#they could've just untied him

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Source: Vinland Saga ヴィンランド･サガ

by Makoto Yukimura

[lynnielovestlou]

bodyguard! abby anderson x princess! reader (500 followers special)

꩜ synopsis: based on the book "twisted games" by ana huang. you are next in line for the throne, and abby is your bodyguard. only one problem: you can't be with her. you have to marry someone of royal blood, and abby is not. but that won't stop you from being with her. she knows she can't have you, but she's taking you anyways.

꩜ cw: forbidden love trope , reader and abby sneak around , eventual smut (fingering, strap use, multiple orgasms, pet names, spanking, dirty talk, etc) , reader has a brother , afab! reader , fem! reader , bodyguard! abby , semi-public ,

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it all started when your brother abdicated. he quite possibly ruined your life the day he fell in love with a flight attendant and decided he didn't want to be king anymore. but you couldn't blame him. he chose love over the throne.

in reality, you could've done the same. not a single part of your body wanted to be queen. too much responsibility and stress, and not enough time to prepare. but everything you do reflects your country, and it would look bad to back out when your brother had done the same.

your grandfather was king, but as he grew older he had to teach your brother, next in line for the throne, how to rule an entire country. he had been preparing to do so for years, but when he met mckenna, he decided he didn't want to. so now, you were next to be queen. and you only had four months to prepare.

you had a dance to attend tonight, because the board decide it would be best for you to marry before coronation. so there you were, sitting on an uncomfortable throne in a room full of men that wish to be your suitor.

"are you paying attention?" a voice to your right says.

another thing. abby fucking anderson. your buff, exponentially attractive bodyguard. you two had a fling before there was this whole drama with your brother, but it soon fizzled out at the reality of the situation. you wanted her, and she wanted you. but the only problem: you can't be with her. she's not of noble blood, so by law, you can't be together.

"i dont need to be. i don't want to marry anyone here." which is almost a lie. you don't want to marry any man here.

abby sighs through her nostrils, her broad shoulders twitching, "c'mon, princess. there's got to be at least one person here that you think is good enough to be your husband."

there wasn't. even abby knew that.

"no thank you." you say with a huff, standing up and straightening out your dress just as another suitor had approached you.

you walk away without another word, abby short on your tail, "where are you going?"

"bathroom." you answer shortly, "i'm fed up with everything and this dress is making it extremely hard not to pee myself."

you excuse yourself for the second time, walking through the marble corridors of the castle while the faint sound of chatter is left in the ballroom. the only sound heard now is the clacking of your heels on the slick floors, the shoes rubbing your feet in the most uncomfortable places.

once in the bathroom you reach behind your back, fumbling with the strings of your corset.

"need some help?" abby questions. you hadn't realized that she followed you.

"i know you're my bodyguard, ms. anderson, but you don't need to follow me in the bathroom."

she chuckles lowly, "we've fucked three times and you still refuse to call me abby, huh?"

a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks.

and somewhere else.

she doesn't wait for an answer before positioning herself behind you, untying the strings for you and giving you immediate relief on your ribs.

"you know how much i hate that i have to watch you dance with other men? how much i hate that their hands are all over you...?"

you swallow, hard, "how much?"

"so much," she begins, "that i want to bend you over that sink and spank your ass raw."

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at her in the mirror, mouth agape. your heart is hammering against your chest, like it's trying to head-butt itself out.

"take off your dress and spread your legs." she whispers in your ear, to which you comply. you'd be an idiot not to.

once you were stripped of your clothing, the cold air hits your skin and makes you shiver. but the cold doesn't last long before abby is taking you into a sloppy kiss.

"here's what's gonna happen." she says, hands snaking around your body and settling on the plush of your ass, "i don't like seeing you dance with men. so you're going to sit here and let me fuck you like a good girl, alright?"

her fingers slide through your slit. your breath catches for a second time and your body arches towards hers.

you shudder at every word, rutting yourself against her in an attempt to feel friction. she's quick to grab your hips and stop them, pulling a whine from deep within your chest.

"how many men did you dance with?" she demands, her hot breathe hovering on your lips.

"o-only six."

"seven." she corrects you, pinching and pulling on your clit, making you squirm.

"p-please, abby..."

"please what? use your words, princess." she says softly, contradicting her harsh actions.

"please... fuck me already." you plead, bottom lip quivering. your thigh muscles are shaking, and you glance at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor opposite of the counter you're pressed against. your clothes, to be exact. abby is still dressed, but you can see her bulge through her pants. the pants that squeeze her thighs and highlight every muscle. she truly is glorious.

"you wore your strap to the ball?"

she nods her head, taking her hand off your mound and using it to unzip her trousers. you whine at the lack of warmth, the cold air of the bathroom returning to your skin and giving you goosebumps.

"dont worry, sweet girl. once i'm done with you, you'll be sweating." you smirk at this, lifting yourself onto the cold tile counter. you hiss as the temperature hits your bare ass, but abby shuts you up with another kiss, "now stay still. i need to stretch you out before giving you what you really need." she says.

"but i've taken your strap before. it's not that hard."

she laughs at this, "i know you have. but this one's not the same."

your eyebrows raise, but before you can ask what she means her pants and boxers pool around her ankles. this certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

it's much longer and much girthier than than the one she's used on you before. it's even a different color. this one a hot pink, sparkly shade that's enough to force a laugh out of you.

abby giggles in unison, "you like it?" you nod, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards you. she's quick to shut that down, "nuh-uh. i told you i've gotta stretch you out first. spread those pretty legs f'me."

you comply easily, spreading them further. she whistles when she sees your twitching, glistening cunt, just weeping and begging for abby to take care of it.

"shit, honey... you think this country knows how wet their queen is right now?"

"but, im not the queen yet— oh!" youre interrupted when abby's middle and ring fingers slide easily into your cunt, your warm walls welcoming her familiar skin. you look down and watch your pussy swallow her up greedily, clenching around her like you're scared she's going to pull away.

"there she is. there's my girl." abby coos, kissing your knee before increasing the speed in which her fingers pump in and out of you.

all that's heard is the sloshing of her fingers in your pussy. the heel of her palm slams against your clit, deliciously stimulating it as your legs begin to shake. abby knows what she's doing, and she loves it.

"gonna look so damn pretty with a crown on your head." she huffs as that familiar coil bubbles up in the depths of your stomach, "s' pretty baby."

a string of moans cascade from your mouth as she pulls her fingers out, letting you have your orgasm on your own. usually she's fuck you through it, but she's not done with you yet.

she grabs the base of the strap, teasing your puffy and swollen folds with it but not putting it in. you whine in protest, but she tuts you in response.

when she finally does push in, however, a strained gasp falls out of your mouth from the stretch of the strap, your hands finding abby's shoulders and squeezing them, "abby— abs— i can't-"

"shh... yes you can. you can take it." she says, letting you adjust before slowly pumping in and out of you, "you can handle being queen but you can't handle this cock?"

"not-" grunt, "queen," grunt, "yet."

she pounds harder and harder, hips slamming against you. your legs are already weak, and you can tell you're going to be bruised tomorrow.

"abby," you say in between breaths, attempting to maintain your composure, "they're going to be wondering where i am."

her hips stutter, but they don't stop. the base of the strap was hitting her clit just right. she was just as close as you are, "shh... almost done. cum with me, baby. c'mon, you can do it."

with only a few more pounds you're both spiraling. you both hope to god nobody is outside the bathroom door, otherwise they would be sure to hear your heavy breathing and tight moans.

once you come down from your high, abby is already tucking her strap back into her tight slacks, the material hugging her thighs beautifully. she helps you dress yourself again in your pretty gown (after she had cleaned you up, of course).

"sorry we have to sneak around, princess. i promise one day we won't have to." she says, pecking a sweet kiss to your temple. without another word, she walks out before you, making sure it doesn't look too suspicious that you were in there together.

you're left with your reality again. you have to go back out there and dance with men that you don't love. a so simple, yet so not, marriage of convenience, when the person that your heart really belongs too has to watch from the sidelines.

but abby was right.

she couldn't have you, but she was taking you anyways.

[crackedpumpkin]

a/n: before i go to sleep, it's drabble time!

"So..." You drawl, leaning back in your seat with a lazy grin. The city's local hero, Spiderman, dangles upside down in your trap.

He struggles to get free from the tightly bound ropes, almost tugging off his mask in the process.

"I have to admit, I love the new suit." You comment, grabbing a pencil and doing a quick sketch.

"What do you want from me?"

You pause, looking up from your sketchbook. "You sound pretty young to be a hero." You purse your lips, trying to guess his age.

"W-what? No, I don't." His voice turns gruff, and you chuckle from how obvious he was forcing it to be.

"I don't really want much. Just to draw you is all." You hum, flipping a page and letting pencil meet paper.

"What?"

You don't respond, eyes trained on sketching the dimensions of his midnight black suit. "I like the spray paint."

"Thanks," He's surprised by your comment, hands still furiously working to free himself. "Aren't you a villain?" He questions, unable to hold back his curiosity. You weren't really doing anything to him either, not like the muggers or robbers that roam the streets at night.

You were just... drawing him.

"I just thought the suit was cool." You respond simply with a shrug, looking straight at the white material on his mask that hides his eyes.

He flinches, surprised by the sudden eye contact. "And you trapped me because...?"

"I wanted to draw it."

"You could've just asked."

"I tried. You weren't really paying attention. "

Now that you mentioned it, the hero does vaguely remember, just passing by you as another face in the crowd.

"Oh. My bad."

The corner of your lips tug upwards into a slight smile. At least he has the common decency to admit it.

"Could you untie me though? It's getting a little uncomfortable." He voices out, fingers still trying to wriggle free.

"Sure, but I'll need something in exchange."

He sighs. Of course you did. People always wanted something from him as Spiderman, be it a photo or even to just gain clout.

"What is it?" He's wary now.

You grin, hands closing the sketchbook with a loud snap as you place your pencil down on your desk.

"That's easy," You walk towards him with ease, eyes filled with certainty. You're inches away from his upside down figure, leaning in slightly until your lips are next to where his ear would be under the mask.

"Be my model, Miles Morales."

[kaizdreamz]

Okay but hear me out

Soft and intimate first time sex with Lyney

He has you on the bed, your back flush against the mattress and pillows

Hes going slow and deep with you, careful not to hurt or overwhelm you during both of your first times

Hes holding your hips with one hand while the other is lace with yours

And you're running your fingers through his hair telling him how good he's making you feel

Bassicly lyney would treat you like a princess during your first times 🥺

YES YES YES !! I AGREE YOU ARE SO CORRECT ANON !! RAAAHHH, PRAISE KINK! LYNEY,,, GAAH IMAGINE HOW SOFT HE WOULD BE WITH YOU LIKE HE'D MAKE YOU SO HAPPY AND FEEL SO LOVED,,

(I'm so sane for this man)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ " I've got you, Darling.. "

CW ;; praise kink lyney, soft smut, petnames (darling, sweetheart, baby, my love, etc.), fem terms for reader (princess, reader has breasts, reader is afab), kissing/nibbling, a bit of foreplay for plot, you and lyney are both virgins, established relationship, no protection (pls wear protection!!) !!

This one might be really long I'm sorry for that!!

sobs in 4.5k words

18+, MDNI — IF YOU CONTINUE READING, THATS ON YOU!

You wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck as he lifts you with ease. You hold yourself up with your legs on his hips, deepening the passionate kisses and swallowing all of his whines and gasps with every inch of your lips.

"You're so cute, Lyn," you mumble in-between the kisses, running your fingers through his— now, untied hair, the locks messy and curly.

He plops you onto the bed, his face flushed and his breathing uneven. "You look so pretty like this, my love." He whispers kissing your face.

"Mm.." you hum, he lays in-between your thighs, both of his arms at the sides of your head. "You did so good tonight, at the show. I'm so proud of you," you mumble, watching his body freeze and his ears flush red.

"R-Really?" He stammers, staring up at you with blush covering his entire face.

"Mhm, you did so so well." You coo, nuzzling your cheek against his.

"Ah..." he attempts to speak but if cut off by you catching his lips in a sweet kiss, before pulling away and kissing his chin, neck, and pressing a soft kiss on his adams apple.

"do you like it when I praise you?" You tease, running your hands through his blonde hair.

He can't seem to meet your eyes as if he was embarrassed to have his weakness exposed. You smile sweetly whispering sweet nothings in his ear before turning you both over so you're on his lap.

"Hey.. Lyney, uhm... do you think, we could try it tonight..?" You blush as you lean against his shoulder.

He thinks for a moment, brain still all fuzzy and warm from your teasing and praise a few seconds prior. "What do you— oh... you mean, like, trying.. it? Are you sure..?" He turns to face you, his cheeks flushed so red it could be mistaken for an apple.

"wait, you do know what I mean right? So we're on the same page..?" You ask, holding his hand. Your anxiety getting the better of you, and you give it a gentle squeeze.

"Darling.. do you want to make love?" He whispers, his violet eyes meeting your gentle ones. You can hear how nervous he is, how hard his heart is pounding.

You nod slowly, unsure how he would respond. If he said no, then you would never push the subject further. If he said yes... Heaven knows what could happen.

"I'm comfortable with it... Are you okay with it, my love?" He asked so sincerely, his voice filled with love.

"I'm okay with it, I just want you to be comfortable as well.." looking into his eyes and grasping his hand in your own.

"I trust you." He nudges his forehead against yours, feeling your heartbeat in your palm. Truth be told, he was nervous and almost scared. What if he didn't live to your expectations?

"I trust you too, Lyn." You press a sweet kiss onto his lips, your chest against his. He could've sworn his heart skipped a beat at that moment.

He wraps his arms around your hips and deepens the kiss. His tongue sliding against your bottom lip, you gasp and he takes that chance to enter your mouth. Your hands are at his face, your thumb rubbing his cheek and the other running through his hair. Lyney lifts you up and sets you down on the soft bed gently before continuing to kiss you. His hands at your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"Is it okay if I touch your skin..?" He gasps, in-between kisses. He can't seem to get enough, he patiently waits for your consent before continuing with anything.

"Yes," you nuzzle your face against his once more— like a cat. His hands slide under your shirt, the softness of your tummy against his calloused fingers is enough for his heart to explode.

"You're so beautiful, so pretty.." he whispers in your ear, kissing the shell ever so gently.

You gasp when you feel his hot breath against your ear, your heart pounds and you watch his every move. You meet his eyes as if he's asking for more consent, never wanting to overlook or overstep your boundaries. You give a soft nod as he lowers his face to your tummy, pressing gentle kisses to the skin, kissing up from your belly button to your abdomen before reaching up and kissing your lips.

"I'm sorry for asking so much.. is it safe for me to touch you? Further up..?" He asks, meeting your eyes again.

"It's okay, sweetheart.. don't apologize. Yes, it's safe..." you mumble as he cups your cheek with his hand and kisses your lips once more. He lowers his face and kisses up your abdomen to your chest, lifting your shirt higher. He makes sure that it's okay once again, looking for any sort of upset expressions or discomfort from you.

You run your hands through his hair, as if a way to melt away his anxieties and worries. You sit up and pull the shirt over your head, a bit with his help. He rests you back down to the soft mattress and pillows, your chest covered by your bra. You gulp nervously, worried that he would make fun of you, or judge you in some sort of way.

He takes a hold of your hand and presses a soft kiss on your palm. He smiles at you, "You're absolutely beautiful, honey. Please don't be afraid to tell me to stop, I want nothing more but for you to feel safe with me. Okay..?" He presses his nose against your own, as you nod slowly.

"I will, I'm.. just worried I won't be what you expected.." he hushes you with a kiss.

"Love, my sweet... and adorable Love." Lyney breathes against your lips, "you're so beautiful, so so pretty." He whispers, kissing you more. "My love, my Darling.. all mine,"

"I love you," you pull his face closer to yours.

His face alights with blush, holding your hip with one hand. He stares at you wide eyed, it wasn't the first time you have told him you loved him, of course. But Every time you did, he would be so stunned to respond it may take him a few minutes before he could squeak out a soft 'I love you too.' Before covering his face.

This time, his eyes only soften with adoration for you, and he leaned in. "I love you too," Lyney whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, he caresses your tummy and hips softly. Sitting up to slip off his own shirt, his heart skips as he feels a bit insecure.

Your hands find their way to his hips, partly exposed by his loose pants falling down a bit. You kiss the middle of his chest, rubbing your thumb against his skin lovingly. "Beautiful.." you whisper, nibbling his chest gently.

A wobbly whimper escapes his throat as you graze your teeth against his skin. He lowers his head, his eyes closed, his face flushed red— all because of you. You can practically hear his heart beating through his rib cage. Poor thing, probably has never had anything this intimate before. You cup his flushed cheek, pulling his face down to meet yours and you nibble his bottom lip gently.

A gasp emits from his throat, soft and breathy. He leans in to kiss you, his body seems to melt against your touches. "Such a good boy, all for me.." You mumble against his lips. You watch his expressions and how much your words affect him.

He whimpers, all of your sweet words go down directly to his cock. Strained against his boxers, leaking with precum. His breathing is uneven and his mind is fuzzy, he wants to go slow but you're making him insane.

You glance down and notice the tent in his pants, all of the sudden as if a switch went off, all of your teasing and confidence disappeared.

".. hey, um. Lyney?" You call, afraid to meet his eyes.

"mm?" He hums, his eyes fluttering open to meet your averted gaze. "..what's wrong?"

"will it— uhm. Will it hurt?" You mumble, your vague question has the gears in his brain turning. A soft gasp emits from the magician when he finally understands.

"Oh sweetheart... I don't think it'll hurt really bad, I'm not really sure what to expect. But if it hurts really bad just tell me to stop okay? Can you do that for me?" He brushes the hair out of your face, turning you to face him by your chin.

You nod, embarrassed slightly. "I will, I promise" you mumble, nuzzling his palm.

"Good girl" Lyney coos, "are you alright to continue?" He runs his hands through your hair, pressing soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

"Mhm."

"That's good, you're doing so well" he catches your lips in a sweet kiss.

He slides his hand over the soft plush of your tummy, kissing your neck and nibbling softly. Not enough to leave any marks, afraid to hurt you. You let out a soft moan when his teeth graze against that sensitive part of your neck. He pauses for a moment, tracing his steps and going back to that spot— watching intently of your reactions. He presses his lips onto it, you shiver. He makes a soft attempt to nibble it, you let out a soft whimper.

"Is it sensitive there?" He teases, smiling dearly.

"mhm,," you nod your head, your eyes meet his and you blush even more.

"So cute," is that he would've said, but instead he just went back to making you feel pleasant. Open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbones.

He looks at the remaining fabric on your upper body, unsure how to go about asking if it's okay to take it off. You get the hint and sit up to unclip it, he's a bit worried if it's okay to help.

"Lyney, can you see where the clip is?" You lean forward, your fingers blindly attempting to find the clip in the back. Lyney pulls you closer with the small of your back, your body flush to his as he attempts to help you.

"I got it," he unclips your bra, watching as it falls down your arms and you place it off the bed somewhere. Your breathing is deep and you're slightly nervous. You lean back but attempt to cover your chest out of embarrassment. "Hey," he coos gently in your ear. "If it's too much we can stop, okay?" He rubs your hip gently.

"I'm just— I'm okay! No one has ever seen me like this... I'm not used to it. It's embarrassing.." you mumble, your palms cover your face.

"I understand, I think you're beautiful. So so pretty, your body is so pretty. So gorgeous, too" he whispers, moving your hands from your face. He kisses your lips soft and quick.

You look at the man in front of you, trying to build up the courage to remove your arms from your chest. There's no rush, he only wants you to feel safe and comfortable with everything he's doing. He doesn't push you, only pressing kisses on your tummy and neck. You take a deep breath and move your arms and pull his face towards your own again, kissing his lips. Lyney smiles at your kiss, his eyes traveling down your body, meeting your breasts. His eyes widen a bit, and his chest inflates and deflates more deeply.

"You're so beautiful, is it okay for me to touch you?" He meets your eyes, you look so divine underneath him. You nod your head gently, putting your arms at the sides of your head.

He kisses the middle of your chest, he slowly trails his hand up your abdomen and watches your face as he cups your right breast in his hand. Your eyes flutter as he runs his thumb over your sensitive nipple, a soft gasp emitting from you. A dull ache in-between your thighs as he continues to rub and squeeze the soft plush on your chest.

"So pretty.." he presses a kiss onto your breast, trailing around and keeping eye contact with you as he presses a kiss on your nipple.

You let out a moan as you squirm, the ache turns into throbbing. "Lyney.." you moan his name, he gives your nipple a gentle lick. You run your hands through his hair, your face flushed red and your chest heaving.

"Yes, my princess?" He backs away from your nipple, meet your sweet eyes.

"It feels really good there," you mumble, almost tripping over your words. He keeps this in mind as he continues to lick and kiss your chest. Gently pinching and rubbing your erect nipples with his lips and fingers.

One of his hands are rubbing your tummy and hips, while the other and his mouth are playing with your pretty tits. Your eyes flutter close with every sensation, your whimpers are soft and his hands are warm and gentle. You arch your back slightly as he puts the erect flesh in his mouth, it almost catches him off guard but he met your eyes and saw how blissful you looked. No one has ever touched you, not like this. It made his heart flutter as he thought about it, he was your first. As you are his first, first true love, first girlfriend, first kiss... you were all of his firsts.

You make a strange noise, an attempt to speak. He stops all of his movements and leans back up to you, "are you okay?" He asked, his tone filled with worry.

You nod, hugging him close to you. Your chest squished against his, he has to hold back a moan. "Lyney, I... I wanna take this to the next level," your sweet innocent eyes meet his violet ones. His eyes widen and his face flushed at the thought. The tent in his pants, twitching slightly.

"Are you sure?" His voice is deep and sweet, with the nod of your head he straddles your hips, starting at your lips, kissing your neck, the valley in-between your pretty tits, all the way down to your tummy. His eyes flicker up to yours when he reaches your navel, he presses a long kiss as if asking for permission.

"it's... it's okay" you whisper, your chest heaves with every action he does.

"So good for me," he mumbles hotly against your skin. Pulling your loose pants down slowly, he kisses your panty line, marking your hips with his mouth. Your body feels like it's on fire, he's so close to that spot. Aching so sweetly for him.

He lifts your hips as he pulls your pants below your hips, past your thighs, all of way off. You're basically nude, your only piece of clothing left is your underwear, snug to your skin.

He kisses your hips, his fingers tugging on the waistband, you buck your hips as a silent way of telling him "yes". He bites the band, pulling it down with his teeth, as if that wasn't the hottest thing he could have ever done. He meets your eyes as he slides it off your hips and helping you kick it off.

"so fuckin' gorgeous..." he curses under his breath as he stares at your now nude body underneath him.

Your clit throbs as you close your thighs, embarrassment creeping up your skin. You feel fuzzy and warm all over, Lyney treats you so well.

"Sweet girl, I know.. it's embarrassing, do you want to continue?" He kisses you out of your thoughts, a soft 'yes' with a gentle nod is all that can emit from you. "You sure?" He asked again, rubbing his thumb on your hip.

You nod, meeting his eyes once again. He smiles gently as he takes his own pants off, leaving him in only his boxers. The tent much more noticeable, the fabric has a wet spot on it— but he doesn't pay it any mind, you're more important to him. Your pleasure and how good you're feeling is all he cares about.

he brushes his cheek against your thigh, pulling them apart. Your sex is wet, bright red, and your pretty clit is all swollen. You could've sworn he nearly moaned when he looked at your body completely. This time he doesn't say anything, his mouth agape— his breathing faint but heavy. His eyes flick to yours as if asking if he can touch you there. You nod shaky, opening your legs even more. Your clit throbs as he blows on to it, your body covered in goosebumps and your voice hitched.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss onto your navel, his thumb faintly rubbing your exposed clit. You let out a long moan, your eyes flutter almost completely closed. He smiles at your reactions, pulling your hips closer to him, he kisses down your hips to your thighs, licking a stripe from your upper thigh to your lower thigh. Surprising you with a kiss on your clit, a whimper escapes your throat.

"keep making those pretty noises for me, princess." He makes eye contact with you as he lowers his face to your pussy. Putting your clit in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth. Your hips buck and twitch and your hands go to your chest, you twist and rub your nipples as you moan and whimper his name.

he presses the pad of his finger against your entrance, awaiting your response. you nod your head with tears prickling your eyes, this is unlike any other feeling. not even the times when you touched yourself late at night to the thought of Lyney could compare to this feeling. he hums against your clit, and your hands fly to his hair, pushing him deeper- a gasp emits from his lips, and vibrates against your clit.

"Lyney, oh god..," you meet his wide eye expression, your hands buried in his blond hair. tugging gently on his scalp, he moans- he sounds so sweet muffled against your sex.

He presses his fingers against your entrance, one finger at a time to stretch you out. with how wet you are, he thinks it'll be easy to slip in and fill you up with his cock. your pleasure filled expressions and your whimpering and moans drive him to make you feel so good that you'll think of him for the next couple days. he pushes his finger inside of you, a grunt escapes his throat as he feels how tight you are, it goes directly to his cock. he looks up at you, your expression is needy and your eyes are on him, you are his audience and he'll put on the best performance he can for you.

he intertwines his free hand with yours, his tongue lapping all of your wetness. his finger thrusting in and out of you, soon enough he adds a second one and hears those delightful moans from your throat. you squeeze his hand and whimper his name so sweetly.

"L-Lyney,, it's so good.. you're doing so good.." you whimper, throwing your head back as he scissors his fingers in and out of your pussy.

he leans back, your wetness on his chin. "Yeah? My sweet love, you're doing so well for me." he coos, rubbing his thumb over your hand comfortingly.

you whimper as he speeds up, you feel that warmth pool in your tummy. you squeeze his hand and your body trembles, he smiles as he goes back down and licks your clit long and slow. he curls his fingers inside and he hits your sweet spot so lovingly, making your body wash over with pleasure and warmth, you let out a soft moan of his name.

"Is that it?" he whispers, doing it again and watching your reactions. sure enough, you start trembling even more, whimpering and whining praises.

he continues to suckle your clit and finger you, wanting you to cum first before anything. You're so close to your release, "Lyney.. ah, mm.., 'm so close," you mumble in-between gasps and moans.

"Good, let it come sweetheart, go on... cum for me-" as if he had you under his spell, your hips bucked into his mouth cutting him off. Your orgasm rocking your body deliciously. He helps you ride it out, kissing and licking your folds and clit.

He pulls his fingers away, almost tempted to lick them clean. He cups your cheek and kisses you sweetly. "You did so good, such a good girl..." he whispers against your lips. You chase after his lips when he pulls away, using his free hand to brush your wet hair away from your face. His gaze softens at your flushed, sweaty face. "You're all mine," he whispers, smiling.

You nod your head, still dazed from your nerve-rocking orgasm. You look at him, Lyney, your sweet magician. You press your lips against his forehead, "Your turn, right?" You whisper, referring to his— rather painful boner.

His eyes widen, he stammers for a moment. "Uh, well... I'm alright.. I promise, you look so sleepy and I don't want to make you overworked..." you kiss his lips gently.

"If you're comfortable going all the way, then I have no objections." You rub your cheek against his.

"Are you sure? A hundred percent sure?"

"Yes, my love."

He takes a deep breath, kissing your lips. Lifting your body up and positioning himself in-between your thighs. He holds one of your hands holding it close to his chest. He takes another deep breath, sitting up and putting a "show" on for you. Pulling his boxers past his hips, and sliding them off his thighs. Your eyes widen as his cock springs out from the tight fabric. Pressing against his tummy, his precum sticking and gushing out from his tip. He lets out a soft moan as he kicks the boxers off.

"d-dont stare.." he stutters, embarrassed... his breathing deep and heavy.

"s-sorry.. I'm just,— you're so pretty." You sit up, cupping his cheek; he leans into your touch, his heart fluttering against his ribcage like a butterfly.

He wraps his hand around his shaft, giving himself a few pumps. His eyes flutter close and he lets out soft moans, you're almost mesmerized at his actions.

"I.. I love you," he moans, his body flushed and his eyes meeting yours as he leans over you, and his arms at the sides of your head. His blunt tip brooding against your wet entrance.

your heart flutters when you hear those three sweet words escape his mouth. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently as one of his hands pull your thigh up to his hip.

"Can I go in?" He whispers, rubbing his tip against your clit.

You nod your head, whimpering as he circles your clit with his cock. a slight ting of anxiety in your chest as you watch him push his tip inside— it hurts.

"L-Lyney..!" you whine, holding onto him. tears prick your eyes as he kisses your face, hushing your whines.

"I know i know, shhh.. it'll feel good in a second, i'll go so slow for you." he coos, running his hands through your messy bed head.

he holds your hip, gently guiding himself inside of you. His tip making it past the tight muscle and inside of your gummy walls. he lets out a strangled moan, leaning down and giving you open mouthed kisses. he rubs your chest and tummy as he pushes inside, filling you up to the brim. he stays as still as he can, kissing and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

"you okay..?" he caresses your ear, gently twirling the hair behind it.

"m..mhm, you can move" you slide your hands over his shoulders, kissing him.

he kisses your lips, moving your thigh to his hips, you wrap your legs around him. one hand holding yours, and the other on your hip. he pulls out gently, only his tip remained inside of you. he softly thrusts his hips, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Lyney moans your name, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight.." he whimpers.

"it feels so good, aah.." you gasp and whine, pulling his hair gently with every thrust.

"I love you- i-,.. aah., i love you so much," Lyney whines and moans- muffled by the pillows next to your head.

"i love you too, L-Lyney," his pace starts to falter, becoming erractic, he feels himself getting closer to cumming.

"oh, oh... baby- i'm, aah. im so close." he whimpers kissing your neck, squeezing your hand in his.

you feel the warmth of that coil indicating how close you are to your own release, "Oh- me too, Lyneyy.." you whine holding onto him as he goes faster in making love to you.

"where- where do you want me to finish?" he moans, holding your face.

"u-um, i- i dont know.," your mind is going blank from the pleasure, "do it on my stomach.. or face- fuuck i dont know,," you moan his cock hitting your sweet spot.

he holds back his moans, biting his lip so hard it nearly draws blood. caring about you reaching your release than himself, he reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, his hand twitching occasionally at the over stimulation and edging himself. your moans echo the walls of your room and you arch your back as you finally cum all over his cock, your breathing is erratic and your body is so sore as his hips shake and twitch before he pulls out and pumps his cock a few times before finishing all over your stomach.

"ah,," he gasps out, laying on top of you. "you were so good for me.. i'm- aah..," he huffs in and out.

"you made me feel so good, Lyn" you whisper in his ear, giggling lazily as his ears become red.

You smile and run your fingers through his hair lovingly before he sits up and smiles at the beautiful mess you have become underneath him. "I'll go turn on the bath for us, yeah?" He asked pressing his lips to you so lovingly before exiting the room to start the bath.

You smile, nuzzing your head into the soft pillows. He truly stole your heart, yet again. How did you ever manage to become so lucky?

Lyney comes back into the room, picking you up like a bride and setting you in the bathtub filled with warm water. Gently washing you and kissing every inch of your face and neck in the process.

"hey,"

"hm?" He hums, scratching your scalp gently.

"you're amazing," you look up and kiss his chin gently, completely relaxing against your boyfriend.

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IM FINALLY DONE,, OH. OH MY GOD. IM. AAAHHH IT TOOK ME A FULL DAY TO MAKE THIS,,, I LOVE IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ANON

[evieelyzabethh]

Warmer than a Comforter

pairing(s): Spike x fem!reader

summary: it wasn't unusual for Spike to 'break' into your apartment, but it was unusual for him to want to spend the night.

warnings: very long (4.4k words), spike being a simp, one bed trope, dry humping, thigh fucking, masturbation, some fingering, slight praise, Spike being Spike, a smidge of possessiveness, and thats about it

It was no secret to anyone your favorite time of day was long after the sun went down. A full-time college student who worked a part time job on top of that was no easy feat. Your time during the day was never your time, it was your shitty professors time who assigned reading after reading that needed to be read for the never-ending stream of papers and theses, it belonged to your shitty boss who piled on tons of paperwork and demanded you be at his beck and call even after you clocked out. As much as you loved them, your time off belonged to your friends; patrolling, looking through dusty-old books, trying not to die every time you stepped out of your apartment.

When you got home (if there was no patrolling to be done), it was your time and while you were tired, you made time for your nightly routine. You'd slip off your shoes and walk in the dark to make it to your room to turn on your lamp, because you'd be damned if you were turning on one of the big lights this late.

You would usually strip down and dig a pair of pajamas out of your drawers before taking a scalding shower. You'd brush your teeth and wash your face, maybe if you had the energy, you'd do a face mask and paint your nails. You'd turn on your stereo or switch on your TV to fall asleep to the fuzzy sound and soft light. This, of course, is what you'd be doing right now had you not walked into your house with company.

You could see him lounging on your bed, the darkness of his attire somehow darker than your unlit room. His duster slung on the back of your desk chair, only clothed in some tight navy shirt and jeans.

"What are you doing here, Spike?" You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed when you realized he had his dirty ass boots on your bed.

"M' paying my favorite Scooby a visit." You walked over to turn on your lamp, giving you enough light to see how smug he was. His arms sat behind his head, his eyes glittering with amusement. He was doing this to annoy you. He did most things just to annoy you.

"Pay another Scooby a visit." You were dead tired, practically forcing your eyes open. You had just gotten back from work, your bag still in your hand which you used to knock his legs off your bed. He could've been stubborn, but he let you.

You stripped off your hoodie, flashing him your stomach as your undershirt rose with the movement. He whistled, "Scandalous."

"Get out of my apartment." You tossed your hoodie at him while rolling your eyes. He caught it midair, bringing it to his nose to sniff it.

"Smells different. You using a different bodywash?" You hummed as you walked around your room to find something suitable to wear to bed. It was dreadfully hot out, even worse than what you'd expect from a California summer. You had at least 3 fans going anytime you were here, especially since your landlord could never seem to find a permanent solution to the junky A.C unit.

"Midnight Rose. Real fancy stuff." You hadn't even noticed a difference, but of course Spike would. Vampire senses had a way of being intrusive in a way that was only helpful when it came to your cycle and saving you bed sheets.

"I like the other one better: the cocoa butter one. It was fainter. You smelt more like you." You scoffed.

"Duly noted." Your hands roamed over the old t-shirts from high school and camisole tops so old the straps had snapped on a couple of them.

Spike sat up on your bed, untying the laces on his shoes haphazardly before setting them by your bedroom door. He roamed around like you had been, picking up bottles of nail polish and flipping through one of the books on your shelf.

"You could spare me a bit of your attention, love. I mean I did go through the trouble of-"

"Breaking into my apartment?" You interrupted.

"On second thought, it was a bit easy. I pushed it a bit and the window came right out. Are you leaving it open for somebody?" His tone was supposed to sound much more teasing than it did. There was a pang in his chest, probably of jealousy. Much to his chagrin, he was jealous a lot these days and he couldn't quite tell if his frequent visits were enabling that or the very cause of it. Either way, it was hard not to just crawl through your window anytime he pleased.

You acted like you were annoyed and if he had a dollar for every time you threatened to call Buffy on him, he wouldn't need to dumpster dive for furniture. If he had another dollar for every time, you never followed through, he'd be even richer. You said it's because you could handle yourself without her help, but, admittedly, you didn't hate his company that much.

As far as house guests go, it could be worse. It's not like he eats all your food, talks your ears off, or is unfunny. He was just there. A pain in your ass sometimes, like when he insists on being half a step behind you during patrols and never fails to tell you how great your ass looks from behind. Never a malevolent presence, just annoyingly noticeable.

His boots were clunky, and he smelled of faint cigarettes and alcohol. He also hated silence. He was fidgety and anxious, even if his intentions were stealth, he couldn't help but break the tension and open his mouth. At times against his will, he just wanted to be noticed that bad. He just needed to be around you that bad.

"I keep telling the landlord to fix it, but he insists it's just fine. 'Nothin' some glue won't fix'." But you had tried gluing it. Had it not been for the clear shit jammed in the lock, the window would've just come right open with the flick of a finger.

"I could fix it for you." He went ignored while you had made your way to your bathroom, taking your hair down from the claw clip it had been stuck in for the past few hours. A slight moan of relief slipped through your lips as your fingers carded through it to massage your scalp.

"You know how to fix windows?"

"Well...no. But it can't be that hard. I've been around a few hundred years, surely I can figure out how to fix a bloody window." What he meant to say (if he had the balls) was that he would be more than happy to learn how to fix a window for you. It would give him an excuse to hang around, it would keep him in your good graces for a solid month, and he wouldn't have to break an entering anymore. Granted, his preferred place of entry had long been broken and he could always come through the front door, but it was a matter of principle.

You looked him up and down, trying to decipher if this was a set up for a joke or if he was actually serious, but he kept his head down. He hadn't been able to blush since he was a human, but the habit had a way of rearing its head for you.

He was so pretty too. With his high cheekbones and the way the warm light made his complexion look less ghastly. As ironic and cliche as it would be to say, he looked slightly angelic. Like one who fell from Heaven and donned the dark and mysterious charade to make it hurt less. He would burn away under a cross just to make it back to Heaven. Nearly break his spine falling out of windows and bleed out taking stabs if it meant he was closer to your doors. If there was one thing Spike did well, it was devotion.

"You wouldn't even know where to start. I'll just call Xander or something."

"What're you gonna do that for!"

"Because, Spike," you laughed incredulously, confused as to if this was going to become an argument or form a chip on his shoulder. "If I want something fixed, I'm going to call someone who does it for a living."

"But would Xander do it for free?"

"Would you?"

"I wouldn't charge anything of monetary value." You snorted, not surprised at all with his answer.

"You are such a whore, you know that?"

"What can I say, baby?" He leaned against the door frame of your bathroom, where you stood staring at your reflection in the mirror. He was happy that his nonexistent reflection could betray him. He was grateful to be a part of this routine - your routine- in a way that didn't disrupt your peace. It was soft. Almost domestic.

You were so meticulous about the way you scrubbed your face and brushed your teeth. He liked how when you took off your makeup the glitter remained. You sparkled at the right angles, really fucking sparkled. Of course, he was going to sit and stare at you; mascara still not completely wiped away, hair tied back with a fuzzy headband, lips agitated from being bit throughout the day. It was poetic. Second nature to him. He didn't need to breath, but it came to him then, overwhelming and filling his lungs like water until he was full as he stared at you in the mirror with not even his own reflection to judge him.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower."

"How rude, without me?" Damn, he sounded like a bloody idiot. You only looked him up and down, trying to appear deeply disgusted but stopped just shy of mildly annoyed.

"Get out of my apartment before I stake you." You slammed the bathroom door in his face, hiding your blush behind the wood.

"That's not a no." His voice is muffled behind the door, and as much as you'd like to believe he didn't hear it, you did laugh.

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Spike had to have been a cat in a previous life, is what you decided when you found him still on your bed, nose in some magazine he found pretending to care about the newest Natasha Denona palette.

"That crypt must be uncomfortable as hell for you to still be here." You skated around your room to sink beside him. He reaches across his side to pull out a bottle of water and hands it to you.

"Your showers are hot as hell; I'm surprised you didn't pass out in there." He flips through the pages nonchalantly, pretending not to be incredibly fixated at the water dripping from the nape of your neck and disappearing into your shirt.

"You would've loved that, wouldn't you? Getting to play 'knight and shining armor' while I'm conveniently naked." The sound waxy pages being torn was a surprise. So much of you and his banter was contingent on the assumption that neither of you meant anything serious so nothing would become anything.

Spike, who spent most of his mortal adult life swallowing his feelings until his stomach became an endless chasm where his feelings went to fester rather than die, was more than okay with this unspoken arrangement. Sarcasm was a second language to you. You were used to your words not mattering, especially since in your group of friends, your existence seemed to matter far less than everyone else's. You wondered if that was why you and Spike got along so well.

He just got you. Maybe a side effect of him being around you whenever he could. He just got you. In a stupid way. In an annoying way. The kind of way that made you worried that reading minds was also one of his vampiric powers. He wormed his stupid way into your brain, slithering around in his own sort of Spike way til you didn't know where his influence began.

He did sort of have this hypnotic way of speech. Maybe because he was a poet. Poets have to have some sort of hypnotic power, right? Surely, there was some connection between rhythms and brain waves that made the effect of Spike's voice so persuasive. Maybe it's not the rhythm and it's just the honesty. Ironic, since the basis of your "relationship" was built on never assuming that the other meant what they said, but who cares. It gave you guys flavor. Something to keep things interesting.

"I'll have you know; I am a very old-fashioned guy with manners." You snorted as his response. He talked about his "old-fashioned" ways a lot. Maybe to convince you that he was a gentleman. Gentleman your ass, you'd seen what he kept in his crypt.

"My deepest apologies for assuming that a guy that used railroad spikes as a murder weapon of choice wouldn't be above jumping at the opportunity to see me naked."

"Am I that transparent?"

"When it comes to mirrors, yeah." His scoff was lost in the sound of a car horn going off across the street. Damn, you needed a new place. He had complained to you about the noise before. If you didn't leave near a busy street, he would try his luck spending the night far more than he already did. Each blare deepened the scowl on his face as he flinched at the sound, even louder from where he sat in front of it.

"Those death buggies have to be the worst thing to come out of the 20th century. So obnoxious, and for what?"

"I imagine they are more convenient than horse drawn carriages."

"Yeah, more convenient and not even half the charm." He turned his head to gaze out the window. "It's not even a nice car! I'd rather ride around in the fucking Angel Mobile than drive around in that thing."

"You are so dramatic. Usually I just," you swing your leg over his waist, straddling and reaching over to close the window. He swallowed hard at the feeling of your chest pressing against the magazine, the only boundary between him and you, and the nonchalance of the action. "Shut the window." You felt him tense beneath you, his right hand awkwardly meeting your hip, blue eyes staring up at you through dark eyelashes. "Then again, I'm not a pansy who needs complete silence to sleep."

He cleared his throat before he spoke. "I sleep in a cemetery, love, ain't much noise around those parts." His eyes wandered everywhere they could but the worst part about beautiful people is that there is no unsightly place to avert your gaze. He couldn't stare at your gorgeous eyes, or your stunning nose, or your lips to distract himself from the steadily growing boner that you were sitting right on top of. You were no better than he was.

Within the context of the unspoken agreement, this meant absolutely nothing. The boner was just a normal reaction, that didn't have to mean anything. The way he was looking at you was a bit hard to ignore, but that was the way he always looked at you. He was a lot closer right now, sure, but that stupid lovesick look that you have spent years trying to ignore, totally just a joke. Not real at all. A trick of the light, in fact. The hard-on was very real though.

After sitting there for a few seconds too long, you shift your weight to move back to your side of the bed, but his hands keep you in your place. " 'm cold", he mutters, his thumb rubbing circles between where your shorts meet your bare skin.

"Yeah?" You feel him pressing up against your core. "I didn't think you could get cold."

" Me either but-", you lowered yourself completely on his clothed dick and the groan he let out was salacious. "Here we are." The frigid way he moved made his lie believable. Incredibly cautious, hesitant. No idea what to do with himself. He ran his hands along your thighs, up and down your side, one cold hand sliding underneath your shirt, rubbing the hem of it between his pointer finger and his thumb.

You leaned forward, warm breath fanning against his nose. It smelled like mint. You smelled like some sort of cocoa butter. Smooth and soft on top of him and he didn't know if you were going to roll right off or melt into his skin. Your hands come to the sides of his face, and you stare intently at him. He felt like he was under a microscope with the way you looked at him like you were committing each detail of him to memory so that even when you closed his eyes, it was still him burning in the forefront of your mind.

"You gonna kiss me?" You whispered, pressing yourself further into him. He let out a breathy laugh.

"What, a guy's always gotta make the first move?" With that, you leaned down to give him what was meant to be a quick peck. A tester. A tease. But when you give Spike an inch, he takes a mile, and he took the opportunity to devour you. Mouth open, sloppy, wet kisses while his hands worked as eagerly as his tongue did. You were a calming presence, slow and sane as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to try and ground the both of you.

Breathing through your nose, you inhaled him. The faint smell of smoke, the fresh smell of whatever he washed the gel from his hair with, the distinctly Spike musk. Your thighs wrapped him more closely, subtly grinding into his lap, ignoring the slight burn on your knees from the friction between them and your sheets. His large hands covered swathes of skin, cooling you where you grew too hot from his touch. When he had his fill, he broke away from you, still nose to nose, a string of saliva still between the two of you.

"Do you wanna spend the night?" Your voice was somehow meek as if there was any way in hell he would say no to you. He breathed out, turning his head into the crook of your neck, leaving searing kisses on your silky skin, worshipping at his altar, and thanking who or whatever got him here tonight. He kisses you from your neck, along your jawline, to the corner of your lips.

"Yes", he whispers against your skin. He bucks his hips into you, the imprint of his cock and the rough material of his jeans kissing your pussy through the thin layers of material. You nearly choke on his tongue at the feeling. Fuck.

Your eyes are closed, hips moving furiously against his, too blissed out to even care about the steadily growing wet patch in your underwear. You're lost in kisses, kisses that overwhelm and confuse and steal your breath until you wonder how much you need to breathe anyway. Along with not needing to breathe, you learned they must have incredible resolve. He chases you. Not like how a wolf chases a lamb but how the sun chases the moon.

He pulls and you push for breath, some sort of reprieve, some time for your mind to catch up with your body because right now everything but the way the seams of his jeans catch your clit is one of the only things on your mind. He pulls you, still, his hands squeezing at your waist, moving up to cup your breasts, thumbing at your nipples, and flicking the already hard peaks. And you push, still, not in protest but in harmony. Your hips pressing down, his jerking up. Your hands tugging his hair, his squeezing your waist. It was good. It was so good.

"What is the point", he starts breathlessly, "of these damn shorts if they're so thin. You're leaking right through, love." He smiles against you, sharp teeth grazing against your cheek as he smirks.

"Take 'em off me then." For once in his life, he takes his time. The desperation of his prior movements forgotten as he looks at you as he trails a finger from your chest down between the valley of your breasts, to your navel. He draws invisible shapes along your stomach, diamonds, hearts, and letters spelling m-i-n-e. And he stalls there. Looking from beneath you, smug as you ground yourself onto his dick in an attempt to move him along.

He was amused. Fascinated. You in your own world, mewling, moaning, putting on a show just for him. Choosing to ignore how sticky your panties had gotten, how much they stuck to your cunt as you wiggled your hips as if you could get any closer. Your tits moving with you, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the way you keened when you rubbed against him just right. It was no motivation for him to move his hands at all, not when it was much more rewarding to angle his hips up and make you see stars. "You gonna cum like this?" He crooned, full of fake sympathy.

"You're really gonna make me get myself off." You rolled your eyes, maybe out of pleasure, maybe out of faux annoyance. Either way, his hand slithered to the waistband of your shorts and dipped even deeper. He left feather-light touches on your clit which sent jolts of electricity up your spine. Overcome with the tightening feeling in your belly, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as your hips worked and worked you snapped. Impossibly wet and dazed, you rocked into him until the high had passed and the stars had left from behind your eyelids leaving only Spike.

His fingers still, in your panties, he moves to slide them and your shorts off your body. You hover slightly, still too sensitive to rub your bare pussy against him. You fidget with the button of his jeans and zipper, Spike's hands coming to cover yours to ease the shakiness. Maybe to give the appearance that he was much calmer than he was. He was painfully hard, and you felt it when you palmed him through his boxers after getting his pants down enough. Where his tip sat was a wet spot. You smirked.

"Did I get your dick that wet?" A shiver went down his spine. The heat from your palm was felt through his boxers. Your hand was barely big enough to cover it. Before either of you was prepared for it, he flipped you on your back. His hands sat on either side of your head while yours removed him from his boxers. He was so big.

You tore your gaze away from his cock to meet his gaze. He still looked at you the same. Pupils widened from lust, cheeks with a slightly pink tinge, lips puffy, eyes looking down at you with the same look they always had. It's then he leans down to kiss you for the millionth time. No urgency, less messy, a kiss like he was trying to wake you from a thousand-year slumber.

Your hand still on his cock, you pumped it a few times, swiping your thumb against his tip to lubricate his dick. He groaned into your mouth, humming in pleasure. You try to line him up to sink in your hole, but he slaps you on the wrist. "Don't want your cunt tonight," he mumbled in between kisses, "Jus' let me feel you."

He pumped his cock a few times before slotting it in between the meat of your thighs. The veins and ridges of his dick would occasionally slide between your folds, but that wasn't the focus. No matter how much you wiggled for him to plant his cock so far deep it kissed your cervix, you were ignored as he squeezed your thighs together, panting as he fucked them.

The juxtaposition made your head dizzy. The softness with which he kissed you and the fervor of his dick between your thighs, them getting wetter with the accumulation of precum leaking from his dick. It only forced him to press harder, leaving handprints from how hard he gripped. "Such a pretty thing, aren't you." He sighed out, his pace still even but his breaths far from it. "Go ahead and touch that pretty cunt f' me."

As much as your brain wasn't working, it wasn't needed to do what you were told. Bleary-headed, your hand traveled from the outside of your leg to between your folds. Still wet from your previous orgasm, it didn't take much to just slip a couple fingers in, moaning as you did. One hand toyed with your tit as the other toyed with your clit, your hips wanting to buck into your hand had it not been for Spike's palm on your stomach.

Had he had the composure, he would have made some sarcastic comment. Slow down, love, what's the rush, is what he would've said had his thrusts not been as sloppy as they were. He pulled away from your lips to see the mess he was making. White beads pooled on the skin of your stomach, dripping down your thighs like liquid pearls. And you. Low warm light bouncing off your skin, lip tucked in your teeth, staring right up at him. It took all of him not to cum at the sight.

Not before you did, he decided, which by the way your moans pitched up wasn't that far away. Each "accidental" slide into you was met with a jerk of your hips. "Stop it", you squealed, the bucking of your hips screaming otherwise.

"Feels too good, doesn't it." Then he did it again. His large hand drifts around before grabbing your abandoned tit, groping it until you hit your limit again. Your chest heaved unevenly as you tried to catch your breath as Spike's hips sped up, stuttered, then stopped as his cum splashed on your stomach and breasts.

Spent and not knowing what to do, he kisses you again. He smiles into it, and to his surprise, you do too. Like it was the only thing that made sense to do. The fuzz gradually fades from your mind, the noise from the multiple fans running and the faint humming of electricity apparent again. There's a breeze coming in from your window and you giggle.

"Are you still cold?"

[luvyeni]

kim seungmin x fem!reader ...

minors do not interact

teasing seungmin all day while he's at practice and him coming home and making you strip naked , tying you down to the bed and using your body to get off.

"seungmin , please." your body squirms with need as he stands over your naked body , stroking his hard cock , his tip red, dripping with pre-cum ready to be , your mouth watered , desperate to have his cock in your mouth.

"look at you , drooling like a little cockdrunk whore , this it what got you in this predicament now." he grunted fisting his cock , he's not much a moaner , but he's gonna moan just for the purpose of making you even more aroused , you cant even rub your thighs together due to him tying them down also.

"please , please let me go , i'll be good." you whimper pathetically , he mocked you laughing. "you'll be good -fuck- should've thought of that , next time think with your brain and not your sloppy cunt." his words stinging , but you liked it.

climbing between your leg , slapping your cunt. "if you were good , you could've had my cock as soon as got i home." he positioned himself at your hole. "could've been seeing stars from cumming so much." he growled , pushing his tip in. "fuck , minnie please." your tears staining your face , he reached up wiping them , running his hand down to your chest pinching your nipples.

"stop begging , you're not getting my cock tonight." he jerked his cock off , his tip still snug inside you as his orgasm approached. "but you are -shit- gonna take my cum , like the dumb cum holder you are." he grunted one last time , his cum spilling from his tip , filling your hole.

he pulled out , your cunt clenching around nothing , as he untied you , wiping the tears from your face , grabbing your jaw.

"next time i tell you to stop , you fucking stop.

©️LUVYENI

[arcvlies]

''well.. didn't know you were home.. now.''

cw: saturo gojo x reader. perverted gojo, pet names, masturbation, prasising, degradation, raw sex, creampie, mating press, daddy kink, mention on wanting discipline.

pent up! gojo who can't contain his lust once he comes home from his daily run. because he sees framed photo of you on the tv stand. gojo quickly made his way upstairs to your shared bedroom palming his cock that was begging to be taken out of his tight sweatpants.

he's been denying having sex with you because of his own protests about seeing how long he can go without having sex. before this you and gojo had intercourse anytime you both had nothing to do, which was nearly always. but, he couldn't take it any longer. it was only two days since he began his protests.

gojo's head was fogged with sexual images of you bent over the bed, on your knees in front of him, and whatever else his dirty mind could've thought of. he couldn't take it anymore. he would do this secretly and act like he was a big champ.

his cock was straining against his sweatpants before he pulled out his long veiny cock. he threw himself against the bed, his tip is slightly red, his veins pulsing in his cock as he pumped it.

his face now pink and his teeth tearing into his lip, pumping his cock faster imaging it was your pussy clentching around him. his chest rising up and down with every quick pump of his flushed cock. a whisper of curses is slipped out of his pretty mouth, throwing his head back against the newly covered pillows.

gojo looked down, letting go of his cock, letting spit dribble onto his hand before going right back to massage it in. he can’t help but feel like a filthy pervert thinking of you this way. ''oh please baby..'' he groaned lettin his mouth fall open. gojo was so so so close to cumming on himself.

''sat?'' you called out leaning against the bathroom doorway. you had always been there, just showering until then. all you were in was a small white towel that was wrapped around your abdomen up to your chest. your thigh was crossed over the other as you looked him in his diamond blue eyes.

gojo quickly stopped, body still as his wide eyes land on your figure standing in the bathroom. ''baby- haha,'' he nervously laughed unfreezing. ''oh, didn't know you were.. home.. now.'' he added his gaze adverting from yours. ''need some help?''

“gojo!...” you moaned out, feeling your hole stretch as gojo's tip entered you. “damnit…your tighter than before..” he bit into his blood red lip, pushing further, feeling your walls wrap around his pulsing cock. “good- damnit.. lookin' so gorgeous like this..” he leans down, burying his face into the creak of your neck. you run your hands through his messy white hair, brushing the hair strands off of his face.

“iv'e.. i've wanted,” he mumbled, “to fuck you all wee- fuck...” he chuckled. “i'm such a fucking idiot.. next time i do something stupid, disciple me..” he bit into your neck. “yes- daddy.” you let a light moan slip out of your wide open mouth, his quick strokes making your cunt twitch.

his hands glided all over your body, tracing your spine as he thrusts, making your arch your back. “you're so big.” your moan turned into a chuckle as you cup his cheek, he presses your hand futher into his face.

he found that spot that makes your mind all hazy, his hips thrusting in a quick pace. “that's it…take this dick, slut..” he fucked a bit harder with a large smile on his face. the face you had on currently hasn't been seen by anybody else before. .

“just like that baby, fuck–” you cried out, his relentless pounding sending shocks throughout your body from your toes up to your head. your abdomen started to tingle, feeling your stomach untie.

“yeah, like that, yeah?” he had a smug expression on his face, watching your legs shake. “go on, scream my name baby..” he rasped, “gojo! fuck!” you clawed into his back.

he pulled his head away from the creak of his neck, attacking your face with sloppy kisses. your lipstick was all smeared on your face and his. “c-cumming!” you squealed and he groans, pulling out and resting his heavy cock on your abdomen.

you looked, seeing his tip exposed, leaking a trail of pre cum all over your abdomen. “come on gojo, i have plan bs in my drawer.” you complained, your legs wrapping around his torso. “should've said that way earlier.” he groaned, going back into your sopping cunt once more.

“good girl.” he hissed. you could feel every thick vein rubbing against your walls, you were still sensitive, very overstimulated. you clenched around his thick cock, feeling another orgasm quickly building up. “p-please gojo!” you whimpered, your walls gripping and sucking him tightly, his grip made you whine, he pulls your hips closer to him.

“god..f-fuck..you like this spot?” he chuckled, grabbing your thighs, pushing your knees to your chest. “shit.. gonna cum-” you moaned. his thrusts sloppy, reaching deep inside. “oh my god! gojo faster like that!- i want that load deep inside me.” you cried out.

“i know.”

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Taking care of you during your period x maknae line (skz) ‗ ❍

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Pairings : Han Jisung x reader, Felix x reader, Seungmin x reader, Jeongin x reader

Genre/warnings : reader has periods, mention of painkillers/mood swings/blood, nothing else just fluff and really sweet boys

Summary : Like the title says, the younger boys take care of you when you have your period. You are their s/o in this. Half headcanon and half scenarios.

Word count : 1.8 K

A/n : Hyung line link. Possible grammar errors, english isn't my first language so have mercy T-T

Hope you enjoy, have fun and feel free to interact if you feel like it :')

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Jisung ‗ ❍

Hannie well... he's definetly not the most prepared student in the matter. He only has brothers. I feel like he'd lowkey be anxious in the first couple of days when the pain/mood swings are usually the worst. He's either babying you or teasing you there's not half way.

He's unhinged, like I truly feel like he'd tease you just for the fun of it when he sees that you're in a grumpy mood. "What if I told you that I forgot to-" and you'd shoot him the stinkiest side eye. He would try to not laugh and fail after two seconds, making you roll your eyes but he'd immediately hug you and kiss your cheek asking for forgiveness "I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry, you know I'm messing with you". And you'd forgive him because what else you can do? ACTUALLY-

You could get payback, that's what. And it would always be in the least expected moments too. You could've just randomly had a small breakdown, him comforting you stroking his hand up and down your back looking at you with those wide sweet eyes and a pout. And then you'd pull something like "You know, I still haven't forgiven for that thing" he would PANIC. "What? When? How?-" and you'd hold your laugh for a minute or so before telling him that you were "Just messing with you, silly" and he would sigh relieved but also lowkey hold an unserious grudge.

But then again everything would be forgotten in thirty seconds max and you'd end up cuddling while watching anime or a drama. When you felt particularly in the mood you also asked him to sing you something that would calm you down.

When it was something more serious than a belly ache or an off mood though, he would get quite tense by seeing you in pain. He'd try to stay by your side, helping you in any way that he could, wether that was getting some groceries, medication and so on, or simply using his hands to warm up your lower belly or gently stroke your back. I feel like that could almost be something that he wants to do, because you say that it feels nice and therefore he feels useful, and lowkey calms him down too.

Felix ‗ ❍

Okay, now we got a very sweet and probably the most prepared boy out of everyone. Grew up with two sisters that he adores, so y'all already know how much of a green flag it is.

He truly has been there, done that and you were truly not expecting how... normal? He would be about it? Straight up at the beginning of your relationship, you were out grocery shopping together on a normal day, and when you dragged him to the sanitary supplies aisle he just went "Oh are you on your period? You need anything?" and you just stared ad his chill expression dumbfounded. "Uh no, I actually just needed a new toothbrush" and he'd chuckle a bit going "Ah okay, next time that you need something though, ask me yeah? I'll grab them for you."

That kinda moved you? But you gladly accepted his offer and promised to tell him if you happened to need anything. And boom, not even a week later you got up from one of the kitchen chairs and realized that you left a blood stain on the plush cushion. You immediately gasped and kind of started to panic. Felix's head shoot up to look at you "Angel, what's wrong?" he leaned a bit to the side to check out the issue, and chuckled. You looked back at him confused but at that point he had already risen from his seat and untied the plush seat, holding it with one hand. "I got this, sweets. Go change if you have too, don't worry" as he kissed your temple.

You felt embarassed and mortifyed more than anything since the apartment that you were in wasn't yours, but Felix sounded so calm that he transferred the effect on you. You eventually did wash up and change, just to come back to him washing the stain in the kitchen sink. "Felix you don't have to do that, I can clean up my mess" but he shook his head gently and smiled at you. "Barely a mess, angel. Don't be embarassed, it happens. How are you feeling?" you answered that you were starting to feel pain so you would've liked to take some painkillers. He immediately told you to go get comfy on the couch and pick something to watch while you wait for him. You didn't ask any questions and just did as he said. After a couple of minutes he showed up with a pill, some water and warm chocolate in a mug. "There, sweetheart"

You ended up tearing up at how caring he was being for you and he got worried for a second, until you told him and then he'd laugh a bit while stroking your hair and leaving kisses on your head, forehead, temples, cheeks. "I am your boyfriend, of course I'm going to take care of you, angel"

And he always kept that promise, whatever you needed it was yours. He gave you such a sense of comfort that you couldn't help but be a little clingy during this time but he didn't mind at all, if anything he absolutely loved it and loved to indulge you and spoil you. And yes, brownies and other homemade treats would be a must, absolutely.

Seungmin ‗ ❍

I'm not completely sure about him. He does have a sister, there's that. But at the same time I feel like he'd also be a little awkward or maybe almost completely neutral about it. He would probably take the whole thing lightly and tease you a bit just to annoy you (jokingly).

"I wated to ask you a question but I'll wait a couple of days now you're no fun" you'd slap his arm and he'd laugh at you.

If you did happen to be in a more depressed more or be more in pain though I feel like he would be a lot sweeter. Still think that he wouldn't make a big deal out of it and I also don't think that he would be the type to baby you or be extremely cheesy, but he would make sure to do small things for you quietly.

For example; you two just finished dinner and are just having conversation, when he gets up and starts washing the dishes right away before you could even think about it. And he would refuse the help saying "Don't worry I got it, it'll take two mintes". Or maybe he'd notice that you were about to fall asleep on the couch and gently take you/lead you to bed and tuck you in.

He doesn't seem to be big on physical contact, BUT he will hug you in unexpected moments either as an unspoken "I love you" or a seemingly random moment. You do appreciate these little moments a lot, knowing his character.

And he would also give in to you requesting affection after a bit of begging. "Please? A little kiss? I'm hurting, you should comfort me" and he'd probably roll his eyes but secretly melt at your cute faces. He would absolutely regret it when you'd go like "I knew you weren't mean" and laugh at his annoyed face.

If you did happen to have a really really bad day though he would 100% worry and treat you like you were made of glass. "No, wait I'll take it for you" "Seungmin I can reach for the glass by myself" "No, shut up" and you would in fact shut up probably, lowkey finding him worrying for you cute.

Wouldn't admit it but couldn't stand to see you cry. He'd just get agitated and try to make you stop a little awkwardly "No, no, hey don't do that please" and would hug you with a pout and big puppy eyes. He would manage to comfort you though, even if it's just with a small gesture or a word of encouragement. Probably would propose to watch a drama or some tv to cheer you up :')

Jeongin ‗ ❍

Another one of which I'm not totally sure about. He only has male siblings though so, that is to be considered. He is also someone who would probably tease you to rile you up on purpose but at the same time I feel like he would make sure that you are taking care of yourself.

For example, if you were too tired or didn't feel like doing your night routine, at first he would try to encourage you to make a little effort, jokingly reminding you how you'd hate yourself the morning after. "Right now I truly don't care Innie"

He would end up convincing you to at least let him do it for you. You'd sit on a stool or the bathtub's edge with closed eyes, a relaxed expression and him standing in front of you gently rubbing hydrating cream on your face. Then you'd thank him with a smile that would make him smile back, with his dimples showing T-T

His sweet side would come out more during a relaxing time, wether it was watching something together on the couch or laying in bed to sleep, maybe even in a random mundane situation like standing close on the subway. He would rest his head on yours wrapping his arm around your shoulders, or even let you lean on him with your face nuzzling his neck, just for a few seconds before you had to move.

He's another one of those who I imagine would not baby you too much or be extremely cheesy, but just naturally very nice and comfortable to be around. Like his presence alone could make you feel better.

He would NOT be able to handle you being in an actual bad mood or crying so he'd just try to avoid it before it happens. As soon as you look lost in thought, he would nudge your shoulder with his and give you a small smile, to which you would always reply with another. If he felt a little unhinged he would try to make laugh in a completely silent subway/bus ride. And you'd absolutely hate him for it because he would be very hard to resist, wether he's making funny faces or making silly comments about something specific.

If you happened to feel quite bad, he would still try to at least cheer you up. He'd buy you some treats or do small kind things in your place, and cuddle you to help you calm down. You'd usually end up sleeping in his arms, making him smile sweetly and snuggle even closer to you, almost as if to transfer his good mood to you in some way.

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This is it for the maknae line! Hyung line link is at the start of the page. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave feedbacks <3

[sublimecatgalaxy]

JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?

UM YES LMAO

"You ever think about banging John B or Pope?" JJ's question makes me choke, the smoke in my lungs quickly expelled- wasted- in an attempt to snap my head to look at JJ, who has a shit eating grin on his face.

"JJ, what?" I squeak, watching him shrug simply as he rests against the back of the drivers seat in the van. I look around, searching for any sign of our friends but there's no movement in John B's shack, just dead silence.

"I'm just asking a question!" JJ whisper yells, holding his hands up in surrender as he blows weed into the air between us. My cheeks warm, hands reaching up to scratch at the back of my neck and I see that JJ's eyes bloodshot and his pupils are blown.

"It's a stupid question." I mutter, taking a hit from my own joint, falling back onto the floor with a groan. JJ watches me with a teasing look as I stretch out on the floor of the van, his eyes flicking down to where my shirt rides up.

"Seriously? You've got no imagination." He chastises with a click of his tongue, head shaking disappointedly at me.

"Shut up!" Smacking him upside the head, he screeches, rolling away from me with a loud laugh. "I have an imagination, they just don't occupy it."

"Lame." He snorts.

"Why lame? Do you think about Kie in that way? Sarah?" I dig but he just pauses, eyes flickering up to the ceiling as he thinks.

"Well-" He laughs, running his fingers through his unruly hair. "I've known Kie since the start of puberty so that's a given."

"You've known me since puberty." His eyes widen briefly at my implication, throat clearing loudly as he sits up abruptly.

"Yeah? And?" He squeaks. "Are you asking me if I've had indecent thoughts about you? Gasp!" He asks and I immediately shake my head, trying to recover from the obvious grave I've dug myself but when a smile cracks across his face, I know he's just messing with me. Thank god. "You act like such a prude sometimes." He shakes his head, peeking past me and up at the Chateau.

"I'm not a prude." I huff, brows furrowed as JJ moves to lay down beside me, nimble fingers holding a joint to my lips. I take his invitation without hesitation, lips wrapping around the tip.

"You lost your virginity to a band geek." He snorts as I take a deep breath, holding it for a moment before blowing it directly into his eyes, his blue orbs snapping shut as curses fly from his lips.

"He was kind of cute." I defend but I know I'm lying through my teeth, remembering the scrawny boy from junior year. He was nice enough and he was very excited to be given an opportunity to even touch a girl, let alone have sex with one.

But yeah, he could've been better looking and he could've lasted a bit longer.

"Uh, no. He wasn't- I'm cute, he's like totally fugly, dude." JJ laughs, forcing the 'cutest' smile he can muster. Reaching out, I pinch his cheeks with a giggle.

"Fine, he wasn't the cutest but..." I trail off, toying with the strings of JJ's hoodie that I wear, tying them and untying them. JJ's brows furrow as he rolls onto his side, propping his head up with the palm of his hand.

"But?"

"I don't know, he was a good kisser. Gentle." I huff, head drooping to the side so I can look up at JJ who just scoffs with a cringed smile.

"Ugh yuck- gentle, how absolutely boring." I know that he means that and that he's not just teasing me- he's always been pretty adamant that 'vanilla sex invites nothing but divorce' or so he claims. He took shots and Pope and Kie when they first got together, urging them to spice up their bedroom life and he did the same to John B and Sarah but there was no helping those two.

"Okay, well at least I'm not a man-whore." He gasps at my attempted insult, feigning offense as he falls onto his back, gripping his chest.

"Ouch! Man-whore- no. I like to call myself femininely inclined." He boasts proudly, sending me a wink that makes my stomach flip.

"More like horizontally reclined."

"And vertically." He whoops, reaching behind to pat himself on the back. A few beats go by, JJ biting at his lip as he looks over at me, looking as if he wants to ask me something. Before I can tell him to spit it out, he speaks. "So you've only had sex with that one guy?"

"Sex- yeah, just the one guy." I nod sternly, biting back a smirk. "I've done other things." I offer vaguely, watching a shocked expression pass across his handsome face, his cheeks blushing gently at the thought.

"Really? I'm your best friend- you gotta indulge me here." He implores breathlessly, scooting ever so close to me.

"You don't tell me all about your sex-capades. How is this fair?"

"What do you wanna know? I'm an open book, cupcake." I grin, clasping my fists under my chin as I look at him, eyes flickering back and forth between his deep blue hues.

"I don't know, uh, ever gone down on a girl?" I ask the first question that pops into my head but it makes him freeze, giddy, proud smile fading as his head drops to rest against the carpet.

"Fuck." He mutters into the carpet.

"What?" I ask, pulling my knees to my chest, facing him.

"No." He sighs, head tilting so his cheek presses into the floor, squished cheeks forcing his lips into a cute pout. His cheeks are red and there's a boyish smile on his lips and for a second, I wonder if he's actually embarrassed. Or flustered?

"You haven't?" His head shakes, pout only deepening as his eyes shut.

"No, but it's like a fucking dream of mine." His voice is deeper than it was moments ago- gravely and tense too- and it causes a shiver to shoot down my spine.

"Seriously?" I ask, breathless and flustered at the thought of him imagining pleasing a girl and having it be on the top of his bucket list. Most guys, I can assume, would rather have something way filthier done to them, but the thought of JJ wanting to do nothing but give is mind blowing.

"Yeah, yeah- I get it. Girls hate going down on a guy but, I don't know dude." He cuts himself off with a groan, running a hand down his face as he returns to staring at the ceiling, biting at his lip. "Has a guy ever gone down on you?" He asks but looks shocked that the words actually leave his lips, blue eyes widening briefly.

"Yeah but it was really fucking bad." I giggle, breaking some of the tension in the small space, an intrigued grin spreading across JJ's lips.

"Why?"

"Didn't know where the clit was- wasn't even in the right place." He bursts out laughing almost immediately, kicking his legs and clapping his hands like a child. I've never told him this before, mostly because I didn't want him to make fun of me but it almost seems like he's making fun with me.

"Guys act like it's hard to miss." JJ snorts and shakes his head in deep disapproval. "Not that hard- and that's coming from a guy who failed human anatomy."

"Cuz guys don't actually take the time to look. Like a simple google search could show you the whole entire pathway of female anatomy. They either think the clit is a magic button or they don't care." I whine, rubbing my hands down my face in frustration just at the memory. "You guys are so easy- you cum and it's not that big of an achievement on our part." I chuckle and I watch JJ groan and adjust himself, rolling back onto his stomach.

"Jesus." He whispers, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and I begin to pick up on what's going on.

"What?" I ask through a prolonged sigh, biting nervously at my lip as JJ reaches down to actually adjust himself. "JJ! Seriously, are you hard?" I giggle, sitting up, spine straight as a board as he whines and hides his face in his hands.

"Please don't make fun of me, I'll cum." His words make me laugh even harder, my chest aching from the giggles that don't seem to stop and he reaches out to smack my bare thigh.

"You started this!" I point at him with an incredulous look, lighting another blunt and holding it to my lips. I take an extra strong hit, closing my eyes to try to wash out all of the inappropriate thoughts filling my mind but they don't seem to go anywhere.

"I need more weed, please and thank you." JJ tries to reach out to take the joint from me but I hold it away from him with raised, teasing brows.

"Nope, it's mine now." I shrug, taking another hit.

"You like to see me suffer? You masochist." He tuts, biceps straining as he lifts himself up onto his arms beside me, head just inches away from my thighs.

"You've got no clue." The words leave me faster than I can control and I almost immediately slap a hand over my mouth.

"I..." He trails off, silencing consuming the empty space around us. I can hear my heartbeat rumbling in my ears and I suddenly feel so exposed under JJ's heated gaze. "This is getting weird." He mutters, throat dry and words come out more ragged than he intended and he clears his throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, weird." I mutter but before I can add anything more, he interrupts my thought process with a shocking question.

"Can I go down on you-"

"JJ!"

"What?!" "It would be a mutual experience." He promises but I pause, jaw slacking and lips parting as words completely and utterly escape me. There's no thoughts in my head, no words on the tip of my tongue, just JJ and the stupid image he's put in my head of him between my thighs.

"I just- wouldn't that be weird?" I ask, actually considering it for a moment, wondering if I could finally have the opportunity to learn why and how JJ gets so many women to get into bed with him.

"Not for me." He shakes his head viciously, chin tilting upwards so he can give me the cutest pair of pleading puppy eyes, lip pouting out as I shove him. "Dude, you're stupid hot."

"No I'm not." I scoff.

"Uh huh, you are." He promises, hand slipping under my thigh so can he lower himself beneath it, slipping effortlessly between my thighs as he rests my leg across his shoulder. I flush at the new position, completely and utterly at his mercy as I swallow roughly, watching him rest his cheek against my bare skin. "C'mon, when was the last time you actually came like really came where you didn't have to do it yourself."

"Never." I respond immediately, throwing caution out the window.

"Fuck, you're killing me here." He whines, tongue slipping out to wet his lips, the eager look in his eyes only growing. "C'mon, let me make you cum- please let me make you cum." All of the air pulls from my lungs, the dumb look on my face only worsening as I try to process his words in real time but I feel like I'm so far away from here.

Maybe it's the weed or maybe it's the way JJ's fingers are inching towards the waistband of my spandex shorts, toying with the edge of it.

"I'll do anything- you want music, I can do that- weed, fuck where's the weed-" He's suddenly scrambling around, knocking things over as he looks for the blunt that I discarded and he doesn't let up until he hears me call out his name. "Show me." He whispers, pressing a shameless kiss to my thigh, a small breathy sigh escaping me at the gentle feeling. "Please."

"You're my best friend, JJ." My words have no weight to them as he motions towards my pants and I give him a firm nod, allowing him to start to pull them down, kissing newly exposed skin with every inch revealed.

"So, let your best friend show you how good he is with his tongue, huh?" I moan freely, reaching up to shove my hands in my face as he discards my shorts but he doesn't look just yet, not daring to break eye contact with me. "Just- here, give me your hand." I do what he says and he helps me slip my fingers into his unruly hair, urging me to give it a simple tug. "Better?" He asks, tugging me further down onto the floor by my hips as he nestles between my legs.

"This is so awkward." I mutter, not bothering to let go of his hair while his lips skim against the sensitive skin of my navel, teasing me with every breath he breathes.

"Just relax. Not like I'm gonna judge you or anything." He promises and I finally look down at him and the look in his eyes is all it takes for me to relax into him a bit, seeing the devotion and the adoration lining his blue eyes.

"You're the king of judgment." I giggle breathlessly.

"Just close your eyes or something." He reaches up to run his fingers teasingly across my face, pulling a snort from me. "Also, maybe be quiet since they're sleeping like twenty feet away." He clicks his tongue towards the house and I nod, legs shaking beside his head as he urges me to bend my knees.

"This is so fucked up." I mutter.

"Are you gonna talk through this whole thing-"

"Do something and maybe I'll shut my mouth." He chuckles against my hip, nipping it playfully as I squeal, giving his hair a firm tug as he moans.

"Yes ma'am." He takes a tentative deep breath before giving in, tongue flattening against my slit as a trying taste, a quiet hum escaping him and he chuckles. "Mmm, you taste salty." He coos, dragging the tip of his pointed tongue up the length of my core just before circling around my clit and I tug on his hair.

"Please don't make me self conscious right now." I chuckle, whole body flushing and trembling under his touch. He wraps his arms firmly around my thighs, holding me to him so he can dive right back in, lapping like he's been deprived of touching me- tasting me.

"Not trying to, I didn't say it was a bad thing." He mutters before freeing one of his hands from holding me, slipping his fingers into his mouth before skimming them along my entrance, watching my every move and motion for any sort of disapproval. When I give him no sign, he slowly slips his fingers into me, moaning loudly as my spine arches up into him. My hand flies from his hair to the ground, fisting the carpet as I use my other hand to muffle my squeals. "Fuck, you are all I'm gonna be craving from now on. Fuck weed, fuck beer." He sounds so sure as he watches his fingers disappear and reappear, carefully curling upwards in a skillful maneuver and I feel it, the uptick of pleasure, the electricity shooting down my legs.

"JJ-"

"What is my form of dirty talk not working for you, sweetheart?" He teases, tongue flattening and moving in quick motions- side to side- against my clit and my head thumps against the floor, hair probably all over the place by now.

"No it is, and I'll cum too quick if you keep talking." I giggle breathlessly, again reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair to ground myself.

"Shut it, you love to hear me talk."

"I do." I admit bashfully, wanting nothing but to let him keep talking but another part of me wants to just shrivel up and die out of embarrassment, wondering how we're going to come back from this- how are we supposed to talk this out? Tell our friends?

"Do you realize how long I've wanted this? Fucking years." JJ's confession eases some of the questions I have running through my head and I don't feel like my heart aches as much as it did before,

"JJ, I-"

"Yeah? You wanted me too?" He asks, hiking my legs further up onto his shoulder as his fingers pick up pace, thrusting in and out of me at an unholy speed, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Yes, want you so bad." I squirm under his grasp, core tightening around him with ever thrust and it almost makes me want to scream how his fingers just aren't enough.

I want more.

"You've got me. I'm trapped between your thighs, no better position for a man to be in to care for his woman." He grins, sucking my clit between his lips and my jaw drops in a silent moan, lips trembling in pleasure and I feel a lawyer of sweat drench me.

"Your woman?" I ask, propping myself up onto my elbows to look down at him, gasping violently as I chase my high but there's apart of me that can't move on from what he said. His woman?

"Yeah, mine." He growls, blue hues glancing up at me and the look in his eyes is enough to make me cum; pupils blown to high hell and he's looking at me like a predator gazes at a prey.

"Fuck, all yours- I'm gonna cum." Before I can though, he slips his fingers from me, pulling back with a wicked grin and I whine loudly, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

"Not yet."

"Why?" I whimper and I know I sound pathetic and I wouldn't deny it but I can't find a fuck to give right now as he so close to me but choosing to be so far.

"Cuz I like to make you squirm. This is payback for making fun of my hard-on." He winks, not breaking eye contact as he licks at my clit, not taking his time, not waiting but going full force into trying to make me cum and make me cum hard.

"Wasn't making fun of you. I liked it." I admit, running my hands down my face as I suck in a breath of air. "I want you so bad, JJ." The tears in my eyes finally crack, rolling down my cheeks and he's quick to bat them away from his free hand, other hand brushing across my clit in wide swoops.

"Yeah?"

"I'm cumming- shit." It hits me like a ton of bricks, my body tensing and then trembling against him and I writhe around in his grasp, trying to wiggle away from him but he doesn't let me, just lowers his tongue to my core and tastes me once more.

"Fu-uck." JJ moans, reaching down between him and the floor to adjust himself, palming himself too not so subtly. "Holy fuck, Y/n." He mutters, resting his chin against my thigh as I chuckle, biting my lip and throwing an arm over my eyes.

"Now I'm embarrassed." I mutter and JJ's on it in a minute, handing me his sweatshirt so I can slip it on over my naked body.

"Here- goddamnit." He huffs, running a hand through his hair as he gazes at me, pussy drunk and stoned. I hug myself in his sweatshirt with a coy smile, biting at the corner of my lip before surging forward, pressing my lips to his. "Woah." He mutters into the kiss, hand hesitantly reaching up to cup my cheek.

"All yours, yeah?" I ask, lingering near his lips as I press another few pecks to his lips and he chuckles under his breath.

"All mine."

[its-weeping]

The reader pretends she lost her memories so Scaramouche doesn't kill her, only for him to lie and say they're married. (Enemies to lovers trope!)

that's such a cute prompt!! i honestly love enemies to lovers. the sexual tension and the obliviousness of their feelings for one another is just 🤭 plus if they're actual enemies it's much better.

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i. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 ! ‧ ₊˚ 𖧷

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓

summary: you're playing pretend, but scaramouche isn't.

warnings: none

pairing: fatui!scaramouche x reader

notes: someone please lie to me and say we're married ☹️ the way i wrote this sounds goofy but i'm too lazy to make any changes rn, also it's short!

"we're married?"

"yes."

okay... weird. you think, rubbing your wrists to lessen the rope burn.

a little context, your enemy scaramouche captured you when you fell unconscious in the middle of a battle with him.

you woke up tied and bloodied in a dark room, terrified for you knew what events would follow. by the time scaramouche emerged from the darkness you thought of an escape plan.

although, the only idea that came to mind was amnesia. with much hesitation, you went with it.

forgetting who you were seemed to work as scaramouche recoiled when seeing your perplexed expression.

"hello?" was the first thing you said, "w-who are you? why am i tied up?" perhaps your acting was better than you initially thought because scaramouche bought your lie.

"has your brain gone numb from just using so little of it? what's wrong with you?"

you resisted the urge to spit out an insult. your enemy appeared reluctant, treading lightly on his words.

"w-what? i don't know what you're talking about... sorry.."

the apology baffled scaramouche—you wanted to laugh at his face, but kept the charade going. after much confirmation of you 'losing' your memories, he began untying you.

freedom looked to be close until, "i don't know how much you've forgotten, but just in case it's a vast amount, we're married."

"we're married?" the words escaped your throat before you could even process the information.

"yes."

in all honesty, scaramouche's blunt response could've made you believe you were married to him if you had lost your memories. but since you hadn't, it just puzzled you.

with that confidence i could've been fooled if i didn't know any better. why would he lie about us being married? there wouldn't be any reason unless..

you stiffen, he doesn't. he doesn't... does he?!

© its-weeping — do not plagiarize or translate.

[megistusdiary]

Okay okay! Hear me out! Phone sex with scara!

Reader calls him in the middle of the night because they cant relese without him.

Take your time and stay hydrated~💜

And, if its not taken can i be the 💕 anon?

Have a good day!

i want that big hat man obliterated

tysm for the kind words, i hope you are taking care of yourself as well ♡

also you got it, welcome aboard, 💕 anon!

this is more of a current times au where technology exists and also scaramouche has the mouth of a sailor 💀

sorry i ended this kinda abruptly, btw. i am bad at writing for scaramouche, i think 🙃

warnings: dom!scaramouche and sub!gn anatomy/pronouns reader

phone sex, mutual masturbation (reader fingers themself), degradation and praise 👏, lube usage, orgasm control, slight asphyxiation

you tossed and turned between your sheets, frustrated with yourself.

scaramouche had recently left for another one of his 'business trips,' or so he called them, leaving you alone for the week.

you turned on your back, staring up at the ceiling with a huff. you glanced over at the clock, squinting at the red numbers glaring back at you.

2:37 am.

ugh.

the worst part of it all was the slight, dull, ache you felt between your thighs, causing you to rub them together.

it was pointless to try and relieve it, you figured. ever since you got with scaramouche, he made it impossible for you to come without him. for his stature and soft face, you would've never expected his skill with his fingers and tongue.

or maybe you could've guessed about the tongue seeing as he has plenty of practice in the never-shutting-up department...

you frowned as you reached for your phone, hissing through your teeth as the bright lights temporarily blinded you until you could unlock the screen and slide the brightness down.

you rubbed your eyes with your free hand, grumbling to yourself. your thumb hovered over scaramouche's name in your phone, biting your lip as you considered calling him.

he's definitely asleep...but on the off chance he's awake, maybe he could help?

fuck it, the worst that could happen is you wake him up and feel shitty about it, and then you make it up to him once he comes home, right? yeah...

you pressed the button to dial his number, shocked when he answered almost immediately.

"what's wrong?" he sounded husky, prompting you to turn your volume up a bit to hear him better.

"hi, scara."

scaramouche went silent, sighing into the phone as you heard sheets rustling. "can't sleep?"

"yeah, sorry for waking you up i'm just, well, i was wondering if you could...sorry. i- ugh this is awkward to talk about." you rambled as you heard scaramouche lean over to turn a lamp on with a soft click.

"you're horny at 2 in the morning." he stated, bluntly as your eyes widened. "before you ask how i know, don't be dumb. you're obvious as hell."

"right-" you went quiet, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

"if you want me to help you, we're gonna do it like we would back home, got it?"

"demanding." you teased as scaramouche grunted, sitting up against the headboard of the hotel bed.

"it's gotta be authentic. i guarantee you can touch yourself all you want, but you're not gonna come until i make you."

your lips parted a bit at that, wanting to say something back, though nothing intelligent came to mind quick enough. "okay." you obliged.

"good. take everything off first."

you set the phone to your side, removing your pants first, tossing your underwear with them to the floor. you slowly slid your top off, deliberately brushing it against your nipples to mimic how scaramouche would undress you. well, when he wanted to tease you, that is.

"all done, what's next, sir?"

scaramouche made a low noise from that, untying his own pants and moving them down his thighs. "top left drawer, open it and grab the oil."

you carefully reached across the bed, retrieving said bottle and laying back down. "got it."

"pour some on your fingers." you set the phone down on speaker, thankful you lived in a secluded house as you uncapped the bottle.

you did as he asked, pouring out some and moving your hands to warm it up before scaramouche stopped you.

"did i tell you to do that?"

"huh?"

"use your fingers to spread it across your chest. cold." you shivered at his tone, swiping your fingers over your chest and feeling your nipples harden with every light touch. you sounded breathy, hearing soft, slick sounds from scaramouche's end of the call. "good."

such a small word had such a big impact on you, making you whine lowly as you pinched your nipples.

"slide your hands down your body." you trailed your fingertips lower, leaving a track of oil down your skin that shone in the moonlight. "spread your legs."

you moved your thighs up, indecently exposing yourself to the cool air, feeling it hit your hole as you whined at him through the phone.

"touch yourself."

you slid your oiled fingers across your sex, stroking up and down and in all of the places that felt right as you shifted on the bed, rutting your hips into your fingers.

little gasps and whines spilled from your lips as you played with yourself. scaramouche leaned in closer to the phone, taking a shaky breath as he listened to your noises more closely, stroking his dick leisurely, twisting his wrist when he reached his tip. "you sound so slutty." he commented, hearing you let out a soft moan.

he laughed softly, shaking his head. "ha, i almost forgot, you actually enjoy being degraded. humans are so filthy." he snapped, though his hips chased his hands as he stroked his shaft faster, controlling his breathing. "move your fingers over your hole. you better hope you still have oil on them, otherwise it'll hurt like a bitch."

you moved your fingers to circle your hole, shifting your hips as you smeared the oil and wetness from your sex around it. "ah, scara-"

"i thought it was 'sir' to you?"

"sir, sorry, sorry-" you panted, "can i put one in, please?"

"you sound so pathetic. desperate. you can't even wait for me to do what you asked of me. begging me to stick your own fingers in your greedy little hole. fine."

you sobbed as you gently pressed a digit into your hole, willing your body to relax as scaramouche grunted, hastening the pace of his hand. "fuck- you sound so-" he cut himself off when he dug his thumb into his slit just right, hips spasming. "put another one in. now."

you slid another digit in with the first, oil making it pleasantly slippery as you slowly pushed them in and out, feeling your hole suck them back in. "archons..."

"don't you dare speak of them." scaramouche snapped. "those fools aren't worth your worship. they're not the one allowing you to come, are they?"

"no, sir!" you replied to him, crooking your fingers inside you deeper as your thighs trembled.

"play with your nipples while you finger yourself. you always whine like a little brat whenever i do that, yeah? and don't you dare hide your whorish little noises from me."

you slid your free hand that had been entangled in the sheets up your body, tweaking your nipples as you let out a shaky sigh. you let out babbles of his name and pleas as scaramouche listened to you more intently.

"fuck, just like that. keep going. go deeper, come on."

you reached the digits deeper, pressing and searching for the spot scaramouche loved to abuse to make you writhe and sob under his touche.

you pinched at your nipples while sliding the pads of your fingers in your hole, trembling against the bed as you felt your orgasm start to build up. "s-sir, i'm close."

"hold it. you come when i tell you to."

"but-"

"you asked me to make you come, so i'm doing my job. is that not good enough for you? keep fucking yourself."

you cried out his name, fucking your hips into your fingers and moving your hand to splay across your throat, lightly cutting off your airflow as you let out a breathless gasp.

"please-" you begged softly as scaramouche shifted.

"fuck, are you- are you choking yourself? that's..." he had no words left, fucking his fist until he came over his abdomen, back arching. "come-" he gasped out, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. "come for me, now."

your back arched up off the bed, fingers going slack on your neck as you came, sobbing out for scaramouche until you eased back onto the bed, blissed out. your head felt fuzzy, ears full of static as you reached for the phone with jelly limbs.

"what do you say?"

"thank you, scara."

[scaryspears]

Shang Tsung x Bimbo Reader

Writing for MK11 Shang Tsung was tricky, but Shang Tsung in MK1 is quite different so I guess this one was easier.

Shang Tsung wasn't a kindred spirit, but you could understand what his deal was from time to time. It was just everything else. When a former classmate of yours won as prom queen instead of you it was a day when conquest was ignited within you, so you could understand where Shang was coming from in that department. Most of the time he just bewildered you in ways you could fathom.

"I can't believe you were able to get Sindel's trust dressed like that." you said to Shang Tsung.

"What do you mean?" his brows furrowed. He was a small town boy, and a poor orphan. Surely he didn't look like it.

"It isn't..." you waved your hand around trying to think of a word, "Slutty enough."

He didn't know what that word meant, but he didn't approve. "Slutty?"

"You need a titty window somewhere." you pulled open the top of his robe. "Like here, you just need to style things up a bit more. I should take you shopping." You feigned a careful look at his hair. "You need to fix that too."

Your hands went up and Shang did attempt to restrain them but you were quicker and stronger. You untied it and proceeded to braid it. He sulked but dropped his hands.

"You know if you weren't so fussy you could've been a model." you said to him, almost finished.

"Fussy isn't the word I would give myself."

"You tried to take over the world or something, I'm pretty sure that counts as fussy." you patted his head where there were nicely done braids. "There, now your hair looks nicer."

He narrowed his eyes before carefully touching the newly braided strands. "Thank you." he said, almost reluctant. Almost.

"Your titan self can shapeshift, right? Can you shapeshift too? If so, when you shapeshift into a woman do you have female organs or anything?"

While Shang could smell your promiscuity, he couldn't help his disbelief. "That's the only thing on your mind?"

"Yeah, I'm very curious." you looked down towards his lower region but quickly made eye contact.

He saw what you did, "Why does Liu Kang value you?"

You happily rubbed your chest, "My allure is my weapon, besides the fact that I can hold my own well enough."

He tilted his head to the side, "How can you be so confident?"

"Well, you didn't stop me, now did you." there was a playfulness in your eyes. "Go ahead, test my strength."

He seemed annoyed, but he wasn't saying no, nor did he walk away. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Fine then. Experiment on me, or whatever."

You've been with nerds before, so Shang wasn't bizarre on the list of men you held an attraction for. Not to say nerds were bizarre, sometimes they just didn't get it.

Shang looked you up and down for himself. You walked towards you, with confidence but a curiosity. Being a small town street boy stunted him from giving eyes at any body, but he still felt attraction towards people. He did feel something towards you, he just didn't think much of it.

He looked into your eyes, "I want to hurt you." he admitted.

BDSM? No pressure, you could handle this.

"How bad?" you asked.

He kissed you, it was sweet at first but then it turned bruising. There was something immature about it that made you thankful you were still young. He started sucking on your neck, but you felt a bit of teeth in there.

"Let's go somewhere private." you urged.

He chuckled, a smirk to his lips. His gaze wasn't one of admiration, which was new, but you appreciated his playfulness and honesty.

"Lead the way, princess."

[blitzwhore]

Can I get uhhh 48 (kisses to shut them up) from the kiss prompt? And you know it's my favorite owl/imp disaster couple 💖

~stolitzsings 🌌✨️

Thank you for the prompt, @stolitzsings! ❤️ I had already answered it with a doodle here, but I decided to write Stolas shutting up Blitz with a kiss this time... Sort of.

Stolitz | ~950 words | Teen and Up | Angst, hurt/comfort, Blitz is bad at feelings, hurt Blitz, sad Stolas, hopeful ending

On AO3

Blitz's fingers were gentle as they untied the knot holding the blindfold over Stolas’ eyes, keen on not pulling at his feathers accidentally.

Stolas could've undone it himself, of course, but he always preferred having Blitz take care of him, especially after such an intense scene.

As the blindfold fell, Stolas blinked quickly to adjust to the lighting. He'd been instructed to blindfold himself and wait naked in bed for Blitz's arrival this full moon, which had been exhilarating beyond measure, but it did make his eyes hurt now after being blindfolded for so long.

When he was able to look down, he was greeted by the wonderful sight of a naked Blitz, who was trailing his fingers down Stolas’ chest, burying the tips under his feathers to press into his skin. Stolas sighed at the small, grounding touch. His whole body was oversensitive, and trembled under such a careful caress.

Blitz seemed lost in thought as his fingers descended to Stolas’ stomach. It made Stolas a little breathless to be able to share this moment with Blitz, to be seen and felt like this. It was a reaffirmation that this moment was real—that what they had together was tangible, though tentative; that it was soft, and careful, and real.

When he caught Stolas staring, though, something in Blitz's expression broke, and their delicate moment was shattered. The soft-hued awe that had been washing over Blitz's expression turned into a grimace as he looked quickly away.

Blitz made as if to take his hands off Stolas, but Stolas couldn't bear it. He clutched them with his own, needing to keep them selfishly close to himself. A silent prayer, the words too vulnerable to say out loud. Please, let yourself stay in this moment with me.

Desperate to close the emotional distance, he thumbed at Blitz's knuckles, hoping he would look back and meet Stolas’ gaze.

That was when he noticed them.

Wounds and gashes were littered across Blitz's knuckles, his white skin split messily open. And bruises, dark and angry, bloomed underneath. Worried, he tried to touch his finger to a bruise, but Blitz pulled back harshly, holding his hands close to his chest and away from Stolas.

“Blitz—”

“Don't—” he interrupted, brows furrowing. “Just—don't, Stolas.”

It hurt to breathe, but for a much more unpleasant reason now. He couldn't bear to see Blitz like this. So distant. So terrified.

He couldn't bear that, somehow, despite the care and the intimacy and the physical closeness between them, they always inevitably ended up here: the ground split open underneath them, a wedge that just couldn't be bridged.

Stolas sat up on the bed, and Blitz turned away from him, back hunched and legs curled under himself.

“Look, I just—I ran out of bullets on a mission,” Blitz murmured. “Nothing for your feathered ass to worry about, ‘kay?”

Stolas opened his mouth, but… what was there to say? He couldn't comprehend what was going on in Blitz's mind, and to ask, or to attempt to explain how much he did worry, would just drive them further apart. All he could do was ache, and hope if he breathed quietly enough, Blitz wouldn't be scared completely away.

“It's just a few stupid cuts anyway, it's not like it hurts,” Blitz retorted, disdain clear in his voice. Barely audibly, he added, “You weren't supposed to see them.” And hugged himself around the waist, tail curling around his leg.

He looked so painfully, unbearably small.

“Blitz—”

“I'm sorry,” Blitz said brokenly. “I didn't mean to ruin your night. It's whatever. I should just—I should just go.”

Stolas ached.

“I mean, I'm sure you don't care that much anyway. I'm probably being stupid. It's fine. I'm fine. Just text me whenever you're done with the book, and I'll come get it. Or you can swing by if you prefer. Or send it over, if you don't want to see me—”

Stolas couldn't bear it any longer: he pressed his lips to Blitz's shoulder in a soft kiss, which thankfully made Blitz go quiet.

He dragged out the kiss, using the opportunity to breathe Blitz in and bask in the warmth of his skin.

When he eventually pulled back, Blitz looked dangerously close to tears.

Stolas wanted nothing more than to hold Blitz close to himself—to bury him in his chest and not let go until Blitz felt safe.

Instead, knowing Blitz would not allow himself to be so vulnerable around Stolas, he simply cradled Blitz's cheek with a hand, thumbing softly at his cheekbone.

Blitz didn't move away from the touch. Still, he wouldn't look Stolas in the eye, his gaze trained on the bed instead.

It wasn't enough, not nearly so. But it would have to do. If the alternative was for Blitz to push him fully away, then this fragile tolerance of comfort would simply have to do.

That was what Stolas kept telling himself, even if it broke his heart. Even if he didn't know how long he could keep going with just the breadcrumbs of true connection.

Even if he knew, deep down, that he would eventually have to be the one to let go, or this half-happiness, this barely-out-of-reach love, would break him beyond repair.

“Please, stay,” Stolas breathed, hoping it was the right thing to say. “I understand if you'd rather leave, but I—I would rather you stay.”

After a second that lasted an eon, and during which Stolas held his breath and braced for the worst, Blitz closed his eyes and nodded against his palm.

“Okay,” he murmured, taking the shy glint of hope in Stolas’ heart and setting it helplessly ablaze. “I'll stay.”

[scarvain]

✶ surprise — hamzahthefantastic x reader

SUMMARY: hamzah attempts to surprise you on your birthday

A/N: an irl gave this idea after they told me they surprised their partner this way and i thought it was the cutest ever

your birthday hasn't been something you planned on celebrating each year. you thought it wasn't as big of a deal to consider each year as a milestone in your life and for you, it was also a waste of money and time planning a party, and sending invites, and overall it was just tiring.

but this year, your boyfriend, hamzah wanted that to change.

he was currently in your shared apartment, a baking video in the background while he had all the ingredients out with an apron tied around his body.

"hamzah, how many of these do you need?" martin asks as he pumps air into the balloon.

he thinks for a while, opening the cake mix's box. "maybe... about 8 or 10?"

after a while, martin had 5 balloons with air, and all that was left were the strings and the cake. hamzah on the other hand had replayed the video three times already with only the cake mix in his bowl, afraid to mess up the cake he was making for you.

"how many times are you gonna repeat this bro?" his friend teased as he tied the end of the balloon.

hamzah just rolled his eyes before cracking the eggs and pouring them into the bowl.

you'd be coming home soon and he was trying to rush the process of making the cake, the powdered batter scattering everywhere as he quickly mixed.

"fuck," he muttered to himself but still proceeded with baking the cake.

when martin finished with the balloon — even tying ribbons at where he tied them, hamzah was still mixing the cake batter.

"hamzah," martin called out for the curly-haired boy who was adding ingredients to the bowl. "i'm gonna go now, have to fetch mandy from work." he nodded at him.

"thanks for the help dude, seriously thank you." hamzah said with a genuine smile. when his friend left, he mixed the batter more before transferring it to a pan.

as soon as the cake was finished baking, he immediately took out the tray from the oven but with the temperature still being high, he burnt himself although he was wearing mittens.

he thought decorating the cake was going to be the easy part, considering the fact that he was just meant to spread icing and pour sprinkles but he still thought of writing a short note on the cake but as he was getting to the third letter, your keys were already jammed into the keyhole, opening the door to your apartment.

the counter was still messy with the spillage from earlier and the bowls and utensils he used, were scattered all over.

"shit, shit, shit!" he said as tried to tidy up the place but you've already stepped inside.

"hamzah is something," your head turns to where he was standing after you've taken off your shoes. your eyes fall on the cake that's on the counter and the piping bag in his hands. "oh my god." you try to hide your smile but with your boyfriend standing in front of you, with a horrified expression and a messy apron, you couldn't help it.

it was an image you wish you could've taken a photo off. he places the piping bag down the counter and tries his best to hide the cake by walking closer to you.

"okay, i know you hate birthdays but i wanted to surprise you this year. we've been together for uh... 3 years now? and take it as a gesture of love, please." he pleaded, eyes looking deeply into yours.

you step closer to him and place a hand on his cheek before pecking his lips. there's a smile on your face when you pull away which makes him less nervous. "this might just be the best birthday ever, hamzah." you tell him and his eyes widen in excitement.

you untie his apron, throwing it on the counter before wrapping your arms around him. the two of you hold each other for a while before he places a kiss on your temple and then speaks again.

"you also have balloons, martin blew them for me oh and, your cake only has the letters h and b because you arrived when i was starting on d."

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FEAR; BANG CHAN

pairings. vampire!chan x servant!reader

wc. 1.1k

warnings. fingering , unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, virgin reader, metions of biting.

i hope you like it <3 !

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"the king wants to see you." your eyes widened , why would he want to see you. "w..why." the other maid shrugged. "he asked for you specifically , now hurry before he gets angry."

your legs trembled as you made your way to his room , trying to think of anything you could've done that pissed him off in anyway , knocking on his door. "enter." you heard him say , you push the door open , where he's sitting at his desk , his shades blocking the sun from coming in , a dim light surrounding the room.

"＿ , come in." his red eyes stalked you as you made your way in. "close the door." you obeyed. "y..you wanted to see me?" you keep your head down. "you know ＿ , i can hear everything going on in my castle right?" he tilted his head to the side. "i can smell a lot of things too." he said , standing up.

"why are you scared of me?" he made his way over to you , you backed up. "i..im not scared." you said. "yeah? then why are you backing up?" he smirked , taking a deep breath in , exhaling. "i can smell the fear." his eyes were dark , just as you felt your back hit the door , he quickly caged you between the door.

his head dipped in between your shoulder blades "you smell good." he nuzzled his nose in between your neck. "so fucking good." he groaned lowly. "s..sir." he made direct eye contact with you. "don't call me that, if you call me that i won't be able to control myself." his voice made a gush of arousal flood your panties. "am i scaring you now love?" you shook your head.

"n..no." he smiled, "why , is it because your aroused." one of his hands came down to your waist. "i can smell it , any vampire floating around here could smell it." you whimpered , your eyes flickering to his plump lips. "go a head princess, you can kiss me." he watched you freeze , he knew it, you were a virgin. "you don't know how , do you?" he smiled.

"p..please kiss me." you whined , that's all he needed before his lips were on yours , taking the lead , it was slow but rough and full of lust , he pulled away , your lips were red and swollen , eyes shiny. "look at you, so pretty for me already." he let go of your waist , taking your hand , you followed him , like you were under some sort of spell.

"let's get you out of this princess." he untied the strings of your dress , letting it pool around your ankles. "lay down on your back." he commanded you , taking his clothes off , joining you on the bed , in between your legs. "look at you, all spread out for me , just a minute ago you were trembling in fear." he chuckled , his hands rubbing both your thighs.

"i bet you'd let me do anything to your body." he rubbed your clit through your panties , you bit your lip, nodding. his head dipped down once again in your neck , right next to your ear. "would you let me bite you?" you felt his sharp fangs , slightly grazing the side of your neck. "make you mine forever." you moaned out , dumbly nodding. "y..yes." he hummed at your answer.

"good girl , this is your first time , so i won't, i can't make any promises for next time." he slid your panties to side , his finger prodding at your hole. "p..please." he slowly pushed his finger in , "baby you're so tight , can barely take my finger." he cooed , "you feeling okay love?" you nodded. "s..so good." you moaned. "i..i want more."

he chuckled at how fucked out you quickly became. "another one of my fingers , you sure you can take it." he said. "i..i can take it i promise." you moaned. "okay baby." he slid another finger into you , scissoring you open. "gotta get you ready for my cock." he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. "s..sir , im gonna cum." that name set something off inside of him , he found your gspot , repeatedly fucking his fingers into it, making your scream. "shit!"

"i told you about that name princess." he growled as you clenched around his fingers , legs shaking as your orgasm approached. "gonna cum for me?" you whined. "y..yes please let me cum." he smiled at how you begged for his permission. "go a head cum for me." your body trembled as you came around his fingers. "good girl."

he pulled his fingers out , bringing them to his mouth , tasting you. "you taste really good." he groaned. "as much i want to taste more of you , im gonna explode if i don't get inside of you?" his cock rubbed up against your cunt. "p..please be gentle." he kissed your lips. "of course i will." he said, slowly pushing the tip of his cock in. "you're so tense princess , let me in." he whispered , guiding more of his cock in.

once he was fully inside , he stayed like that letting you adjust to his size. "s..so full." he smiled, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "feeling full princess." he hissed when you clenched around him. "fu..fuck you're killing me my love , i need to move." you nodded. "o..okay." he pulled all the way out, pushing himself all the way back in, his thrust were slow, but you wanted more. "p..please, m..more." you whimpered.

"if that's what my princess wants." he began to pick up the pace, "shit- love you're so wet." his hips snapped against yours , "feel so good , gonna make sure no other guy will be able to fuck you , gonna make you mines forever." he hissed. "you understand that princess , gonna be my queen." you moaned a bunch of incoherent things , nodding to whatever he said.

"gonna let me bite you next time, hmm? -shit- so i can fuck you for eternity?" he grabbed your jaw. "answer me love." he thrusted into you deeper. "y..yes! ple..ease im gonna cum." you gripped the sheets. "go ahead princess , im not stopping until i cum inside your pretty pussy." his hips only getting faster , finally the pressure in your stomach stopped as you came around his cock. "o..oh my god." your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"thats -shit- that's it love , im cumming, ngh!" he pushed all the way inside of you, his cum flooding your walls. "sh..shit." he sighed.

"you're mines now."

©️LUVYENI

[daydreamtofiction]

Thou Shalt Not Covet // 11: Communion

Contents | Part 10 | First Person Version [AO3]

Summary: (Priest!Benedict x Female Reader) With fresh starts and awkward family dinners, things seem to be changing for Ellis.

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Strong language, irreverence, dark humour, sexual references, discussions of death and loss. Readers must be 18+

You could hear them through your bedroom door; Gina's voice fluctuating between hushed indignation and histrionic sobbing, while Alfie gave little in return besides the occasional mumble. You wondered about all the times you'd heard them talking before; the sudden silence when you'd enter a room, the laughing and teasing you never thought to question. Had they been talking about you in those moments? Whispering declarations of desire to one another and finding thrill in the risk of being caught?

You heard a door slam shut, their voices fading to a distant drone as you zipped up your jeans and pulled on a t-shirt Gina was always trying to steal. You never understood why she wanted it so much; it was plain, boring, the neckline beginning to fray on one side. But maybe it wasn't about the t-shirt at all. Maybe the only reason she wanted it was because it belonged to you.

You brushed the wet hair out of your face with your hands, the act instantly transporting you back to last night; how it felt to rake your fingers through Father Benedict's rain-sodden curls. You shivered, shaking it away quickly before moving around the room, scooping up whatever you could and dumping it into a large gym bag on the bed. 

The process felt mechanical, void of any grief or attachment to the possessions that anchored you to this place. You zipped up the bag and looked around at the rest of your things; mementos from times you no longer cared to remember, photographs of people you never truly knew, wallpaper you'd been so excited to put up and a bed you'd shared with someone who wasted three years of your life. 

You stepped into a pair of old, worn-in trainers, the leather so soft and slackened that you didn't even have to untie the laces anymore. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you made your way to the door, turning the handle and pushing it slowly in an attempt to stop it from creaking. 

You successfully made it to the top of the stairs before the door behind you swung open, making you huff in defeat. 

"So that's it?" asked Alfie with a slight lisp, his mouth swollen from Father Benedict's punch. "You're just off, then?" 

You turned to look up at him. "What else were you expecting? Even if Gina hadn't kicked me out, do you really think I'd want to stay here?"

he shook his head. "It's like you don't care." 

"Oh, well I'm sorry for not reacting to you cheating on me in a way you find acceptable." 

"I don't mean- I just- You haven't even given me a chance to explain-"

"I have no interest in hearing you try to justify this, Alfie. If you and Gina wanted to be together, you could've just said so instead of doing this to me." 

"But it's not like that between me and G." 

"Not like that? I walked in on it!" 

"I mean I don't want to be with her! You were pulling away and she was... there. It was a moment of weakness that just spiralled-"

Gina emerged from the room, elbowing Alfie as she stormed past him, mascara like ink blots across her cheeks. 

He looked over at her as she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her, then back down to you. 

"How many times?" you asked. 

He rolled his eyes. 

"Go on, how many moments of weakness are we talking?" 

He dropped his head, refusing to answer. 

You nodded, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek. "Can you at least tell me... Were you safe?" 

"Yes," he replied weakly. 

"Condoms?" 

"Yes." 

"Every single time?" 

"Yes." 

"Okay. Well thanks for that, at least." 

You turned, hoisting the bag back up your shoulder and continuing down the stairs. 

"So you can go and let Father Bellend know he's not going to catch anything from you," he muttered. 

You stopped, shuddering at the realisation that you'd told him; the words you'd spat at him like venom now trickling down your spine. 

"I just said that to piss you off," you said. 

"Wait, so you didn't sleep with him?" 

"No!" You hoped you were convincing, unable to tell beneath the bruises and swelling if he was buying it. "How insecure do you have to be to feel threatened by a priest?" 

"The same priest who did this?" He pointed to his face. 

"You deserved it." 

You finally made it down to the bottom of the staircase, glancing over your shoulder to see him still standing at the top. 

"D'you know, Mara never liked you," you began. "I always thought she was just being a bitch, judgemental, too stuck up to give you a chance. But it turns out she was the only one who could see right through you."

Daylight clung to the horizon, casting a golden hue across a blushing sky. The days since you'd left Gina's house had grown warmer, brighter, with mild breezes and longer evenings, as though the earth itself was rejoicing in your newfound freedom. 

You stepped off the bus with a sigh, thankful to escape the humid air of squashed passengers and closed windows. The walk to your mother's house was short, so you made the effort to slow your pace, making it last that little bit longer to steal solace wherever you could get it, even in the five minutes between bus stop and front door. 

She'd been surprisingly tactful about the whole thing, welcoming you back when you turned up on her doorstep two nights earlier, making up the bed in your old room and leaving you to settle in without prying; no questions, no judgement, no classic mum-isms you'd come to expect from her. Maybe she was secretly happy to have a fledgling back in her empty nest, careful not to do anything that may make you fly away. 

You reached the house as a car pulled up outside, its large tyres mounting the kerb with a gentle bounce. You raised your hand in a subtle wave as you made your way to the front door, rummaging for your keys inside your large, overfilled tote. 

"Did you just get off work?" Mara called out as she climbed out of the passenger side. 

You nodded, watching as she made her way around the back of the car. She didn't seem surprised to see you there, which meant your mother had told her. The thought made you groan internally.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. 

"Nice to see you too," said Nathan with a slight laugh as he emerged from the car. 

"Dinner," said Mara, as though it should have been obvious. 

She unclipped Soleil from her abundance of safety straps and seat belts, before hoisting her onto her hip and making her way up the path to meet you.

"How was work?" she asked.

"Eh." You shrugged, finally pulling out your keys. "Spent the day staring at pictures of babies in silly outfits."

"Sounds cute." 

"That's one word for it." 

The front door opened straight into a spacious living room. Perfectly tidy as always; cushions plumped, surfaces dusted, vacuum lines still visible in the rug. Since the divorce, your mother had taken to redecorating every few years. You always assumed it was a way of erasing any evidence that your father once lived there, but you were starting to think she just got bored easily. Right now, she was fond of the colour silver; opting for glittery wallpaper, velvet curtains and a large mirrored coffee table in the centre of the room. It was headache-inducing, yet there was something oddly comforting about it at the same time. 

"Oh, she mustn't be back yet," said Mara. 

"Back from where?" you replied as you hung your bag over the banister. 

"She said she was going to the church to pick up all the stuff." 

"The church?" 

"Well, the pub next door to it." 

"Oh." You swallowed, your mouth turning weirdly dry. "What stuff?" 

"Banners, bunting, that big balloon arch. We didn't have time to take it all down after the christening on Sunday so they stuck it in the back for us." 

"Ah." You gave a distracted nod and made your way across the room. 

"Where are you going?" 

"I just need a drink." 

You walked into the kitchen, pulling a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water. The door opened behind you as you gulped it down. You wiped your mouth and glanced over your shoulder, forcing a bright smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. 

"So," said Mara, lifting the lid off the slow cooker and glancing inside. "Mum said you're staying here for a little while...?" 

"Mhm." 

She paused, leaning back against the counter with folded arms as she waited for you to elaborate. Instead you stood there quietly, rolling the cold glass over your warm cheek. 

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" she pressed.

"I moved out," you replied simply. 

She lowered her head slightly, staring at you beneath a heavy brow.

"What?"

She parted her lips to speak, but a noise from the living room caught her attention; the front door opening and closing, your mother's voice singing a cheerful greeting.

She gave you another dubious look. "You're going to tell me what happened."

You rolled your eyes and put the glass in the sink before reluctantly following behind her.

"So this... dinner thing, do you do this regularly then?" you asked.

"Maybe a couple of times a month." 

"Why have you never invited me?" 

"Would you come if we did?" 

"Probably not." 

"Well there you go."

Mara stopped suddenly in the doorway, making you bump clumsily into her back. You were ready for her to berate you for it, tell you to watch where you were going. But instead she gave a high-pitched 'oh', reaching back to grip your arm.

You furrowed your brow and peered over her shoulder into the living room, the air immediately evaporating from your chest as your gaze locked on a set of glacial eyes. 

He was carrying a large plastic storage bin, the weight of it evident in the whitening of his knuckles as he hauled it through the door. The lid lifted slightly, a single yellow balloon escaping and rising to the ceiling. 

"Father," said Mara, confusion laced in her cheery tone. "Well this is a surprise." 

"Hello," he said. "Nice to see you all again." 

You remained in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes wide, watching as your mother directed him to put the box on the floor. He was stiff in his movements, his gaze darting to you every few moments, the discomfort clear on his face. 

"You're a godsend," said your mother. "Do you mind helping me with the last few bits?" 

"Of course not." He smiled, making his way back outside.

"I'll do it, mum," you said quickly, hurrying across the room. "You sit down." 

"Oh, okay, thanks love." 

You wiped your palms on your trousers as you rushed down the path, catching up with him as he opened the boot of his car. Another balloon escaped, he caught it before it floated away, stuffing it back inside a bin bag and twisting it closed. 

"What are you doing here?" you hissed, leaning in and grabbing a box filled with table centrepieces. 

"I ran into her outside the church," he replied. "She needed help with all this stuff, I couldn't just leave her to struggle." 

"Yes you could." 

He rolled his eyes. "Relax, you haven't told them anything, have you?" 

"Of course not." 

"Then it's fine. Help me get this inside and then I'll leave." 

You gathered the rest of the decorations. He reached up to close the boot, stopping to look down at you. 

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You haven't text, so I assume everything was alright after I left the other day?" 

"I haven't paid my phone bill, remember?" 

He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head softly. 

"But no, it was fine," you sighed. "I said a few things, packed and came here. Uneventful, all things considered." 

He nodded and closed the boot with a heavy slam, hoisting an obnoxiously large display of balloons and flowers over his shoulder. 

"How's your hand?" you asked. 

He laughed again, looking down at the faint bruising on his knuckles. "It's fine. Was worth it." 

You glanced up at him, eyes falling immediately to the slight smirk across his lips; a smirk that held entirely new meaning now. You'd kissed those lips, felt them on your skin. Those lips had tasted you, parted to let out the most divine moans. 

He arched an eyebrow. "Ellis," he whispered sternly. "Stop looking at me like that." 

It sounded like a reprimand, but you knew it was more of a warning; a reminder that nothing innocent ever came from those looks.

You conceded, clearing your throat and making your way back into the house.

"Why don't you stay for dinner?" 

This was it. Your punishment from the heavens.

Father Benedict let out an appreciative sigh. "Oh, no, I-"

"Come on, I insist," said your mother. "You came all this way to help me, it's only fair." 

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Consider it a thank you, especially after everything you did getting the christening sorted so quickly." 

"I er..." he blew out a long breath. "I really don't want to impose-"

"Nonsense! Go on, sit down."

She gestured towards the dining room before disappearing into the kitchen. Mara waited until she was gone before letting out a laugh, turning to Father Benedict with an apologetic smile. 

The silver theme had bled into the dining room; sparkles and mirrors and crushed velvet cushions on each chair. You wandered around the table, stopping at Cain's chair and making an elaborate sidestep to avoid it. Mara rolled her eyes at you, sitting down with Soleil in her arms as Nathan pulled up a chair beside her. You slumped into your seat, pressing your lips together firmly as Father Benedict sat down directly opposite you. 

"She's hungry," Mara muttered, reaching to open her blouse. "You don't mind do you, Father? It's not offensive or anything?" 

You rubbed your eyes. Ah yes, just what this nightmare of a situation was missing, you thought, my sister's left tit. 

"No, not at all," he said politely. "I think it's beautiful. The breastfeeding, I mean, not your... erm..." 

"Jesus Christ," you mumbled under your breath. 

Your mother pushed the door open with her hip, walking in and placing a large pot in the centre of the table. "Beef stew, help yourselves. Father, can I get you anything?" 

He shook his head. "No, I'm good, thank you." 

"Are you sure? Anything? Condiments? Extra bread? Something different to drink?" 

"Just sit down, mum," said Mara. "Leave the poor man alone." 

She raised her hands in surrender and sat down at the head of the table.

"Sorry about her," Mara added, turning to Father Benedict. "I think she's got a bit of a crush on you." 

He chuckled, and you shuddered at the thought. 

"He's a handsome man, Mara." She turned to Nathan. "Isn't he." 

"I couldn't possibly comment," he replied. 

Everyone laughed, even your own face broke with a smile. 

It was astonishing, how one person could be so charming, so charismatic and endearing that everyone he came into contact with was left in awe of him. And it was you he'd chosen. This man, who was so delicious that the flavour of him lingered in the mouths of people who'd barely had a taste, had wanted you, worshipped you, fantasised about you. 

You. 

Everyone made smalltalk as they ate, the sound of cutlery clinking against dishes filling the brief silences between conversation. You'd never been good at smalltalk. But then again, you'd never been particularly good at 'big talk' either; preferring to melt into the background, nibbling on a piece of bread as you took in the mundanity of everyday chatter around you.

"So go on then, why've you moved back home?" said Mara, bringing you back into focus. 

You glared at her, pausing for a moment before shrugging. "I broke up with Alfie."

 "After the christening?" 

"Mhm." 

"What happened?" 

You picked up your spoon and swirled it in your stew, pushing a chunk of potato around the bowl as you spoke. "Caught him cheating on me... With Gina." 

Your mother gasped, Nathan's eyes widened in shock. 

"That fucker," Mara spat.

"Mara," said your mother, nodding towards Father Benedict.

"Sorry," she said. 

"It's alright," he replied. "He does sound like a fucker." 

Everyone laughed quietly, easing the tension around the table. 

You exchanged brief but intense eye contact with him. He turned his head quickly, exposing the edge of a love bite from beneath the collar of his jumper. You bit your lip, holding back a smile before spooning stew into your mouth.

"So yeah," you mumbled as you chewed. "It is what it is." 

Mara's eyes narrowed. You could tell she was sceptical, trying to work out why you weren't more upset. Her gaze darted between you and Father Benedict before she relaxed back into her chair. 

"Gina text me that night asking if you were at mine," she said. 

"Yeah, I walked out after I caught them." 

"Where did you go?" 

"A friend's. So mum, I was wondering if I'd be okay to stay until I sort out a place to live." 

"Of course," she said. 

"What friend?" Mara pressed. 

"Does it matter?" you replied. "Why did Gina say I'd left?" 

"She didn't. Conveniently left that part out. Why did you go to a friend's house and not come to mine?"

You shrugged. "Because we don't do that." 

"What?"

"Come to each other for things."

"You can come to me for things."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. "Wh-"

"How are you going to move everything out of the house?" asked your mother.

"I've asked Dad if he can drive me over in his van at the weekend."

"God this is just awful." She placed her head in her hands. "What are you going to do, Ellis? You've got no money."

"Cheers, mum."

"And I've not got the funds to help you get a place of your own. Do you think your dad and Nicola could help?"

"I don't- no, I'm- I'll work something out."

"Mum," said Mara. "You're embarrassing her in front of the clergyman."

Father Benedict dropped his head with an awkward laugh. "It's fine. This is nothing compared to some of the things I've heard in this job." 

"Ooh like what?" your mother leaned closer. 

"If you can think of it, someone's probably confessed it to me." 

"Wow." She rested her cheek on her fist, studying his face. "Is that why you wanted to be a priest? All the gossip?"

He cleared his throat and set his spoon on the edge of his bowl. "Well, actually, I er... I had a brother who passed away-"

She gasped. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. You know, the girls lost a brother as well. Cain, my eldest. He was only twenty-four."

Mara shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. 

"How did he go?" your mother continued. "If you don't mind me asking?" 

"Oh, he... He had substance abuse issues," he replied. "Sorted himself out towards the end though, got clean. But by that point he'd already done so much damage, his body just... gave out." 

You felt a pang in your chest, his voice so soft and sincere you could almost hear the heartbreak. 

"I'm sorry." She reached over and placed a hand on his for a moment, her fingers resting over the bruises on his knuckles.

He smiled, seemingly grateful for the comfort. "He was religious towards the end. It made me start looking at my own faith after he passed." 

She nodded. "Y'know when we first lost Cain, I contemplated going to church a few times. But the way he died, it was so... brutal. I couldn't fathom a god would let that happen-"

"Mum," Mara groaned, almost pleading for her to stop. 

"Ellis was thirteen," she continued obliviously. "Decided she wanted to do gymnastics, but the place was so far away she wouldn't be able to make it there after school unless someone drove her."

Mara let out a huff before handing the baby to Nathan. "She's full, I'll be back in a minute." 

You watched as she rose from the table, walking out as your mother continued to speak. 

"Mara was the one who usually took her, but she was busy on this particular day so Cain did it instead. Anyway, on their way home he lost control of the car. The pair of them were in terrible shape. They had to cut you out from the roof, didn't they Ellis." 

You exhaled a long, slow breath. 

"Obviously she survived, thank god. But Cain wasn't wearing his seatbelt." 

"Gosh, I'm so sorry," said Father Benedict. 

You stood up suddenly, brushing your hair out of your face. "I'm going to get another drink." 

Mara was stood in the kitchen, staring out of the window at the darkening sky, tongue pressed to the inside of her cheek. You closed the door behind you and let out a sigh.

"Is she still going on about it?" she asked, eyes fixed on the window.

"Mhm." 

"Fuck sake," she whispered. "She just talks about it fucking constantly. Anyone who'll listen. The poor guy only came to help with decorations and now she's dumping all the family trauma on him." 

"He doesn't mind. He's good with this kind of stuff, always knows what to say." 

She finally looked at you. "What did you mean when you said we don't come to each other for things?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged. "I don't know. We just... don't. Not like proper sisters."

"Proper sisters?"

"You know what I mean. Sisters who aren't nine years apart. Who don't have a huge elephant following them into every room."

She returned to looking out of the window. 

You licked your lips awkwardly before making your way towards the fridge. "After Cain died-"

"Ellis," she groaned. 

"Just let me... After Cain died, I snuck into your room a few times when you were out and read your diary." 

She spun around. "You did what? Why?"

"Honestly? I always felt like you wished it would've been me instead of him. But I knew you'd never actually say that out loud. So I'd skim through looking for my name to see if you wrote it there instead."

She stood there, speechless, lips parted in stunned silence. "You actually thought I wished you'd died in that car?" 

"If it meant he got to walk away from it instead-"

"Well that's not true. Of course it's not fucking true. I- well, let's get one thing straight, if we're wishing for stuff I'd have just wished for no one to die."

"Fair."

"But no. Ellis, Jesus Christ, no. I know I've not been the best sister in the world, but bad enough for you to think I wished you weren't here? Really?"

"Well I don't think that anymore. But it's hard, I mean, why would I go to you for things when I spent the majority of my life feeling like you resented me?" 

Her shoulders slumped, a defeated breath leaving her. 

"Do you know, I think it actually bothered me more that you just never wrote about me at all," you said. "Ever."

"There isn't enough paper and ink in the world, that's why." 

You laughed softly, turning to pour yourself a drink.

"Can we just get rid of the elephant?" she asked.

"Hm?" 

"Tell it to fuck off. Leave us alone." 

You turned back to face her, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I'm not sure how you tell an elephant to fuck off, but we can give it a go."

"Okay. Good." She paused. "Do we hug now or something?" 

"I'm not really a hugger." 

"Thank god, neither am I." 

You took a large gulp of your drink. She watched you quietly, eyes burning into you. 

"Are you really alright? About Alfie and Gina?" 

"Yeah. I actually am. I think I finally understand what people mean when they say it feels like a weight's been lifted off them. I feel lighter." 

She smiled. 

"We should probably go back in," you said. 

"Yeah. Get back to Mr tall dark and handsome." 

"Mara." 

"What?" she laughed. "Do you know he hasn't stopped looking at you all night?" 

"I think he just feels awkward." 

"Hm." 

"He's a priest. Even if... I don't know, there's just- It's not..."  "Who knows, maybe he's secretly well up for it."

You laughed. "Yeah, maybe." 

She walked towards the door. You followed behind, stopping when she turned to whisper. 

"Just do me a favour, whatever you do, don't get pregnant. Your hair falls out, you can't cough without pissing yourself and your sex life goes down the drain."

"Well if you're pissing yourself all the time, it's no wonder."

She glared at you, but it only lasted a moment before a smile began to emerge.

Mara warned you not to get pregnant. And if that wasn't caution enough, watching forty nine-year-olds running wild around a church would definitely do it. They were loud, boisterous, ignoring their exhausted parents as they bounced from pew to pew. 

A headache was taking root behind your eyes, every screeching voice and thud of little feet making it worse. You were beginning to think June lied when she said she was visiting her niece in Wales, maybe she just wanted to avoid doing this. 

You stood near the doors of the chapel, handing out pens and taking attendance as each family arrived. Father Benedict walked up and down the aisle, welcoming them with smiles and high-fives, asking parents to spread out, though not many seemed to listen. 

You kept glancing over your shoulder at him, as though you couldn't help but steal a quick peek whenever his back was turned. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a snug-fitting fleece jacket, his white collar peeking out of the top. It had been four days since the night you spent together, yet the look on his face when you took that collar off was as fresh as the moment it happened, even down to the popping sound it made as you tugged it away from his neck. 

He checked his watch before turning on his heels, strolling leisurely towards you. 

"How are you getting on?" he asked, glancing down at the attendance sheet in your hands.

"Just making a mental note to take my contraception later," you replied, looking around as a group of kids chased each other from one side of the chapel to the other. 

He laughed. "They're fine when you know how to handle them. Watch." 

He turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice loud and commanding, echoing in the steepled roof. "Okay everyone! I'm going to begin, so I want children sat with their parents please!" 

The children immediately fell into order, their ruckus fading to a quiet hum as they rushed to sit down.

You bit your lip; the way he could control a room with nothing but his voice stirring something deep inside you. He walked down the aisle to the altar and turned to face them all, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"Welcome, everyone. Thank you very much, as always, for coming. I know these preparation sessions can be a bit of a pain when we're all so busy, but it is so important for the children to be attending, especially as their first holy communion is just around the corner." 

'What's that?" a young boy with a freckled nose asked, pointing to a small brass font on the wall.

"Holy water," you replied, chin resting on your fist as you sat at the back of the chapel. 

"What's that?" 

"A sanctuary lamp." 

"What about that over there?" 

"A hymn book." 

"And what's that?" 

"That's just a radiator." 

"Oh." 

"Bradley," his mother shouted. "Come on, leave the lady alone." 

It was the longest hour of your life. Father Benedict had sent the children on a scavenger hunt around the church, challenging them to tick off as many items as they could find. But for some reason, most of them were more fascinated with you. They came over in waves, small groups of curious eyes asking you random questions, touching your things or trying to trick you into identifying everything for them. 

You checked your phone. Ten minutes. Just ten more minutes. 

"What's your name?" a soft, delicate voice asked. 

You looked up to see a small waif of a girl standing next to you, the biggest brown eyes you'd ever seen gazing at you in wonder. 

"Ellis," you replied. 

"I'm Dot." 

"Dot?" 

"Mhm." She nodded, hugging her work book close to her chest. "Are you Father Benedict's wife?"

You gave a soft laugh. "No, just a helper." 

"Oh okay." She paused, looking down at her feet. "I think you're really pretty," she finally said. 

Your mouth fell open slightly; the compliment somehow meaning more coming from a child. 

"Thank you. I think you're really pretty too." 

She smiled, a set of deep dimples forming in her cheeks before skipping away. 

Maybe a kid or two wouldn't be so bad, you thought. No, god no, Ellis. Remember what Mara said about peeing yourself all the time. 

The session ended ten minutes late. You sighed as the final few families left, your headache already beginning to ease in the newfound silence. You closed the doors, leaning back against them dramatically for a moment.

"You survived!" Father Benedict's voice echoed across the vast, empty space. 

"Next time I volunteer myself for something, remind me of tonight," you called back.

He chuckled, taking a set of keys from his pocket. "Can you lock those doors for me?" 

You nodded before letting out a pathetic shriek as the keys came soaring through the air towards you. When they landed at your feet, you looked up to see him laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.

"What about me makes you think I'd be good at catching?" you shouted. 

He continued to laugh, picking up a box and disappearing into the back. 

It was eerie being the only person in a church; the slightest movements seeming to echo, every piece of art staring directly at you. You locked the doors and began cleaning up, weaving through the pews collecting pens and forgotten booklets, the occasional sweet wrapper. 

You wandered down towards Father Benedict's office, tapping your knuckles against the open door and stepping inside. 

"Some left over booklets," you said. 

He was crouched at a small filing cabinet, fanning his fingers through a drawer of papers. "Oh, thanks," he said, glancing over his shoulder at you. "Just throw them on the desk." 

You walked over and threw them down as instructed, hovering for a moment, like something inside you didn't want to leave. 

"A little girl thought I was your wife," you said with a slight smirk. 

He stood up, brushing the stray curls out of his eyes. "Really? That's quite cute actually." 

"Mm. She called me pretty and I nearly cried." 

He smiled, walking over to the desk. "She's not wrong." 

You kept your eyes on him, watching his hands as they fanned out the booklets, his jaw clenching as he peered down at them. 

"Anything else you want me to do?" you asked. 

He presses his lips together in thought. "No, I think that's everything. You're relieved from duty."

"Thank god." 

"I appreciate you helping out tonight. I know it's a bit... awkward." 

"Is it?" 

"Well it's the first time we've been alone together since..." 

You looked around the office, setting your sights on the couch for a moment before returning to him. 

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Don't even think about it." 

"I didn't say anything." 

He moved slightly closer, lowering his voice. "Ellis, it is taking everything in me to behave myself." 

You gazed up at him, a thousand comebacks flitting through your mind. But in the end, you chose to yield, nodding gently and stepping away. "I'll get going then."

You left the office, pulling the door closed behind you with a disappointed huff. It was harder, somehow, to leave empty handed after knowing what it felt like to get every last piece of him. But you hadn't come here for that; you came to help, and now it was time to go. 

"Fuck sake," you whispered, halting halfway down the hall when you realised the keys were still in your pocket.

You turned around to begin walking back, but the sound of the office door made you slow to a stop. 

Father Benedict stepped out, his eyes falling on you. "You have-"

"The keys, I know," you laughed, taking them out and hurrying over to him. 

He took them from you and slipped them into his back pocket, looking down at you with a heavy, pensive brow. You swallowed hard, eyes flitting to the love bite peeking over his collar. You wanted to reach out and touch it, run your fingers over the place your mouth had been, the flesh you'd marked as yours. But you resisted, breathing steadily, waiting for him to speak. 

"Fuck it," he finally said, and in one swift movement, his hands were on your face.

He pulled you into a hard, aggressive kiss, spinning you around and pressing you back against the wall. You gasped into his mouth, fingers immediately finding his hair and grasping it tight. 

His breath was hot, hungry, overflowing with need and frustration. You felt his hands move from your face to your neck, fingertips pushing into the soft skin of your throat as his body pressed firmly into you. 

When he finally broke away, he kept his face close; forehead resting against yours, panting heavily into your open mouth. You moaned softly, chest heaving in an attempt to catch your breath as you stared up at him in awe.

He always said you had a way of looking at him. But the way he was looking at you right now; nothing but fire. 

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