to talk about some stuff, I think. Personal stuff. But... I'm just so glad. Thank you for your help. Have a good night, okay?"

Bro beams, clapping Jackie on the shoulder, “I’m so glad we could help dude. Hope you guys figure it out and we’ll see you in the morning!”

"Yeah, see you!" Jackie grins. "Good night." And with that, he heads out, leaving Bro and Alt alone for the night. 

Bro smiles and then takes care of Alt- making sure they both can rest as easily as possible. He checks to make sure they still have all the TRVLR pieces and eventually flops into bed and passes out. 

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The morning comes quickly and Alt blinks blearily at the morning sun. He finally seems to have rested enough to be fully conscious as he stiffly pulls himself out of bed, rubbing at his head. “Hngh…” 

“Morning bro!” Bro says brightly, handing Alt the cup of popcorn. “the lads saved us some popcorn. But we can go get breakfast in a second.”

Alt nods and takes the popcorn, quietly eating as he tries to gain his senses again.

A few moments later, there's a knock at the door. "H-hello?" Schneep's voice comes from the other side. "Are you two awake?"

Bro hurries over to answer, “yeah! Good morning, Hen!”

Schneep is standing right outside their door, wearing a different outfit than yesterday, a sort of tweed button-down. "Good morning," he says. "I was not sure if you are morning people. But breakfast is happening downstairs right now. We could bring you something back if you want to sleep." 

“Oh I am! Alt isn’t,” Bro laughs. 

Alt grumbles. 

“Breakfast sounds brilliant.” 

Alt’s head perks up on the bed behind Bro, like a cat hearing someone fill their food bowl.

"Excellent." Schneep smiles. "Marvin and Chase are sleeping in a bit, but Jackie, JJ, and I are heading down soon. I will go tell them you'll be joining us. You let Alt know." He heads down the hall and goes back into the room.

Bro laughs, “Alright see you in a sec!” He looks behind him and smirks, “You feeling good enough for breakfast?” 

Alt makes a pouty face, “…maybe-“ 

Bro laughs more, “Get your shoes on then~!” 

Alt chuckles a bit then tries to glitch up but feels a bit dizzy doing so. But he shakes himself off and starts grabbing his stuff. Soon enough Bro and Alt head down to meet the others.

The attached breakfast area is a bit crowded. Half of it is filled with tables and benches, the other half has the food. Pastries, cereal, toast, drinks--and there are some machines to quickly make pancakes and things like sausages and bacon. Though there is a bit of a line. 

Alt warily sticks close to Bro as they enter the crowd, grumpily narrowing his eyes at everyone like a cat. 

"Hey!" Jackie waves at Bro and Alt as they appear. "Grab something and get over here!"

Bro waves at Jackie and grins. The boys go through the line, Bro getting lots of bacon and meat and eggs. Alt got pancakes, bacon and a bit of juice. Oh and of course, coffee for both of them. They head over to where they saw Jackie.

"Here, saved you two seats." Jackie points at the other two seats at the table. Which just happen to be the seats closer to the edge of the room, away from the crowd. Alt perks up as he sees the seats are away from eveyone and hurries over.

Good morning! JJ says cheerfully. He has some scrambled eggs and toast, as well as a cup of tea. Jackie, meanwhile, has bacon and eggs and juice, while Schneep has some waffles and coffee. How did you two sleep?

Bro chuckles and sits down, “Morning! Oh I slept grand- felt good to rest on an actual bed!” He grins. 

As soon as Alt sits down he starts digging into his food- completely missing JJ’s question until Bro nudges him. Alt blinks and then swallows quickly to mumble out, “…uh- fine. I think… still kinda dizzy but food will help. Probably-“ He shrugs.

Jackie nods. "Yeah. You did some crazy shit yesterday, with that other guy. With the eye-patch." He glances around. "I'm guessing he's not coming down? Maybe he doesn't need to eat?" 

“Oh Anti doesn’t need to eat, pretty sure,” Bro says. “…wait, no, definitely sure cuz he hasn’t eaten this whole time! He doesn’t sleep either- I remember that.” 

"Food will almost definitely help," Schneep says. "Even if you are getting sick or something. It will be better to have the calories to burn." He hesitates. "Do you... remember what I said last night? O-or have you forgotten? You were very out of it."

Alt has another full mouth when Henrik addresses him. He blinks at him comically before clearing his throat. “Uh- …did you… say something to me? Uh I’m sorry I… don’t remember much. All of it felt like I was uh- sleepwalking is probably the best way to describe it.”

"Ah... y-yes that makes sense." Schneep nods and shifts awkwardly. "I... want to apologize for... my reaction last night. I-I should not have... reacted so strongly. And I definitely should not have hit you like that." He shakes his head. "It is not your fault. Not your fault at all."

Alt blinks a bit more in confusion, then touches his sore nose. “Oh!” He looks away, poking at his food. “…thanks Schneep but… I-It’s okay… I get it…”

"It is not okay, but thank you," Schneep says quietly. "It is clear that you are not the same. I should have seen that." 

Jameson pats his shoulder reassuringly. 

Alt tries to smile and he nods at Schneep shyly. 

"Wow... serious mood first thing in the morning," Jackie says. "We had enough of that last night, didn't we? C'mon guys!" He smiles at everyone. "Let's just enjoy this while we can! How often do we meet people from another world? Never!" 

Schneep laughs a little. "I suppose you are right."

Bro laughs and tips his glass towards Jackie, “He’s right! You all can ask all your questions now~”

Henrik already asked Alt a lot last night, Jameson says. 

"Hey! I, well, I was curious!" Schneep says defensively. "And I still am." 

"Go on, then." Jackie took a bite of his bacon. 

"Ah. Well." Schneep's mind seems to go momentarily blank. "Where do you all live? The city and such. And Marvin is probably curious about your magic,. I will let him ask all the detailed questions, but do you have some sort of... magical organization? Or is there some sort of superhero organization? You have been to many worlds, yes? What are some of the strangest?"

Bro grins, “Fun ones! Okay uh- we’re from Brighton! No superhero organization- kinda just me trying my best.” He laughs. 

Alt takes a sip of his coffee, “There’s a magic circle back home but we try to avoid them. They don’t like the type of magic I do. Chaos magic at least- I learn from my mentor who runs her own shop and there’s a couple covens around.” 

“Oh strangest places!” Bro says excitedly, “the alien fish one sure was weird. But also very cool.” 

“Hmm… I think the last one we were in- the future one. It was on a huge space station- couple of you guys were aliens.” Alt adds. “Well- technically they were all aliens on that ocean planet too- just… merman aliens!”

Jameon's eyes go wide upon hearing Alt's recounts of magic in his world. We have a sort of magical government here. The Association of British and Iris Magicians. 

"ABIM," Jackie says, pronouncing it like a single word. "Marvin calls them the 'magic police.' He's not a fan, but that's just him not liking authority. They're actually pretty alright. 

Alt nods, “Yeah I’ve heard that name in a couple places… alright sounds about right.” 

“But enough about that. Aliens?!" Jackie says quickly.

Schneep is clearly fascinated. "Not just aliens, but--aliens who are merpeople? That is truly bizarre." 

“It was but it was cool! But they were also.. experiments? Technically we went to that place twice but… the second time was ah- messed up timeline…” Bro says. 

Alt subconsciously touches his jaw- where there’s a faint straight scar. 

"Are there superhero organizations out there?" Jackie asks excitedly. "They have to exist in one world, right?" 

Luckily Jackie changes the subject and Bro nods eagerly, “Yeah dude!! There’s a whole world where most of you have powers and are supers too! Well- some are villains but they do good! You’re a hero named Windstorm there!” 

"Wooooow." Jackie whistles. "That so much cooler than me calling myself Jackieboy Man. And the police calling me 'that red-clad vigilante.'" 

And there have to be worlds with lots of magic, doesn't there? JJ asks.

Alt looks to JJ and smiles, “Yeah there’s a couple! There’s a medieval would we went to that had a forest just teeming with magic. And one where you guys were fae creatures too. Oh- or the one with werewolves and vampires!”

JJ gasps. There's a whole variety of worlds out there! 

"There really is." Schneep is leaning forward, drawn into this. "But that all sounds hard to keep track of. You both must have been through so many. Seen so much."

“We really have,” Bro laughs, sipping his coffee. “…they’re all been great though- in their own way. Even the ones that sucked- we met good lads in all of them. Saved some people.” 

Alt smiles too, looking contemplative. “Yeah… it’s… it’s been hard but- so fun too… it’s good to know uh… we can do good… when we’re somewhere new.” He then looks down and finds his necklace and looks at it with a slightly sad expression. “…I am… kinda missing home though.”

Jackie nods slowly. "Well... why can't you go home now?" 

Because their device is still broken, right? JJ asks. You were looking for the parts. 

"Well if it is broken, how have you been getting place to place?" Schneep frowns.

“Anti was contacting another Sam who can open up rifts.” Bro explains, “The rifts are what caused the TRVLR to break in the first place- and they used to just pop up and take us to another random place. But Anti’s been watching over us.” 

Alt feels the TRVLR bag in his pocket. “…we might need to stop by the IRIS we found this at… see if they have some way to fix it. I think… I dunno. And we still have… another Anti to deal with too.” Alt sighs.

"Another one?" Jackie raises an eyebrow. 

Jameson pales a bit but he tries to hide it from Alt. 

"Hmm." Schneep purses his lips. "Perhaps you will need to go there. Or perhaps... well, I mentioned yesterday that our IRIS had blueprints for a TRVLR design, yes? That was a while ago. I would not be surprised if they progressed to construction by now. If we could find them, we may find something to fix your TRVLR. That is a big maybe, though. I am not sure how we could help with the other... the other one, though."

Alt nods, “That’s fair… he’s our problem to deal with.” His expression gets stormy at this, gripping tightly on his coffee mug. 

Bro sees this and hums slightly, “Either way with IRIS is gonna be tricky… those guys aren’t necessarily big fans of us- or… maybe they’re too big of fans… I dunno how we’d even be able to get in to see the plans!”

Schneep chuckles a little. "Well... I told Alt this as well, but... I have been undercover there for some time." 

“Wooahhh undercover?? Like a spy!” Bro whispers excitedly, “Bro that’s wicked!”

Schneep’s expression becomes serious again. "We were looking for Chase through them. They had him for some time last month." 

Jameson nods slowly. We could get in with Henrik's permissions. But the problem would be FINDING a location to use them at. 

"Marvin could help with that," Jackie says. "Maybe. If he can't, maybe Alt can."

Alt seems to come back to the conversation and blinks up at JJ and Henrik, “…they had Chase? Huh… and you guys… don’t know where IRIS is? How were you uncover there then?”

"We know where IRIS was back in Mirygale," Schneep says. "But we are more north now, I do not know if they have a location up here, I only know of the three around the city."

“Ohhh okay… I’m guessing we’re a bit far from Mirygale then?” Alt asks.

"Almost three hours' drive north," Schneep confirms.

Alt shudders. “Yeah- not sure I’m up for that.” 

Bro laughs, “We could look around and see! Having permissions makes it wayyy easier than going to where we found the TRVLR!”

"Maybe you can check something on a computer?" Jackie asks. "If they have access to databases from the outside, I know some agencies don't do that." 

"Yes, IRIS is one of those organizations," Schneep says. "We will have to either find some magical-technical way to get into their database from a remote computer, or track down a location with magic." 

But for now, we eat breakfast, JJ says. And bring some back for Marvin and Chase.

Alt perks up, “Oh- I bet Anti could help with that. He’s really good at getting info like that.” 

Bro laughs. “JJ’s right that can wait though- I want seconds!” Miraculously, Alt and Bro have picked off most of their plates by now. Bro excuses himself to go get more.

"Ooooo, seconds, good idea!" Jackie says, standing up. 

Schneep laughs. "You two are as bad as he is." He hasn't even halfway finished his waffles. 

JJ laughs as well, a silent breathy sound. 

“We’re just a hungry bunch of guys!” Alt grins, following after them. 

Once the guys are finished with breakfast, Schneep gets some extra stuff for Marvin and Jameson—a couple muffins, two cartons of milk, some toast, and some fruit. He carefully balances this all on two of the hotel's paper plates, layered on top of each other for support, as the group walks back towards the elevators.

Bro watches Schneep balance then laughs, going to take some of it. “here Schneep lemme help!”

"Thank you, Chase. Or, ah... Bro." Schneep nods. 

Bro grins, “No problem!” 

I call the lift button, JJ says, hurrying over. 

"No me!" Jackie says, but JJ reaches it first, pressing the button. "Oh boooo. Okay I get the one on the inside."

Alt laughs at Jackie and JJ’s race. Man- breakfast really did help him feel better.

One short elevator ride later, they're back to the second floor. Jackie unlocks the door to Room 222. "We're back!" he shouts as they head inside. 

Chase is sitting up in one of the beds, flipping through the first pages of the book JJ was reading last night. Marvin is still trying to sleep on the air mattress. He pulls the blanket over his head—it makes a strange rustling sound as he does so, like it's full of rice—and groans. 

Chase rolls his eyes and smiles at the others. "Hey, guys."

Bro cheerfully waves and goes to hand the plate of breakfast he has to Chase, “Morning! You sleep okay, other me?” 

“Well… as good as I could,” Chase says. “I was stabbed.” 

“Ohh yeah… right- that.. probably sucked.” Bro says with a wince, “But uh- breakfast?” 

“Breakfast,” Chase agrees, shifting position so he’s sitting on the side of the bed. “What did you get? Ooooo toast!” 

Alt goes to sit across from Marvin on a bed and snickers, “Mood-“

“Shhhh,” Marvin says from beneath the blanket. 

Alt giggles quieter.

Schneep chuckles. “Marvin do you want a muffin,” Marvin lifts the blanket up slightly.

Marvin fully pushes the blanket aside and sighs. “Well, seems like I’m not gonna get any sleep with you all running around.”

“Sorry,” Alt laughs. “The breakfast is pretty good though~” he grins. 

Bro laughs, making sure Chase has a good hold on the plate before going to sit down next to Alt, plopping a bit hard and making Alt jolt and wobble a bit as the bed moves around. He makes a face at Bro who just grins.

Were you reading my book? JJ asks Chase curiously. 

“I mean…” Chase says between bites of breakfast. “I woke up. Didn’t have much to do. Thought I’d check it out. I didn’t think you liked urban fantasy?” 

We picked it up in the last town, Marvin insisted that I try something new. The book is now sitting on the nightstand between the beds. It’s titled “Shadow City: Book One: A New Unlife” and seems to be the first in a series.

Bro blinks and goes to look over the book, “Oh! This looks fun! Definitely gonna be different than anything you’re used to though, Jay,” he laughs.

Jameson smiles. I suppose that’s why Marvin recommended it. 

“That, and it’s just really fun,” Marvin says, sitting up. Schneep hands him a chocolate muffin and Marvin rolls off the inflatable mattress and walks over to the desk to eat. Evidently not a fan of eating in bed like Chase is. 

“I really like the main character so far,” Chase says. “What do the kids say these days? Right. He’s just like me for real. Anyway, what’s the plan for today?” 

“You’re probably not gonna like it,” Jackie says. “We uh… we have to check out an IRIS place.” 

Chase freezes for a moment. “Huh.”

“Oh we might not need to go in person,” Alt says, pulling out his phone. “Were you listening during breakfast Anti? Think there’s a way you can hack into IRIS’s systems?”

“It’ll take some time, but yes.” Anti gives a thumbs up. “You’re lucky I’ve had practice. It took me a couple days the first time I tried, but by now I’ve got a pattern down.” 

“Aren’t you, uh… from a different universe, though?” Jackie asks slowly. “Will it even be the same here?” 

“It won’t in every world, but yours and mine are really similar,” Anti explains. “IRIS should be consistent between the two of them.”

Alt nods, “Yeah I’ve noticed… it’s like- the exact opposite of your world…” he hums. “Kinda strange huh? But… fingers crossed IRIS is easy enough to get into… I’d like to avoid going there if we can.” 

Bro nods, “Though if we have to I’m sure we could handle it!”

Alright, that's sorted, then! JJ says cheerfully. So we just have to wait. 

"Hmm." Marvin frowns. "I don't like waiting. What if something happens while we do?" 

At that very moment, a scream echoes from down the hall. The timing is so perfect that it would be funny if it wasn't so worrying. 

"You just had to jinx it!" Jackie shouts, and immediately rushes out the door.

Bro springs up and immediately rushes right behind Jackie. 

“Chase!” Alt calls after him then clumsily tries to glitch to catch up.

The others glance at each other then follow as fast as they can. 

Down the hallway, a door bursts open. Someone rushes out, only for lightning to arc down from one of the lights in the ceiling, burning a hole in the carpet at their feet. They yelp and back up, glancing over their shoulder back into their room. 

"Hey!" Jackie shouts. "Is everything okay?!" 

The person glances down towards him. "No!" They shout. Hang on--that's the same person Bro saw last night, with the red hair. They're now wearing a set of navy blue pajamas with pink highlights, but it's still clearly them. And--that's their room, 208.

Bro blinks in surprise at seeing the red head from yesterday. Then he quickly looks into the room and tries to get closer, “What happened?!”

"I-I don't know! Someone's attacking me!" the person stammers. 

Alt hurries to try to lead the person away, “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

"Y-yeah I'm fine," they say, eyes wide. 

The inside of their room is lit up red. In the center of it, hovering... is that Anti who's been trailing them, grinning wildly. "Welcome!" he says, voice echoing. "Fancy seeing you here!" 

"That's your bitch?" Jackie mutters to Bro and Alt.

Bro’s eyes widen and his stomach drops. Alt pales too and he gets in front of the person protectively. “You should run…!” Alt warns them. 

“What are you doing?! Attacking random civilians?!” Bro growls, eyes lighting up bright blue.

The red Anti laughs. "Random? Oh no, this isn't random at all! I knew I'd find something here! Couldn't resist seeing them in person, could you?" 

The person stiffens. "I--w-who--" 

"Doesn't matter. You'll be gone soon." The lights in the hallway dim and another bolt shoots out--

Alt immediately glitches in front of the others, holding out both his hands and summoning a glitching shield to block the lightning. “W-What the hell are you talking about?!” He growls at the red Anti. 

Bro takes over standing in front of the civilian. “Stop this Anti! I thought your beef was with us!” 

Anti grins. "I don't have any 'beef' with you. If you were to stop getting in my way, I'd let you go. But you won't, will you? You're just that type of people!" 

"This is pointless!" Marvin snaps, throwing a hand out. 

Magic shoots out--and passes right through Anti's image. He laughs. "Oh you poor fucking fool! You can't defeat me!" His smile widens. "So... why don't you join me instead?" 

"What the fuck are you--" Marvin starts to say, but suddenly his body turns to the side, jerking like someone forcibly turned him around, and a blast of green magic shoots out at the rest of the group.

Alt’s eyes widen and he shouts out, glitching to throw himself over the civilian and protect them. The magic hits him and he cries out, slumping a bit against the person. 

Bro manages to dodge out of the way but shouts out as he sees Alt get hurt, “Alt!” He then growls out at Anti and is almost ready to attack him before realizing that’s how he got Marvin. So he curses and then goes to grab Marvin’s arms and yank them behind him.

Jackie manages to protect himself against the blast with that few seconds of protection his powers lend him. The others all manage to dodge by running further down the hall, where the magic fades. Chase yelps a bit as he gets caught by the edge of it, but he's mostly unhurt. 

The person cries out as Alt falls against them. "A-Alt?!" 

"Alt!" Jackie rushes to his side. "I-I know, it burns, but please get up!" 

Alt groans and shakily tries to push himself back up, biting back another pained cry as the magic burns. He looks back up at the person with a bit of surprise as they say his name, “Wait- you…?”

The stranger's eyes widen as they realize what they said. "Um--I--" 

Marvin dodges Bro's grasp. "Th-that wasn't me!" He gasps. "I'm not--not doing this!" 

“I know it’s not you!” Bro tries to reassure him. “He’s controlling your body!” 

Anti's image has disappeared, but they can still hear his laughter. Marvin's eyes widen as his hand jerks to the side and fires off a beam of purple and green light towards Alt and the person. Jackie's head snaps over and he pushes both of them out of the way, barely managing to avoid getting hit himself.

Alt’s head snaps back towards Marvin then he yells in surprise as Jackie pushes him and the person back. He winces, curling up slightly. “F-fuck I… I don’t have a lot of magic yet- I-I’m still recovering!” 

Bro tries to grab Marvin again to try to stop him.

Marvin disappears in a puff of smoke, reappearing behind Alt and the stranger. He lunges for them, but Jackie spins around and fires off a blast of energy. It hits Marvin in the stomach and pushes him back. "Sorry!" he shouts. 

"It's okay I get it!" Marvin shouts back. "Oh god, this is different. I'm fucking--aware." 

"How do we deal with this fucking guy?!" Chase shouts. 

“Alt’s magic can-!” Bro tries to say—

"You don't," Anti's voice says smugly. "Jackie, don't fight it." 

"Don't fight what?" Jackie asks. Then his muscles lock up. "Oh fuck." He lunges towards Bro, a globe of silvery green energy encasing his hand as he goes to punch him.

Bro  dodges Jackie’s punch and pants, his eyes widening a bit in panic. “Fuck fuck fuck-!” 

Alt tries to catch his breath then looks at the stranger with wide eyes, “Who are you?! Do you know why he’s going after you??”

"I--M-my name is Crystal," the guest says. "I don't--he might be--the red is new, but he might be--" 

"I know you can help me," Anti's voice comes from directly over the guest--Crystal's shoulder. "It's you who can help me delete everything." 

Crystal jumps. "O-oh, he is that one," they whisper. 

Alt’s eyes widen even more as he gasps, “Crystal?! like… like Huffle’s friend??”

Alt hears Anti’s voice and grabs Crystal and tries to pull them to their feet and away. “H-How are you here?!” 

Marvin staggers to his feet again. "Guys watch out!" He shouts, throwing a ball of magic towards the others. Right after he does, the other three down the hall rush him behind, piling on top of him. But they're too late to stop the spell.

Bro yells in pain and then topples to the floor as the magic hits, the spell scrambling his brain. 

“Chase!” Alt cries out.

“Well uh—look out!” Crystal grabs Alt and pulls him back into the room. The ball of Marvin’s magic hits the floor and explodes into a ring of bright green light. Crystal closes the door, blocking it off, then opens it again. 

Alt yelps as he’s pulled and blinks as Crystal closes the door to block the magic, “Dude quick thinking-“ 

“I don’t know who you are but do you know how to deal with this guy?!” Chase asks as he and the other two try to keep Marvin pinned down. 

“I, uh—w-we need to get out of here,” Crystal stammers. “That’s all I can think of!” 

Jackie turns towards them and Alt and fires off another beam.

Alt looks around in a panic. “But Jackie and Marvin! A-And Cha-!” He tries to yell then he gets blasted back by Jackie’s magic and skids back farther into the room. He coughs harshly, vision blurring.

Crystal also goes flying back, hitting the end of the bed and yelping in surprise. 

"I-I'm sorry!" Jackie says, stepping forward into the room against his will. His hand raises again-- And then 

Alt's phone crackles with static and a bunch of pixels burst out. They attach to Jackie's body for a moment, causing him to gasp and collapse. Then they pull back and form into Anti--their Anti. "I was wondering if that was your voice," he says, looking back at Crystal. 

Crystal's eyes widen. "A-An--!" 

"Okay we're running short on timee so we have to try a shortcut," Anti says, looking around. "Everyone link up!"

Alt groans and shakily pushes himself up. He watches as Anti stops Jackie then he nods, going to glitch and grab Crystal, Jackie then back out into the hallway to grab Bro. Spots dance in his eyes as he kneels next to Bro, gasping for breath. “E-Everyone get over here!” He shouts.

Chase hurries over and grabs onto Jackie. JJ and Schneep drag Marvin between them and link up as well. "Everyone close your eyes!" Anti says, undoing his eye-patch. 

"Ņ͞o!" The red Anti forms again. All the lights in the hotels shut off, leaving him as the only visible thing. "Don't you fucking--"  "And here we go!" Anti's eyes turn bright green, and the others feel the ground beneath their feet disappear.

[welldonebeca]

The First Wife's Night

Summary: It's Arianne's night with Jon, and she is ready to - after a long, long wait - finally consummate their marriage. Pairing: Jon Snow x Arianne Martell WC: 2.5k words Warning: Smut, oral sex (both kinds), virginity loss, fluff, passionate sex, vaginal sex, breeding kink, dirty talking. Romance. Fluff. 

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After six years of waiting, Arianne thought that being the first wife meant Jon would fuck her before he fucked any of the others. Honestly, she wished he had done it much earlier, without having to wait for every single wife to come around, but when Sansa was about to arrive, she was glad and hoping her wait was over.

Of course, little Sansa Stark had swapped in and taken him before Arianne, but she was a patient woman.

She could wait a new day, and she did.

But now his night was hers, and Arianne wasn't going to let it slip her grasp.

So she put on a beautiful sleeping gown she had had prepared for that night, dotted her skin with flower oil and brushed her hair, and didn't wait for anyone to call her into his room. She put on a dress when the sun started setting, and walked to it by herself.

She was smelling wonderful now, all covered with the scented orange blossom body oil he loved so much, and would glisten under the soft light of his candles, everything to remind him of how lucky of a man he was to have her as his first wife.

Arianne let her gown fall down as she stepped into his bedroom and past his study room. Jon had such a comfortable bed, she loved sleeping on it the times she had had the chance.

She slid onto his mattress, laying down with her belly up and spreading her arms on the soft sheets under her, breathing in deep and caressing her own belly.

Yesterday was the perfect day for her to make an heir for her sweet husband, but the maesters said today would still make it very likely that she got pregnant.

Jon hadn't chosen his Queen or said anything about doing so. Maybe he was waiting for an heir, to know his choice was fertile and would provide him with the most heirs.

Or maybe he was trying to make it look fair for Sansa because she had just arrived and if Jon chose his Queen too quickly, it would signal he wasn't giving her the chance that the others had of showing him how they were good options.

But Arianne was going to show him how devoted she could be as a Queen, as devoted as she always was as his wife.

She waited and waited, and was almost dozing off when the door of the bedroom opened and her husband walked inside, shedding his jacket, and she sat up, a bit surprised.

Jon stopped with wide eyes in front of her, stunned, one arm out and one arm inside his jacket.

"Arianne!" he exclaimed.

She tried to shake the sleep away as he walked inside, staring at her body with hunger.

"Expecting someone else?" she asked coyly.

Her husband chuckled, shaking his head.

"More like not expecting anyone," he told her. "My room isn't exactly a common spot for visitors."

She shook her head, rubbing an eye, and he walked closer to her, sitting on the bed.

"Did I make you wait too long, my dear?" he asked, all sweet.

That made her chuckle. Oh, he had no idea.

"I'm sure you had a long day, my King," she touched his shirt. "I just wanted to make you feel good tonight."

Jon leaned in her direction, taking her lips in a soft and sweet kiss.

His lips were always so plush and soft like she always thought a prince's lips had to be. And now he was a King, of course. Her King.

"Let me," she exhaled into their kiss, grabbing his shirt and undoing the clasps and pushing it off of his body. "Want to make my husband happy."

Arianne knew a lot. Years of waiting didn't mean years of praying to the seven for her husband to change his mind, no.

She had hired her fair share of women from Dorne to show her exactly how to break a man in the most pleasurable way possible.

Jon let her move and undress him, though his hands were still shy, and when she pulled her lips from his, her husband placed his head in the crook of her neck and breathed in deep, making her smirk.

"It's your favourite oil, husband," she pulled on his tunic, taking it off of his trousers. "Do you want to smell how far the scent goes?"

He panted, sounding surprised, and she tugged on his trousers.

It was enough to make Jon move, and she watched as he stood up and removed the rest of his clothes, and gods, he was beautiful.

Her husband was strong and tall, with the muscular arms of a man who fought perfectly with a sword and was always prepared for battle, and when she lowered her eyes, the triangle of dark hair between his legs was clean and trimmed and gave place to a very nice looking cock.

Jon was no pretty Targaryen prince, but no one would deny his beauty. He was a rugged Northman.

Strangely, it made her want him more. Uncle Rhaegar was too much of a father figure for her to find him attractive, and Jon looked more like his mother than his father.

Arianne crawled across the bed, pulling Jon by his waist, ready to show him what she had learned, but her husband was too quick.

He held her body, holding her waist in his strong hands and climbing up, squeezing her breasts and caressing her nipples with his thumbs.

"You are so beautiful," he exhaled, biting her lower lip.

She sighed at the feeling of his fingers caressing her and tugging on them, and she could feel his cock against her thigh, hardening and warm.

Jon moved them, climbing up to the bed until she was lying on her side, and moved his hand down, caressing her body.

"My king," she panted. "I must..."

His hand dropped between her legs, spreading them and caressing her pussy with his finger, caressing her folds, and she gasped when he moved over her sensitive bud.

Gods, Jon knew her pussy with the back of his hand. He was a sweet husband, he'd given her enough release many times throughout their marriage.

If she gave him the space, he would make her soft, would bring her to such a sweet madness she wouldn't be able to do what she wanted to do to him.

"I want to give you pleasure," Arianne pleaded, pulling his hand away. "Please, Jon."

Her husband kissed her again, biting her lower lip and tugging on it in a slow, teasing way that made her cunt wet.

"Giving you pleasure gives me pleasure, dear wife," he hummed.

His finger circled her bud again, and it took everything in Arianne not to just let him play with her like he seemed to adore doing.

She pulled his hand away and Jon complied, moving back to look at her face, and Arianne kissed his neck.

"I learned something for you, husband," she looked into his eyes, finding them focused right on her face. "I want to please you with my mouth too."

Jon's cock throbbed against her belly, and she smirked, looking down at it.

She took it in her hands gently, afraid of hurting him, and her husband gasped.

"Arianne," he reached for her, pushing his fingers into her hair. "You don't have to."

"But I want to," she insisted. "I've waited years, Jon! I've wanted you for I don't even know how long."

She looked down at him, his cock straight and pink now.

"I've been wanting to give you pleasure for such a long time. Please."

He stared at her for a moment, looking uncertain.

"Please," Arianne begged. "You've made me peak how many times?"

His cheeks went pink.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to cum in your mouth, dear," he argued.

She scoffed.

"Well, not until I'm pregnant," she rolled her eyes. "But it doesn't mean I can't suck you!"

Jon didn't look too convinced, and she sighed.

"Alright," she decided. "We can compromise."

He squinted, and Arianne took his hand from her hair.

As much as she would love to have him using her, it was clear that it wouldn't be what she would get.

She pushed Jon to lie completely and turned around, crawling.

"You can do your thing," she told him. "And I can do mine."

Jon was completely shocked, and she could see a shiny droplet form on the pink head as it bobbed, and she was half sure his cock got even harder when she sat on his face.

Her eyes rolled back when he got his mouth on her cunt, licking her and sucking her clit with such eagerness she couldn't think for a moment.

He grabbed her by her hips, and she was quick to move down, taking his cock in her hand and licking it from bottom to top. It was a bit salty and very warm.

Knowing Jon, Arianne would have many chances of riding his face, but not many of sucking his cock.

She explored him carefully, trying her best to focus on her task at hand - and mouth. Arianne teased a vein that started right in the middle before diverging and earning a dark moan from him.

She couldn't swallow him completely - it would take her more time actually sucking his cock instead of learning things in the theoretical way to accomplish that - but her husband seemed pleased with what she could do when she took as much of him as she could without making herself gag and sucked him, licking the head of his cock with her tongue as his teased her bud.

Arianne almost lost herself in that motion when he took his fingers to her, pushing two into her cunt and fucking her shallowly with them, bobbing her head up and down, closing her eyes and moaning against his skin.

Her husband was unstopping, devouring her, dragging her into a haze of arousal and pleasure.

"Jon," she whined, pulling away from his cock and stroking him with her hand.

He worked harder, wrapping his lips around her bud, and she closed her eyes, nearly crossing them when Jon combined his touches with his licks.

"Gods," she moaned. "Jon!"

"Cum for me," he commanded darkly, holding her down. "Be a good wife."

That phrase... it did something to her.

Arianne moved her hand as regularly as she could, letting her head fall onto his thigh as Jon drove her into madness.

When she peaked, her hand was barely stroking him, and cried in pleasure as she peaked, arching her body and crying aloud with no ounce of shame for her sounds.

By the time he let her go, her muscles were soft like pudding and her mind was hazy like she was swimming in the milk of the poppy.

Her King was the one who picked her up and set her by his side, and Arianne let him, throwing her arms around him when he moved to her mouth, kissing her, and she could feel her face all wet with her juices.

"My poor, patient wife," he teased her, kissing her lips, and pulled her leg up, resting it on her hip. "So patient for my cock..."

She whined all soft the way he always made her.

"Please, Jon," she pleaded. "Need your cock. Please."

He rested his cock against her pussy, circling her clit, and she moaned when he pushed the tip into her, filling her up slowly.

Gods, he was thick.

It wasn't the first time she had something inside her. Through the second half of their marriage, when he played with her, Jon pushed his fingers into her, slowly making her more comfortable with his fingers, until she could take them easily, but his cock was bigger than his fingers.

She moaned as he pushed inside and Jon caressed her back, kissing her neck, chest and behind his ear, everywhere he could reach, as he fucked her.

Her husband rocked her body slowly, fucking her sweetly, holding her close, moaning into her ear as her brain melted slowly into sweet gooey pleasure.

"Will fill your pretty belly up with my seed, give you baby after baby," he bit her earlobe, hipbone rubbing against her sensitive bud, and she could only moan in deep pleasure.

"Yes, my love," she moaned. "Give me your children, my King. Breed me."

She wanted to give him his first child, a show of her love to him, a show of how good of a wife she was, of how much he loved her and her company.

Everyone would know that even with other six wives, he sought her company and fucked her time and time again.

His Queen would always have her belly round with a new prince or princess.

Arianne would give him all the children he wanted, all of the babies they could possibly have.

It would be the greatest honour of her life.

"It's what you want the most, hm?" he panted, fucking her. "Watch my seed take place in your womb, show off our baby growing in you, the baby I put in you."

"Yes," she moaned. "Please, my King. Make me a mother, give me your children."

She peaked again and Jon held onto her tightly as she did.

His movements became a little more stuttered and irregular, his face buried in her neck and his lips moaning the hottest moans into her ear.

"Please, my king," she moaned. "Cum in me. Breed me, give me a baby!"

Jon's hands held her tightly around her hips, stronger than ever before, and buried himself all the way inside her before letting out a long laboured breath.

His seed filled her up, abundant like nothing had ever made her feel before, and Arianne basked in the pleasure making her bones and muscles all soft.

He reached for her slowly, raising her chin with his fingers and pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

Jon kissed and kissed her until Arianne was breathless, and held her close as she rested onto his chest, just their breaths now filling the room.

Arianne couldn't move a finger, and it was the best feeling in the world.

He shifted their positions slowly, bringing her to lay with her head in his neck, and Arianne took it happily, squeezing him close with her arms and thigh.

"I love you," Jon kissed her cheek, caressing her back in circles. "Very much."

It almost took her breath away.

It wasn't that she didn't know, he always showed it in his actions. Jon was an attentive husband and very fair, but not a man of many words.

She turned her head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply, trying to show him how much of his love she was feeling.

"I love you too, my king," she smiled. "Very much."

Jon smiled that beautiful boyish smile she loved love much and placed a kiss on the top of her nose, brushing her sweaty hair behind her ear.

"Rest now, love," he hummed, caressing her back again, his torso still flush with hers and softening cock still inside her. "It was a long night."

She did, letting herself doze off in his warm embrace, feeling more loved than ever before in her life.

. . .

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[patchwork-panda]

Morning Coffee

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44421046

You awake to the sound of loud, intermittent buzzing, the vibrations stabbing deep into your skull. It pulsates almost painfully inside your brain, loosening the bonds of sleep, severing you from it in a sharp, unpleasant way.

You open your eyes to see a thin sliver of pale light peeking out between a pair of long, drawn curtains. It’s still dark–surprisingly so–and it takes you a moment to recognize the outlines of your bed.

Groaning heavily, you roll onto your side, towards the source of the noise.

The blinking red numbers on your digital alarm clock, still buzzing incessantly, read: "5:00 am."

That’s right.

You had a morning shift today. A week ago, you’d chosen to swap out with a coworker to do yours now instead of next week, so that you would be free to stay up a little later on the night of your anniversary.

It was a choice you’d made voluntarily, knowing it would be difficult but worth it in the end…

But that didn't mean you wouldn't drag your feet every step of the way.

You groan, squeeze your eyes shut and fold your pillow over your face.

"Hey..."

The voice next to you is nothing more than a low rumble, gruff and thick with sleep… 

And yet just the sound of it makes this whole ordeal a little easier to bear.

An arm–warm and heavy–is thrown over your upper body.

Kunikida Doppo, your beloved husband of the past few years, pulls himself up behind you. You can tell from the slight tensing of his arm that he's giving you a hug and you relax against his body as he pulls you in close.

"Your alarm is going off," he mumbles, unfolding the pillow from over your face. "You should get up and turn it off."

"Turn it off for me," you moan, not caring that you sound really childish when you're sleepy and grumpy.

"Don't you have work early this morning?”

“Maybe.”

You feel him shifting behind you as the bed suddenly sinks. The alarm abruptly stops mid-screech and the deepest, sweetest silence settles into the room.

You sigh and relax but your husband does not.

"How long are you planning on lying there?"

His question is direct but not unkind. Eyes still shut, you reach blindly for the pillow behind you–to fold back over your face–but there’s nothing there.

Instead, a large hand catches onto yours and you turn as Kunikida’s long fingers interlace with yours.

Even in the subtle darkness of the predawn hour, his features look so elegant. You love the way his eyes look, both with and without his glasses, his gaze so observant and intelligent, and yet so gentle.

Your own gaze, somewhat unfocused from sleep, travel from his eyes to his lips, slightly parted and all but beckoning you for a kiss. Strands of long, blonde hair trail down over his bare shoulder, broad and well-muscled and thinly latticed with scars.

His bangs are sticking up on one side, mussed from sleep and you crack a smile as you reach up to smooth them back.

“Well?” he asks, his gray eyes meeting yours.

“As long as I feel like,” you mumble, to which he lets out a low chuckle.

"My wife…” he whispers, “my ‘ideal woman…’ isn't the kind of person who would sleep in and miss an important day of work like this."

There’s a teasing lilt mixed in along with the hint of pride in his voice and you can see the affection in his eyes as he looks at you.

"Your ideal woman?” you slur. “Don't know her."

Kunikida laughs.

“Alright.”

Still smiling in amusement, he presses a quick kiss to your fingertips.

“I know what will get you up.”

The mattress beneath you abruptly shifts. A puff of cold air wafts against your back as Kunikida lifts the covers and exits his side of the bed.

You look up at the open door as he disappears beyond it, his long, thinly tangled hair following after him like an afterimage.

Yawning slightly, you sit up a little and stretch, rubbing your eyes as another familiar sound, much more pleasant than your alarm, reaches your ears.

He’s grinding coffee beans.

Still groggy, you blink the sleep from your eyes as you hear him shuffling about the kitchen.

There’s the sound of running water: the electric kettle filling. A few beeps and you can hear it starting up, water slowly boiling.

Rubbing your eyes one last time, you lift the covers and swing your legs out from beneath them, your feet naturally sliding into the slippers you always leave beside the bed.

You arrive in the kitchen just as Kunikida takes the beeping kettle off its stand, the sound like a weak echo of your alarm from before.

Wordlessly, you sit down at the table, admiring the sight of your husband making you coffee. He’s still shirtless and your gaze travels from his chest to his shoulders, then catching on the way his biceps tense as he pours water from the goose-necked kettle.

He’s doing this for your benefit; you can tell from the way his gaze briefly darts towards you, a shadow of a smirk gracing his features before he returns to the task at hand.

“How do you want your coffee today?” he asks, as the most heavenly aroma fills the room.

“Just a little milk today, thanks.”

“Alright.”

He turns and goes to the fridge, letting the hot water settle into the grounds. While he busies himself in the corner, you watch quietly as the coffee slowly drips into the glass jug. It smells earthy, like dark chocolate and nuts and you close your eyes and inhale, feeling more awake already.

You sit up at the table as Kunikida sets a mug down in front of you, a glass jigger in his other hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Measuring.”

You can’t help but grin as you watch him pick up the milk carton and pour into the tiny glass.

“If it’s something worth doing, it’s worth doing well,” he explains, pouring the milk into your mug just as the last of the coffee goes through the filter. “Can’t have my wife drinking subpar coffee.”

“Is perfect coffee now one of your ideals?” you tease as Kunikida picks up the jug full of coffee. “You didn’t even drink this brand until I introduced it to you.”

“And I appreciate that you did.”

He finishes making your coffee and pours himself a mug.

“Who would’ve guessed that a cup of coffee a day promotes longevity?”

He takes a sip.

“But while I’m aware of what the studies say…”

He looks at you.

“You *are* aware there can be too much of a good thing?”

“I am,” you tell him. “And I appreciate that you are aware as well.”

You take a nice, long sip, savoring the flavor of your favorite blend as Kunikida watches you, his gray eyes warm.

“Feeling better?” he asks.

“Much.”

You put down your mug and smile.

“Thank you, Doppo. For making me coffee and for always being so concerned about my well-being.”

You reach out to take his hand.

“You are truly the ideal husband.”

“Th-there’s no need to take it that far.”

You giggle as he abruptly looks away, his face going pink. Even after all this time, he still reacts in such an endearing way.

“But thank you for saying so.”

“Of course!”

You grin and take another sip of coffee. Somehow, it tastes even better than before.

“Even if there is no coffee, I’ll always be happy to wake up to you.”

“Likewise.”

You finish your coffee as he squeezes your hand.

“I’m going to get dressed. I’ll see you after work?”

“I’ll pick you up from the station,” he says as you disappear back into the bedroom. “We can have an early dinner too, if you’re hungry.”

“Sure.”

You emerge a moment later, fully dressed, and head to the door to put on your shoes. Setting his mug down, Kunikida follows you and helps you into your jacket.

“Have a good day, my love,” he whispers before leaning in for a kiss.

“You, too.”

You smile.

“See you later.”