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wlntrsldler · 1 month

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poisoned mercury | meddle about (smut blurb)

a/n: MDNI y'all know the drill! no tags for this one. set after now you got me. can be read alone (only thing you need to know is that luke is in a band and calls reader 'five star') or as part of the poisoned mercury series!

song: meddle about by chase atlantic

luke finally let you listen to the song the boys wrote for him. the song was incredible, which was expected, but you relentlessly teased him after connor told you the story about how the song came to be.

“you didn’t know if we were anything?” you asked with an eyebrow raised. luke was brushing his teeth in your bathroom, toothpaste dribbling out the corner of his lips. your face was pressed against his bicep, as you watched his reaction in the mirror. “come on, castellan. i was obvious!”

luke shook his head, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink as he tangled his fingers with the hand you had wrapped around his torso, “you were not, thank you very much.”

“aren’t you supposed to know when a girl is flirting with you, mr. rockstar?”

“you damn near bullied me for months, five star. humbled me every chance you got. you call that flirting?”

“was i supposed to swoon and tell you how hot you were?”

“ideally, yes,” he rinsed his mouth with water before turning his body to face you. he held your hips over the t-shirt you wore. it was his shirt and luke was dangerously close to leaving his entire closet with you just so he could see you wear his clothes forever. “would’ve sped up the process of us getting together.”

“i like the slow burn,” you mumbled, pressing your lips against his own. luke’s grip on your waist tightened as he pressed your back against the counter. his lips were always so soft and he tasted like the spearmint toothpaste you owned. he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, and the innocent kiss became heated.

luke pulled away for a second, “you gave me like emotional blue balls, five star. i was down bad.”

“was?”

“shut up,” he rolled his eyes, smiling. he pressed kisses against your neck, hand traveling under the hem of his shirt. his touch made you shiver. “y’know i’m still down bad for you.”

you craned your neck, giving him more access to your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, sighing when you made those pretty noises that had him weak in the knees. you lifted yourself up on the counter, opening your legs to let luke slot himself between them. he continued to leave kisses on your skin, slowly pulling down the neckline of your shirt to explore more.

you tugged on his curls, making him look up at you, “how bad?”

luke licked his lips, “want me to show you?”

you nodded, running your hands down his chest. your fingers traced the black ink on the side of his torso, making him shiver against your body. his hardening cock was pressing against your inner thigh. luke pushed his groin against yours, trying to convey just how badly you had him wrapped around your finger. just a few words and a few kisses and he was putty in your hands.

"you feel me?" he sighed, closing his eyes as he buried his head in your hair. his senses were filled with you and he felt like he was drunk. you were so intoxicating. your skin smelled like him now since he was always pressed against you in some way. he needed to be near you all the time or he was going to go crazy.

your time in camp half blood was quickly coming to an end, much to luke's dismay, and he was going to make the most out of the few weeks he had left with you. he thinks his first few weeks without you will have him locking himself in hotel rooms fucking his fist to the sound of your voice on facetime and it kills him that he won't get the real thing until god knows when, but he doesn't want to think about that right now.

not while you were still here in front of him with your legs open wide just for him.

"is that enough to show you?" luke asked, sucking on your pulse point. he felt his heart hammering in his chest when you let out a breathy whine. all his blood rushed down to his cock, and soon it was becoming painfully difficult for him to keep his composure.

"no," you replied, pulling him in for a kiss. your lips moved roughly against each others, tongues tangled in a passionate display of affection as his hands massaged the side of your thighs. you were panting against his mouth, already breathless, "need to be convinced some more."

"careful, five star," he tsked, hand traveling to your clothed pussy. he rubbed your clit through the fabric, silently cursing when he felt your slick dampen the pads of his fingers, "i don't think you understand what you're wishing for."

"need you, luke," you mumbled, palming him through his boxers. he groaned at your hand gripping the base of his hard cock. "need all of you."

"you have a filthy mouth, you know that?" his eyes were blown wide with desire. he placed a thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down a tiny bit. you sucked on his thumb, staring up at him in a way that had his head spinning. you looked so sinful. it was almost sacrilegious how the girl he worshipped was begging for him like this.

"you like it, though."

"don't think the word 'like' covers it," luke admitted, moving his hand to the back of your head to tug on your hair slightly. you extended your neck, letting luke leave a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw. his tongue pressed against the marks he left on your skin, soothing the burn. "'m addicted to your filthy mouth, five star. makes me wanna fill it up."

"i'm not gonna stop you," you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. you stroked him slowly, reveling in the raspy groans that left his throat. luke pressed his forehead against yours, watching your hand stroke him through hooded eyes.

"i'm supposed to be showing you how down bad i am for you, not the other way around."

you put a light pressure against the bulging vein on his cock and luke had to bite your shoulder blade to keep himself from being too loud. everyone was home, and while they knew of your relationship, he wasn't gonna be an asshole and subject them to knowing the details of it.

"let me hear you, pretty boy," you cooed, kissing along his scar as you pumped his cock faster. "let me hear how good i make you feel."

"fucking hell, five star," luke chuckled, darkly, bucking his hips. your hand felt too good. "don't wanna cum in your hand."

"in my hand, in my mouth, on my tits," you licked a long stripe down his neck, sucking on his adam's apple. "in me, everywhere luke. want you everywhere."

he was convinced you were going to be the death of him. luke placed a hand over yours, stopping you from your movements. as you opened your mouth to protest, luke lifted you off the counter and planted you in front of him. "get on your knees for me, yeah?"

a wicked grin appeared on your face and luke knew that he wasn't going to last very long. mischief in your eyes always meant that he was going to have another memory to have that'll keep him busy during the months you'd be apart.

you sunk down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him as you kissed the head of his cock. luke bit his bottom lip so hard he was afraid he'd draw blood. his hands pulled your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you slowly bobbed your head up and down his cock.

"shit, baby," luke moaned, a dopey look on his face. this is what heaven feels like, he's convinced of it. you were his own personal slice of heaven on earth. "so pretty like this."

you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat and luke wanted to apologize but this felt too good for him to feel sorry. tears were pooling in your eyes as you sucked him in deeper. your thumb flicked his tip, collecting the beads of precum there, "tell me how you like it, luke. wanna be good for you."

"you're perfect, sweetheart," he replied, wiping the stray tear that escaped your eye. you smiled at him innocently, feeling a sense of pride blooming in your chest. "always so perfect for me, hm? my perfect little five star."

you hummed, going back down to wrap your lips around him. luke let go of your hair and placed his hands on your cheeks, bucking his hips forward. he was fucking your mouth harshly and you loved every second of it. he was panting above you, incoherent words escaping his lips. when you pulled away and licked around him, a string of saliva connected your lips to his cock. it was a glorious sight.

luke was stuck there admiring you make a mess on his cock and if you weren't so fucking turned on by how hot he looked when he was fucked out, you would've teased him about how speechless he was. you stroked his cock, tongue poking out the side of your lips before you spoke, "you like seeing your girlfriend on her knees for you?"

"fuck," luke hissed. it was the first time you referred to yourself as his girlfriend and it was pathetic how that one sentence had him nearing his peak, but he felt possessive. you were his girlfriend now.

"you gonna answer me, luke?" you mumbled, placing kisses along the underside of his cock. "because i like being on my knees for my boyfriend."

"fuck, five star. yes," he panted, screwing his eyes shut. his body felt like it was on fire. "yes, i do, baby."

satisfied with his answer, you took him into your mouth again, moaning as he thrusted deeper. he was losing his rhythm, a sign that he was getting close. luke's eyes stayed glued on your face, committing the sight of your pink lips wrapped around his cock to memory.

with a few more thrusts, he tapped on your hollowed cheeks to signal that he was cumming. he had to steady himself when you refused to pull away, nodding when he asked if he could cum in your mouth. luke came with hot, milky spurts down your throat, loudly groaning your name as he came.

when you swallowed his load, you got up from your knees and pressed your lips against his once more. luke loved tasting his cum on your tongue. he kissed you, not once pulling away, as he led you to your bed. he pushed you on soft bed, getting on his knees to pull your panties down.

you leaned on your elbows as you watched him disappear under the fabric of the shirt you wore. luke pushed up the shirt to where your thighs began, leaving red marks on your skin as he approached your pussy. "my turn."

#frances writes #I NEED TO BATHE IN HOLY WATER AFTER THIS HOLY FUCK #poisoned mercury #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #percy jackson fanfic

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hitomisuzuya · 5 months

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Imagine painter scara painting our stomach before fucking us hard !

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Edible arousal paints. Biting/Marking.

I looked this stuff up, edible arousal paints are a thing😳 Dear, this request😳❤️

You shivered a little bit. "Scara, that's cold," You stated meekly, watching him with flushed cheeks. His hand squeezed your wrists, which were trapped above your head.

Scaramouche rolled the handle of the paintbrush around in his mouth thoughtfully. As a painter, great care had been taken with the canvas he was working with. You. You were his favorite canvas to paint on. Decisions about where to stroke his brush had to be made very carefully.

You deserved nothing less than the most intimate consideration from him.

"You whining is breaking my concentration. Just relax, and let me work," He chided, dipping his brush into the paint. These paints were his personal favorite. Whenever the dark chocolate flavored paint (the only sweet he could remotely tolerate besides you, because it was a little bitter.) made contact with your skin, it warmed, heightening arousal and sensitivity.

Once he added his saliva to further enhance the paint, Scaramouche knew he would have you wet and begging for him in no time. You practically already were.

You felt the soft paint brush glide over your one of your nipples, followed shortly by the other. Your breath hitched in your throat, the paint warming your nipples a few seconds later.

Scaramouche leaned down, tricking you into thinking he was going to kiss you first before he swept his tongue over your nipple. He kitten licked, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked until it was sensitive and hard on his tongue.

He ignored the slightly sweet taste on his tongue, sucking a little harder when your shaky moans became consistent. "So sensitive already, I haven't even gotten started yet," He teased, moving his attention to your other nipple.

Pleasure started to hum strong on your body, his hand tightening on your wrists again as you squirmed a little. "Good subjects stay still," He taunted, scrapping his tongue on your nipple in a way that made your back arch off the bed.

He loved seeing you squirm, hearing your aroused whimpers. It was all for him.

You were panting when Scaramouche pulled away. He flicked your nipple, giving it an encouraging pinch before picking up his brush again. He painted a line from your chest and down your stomach, following it with his tongue.

He let go of your wrists to spread your legs. He gave your clit a teasing lick before dipping his brush in the paint again. He painted the shapes of cherry blossoms on your insides of your thighs.

You let out a loud moan when he painted your clit. He dabbed the brush on the swelling nub, adding another coat of paint. He spread the lips of your cunt, wanting to see you getting wetter while he worked.

Your clit throb, your legs starting to shake as he painted a line down your cunt, sweeping it back up around your clit. To further tease you, he let the paint set there, adding another coat to your nipples.

Scaramouche painted a different design on every sensitive part of your body with splashes of purple. His favorite color paled in comparison to your skin, you made it look beautiful, not the other way around.

It was time for him to appreciate every part he painted with his mouth. He licked his tongue over the shapes, sucking sensual bruises that would linger long after the paint was gone.

"Sing more for me, kitten," Scaramouche purred as moans spilled shamelessly from your mouth. Spreading your legs, he kissed and bite the painted cherry blossoms on your thighs, sending your clit to throb even more.

He nursed the inflamed skin with his tongue, wagging his finger over your clit to stimulate the arousing properties in the paint. Your cunt was starting to clench around nothing. Your body trembled with need for him, keening high pitched moans from your throat.

Scaramouche tapped his fingers on one of the blossoming bruises on your thigh before he scooped some of your wet onto his fingers. He pushed them into your mouth, letting you suck on them to placate you before he took off his clothes.

You rolled your up when he lined the head of his aching cock up with your entrance. He laughed at how cute and eager you looked for him. Leaning down to give you a deep, open mouthed kiss, he groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside of you.

He bottomed out in one snap of his hips, biting your lower lip with a hiss of pleasure. Your walls clenched tight, so warm and perfect around his cock as he drove it into your sweet spot.

Pleasure burst white hot behind behind your eyes, stealing your breath away. You writhed underneath him, his mouth swallowing your moans. Your legs shook as you bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

He bent one of legs up towards your chest so he could fuck himself deeper into you. "I'll paint your cunt with cum next," He moaned, his cock throbbing to add the most important shade to his work of art.

Your nails racked up his back, the knot of your orgasm coiling tighter. His thrusts turned sloppy as he reached down to rub and pinch your clit, making you squirt on his cock suddenly. You could barely form coherent words, babbling for him to cum inside of you.

This thought passed through his head as his cum ribboned inside of you: You were always his most beautiful work of art.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #modern au

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achelouise · 22 days

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Lies, mysteries, and tricks

Fandom: Honkai Starail

Pairing: Sunday/Gen!reader, MENTIONED Gallagher/reader

Warnings: Spoilers for 2.1! Very toxic, from both sides, I think? Maybe OOC Sunday.

Summary: You learn about Robin's death, and rush to console Sunday. He isn't the thing you should be worrying about, though.

A/N: It's been a while! Came back to write this, because I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. It's rushed, and it's not really well-written, and it's short. Please forgive me~ (I am obsessed with Gallagher rn, so if anyone has any ideas I would love to hear and write about them :D (I still don't know how to properly use tumblr btw))

“Sunday? Are you in there?”

No answer. You drum your fingers against your sides nervously.

“Sunday, can we talk? Please?”

Still no answer. Your heart beats widely in your chest.

You ignore your thunderous heart as you slowly push the doors of the mansion open. The creaking doors echo and bounce along the empty halls, revealing a giant room, devoid of any light. A luxurious bed, dorned with lights and gems and painted with beautiful colors, is tucked away at the very side of the room. Sunday’s bedroom.

The factions had established that, other than the man himself, Sunday’s blood-related family, along with his spouse, would have access to it. Sunday himself had no permission to grant access to anyone, so you are surprised when the bellhop simply glanced at you and let you in without protest.

You could only guess it was because you two were close friends, and they were used to seeing you enter the Pavilion as children. Still, to enter his bedroom must be a breach in security…

But he wasn’t in any other room you could find. Time was slipping, lives were being lost, and you needed to find him. Fast.

You’re not exactly in the know. Most things you know, only Gallagher has told you. But you know full well that Sunday needs support.

“Sunday, please. I know I haven’t visited in… a while. I know what happened, and I’m sorry. Let’s work this out together. Don’t run away. Please?”

Only your echoes answer.

You were rambling to yourself at this point, desperation climbing further and further up to your chest. You have seen what Sunday does when he loses those he loves- and you want to help him. You don’t ever want to see him like that again. Never again.

You glance at the papers scattered on his desk. Maybe they have some information on where he went. He likes to rant in diaries.

You close your eyes, and pray to whatever Aeon you follow.

Forgive my sins for ever trespassing privacy to this extent.

You don’t exactly have a clear mind when you start to rummage through the papers that endured wear and tear. You start to read some.

How could she do this?

It’s fine. It’s fine. Itsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfine

Robin. Dear Aeons, Robin.

When I find the traitor I will make them pay in blo o d

Please don’t leave me please

Please please please please pleasepleas e

Your stomach drops. Poor Sunday.

Something else catches your eye, though. A soft reflection of a photo, pinned at the corner of the widespread desk. You lean over to take a good look at it.

You bite your lip so hard it nearly breaks skin. But even that dulls in comparison to the piles and piles of photos- all of them just you and Gallagher.

There are a wide range of those photos; from you two sitting across each other in the Dreamjolt Hostelry, to your hands linked together, faces flushed and smiles bright. All of them, with Gallagher’s face crossed out with glaring, red circles.

How dare he HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE

HE DID IT HE KILLED HER HE TOOK HER I WILL MAKE HIM PAY

The words are jagged and rough, as if he had barely managed to carve it out with his bare hands. It is a gigantic contrast to the sweet and elegant cursives he writes in his letters to you. It almost made you believe it wasn’t even Sunday who wrote this.

But you’re not stupid. You swallow the bile down your throat as your stomach churns with heightened fear and uncertainty. Sunday is a clever man, which makes him infinitely more dangerous.

Admittedly, he is far more unhinged than the public understands. You’ve never had a problem with it- only crazy can recognize crazy, and that was probably how he uncovered the plan of that gambler.

This doesn’t work in your favor, though. You don’t want to know what it means when he directs this insanity towards you.

You turn to leave.

“Ah, you found me.”

A hand shoots out to grip your arm, and you have no time to react. Shock, as quick as it comes, is slow to settle down. You try to scream.

“Oh Triple-Faced Soul, please seal this traitor's tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that the traitor will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.”

No.

Your whole body goes cold. You feel it- the soft waves of Harmony pulsing in your head, trapping your tongue and seeing through your eyes. You had seen its effect- seen how it slaughters and breaks those who disobey. But to receive this kind of treatment yourself…

You finally process the dangerous situation you’re in, and wrench free from his grasp. You regain your stance as you stumble backwards, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Why?”

Sunday looks… off. His clothes are askew, his eyebags more apparent without the illusion of Harmony, and a smile, out of place and out of his mind. He chuckles, far too gentle, so much so that it sends shivers down your spine.

“You know how this goes, don’t you?” he coos, berating and condescending. “Answer my questions truthfully, or suffer the rejection of the Harmony.”

“Why would I ever lie to you?” you ask, “What is there even to ask?”

His eye twitches. His voice drops an octave, laced with poison and jealousy. “You know perfectly well what I mean.”

He breathes in, regaining his footing as the questions begin. “Are you interested in Gallagher? Is he interested in you?”

You think of him. A few hours ago, he insisted he came along to find Sunday with you. You’re starting to regret that decision. “Yes- and, I… I think so.”

Sunday tsks. “Do you know what he is? What it is?”

You cross your arms. “No. He is not human, but I am not exactly a young damsel in distress myself.”

“Do you not understand? That that man is nothing but a memetic entity, with thousands of truths woven together as a lie? Do you not know that the man you hold hands with killed Robin in cold blood? Why would you want to be with a foul beast like him?”

You are taken aback at the venom in Sunday’s tone. He isn’t even hiding it anymore. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes are blown wide.

“I… didn’t.” you admit, far too overwhelmed by his genuine frustration to confirm the validity in his claims.

Sunday suddenly withdrawals, as if sensing he has taken you off guard. He draws himself to his full height, casting a shadow with the light outside in the halls. The pulses in your head die out, as if they were never there.

“You are being tricked, dearest. He is not the man you think he is. He is a monster, a murderer, that serves under a shameful stain. Join me, in the pursuit of the Watchmaker. We can make all of them pay in blood.”

He rants, and you feel your heart sink. He is unstable because of this recent loss, but he has clearly not lost his mind. There is still rhyme and reason to what he does.

“My past? Hah, let’s not get into that just yet. I’ll tell you- someday.”

You glance down at the hand he offers you. His gaze is tender, but far too fragile. His lips are quivering, a silent plea.

You want to reject him. You want to scream at him, punch him, and run away, as far as possible. Gallagher had promised he would explain himself one day, and you had not mentally prepared yourself to know.

But given the unstable state he was in, it is unwise to simply respond with violence.

You reach out for his hand- only for a blade, dark and violet laced with gold, piercing from his stomach. Blue liquid pours from his gut, and this time, you truly do scream.

You don’t hear anything. The withdrawal of the blade is defeated by the look of despair and shock in Sunday’s eyes. He reaches for your hand, in a blind desperation- only to dissipate at the softest graze into a sea of bubbles.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage. A silent dread washes over you, and you hear your breaths grow shorter.

A lighter goes out.

Strong, warm arms envelop you.

A voice, low and gruff, tells you that it’s going to be okay. The voice hovers over your ear, gentle and sweet, almost fabricated to ghost over your ear in a way you can’t refuse. You don’t respond, though, as you feel a sharp cut to your neck, and you’re out like a light.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr gallagher #hsr sunday #sunday x reader #sunday x you #gallagher x reader #gallagher x you #hsr gallagher x reader

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sebastianswallows · 18 days

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Dreamed of you

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit sister is sent to kill Feyd. She hesitates as she watches him sleep, all the way until he wakes up and catches her.

— WARNINGS: none, just reader simping for one cute boy

— WORDCOUNT: 1k

— A/N: First of all, this isn't necessarily movie!Feyd, it's more based on the books, but I love him in all his forms. I wrote this in a bout of madness this evening, and it's just a love letter to how beautiful and soft and sad Feyd canonically is. That is all.

A shadow in the corner moved. The door shut behind her with a hiss. Outside, the chanting of his name resounded like a distant wave. Feyd. A myriad of emotions raged inside the way that sylphic syllable was said. So mangled and intense were they that she could hardly tell, even after weeks of being on Giedi Prime, if the feeling in their voices was that of fear, or love.

He had won another battle in the arena tonight. Half-fight, half-play, all a spectacle of violence kept elegant and grim with the flourished motions of his blades in inky black and white. The celebrations were kept modest afterwards. This was no birthday.

His chambers smelled of sweet sweat and bitter blood. It filled her lungs as soon as she stepped in. He slept now, quietly, in a surprisingly small bed. As she approached him, dagger in hand, she realised it was not so small — he just took little space on it.

He slept huddled to one side, his body curled within the black sheets as if he were in a womb.

The na-Baron was an arresting sight, like a work of art left interrupted. His marble-white arms hugged a pillow to his chest, and from beneath a curve of silk draped over him, the corner of a knee peeked through. The soft line of his eyes revealed a dour bend in sleep, delicate dark lashes resting like butterfly wings on his cheeks. His full lips, decadent and lustful, were pulled into a pout. She wondered what he was dreaming of.

Beneath this impressive amalgam of his features, from the dainty to the sultry to the broad shoulders and strong arms, he was just a little boy. Motherless and far from home, preyed on by his uncle, worshipped by a distant crowd. Useless, now that the Atreides line had ended and a child had been secured from him by Lady Fenring.

The Kwisatz Haderach would have to be reached through other means, and from a bloodline less volatile than that of the Harkonnens. They had proved uncooperative, hostile — the Baron, his nephews, even Lady Jessica. Born to be an asset, they made themselves a threat. That was why Feyd-Rautha had to die.

She stood over his black bed.

The guards outside were dealt with, the courtiers were asleep, and the drunk and maddened crowd outside would not realise what happened until it was too late. This was the result of years of planning, months of preparation, and weeks spent on that polluted planet pretending to be one of the new interrogation trainers.

Torturing was not her forté, but there were worse fates than cutting men’s tendons clean or gouging out their eyeballs. All the “noble” prisoners were already long dead before she got there. Failed Harkonnens was all that was left. And all men bled the same.

She stood over his black bed with a knife.

“He must die,” she thought to herself, an angry frown blooming on her brow. Her body was already rebelling. “The Reverend Mother demands it. He must die.”

She stood over his black bed with a knife. And faltered.

The blade shone silver in the low electric light, hanging like a teardrop from her fist. Her body refused to move.

Should she really kill him now? Perhaps she should wait for him to turn on his back. What would it hurt to look at him a second more, just another, and another…? He was a good fighter, no matter the arrangements of the arena. Would it not be ignoble to slay him this way? Generations of genetic planning had culminated in him, and to let it all go now...

Her mind’s motions, the fleshy resistance, it all came to nothing in an instant, blown away like snowflakes on the sand. There was a change in the air all around them, a stillness where unconsciousness was before, a presence, like a horn blown through a storm in the lighthouses of old, sounds swallowed by sounds, an impact of cells in the air blooming into a single point of light. Feyd-Rautha opened his eyes.

She only caught the hint of an impish smile before she backed away as quickly as an indrawn breath. Her back hit the door and her hand scrambled for the handle, but he was upon her with the same speed he applied in his gladiatorial fights.

How could she have missed the signs that he had woken? Had his breathing even changed?

“Got you now,” he purred against her cheek, “Bene Gesserit.”

She bit back a scream, her skull pressed against the metal door, and with clenched teeth, she began a sharp command — the Voice. But her anger overwhelmed her and Feyd’s lips swallowed the words she hadn’t even finished speaking.

“Let me g—”

He kissed her like a lover. There was a passion in him that his ostentations of brutality had not yet killed and she found herself moaning, instinctively pleased with the full and masculine presence that swallowed her being — as if it wasn’t a murderer who had caught her just now.

His breathing was steady, as if he had planned all of that. From beyond the thick folds of her dress, she could feel his naked flesh. They clung to him, her clothes, as if they wanted to embrace him. His left hand held her fist, the blade trapped within their entangled grip. The other held her jaw, tilting her face high enough for his lips.

“I knew you’d come,” he breathed, pausing to rest his mouth on hers. She could taste ink on her tongue — the final traces from the coating on his teeth. “I dreamed of you.”

So that was how he knew. That was why he pouted in his sleep.

“Will you kill me?” he whispered.

She could feel it on her cheeks when that boyish smile of his grew.

“I have to,” she said, and her own voice betrayed her, sounding terribly broken.

“Try,” Feyd grinned.

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ghouljams · 9 months

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All the baby talk got me wanting to live vicariously but with Bee and König, mostly their horses like oops Honey got out for a little too long one day while no one was looking and now is expecting a foal from one of König's horses any day now 🐴💕🐴 Bee and König prepping Honey's stall for the new arrival and he daydreaming about Bee having the same enthusiasm for their gaggle of babies one day 😭

The way this just pierced my heart... I think we all have baby fever thanks to the fae-by. I knew she was a bad idea...

That said I did actually plan on Honey hooking up with one of König's studs lol, Bee isn't the only one who likes a big boy.

Honey has been sick all week and it's starting to make you worried. Or, not starting. You've been losing a lot of sleep over it, calling König for advice and avoiding calling the vet in the hopes she'll get better. You finally caved last night when she hardly wanted to leave her stall for a walk around the pasture.

"Congratulations, she's pregnant." The vet tells you after a thorough exam. She seems like a nice woman, a little severe in the face but warm enough in the way she interacts with Honey.

"Pregnant?" You confirm, trying to think of how, when, who... The vet's brows shoot up.

"Not trying then, alright." The vet sighs and pats Honey's ribs, "Well, we'll take her off any cambendazole dewormers for now, and I'll give you a few days to decide if you want to keep it." She hands you her card, as if you don't already have her number. You see her back to her car, worrying now more than ever.

You call König as soon as the vet leaves. His horses are the only ones Honey's been around, and you can't imagine he's looking for any foals.

"Honey's pregnant," You tell him as soon as he picks up. König is silent for so long you have to check to make sure he didn't hang up on you.

"And she only gets into my pasture," He says finally, filling in the blank you'd purposefully left out for his own nerves.

"Yeah..." You wince. Somehow it feels like telling him you're the pregnant one. You imagine the spike of anxiety is the same. The long silences from you co-horse-grandparent feel very similar as well.

"Is she alright?" He asks, concern coloring his voice in a way you didn't expect. Well, you suppose he is a horse guy.

"Vet said she's perfectly healthy, but you know Honey. She's moping. Guess she didn't think her fun would have any consequences." König laughs on the other end of the line and you feel the anxiety in your chest loosen.

"Good. That's good." He hums, thinking, you like this better than his silence. "I'll come over, we can figure out what you want to do." You smile a little to yourself at the way he says it, like yours is the only opinion that matters. You've never had anyone put you first like König does.

"Ok, see you soon." You don't mean it to sound as sappy as it comes out, you really have to work on that, keeping your cool when König is just being himself.

You let Honey out into her pasture and go to sit on the fence to wait for König. You think this is the nicest part of sharing a property line. Waiting for him to walk over instead of listening for the rumble of a car engine. You raise a hand to wave when you spot him, earning a raised hand in return. It makes you giddy just seeing him.

It's terribly endearing when he greets Honey first, eyes soft on yours before they turn to your horse.

"Sehr gut, Mama? Bist du in Schwierigkeiten geraten?"

König strokes a hand down Honey's nose, gentle as ever with her, murmuring his German affections. You pretend not to notice the sugar cube he slips her, more focused on the after. When he plants his hands on the top of the fence and hops it with little more than his raw strength. His feet hit the ground on your property and his hands leave the fence to settle on your waist, lifting you off your perch to set you back on your feet.

His hands slide off of you, idle touches, his fingers lingering even as you turn to grab Honey's lead. He makes heat bloom over your cheeks, more tactile now that there's something settled between you. There's truly no chance of acting normal around him now.

"Are any of your horses acting..." You fish for the right word, not even sure what you're asking.

"Paternal? No," König shakes his head, a laugh edging into his voice, "they're the same as always."

You try not to feel too crestfallen. They're male horses of course they wouldn't be feeling any different. Poor Honey is the only one suffering for her night of fun. All by her lonesome with her consequences and no idea what went wrong. Left to pick up the pieces of her life when her beau abandons her. He wouldn't care if he knew how badly he hurt her anyway, probably did it on purpose. Ok, maybe you're projecting a little.

"Typical men," You grumble, leading Honey into her stall, "Why should they care when they already got what they want." You put an extra helping of alfalfa into her feeder while König hovers nearby. He seems twitchier than usual, fingers playing with the hem of his bandana like he can't decide what to do with it.

"I would." König says, flinching a little when you turn to blink up at him in confusion.

"What?" You can't figure out what he's responding to, you hadn't really been talking to him. Oh, no, did he think you meant him? His fidgeting makes you think maybe he's taking your bitterness to heart. Your heart hammers in your chest, the wheels spinning as you try to remember what you've told him about your life.

"I'd care, I'd want to be-" He stops himself, rethinks, "If it was me, if it was my baby, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you." You think steam might actually come out of your ears with how quickly you feel your face heat up. Blush popping onto your face like a gunshot.

"What?" You repeat, because you are stuck with your thoughts twirling around the "you" part of that statement. König seems to realize his mistake just as quickly.

"I'm- Please do not look at me right now, Hummelchen." He says like it pains him. You turn back to Honey quickly, lock your eyes on the wall of the barn and try to keep them there. "I misspoke, I was only trying to-"

"Let's focus on Honey." You offer, listening to him isn't helping you calm down your rapid pulse. Is König thinking about babies? You haven't even- Wait, babies? God, he only mentioned the one, why did you have to tack on the 's'?

"Right, Honey." He sighs, almost too happy to have you redirecting the conversation. "I'm a little worried about her," It's all business now, König's hand reaching past you to scratch between her ears, "It's a miracle one of my boys didn't hurt her, but a draft foal is..."

You worry the inside of your cheek between your teeth. You hadn't thought of that. Hadn't thought of how much bigger than Honey her potential Beau must be. She was little more than half their size. You shoot her a look, a very disappointed parental look. How the hell did she manage this? You glance at König's hand, his fingers gentle but so very big. Come to think of it you're sort of in the same position.

"I'll call the vet back and see what she thinks," You glance over your shoulder and up at König, he seems focused on Honey, "Do you, uh, want to be there?"

"Only if you want me there," He doesn't take his eyes off Honey, stroking down her nose with all the care in the world.

"I do." You tell him before you can really think about it. When did König become such a source of comfort for you?

"Then I'll be there." It's good practice, König thinks, good reassurance that he isn't going anywhere, that he'll find every shred of doubt and crush it. He's not a good man by any stretch of the definition, but he's damn sure better than the jackass that left you in the dust.

#könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #cowboy!König #oc: bee #König x oc #Bee thinking about how big König's babies would be #they'd be fucking huge Bee #christ woman this man is trying to wife you up you can't be saying I do around him #use your brain Bee I know you've got one #being around König gives her stupid disease #f!reader #könig x fem reader #König x f!oc

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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Hello! how are ya?? May I request a boyfriend Ao'nung with sully!reader? thank you so much <3

Boyfriend Ao'nung

summary: headcanons of ao'nung being a cutie patootie bf!!

fem!sullyreader

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Ao’nung being a boyfriend to his sully girlfriend! <3

At first he was mean to you just in a different way

He’d be almost intimidated by you and how he thought you were so beautiful

Ao’nung would just straight up refuse to acknowledge your existence rather than ridiculing it

You hated that. Immensely.

So, one day you forced him to face you.

“Ao’nung! Come ride an ilu with me!” You chirped skipping over to where he laid on the sand. He grimaced hearing your voice.

“No.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t be a wuss.” His head perked up. He was no wuss, he however was one easily persuaded man when he looked at the way you glimmered in the sunlight. He might’ve drooled at the sight of you.

“Hurry up then.”

After that day, he continued to use your ‘ilu races’ as a way to continuously talk to you.

He always won, and he always managed to keep a hand on you after the races

He thought it was subtle but really his touches felt like he was ravenous for you

Now Ao’nung as you boyfriend after months of ilu races and pining you let Ao’nung call yourself his

He’d be really protective, keeping you behind him in the small amounts of hunts he took you on, keep an eye on you whenever you swam in case your breathing failed. He wanted no harm to ever come your way

The ilu races would become a weekly tradition, like a date night where you raced and when you eventually got tired you would lay on the sand watching the stars

Ao’nung loves when you take his bun out and redo his braids. He feels so close to you and to have your work on him as a trophy and memory that he was in love with the best woman he’s ever met

He’d still be tough though

Refusing your teases and pleads for him to be softer.

In the earlier days on your relationship, he would’ve been quite reserved but you let him feel comfortable enough to open up and not be the chiefs son but Ao’nung in front of you

He would get jealous easily

Never at you though, if he saw a fellow Metkayina flirt with you he’d take matters into his own hands and have you never know

(You always knew)

Overall, Ao’nung would be a protective boyfriend and he would only ever show his soft side to you.

bonus!

“Y’know Ao’nung I know you keep starting fights with the guys who talk to me.” You said to him as you comb through his hair as he lays peacefully in your lap.

He stiffens his grip on your shins slightly tightening.

“I don’t start fights. I just finish them.” You scoffed at him rolling your eyes knowing he couldn’t see

“Sure, tough guy…”

“Hey! I am tough. Look at these.” He begins to flex his arms a smile spread across his face. Slapping his arm lightly you giggled with him.

“Yes of course, you’re my tough guy.”

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authors note: just a cute little short one! i'm also clearing my inbox so i am going through my requests! i'll be writing the ones I like soon!

taglist: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @dngnmtr-blo

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undercoverpena · 10 months

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phone sex

javier peña x f!reader | bonus scene of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: smut. phone sex. 18+. masturbation (female) i'd recommend you having read chapter four before reading this bonus scene. an: part of my birthday bash, hope you enjoy this little bonus treat.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

You still think you’re that good you could destress me miles away?

most definitely

Do it then.

what call you

Call me and de stress me, Javier.

I dare you.

where’s your phone

I have a phone in my bedroom. I call you a lot from it.

you tease

“I can’t get over how you make saying hello sound so good.”

You laugh, it travelling down the phone, settling his nerves. “I still can’t get over how sexy your voice sounds.”

Smiling, he runs his palm over his thigh. “Is it sexier if I tell you to take off your clothes.”

“Getting straight into it?”

“I’m an efficient man.”

You don’t answer, but he does hear you take a breath.

A loud one.

One which puffs and then simmers down the phone, through his ear until it settles in his chest. Stretching, spreading across his chest and down his stomach.

“Take them off slowly for me. One by one.”

“All of them?”

“All of them.”

He tunes into the rustle, to the movement of the phone against your ear and the occasional noise he can’t ascertain. Briefly whispering to tell him what you’re removing, earning him a half-sketched image of what is happening.

Trousers first, pooling at your feet. A blouse that slides down your arms. Then, to torture him, he hears the snap of one of your bra straps, a slight whimper—

“That for me?”

It’s soft, your laugh. Laced in heavy lust. “Maybe my finger slipped.”

“Bullshit, baby.”

“Bet you wish you had a phone in your room.”

“More than fucking anything.”

Your laugh is different, briefly interjecting that you’re bra has met the floor, followed by your underwear.

“Now what?”

You’re nervous.

He can tell from the infliction in your tone. He knows your voice now—can tell when something is off.

Usually, you’re so confident, put together, quick on your feet—likely even used to being in control, meeting him tit for tat.

Now, he wonders if it’s apprehension or shyness. Whether you’d attempt to hide parts of yourself from him, not realising, or ever being told prior how good you look. How pretty.

Because he knows you’re pretty. And he knows you look good. He feels it. He imagines it—you. The outline of a person he doesn’t yet know and skin he doesn’t know the feel of, pebbling in the air of your room. Fingers fiddling, standing close to your bed but not quite on it.

Licking his lips, he adjusts himself in his jeans. Thankful the house is alone—but still not risking undoing the button on his jeans. Not releasing the zip down the teeth of his trousers—freeing his hardening cock.

“Lie down for me, baby.”

It’s soft, the whisper of okay. It likely slipping out from between a teeth-bitten lip. Hearing shuffling, before nothing.

“You there?”

You swallow, it loud down his ear. “I’m-m here.”

“It’s okay. Gonna look after you.”

It’s sweet, almost comforting the way you sigh. Mumbling that you know, as he asks you where you’d want him to touch if he were there.

And it awakens you, stirs something which banishes shyness. Hearing how you’d want his lips on your neck first, hand on your breast—that you’d want him to kiss down your collarbone, taunt you, tease you—

“Make me wait. Keep me on the edge.”

His eyes close for a second or two longer as your words meet his ear. Hand rubbing his jaw as you continue to tell him how you’d want him to make your toes curl without so much as touching between your legs—

“And then what?”

Javi balls up his fist, his jeans impossibly tight. The hour impossibly quiet. So much so, he can hear the blood pounding through his ears—can hear the way he lets out a breath. Not shaky. But close.

“Want to feel how heavy your cock is on my tongue, Javi.”

He groans. Actually fucking groans.

It stirs something in you that makes the softest whimper of his name travel down his ear.

“Then want you to touch me, taste me, Javi.”

Fuck.

“Bet with how much you talk, you’d be good with your mouth,” you add.

His lips curling, laugh hovering on his tongue. “Oh I am, baby.”

It’s the way you moan at that which makes him consider licking a stripe up his palm. He could take a hold of his cock—just hold it. Release the tension, waiting and stemming off the pleasure he could so easily let himself feel.

If only he had a fucking phone in his room.

He could be palming his cock, doing so with you.

“Wish you’d called my handheld now.”

You let out a breathy laugh. Hearing how it’s followed by a gasped-moan.

“Fuck, I like the noises you make.”

“Yeah?”

He smirks, hand tightening around his clock. “So pretty. Gimme more, lemme hear more of them, slide another finger in—please—”

“Fuck, Javi, how’d you know—”

He can hear it. Even through the shitty phone—the little frustrated groans you’re emitting because it’s not enough. But you wish it was.

“Do it,” he says, eyes closing as you moan his name as you slide another in.

Wishing he could hear it, the sound of them sliding in and out. Desperately wanting to forgo responsibilities and fucking fly to you and do what you just asked him to.

“So good. You’re so good for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby. Doing so good—“

“Fuck, Javi.”

He brushes his palm against the outside of his jeans, a spark rushing through him at the contact—not enough, but something. Desperate to keep his hand there, roll his hips to alleviate some pressure in the centre of his childhood fucking home.

He needs a phone in his room.

Half-tempted to even risk the bill from calling you back from his mobile, pay the charge—get to chase release the same as you.

“Wish you’d come with me, Javi.”

He balls his fist, pressing it to his forehead. Wishing the very same. Wanting it more than fucking anything.

“Bet you sound g-good too. Moaning my name—“

“What I’d do to you if you were here,” he interrupts.

Hearing you go silent. Words fading to nothing. How your breathing is heavier, quicker. That you’re suddenly whispering his name, closer to a chant than pleading.

“I’d grip your thighs, keep you in place as my tongue tastes how much you want me.”

“J-Javi.”

“I know, baby,” he soothes, hand over his jean-covered cock. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Just need to come.”

You don’t manage to scream it, never mind mumble a yes. You just make a sound that shoots fire and desperation through him—from head to fucking toe. The hand clasping the receiver so tight, he could crack it—the other palming himself like he can’t control himself.

And he can’t.

Not with you.

“Shit,” he hears you say. “Fuck.”

He smirks, still hearing your orgasm in his ear—the way his name ripped out of your throat. How it sounded so fucking good.

“You de-stressed?”

It’s breathy, the way you whisper yes.

Clearing your throat, the sound of you moving before you pause.

“Javi?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Put the phone down, go to your room, and answer your mobile—“

“Wait, it’ll cost you—“

“I said—“

“You fuckin’ got it.”

an: see you on tuesday for chapter five

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rainyapricotcreatorparty · 3 months

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Pain Relief

GIF not mine

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Wrong grammar, pure smut, Minors DNI, oral f receiving, slight praise kink, fingering

Summary: You are on your period and Loki finds a way to relieve you from your pain.

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Cramps you hated it, it was like someone was stabbing you multiple times without mercy. Plus the mood swings that you couldn't control was frustrating. You lay in bed in a fatal position, your knees touching your chest, your arms around your legs pulling them close. You wanted anything to take the pain away. It was hard to move and your lower back was killing you, your breasts felt swollen. You just wanted to dig a hole and die in it. You wanted to take a medicine but you were afraid if you ate something your stomach would turn against you and throw everything out as soon as you put something in your mouth.

A groan leaves your mouth you were in so much pain. You turn around on the bed trying to find a good position to stay in to make it less painful but alas the stabbing pain was still there eating away at your lower stomach.

You hear the door opening. "Are you alright darling?" Said a deep british voice that sends shivers down your spine. you turn your head in the direction of the voice, there he stood Loki god of mischief your lover. He stood tall with his soft black hair sleeked back it. He was a sight for sore eyes that's for sure. You loved admiring his features from his gorgeous greenish blue eyes, to his high cheek bones, to his rosy lips.

"No, the cramps are killing me.." your voice barely audible. worry shines through his eyes as he walks up to the end of the bed and climbs next to you, He picks you up to sit in his lap, he wraps his arms around you to cuddle. "What can I do for you to feel better love?" he says softly in your ears. "I just need to my pain medicine but I can't take it on an empty stomach." You whimper as an another stab of pain hits you. "Would you like some tea? A hot drink might help with the pain." He says and you just nod your head. He placed you on the bed softly and kisses your forehead before he heads out.

Worry seeps through his veins as he makes your cup of tea. He didn't know what to do in this situation. He put the water in kettle while he waited he searched on how to help with period pain on the phone he was still new to all the technology and he hated how he could't use it, but he tries to remember what you taught him about searching on the 'internet' after searching how to soothe period cramps.

Get a message.

Heating pads.

Hot drinks.

he kept scrolling until a sentence stopped mid swiping.

Reach an Orgasm.

He raised an eyebrow at that, orgasms can help with cramps?

The kettle whistled breaking out of his trance, he added the tea bag and added the hot water. He grabbed the cup and walked back to your room.

He gently opened the door to your bedroom poking his head inside, you were still lying in that same fatal position. He walked up to the bed and gently placed the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Love, I made you tea." He whispered as softly stroked your arm. You groaned and moved to sit up to drink. He sits down beside you and grabs the cup and hands it you. You slowly took sip of the hot liquid. He puts his arm around you, as you put your head to his neck. After drinking he grabs the empty cup from your hands and places it down. He picks you up and places you between his legs as you rest your back to his front. He messaged your abdomen remembering the instructions he read.

As he continued to message you, a groan leaves your mouth in pain and relief, his hands worked magic at your lower stomach. His hands started to go up your upper stomach and down to your thighs. "I read that orgasms helps with the pain" Your eyes widened at that, blood rushed to your cheeks. "umm, Yes, that is true but you don't want to, there is blo-" He shushed with his finger to your lips. "You think I care about a little blood? If it takes the pain away I will gladly do it. Besides I love the noise that comes out of your pretty lips." He says. Heat rushed between your legs at his words.

His hands roams down your stomach feeling your body until it came over your covered center. Rubbing over the fabric of your pants. He adds pressure and continues rubbing, you move your hips grinding to his hand. Moans left your lips at the sensation. Pain still ate at your lower stomach but mixed with pleasure it was a heavenly feeling to you. His hand slid under your pants and panties straight to your core. Your face flushed goosebump all over your skin it was such a beautiful feeling. His fingers found your slit your sweet juices covered his fingers trailing down his hands you were so aroused. Moans left your lips as he pushed a finger inside of you his fingers were long and had the perfect about of thickness as he stretched your pussy out.

“You are so wet darling” he said with his deep voice in your ear as he sucked at your earlobe, shivers ran down your back at the action. Your wetness and blood covered his fingers he kept thrusting his finger inside of you. Pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, his fingers kept hitting your g-spot perfectly, his thumbs finds the pearl on your clit. Moans leaves your lips. Your legs started to shake at the sensations you tried to close your legs, but Loki's hand came down and held them in place and kept thrusting. Loki can feel how you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

"You are not allowed to cum until I tell you." He whispered in your ear, you whined at his words you were so close to the feeling of bliss, his fingers keeping a constant pace bringing you over the edge. After what seemed like forever in this hard teasing he finally whispered. "Come for me love." On command your orgasm came crashing on you. Your back arching forward shaking uncontrollably. Loki with his fingers still inside of you continued to thrust his fingers inside you while you rode your orgasm.

You sigh in relief and pure bliss, your body relaxes against Loki. Loki's fingers coming to a stop. Your cheeks now a pretty red from the event that just happened. Loki pulls out of you, his fingers stained with red and your juices and brings it to his lips. your eyes widened at the action.

"Loki, what are you doing?" you try to catch his hand but his fingers were already at his lips as he sucked on them. Embarrassment fills your chest.

"There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about love, You taste delightful" He smirks at the red in your cheeks. Suddenly he starts to pull your pants and panties off.

"You don't actually think we are done now are we? I know you can give me one more my love." He discards your pants to the floor. He gets up from under you and crawl to.

"What? no-" He grabs your knees and pulls to him. He pushes your legs apart as he started to kiss your inner thighs. "I want to take your pain away and listen to those sweet noises you make my love" You shiver when his soft lips reach your center. You look down at instantly make eye contact with him his intense greenish blue eyes.

You jolt when his tongue played the pearl of nerves at your center, soft moans left your lips at the sensation, you were still a little sensitive after your last orgasm. His fingers moved up down slowly at you opening collecting your wetness on his fingers. He pushed his middle finger inside at a painfully slow pace. Your mouth falls open as you throw your head back. With his finger he makes a come motion hitting your g-spot perfectly, building up your orgasm. He teases you with his fingers suddenly moving fast and as heels you clench around his finger he slows down. You whimper in agony. "Look at you whimpering such sweet sounds you make. Look at how you clench on my finger love" He pushes in another finger inside you filling you up. The sounds leaving your mouth get louder with each passing minute. Soon he pushes a third finger completely stretching you out. Your eyes widen he stretches you out beautifully. Your hands come down and pulls at his tall black silky hair. He groans into you as you pull his hair. The mixture of his fingers and tongue which was still working on your pearl of nerves.

"Loki, please" you moan out. "Tell me what you need love" He says. "I want to come please." you say. "As you wish love" He continues his hitting your g-spot each time with a perfect pace. Finally your orgasm came crushing down on you, moans leaves your lips as you rise your orgasm. your body becomes mush as you relax into the mattress. Loki covers you with a blanket and pulls you to his chest.

"How are you feeling now love?" You smile at him "much better, so much better" He kisses your lip softly while cuddling with. "You did so well for me love, rest now I will clean up." he kisses your forehead and you close your eyes.

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xtrafluffyteddy · 12 days

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The boss

Body guard! Ghost x Mafia boss! Fem! reader

A little self indulgent buttttt

Tw: violence, guns, alcohol, blood, sexism (quickly resolved)

Your name was feared around town, no one really knew what you looked like but they heard fearsome tales of a mafia boss who left people who wronged them so busted and broken that even dental records couldn’t tell you who they were before they crossed you, as well as the mafia bosses guard dog who would rip people to shreds just for starting rumors, and you loved it that way it made you feel powerful, untouchable.

“Love” Simon says as he strides into your room holding a new file and your favorite tea “new client comin in today he’ll be here in 20” he leans down to give you a soft kiss through his mask that he kept on during business hours, his face was only for your viewing pleasure no one else’s. “Mmm that you my darling stay with me won’t you?” You look up at him grinning “wouldn’t dream of leavin your side” he grunts.

The man, your client, came in 20 minutes late already getting himself on your shit list, “hey baby where’s the boss I gotta talk to him” the man says as he makes himself comfortable on your pristine black leather couch putting his disgusting feet up on your glass table “and uh get me a whiskey while your at it” you couldn’t help but grit your teeth catching Simon who gave you a look that screamed ‘let me kill this motherfucker’ with a quick wave of your hand you get up putting on a sickly sweet smile “of course sir anything else I can get for you sir”, Simon fought back the urge to tear this man apart for disrespecting you.

When you came back into the room you hand the man the shittiest whiskey you had in house after spitting in it when he wasn’t looking “thanks doll face” he said before slapping your ass as you walked back to Simon causing you to grit your teeth again. “Let me kill ‘em love” Simon whispers in your ear as he glares at the man “not yet darlin but soon” you turn back to the man with a fake smile “can you hurry it up bitch I got more important things to do” the man snarled getting fed up with how long it’s taking “of course of course” you sit down crossing one leg over the other picking up his file.

Reading over his file you were less that impressed a couple of petty crimes and a few drug runs nothing special in your eyes “hey big guy call your fucking boss already since this broad apparently doesn’t know how to fucking listen” your eye twitches as the man puts his cigarette out on your couch. Simon gives you a look and you nod grinning as he picks up his phone and presses call on your number. The look on the man’s face was priceless as your phone rang you relished in the way the color drained from his face and he immediately sat up straight “I-I-I-I” he stuttered “you- you- you- you what” you snarled “didn’t mean to disrespect me? Didn’t mean to come into my office make a mess of my shit? Oh sweetheart we’re way past piss poor apologies” he began shaking his head quickly getting up to come towards you only to be stopped by Simon who puts his hands on the man’s chest and pushed him back down onto the couch “sit down.” Simon growls before looking back at you “what do ya want me to do to him ma’am” you suck your teeth before sighing “maybe I’ll feed you to my dogs, orrrr maybe I’ll cut out your tongue for calling me a bitch, or I’ll let Ghost torture you nice and slow and send pieces of you back to the shit hole you crawled out of” you hum like your thinking “I think I’ll leave that a surprise wouldn’t wanna ruin the fun would we”

The mans body was found 5 blocks from your hideout, the police couldn’t believe the amount of damage that was inflicted. He was missing his eyes, his fingernails, his teeth seemed to have been pulled out one by one and shoved down his throat, and his tongue cut out and found right next to him with the word bitch carved into it.

“Si” you sigh stretching as you look over at the man who was washing the blood off his hands “yes my love” he replies turning his full attention towards you “I’m thinking Chinese tonight? Or maybe Italian” to others your lack of remorse for the carnage you left was terrifying, sickening even, but to Simon he couldn’t help but stare at you heart racing as he fell more in love with you.

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two-white-butterflies · 8 months

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As Lovers Often Do - c. 1

Description: Alyssa Strong was born to be Aemond's wife. As the dance occurs, certain consequences are levied upon her.

"An eye for an eye. A son for a son."

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"Prince Alyssa and Prince Aemond were taken by the water, but her legacy lives on; in the Martells of Dorne, the Starks in Winterfell, the Arryns in Eyrie and in you, my sweet sister. Name is everything. Legacy is everything. You may think yourself clever in deceiving the King, but a thousand years from now they will still see your children as his and his legacy will live on, while your name fades."

-Tyrion Lannister to Queen Cersie.

Alyssa was the second child of Princess Saera and Ser Harwin. Her mother was always a blunt creature, always making it known that certain responsibilities came with the luxury of being royalty, that she was expected to marry a lord from a good house - she couldn't blame her mother as the same expectations were levied upon her too - and the thousands of ladies that came before her.

Her worth would be measured by the lord that she'd marry. What was a wife but a mere extension of her husband?

"Are you nervous?" Saera opened her mouth, quickly fading into Alyssa's periphery with rehearsed grace. "Must we attend?" Alyssa pouts, unable to tame her silver locks.

"Must we breathe?" her mother returned the question, eventually taking another step towards her - combing through her hair easily. "Tis' only uncle's nameday, and you are not exactly fond of him." she persuaded, earning a small chuckle from her mother.

"Believe me, my dragon - if we had a choice we'd still be in Dragonstone. It is of utmost importance that we attend. Queen Alicent will be expecting us." she gently reminded.

Oh, Queen Alicent would be most offended with their absence - She didn't plan on leaving her daughter with a Queen that hated her. "It will be nothing but eating and watching people dance." she huffed. "You can dance too," Saera insinuated and a groan escapes her daughter's mouth. "I do not wish to dance." "Then don't,"

"- all that's important to me is that you attend, and you pretend to be happy about it." Saera hummed, braiding Alyssa's hair softly - Alyssa's hair was almost white, bleached by the sun as she lounged around the beach with careless action. "You are a cruel mother," Alyssa frowned and her mother laughs in return.

"Of course, I am horrible and I wish death upon you." she humored, pressing a soft kiss on her daughter's forehead. "Behave, Alyssa." she urged and Alyssa nodded her head. "Yes." she sighed.

Alyssa looked around the Great Hall - impressed with the decorations and lavishness that her grandfather provided. Uncle Aegon wasn't exactly his favorite child. "It looks good," Daegon mumbled while pushing his sister towards the Royal Table.

"Do you think that the same effort will be given on our nameday?" Alyssa pondered and her brother shook his head. "Why would they waste the Crown's coffers on us?" he scoffed, sitting down on the chair beside Jacaerys. "Because we're the only ones who look like Targaryens," she mumbled to herself.

"I heard that," Lucerys crossed his arms - angry that his cousin was making such comments about them. "I was joking," Alyssa frowned, taking a seat in between Daegon and Lucerys.

"Happy nameday, my prince." she smiles falsely at her uncle. "Yes, yes." Aegon waves her away - quick to settle his hand on some servant's behind.

Saera rolls her eyes.

"I'm sure that we can afford some decorum, Aegon." she lightly scolded, and Alyssa didn't fail to recognize the sour expression on his face. "I apologize, sister." he could only smile in return - feeling the burning gaze of Prince Daemon.

"I will not have you doing this during celebration, Aegon. Now, why don't you dance with Helaena or Alyssa for the meanwhile." Queen Alicent smiled - but everything she does always has a purpose. She intends for Aegon to marry either Helaena or Alyssa - to keep the 'bloodline' pure (a bloodline that does not belong to her.)

Daegon leaned slowly towards his sister.

"I'm bored," he whispered while fiddling with the tablecloth. "I've been bored three hours ago," she grits her teeth, at some point - she even tried to convince herself to bolt away. "- I want to leave but I don't want to miss the action." he whispered with a childish twinkle in his eyes. He knew something.

"Do you care sharing?" she grumbled, annoyed that he was keeping a vital information from her. "There's one person that refuses to attend this celebration." he smiled and she looks around their table. Right! Uncle Aemond wasn't here. "Aemond." she breathed and he nods.

"Why do you think so?" she gossiped, prepared to share this with her mother the following day. "Now you didn't hear this from me - but apparently during Aemond's nameday a few moons ago, Aegon brought him to a brothel." he continued sharing the story.

"Oh no, he must've thrown a fit - he probably believed that the Seven Hells would eat him whole." Jacaerys joked, earning a light chuckle from Daegon. "Probably, and now he refuses to attend his own brother's celebration." Daegon finished - taking a sip of his wine.

Alyssa takes a bite of her potato.

"I completely understand his reaction! Older siblings should protect their younger siblings." she defended and Jacaerys shoots Daegon a knowing stare. "Older siblings should protect their younger siblings." Jacaerys repeats to his cousin. "Hey! I protect Alyssa, remember that time when Aegon wanted to kill her cat?" he argued and the three of them erupt into bouts of laughter.

She rolled her eyes, turning her gaze towards the other parts of the hall. Her eyebrows furrow slightly, seeing the doors open and Aemond step inside of the room. "Seven hells," she mutters, poking Daegon's ribs and pointing at her grown uncle. "Holy fuck," he sneered, leaning towards Jacaerys' ears to whisper a few insults.

"It's a good thing we didn't leave, no?" he joked once more, Alyssa elbows his ribs - annoyed with his constant jabs at Aemond. "Jacaerys, might be best to keep Lucerys out of his sight." Alyssa humored - the prince beside her slightly pales.

"Happy nameday, Aegon." Aemond halts in front of his brother. The atmosphere between the both of them was evidently tense - they didn't need to speak to each other in order to understand what they were feeling. "Thank you, brother." he answers with a gulp.

Aegon points at the big table; "Our family is right over there, you should greet Saera and Rhaenyra - they traveled all the way from Dragonstone." he switches the topic. Aemond was the tallest of all the Targaryen siblings - his shoulders were wide and menacing, his legs were long - one would even assume that he was the oldest one, if it weren't for his older sisters having children of his age.

"I assume that you've already thanked them for arriving," Aemond breathed through his nose. Aegon never had a knack of diplomacy - all he knows is to waste the people's money on his vices. "I saw no need," he avoided and his younger brother scoffs.

He was the youngest of the two and yet ... he was the only one who cared about civility - the only one who studied history and swordfighting while his brother spent his days around whores and wine. Why was Aegon born before him? When he was most worthy of the title 'first son'.

"Of course you didn't."

"Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Saera, Prince Daemon - thank you for attending our brother's nameday in such short notice." Aemond's lips pressed into a thin line before sitting on the empty spot beside his mother. "We wouldn't miss it for the world, brother." Saera smiles.

"It seems like yesterday when Aegon was yet a babe, small he was - but according to the Queen he came without a fuss." Rhaenyra enunciated the last word, as if it had another meaning.

"A small babe, we thought that he wouldn't make it past the fortnight - but he's grown to be healthy and capable." Alicent responded, her words also with a second meaning. "Capable of being Rhaenyra's hand, I surmise." Saera notes while rubbing circles on her swollen belly. Aemond clenches his fists - Aegon as Rhaenyra's hand? It was almost laughable.

What would the realm turn into, then?

"Words are not done deals," Alicent's eyebrows raised. Aegon needed to be the next king after his father, it was only right. "Indeed," Aemond answered quickly.

He turns his head towards Lady Alyssa, who was sitting parallel to him. "Lady Alyssa," he greets and she smiles - they were the only ones who could understand each other in Kingslanding.

"How old is Aegon? Sixteen - seventeen?" Daemon suddenly opens his mouth after holding it too long. "Seventeen," Aemond responds. "By the grace of the seven gods, at that age I was already married to the Lady Rhea Royce for 2 years." Daemon comments, seemingly pointing out Aegon's lack of maidens.

"Which is why I planned on speaking to Princess Saera. Lady Alyssa is of a comfortable age, mayhaps we could betroth her to Aegon." Alicent recommends and the atmosphere turns cold. Alyssa's eyes quickly turn towards her mother - waiting for her response.

"No." Daemon answers instead.

"I agree with my husband, Queen Alicent. Aegon is far too old for my daughter - not to mention his reputation. And it would not benefit House Strong to marry into House Targaryen once more." Saera reasoned and the Queen smiles bitterly.

"Prince Daemon is much older than you, Princess Saera - and my memory serves me well. Your uncle's reputation was not exactly beautiful." Alicent reminds, not allowing the slander to permeate throughout the mind of her son.

Aemond looks at his niece.

"Princess Alyssa, do you wish to marry my brother?" he stares at her, gawking as he waits for a reply. "It would be an honor, but such decisions should be placed upon the hands of my mother and lord." she smiled, not wanting to make a fuss out of her hand.

"Mother, she does not wish to marry Aegon." Aemond interrupts plainly, and Alicent glares at him - mad at his boldness. "Oh, my sweet boy, if every parent followed the whims of their sons and daughters - half of us in this hall wouldn't exist." she says.

"Enough of this, Alicent. We intend to enjoy our evening." Daemon says rudely and the Queen turns away.

"God, could you even begin to imagine me as your brother's wife." Alyssa chuckled while taking a sip of her ale. "Princess Alyssa Targaryen, fitting but not for the right reasons." Jacaerys agreed while sitting beside Aemond.

She takes a deep breath, after a few more hours of arguing - the children decided to spend their time outside - in the garden but bathed in moonlight. "What do you think, Aemond? Why is Queen Alicent so hellbent on having me married to Aegon? I've heard the rumors, does she really want him as king?" she questioned.

Aemond shook his head; truly unsure.

"I don't know," he responded and Jacaerys turns to look at him. "But you agree and recognize that my mother is the rightful heir." Jacaerys' eyes narrowed - it was his first time breaking bread with his uncle, after years of being trained to think that he was the enemy.

"The rightful heir will still be decided upon, you'll never know if the King changes his mind." Aemond sneered, earning a glare from all three of his nephews/niece. "That's a real class way of saying that you don't believe that Princess Rhaenyra is the rightful heir," Daegon points out - not fully trusting his sister's friend.

Alyssa rolls her eyes; "Everyone knows that Aunt Rhaenyra will be Queen after kepazma. (grandfather)" she says for certain, shooting her uncle a knowing stare. "Then Jacaerys and his children, which he is yet to have." Alyssa mutters while leaning on the wall.

Aemond stares at Alyssa and she already knows what he thinks. He believes that Jacaerys and his siblings are not real Targaryens - sullied by Ser Harwin's blood, but wouldn't that make her tarnished too? Because her father was Ser Harwin Strong.

"You bore yourselves with politics, but do you wish to know what I really think of the situation?" he inquires and the trio nod. "What?" Alyssa's eyes twinkle as she scoots closer towards her uncle. "That Daegon and Jacaerys will be married soon," he begins.

"Who would've thought of that?" Daegon teased and Aemond's eyes narrowed saying; do you want me to continue? "But keep talking," Jacaerys looked at the far distance. He would be a good king - always listening to the advice of others.

"Daegon to some Martell or Stark and Jacaerys to one of the Velaryon twins or a Baratheon." he surmised, gathering all of the information he heard from the servants.

"Whether we like it or not, war is evidently brewing - as long as our King stays lenient to mistakes. Prince Daemon wouldn't allow this of course, he has a mind for war." Aemond compliments with admiration to his own uncle. "You have a twisted liking to our kepus," Daegon humored - allowing the ale to take full control of his brain.

Alyssa chuckles. "Don't let mother hear you, she'll burn all of us alive."

"When you say that war is brewing, do you mean that your faction will start it?" Jacaerys keeps his eyes focused on Aemond's general direction. Instead of replying, Aemond takes a deep breath. "The night has been long - and I must retire." he bid his goodbyes, standing up - and feeling the pairs of eyes glare at him.

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i apologize in advance.

Dick stared at the suit. The suit stared back. But no eyes filled the white holes. No straight lipped smile greeted him. The suit was empty. Its ears seemed wilted, though Dick knew that was just his imagination. He swallowed. “Y'know, it wont magically wrap itself around you.” Drawled a voice. “You have to actually put it on.” Dick turned to face his younger brother, Jason. But even with the cocky words and aloof demeanor, Dick could see it hurt Jason, hurt him deeply, perhaps not as deeply as it hit Dick, but he felt the empty suit just the same. Dick gave a shallow nod, not bothering the remarks with words. Jason swallowed. “Its what he would have wanted.” He offered quietly. Dick turned away. He didn't bother to contradict him. To tell him that despite what the others might believe, Bruce, his father, had never intended for any of them to don his suit. Although he had planned on them burying him. Not the other way around as had happened too many times. The soft padding of feet was the only sound of Jason’s departure. It was uncommon, nowadays, for the second Wayne child to leave without words of goodbye. But today… Dick understood today. He swallowed, and with shaking hands, opened the glass case.

The Batcave was silent. Not unusual, but it was unusual with all of the kids in it. The Batcave was never silent if the kids were present. It was something Bruce had always claimed he hated, but he had always smiled so fondly, so none had taken him seriously. But today it was. Steph was leaned against the desk, Tim in the Batchair next to her, his eyes on the Batcomputer, though he wasn't typing. For once, he was completely still. Cass, on the other hand, was pacing, her usually silent footfalls now making little scuffing sounds on the floor. Amplified by the lack of sound from the other kids, it echoed around them, almost as a steady heartbeat. The kids swallowed back their bile. Jason was propped on his motorbike, helmet held loosely in his hands. His guns were nowhere in sight. Damian sat at his feet, fidgeting. Duke, for once, was awake this late, and was twiddling his thumbs, gnawing on his bottom lip as he leaned against the far wall of the Batcave. Babs sat in her wheelchair next to where Cass was pacing, her laptop opened in front of her, but the screen was dark. Had fallen dark long ago. Selina stood, watchful, at the edge, watching all of them with keen eyes, but did not say a word. Could not find any. Alfred was in bed. He had not left it since… since the funeral. Finally, Cass’s pacing slowed, and she turned to the door, hearing things the other kids could not. All at once, the atmosphere changed, became even more charged, and they turned to the door. Steph, Jason, and Damian stood, and Duke pushed off the wall. They formed a small half circle facing the door, linking hands. As though they needed each other to get through this. Finally, the sound of walking alerted the others to what Cass had heard so much earlier. The steps were smaller, almost sluggish, but as they neared the door they picked up, almost as if forcing cheer and pep into their step. The sounds slowed and finally stopped just before the door. “Ready?” he called quietly. They locked eyes, and slowly nodded. Batman stepped into the Batcave, and promptly keeled over, vomiting.

Selina rushed to Dick’s side in an instant, but the other kids couldn't move, frozen in place. Even Selina hesitated as she neared, slowing to a shuffle. Before she reached him he had straightened, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He raised himself to his full height and made eye contact. Damian started shaking. Jason fainted. Tim looked green. Babs spun her wheels, turning away. Steph had her hands curled under her chin and silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Cass’s head was shaking side to side, ever so slightly. Duke swallowed. Selina took a step back. Staggered back. Catwoman staggered. A smile, so fake it almost looked like it hurt, blossomed across Batmans face, but it did the trick. Now Dick looked more like himself. The smile faltered, but then returned full force, still straining with its lack of conviction. “Oh Dickie.” Selina whispered. But even with all the compassion and heartache in her voice, she did not take another step towards him. Did not dare step near that suit. The door to the Batcave opened and everyone tensed, then relaxed slightly as Wonder Woman and Superman walked in, quietly. Clarks eyes roved over all of them, before landing on Dick. An expression they had never seen before crossed his face, emotions spasming, before the alien had Dick pinned against the wall by the throat, snarling in his face. “Take it off!” he growled. Dick stared at him, unflinching. “Before he was your friend,” the oldest Wayne child said lowly. “He was my father.” The alien dropped him to the floor, taking a staggered step back. Dick flinched. Everyone staggered back from him. From the suit. From him in the suit. “Are you prepared?” Selina asked him softly. Dick stood taller, not bothering with the forced smile this time. The expression nearly took her breath away. Dick and the other children could deny it all they liked, but they resembled their father whether they wanted to or not. And had it not been for the fact that Selina had seen him die, knew he was taller, knew his face better than she knew her own, she could not tell the difference, in that moment. Between the boy, the man, that stood before her now, and the man who she had fallen in love with. “Come.” she bade him softly, turning away so she did not have to look, did not have to look at that face that was him and yet not. Dick built steel into his spine, into his step. Did not stop to think about how his line was drawn in the same grim line he had so often seen his father make. Did not focus on his siblings who all shrank away from him like he had the plague, tears and pleas and threats in their eyes. Instead he followed Selina, his steps steady. She stepped aside quickly, eyes averted, as though looking at him physically hurt her, and Dick took a deep breath, stepping in front of the mirror. Then he promptly turned, and threw up.

#batman #batfam #batkids #selina kyle #no bruce wayne #this is... after bruce's death #and dick has to put on the suit #in case that wasnt clear #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #barbara gordon

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no-see-um-incorrect · 4 months

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Bad Blood (literally)

Sam/Masc Darlin

Fluffy sick Fic

No proofread

Darlin’s POV

“come on Sam. pick up” i dialed the number again only to be met with the same voicemail I’ve heard 1 million times today

“you’ve reached Sam Collins if it’s important enough, you’ll leave a message”

Sam hadn’t answered my calls at all today, not even any texts. Which was abnormal usually I’m the one to mentally respond, but not actually message back.

Was he napping? no. Sam usually texts before he lays down for a nap

Maybe he was listening to music and it was too loud for him to hear his phone….No. Sam has sensitive ears, And likes to be hyper aware of his surroundings. usually the music is just loud enough to hear.

Maybe I’m just being obsessive and spiraling over nothing, maybe I’m just being a paranoid little shit like Chrissy is always saying…

or maybe my paranoia is warranted.

I make my way to David’s office

*KNOCK-KNOCK* “come in” I quickly open David’s door closing it a little too loud behind me

“oh, I thought you were Asher” “so sorry to disappoint. Can I go home early?” He cocked his head like a confused dog (yea. I know) “…..can I ask why” “I think something might be wrong with Sam. he hasn’t answered any of my texts or calls….and I’m getting worried” “alright you can leave. I’ll get Milo to cover for you on the Walton job” “holy fuck, thanks David” I turned to leave.

“hey…Next time something like this happens just leave….you can fill me in later” I whisper a quick thank you. Before bolting out the door.

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Darlin jolted through traffic in ways that should’ve earned them many tickets. But that didn’t matter all that was going through their head was. possible scenarios of what they were gonna walk into. most of them less than pleasant.

Have they checked in with Quinn’s containment facility? Could Alexis’s invoke have worn off? Can invokes wear off? why does their driveway feel so much longer than it usually does.

Darlin pulled up next to Sam’s truck and threw open the door, not even bothering to turn their car off. Fumbling with their keys all the way up to the front door. Darlin unlocked it and ran inside.

“SAM! IM HOME!” They waited for a few seconds then they heard a groan. Coming from down the hall. they start walking down the hall, making sure to listen closely. the groan is coming from the end of the hall. It’s coming from.…..the bathroom??

Darlin presses their ear up against the door. inside they can hear labored breathing

“Sam?” They softly spoke. Admittedly, a little scared. a few seconds past before they heard a weak “Darlin?” it was quiet, it was weak but it was there. and it was Sam. and he sounded in pain? They think that’s what that is. “Sammy…i’m gonna open the door is that OK?” They can hear Sam grunt in agreement. they slowly opened the door. and they see Sam. On the floor. hunched over the toilet. They thought he was pale before. but you might as well call him a friendly ghost because he’s white as Casper.

“oh, baby…what happened?” “B-bad blood bag..*Gulp*” “like expired? or just bad blood?” “bad blo-*Cough!* I tried to-get to my phone but I-” Sam quickly leans closer to the toilet. Darlin places a soft hand on his back. using the other to hold his hair back. “oh shit. Ok. I got ya i got ya..” once Sam was finished hacking up a lung. He leans back against the bathroom wall.

“feel any better?” “still nauseous, but not nearly as bad as before” “how long have you been in here?” “…since around three hours after you left-And i know what your gonna say-” “SAM I left at 5 AM! And I don’t know if you’ve checked the clocks but it’s 3 PM” Sam was quiet his cheeks were flushed from being sick and his eyes started to fill up “…Sam..have you been throwing up all the time?” “…I couldn’t s s-” Darlin places a hand on his cheek. Caressing his face with their thumb. ”oh Sammy” they wrap their arms around him and hold him close. Sam takes a deep breath and leans into the embrace.

After a minute, Darlin hooks their arm under Sam’s legs. The other supporting his back. standing up and lifting him off the ground. Almost out of reflex, Sam wraps his arms around their neck. “Darlin! Put me down!” “nope, not happening. Sorry a Babe, but it’s my turn to play the big strong man in the relationship” Darlin walks them to the bedroom and lays him down.

“No. I can’t lay in the bed I’m gross” “and you laid in the bed and cuddled me when I had the flu. I don’t see your point. Can I take your shirt and pants off?” “yeah. Wait hold on. why?” “you’ve been in these clothes all day they’re probably sweaty and icky” Darlin removes his flannel and jeans, taking off his shoes and socks.

Sam’s skin was warm. But not the cozy warm that Darlin look forward to when they came home every day. This was like fever warm…but vampire edition,

“I’ll be right back. stay here” “well I don’t think I have the strength to go anywhere else”

Around 15 minutes later, Darlin comes in the room with a Home Depot 5 gallon bucket. They sit on the floor on Sams side of the bed.

“I’ve got Vernors courtesy of Ashers sister, saltines and vapor rub, three ice cold water bottles, and the main event..” they drop the 5 gallon bucket next to the nightstand in front of him “puke bucket. I Also threw away the blood bags that were left in the fridge and told Vincent to pick up some fresh ones at the bank by his house” Darlin sits down next to him and opens one of the water bottles “Drink” Sam grabs a water bottle and chugs it. not realizing how thirsty he was until now. Once he finishes, he tosses the water bottle into the bucket.

“thank you darlin” “there’s that voice” they lean forward and give him a kiss on the forehead “aw. Is my big bad wolf being soft?” “Only for you cowboy”

The next few hours were spent making sure Sam could function again. Darlin’ had reheated some of the chicken soup that Marie had given them. And made him eat a few bowls of it. not that he was complaining. he had drank almost every of the water bottle they had in the house. made quick work of the crackers and Vernors. and was now simply resting. laying on his side wall, his Darlin rubbed his shoulders. Feeling his now normal Sam temperature skin

“this is gonna sound bad, but I’m kind of happy that you were sick” “you’re right. That does sound bad” “what I mean is….when you weren’t returning my calls or texts I…I got really anxious and started thinking..” “started thinkin’ the worst?” “yeah..and of course, now I know that it wasn’t your fault that you weren’t answering I just got really worried” “well your worry was warranted you saw me. I was a mess…A mess that was then rescued by his favorite night in shining torn jacket” “Ha! Look, who’s being sappy now!” “must be the medication got me all up in the clouds like them migraine meds David takes”

Sam stretches out his shoulders and lets out a yawn.

“you should probably get ready for sleep. You must be exhausted” “you’re probably right” Sam turns over clicks the lamp off. And closes his eyes to sleep.

“what are you doing?” “getting ready to sleep” “all the way over there?” “I didn’t think. You would want to cuddle with me” “well you’re right about one thing” Darlin pulls Sam closer by his hips forcibly little spooning him “you didn’t think” they nuzzled their face into his neck and wrapped their arms around his torso

“…..I love you Darlin. your the best thing I’ve got” “your worth trying to be the best for”

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This might be shit. OH WELL

@frog-0n-a-l0g Luv u Boo. this for you

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin’

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rocknrollbabe14 · 9 months

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Baby Love (Part One)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Sex to forget the ex, masturbation (male), feelings of regret, depression, smoking, drinking, missing a relationship, lust. If I forget anything, let me know.

Also, thanks to @josephs-quinns for my banner 🥺

**This is a work in progress. It will be a couple of parts. I've been in a rut lately and this felt good to write.**

Finish. That’s all Joe had on his mind as he aimlessly, mindlessly fucked himself into the woman in bed with him. He closed his eyes, gripping her hips as grunts and groans escaped his lips. It was easy to finish if he closed his eyes and focused on something else—someone else. He was beginning to regret even fucking her in the first place.

“Feels so—good, Joe—”, the woman moaned out.

Joe. He wasn’t used to that and it wasn’t very affectionate when it left her lips. Part of him recoiled upon hearing his name from another voice, even more so from someone he didn’t want to hear it from.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so good.”

Who was he becoming? It was certainly someone he didn’t recognize anymore when he looked in the mirror. Was he close? This was becoming tiring and boring. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tighter, trying to focus his attention elsewhere—on you. As the image of you popped into his head—hair sprawled out on the pillow behind you, eyes warm and glossed over from him fucking you out, your soft and sweet moans filling his ears.

You were taking him so well and he was loving every second of it. His mind wandered back to when you told him he was the biggest you’d ever had—only filling his ego further. He leaned up slightly, allowing himself to go deeper as he imagined you were the one taking him, mind driving away from the current situation.

“Fuck—so close.”, the voice breathed, attempting to drag him out of his daydream.

“Yeah?”

That was all he could muster up, careful to not pull himself too far out of his delusions. He never had gone for the model type, but this was as good of a time as any. He was feeling worthless, useless—needed a little ego boost after you all broke up abruptly. He’d been seeing random girls in and out for the last six months, never committing to any of them too seriously. He didn’t want to—they weren’t you. There was no desire to further things with them.

Waking up in bed with the girls he’d fucked the night before felt empty. As he was trying to come into consciousness, for a moment he’d almost wrapped them in his arms, but quickly remembered they weren’t you as he opened his eyes and came back into reality. Opting immediately to go outside and have a smoke after he slid his shorts on. He could feel himself nearing his release. It was pathetic that he had come to this, but he still had needs and desires too.

He could feel his curls sticking to his forehead as he pushed himself through the last bit of sex. His breathing was hitching. His thick, broad fingers fumbled until he found breasts. A firm squeeze as he worked his hips, going as deep as he could inside her. Ready to make her cum and get this over with. He heard the moan that was not yours before the cries of pleasure hit his ears, realizing his job was done. There were soft moans and hiccups as he worked to finish himself, feeling unfulfilled as he fell in bed beside her.

She complimented his ability, telling him how good he was in bed. He nodded lightly, a slight smirk spreading across his lips as he grabbed a cigarette from his bedside table. He lit it as she turned over, pulling the sheet up and over herself, already almost falling asleep. He puffed on the cigarette, staring down at his cell phone. It was less than a week until he had to face you again. Until he had to be in the same room as you for the first time since your break up.

You all had worked together, been co-stars in a romantic comedy. There was no intention of becoming lovers, but all the intimate scenes and spending a lot of time getting to know one another had caused love to bloom unexpectedly. Joseph’s career had sky-rocketed since Stranger Things and Gladiator, becoming one of the most wanted actors in the business. Not to mention how many women wanted him as well. Any woman would throw themselves at him for a chance to sleep with him or even go on a date with him.

However, he didn’t want them. He only wanted you. Or so you had thought. Before the termination of your relationship, you both had agreed to do conventions together. Several over the course of a few months. Neither of you expected you’d be broken up by that point. You both viewed it as a chance to spend more time with each other with your all’s increasingly busy schedule. It didn’t help matters that he lived in London and you lived in the States.

Somehow, you all had made it work. He’d come to the States or you’d fly to London. You loved visiting him in London. It was a beautiful place, different than what you had seen before. There was something about him holding your hand as he dragged you through Borough Market or when he had taken you to see Big Ben for the first time, kissing you in the pale moonlight and asking you to officially be his. Romance was not something Joseph Quinn lacked in the slightest.

He never failed to make you feel special, even sending you flowers randomly. He’d sign them as your British lover and write he loved you on them. It made your heart melt, instantly sending him a text and telling him how much you loved him and how important he was to you. You all acted like love-sick teenagers, calling each other every chance you could even with the significant time difference. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter to him.

Little did he know, you laid in bed at night missing him. You had since you had broken up. Your bed was cold and lonely and you didn’t know when it wouldn’t be again. It was mentally draining. The days after your all’s break up (which was your choice) were the worst of your life. You felt like you had lost a piece of yourself. Essentially, you had. Joseph understood you—he was special. And now, he was gone. How would you recover?

You would have—still would give anything to be tangled up in the sheets in his house in London, making out softly as the sunlight came through the edge of his curtains. Some days, all you did was stay in bed with him. He’d let you sleep while he got up to smoke a cigarette and make dinner. His cooking was so good, you could taste the love and effort he put into it just for you. His love languages were cooking and touch. Now, that was far out of your reach—but not as far as you thought.

Joe gave up on his cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray as he heard the soft snores of the woman in bed beside him. He exhaled loudly, falling back against his pillow before plugging his phone up. One week and he’d lay eyes on you again—in person and not on the internet. Even seeing you on the news and gossip pages was refreshing for him. You looked good—great and that pained him. Knowing you were happy without him. If only he knew the truth.

The week seemed to drag by. Maybe it was his nerves—the anxiousness of seeing you again. The girl that he’d been casually seeing followed him as he was packing the last of his things in his suitcase. He couldn’t wait to get away, but he’d never tell her that. Not right now.

“Isn’t she going?”, she puffed out, emphasis on she.

“Yes, she is.”

Joe didn’t pay her much mind as he was trying to finish packing.

“I don’t like it.”, the girl crossed her arms.

“I know, but it’s something we agreed to do. We have a contract.”

“You’re broken up. Don’t your fans know that?”

Her voice was bitter, jealousy seething through her teeth.

Joseph sighed, clearly becoming annoyed and agitated. “Yes. But we’ve been over this—we agreed to do this string of conventions before we broke up. They offered us good money and we saw it as an opportunity to spend time together. Can we please just drop it?”

She huffed in response, crossing her arms. “But you’re not going to spend more time with her than you have to, are you?”

Joe groaned again, rubbing his face in an attempt to keep himself from going off. “No—I am not. Now, please. I am already stressed enough. Can we please drop it, love? Yes?”

She finally resolved, allowing him to take her in his arms. Anything to pacify her so he could get out of the house and get to the airport. His manager was already up in arms about him being late. He knew this was going to be a rough convention anyway—especially having to see you again after all this time. His manager was going to meet him at the airport to take the flight from London to the States. He handled all his affairs in the US. He kissed the girl's head, feeling numb and empty.

Unfortunately, she followed him to the airport to say goodbye or some shit. Joe sighed as he made his way into the airport, his manager waiting for him. His manager gave him a small wave, and Joe gave a small smile back in response.

“I’ve got to go, love. I’ll call, yes?”, Joe looked at the girl in front of him who looked heartbroken and like a lost puppy.

“Okay. Promise?”

He nodded, not able to form the word in his mouth. He hated feeling like this but this was so unfulfilling. All these girls were unfulfilling because they weren’t you. That was just the bare, honest truth regarding the matter. He shared a small kiss with her, not even attempting to deepen it. He didn’t want to. He wanted you and it killed him inside he couldn’t have you. As he made his way over to his manager, he gave the girl another small wave, and he and his manager disappeared into the line for airport security.

“Ready for this weekend?”, his manager asked, excitement laced in his voice.

Joe eyed him. “Yeah, excited to see the fans.”

Joe's manager nodded in response. “I’ve talked to Y/N’s manager. I know this weekend will be difficult and challenging for you both, seeing as this is the first time you’ve been in the same room since the—“, his manager trailed off, clearing his throat. “Break-up.”

Joe nodded. “Yeah.”

“Y/N is going to be civil, she’s agreed to do the joint photo-ops. Things are looking up.”

Joe nodded numbly again. Civil. All you were going to be was civil.

“Look, I know this is hard.”, Joe's manager eyed him as they moved in the line for airport security.

Joe didn’t respond, giving him another look.

“You were with her for over a year.”

Joe didn’t respond once again. You were a touchy subject, one he didn’t like to talk about to other people. It was one thing for Joe to think about you. You managed to stay on his mind constantly being the first thing on his mind when he woke up in the morning and the last thing he thought about before he fell asleep at night. You’d be on his mind tonight once he arrived at his hotel room, finally alone and getting a chance to think as he took a nice hot, relaxing shower.

Joe's manager finally dropped the subject, moving on to what was planned for this weekend at the convention. The first day would consist of his solo photo-ops, the ones of you all together, and then his autographs. He was arriving a day early so he could get everything straight in an attempt to see you in person for the first time since your all’s break up. What he didn’t know was that you were also arriving a day early to do the same.

The flight from London to the States was long. One he wasn’t quite used to taking since you all had broken up. He had done a few things in the States since but it had been a while. His manager parted ways with Joe in his room, telling him he’d see him in the morning. Joe unlocked the door to his studio hotel room, the scent hitting his nose. He sat his suitcase down in the bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He would be jet lagged for a few days.

Grabbing his toiletries, he went to the bathroom. He started the shower, the warm mist beginning to fill the room. His hair was shaggier than it had been when you all were together. He had curly bangs, letting his stubble finally grow back out. The thought came to his mind—remembering how you used to love his beard and stubble between your thighs, on your neck, and everything in-between. It sent a chill down his spine, feeling his cock growing hard between his legs.

A sigh escaped his lips as he palmed the bulge through his jeans, trying to magically make it go away but to no avail. He rolled his eyes, wishing there was a simple solution to his problem but he knew what he’d have to do. As the room became steamier, he stripped his clothes leaving him in just his boxers. This was an all too familiar scenario. He groaned as his fingers palmed his bulge, his eyes closing instinctively.

All that was on his mind was you and how he wished his hands were yours—making him feel good, relieving his stress. Before he knew it, he was in the shower, stroking himself in his hand as the hot water poured over him dampening his curls, them falling in his face. He took his free hand, moving them back as he moaned out your name, wishing you’d answer. All his mind thought about was your curves, your perfect breasts, perfect ass, the whole nine yards. You had it all.

“Fuck—Y/N, gonna cum……”, he moaned in his shower, alone.

A second passed as he felt all the tension that built up release, thick white ropes of cum spurting out from the tip of his cock only wishing he could share it with you. The water washed it away just as quickly as it came, his eyes shooting open. His breathing was hitched, his chest heaving as he brushed through his curls. He quickly finished his shower, got out, and dried off. Grabbing his phone, he went to the bedroom. The room was quiet, solemn. It hurt to know you were this close and yet he still couldn’t have you.

Peeling the covers back, he laid down and exhaled deeply. He had a few missed calls from the girl he had been seeing, choosing to ignore them. Reaching up and turning off the lamp, he attempted to sleep but it was damn near impossible. He was seeing you in just a few short hours. What would you wear? He was sure it would be sexy and beautiful whatever it was. How would you wear your hair? Straight? Curly? Up or down? All his thoughts were driving him mad.

The next morning he was woken up by the sound of his manager knocking. He got dressed quickly, grabbing his phone and bottle of water. Joe's manager informed him he almost overslept and that the ride was there to take him to the convention center. He was always taken in the back way in order to not draw attention to himself. He checked his phone, seeing more missed calls from the girl he’d been seeing. Rolling his eyes and rubbing his face, he texted her and told her he’d call her later tonight.

His mom was checking in on him, asking him how his flight was and if he had arrived safely. He responded, telling her he was fine, he would call her later, and he loved her.

“Ready for today?”, his manager asked as they pulled up to the back entrance of the convention center, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yes.”, Joe smiled softly.

The car parked, allowing him and his manager to exit and enter the convention center. Joe was met with convention staff, directing him to his area. He thanked them, getting to know their names and what they did outside of conventions before he settled in. The first thing he desired to do was have a cigarette. If he was being honest, he needed a little liquid courage. But that’d have to be later. He looked confident but on the inside, he was a nervous wreck to see you again.

Once the convention opened up, Joe had his solo photo-ops first. His manager made it clear that he was the main guest, the one everyone wanted to see. Joe had heard it all before. It was nothing new to him. Joe and his manager made their way to the photo-op area, Joe looking for any sign of you but trying not to make it obvious. He didn’t notice you yet. No sign of you in sight.

Joe tried to put on a brave face as he plastered a smile across his face. He was ready to meet his fans, but his heart skipped a beat thinking about you. Joe's manager took a seat in the corner as they began lining up guests to meet him. These things always went super fast and sometimes were a blur to Joe. It was something he loved to do but he was on edge thinking about seeing you again. His stomach was doing somersaults, almost identical to the time you all went on your first date.

He lost count of how many fans he saw, hugged, and did peace signs with—it all went so fast. Before he knew it, he took his last solo picture. His manager got up, telling him they’d break for lunch and then it would be time for your all’s duo photo-ops. Joe could barely touch his food knowing he was seeing you in less than an hour. Joseph's manager eyed him but didn’t say anything.

The hour seemed to pass so slowly, Joe eyeing the clock constantly as he picked at his food. His mind was filling with a hundred different things. He swallowed hard as he disposed of his trash, making sure nothing was stuck in his teeth. He had to look good as this was the first time he was going to see you again. Joe was nervous, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he waited around for you and your manager. In the meantime, he went out to have a quick smoke.

The nicotine barely helped as he squashed it out moments later, making his way back into the building.

“Ready?”, his manager asked.

Joe nodded, even though he really wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to see you again. He followed his manager to the photo-op area, taking a deep breath before the curtain was pulled back revealing…..you. You barely looked up, locking eye contact with him before looking down again. Your hair was down, beautifully cascading down your shoulders. Your outfit was tight—hugging all the right curves in all the right places and he instantly felt himself swallow hard.

He also felt the bulge growing in his pants, quickly trying to dismiss it. He couldn’t do this right now. He closed his eyes, sharply inhaling before opening them again. He could smell your designer perfume from a mile away, just like you could smell his Dior cologne, the one he always wore when you all went on dates and the one he’d use after a shower. You could remember the way it mixed with the scent of his sweat during sex, driving you crazy.

Your stomach flipped at the thought. But you’d never let him know. Joe's manager noticed Joe’s eyes fixated on you before he looked away quickly. Joe felt his heart skip a beat just looking at you. Joe opened a bottle of water, taking a drink as he tried his best not to look at you again. Little did he know, you were fighting the same urge. Joe looked good—he had slimmed down a little but nothing major. You were sure it was for his new movie.

You had read about it online the other day, accidentally coming across it. His hair was longer and curly, his bangs in his face. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket, and man, did he look fine—sexy in it. You swallowed hard, quick to look down at your cell phone. Anything to focus your attention elsewhere. On the other side of the photo-op area, Joe was fighting and struggling to speak. He wanted to clear the air a little.

“Hey.”, Joe smiled softly, swallowing hard and finally gaining the courage to speak to you.

“Hi Joe.”, you breathed easily, not looking up at him as you smoothed your hands over your pants.

A pang went through Joe’s heart as he realized you weren’t going to put a lot of effort into this interaction. It was hard to see him again, he just didn’t realize it. He thought it was hard for him—if he only knew the truth. You had a date set up later that night after the convention—anything to get him off your mind.

“Alright, they’re lining up the fans right now. Is there anything you all need?”, his manager asked.

Joe shook his head, declining as did you. His manager and your manager sat in the corner as you and Joe stood on the marked 'X' on the floor. Joe looked over at you periodically to see if you were looking at him, but you weren’t. Much to his dismay. You all were civil in greeting fans and taking pictures with them, mustering up a smile. But you didn’t go out of your way to speak to him or look his way. At one point during the photo-ops, he asked if you were okay.

You never once glanced up at him, answering with a monotoned ‘yes’. He could tell you barely wanted to be around him. Much less, in the same room as him pretending to be happy. The mood of the room seemed to be different, tense, and stiff. Joe sighed as he tried his best to be happy for the fans who were there to take pictures with you all. There were some awkward poses fans asked you to do like putting them in the middle and hugging each other.

There had been no verbal contact since you all had broke up. Much less, physical contact. Joe could tell you were counting down the minutes until this agony—your punishment was over. He watched you eye the clock throughout the entire day. Once the photo-ops were over and you all said goodbye to the last fan, you grabbed your water and cell phone ready to make your exit.

“See you later.”, Joe spoke softly, careful not to add any pet names like ‘love’ or ‘darling’.

“Bye Joe.”

“Autographs and then my date.”, you smiled at your manager.

Date. That word was like a dagger through his heart. He hadn’t known you to date since you all had broken up. You had a right to, but he didn’t want you to see other people. The only reason he was seeing other girls was to forget you and that didn’t seem to be working. His chances of winning you back or even working to be civil were futile. It would never work.

You were gone as quick as you had come. It reminded him of the day you had left. You all were trying the living together thing while you were in London. It was going well until the argument happened that you all just seemed not to be able to move past. By the time Joe had arrived home, you were gone along with your stuff. He never got a chance to explain himself even though he sent multiple text messages and left multiple voicemails attempting to plead his case.

His manager gave him a soft smile and a gentle pat on the back as they made their way to his autograph area. There would be no way he could focus on all these people when he only wanted to see you. Somehow, he mustered through what seemed like hours of meeting fans and signing autographs. His fans could tell something was off with him, he didn’t seem as cheerful and peppy. How could he be happy knowing you were going to be out with another man?

Looking as good as you did. The thought alone made him jealous. He could just imagine some guy holding the door for you, pulling your chair out, laughing with you across a candle-lit table. It was all driving him mad. He took a few more smoke breaks that evening than he usually did, finally completing his autograph session for day one. He and his manager left, grabbing dinner before returning to the hotel. His manager watched Joe down several drinks, but not enough to make him plastered.

Joe's manager chose not to question it. Something had happened that Joe clearly wasn’t ready to talk about. Joe unlocked his hotel room, telling his manager goodnight. The room was cool, not too stuffy. Joe sighed as he laid all his stuff down, deciding to take a shower before bed to relax. Maybe in his fantasies, he could at least have you. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, feeling the bulge in his pants harden just at the thought of you. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he moved to the bathroom.

Once again, giving in to his desires. The hot water rushed over his body, making him forget about the stress of the day. He held his cock in his hand, stroking it as he thought about you laying in bed, waiting for him. Just imagining your naked body on display for his eyes only was making his breathing hitch. He missed the way your body felt, the way it intertwined with his perfectly. It didn’t take him long to climax, feeling a little better about himself. He finished his shower, got out, and wrapped a towel around himself before hearing several close, frantic knocks on his hotel room door.

His face scrunched up in confusion. Who could it be at this hour? He stood there, listening if it was going to happen again. Several more knocks came to his door. Quickly, he made his way to the door, peering through his peephole. Was his eyes deceiving him? Pulling the chained lock apart, he hurriedly opened the door to reveal you. You were crying, mascara running down your cheeks. Tears were in your eyes instantly causing his heart to hurt. He hated to see you cry. Even when you all were together.

“I’m—sorry.”, you choked out, voice trembling as your brain scrambled to find the right words.

Was he dreaming?

“What’s going on?”

“Can—Can I please come in? Some guy is following me and I’m scared.”

“Who?”, Joe’s voice darkened, anger creeping up as he practically pulled you inside.

“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry to come this late. God, you just showered.”

Your words were frantic, your brain all over the place. All you wanted to do was crash.

“No—no, it’s fine. What happened? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Joe was spurting out questions faster than you could process and answer them. Joe quickly locked both locks on the door, holding his towel in place as he followed you to the couch in his studio hotel room. You put your face in your hands, realizing how crazy you probably seemed causing a few more tears to flow.

“No….”

“Promise?”, Joe asked.

You nodded, sniffling.

There were so many emotions flowing through you, trying to process them all. You could feel Joe’s eyes on you, the concerned expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry—I’m so sorry I came here.”, you repeated.

With everything going on, Joseph almost forgot that he had left the playlist playing on his iPhone. It was the one you all always listened to, a collective mix of your favorite songs. Ones that reminded you of each other and ones you sometimes made love to.

“Don’t be sorry.”, Joseph breathed softly.

The music was playing softly in the background, fading out before switching to another song. Joseph was debating how he should play this. Should he try and comfort you? Or should he keep his distance? He was unsure which way to go about it.

“I just—I shouldn’t have come.”, you sighed, mentally beginning to beat yourself up. “I mean I haven’t even spoken to you since we broke up and now I just expect you to welcome me with open arms.”

“It’s really okay. I don’t mind.”

“No—I mean—fuck.”, you began to cry again softly.

Joe wore a pained expression on his face as he watched you begin to cry again.

“Don’t cry, love. Please.”

Fuck. He called you love. He just didn’t know it made your heart stop.

“I just—.”

“Just tell me what happened.”, he touched your shoulder, sending chills down your spine.

He was so calming, so relaxing. It instantly made you feel calmer, the crying began to slow down.

“I—I was out on my date.”, you swallowed hard. “And we were having a good time—talking and getting to know each other—”

This was hard for Joseph to hear. He didn’t want to imagine you out on a date with another man. He definitely didn’t want to hear about it. But he reminded himself there was a reason you came to him. There was a reason you showed up at his hotel room. Maybe something was still there—maybe you still loved him in some way.

“And we seemed to hit it off—we were going to leave with each other. I was walking in front when he grabbed me—”, you paused, becoming emotional again.

“He what?”, Joe’s voice became dark, angry.

“He grabbed my ass, gave it a squeeze and we weren’t there yet—I mean I just—you never did that to me.”

“No—because that’s fucked. Why did he think he should grab your ass?”

There was anger laced in Joe’s question. Deep down inside, he was seething with anger and jealousy.

You shrugged, trying not to cry.

“Did anything else happen?”, Joe sighed, rubbing your shoulder.

But you were so shaken, you didn’t notice. Or didn’t mind.

“I was so—shocked. I didn’t—I told him I needed to leave. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer, beginning to follow me. I asked him to stop, Joe. I promise I did.”

“Hey, hey,”, Joe began as he looked you in the eyes, holding both your shoulders. “This isn’t anything you did, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

The current song faded out, a moment of silence before the next one came on. You both instantly recognized the melody with ease. It was Tim Curry’s version of “Baby Love”, one of your absolute favorites. You both looked at one another, you finally admiring Joe’s soft features. His soft, warm brown eyes. His small smile, the one you fell in love with. His beard was beginning to grow back out, the thought alone sending chills down your spine. His curls were perfect, falling in the right spots.

It felt like time stood still—you both leaning closer. A smile curved deeper on his face, care in his brown eyes shining through. He noticed the small smile spreading across your lips, the sniffles lessening. Instinctively, your eyes closed as you felt your lips meet. He tasted so good, you almost forgot how soft his lips were. A small moan escaped your lips as you both worked to deepen the kiss, his tongue tracing yours. His broad fingers found your cheek, cupping it just like he did when you were together.

There was soft music playing as the sounds of your kisses filled the room. He heard your soft sigh muffled by the kiss you all shared, one hand on his chest. He kept deepening the kiss, causing you to take a few steps back. You both were in the same mindset, the frustration and confusion surrounding your break up and tonight melting away. He was carefully backing you up to the bedroom. He was careful to miss the table and other items blocking your all’s blind wrecking ball moving down the hallway.

Suddenly, you stopped and he pushed you against the wall, pressing himself against you. If you weren’t mistaken, you felt his cock digging into your thigh, only the towel separating it from you. You were wearing a white dress with black heels, your hair was straightened. Your heels were already off, leaving them near the door of the hotel. His hands wrapped around your waist, yours wrapping around his neck and getting a handful of his curls causing him to moan inside your mouth.

It was clear he had missed this just as much as you had. A smile curved into your lips as you both continued to passionately kiss, tasting each other like it had been a hundred years.

“Bedroom?”, Joe managed to get out between kisses, half slurred as he continued to kiss you.

“Please.”, you pleaded through a breath.

He pulled you away from the wall, causing a small gasp before it turned into a flirtatious chuckle. He was careful in leading you to the bedroom, feeling the back of your legs hit the mattress. He broke the kiss, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Are you sure you want this? Sure that you want me?”, one of his hands found your cheek, caressing it softly.

This was like a moment out of a movie.

You smiled softly as your eyes focused on him before touching his cheek in response, feeling his stubble under your fingers. “Of course I want you.”

He nodded in satisfaction as he kissed you again causing you both to chuckle lightly.

TO BE CONTINUED......

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Personal Sunshine☀️

Lloyd Hansen x reader

Summary: When Lloyd finds you broken and bruised, he fell in love, taking you with him and helping you get better. But when your father, who did all of this to you, found you, all hell broke loose but Lloyd never breaks his promise and you’re his girl. And nobody touches what is his.

Warnings: mention of SA and domestic violence, ddlg dynamic, guns, violence, murder, death (not the reader), stabbing and slashing, injuries to the reader, probably a lot more but these are the main things. Oh and soft Lloyd cause that’s all I need

Words: 4,3K

A/N: This is mostly a comfort fic for me and the mention of SA and the violence resemble my childhood and is based off of my experience so please respect that and keep mean things to yourself. I share this for people who might find comfort in my fic. Besides this is the first time I sort off write about the ddlg dynamic but my heart seriously aches for this right now. Please be respectful and if this isn’t your cup of tea, then please don’t read it.

Personal Sunshine

“I found you and what you find, you get to keep, sunshine.” Were his weird but comforting words when you were recovering from your injuries. It was intimidating but comforting when the assassin softly rubbed your cheek, his eyes holding nothing but warmth behind them. Something you’ve looked for ages. The feeling of finally being wanted and appreciated filling your heart in love.

Lloyd Hansen was a sociopath, assassin and scared of nobody. Nothing could hurt him, well that was until you came along and you quickly became his only reason to get scared. It surprised him to say the least. He thought that he was unable to love and care for somebody but as soon as your innocent eyes met his, glared with fright and in search for help, it pulled his heartstrings and he became obsessed with you.

~throwback~

You’re father was a mean man to say the least. He had hurt you and your mother in so many ways when you were younger. It started when you were around 4 years old. When your mother would be gone for work he took advantages of you for his sick, sick fantasy. That mostly with the violence he took out on you and your mother, almost killing her in the process. That was the moment your mom left and took you with her. The police was searching for him, not only because he robbed a casino but also because he was one of the biggest drug dealers in the area and a feared person.

When you were around 16 years old, you reconnected with him and confronted him with all the stuff he did in the past, leaving you behind with ptsd and more stuff. That was a gruesome mistake from your side because when he saw you riding your bike one day, he tried to ride you over with his car. You made it just by a string and fell on the hard pavement where you jumped out of the way. It was so close and he would’ve hit you, killing you in the proces. You went to the cops and they searched for him again but he was very good at hiding from the police and staying underneath the radar. He swore to kill you and you’ve been on the run ever since.

He had hired people to look for you and spy on you. that’s why you left your mother so she wouldn’t be in danger. Anyway, he always seemed to find you and tried to kidnap you multiple times but you’ve been training very hard and could fight off his people who tried to take you every time.

Unfortunately last time you weren’t so lucky and be got his hands on you. You had been taken to an abandoned chamber. He tortured you and you were on the edge of death until somebody whispered something in your fathers ear. He was quick on his feet, took a last look at you, smirked and waved. “I’ll be right back, don’t you worry.” He told you and left you on the cold ground in your own pool of blood.

Your father had beef with the notorious Lloyd Hansen, who came looking for him. You heard gunshots, screaming and people running. You gathered all your energy to stay awake. The door went open when the tears fell over your blooded face. You locked eyes with the blue eyed man. You didn’t have enough strength to do or say anything. He looked at you a little surprised, he raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes but his eyes held some sort of softness in them. He turned away from you and walked out of the door, ready to walk out completely away from you until you spoke up. “He’s my father…. Please kill him.” Lloyd stopped walking and stood still with his back turned towards you.

He placed his hands on his hips, let his head hang down and let out a loud sigh before turning around, taking another look at you, this time sympathy written all over his face. “He did this to you?” he asked anger laced his voice and you whimpered softly when you tried to nod. He looked down at his shoes and nodded. “Okay, let’s get you out of here sunshine.” He told you and put his gun in the back of his pants in his waistband.

He sat down and picked you up while you whined and whimpered from the pain. Your face was resting against his chest and for the first time in your life, you felt completely safe in the arms of a stranger. He looked down since you were staring in awe at the man. His face softened the same way people would look at a puppy. “You’re going to be okay cupcake. I got you now.” he told you and walked with you through the abandoned building. His people looked at him in confusion.

He looked up at them, anger written on his face. “Did I told somebody to stop looking?! Get to fucking work, how hard can it fucking be!” he screamed out, scaring you a little in the process but instead of leaning away from him, you hid more against his chest and your fingers digging into his polo, knowing it wasn’t meant towards you. It got his attention and he walked out of the building with you in his arms. “Sshh… it’s okay cupcake, I wasn’t screaming at you. I would never scream at you. I screamed at these morons inside.” He told you softly. You snuggled a little more into his polo. “I’m tired.” You whimpered out in pain and exhaustion. “I know sunshine but you need to hang on a little longer for me. Can you do that sweetheart?” His face so soft that even through the pain you felt your heart flutter at the love and kindness of the stranger holding you. “ I’ll try.” You told him softly.

Even his people outside looked surprised at him. No one, but I mean no one had ever seen Lloyd Hansen like this. It was like you stole his heart right away and turned him in the most softest teddy bear up to date. He looked at his men. “What the hell are you all looking at? Get out of my fucking way or help me get this girl some help.” He raised his voice again. “Fucking idiots.” He whispered while he carried you to his big jeep.

He laid you down in the back and got in the other side, your head on his lap while he softly went with his fingers over your hair, trying to comfort you. The man driving you back to his villa looked through the rear view mirror. Lloyd looked up, with a stone cold face. “What?!” the man got scared and focused on the road. Lloyd looked at him a couple of second before turning back at you. Your vision became blurry and your eyelids very heavy. You quickly took his hand in your small blooded and bruised one, squeezing it slightly from fear. His face softened even more and worry taking over his features. His heart ached for you and it confused him. He wasn’t supposed to be like this but he was unable to act different towards you. You didn’t know when it happened but you fell away.

You woke up in a big king-size bed and looked around the big room but your vision was still a little blurry. You felt someone take your hand and was quick to look towards the direction of the person. It was Lloyd and fear immediately left your body. You couldn’t tell why but you felt like you were on the safest place on earth when he was near. “Good morning sunflower. How are you feeling?” he asked you while his posture was more turned towards you while he still held your hand.

~current day~

That was where it all started. You helped Lloyd with some things and definitely in the search of your father. Lloyd found out that you were very useful but that wasn’t why he kept you. He kept you because you had his heart on a silver plate and was damned if he would let you go. You were the one and only thing that would hurt him the most. He had to keep you close because you would be the only thing they could have against him. You fell in love with Lloyd and the other way around. He was your protector and safety net.

Lloyd cared for you and helped you with your inner child, trying to heal you and even though you tried to resist in the beginning, you couldn’t help the aching feeling of being loved, cared, appreciated, secure and safety feeling gnarling inside of you. You laid on the big couch, a blanket around you and your big plushy in your arms mindlessly watching tv.

Lloyd softly walked in the room and smiled the moment he saw you. You were his soft spot. The one and only thing he could be soft with and love in his world full of dead, control and hate. You were quite literally his sunshine.

“Hey sunshine. What are we watching?” he asked you, sitting next to you. You were quick to rest completely against him. His warm deep chuckle rumbling through his chest while he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. “Mhm… Monster Inc.” you told him and he chuckled again. “Give daddy a kiss baby girl.” He noticed you felt completely relaxed and at ease and knew he could do this. Not only for himself but also for you, in a way to heal. You looked up with a soft smile and placed a soft kiss on his lips. His mustache tickling your nose a little making you giggle.

“Are you done working?” you asked softly and he hummed. “So you’re all mine now?” you asked hopeful and he looked down with a loving smile “All yours baby.” You smiled and tucked yourself more against his side. “I love you so much sunshine.” You smiled and felt your heart fill up. “I love you too daddy.” Lloyd kissed the side of your head and let it rest there with a smile permanently resting on his face. Lloyd tucked the blanket tighter around you and wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your legs were a little tucked towards your body and let them rest on Lloyd’s lap. If you could you would crawl into him and he noticed how clingy you were today, filling his own heart up with love that it almost ached.

You couldn’t fight your heavy eyelids and almost fell asleep while Lloyd played with your hair until the door flung open, scaring you in the process. The anger that radiated from Lloyd’s eyes was scary while he looked at the man who dared to disturb the two of you. “Boss…. There’s a problem.” Lloyd looked angry at the man. “Then fix it!” he raised his voice, making you a little scared but you crawled more against him for protection. “But I think you need to see this. It’s her father…” he told Lloyd and you were on high alert right away. Every muscle in your body tensed up, tears already gathering while you felt extremely scared. Lloyd looked immediately at you, clearly feeling the tension in you.

“I’ll be there.” Lloyd told the man but kept looking worried at you. Your eyes were big and the tears were already falling. “Baby, stay here. I’ll take care of this. Don’t worry, he won’t ever get to you again okay sweetheart? I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, sunshine. Daddy’s going to take care of this okay?” he told you softly as he cupped your cheek gently. “Please don’t leave me. I’m scared, please don’t leave me alone.” Lloyd sighed softly, knowing he had to leave you for a minute to take care of this. “I’ll come back sweetheart, I’ll always come back don’t I? I’ll make sure that there are some men here protecting you as well. Besides he has to go through me first to get to you and you know what happens to people who even try to do that, right? I’ve told you what happens. You have nothing to be scared off. I’ll be right back sunshine.” He told you caringly.

You hesitantly let go of Lloyd. “I’m going to end this. No more scary dreams, no more fears. I’m going to end it right now and be back before you know it baby girl. Give me a kiss sweetheart.” He told you and you were quick on your feet to give him a kiss. This time you cupped his cheek and pulled him more into the kiss. “You come back. You come back whole to me!” you told him strict and pulled completely out of your relaxed state. “I promise you sunshine. Remember what I told you? Put your headphones on and I’ll be right back and we finish that movie okay princess?” He smiled at you when you nodded. He kissed the back of your hand and walked away, giving one last look behind him towards you.

Before he closed the door, you heard him talk to some people and two men came in, nodding towards you and staring in front of them, holding on tightly to their big guns. You took the blanket and wrapped it more around you for cover. Your heart felt tight as if it was being crushed. Not only were you scared for yourself but you hated when Lloyd was in the line of fire. He had to come back to you. Alive and well. But the thought that he could get hurt made you physical sick.

You grabbed your plushy and held it close. You heard gunshots through the villa and if you weren’t on high alert, you would be now. It was silent for couple of minutes and you didn’t knew what you hated more. The unbearable sound of gunshots or the complete and utter silence that you didn’t trust. You clung more onto your plushy. The men held tightly onto their guns and pointed it towards the door in concentration.

You put your headphones in and put the music on loud. Lloyd had put a playlist together for you when stuff like this would happen so you wouldn’t hear the screams and other stuff. The tears just kept falling over your cheeks while your mind went a thousand miles per hours. All of a sudden the door slammed open against one of the guards and knocked him out. 4 people with masks came in, gun pointed towards you and shot the other guard. They ran towards you and all picked you up. You screamed the lungs out of your body for Lloyd and kicked them, fighting for your life.

You got them good and they let you fall on the ground. You quickly got up and ran out of the room. Your fight instinct kicked in and you were glad you were a good fighter. You had no clue how but you knocked them all out. You struggled with running, falling slightly on your search for Lloyd. Other men found you and ran after you, trying to shoot you on their way until you heard a loud voice “You fucking idiots! I need her alive and I need her now! Shoot everyone in the way but NOT her! ” cold chills went up your spine, knowing it was your father.

You ran out of the villa with some guards who let you to the maze. They let Lloyd know where you went to through their mic. One guard besides you got shot and fell on the ground. You picked up your pace like you’ve never done before and sprinted through the maze, not knowing where you were going. You reached multiple dead ends with guards scattered around you. You ran back and ran into a hard chest, making you fall over.

The person wore a mask as well and got you by your shirt dragging you towards the middle of the maze by the fountain. You screamed, kicked and tried to get loose but to no avail. “Lloyd!” you screamed but he wasn’t there.

The man threw you forwards and you looked at some shoes before looking scared up. You saw your father with a grin looking at you. “There you are, you little mouse.” You were quick on your feet but got a good hit to your face, making you fall over again. “You know, I’m debating to just kill you here where Lloyd can find you or take you, torture you like the last time and then kill you in the most slow and painful death ever.”

You got a knife from Lloyd. It was a pretty knife as well, pink with your name carved in and gold. When you ran your way through the villa, you took it and hit it in the back of your sock. You got it out and stood up again in a fighting position. There was no way you would go without putting up a fight. Your father rolled his eyes.

“Are we really going over this again?” he asked you and took a fighting position as well and got a knife. You waited a little before he went in and that was where he made his mistake. You stabbed him a couple of times but when you heard Lloyd scream for you, you got distracted and got slashed and stabbed as fast as your father could. You fell to the ground and screamed for Lloyd.

Your father sat above you, the knife pointing towards your face while you tried to hold him back with both of your hands. Lloyd was fighting with the man who dragged you here and you kicked your father in his crotch and pushed him over you. You stood up, and grabbed your knife tightly, seeing red at this point. You saw how beaten up Lloyd was and your blood was absolutely boiling.

Lloyd got kicked back and the man tried to hit him more until you flung towards the man, slashing his throat in anger. Lloyd looked at you in surprise when you let the man fall out of your arms. Lloyd had never seen this anger that you radiated right now and he was absolutely mesmerized by you. It was like he fell even harder in love then he thought was possible.

You screamed out in anger and slashed your father multiple times, overmastering him. This time you were above him and kept hitting him in his face, bruising your hands and got covered in his blood. Other guards of your father came running in and dragged you off of him. You fought them too along side Lloyd until your father came up to Lloyd and tried to fight him.

Just like Lloyd, the anger you saw in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before. You got multiple hits but got every guard knocked out before falling on the ground, exhausted and losing a lot of blood. Your father and Lloyd were fighting in the water of the fountain. You threw your knife towards Lloyd and he swung it into your fathers chest before pulling it out and stabbing him over and over again until he fell down. You gathered all the last energy you had and stood up. Lloyd looked surprised at you but worry all over his face and stopped what he was doing. You limbed towards Lloyd and your father.

Your hands putting pressure on the worst wound. “I want to finish it. This is my fight.” You told Lloyd cold. Not directly to Lloyd but your father. Lloyd gave you the knife and you wiped the blood off of the knife. Your father grinned at you, holding his wounds as well. “You’ll never get rid of me. You’re my blood and I will always haunt you.” he chuckled. “No this is the end and you’ll be forgotten.” You told him coldly and stabbed him hard and good and looked at him, waiting for him to die. When you saw him leaving you broke down.

You turned around and Lloyd pulled you carefully into a hug. You hid your face into his chest while he softly massaged your head for comfort. “He’s gone now sunshine. It’s over and you did it yourself. I’m so proud of you princess.” You couldn’t hold back the tears and held onto Lloyd for dear life.

You both stumbled back and new guards of Lloyd came running in. They were called up but had to get there first and now they finally were. They helped you and Lloyd inside, quickly bandaged you up, controlling the bleeding so they could flew you to a different villa in the middle of nowhere in a warm tropical country where you both got better patched up and could recover.

You laid down in the bed. Lloyd was quick on his feet but you had the endure the most injuries. Your room didn’t have a wall to the outside but a big window so you could look out over the ocean. Lloyd knew how much you loved the ocean and probably brought you here because of that.

The door softly went open and Lloyd walked in with a bouquet of sunflowers. “Hey sunshine.” He told you softly. This was the first time you were actually awake after what had happened. “Hey” you croaked out, your throat dry. He had a water bottle with him and walked up to you, kissing your forehead before sitting on the edge of the bed, putting a straw in the water bottle and brought it to your lips so you could drink it.

He placed the sunflowers on the nightstand besides you and looked lovingly at you. You went with your finger softly over his injuries on his face. “I told you that I wanted you back without a scratch.” You told him with a soft smile. “I’ll take a lot more for you than a couple of bruises and cuts sunshine.” He told you and carefully rubbed your cheek, trying not to hurt you. “I’m so proud of you baby. It’s over now. You don’t have to be scared anymore. You finished him. It’s done.” He reminded you and calmness took over you.

You looked up and saw your plushy in his hand. You smiled more and Lloyd gave it to you. “Can you please stay with me? Cuddle me?” he smiled, knowing you started to feel small and safe again. “Of course I will baby.” he told you and walked to the other side of the bed, kicking his shoes off, pants and polo before crawling in. You immediately laid on his chest, your plushy tightly in your arms. Lloyd softly went with his fingertips over your back. “I found you pretty hot when you fought him in the water….” You confessed to Lloyd. He looked at you surprised and smirked. “Yeah? Well…. I found you pretty darn sexy when you took everyone out. My pretty baby, taking out all the guards. You are a goddess in my eyes.” he whispered the last part softly and you smiled shyly, giggling a little.

“Thank you for taking me here.” You told him, hinting towards the ocean and he smiled at you. “When you’re better, we’re going for a swim together. We’ll stay here as long as you want to.” He told you, his hand now on your head, his thumb softly rubbing your forehead. “I was scared I was going to lose you.” you told him and he frowned feeling hurt, thinking back about the situation. He looked at you and saw that you were crying. “It takes a whole lot more to get me away from you. But I was scared too. Scared I was loosing the only thing I care and love, you.” he told you and pressed a kiss on your forehead. You sniffled. “Hey, look who I found princess.” He told you, trying to get your mind off of it.

Lloyd smiled at his achievement of making you smile and feel shy again. He always found you so incredibly adorable. He chuckled when you rubbed your face against his chest from the shyness and he kissed the top of your head before putting his finger underneath your chin for a proper kiss.

“Why don’t we finish that movie? I promised after all right?” he told you while looking intently in your eyes and his finger underneath your chin. You nodded softly with a soft smile and he smiled back, placing another kiss on your lips before getting the remote and putting the movie on from the start.

You cuddled more against Lloyd while he held you tightly and pushed the blankets more around you, tucking you in. You enjoyed the feeling of utter safety and love, making you sigh in complete relaxation with your plushy tucked in the crook of your arm and underneath your chin while Lloyd played with your hair again. You concentrated on that feeling and it was the best feeling in the world, something only Lloyd could give you and he was the only thing you needed.

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