#this is purely self indulgent. i just. breathes heavily

[corrodedcorpses]

Just a taste

Virgin! Eddie x reader

Summary: Eddie learns just how sensitive nipples can be

Warnings: Smut (18+), grinding, making out, nipple play (I guess that's what you'd call it?), cumming in pants

Word count: 1.8k

a/n: This idea came to me last night and I had to write it, it is purely self indulgent

You and Eddie had been dating for a couple of months now and it had been wonderful. Eddie was sweet and kind but also outrageous and funny. You were completely enamoured by him and were sure he was your person. 

You’d both slowly opened up to each other in those few months, about intense things and little things and - in the middle of a makeout session on your 3rd date - Eddie had, quite suddenly, opened up to you about being a virgin. 

He’d looked at you like he was surprised he’d even said it, like being a virgin was a shock to him. The look on his face had made you completely melt, cupping his face gently and pressing a kiss to his nose you assured him that that was okay, you liked spending time with him even if you didn’t have sex. 

“How much of a virgin are we talking here…?” you’d asked cautiously. Trying your best to keep your voice indifferent about the situation, just trying to gauge the amount of experience he had, if any. 

“I’ve, ah, I’ve kissed and like made out with people before,” he offered the statement as if it was a question, like he was really asking you if he should have done more, if you think he's weird for not and - most importantly-  if you want to run away right about now. 

But you hadn’t run away. Instead you’d just offered him a warm smile, nodding gently. 

“Okay,” you’d whispered, “so what we’re doing right now, it’s okay?” 

“Yeah,” he’d breathed with a slight laugh, “it’s definitely okay.” 

After that you both made out until your lips were swollen and raw, both rutting against each other like desperate teenagers, but you didn’t mind one bit because Eddie did make you feel like some lovesick teenager. 

Since then you’d talked to him and reassured him more that it was completely okay that he wasn’t as experienced, that you were happy to go at his pace and more than happy to teach him anything he wanted to know or try when he was ready. 

That brings you to today. 

You’re both on his bed, making out slowly as the late afternoon sun coats his room in an orange glow. Eddie sitting with his back against the wall with you sitting comfortably on his lap, one hand tangled in his unruly, brown hair, the other giving you purchase on his chest as you grind against him. Both of Eddie’s hands are gripping the plush of your hips and ass tightly to keep himself grounded, every now and again pulling you against him to help you grind against his aching hard on. 

One of Eddie’s hands glides up past your waist, stopping just shy of your boobs before he breaks the kiss, panting heavily. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks, lust blown eyes pleading at you so cutely. 

“Of course baby, you can touch me wherever you want,” you whisper in his ear, loving the way it makes him shiver underneath you. 

“H-here?” he asks, as he moves his hand up slightly, half cupping the underside of your boobs. 

“Please,” you respond sweetly. 

Eddie groans as he cups them with both hands. He’s been wanting to do this for so long, being even more distracted by them all afternoon when he realised you weren't wearing a bra. And having to try and not cum in his jeans just before, when he saw how hard your nipples were getting while making out with him. 

You let out a soft, content sigh as he experimentally gives them a soft squeeze, looking up at you to gauge your reaction. 

“That’s it baby,” you coo, “you can go a bit harder.”

Eddie’s eyes flick down to your boobs as he starts to knead the soft flesh between his fingers, mouth open slightly as he looks at them with awe, before looking back up at you. 

“Yeah, that’s good,” you say with a smile, causing Eddie to smile too. 

“Use your thumbs to play with my nipples a little bit babe,” you instruct gently, Eddie following your orders straight away, gently rubbing against the small pebbles on your chest, wetting his lips as he does, eyes completely trained to them now. 

You let out a soft moan as his thumbs move in small slow circles against them. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” you praise him, not missing how his dick twitches against you at your words. 

You start to grind against him again subconsciously, the pleasure from your nipples growing, making you needy. You’re desperate to feel more of him so you chance in asking him if he’d be okay with that.

“Would you like me to take my shirt off baby or is this okay?” you ask gently, hoping he knows it’s completely fine if he’s not ready. 

He swallows and nods while looking up at you, scared his voice would come out too eager and excited. 

You smile at him, quickly taking your shirt off and tossing it on the floor next to the bed.  

Eddie's eyes go wide with lust and awe as he stares at your naked breasts, mouth practically salivating at the sight. When he doesnt cup them again after a second you gently find his hands, slowly bringing them back up to your chest, mewling as you squeeze your boobs through his hands. 

Eddie lets out a shaky moan as he feels your skin bare against him for the first time. He can't get over how soft and warm you feel. He goes back to rubbing and flicking your nipples softly with his thumbs before experimentally pinching one between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” you moan out while grinding harder against him. Heat blooming in your core as he starts to play with your tits rougher. 

Without warning he surges forward, tongue darting out to lick a long, flat stripe against one of your nipples. You let out a surprised moan at the action, fingers tugging at his hair tightly and head tilting back before snapping down to look at him. He has a smirk plastered on his face, no doubt pleased with your reaction before repeating the action, maintaining eye contact with you. 

He continues that before switching, doing the same to your other nipple. 

“Please suck on them Eddie,” you beg. 

He doesn't have to be told twice, immediately taking one of your nipples in his mouth and giving it a soft suck while pinching the other one. Increasing in pressure when you moan loudly and continue to grind against him. 

He starts to grow more confident; sucking, licking, pinching and rolling your nipples. You start to feel that familiar heat grow between your legs, your clit catching deliciously against your painties and his boner through his jeans. Your oversensitive nipples hurdling you quickly towards your orgasm. 

You know you should let Eddie know how close he’s getting you, not wanting to overwhelm him by suddenly cumming in his lap. 

“Fuck Eddie, if you keep doing that ‘m gonna cum,” you moan out breathlessly. 

Eddie stops sucking on your nipples at that, still cupping your breasts as he looks up at you. 

“Don’t do that,” he whispers, face confused and lips pouty, “you don’t have to over exaggerate or fake it because of me.” 

Your heart melts at his words as you take his face in your hands. You hate that you’ve offended him but god he looks so cute right now. 

“oh baby boy,” you coo softly, thumbs stroking his cheeks, “I’m not I promise. I just have like really, really sensitive nipples. I can cum from basically only having them played with” you explain softly. 

“Wait,” Eddie says like you’ve just altered the course of his whole life completely, “that’s a thing?” he almost shouts. 

You giggle fondly at his reaction. 

“Yeah, but it’s not like, super common” you reply with a shrug. 

Eddie can’t believe what he’s hearing. Why did no one tell him nipples could be that sensitive? If he wasn’t already super fucked out and getting embarrassingly close just from grinding and playing with your tits he definitely is now. He’s determined to see for himself, and slightly to try and see if it actually is real, still not quite believing you. 

“Can I- can I try it?” He asks sheepishly, averting your gaze “to make you cum like that?” 

“I would love nothing more,” you reply, and although you are trying to be sweet and do this for him you'd be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely need to feel his soft, plump lips against you again.  

Eddie eagerly goes back to playing with your nipples, moaning and whimpering around them as he feels your sopping pussy making his jeans wet as you grind against him harder and faster than before. Shamelessly chasing your high as you moan and whimper his name, it’s the hottest thing Eddie has ever heard. 

You feel your orgasm build up again moaning as Eddie gives your nipple a particularly hard suck as he pulls the other one. Eddie is right there with you, seeing you so desperate like this, knowing he’s (hopefully) about to make you cum is too much for the poor boy to handle, his dick aching and leaking in his jeans. 

He lets out a particularly loud whine as your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close to you as your legs start to shake. 

“Eddie,” you cry urgently, “you’re gonna make me cum baby, shit-”

Your orgasm washes over you, as you moan and mewl and squirm all over Eddie’s lap clinging to him. It feels so good to finally have him make you cum. 

Eddie’s mouth lets go of your nipple with a loud pop. The combination of you grinding against him, moaning out his name like it’s the only word you know, your perfect nipples in his mouth, your fingers tugging at his hair and especially cumming all over him all become too much. 

He buries his face between your breasts, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close as he coats the inside of his boxers and jeans in his own cum, hips thrusting up to meet yours as you both rut against each other. 

You both pant and cling to each other for a second, coming down from your respective highs. 

After Eddie’s brain starts to clear he pulls back from you, letting his head fall back against the wall with a thud, eyes still closed and panting lightly. 

“Did you just-?” you start to ask. Being cut off by Eddie humming a quick mmhm, you can see his cheeks are flushed as he keeps his eyes shut, no doubt embarrassed about cuming. 

“Fuck thats so hot,” you gasp, pulling him in for a heated kiss. It takes him a second to return the kiss but he does with enthusiasm. 

He breaks the kiss, searching your eyes as he asks “you don’t… think it’s like weird or something?” 

“Of course not Eds, I think that was one of the hottest things ever,” you assure him. He just smiles at you, pulling you back in for another kiss. 

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[crystalflygeo]

Heat haze ft Morax + fem!bunny adeptus!reader

cw/tags: heat/mating cycles, marathon sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, praise kink, creampie, sex toy, improper use of geo (lmao), Morax has a dragon penis, pet names, fucked stupid, reader calls Morax "My Lord" and Morax calls her "my child", power play??

notes: Pure self-indulgent filth <3 I love the concept of heats in general and though on applying that to adepti, then I remembered it's bunny year so why not... apparently there is a bunny in chinese mythology called the "Jade Rabbit" who serves the Moon Goddess soooo. Anyway. Breeding kink goes brrrrrr.

“M-my lord... I’m sorry I’m ah-” You gulp and try to breathe through your mouth, fingers clenching and unclenching trying to regain some semblance of stability. “I’m not feeling very… well”

Shameful. Lord Morax came to see you, probably talk about important matters regarding this year’s crops and yet-

“Is this your first heat alone?”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn, on instinct you look up panicked as your long ears stiffen in shock but just as quickly you avert your gaze, unable to look at him in the face at the revelation, and to avoid staring at his regal visage, fearful of your own reactions if you were to do so.

Oh he knows. He knows. Of course he knows. As much as you tried to suppress it your scent is probably dripping with want, especially when your thoughts were spiraling out of control mere minutes ago. Being an adeptus in heat is hard enough, but as a Jade Rabbit… it was especially hard on you.

You blink heavily, dumbly, your brain can’t keep up with all the emotions right now. You feel lightheaded but still manage to force out an answer. “N-No… no, I’m… used to it.”

Morax tilts his head and the light catches on his majestic antlers making them glow, and you find it impossible not to look “Of course.” He nods, still keeping immaculate composure. “But haven’t you found a mate yet?”

A mate. Your rabbit ears droop. Ever since you vowed to serve Lord Morax you never had time for such things, with the on-going war and protecting the humans, even as a non-combatant adeptus your duties were many. Agricultural care and development, medical support, logistics… you never had it in you to find a mate. You were devoted to your contract, and, to Lord Morax himself.

“I’m… I haven’t found the r-right one yet…” You mumble, hugging yourself and rubbing at your arm nervously in an attempt to mimic something.

“Oh my child, I’m sorry.” Morax approaches you and tentatively cups your cheek, fingers barely caressing your jaw, the touch is fleeting yet electric.

His hand is warm.

You unconsciously lean into the touch.

And he smells so good, so good.

“I could assist you, if you would allow it.”

You immediately flinch back at the words.

“W-what?!”

Morax simply blinks at you and crosses his arms, putting some distance between you two again. “I apologize if my advances are unwelcome.”

“No my lord it’s n-not that.” You can’t help but stare at his strong biceps, blackened skin accented by fine gold linings…

You try to control your breathing and think! Rationally!!

But still, you’re curious. What would it be like? To feel your God’s scent, your God’s touch, your God’s co-

You quickly shake your head. No, no! That’s indecent, scandalous! You’re not worthy, that’s…

“It’s okay, my child.”

The warm touch is back, hands placed at your shoulders, grounding you, stabilizing you. A shiver runs down your spine yet it doesn’t freeze you on the spot, rather it feels…

Tender.

You stare up at him and this time hold your gaze. He’s handsome and his eyes are the purest brightest molten gold you've ever seen, the bright diamond pupils mesmerizing.

You whine and rub your thighs together on instinct.

“My Lord… p-please…”

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“Ha-aahh… f-faster, please my Lord please- Ah-! Faster!”

You’re reduced to a babbling, moaning, drooling mess as you lay on golden silk sheets. Head down ass up, your arms have long since given up supporting you and your thighs tremble as Morax rams into your dripping wet pussy over and over and over again.

He lets out a low chuckle “So tight…” He whispers, voice deep and raspy with sex haze, the scent of your heat spurring him on and causing his own illuminated beast features to manifest, such as his powerful tail undulating behind him. “You’re practically dripping all over the place, and yet you take me so well…” his breath stutters with another snap of his hips and all you can do is moan loudly, mind foggy with need.

“Oh…” You gasp. “Oh.”

Without pause, he’s slamming into you repeatedly, pulling you down on his perfect thick cock and fucking fast methodical thrusts into you wet hole, aiming for a certain spot that has you seeing stars once he finds it.

“Ah! Ah… Ah!” Your voice barely registers through your own lust-hazed mind. Tears prickling at the corner of your eyes from the rapid buildup in your lower abdomen. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve already came, your juices coating your inner thighs and soiling the precious silken sheets. Not that he seems to mind. “O-Oh… Ohhhh. My Lord… M-Morax…”

You’re pretty sure your God has ruined you for anyone else. No mortal or immortal would ever be able to compare to his divine cock, deliciously thick and filling, the dragon shaft lined with small ridges that rub just right against your insides and so utterly big you swear you can feel a slight bump on your navel every time he bottoms out.

You keen and whine when his strong clawed hands pull at your hips. Seems like your legs are also giving up on you so he holds you in place instead. And you love it. His musky scent. His smooth deep voice. His unfaltering stamina.

The Prime of the Adepti. A strong and virile dragon.

And he chose to mate you.

Suddenly you feel him drape over your back, his larger frame practically caging you, pressing against you until his chest meets your sweaty back and you feel his ragged breath against your neck, scenting you and your heat pheromones before sharp fangs graze your tender skin.

You moan and your pussy clamps down on him. You are so close….

“You feel amazing.” He growls. “So good... s-so good for me.”

You buck your hips up to him, clumsily meeting his thrusts as your small fluffy tail twitches. “Nnngh!”

You feel him bite at your shoulder and the sharp jolt of pain is enough to send you spiraling into another climax, moaning high-pitched and gripping him tighter inside you even as he fucked into your slick warmth. Despite the orgasm he shows no signs of slowing down, so neither do you, as the unbearable heat continues to burn inside you, an itch you can’t quite scratch. His hands reach out for your skin, caressing your soft breasts and marveling at how beautifully they fit into his hands. He rubs circles into one of your nipples before pinching it lightly and is rewarded with another high keen and a spasm around his cock.

“P-Please… please… I need it. Please-” You pant, voice laced with desperation, your nails digging into the bedsheets.

“What do you want?” Morax asks, nosing at your neck and lapping at the reddened bite mark he branded into your skin. “Tell me what you need, little one.”

“Breed me!” You choke out “F-Fill me up Lord Morax, I need you to… fuck m-me full, pleasepleaseplease-”

And how could he deny such a sweet plea? Morax redoubles his efforts, panting with exertion and pushing harder, faster, deeper. Shrill little gasps escaping you as your mind goes blank from the pleasure.

“Hah- I’ll breed you properly… mhh… fill you up.” He pants, his pace getting sloppier, his tail trashing wildly, you feel him twitch inside you. “You’re all mine. Mine to take… to fuck, to own, to breed-”

Morax’s breath hitches and he lets out a choked groan, spilling his load inside you in thick creamy spurts as you keen and squirm under him, too fucked stupid for words. You coo happily as the heat under your skin finally abates and you feel full, so full of his seed.

His grip loosens as his hips gradually slow down, head hung low as he catches his breath, his cock occasionally twitching inside you until it eventually softens. He gently pulls out admiring the way your pussy clenches on him, the way your legs shake, weakly trying to lock him there, keep him inside you. The drag and pull of his thick cockhead over your sensitive insides making you keen and whimper from its abuse until your pliant body falls onto the sheets, whining pitifully when you feel his slick seed dribble out of your swollen pussy. You try to close your legs and weakly paw at your core.

No, no, no… it’s supposed to stay inside. Lord Morax’s precious cum-

You squeak as you feel something smooth and solid press against your pussy lips.

“Shhh my dear, shhh.” He coos at you, deep voice soothing your frazzled nerves. “This is just a little something to keep it in, to keep you full.” He pushes gently, working what you now realize was a cor lapis plug into your body. You made another whimpering noise as your lips parted for the toy he’d created for you. Red, puffy pussy folds spread open as they did for his cock, taking the tip before he worked the rest until it finally sunk in, lewdly resting against your opening, a glittering orange gemstone keeping you full. “There, nice and snug, do you like it?”

Your only answer is a little chirp, your eyes half-lidded as your body relaxes.  

“Such a good little bunny. You were so good to me my child, so good.” You smile drowsily at the praise, cooing at him as his hand pets your hair and scratches your fuzzy ear. He kisses at your shoulder and starts softly massaging your aching limbs “You were beautiful. You did so well, you took me so perfectly…”

You lean into his touch, curling up to his body, both of you still damp with sweat and other fluids. Resting for now until another wave of neediness hits you.

You both knew your heat would last at least other 4 days…

You idly wonder if by the end of the week you would be honored with carrying his offspring.

[strang3lov3]

Self-Indulgent Tendencies

dbf!joel x fem reader

Summary: while on your night walks, you decide to sneak into your dad’s best friend’s pool. When you’re finally caught you’re faced with two options: Joel can call the cops on you or teach you a lesson himself.

Warnings: pervy!Joel, slightly creepy joel, manipulative joel, kinda dark joel, slight dubcon but it’s not crazy, public nudity, semi public sex, rough sex, blowjobs, masturbation, attempted orgasm denial, reader calls joel daddy (couldn’t help myself), unprotected piv, voyeurism, oral f and m receiving, substantial age gap (reader is 20s and joel is 40s, honestly picture whatever age gap you want. I think the girthier the sexier LOL) I was feeling filthy sorry

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: this poisoned my mind and I had to write it. Please enjoy <3 I would like to dedicate this story to @toxicanonymity who inspires me to be myself and have fun when writing this absolute filth ❤️

@speckledemerald deserves some credit with creating this story. Thank you for brainstorming with me and proofreading and your words of encouragement love!!! 😘❤️😘❤️😘

Texas in July. You did not miss it one bit, yet here you were, walking in the smoldering heat wave, beads of sweat dripping down your body. It was the kind of heat that weighed heavily in the air and suffocated your lungs with each and every breath.

After graduation in May, you moved back home, settling on a cute little townhouse not far from where your parents lived.  

As you walk, you wave hi to the Adlers, then to Joel, who’s mowing his lawn. Oh yeah, he’s in this neighborhood too. 

Joel, your dad’s best friend since…long before you were around. Joel, with his dark curls, his patchy beard and thick mustache, his sparkly dark eyes, his syrupy-sweet smile. He looks sinfully handsome mowing his lawn in his denim cutoffs and white tank top, his sun kissed skin shimmering in sweat.

He smiles back with a wave, and you walk right past, continuing your walk. It’s late in the evening, the sun is beginning to disappear. This is the best time to get your exercise, you’ve decided. It’s when the air is coolest, but still, not quite cool enough. 

 You loop around the neighborhood a couple times more and before you know it, you’re back at Joel’s house. You see the waves of his pool out of the corner of your eye, the moonlight dancing on the dark water. 

How refreshing it would be to swim right now, you think to yourself. Joel’s pool is big, so clean, and refreshing. You’ve spent many barbecues in his pool, long summer days filled with chicken fights, swimming contests, seeing how long you could hold your breath under the water. 

Fuck it. 

You tiptoe to his pool, climb up the steps of his deck and begin stripping articles of clothing. It’ll be just for a minute, you decide. Just a quick dip to cool off, then you’re gone, and your daddy’s best friend is none the wiser. You strip completely bare and dip a toe in the cool waters, then quietly slink into the pool.

The water is soothing against your hot skin, the familiar smell of chlorine filling your senses. You wade for a bit, then dip your head under the water, doing a little flip. Pure fucking bliss. 

Joel is in his bedroom, he thought he heard his deck creak. He figured it was the raccoons again, Sarah was always feeding them cookies and chips that she shouldn’t have been. But then he hears a splash.

Joel peels his bedsheets off his body and takes a few steps towards the window, finding a young woman in his pool. Naked, her bare ass exposed to the air as she swims across the pool back to the deck. It’s only when she hoists herself up and steals a towel from the basket on the deck he recognizes her as you. 

And dear lord, what a fucking sight you are. Your dripping skin illuminated by the pale moonlight, your nipples pebbled and perky from the cool water. You towel your body, then your hair, and then dress yourself. And as quickly as you got in the pool, you leave, hanging your towel over the ledge of the deck. 

Joel bites back a groan and palms his cock. He tries his best to shake the images of you, his best friend’s daughter, from his mind. But he can’t. Instead, he strokes his cock furiously, your supple tits and plump ass tattooed on his eyes. Who the fuck do you think you are, swimming bare assed in his pool? Before he even realizes just how close he is, he spills onto himself, making a mess on his clothing. 

The next week, you do it again. You walk past Joel’s house, Joel chokes on the mouthful of beer when you wave to him and Tommy. 

Tommy smirks at Joel’s mishap. “She sure grew up, huh?”

Joel swallows thickly. “Yeah,” is all he can choke out. Tommy doesn’t know the half of it. He knows your skimpy workout shorts and sports bras, but he doesn’t know what’s underneath. Not how Joel does. 

On your way home, you eye Joel’s pool. Empty and dark, waiting for you. You tiptoe through the grass for a second time, strip bare, and dip into the water. This time, you swim for a longer duration, feeling confident after pulling off last week’s stunt with ease.

What you don’t realize (other than the fact Joel watched you through his window last week and subsequently masturbated to his memories of your naked body) is that Joel is in his garage, waiting for you. He stands in the doorway, hidden by the shadows. He planned it this way when you walked past his house. This way, he thinks, he can get a closer look. Watch how your body moves, hear the noises you make. 

When you dip under the water, Joel quickly sneaks to the deck and ruffles through your clothing, finding your panties. He grips them tightly, hides back in the garage, and watches you emerge from the water. This time, he jerks off to you with your worn panties clutched into his hand, held under his nose as he inhales your scent. When he comes, he feels a tinge of guilt, but pushes it deep in the back of his mind. He’s dead fucking wrong for this, but so are you, after all. 

When you step out of the pool, you can’t find a towel. Joel smirks mischievously at your confusion when you realize your panties are missing too. Did you forget to wear them? Left with no choice, you put on your clothes over your wet skin, your dripping hair soaking your t-shirt. You slip on your sandals and quickly sprint around his house to make your way home. 

Only, you run right into Joel, literally. His torso is firm and he grabs your shoulders with his big hands. 

“Woah there, kiddo. Finishing up your walk?” he asks you. 

“Y-yeah,” you stutter. “Just on my way home.”

Joel eyes you as he blocks you with his big imposing body on the sidewalk, still holding you tightly by the shoulders. You feel small, vulnerable. “Whatcha all wet for?”

You freeze, any words you can think of getting caught in your throat. Joel raises an eyebrow in suspicion, or entertainment, at the way you try to think up a lie. “Got caught in some sprinklers,” you mumble. Your eyes dart past him, but his pupils stay focused on yours. It makes your cheeks burn. 

You’re not much better of a liar now than when you were a teenager, he notes. He loves watching you lie to his face when he knows your dirty little secret. He’s made himself come twice now to your dirty little secret, after all. It’s really quite amusing. 

You stay frozen in place, Joel’s intense gaze making you uncomfortable. There’s something so off about his demeanor. There’s something unnerving about him, he seems too cool. Shouldn’t he be as startled as you are?

“Gotta get home. Goodnight, Joel,” you pull away from his grasp. You need to get out of this situation before he puts the pieces together, if he hasn’t already.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,”

A few days later, on your regular evening walk, you pass Joel’s house. This time, Joel’s alone on his porch and sipping a beer. 

“Get your ass up here and have a drink with me!” he shouts at you, a playful tone in his voice. “Now that you’re legal.”

You blush at the memory he’s referencing. You were only a teenager, couldn’t have been older than sixteen or seventeen. But how rebellious you were. 

You snuck into his garage, a cigarette between your lips, and stole a bottle of vodka from his freezer. As you turned to leave, you saw Joel in the doorway, his expression somewhere between upset and amused. He said nothing as he took the ice cold bottle of alcohol from your hands, his fingers gracing lightly over yours. 

He motioned for you to sit in the dusty patio chairs by the fridge as he put the bottle of vodka back in his freezer. Then Joel pulled the cigarette from your lips and took a drag, letting the ash fall on the cold cement of the garage floor. “S’not good to smoke,” he exhaled, smoke rising out of his mouth as he sat in the chair closest to the fridge. 

Once you sat down, he passed the cigarette back to you and you took a drag of your own. “I know,” you mumbled, unable to meet his face. You could handle the disappointed expressions of your parents, but Joel? Forget it. 

“I won’t snitch to your parents if you quit f’me. Can you do that?” 

You nodded shyly. 

“Good girl,” he said. You shared the rest of the cigarette before Joel smudged it out on the floor with his boot. He pulled you up out of your seat, shoved his hand into your jacket pocket, and stole your pack of cigarettes. Then he sent you home. 

That was the night your budding infatuation with Joel really took off. Of course, you were attracted to him before, but it was something about that night. The way he called you good girl, how he took your hand. How he shared your cigarette, the thought of tasting his lips without actually kissing him. 

You never smoked another cigarette again.

“Beer?” he offers you. 

You don’t really like beer, but you do like Joel. “Sure,”

He walks into his garage to grab you one, opens it and then hands it to you. “Settlin’ in okay?” he asks you as he pulls you in for a hug, perhaps squeezing you a bit too tight. 

“I’m doing okay, yeah,” “Stayin’ out of trouble?” he teases you. 

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Joel. I’m staying out of trouble,”

Joel winks at you, pulling another swig of his beer. There’s something about him, he’s got that same smug look from the other night when you ran into him. Like he knows something you don’t. “Sure, kiddo,”

You smile shyly, unsure of how exactly to respond. 

“How about this heat, hm? You keepin’ cool?”

“Oh, yeah,”

“S’good,” Joel smirks again. You can’t help but squint at him, unsure of what he’s getting at. He’s not talking about–he doesn’t know. Right?

Sarah interrupts then, calling for Joel to come in and watch American Idol with her. Joel bids you goodbye, you finish up the last of your beer and leave, starting for your walk once again. 

When you cross Joel’s house on your way home, you battle yourself in your mind. Today is by far the hottest day of the summer, the heat never once breaking. You’re conflicted: on one hand, you’re dripping sweat and aching for the cool waters of Joel’s pool to soothe you, but on the other, you risk getting caught. It seems that Joel is onto you already, but he would have confronted you. Right?

You decide to go for a swim. Walking into Joel’s backyard like it’s your own, you strip and sink into the pool. You dip your head under the water, doing flips and twirling in the water. The starlight dances over your skin, you look like Aphrodite herself. 

Joel just watches you, quietly. This time he’s not in the garage, not in his bedroom. He’s next to the deck, watching how your perky breasts break through the surface of the dark water. He’s sick of being teased by you. It’s his turn to fuck with you. 

Joel discreetly grabs your pile of clothes and a nearby water gun. Ever so subtly, he fills the water gun with the pool water, and waits. It’s not long before you swim back to the deck and you realize your clothes are gone. You lean over the edge of the pool, checking to see. Did they fall under the deck? Where the fuck did they go? How are you supposed to get home?

You feel a squirt of water on your asscheek as you’re leaning over the edge. You whip around, not seeing anyone. This is getting fucking eerie, you search for your clothes frantically now. 

Phwit phoo! You hear a whistle and whip your head back around, and there’s Joel. Right in front of you, holding a squirt gun. “Tsk. Thought you said you were stayin’ out of trouble,” he chides. He doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised or angry. He just looks like…he knows. Like he’s been watching you this whole time. Has he?

“Joel!” you gasp, quickly covering your breasts. 

“You lookin’ for these, sweetheart?” Joel holds up your pile of clothes in his hand for you to see. Your mouth drops open. “Tresspassin’ and public nudity ain’t no joke, you know.” “Joel, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was–”

“All y’had to do was ask me if ya wanted to use my pool, honey. You know I woulda’ let you. This heat wave and all,” he stares at you, eyebrows raised, playing with the squirt gun in his hand. He squirts it a few times into the water before tossing it aside. “Certainly wouldn’t want you to get heatstroke.”

“I know, I just–”

“You just what?” Joel interrupts you, “I know what your problem is, honey. You still got that rebellious streak in ya. S’that why you’re wearin’ these slutty panties, hm? Skinny dippin’ in my pool every night?” he holds up the panties, lacy and cheeky. “C’mon now, you know better.”

You reach for the panties, your heart beating through your chest and your cheeks on fire. Joel pulls them out of your reach. “Ah ah ah, mine now. You’re in trouble now, sweetheart. Since you wanna act like a fuckin’ slut and whore yourself out for the whole neighborhood to see,” he tuts disapprovingly at you, “Where’s your self respect?”

You swallow thickly. You don’t know what to say, what to do. You’re caught red handed.

Joel climbs up the steps, each thud of his foot hitting the deck like thunder in your ears. “I’ve got half a mind to call the cops,” he mutters. 

“No, Joel, don’t. Please, don’t,” you plead in desperation.

“I dunno, kiddo. This is pretty serious. Think it’s about time you face some real consequences,” his voice is dark and unwavering, you know he means business. “The way I see it, hon, you got two options,” he starts, sitting down at the pool. He dangles his legs next to you, sending ripples your way. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers and a thin gray t-shirt. “Cops can teach you a lesson or I can. What’ll it be?”

It’s no question. “You,” you say. “You, Joel. Please, don’t call the cops.”

Joel chuckles. “Smart girl. First good decision you’ve made in a long time, sweetheart. A long time,”

He takes off his shirt, his tan skin glowing under the sparkling stars and moonlight. Then he takes his cock out of his boxers, already hard and leaking precum. Your mouth drops open, knowing exactly the type of punishment you’re in for. “You know what I think?” he starts, exhaling deeply, “I think you’re bored.”

“What?”

“Y’need somethin’ to keep you busy, out of trouble,” he continues, “Let’s start with that filthy mouth of yours, hm?” Joel begins stroking his member, smearing precum with each pass of his hand.

Desire shakes your bones and you nod, understanding where this is headed. 

“Always thought you’d be nicer with a cock down that throat of yours. Shut you right up so you can’t backtalk me. Now get your ass over here, girl,”

You swim over to him, situating yourself between his thighs. 

“C’mon, open wide for me. Know you can,” he commands you, and you part your lips around the angry tip of his cock, so rosy and agitated.  “Suck.”

You don’t waste a moment. You drag your tongue up and down his shaft, swirling a couple of times over his tip. You savor the salty tangy flavor of his skin, so soft and smooth under your tongue. 

“Quit your teasin’,” Joel shoves your head down on his cock, hard. You gag and sputter onto him, pulling back to catch your breath. Your struggle only encourages him, he forces your head to stay down. 

“You’re gonna take my cock all the way down your throat, baby. Just relax, open wide,”

Your jaw is already sore trying to accommodate his member. He’s thick and long, filling your mouth completely. You begin bobbing your head up and down, up and down. Massaging him with your tongue, tracing over his bulging veins. 

“That’s it,” he praises you softly. “Doin’ so well f’me. Always knew you’d suck me real good.

You cup his balls in your hand and continue sucking, making a mess of his cock. Spit dribbling down your chin and into the thick tuft of curls at the base of his dick. 

Your jaw is aching, but you don’t dare stop.

“Look at you,” he coos, his strong hand caressing the side of your face before settling at your jaw. “Good lord.”

He bucks into your mouth, pushing you to your limits. He’s letting out little grunts and groans now and then, and then you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. 

Joel pulls you off his cock, a trail of spit connecting his member to your lips. Then he grabs you by your biceps into his lap. “Gonna let me fuck some sense into you, hm?”

Your heart jumps at his request, but you’re not ready. “No, Joel, need you to touch me first,” you beg. After the way his thick cock made your jaw sore, you know your pussy needs warming up to accommodate his massive size. 

Joel chuckles darkly, one hand firmly gripping your ass and the other holding his cock. He lines himself up to your entrance, notching the tip at your hole, not yet ready to take him. “This is your punishment. Ain’t s’posed to feel good, honey,” he says, his voice cool and collected. 

“No, Joel,” you protest, wiggling your hips away from him. Your heart is pounding, your stomach drops. 

“Maybe,” Joel grunts, both hands now holding your asscheeks in a vice grip. “If you’re good t’me and keep out of trouble, I’ll love you a little sweeter next time,”

He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before he unceremoniously pulls you down on his cock. The stretch and burn is unimaginable, your eyes blur with tears and you nearly scream, but Joel covers your mouth to muffle your shock. 

“You be quiet,” he warns you with a stern voice. You’re on top, but he’s the one in control, pushing and pulling your hips up and down on his cock. Using you as his own fuck toy. You bite into his hand, doing your best to hold back your screams. 

“Joel,” you cry into his palm, tears falling down your cheeks and over his knuckles. The pain is bordering on unbearable.

“Relax,” he commands you, his voice somewhat soothing. “Just relax f’me, hon. Quit squeezin’, open up,”

He’s right. You just need to relax your muscles, let yourself take him. As he fucks into you, you focus on the small amount of pleasure you can feel deep inside. It grows larger with every thrust, and soon enough, the painful stretch is replaced by pleasure.

You sigh in contentment, savoring every delicious thrust. Joel fucks into you with such fervor, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each and every one of his movements. “Oh, Joel,” you moan. Your arms are wrapped around him, your head falling to his neck. You bite into his neck and inhale his musky scent, woody and slightly sweaty. That, coupled with the smell of the chlorine fills your nostrils, a wonderful combination.  

“Jesus, girl,” he whispers, his hot breath making your skin prickle. “Lettin’ me fuck you like this for the whole neighborhood to see. You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you gasp. 

Joel stops, pulling you back from him. “Daddy, huh? S’that how we’re doin’ things?”

You blush, unsure of what to say. You didn’t mean to say that. 

Joel fills the silence. “You’re worse off than I thought,” he says like it’s a fact. You can’t quite place his tone, or how he feels. “You’re a lost cause, baby.” he exaggerates his sigh, disappointed.

You look to the side, trying to think of something, anything to respond to him with. 

“S’alright, though. I like you like this,” he begins fucking you mercilessly again. “All mine.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you scramble on top of him, grasping at his toned body to keep from falling into the water. 

“Mhm. Who am I?” he grunts through gritted teeth. He drags a hand up your torso and pinches at your pebbled nipple. 

“Daddy,” you whine. He bounces you up and down his cock, fingers painting bruises into your soft skin.

“S’right,” he mumbles. 

Joel fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before, deep and hard and intentional. His movements are precise, calculated. You’re clay in his hands, he’s molding you into what he wants. With each movement, you become his entirely.

You’re breathless as he thrusts into you. His feet splash in the water, you feel drops on your back every so often. His calloused and rough hands holding you tightly. His warm torso pressed to yours, one of his hands groping at your soft breasts.

He feels you squirm, he feels your pussy clench around his cock. Your breaths are frantic and uneven. “You’re close, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah,” you whine. He’s reading your body like a fucking book. 

“That’s just too bad,” he tuts. Your stomach fills with dread, knowing what his next words likely will be. 

“Joel, please,” you cry. 

“Mm mm,” he mumbles, his eyes fixed on yours. His eyes are dark, full of lust. Desire. Desire to control you, make you his and his alone.

“Let me come. Please, daddy,” you grind your hips into his, feeling the friction of his hair on your clit. 

“I don’t think you deserve that, my love,” his voice is sickeningly sweet, full of fake sympathy for your predicament. 

“No, m’so close, please. N-fuck, not gonna last,” 

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart,” he warns you, never once changing his pace as he fucks you. “You’ll be in deeper shit than ya are now, I don’t think you need that,”

“Please,” you cry, feeling the beginning of your orgasm bloom deep in the pit of your stomach. “Please, please, please,”

You can’t help it. You can’t stave off your release any longer. With whimpers and moans, you come all over his cock, your slick dripping from your cunt and painting his lap. It sends bolts of electricity through your veins and you shudder uncontrollably, mouth wide open and your eyes screwed shut. 

Your pussy quivers, squeezing and massaging Joel’s cock is all he needed. Making a strangled sort of groan, he spills into you, hot ropes of his come shooting inside you and painting your walls. He holds you tight enough to break bone as he fucks you through your shared releases. 

With the stars in the sky now behind your eyes, your chest heaving up and down in gasping breaths, Joel lifts you off of his cock. Your skin is damp with sweat and you dip back into the water. And to think you thought you were hot after your late night walks. 

Joel watches your slick and his own come drip from your spent cunt onto the deck, then into the pool. “Look at this godforsaken mess you made,” he points to his lap, glistening with your juices. “Naughty fuckin’ girl. You just can’t help yourself.”

Godforsaken mess is right. You look at him with wide eyes, speechless. He stares right back at you with his own intense and piercing gaze, that same look when he caught you stealing his vodka.

How far away that night seems now. It hits you, what you just did with your father’s best friend. Joel, who practically raised you, who taught you to drive a stick and held your graduation party at his house. All of those barbecues, those hot summer nights spent on his deck, the same deck you desecrated just moments ago. 

You just can’t help yourself. 

“Shoot, you poor thing,” he sighs, tucking himself back into his boxers. He doesn’t bother putting his shirt back on, but he does grab your panties and clutches them in his fist. “You’re fucked now.”

Joel’s legs splash in the water as he stands up and goes back inside his house, then tosses you a clean towel from inside. 

You really are fucked now.

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[dean-samw67]

Carlos Carlos carlos!

But hear me out, Leon and Carlos sandwich with reader in the middle I think I would PASS OUT.

Bonus points if it’s like…. At a gym or a pool and they’re all sweaty or wet (I will see my perverted ass out)

Hot and Heated

Carlos Oliveira x Fem!reader x Leon Kennedy

A/N: No because I will always take a Carlos x Reader x Leon!!! This is like my biggest fantasy!! Hope you enjoy! I am a little rusty so I hope I did okay! Also I am not a big fan of anal but for Carlos... ANYTHING

Warnings!: Pure self-indulgent smut, porn without a plot, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, dirty talk, threesome

Words: 2704

You had known Leon and Carlos for as long as you could remember. So it wasn’t an odd thing to find you at the gym with them occasionally. If you weren’t at the gym, you definitely were at your house with them, in your pool. 

Today just happened to be a super hot day, so both boys decided crashing your house was the way to go. You were sitting out in a pool chair, eyes closed as the two boys lounged in the pool. You were sweating heavily, even in your bikini. 

“Come on in, Y/n. You know we don’t bite.” Carlos calls you over, causing you to lift your head and look at the two men. 

They were both wet, possibly from a mix of sweat and pool water. Your tongue swipes over your lips as you drink them both in with your eyes. Yeah, you found your two friends quite attractive. Who wouldn’t? And to have both of them in swimsuits in your pool was any person's dream come true. 

Carlos runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. Due to it being wet, it held from his face. You sigh with a small smirk to yourself as you get up from the chair. 

“I guess.” You playfully act annoyed. 

“Are we not good enough for you?” Leon chuckles as you sit at the edge of the pool, slipping your legs into the cool water. It did feel nice with how hot it is outside. 

“She’s just a stubborn one, Leon. She just needs a little…” Carlos’s hand wraps around your ankle, a smirk spreading across his face. “Push.” Before you could react, Carlos yanks you into the water. You had enough time to hold your breath as you went under and then come back up, wiping your face as you gasp. 

“Carlos!” You smack him in the chest as you come back from his sudden surprise. 

“What? I was cooling you off.” Carlos chuckles as he watches you with a proud smirk. You give him a small glare as you back up in the water. 

“And this is why Leon is my favorite.” You hook your arm with Leon’s as you stop next to him. 

“I am?” A soft blush reaches Leon’s cheeks as he looks down at you. 

“Come on, Darling. I didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t be like that.” Carlos chuckles as his eyes scan up and down your body. You roll your eyes at the dark haired man and then look at Leon, standing on your toes in the water and kissing his cheek. Yeah, maybe you were trying to get a rise out of Carlos. You loved it though. Leon gasps as his face becomes a deeper shade of red. It made you giggle as you landed back on your feet under the water. Carlos smirks and dives under the water. You watch as his figure gets closer underneath you. You squeal as he jumps up and out of the water, right behind you, his hands then resting on your hips. You were now in between the two of them, your face now red. 

“Aw, are you gonna get shy now?” Carlos stares down at you as his thumbs rub circles on your hips, causing your heart to beat so loud you couldn’t even hear yourself think. 

“No.” You scoff as you roll your eyes, looking at Leon, who now faces you. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the nerves get to you. Stuck between two, hot, half naked, wet men. Yeah, you had to be dreaming. But the tightening of Carlos’s grip made it feel just as real as it is. 

“She’s pretty like this, huh, Leon?” Carlos chuckles. 

“She is.” Leon’s thumb strokes over your cheek as you meet his eye. You can feel as Carlos leans closer to your ear, his hot breath brushing your skin. 

“You have goosebumps.” He whispers against your ear, his nose skimming over your skin. 

“What?” You gasp as you pull your eyes from Leon and look back at Carlos. 

“You have goosebumps.” His hand rises out of the water and trails over your arm, where the hair stood up. “And I know there is no way you are cold.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because you are stuck between two warm bodies and it is already pretty hot out.” Carlos chuckles in your ear, sending more shivers along your body. It is like electricity as you feel Leon’s hands caress over your sides. You take a deep inhale as you close your eyes, taking in all the feelings. 

“Give us the word, and we will do it.” Carlos whispers. It. You knew exactly what he meant. It was something you had wanted to do for quite a while. 

“Please.” You beg, your voice just above the whisper. With that one word, Carlos was attacking your neck with kisses, which made your heart pound even louder from the action. As Carlos was working on one side of your neck, Leon leans forward and leaves kisses along the other side. It made you let out a gasp of pure enjoyment as both men step closer to you, Carlos tightly against your back and Leon’s chest against yours. 

You had experienced pleasure before but this… this was something you couldn’t put into words. Words couldn’t describe how you felt in this moment. It was raw and beautiful and it didn’t matter about anything besides that it felt amazing. Carlos’s hand slips across your front and into your bottoms. His fingers just grace over your clit causing a jolt of pleasure and a loud gasp to release from the back of your throat. 

He lets out a dark chuckle against your neck and moves his fingers back over your clit, placing pressure on it. He rubs slow, torturous circles as you let out lewd noises that filled the air. You grip onto Leon’s arms, looking for stability anywhere. You had no doubt your neighbors would know what was going on in your backyard, even if it was fenced in. 

“You make such pretty noises.” Leon whispers against your neck as his hands move up your sides to cup your breasts. You were breathing heavily as you rested your head back on Carlos’s shoulder. 

“She does, doesn’t she?” Carlos had a wide smirk plastered on his face as he was still rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck…” You let out a heavy gasp, your chest heaving up and down into Leon’s hands. 

“Well, that's not such a pretty word coming from those pretty lips.” Carlos’s voice was extremely cocky. 

“Shut up.” Your hips buck against his hand as he slows his rubbing even more. 

“Ah, ah, ah. Do you want to be rewarded with our touch? Because if so, you need to be nicer.” You open your eyes and look up at him with a glare as you continue to moan and gasp softly, your breath hitting his face. “I mean…” Carlos begins to remove his hand from your bikini bottoms. You grip his wrist quickly with one of your hands. 

“No… please don’t stop.” You whimper as you feel the pleasure receding. Leon glances up at Carlos, your breasts still in his hands, but not moving. 

“But you were being mean. That doesn’t deserve a reward.” Carlos raises an eyebrow. 

“No… I didn’t mean it… Carlos.” You whimper as you reach your hand up to his face and cup it in your desperate need to get him and Leon to please you again. 

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t think you deserve it.” His eyes lock with yours. 

“Please.” You beg, leaning up a bit and pressing your lips softly to his for a few moments. He smiles softly in the kiss just before you pull away. 

“Good girl.” He chuckles as his fingers find your clit again sending a jolt of electric pleasure through your body, causing you to tremble a bit under his touch. Leon takes to now slip his hands under your bikini top and massaging your breasts under his hands, his palms swiping your nipples as he does so. 

Your hand that was on Carlos’s face slides up to his hair, gripping at the thick locks. Your other hand claws into Leon’s arm. This was just some touching. You were completely at their mercy. Leon leaves gentle kisses along your chest and shoulders. You arch your back, your chest pressing further into Leon’s hands. 

Each touch just sent another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. Each gasp becomes a little louder. And just as you felt yourself beginning to reach the finish, Carlos slips a finger into your hole, his thumb still working on your clit. 

“Oh shit!” You whimper at the unexpected, but welcomed, feeling. Carlos’s other hand takes your face by the chin. 

“Language, darling.” He smirks, enjoyment coming from messing with you. Your eyelids flutter closed as your eyes roll back, his middle finger moving in and out of your cunt. In the midst of it all, Leon pulls down the cup of your top and leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth, his tongue working wonders. 

“Carlos… Leon…” Both their names came out as broken cries of pleasure. Your legs were trembling under the water as your nails drag along Leon’s bicep. With a light tug at Carlos’s hair, and a grunt earned from it, you are whimpering wildly as your walls clench on Carlos’s finger with your release. As Carlos slows his pace and pulls his hand from your bottoms, Leon lifts his head from your nipple. Both of them had eyes on you, soaking in your post orgasm state. 

Your breathing was heavy as you looked up through hooded eyelids, meeting Leon’s eyes. “You’re such a mess already.” He had a small smirk on his face. 

“And we aren’t even finished with ya’.” Carlos chuckles as his nose brushes against your neck, the smell of your arousal and sweat, turning him on further. You could already feel it. Him and Leon were both erect and their swim trunks were tight. 

“I need you both to take me.” You beg as you glance between the two of them. 

“At the same time?” Leon looked at you in a small state of shock. 

“I have multiple holes for a reason.” You seductively bit down on your bottom lip as you meet his eye. 

“I like how your dirty little mind works, Y/n.” Carlos lets out a low, dark chuckle that came from his chest. 

Within an instant the two of them had you completely undressed in between them before discarding their own trunks. All your clothing was tossed onto the ground at the side of the pool. You could now feel each of their erect cocks, rubbing against your skin. Leon’s against your stomach, and Carlos’s against your back and ass. 

You gasp as you feel Carlos lift you up, hands on your inner thighs so your legs are spread open. You lean back against his chest for stability, Leon’s hands holding you by the hips. Carlos leans against the wall of the pool as the two of them hold you up. It was obvious they didn’t need assistance from each other to hold you up but it made it all hotter. 

“You go in her first.” Carlos grunts as he looks at Leon. Leon nods and you feel his tip rub against your entrance. He meets your eye and a small nod was all he needed to push his whole cock into you at once. You let out a cry of pleasure, and a small amount of pain. It had been a while since you had sex so it was a bit uncomfortable at first. But within a few thrusts your walls wrapped around his length perfectly. 

“You ready, darling?” Carlos whispers in your ear, his accent strong with each word. It had you melting in his arms. 

“Yes…” You let out a breathy moan as Leon places his hand on one of your thighs for Carlos. Carlos takes a hold of his cock and lines up with your ass. His tip grazes your tight hold and it causes you to tense a bit. You never took someone back there before. 

“You need to let yourself relax.” Carlos rubs circles into your thigh he was still holding as Leon slows to a stop to let your body calm. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting my body relax, waiting for him. You feel Carlos reach to your pussy and smear some of your wetness to your back end and his cock, to lube you up. You were soaked that even the water wasn’t completely washing it away. Carlos lines up with your hole and very cautiously sinks in with a groan. You let out a whimper of pain, the walls of your ass clenching tightly on him. 

“Fuck… It- it's so tight…” Carlos stutters with a grunt. You were shaking as he bottoms out and places his hand back on your thigh. He places his forehead against your shoulder as he gasps. As he holds his place to let your body adjust, Leon begins his pace again in an attempt to allow pleasure to take over the pain. 

“Shit… She's clenching so much.” Leon whimpers as his fingertips dig into your hips. Each movement sent the water around you three splashing a bit. Your eyes roll back as the feeling of it all quickly becomes a lot. You felt full. Your body is in a mix of pain and pleasure, already overstimulated from earlier. With slow, long thrusts, Carlos begins to move.

It started off painful but each move was a step closer to your body giving into the pleasure the two men were bringing you. Within a few minutes both men were thrusting into your holes at fast paces that had your jaw hanging open, your moans piercing the air. All that could be heard was grunts, groans and cries of pleasure, mixed with the splashing of the water. 

It didn’t take long for your body to begin to tremble against theirs. “You like that?” Leon mutters against the skin of your chest, kissing it. 

“Yeah, she does. She loves being this full with the cocks of her two best friends.” Carlos grunts out as he drinks in the mess they were making you. It was a beautiful sight. Mouth open, body practically limp and to their mercy now, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and body damp from a mix of sweat and water. 

The two mens rhythms lined up perfectly, slamming deeply into your holes, which clenched hard on them. Neither of them thought they could last long, but it was clear you couldn’t either. 

“Where do you want us to cum, sweetheart?” Carlos gasps into your ear. 

“Inside. Inside me, please. Fill me up.” You whine through the pleasure, each stroke pushing me to the edge. The louder they got was more of a signal to their pending release. Your whole body was shaking from head to toe. Even the guys were trembling. You had your back roughly pressed against Carlos’s chest, nails digging into the flesh of Leon’s shoulders. 

“I can’t hold on…” Leon gasps as he buries his face in your neck. One last thrust and he was finished, coating your walls with his seed. It took a few more thrusts out of Carlos to then release his hot cum inside your ass. This all sent you over the edge as they both filled you up. Your body shivered with its release as you arch your back, letting out loud whines. 

Each of you came down from your highs with heavy breathing as both men stilled inside you. Your body, now completely limp in their arms, could barely move aside from trembling. 

“How about we clean you up and take you inside?” Carlos’s lips skim over the temple of your head. 

“We can lay with you in between us.” Leon cups your cheek with a gentle hand. 

You give a breathless nod with a small smile, having a strong feeling this wasn’t over.

Masterlist

[writingjourney]

bound by lace | cardinal copia x f!reader

summary: after mercilessly teasing you at papa’s birthday dinner, the cardinal can't have you sneaking away from him.

content: 2.8k words, f!reader, dom!cardinal, panty-sniffing, public boners, (semi) public sex, spanking, gagging, mild degradation, praise, rough sex, white suit copia, he’s a bit of a pervert here, they're established, 18+ MDNI

This is what happens when @leezlelatch tells me to write a "short" warmup drabble – I spend two days writing purely self-indulgent filth. You should also check out her fic!

Masterlist – Ao3 link

By now you’re certain that he’s not wearing any underwear. 

You’ve been watching the Cardinal for a few minutes now as he’s palming himself under the table, a black-gloved hand massaging his cock that’s trapped by the tight fabric of his white suit. He can’t take his eyes off of you, his head turned into your direction to make sure you know exactly what or who he’s thinking about. 

You regret that you let him have a say in the seating arrangements. The round tables have been spread out in the courtyard to allow enough space for Papa’s private circle to celebrate his birthday with an opulent outdoor dinner party. As Papa’s personal assistant it would be considered impertinent of you to disappear from the party until dinner is officially over and he knows it. His own position allows the Cardinal a seat at the table with Papa himself whom he entertains from time to time but does not seem to actually listen to. The way your seats are angled gives you a prime view of the Cardinal’s lap – and his stiff cock.

No one else is privy to his actions, distracted by rosemary-marinated steaks and casual conversation. You, however, have been shifting in your seat ever since he started his performance. After not having seen him all day you’ve been plagued by indecent thoughts about his body. He’s been ignoring all of your desperate texts – only to show up in the tight white suit that he knows has your brain shutting down on sight. It’s a game for him, really, and with every flick of his wrist, his smirk only grows wider.

Conversation at your own table flows easily. Instead of participating you’re trying to grind at the edge of the chair for at least some friction, rubbing your thighs together as inconspicuously as possible. The Cardinal’s brows pull together when he sees this, his hand tightly gripping his erection, giving you a little show as he pushes his hips into his hand. You fight the urge to moan at the sight, wriggling on your chair until by accident your panties catch, slipping down your hips by just an inch.

You shift again and again until the fabric fully slides down your ass. Hidden by the white tablecloth, you hike up your skirts, then pull your already dripping underwear down and bunch it up in your fist. When he turns his head to observe your miserable hip-wiggles again, you risk throwing the lacy bundle in his direction from under the table. They land right next to his white leather shoe, the wet patch resting on its pointy tip where anyone could see them if they knew what to look for. His gaze drops down and at the realisation of what exactly you gifted him his eyes widen. Two can play this game, Cardinal. 

You watch with a suppressed giggle as he drops his napkin with a loud whoops and picks it up, hooking his gloved pinkie into your panties. Hidden behind the heavy white fabric that is stained with black lipstick marks he brings them to his face, stopping right underneath his beautiful straight nose. Your eyes widen as he pretends to clean his mouth, taking a deep breath through your underwear that has his chest rising and falling heavily in his tight suit. He catches your eyes just after his exhale and grins at your shocked expression. While he brings the napkin back to rest beside his empty plate, the panties fall into his lap. You can see his hard cock twitching at the contact, straining the unforgiving material of his pants in a way that looks more painful the harder he gets.

You hear a deep cough and look back to his face, his smirk pulling the corners of his mouth up to emphasise the delicious blush that has now spread over his freckled cheeks. He’s so very handsome, so very aware of his effect on you. Almost sensually, he trails his fingers from his belly down to his groin, hiding the panties in his hand and rubbing them over his cock. His eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in an inaudible sigh as he drags them over his bulge again and again. When he finally pushes them into his pocket, they leave a wet stain running along the seam of his crotch.

It’s enough. You can’t keep sitting here watching him while you drip into your dress. Fleeing the scene seems safe – he would not dare to stand up now, showing a whole table of Papas and Sister what’s going on in his pants. As soon as his attention leaves you momentarily, you slip away with an excuse to use the bathroom. For a few seconds you hurry down the cool hallways, the skirt of your dress billowing behind you and allowing a gentle breeze to caress your inner thighs. You have to stop and think to locate the nearest bathroom, but you’re not even close when you hear rapid footsteps behind you, flat heels clicking familiarly on old stone tiles.

You don’t even have enough time to turn around before he’s pulling you into his chest, stifling your surprised scream with his gloved hand. His erection is poking into your ass and he rolls his hips against you, practically humping you from behind.

“You think you can run away after this little show, rattino?” he murmurs. “Leave me sitting there in pain while you sneak away to steal your pleasure from me?”

You can’t help but moan against his fingers. With his arm slung around your waist, he drags you a few steps down the hall, his fingers on your mouth now sliding between your lips and pressing down on your tongue. Impatiently, he pushes you into an alcove that houses an expensive bronze statue based on the Lupa Capitolina. Only instead of a she-wolf the metal was molded into a three-headed hellhound nursing her puppies.

When you start to suck on his fingers, desperate for his attention now, he immediately pulls them out and tuts. “You don’t get to taste me, rattino, not even the leather on my hands.”

His tone draws a pathetic whimper from your mouth. The Cardinal has no mercy. With one hand digging into the meat of your hips, he holds you in place before you can feel the fingers of his other hand sprawling out on your back. For a moment he gently caresses your spine but then he suddenly pushes, bending you over the statue while grinding his hips into yours. You both moan at the feeling, the sound reverberating in the hallway at an alarming volume.

“They’re going to come looking for us,” you whisper. “Please, can we go somewhere else?”

“No no no, I won’t let you run again. You better be quiet, sorella, I know how loud you can get.” You can feel his hand moving between your bodies, fiddling with his pants. “So naughty, throwing your underwear at your Cardinal, teasing him like this in front of our Papa. You were not worried anyone would notice then, no? Did you want to embarrass me?”

You shake your head and rest your warm cheek on the cool metal of the statue.

“Words, rattino, or I will leave you bent over here for the rest of the night.”

You swallow uncomfortably. “No, Cardinal, I did not want to embarrass you. I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, you are, eh?” He starts to rut again, his hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks through the soft fabric of your dress. “Tell me why you did it, dolcezza, and maybe I will reward you for your courage.”

“I wanted to tease you back,” you admit. “Seeing you so hard for me was torture. You tortured me with your tight suit and your– your cock.”

He chuckles at your silly outburst. “You are not very patient, amore. Do you not trust me to take care of you in due time?”

“I need you. I needed you all day.”

He gives a melodic hum as he runs his hand from your back down to your ass, hiking your skirts up until you can feel the cool air against your bare cheeks. “That is a good reason, dolcezza. I will allow it for today.”

His sudden need to converse with you is slowly driving you insane. You push back into him, trying to get him to move, but all he does is grip your hips as tight as he can while his other hand rains down on your butt in a hard slap. The impact echoes loudly in the hollow alcove and you yelp, holding onto the neck of the hound to avoid sliding off its back.

“Ah, I did not say there would be no punishment.”

“’s too loud,” you whine.

“You’re right, I think I should fill that big mouth of yours, rattino.” He chuckles deviously. “And lucky for me you gave me the perfect thing.”

He pulls away to the point where you can’t feel him anymore and lose him in your peripheral vision. But before you can complain he roughly shoves your panties into your mouth. You can feel the cold wet patch against your tongue, the fabric quickly soaking up your spit.

“You know what our sign is, amore, yes?” he asks softly. You dutifully tap your fingers against the metal of the statue three times. “Brava ragazza. Now I will not hear another sound from you until you have received your punishment, okie dokie? I think five more will do.”

You nod and he gently runs his gloved hand over your ass, caressing the spot he just hit. 

“You already had numero uno and since your mouth is ugh… occupied… this time I will count them for you, yes?” He gives you one more soft caress and then his hand comes down again, lower this time, the sound barely muffled by the leather of his gloves. It doesn’t hurt as much as his bare hands and yet you feel the sting so clearly that you bite into your makeshift gag. “Due.”

After this, he switches hands, his weaker left palm meeting your ass with slightly less force. Despite being in a more sequestered area of the abbey, you fell incredibly exposed and it only adds to the wild cocktail of pleasure and pain.

“Tre.”

A short break in which he soothes your skin with the soft leather. He gives you no warning before he strikes you two times in quick succession and you fight off a whimper by biting harder into the fabric in your mouth. No sounds, he’d said. He rewards you with an appreciative hum. 

“Quattro e cinque.” Again, he soothes your skin, using his other hand to tickle your thigh. “You are doing so good, dolcezza, such a good little rat for your Cardinal. Just one more now.”

For the last one, he uses his right hand again. It’s the heaviest blow, aimed so low that you can feel the impact in your throbbing cunt as you slide further up the statue.

“Sei.”

You exhale through your nose and close your eyes, revelling in the burning sensation of your skin and the pleasure that’s pooling into your core.

“You know, this color is even more beautiful than your blush when I rubbed your panties over my cock,” the Cardinal says behind you with a chuckle and then you feel his lips on your ass. He presses a few gentle kisses to your abused skin, soothing with his tongue. His mouth travels all the way up to your lower back until he’s stopped by your dress. “Are you ready for me now, dolcezza? You are dripping all over your thighs.”

You whimper desperately at his words. He’s been avoiding your pussy on purpose but now you can feel his finger probing at your slick entrance, spreading out your arousal. A soft hum of relief leaves you at the contact, the sound of his zipper filling your ears like a choir of angels singing their heavenly praise. 

He wastes no more time, slowly easing himself into your drenched cunt. After the long wait, the stretch feels so good that your eyelids flutter closed. For all his teasing, he must have been on edge as well because once he bottoms out, a strangled groan bubbles from his chest and his fingers dig into your hips with a bruising intensity.

“So good,” he whispers. “So f-fucking good, amore. Cazzo.”

And then he starts to move. The first thrust sends you flying halfway across the statue and you wrap your arms around its belly, chafing your finger on one of the edges. The Cardinal doesn’t stop, just pulls your hips back and slams himself into you again. You keen, muffled by the gag, but in your ears the pathetic noises you release and your skin slapping together resound so loudly that you’re sure the whole abbey can hear. He proceeds to roughly fuck into you with no regards for volume, the angle just right so he hits you where you need him. With all the pent-up desire for him you approach your climax fast and hard and you stop caring as you try to hold yourself steady as best as you can.

You’re right at the precipice, dangling so close to the edge when the Cardinal suddenly stops. It’s only then that you hear the clattering of heeled footsteps in the distance. You can almost see Sister yelling at you, the most embarrassing images flashing before your eyes, but with every passing second the sounds fade out more and more. You immediately push yourself back, wriggling as much as you can from your cramped position to get him to hurry up.

“Shhhhh.” He slowly rocks into you again, dragging the tip of his cock along your sensitive walls. “We will not rush this, dolcezza, no. I want you to feel every bit of it.”

Carefully, his speed picks back up, insistent hips rolling against your ass until he rediscovers his previous rhythm. With your moans stifled by your panties, the only outlet for your growing pleasure is your tight grip on the statue’s tits. The Cardinal must be close as well because soon he falters, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he clumsily slides his hand down to fumble with your clit. It’s all you need to fall. When you come, pleasure spreads over your body like liquid fire. You clench tightly around him and with a strangled moan he spills into you, twitching and shivering into his last few strokes.

For a moment, you stay exactly like that, stuck in the quiet afterglow with only your laboured breathing as evidence. The Cardinal lets you recuperate briefly after he pulls out, his hands soothing the skin of your hips that he gripped so tightly at the height of his pleasure.

“You did so well, amore, so well. Your Cardinal is so proud of you,” he whispers when he leans down to remove the panties from your mouth. “You are okay? Not too much?”

With your eyes still closed, you hum happily and rest your forehead against the cool metal, wetting your dry lips. He lets the fabric of your dress slide back over your tender backside and you whimper at the delicious pain. As you open your eyes to see him moving into your peripheral vision, he gives you an apologetic smile that you can’t help but return.

“We should go back, amore,” he finally says, tucking his softening dick back into his still wet pants. “I think they will be serving dessert soon and I really want the strawberry cake.”

“I don’t know if I can sit anymore,” you mumble, righting yourself on shaky knees. You can feel his seed dripping out of you immediately. He won’t give you the panties to clean yourself but pushes them back into his pocket.

“Maybe you have to sit on my lap for the rest of the evening,” he says, gently kissing your temple as he pulls you close. “Or kneel under my table hehe.”

You playfully push against his chest. “You know Papa hates it when we do PDA. He says we’re obnoxious.”

“Well, I hate it when he sits on my desk and messes up my papers and he does it all the time anyway.”

His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, brushes a strand of hair from your eyes. Up close you see all of his flushed, freckled face, his black eye make-up smudged into sweaty streaks. You wipe at his messed up lipstick but all he does is lean in to press a soft kiss to your lips. Finally tasting him is all the reward you need and you sigh, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue is gentle as it greets yours and when he breaks away, he smiles at you more fondly than ever.

“You know, we could steal some of the cake from the kitchens and just dip…” you propose, pressing a few kisses along his jaw.

His smile widens. “You always have the best ideas, amore.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

Masterlist – my Ao3

[kyrowmee]

ᝰ dying out.

note. no thoughts, short scenario + tw. break-ups & endings, toxic relationship, love died out, onesided love? — no fluff/comfort. just pure angst + scaramouche. an old piece of mine that never made the cut. HEAVILY SELF-INDULGENT!! modern au?

The silence was deafening, although you were sitting next to each other since a long time apart—It feels like he's ever the more farther. as if you were strangers. It felt like you haven't talked in months to the point that, you don't know each other like before—No, it was like you didn't know him anymore.

How long — Has always been on your mind these days, echoing at the back of your head as another voice to listen to when dawn falls.

How long has it been since he last held your hand? How long has it been since he'd tell you the sweetest words, cooing the preaches of his love - how long has it been since he last told you, 'I love you'?

Perhaps a long time, when you cant seem to remember it anymore.

All you can remember are the bleak days of when he'd leave you to months to no end. The reassurances turning into arguments - petty reasons, and the worst part of it all, he makes it feel like YOURE the one at fault. He leaves you, alone in your shared room - letting the ringing silence of guilt eat you up until YOURE the one who apologizes.

How long - How long since he last looked at you? with those loving eyes of him once filled with so much warmth, You wait for him through every night, throughout your relationship you thought he'd be the one. Through every text messages, unread and ghosted - through all the preplanned dates moved just for him.

But for waiting as long as you have, is it worth the wait?

.. How long did you have to wait?

"Kuni-..Kunikuzushi." you call his name even if it feels unfamiliar and bitter rolling off your tongue, no longer calling him the terms of endearment that you both used to go by - because the love had already died out long ago. This was enough.. a mutual want to end it all.

You thought of yourself as a patient person, you could wait. You would always tell yourself during the late nights alone. You can adjust, You can be his greater part, is what you'd tell yourself when you're the one who reconciles with him.

But everyone has limits.

You choke out the words, fumbling with them with the nibbling of your lower lip as you think of what to say, - No, you didn't have to think really. It's obvious what you needed to say and what you wanted to say.

-'Lets Break Up.' Is what's stuck in your throat, clawing like a numbing feeling of abyss staring down at you and the years of your relationship going down the drain, and you can't find the courage to say it.

Not when you still wanted him. Not when you still wanted this.

There was a moment of silence before you talk again, glancing up at him from the corner of your eyes and he doesn't even look at you - Hell, he was doing everything to not look at you by looking at all the passerby that had walked past with more interest he'd ever had for you. That's when you knew - it was like a confirmation that you needed to just say it, there was no going back now.

"Do you.. still love me?" you stare up at him, resorting to other words to term it and it slips from your lips instead of the three words you were trying so hard to say. Cursing yourself in your head because you knew the answer all too well and you knew you were just asking for more pain. You knew it, because the first thing he'd do since getting here - was redirecting his attention to anything and everything that wasn't you.

"Do you really want an answer to that?" You stay silent for a moment, like a domino effect all the words get stuck in your throat and your breath hitches, the pain that flashes in your eyes and the sharp pang reverberating in your chest at the silent answer you knew all to well - But you wanted him to say it. you just hoped, perhaps..

But it was all in vain. Why were you just wasting your time with someone who never even wished to be here?

The fickle confidence that you gathered through the months he left you alone with your thoughts and this withering relationship, for the words to end it all - shatters in the palm of his hands like a fleeting breeze.

Right. Why would you ever work out?

He was always the sun, and you were the never changing moon.

Like the cycle, your relationship goes out like a dim flame of the sun setting upon the horizon.

Ironic that the sun really was setting at this moment and you smile up at him - one that doesn't reach your eyes, 

"The sunset looks beautiful, doesn't it?"

There wasn't any hope, its for the better for us both.

[fbpsdumbtklblog]

the world needs more lightbrush fics so i made another one for yall :] (saying that as if this wasnt purely self-indulgent lol)

put this one on ao3 too!

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A Fun Discovery

(HOW TF DO YOU NAME FICS LMAO)

post s3/2 ii tickle fic

lee: paintbrush

ler: lightbulb

summary: paintbrush realizes they dont even know if theyre ticklish or not, and lightbulb helps them find out

word count: 605

“..And so we’re all just sitting by the beach right,” Paintbrush explained, grabbing their drink from the bedside table. “Bot and Goo start having a tickle fight, but none of us are paying that much attention to them.” They took a sip of their drink before continuing.

“And then for some reason Silver just starts sayin’ like- ‘Ohh I bet Painty’s so ticklish!’. And then I just kinda look at him weird, y’know cuz why would he say that?”

Lightbulb laughed a bit in response. “Well are you?”

“Hm?”

“Are you ticklish?”

“Uhhhh…” Paintbrush set their cup back down, resting their cheek in their palm as they thought over the question. “I don't.. Think so?”

Lightbulb raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Wait really? Not even a little bit??”

Paintbrush shrugged. “I dunno- I guess I could be? Kinda doubt it tho”

“No wayy, you? Not ticklish? I ain’t buyin’ it.” Lightbulb stated.

Paintbrush snickered a little, tilting their head to the side. “Pff- What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seem like you would be !” Lightbulb responded. An idea suddenly popped into her head. “..Can I test it?”

Paintbrush paused for a moment, a little surprised at the bluntness of her question. “Uhh… I guess so? Sure?” They agreed, an awkward smile on their face.

Lightbulb’s expression lit up as she was actually given permission, immediately scooting closer to Paintbrush. “Alrighty, let’s see here..” She lifted their arm up and began poking around at their stomach.

Paintbrush flinched and let out a loud squeak as soon as Lightbulb’s hand made contact, reflexively smacking her hand away. The two of them froze for a moment, both surprised by the reaction. A huge grin slowly formed on Lightbulb’s face at this new discovery. “Oh!! So you are!”

“..Uhh-” Paintbrush glanced away, feeling their face heating up. They barely had time to respond before Lightbulb continued tickling them, lightly scribbling her fingers over their sides. “W-Wait! Lightbulb!” Paintbrush blurted out as they fell into a fit of squeaks and laughter.

“I was right!” Lightbulb exclaimed, laughing with them. She shifted to be more on top of them, aimlessly poking and scribbling all over their torso. Paintbrush buried their face in their hands and started kicking their legs against the bed. They could barely form a coherent thought in that moment, let alone say anything- They had never been tickled before! How were they even supposed to react?

Lightbulb smiled brightly as she listened to Paintbrush’s loud and hiccupy laughter, the sound alone filling her with joy. “Omga, you’re even more ticklish than I thought you’d be!”

Paintbrush melted a little at her touch, sinking down into the bed. They were kinda paralyzed there for a few moments before moving a hand down to push Lightbulb’s away.

Lightbulb chuckled fondly at them, deciding to go ahead and let them go. She pulled her hands away from Paintbrush, moving back to where she’d been sitting previously. She smirked down at them as she watched them try to regain their composure. Paintbrush laid there breathing heavily, a huge wobbly smile on their face. “What the fuck..” They mumbled as they pushed themself back upwards.

“Sooo, how was that?” Lightbulb asked them teasingly. Paintbrush held their cheek in their palm, too embarrassed to look at her. “Ah- It.. it was…. Nice..? I guess..?” They responded quietly.

Lightbulb smiled more at that, feeling super happy that they’d been enjoying themself there. Paintbrush grabbed their drink and took a few more sips, taking a few moments to recover.

“..I’m just kind of upset that Silver was right.” Paintbrush stated, causing Lightbulb to burst out laughing.

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doodle :D

[goldensunsetchild]

♱ Odd Eye ♱ | SAGAU fanfiction|

[CW: SAGAU, cult themes, violence, imposter!creator, isekai'd reader, fem! reader. A little self indulgent. It might contain lore hypothesis as well.]

Word count: 2.5k

Author's note: please keep in mind that english is not my first language and that there may be some mistakes. I do hope that the story is coherent enough 😅.

It only took me some minutes before I could see Decarabian's tower and honestly, seeing it right before me and not behind a screen made me feel overwhelmed. Maybe it's because of all the elemental energy that flows in this place or maybe because of how big it really looked like... even if it was in such a bad state and almost crumbling, it has been there even after twenty-six hundred years. The wind helped me land on the tower's last floor and as I placed my feet on the ground, I paralyzed upon seeing the figure of someone else in there. Are they going to hurt me too?

"It took you so long to get here that I have started to wonder whenever l would be able to see you. Your Grace."

I... I recognize that voice.

"Tone-deaf bard!... I mean."

I coughed before correcting myself

"Venti. Are you here to hunt me as well?"

His turquoise eyes glanced up at me with confusion.

"Why would I do that, Your Grace? Only a blind fool would not recognize you. I waited a long time for the day you would return to us."

He... waited a long time? What does that mean? He is saying it as if I have actually been here before. I decided to take a seat down on the floor while my brain started to process the information Venti has just told me. If it's like he says, then could that mean that maybe I did used to be a deity here on Teyvat but then for some unknown reason when I ended up in Earth I "reincarnated" there and probably lost not only my memories from this world but also my powers. But wait a minute, if they are addressing me as the creator.. does that mean that I'm the usurper king? Am I really Phanes? I don't understand though I feel like there's information missing.

"Venti, are you completely sure I'm the creator?"

I asked giving him a serious glance.

"Of course you are, Your Grace."

He answered as if that was the dumbest thing to ask. Then I got up from my seat and grabbed him by his shoulders.

"Then... he... he probably hates me."

I whined in a sad voice. And Venti looked at me perplexed.

"He? Who would be such an idiot as to hate you, Your Grace?"

He asked but I didn't answer and I laid down on the floor. My hydro dragon, I'm not going to be able to stand it if he glances at me with hatered on his eyes so I sighed with resignation for I knew that even if I wanted to I didn't have the talent to convince him to not to hate me. Then I got seated back on the floor, I glanced at Venti and spoke.

"Do you have memories of the past? You know, from before I left this world."

I asked and he nodded.

"Of course I have, Your Grace. From back then when I was but a mere wisp of wind and went always following you around."

He said with a smile seeming to reminiscing about his past memories.

"Right, you didn't have a human body back then. Following what you say that I'm truly the creator of Teyvat, then I suppose I was the one to create you. Though I have the feeling that probably was out of pure boredom."

I said and Venti gasped.

"Your Grace, back then you also said something like that. That you only created me out of pure boredom."

Upon hearing that I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Venti looked at me rather confused.

"What's so amusing, Your Grace?"

He asked and after calming down I spoke.

"I apologize, it's just that I find rather amusing the fact that I have stayed almost the same in terms of personality."

Venti's eyes sparkled upon hearing that.

"Is that so? Then, then! What if instead to go and flirt with Morax, you flirt with me instead?"

He asked causing me to almost drown when I breathed in heavily. He immediately brought me some water upon seeing me cough so much, after calming down I glanced at him in disbelief.

"I-I used to flirt with Morax?"

I asked to him and he nodded. Damnit, even back then I was already down bad for Zhongli.

"I... I see. It seems that I had a really good taste in men."

I admitted and he pouted.

"You still like him?! Your Grace, how can you still like that old man? I'm much better than him!"

He said like a child throwing a tantrum. I cleared my throat.

"Let's leave this discussion for another time, could you please enlighten me more about the past?"

I asked and even if he was not that pleased with the sudden change in topic, he still obliged and started to tell me more of the old times. I stayed silent only listening to what he was saying as missing any piece of information would be bad for me, I needed to gather even the smallest of the details in order to process everything and reach out a conclusion. Once he finished I glanced at the sky and noticed it was getting dark already so it would probably be best for him to return to Mondstadt.

"Venti, you should go back. It's getting dark."

I uttered and he glanced at me.

"What? But I was thinking in staying to make you company."

He answered, it was clear that he indeed wanted to stay but.

"You can't stay with me. To the knights and the people of Mondstadt I'm but an imposter, I know that you currently live under the identity of Venti the Bard. And that's more of a reason for you to return, the people are going to start to think you are a traitor if you hangout too much with me."

I spoke and by the look on his face it was more than clear that he understood what I said. After he finally left, I sat down on the floor again and my brain started to go through all of the new information I got all over again. Even after arriving in Teyvat for some reason I've felt that I do belong here but shouldn't I be having back my memories by just steeping on this world? It's as if my connection with this world is being distorted by something... or someone.

I closed my eyes with the intention of meditating, maybe I'm missing a detail so if I concentrate I might be able to grasp it even a little. The night has already fallen so everything at Dvalin's lair was silent, of course with the exception of the sound of the wind hollowing through the cracks of Decarabian's tower. My mind soon started to get focused on the information I've gathered so far, recalling even Venti's stories about the past then suddenly I started to hear whispering voices.

There were a lot of them and I couldn't really understand what there were saying at all, so I tried my best to focus to see if I could maybe get a new clue... a word I could recognize.

"...Sä..."

...

"...Säk'..."

...

"¡Säk'mi!"

I opened my eyes startled, my heart rate had  increased suddenly and my breathing was erratic. So I started to take deep breaths to calm down, I didn't know why but for some reason that word... or maybe it's was a name... either way, it felt way too familiar. I was really curious and want to investigate about it but at the same time there was this feeling in my gut that was telling me that I shouldn't dig into it, at least not yet. Since I wasn't really sleepy at all I glanced over the distance and noticed a small white finch that stood over one of the many broken bricks of Decarabian's tower, I smiled and closed my eyes for bit focusing on the image of the small bird and to my surprise I did started to see something.

At first the image was blurry but after a few moments it became more clear... wait... Isn't that me seated in the distance? Why am I seeing myself? Upon opening my eyes everything went back to normal, could it be... an ability to share senses with animals? Just how far away my reach works? To answer that question I closed my eyes once more and visualized one of the cats that was always outside of the Cat Tail's tavern and sooner my vision got adapted just like with the finch. As I suspected I indeed could see what the cat sees and not only that, upon paying enough attention I started to hear noises and voices as well.

If I concentrate enough, could I be able to mind swap with the cat just like Nahida did once with the Traveler? I focused and soon it happened, I moved the cat's body around for a bit when in the distance I noticed that Venti had finally returnned to the city and that he was heading towards the direction of the Angel's Share, so I decided to follow him careful of not getting too close if I didn't want to trigger his allergy. After finally getting inside of the tabern I hid under one of the tables and watched Venti sat down on a chair of the tavern's counter and to my surprise Diluc was there cleaning up some glasses. It seemed he immediately noticed that Venti was there for he started to spoke.

"You went to see her, don't you?"

He asked. "Her?" he... he isn't talking about me right?

"I'm sorry. I don't know who you are talking about Master Diluc. Do you have Dandelion wine?"

Venti asked trying to avoid the talk. Nice cover, Venti.

"If you tell me how is she I'll give you a cup for free."

Diluc said and I saw how Venti's ears perked up. No, don't fall for that!

"In exchange for a bottle. I'll tell you anything you want to know about her."

Venti haggled with a smile. Nooo!!! Tone-deaf bard, you traitor!

"Fine, I'll give you the bottle. Where is she right now?"

Diluc asked. Wait... He really accepted Venti's proposal? No way.

"On Stromterror's lair."

Venti answered. I want to punch him right now, why is he selling my hide out to Mondstadt's Dark Night Hero? And by a mere bottle of Dandelion wine!!!

"Is she injured?"

Diluc asked another question. I glanced at his direction completely flabbergasted. I didn't heard wrong right? He asked if I was injured right?

"She is perfectly fine, with no scratch at all."

Venti answered and Diluc sighed in relief. Why is he sighing in relief??? Then I heard Venti ask him something.

"How come you know it's her and not an imposter like the Knights of Favonius and the rest of Mondstadt?"

Diluc glanced at Venti staying quiet for a moment, I actually want to know that as well. After some time he spoke again.

"Starchaser has been glowing ever since she arrived, unlike with the other one that descended before. Now it seems to want to be on hands of it's rightful owner."

Diluc answers. Starchaser? What's that and why it started glowing ever since I came here?

"Wait, you are telling me that you found the whereabouts of Her Grace's divine weapon?"

Venti asked him and I saw how Diluc nodded. Ohhh, so it's a divine weapon. Then is it something like Zeus's master bolt? Like Thor's Mjölnir? I remember that in almost all mythologies the god's always had a divine weapon. Hades with his helm of darkness, Poseidon had his trident, Odin had Gungnir that was a spear, Hǫfuð the sword of Heimdallr, Sudarshana Chakra the discus of Vishnu and I think Shiva had a trident as well and it's name was Trishula.

"I kept it a secret since anyways no mortal could lay a hand upon it, at least not without getting pulverized."

Diluc said with complete honesty. Well like  mentioned in all mythologies as well, no mortal can touch a divine weapon without dying in the process. He then proceeded to ask Venti another question.

"Do you think she will be willing to meet with me so I can lead her to the location of her divine weapon?"

As I understood so far, it seems that Diluc understands that the "worshipped creator" it's not actually the creator and not only that but he hasn't even told to the Knights that he found their creator's divine weapon. Though I think I know why he has kept silent about it, like in the game, he does not trust the Knights and he prefers to handle things alone like he has always done before. But... can I really trust that he doesn't mean any harm to me? From what I have seen so far, people here behave like in the fanfictions I used to read about the imposter alternative universe. Blinded acolytes who would kill anyone who tried to impersonate their divine creator, that's actually one of the reasons why I hate religion and the church so much... because they always do bad things but they back themselves saying that is all in the name of their god.

"I could try to ask her tomorrow, let me convince her first that you don't suppose a threat to her and if she accepts then I'll introduce her myself to you."

Venti answered after a long silence. I then decided to go back to my body after leading the cat's body out of the tavern, after opening my eyes I was still on the last floor of Decarabian's tower so I sighed in relief. So I laid down on the floor and glanced up at the roof that was as just in a bad state as the rest of the tower. If it really turns out that Diluc is a potential ally then I might be able to survive a little until I can set up a plan before leaving Mondstadt, though it's not going to be easy since I don't know what the other characters and vision holders think about me or if they are aware like Diluc that the current creator is not actually their creator at all.

I let out a loud sigh before closing my eyes, just having to think all the things I would need to do tomorrow is already giving me a headache so let's just sleep for now. Let's just hope that the temperature does not get too cold, ahhh...  maybe I should have asked Venti to fetch me a blanket. Anyways let's try to sleep and do the brain work tomorrow for right now I'm really tired, I also hope that Diluc can really become in my new ally so I can get to eat food for I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. So, it would be really ideal if everything could go just a little bit well.

To be continued

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Elden Ring OC smut part 2

Knight Grimin (OC) and Queen reader

Warnings: explicit scenes and language, mentions of breeding, a little blood play, belly bulge, very self indulgent

A/N: I've been fantasizing about my big man elden ring character fucking me out in the woods of the lands between BUT I modified it a bit to make it more cohesive (and to save my sanity)

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Despite not having any patience to take pleasure for himself, he wasted no time maneuvering you up a little against the pillows so he could get down between your legs, his nose nudging your aching clit and his tongue laving out to taste your slick. 

A squealing groan escaped you as he buried his face in, his breath coming out in huffs through his nose as his tongue had your eyes crossing. Feeling the wet muscle circling your clit before dipping down to plunge in again and again, making your toes curl and eyes roll back in your head as your leg tensed over his shoulder. Pure ecstasy warmed down your spine as you again reached closer to your peak.

“Pl-Please Grimin,” you panted, your fingers slipping through his soft maroon hair as he moved from your grip.

“Please what love?” He asked, his voice rough as he returned to suckling on your clit. 

“Let me cum- please” you begged, tears springing to your eyes as you bucked your hips against his face. He hummed knowingly, a soft upturn to lips showing that he just wanted you to admit it. 

You nearly shrieked as he stuffed his finger back inside, lips sealing around the aching bud of your clit as his finger began to curl and rub the soft spot that had your legs shaking. 

His name left your lips on a wanton but quiet moan, allowing your pleasure to be just for the two of you and not whoever might be lurking in the halls outside. 

“That's my good girl,” he groaned, finally pulling away with a chuckle as you pushed his face, his chin and lower jaw soaking with you. 

Your arms went around his neck again, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as you pulled him down to slip your tongue past his lips again, tasting yourself lingering on his tastebuds. It felt so right having his hands on you, the roughness of his callused fingers and the edges of ragged scars warming your goosebumped skin as he seemed to feel every inch of bared flesh, finally settling on your waist with his thumbs softly touching your stomach. 

Grimin pulled away for a moment, his hair messy and golden eyes wild, his pupils so expanded they were almost reflective in the dim room. 

“This might hurt a bit,” he admitted, your body jumping as he lined himself up with your entrance, the burning head of his cock seeming so much more intimidating now, “just breathe through it”. 

He pressed his lips against yours and swallowed your scream as he pushed in, the first few inches taking your breath away. 

It burned in such a good way you felt drool against the corner of your lips, your body still sore from your wedding night but willingly and gratefully accepting the stretch of him. 

He wanted so badly to suck a bruise against your throat, dig his teeth in and mark you all for himself. 

“Squeezing me tight, princess,” Grimin growled, biting back a moan as your walls squeezed around him. 

“You're so deep- fuck” you moaned, one hand clawing down his chest as he shifted his hips, practically churning your guts. 

“such filthy words on such sacred lips” he purred, sitting up between your legs to see the soft bulge of him in your abdomen. 

His fingers traced up to just below your belly button, pushing gently as your back arched. 

“Grim”, the gasp of his affectionate nickname had his heart thumping. 

“Is it too much princess?” He asked, voice deep and soft like velvet as he leaned in to capture your nipple in his mouth.

Your reply was strained from the overwhelming pleasure buzzing through every nerve, “pl-please move, I can take it”. 

Grimin groaned heavily against your breast, the sound warm and rumbling.

Without another word he began pulling his hips back, waiting only a breath before bullying himself back in. An unintelligible cry rushed from your chest as he sank in deep, cock kissing your cervix when he was full sheathed in your warm body. 

You were thankful for the wetness dripping down to soak against the sheets, not entirely sure if you'd be able to handle the intrusion without it. 

As your eyes opened and looked up at the massive man between your legs, you could see flecks of blood on lip. You dragged him down to you by the shoulder, thumb tracing his lips and smearing the blood. He thrust a little harder into you when your tongue slipped out to taste the blood from his lip, a ragged moan huffing out against your mouth. 

“You know not to bite your lip” you chided him, a scorching blush reddening his cheeks and nose bridge. 

“Can't help it,” he grunted, squeezing your thighs in his hands, “feel too good”. You squealed as he gripped you and leaned back, positioning your knees on either side of his lap. You were unsure what to do until his hands began to move you up and down, your walls sucking him back into the hilt every time he moved you up. 

“That's right, just use me” He murmured against your throat as you put your hands on his shoulders, your hips beginning to move on their own as the ecstasy grew. The feeling of him plunging in at this angle felt so good, slick rolling down your thighs and beginning to coat his as you seemed to take him deeper and deeper every time you came down. 

“G-Grim I- ahh” your cry ended in a breathy whine, your belly almost aching with the need to cum around him. 

“Let go love” He groaned, kissing messily against your jaw at the feeling of your release. You squeezed around him so tight he thought he might be completely forced out so he locked his arms around you to keep you seated, keep you pulsing around him and squealing his name as your slick squirted out onto his thighs. You were shaking in arms as you came down, trying to catch your breath though he began moving you again, his groans huffing and coming more freely now. He was so hard inside of you that it felt like being penetrated by steel. 

“Wan’ you to cum” You whined, needly pulling his face up to yours, your kiss clashing in teeth and desperate tongues. You felt when he twitched inside of you, a deep groan spilling against your lips as he began moving your hips faster, practically yanking down onto his throbbing cock when you moved up. 

“Gotta pull out,” He growled, sounding more as if he was trying to convince himself than inform you.

“I’ll never forgive you if you do,” You replied through hitched breaths, pulling the soft maroon hairs at the base of his neck. 

Grimin smirked a little, whether it was from the pain or your words you didn’t know but the hearty groan from his chest answered you, his arms clenching tighter around you as he began thrusting up into you from below, not able to hold back anymore. 

Pure pleasure was feeling him fill you up with a filthy moan and reaching your peak at the same moment, your eyes rolling back and your body arching against his as his warmth filled you.

Grimin held you like that for a moment, his cum held safe and warm in your body as he clung to you, his lips exploring every expanse of skin he could. 

When you attempted to move, he held you fast, spinning you around to lay you flat against the mattress again. You were about to ask him what he doing until he fixed you with a look, his eyes feral as he pull his cock away to see the mixture of you and him together. “I’m not done princess, I told you I’d go easy on you” He growled pinning both your legs back in a deep mating press, “that was last time, I’m breeding you this time”.

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Prey ✧ b.bh

Pairing: Vampire!Baekhyun x human!(gn)reader Genre: angst - ? Summary: Baekhyun found himself a very willing prey, so why would he hold back? Word count: 2.1k Warning: blood, biting, mentions of death A/N: this is not what i wanted to write today, and it's not what i wanted to write when i started writing it and it's much longer and i blame exactly one (1) person for this thing bcs they infected me with vampire thirst and their stupid meme was the last drop </3

“Oh you wanna kiss me so bad,” you purr against his ear. You’re already breathing heavily, your heart beating in your chest at a frenzied pace. You pull at his hair, fingers tangling into the mess just so you feel something real in your grasp. If you don’t do something, you’ll lose your mind. Your body’s screaming at you to move, to run, but you can’t when there’s a beast pinning you to the wall.

There’s no way to ease the rush, or to persuade your body you’re not dying tonight - perhaps. If you’ll behave. Truth to be told, you wouldn’t want to run or feel safe even if you could. It’s too addictive, the feeling of blood rushing through your veins, your heart thumping like a rabbit’s caught in a hawk’s claws. 

Baekhyun can hear it, he can smell it, as his little prey trembles in his hold in nothing but excitement that is not shared by your instincts. It makes his own so strong the world fades away as hunger takes over. You’re such a good prey. So afraid and so eager you all but put yourself into his lap, let him back you into a corner and he’s sure you’ll let him eat you up without fussing too. He can tell all warmth drains from your fingertips as his fans scratch up the column of your neck. His sharp senses only follow your blood - its warmth, its iron-y scent, the flow of it through your body. The artery right beneath his teeth is threatening to burst, so juicy and so full his body almost does something so human like salivating. 

“Kissing you is the last thing I wanna do,” he finally responds but his tongue feels heavy and he drags it right over your pulse point, his body jolting in pleasure. You moan though your lips are pressed tightly together and it sounds almost as sweet as your heartbeat. The pain as you pull harder on his hair is sweeter. It’s so cute how desperately your mind is trying to anchor itself and brace itself against the terror of what it thinks is approaching death. Fortunately for you, Baekhyun likes to deny himself the pleasure as much as he likes to indulge, and he lets you pull his head away from your neck.

He responds to your desperate kisses lazily. His hands stroke up and down your sides, already caressing the bare skin under your shirt. You’re so full of life. He wants to take a little for himself. Yet you’re so greedy - hands grabbing at his collar, pulling him closer, clawing at him to rile him up or maybe in a poor and unwilling attempt at self-defense. Your teeth pulling on his lip and your sultry gaze are the last drop.

You gasp when he slams you against the wall, his body truly pinning you against the surface and his nails turning into claws that dig into your skin until it barely doesn’t break. It’s hard to breathe with the pressure of his body on yours. Your excitement grows and your fear spikes, but that’s alright. You can feel his excitement too. His pupils are blown wide and boring into yours. It’s an action guided purely by nature that you try to avoid the predatory gaze even as his breath mixes with yours and there’s nowhere else to look but the beast. 

“Afraid yet, little human?” he whispers softly. It’s quiet enough that you can imagine he sounds concerned. Your mouth is too dry to speak, your throat too constricted and he’s not even choking you. His teeth, glistening in the moonlight coming in through the window, are still far from your flesh and blood. Your hands fall to hang limply by your body, the energy to fight leaves you and flight is not an option, yet your body is stuck in survival mode, helpless and shaking, and your eyes are getting teary. You’re such a good prey for him. “Will you beg for it?”

You take in a shaky breath but you can’t speak. Your mind blanks out when he dips his head and kisses the corner of your lips. Your jaw is next, he makes a tender path to where it meets your neck. He hovers without touching you, and you squirm against his body, the last spasms of a dying victim that are fruitless and only rouse the predator’s drive.

Your life flashes before your eyes. Shards of memories long forgotten - the same paralysis taking hold of your body the first time you heard a tiger’s roar, the same submission forced by instinct when you were forced into a corner with no means of standing up for yourself, and the state of being hyper aware of the blood rushing through your body when you met his hungry gaze for the first time.

His fangs are sharp enough that the pain comes later than the actual bite. You feel it like a blade slicing through the skin on your shoulder. He’s playing with you, and the tears pool in your eyes to the brim. You hear a gasp and realize that it’s you making the sound. Your muscles are drawn taut with tension, and it makes the next incision easy for him. Hissing, you feel the drops of blood dotting your skin. You’re more than familiar with his games, you know the cuts will heal quickly, leaving only faint scars behind. He’s just playing with his food until he’s not.

It’s different today. He’s impatient. You feel it in the way his claws already break skin and blood rises to the surface. Those won’t bleed much, merely leaving behind a bloody crust on his claws and uncomfortable little scratches that you’ll feel on your ribs every time you lay on your side.

Meanwhile his teeth nibble on the flesh of your neck and where he nibbles, he devours. You whimper, your hands curl into fist and your nails dig into your palm. You can’t do anything but let the pain wash over you. It’s only a little bite. Nothing more than an appetizer. Just a bit of flesh you don’t need and your body won’t miss. More blood than flesh, juicy and so fun to chew that it makes him shiver in excitement before he attacks your neck again. He’s just scraping you with his teeth a bit. Where’s the harm in that? It surely doesn’t hurt that much. Flesh won’t satisfy him, it won’t sooth the thirst clawing at his throat, but the pulpy addition to the liquid he needs is kind of fun.

The vibrations of Bakehyun’s satisfied hums and purrs tickle through your frozen state. The tears have long spilled and you’re biting your lip hard to stop yourself from crying out. Your neck is sensitive and tender from only just healing from your last encounter with the vampire. You won’t stand it for long, seeing as your hand already sought out his arms to grip onto. You close your eyes tight and try to get control of your breathing. You want to feel all of it. You don’t want to escape. Resisting instinct feels like overcoming death and you’re addicted to the high that follows. 

He could shred your throat to pieces with his fangs alone but he’s just toying with you, leaving pretty little bloody lines that tempt him. His lips are bloody, his cheeks and chin and nose. He’s always been a messy eater when allowed to indulge. His throat burns, the void where his stomach used to be threatens to swallow him from the inside unless he quenches the thirst.

And then it comes.

“Please,” a faint plea, a cry, a sniffle from a pathetic little human that is offering a body much weaker than his own for him to use as he pleases, “Please drink from me.”

He feels your flesh splinter like wood when he bites where he littered your throat with his precise little bites and cuts and his eyes roll back as fresh blood fills his mouth. Distantly, he hears you scream so he presses himself firmer against you so you can’t breathe. He feels your blood drip in thick drops from his chin and down his neck. The metallic taste fills his soul with peace and soothes his aches. The iron tastes just like salvation. He keeps sucking out more of your blood and gulps it down eagerly. He can hear your heart beating, desperately trying to make for the lack of liquid it’s supposed to provide to your oxygen-starved body. He can feel you struggling, whimpering so weakly a human could not notice the sound.

He’s starving, famished, despite feeding not too long ago. Just a little taste and now he can’t get enough. You knew what you were getting into when you invited him to your home. Stretching, baring your neck for him to see. You wanted to get eaten. This once the blame is all yours. He licks the bites only to sink his teeth in again, to draw more pained sounds that soon die in your throat. He should let you go. He’s had enough to live without thirst. Now it’s just a decadent feast. Your thick blood pours down his throat and it’s a caress of angel’s wings. Just him and his good prey and the delicious blood. A heaven he has to let go.

Not yet, the vampire thinks as he licks his lips and the wound he left behind, he still needs more. He bites down again, lower, but close enough to let his teeth sink through the cracks in your flesh he made. You can’t scream anymore, choking on nothing as you try to breathe hopelessly, your body so weak as to be almost lifeless. It feels like your strength flows directly into him where his powers amplify it just to cause you more harm. The last of your tears spill from your eyes, and when you can no longer hold onto life and the world around you and your mind starts shutting down, you feel him lap at your neck.

The coagulated blood creates bumps that are a funny texture under his tongue, but that’s what he gets for getting carried away. You’re barely conscious - perhaps barely alive? He thinks for a moment, but your heart beats on, determined to make up for its failure to keep your body strong that is not its own fault. Still, you’re weak and fragile, and Baekhyun is grateful for how good a prey you were, and so he holds you still with all the tenderness he can muster when he’s at his strongest. He finishes his work with a kiss, and he hopes you felt it before you collapsed. 

He should leave soon, before the dawn comes. You must be used to being left on the spot his kind fed from you. But seeing how pale you’ve become, and sucking the residue of your blood off his teeth, he’s overcome by genuine fondness. He sighs, collecting you in his arms. He carries you to bed and sets you down gently, cocooning you in blankets because he knows your body will struggle to produce warmth. He brings you water and some food, though he isn’t entirely sure if it’s ready to eat. Oh how simple his life is in regards to feeding.

His thirst satisfied and a favor done, he really needs to leave. You didn’t ask him to stay, nobody ever does. He doesn’t like to feel unwelcome, though he has a feeling that should you wake up with him in your bed, you wouldn’t entirely mind. He checks the sky outside. It’s still dark, but his body tells him he needs to get a move on to return to his own home safely. But then he hears your teeth chatter with cold, he sees you shiver even as you’re wrapped in all the warm and fluffy blankets he could find.

You were the perfect prey for him.

He should reward you after he took what he desired.

It feels like he’s disconnected from his body as he slips under the covers and maneuvers you to his chest. He knows he’s almost as warm as a human should be right after feeding, but he isn’t prepared to feel how cold you really are when you curl into him. Baekhyun sighs and pets your head. He doesn’t need sleep, his body won’t allow it either, but this sensation isn’t all that bad. He’ll allow himself to analyze it while you rest.

Soon he’ll seek out a new human to feed on, but tonight he’s happy to see his prey live on.

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Angel Eyes, Cold Heart

A fic in which you face the music after sleeping with your local priest

↳ Nicholas D. Wolfwood/M!Reader

content warning. amab reader, profanity, so much religion, religious guilt, mention of alcohol, hangover, smoking, blood, angst, anal fingering, anal sex, spit kink if you squint(we call that the eden special), creampie, soft wolfwood makes me weak in the knees

This is a purely self-indulgent fic. Please note that even though this is a reader insert, this isn’t my usual vague reader insert. This reader is heavily based off of me and my own experiences. If the idea of any of these content warnings make you uncomfortable or are off putting, I suggest checking out a different fic. 

minors DNI

A continuation of Reach Out and Touch Faith. Part 2/2 (Part 1)

8.5k words

Red, yellow, and blue light glowed, blinding you and blurring your vision, rendering you completely incapable of differentiating the vaguely human shaped blobs in front of you. Wiping your hands down your face, scrubbing at your eyes, you squinted and blinked, desperate to get some semblance of sight to ground yourself before you began to panic, heart racing and breathing quick. One of the blobs stepped forward, and it was as if it had walked through a filter, the closer they got the clearer they became, behind them the others followed. The tall, tanned man you had grown to know a little too well became clear, looking down at you with molten disdain, contempt, a disgusted scrunch of his nose as he stood, body unmoving. His lips were moving, but you couldn't hear what he was saying, too focused on the amount of people coming into view, surrounding you in a circle. No, it wasn't that you were distracted, there was nothing. No noise, no sound, they all spoke but you were deaf to their words. Desperately, you lunged forwards, grabbing at the apparition in front of you, only for everything to fade away, dissipate like smoke. You began to cry, looking around frantically for anything, anyone, and upon finding nothing but seemingly endless nothingness, tears falling as you cried, begged, pleaded, only for no sound to come out.

Upon sinking to your knees, screaming in the silence, gaping for air, your eyes shot open with a gasp. Above you was an unfamiliar ornate wooden ceiling, shining colors from the stained glass window behind and above you stretching and cascading down your body. The first thing you registered was the pattering of rain against a window, the second was your absolutely raging headache, and had you not dealt with copious hangovers before you would assume your brain was melting out of your ears. With a shaky breath, you lifted your hands, placing them over your ears, then pulling them away, testing your auditory capabilities. A dream, it was a dream. A deep breath in, and a deep breath out, you reached up, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes and rubbing. It had been a while since you had such a vivid dream, you were still able to see the unadulterated disgust behind his gaze. Clenching your jaw, you vaguely recalled the happenings of the previous night, fingertips feeling the cotton gauze pad taped on the bridge of your nose.

Wolfwood had rejected your advances. You don't know why you did what you did, you expected that to be his reaction, considering he was so adamant on barely having anything to do with you, and you him, after you had initially slept together. He kissed you back, tongue down your throat, leaning you back against the couch. When he nestled himself between your thighs, you were convinced maybe he was just as desperate for you as you were for him, the roll of his hips against your inner thigh proving that he wanted something more. Just as you had reached past the waistband down the front of his pants, grazing your fingers against his cock, he was snatching up your wrist, pulling your hand away. He parted from your lips, a string of spit connecting you for a moment longer before it snapped, dropping to your glossy lower lip. You were confused, asking him what was wrong, asking if you were the problem, but all he said was I can't do this with you. You didn't think you could get punched by any more psychological damage on the issue, considering you had gone through most of the motions of grief over your first mistake by this point, but the pang in your chest and lump in your throat proved you wrong. He was courteous enough to walk you back to the room, but he never walked past the threshold of the door, simply standing in place and watching until you closed yourself in, opting to ignore your pitiful sorrows by curling up and going to sleep.

Considering the light streaming through the window was minimal, you let yourself relax a little before braving a look at the time, whether that was from the copious amounts of rain clouds or it being too early for the sun to even comprehend coming out, you couldn't tell. With the realization of fuck it's cloudy, you shot up into a sitting position, turning your wrist to look down at the time on your watch. 9:42 AM.

You've got to be fucked.

Scrambling to get your bearings, you launched yourself off of the bed, foot getting caught on the blankets and sending you tumbling to the floor. The weight of your body slamming into hardwood made the room shake, but you didn't have the time to be phased by it. That goddamn priest told you he was going to take you to work in the morning, maybe it was your fault he didn't bother because you had stupidly tried to sleep with him again. You couldn't even be mad at anyone but yourself if that was the case. With a groan, you pushed yourself up off the floor, flinging audible curses at the piece of thick fabric that tripped you as you picked yourself up and snatched your phone off the side table- had you left it there last night? Stuffing it into your pocket and completely ignoring the pills and tall glass of water sitting so nicely for you on the side table, you jogged to the door, hand fumbling with the knob before flinging yourself into the hallway. Coming to a skidding halt at the tall, broad chest blocking your path, a mug filled with coffee in one hand and a pill bottle in the other. You had to stop bumping into him like this.

Lips parted, you looked up at him, seeing the confused arch of his brow. It made you so unreasonably angry seeing him so nonchalant, unbothered, acting like nothing happened when everything was fucking wrong, everything was crumbling around you and he just acted like nothing was out of place. But to him, everything was fine, wasn't it? You were the mess, you were the walking train wreck, but it could still aggravate you that his world kept turning, his days continued. You had so many things to ask him lodged in the back of your throat.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Why did you pick me up from the bar?

How did you find me?

Why doesn't any of this bother you as much as it bothers me?

A small noise left your throat, the starting of a sentence that most likely would've made less than zero sense considering you could barely think without your brain throbbing and threatening to explode, but you were interrupted by a hot mug of coffee being pushed into your chest. Gentle enough that it didn't spill, but hard enough that it had you taking a quick step back. Growing more visibly confused as he continued to stand in your way, unmoving, offering you a lifeline to help stave off your raging hangover with no concern to the outside world. Finally you found your voice, but it came out scratchy and hoarse, and only managed to push out one syllable. "What...?"

"Called in for you. Knew you wouldn't be fit to work today," Wolfwood explained, as if it made complete sense that he knew exactly where you worked and who to talk to to call in for you. It only served to confuse you more, even more questions popping up in the back of your mind as your hands clasped around the hot mug. "You look like shit."

"Thanks, I feel like shit." You grumbled, frowning down at the pitch black liquid in your grip. "Probably the worst hangover I've had."

"Might have something to do with trying to open doors with your face, unless you do that often," Wolfwood jibed, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder up against the wall. You huffed a sardonic laugh and shook your head, wincing at the sharp throb in your frontal lobe. Once you finally willed yourself to look back up at him, you noted the frown on his face and the way he bit the inside of his cheek.

An unwilling staring contest, both of you waiting for the other to say something. After some time, you took a sip of the coffee graciously given to you, and came to the conclusion you weren't going to get any answers out of him if you didn't ask questions. Briefly you wondered if his don't ask don't tell personality was a priest thing, or something just Wolfwood. You decided to break the silence, clearing your throat and asking a hesitant, "Can we...?" You nudged your head in the direction of his kitchen, "Sit down and talk, maybe?"

With a nod, Wolfwood took lead and walked down the hall, around a corner, through an arch, and pulled one of two chairs out from his minimalistic dining table, if it could even be considered that. You pursed your lips, watching him take his seat, before sitting across from him, resting your cup down on the pale wooden surface. You weren't sure where to start, what questions to ask first, your scrambled thoughts quickly coming to a stop when the pill bottle he had in his hand was tapped down on the table and slid in your direction. Muttering a quiet thanks, you popped the cap, shaking out maybe one or two more than necessary and tossing them in your mouth, regrettably washing them down with the bitter coffee hotter than the deepest pits of Hell. Wincing again, you saw Wolfwood reach down in your peripherals, the shake of a small box urging you to look up and watch as he placed a cigarette between his lips, placing the pack on the table before sparking his lighter to life. He paused, the flame flickering and swaying just inches away from his cigarette as he eyed you up and down. A small smile pulled at the corner of your lips when he slid the mostly empty pack in your direction inquisitively, earning a shake of your head and a raised palm. He hummed, shrugging his shoulders as he lit the cherry at the end, clicking the cap of his zippo back into place.

The smile curling at the edge of your lips quickly fell again upon realizing you would have to voice your worries and concerns sooner rather than later, swallowing the lump forming in your throat and looking back down at your coffee. "I... I'm... Not really sure where to start," You breathed a laugh, mostly just from the nerves. "I don't know what to say."

"Take your time," Wolfwood assured, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Got all day."

The thought of having to spend all day in this communicative limbo made you want to vomit. Or maybe it was the hangover. Could be both.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips, propping your elbows up on the table and resting your palms over your face, rubbing. "I guess first thing is first, just because I'm genuinely curious, how the fuck did you call in for me?"

"Charged your phone, went through it. Found your boss' contact."

Pulling your head back from your hands, you stared at him incredulously. "You- what? There's a passcode on it!"

Wolfwood snickered at this, bringing his cigarette back up to his lips and smirking at you. Okay, guess you weren't going to get any more answers in regards to that. You muttered a disingenuous insult under your breath, sipping at your coffee which had not cooled down in the slightest. "Alright, fine," You sighed, rolling your eyes and leaning back. Deliberately avoiding the elephant in the room, you asked another question that certainly wasn't as important as the one hanging off the end of your tongue, "How'd you know where to find me last night? Pretty sure I didn't tell you where I was when we were on the phone, and my mom doesn't know."

His immediate reaction told you the question made him uncomfortable, or at the very least nervous, his eyes glancing off to the side before moving back to land on you. "You want the truth, or you want some bullshit excuse like 'lucky guess'?"

Furrowing your brows at his question, you held your hands up, frowning. "The truth, obviously."

"I went looking for you."

The statement in itself was relatively innocent, making his initial question all the more suspicious. Another gesture of your hand, rolling your wrist in a circle, urging him to continue had him grumbling, his hand rubbing at the scruff on his jaw.

"I heard the music on the phone with you, so I assumed you were out. Borrowed a car from a friend 'cause the weather was shit-"

"You don't drive?" You smirked, interrupting.

"I do drive, you little shit, just not a car," Wolfwood huffed, giving you a look of warning. Holding your hands up in faux defense, he glanced off and continued. "Drove around for about an hour, checking restaurants, pubs, bars," He crossed his arms, slouching back in his seat, "Gotta hand it to you, wasn't expecting a prissy thing like you to be holed up in the shittiest dive in town. It was my last stop, the last of my ditch effort, I was expecting to come out empty-handed. Lo and behold, there you were, sat at the bar all pretty 'n tanked outta your mind."

Rolling your eyes at him again, you felt your cheeks heat up, decidedly ignoring his backhanded compliment that you were more than certain were meant to bother you. "Yeah, thanks. I do remember that much."

Everything fell quiet again as he awaited your next question, one you knew you had to ask, one you wanted to ask but dreaded the implication behind it, dreaded the answer you were going to get, dreaded the trajectory of your life after the words fell from your lips. Hands reached forwards, one over top of the other and flat against the table as you glanced at the pack of cigarettes, then down at your hands. Your brows raised when a hand came into your vision, half-burnt cigarette held between tanned fingers. Surprised by his ability to notice such a small detail, you pursed your lips in a fake smile, graciously placing it between your lips, breathing in, then handing it back just as quick. Upon exhaling, you clenched your jaw, pondering over the words rattling around inside your brain. I want to know what we are, what we were, what that was.

"So, you don't drive a car- what do priests drive?" You asked instead, putting on a teasing front and glancing up at him through your lashes. He didn't answer, only stared at you, into you, and the prospect that he knew what you wanted to say instead made you want to jump out the nearest window. Silence, only the patter of rain against the skylight echoing through the room, haunting your thoughts and making you nervous.

"That's not really what you want to ask, is it?" Wolfwood confirmed your fears, and once again you had to mentally commend him for being so perceptive, almost like he knew you better than you knew yourself. Maybe that was a priest thing, but something in the back of your mind told you that no, he really just was so in tune to you and how you were feeling. He knew exactly what you meant, even when you said the opposite, knew the words left unsaid hanging in the air were more than just simple things you didn't want to say. He seemed to recognize your continued silence as involuntary, more an inability to say the words you had on your mind than an unwillingness. So instead, he filled the silence.

"I got a question for you too," He prefaced, bringing his cigarette up to his lips and breathing in, bright red cherry flaring up before he dropped the nearly finished cigarette in an empty mug beside him. "Why'd you stop coming to your confessionals?"

All you could do was stare at him, dumbfounded, as if he had asked the most ridiculously stupid question you had the pleasure of hearing. And it was, genuinely. "You can't be serious? I think you're smart enough to put two and two together, Father."

"Just Nick is fine," He corrected you, not giving you a chance to snap some snarky reply before he continued, "Got what you wanted, didn't see a point in coming anymore, 's that it?"

"What?!" Your volume was much louder than intended, probably only hurting your own head more than anything. "The fuck do you mean I got what I wanted? You make it sound like I just fucking ghosted you after you slept with me!" Throwing your hands up, you glared into him, watching his downturned brows scrunch slightly. "This would be a lot easier if you just admit it was all a ploy to get more fucking money out of my family, if not this entire community. Oh, what a hero you would be, fixing the town pariah, converting him to a good, church-going young gentleman. The priest that could accomplish the impossible, right? This was your goal the entire time, right?"

In your heated tangent, you didn't realize you had stood, palms flat on the table as you stared down at him. You realized he wasn't going to say anything, so you scoffed, leaning back. "Real dick move. Original, I'm sure not a lot of priests have your creativity to increase their numbers, meet their fucking quota or whatever, but I'm not gonna sit here and take your bullshit laying down. You and your stupid fucking religion are morally corrupt, it's a cancer on society and I'll be damned if I sit by and watch you-"

"Can you finish your little tantrum already?"

Immediately your anger flared up, letting out a frustrated shout as you stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall. You'd find your clothes and get the fuck out of here. This was absolutely ridiculous, the fact you managed to wedge yourself in such a position made you want to scream. Barging through the door of the bathroom, you glanced around, seeing no plastic bag in sight. You grumbled, walking down the hall and into the bedroom you had resided in for the night, doing a quick sweep of the area, finding nothing. You were seconds away from saying fuck it and cabbing home shoeless in a priest's lounge clothes. Spinning on your heel, you saw Wolfwood standing in the threshold of the door, holding neatly folded clothes in one hand. Your gaze softened at the care in which your clothes seemed to be handled, and washed, only for a second before falling back into a frustrated downturn. Being raised with decent manners had you wanting to thank him, but the side of you that was just pulled along for his church propaganda was screaming for you to tell him to go fuck himself. Approaching him, you reached out, going to nab at your clothes before he was lifting them up and back, keeping them just out of your reach.

"Fuck you," You spat, reaching up and trying again to grab your clothes, only for the same thing to happen. Cursing again, louder this time, you grabbed a fist full of the front of his shirt, trying to tug him down so you could reach the fabric being held just out of your grasp. "I can not fucking believe I let you string me along for this shit. I can't believe I thought, maybe, you were a decent fucking person, and you had decent fucking morals outside your own shitty church propaganda. I almost- almost had feelings for you!" Frustrated tears stung at your eyes, finally pulling back and giving him a shove in return. He was stable, sturdy, and barely moved even when you put a decent amount of force behind it. "What the fuck do you want from me? Give me my goddamn clothes back so I can get out of here."

"I didn't want to push you away," Wolfwood spoke low, and all you could do was scoff incredulously. "I didn't. I didn't want to brush you off, but what was I supposed to do? You wanted to talk in the middle of Sunday Service, pulling me aside for privacy or not don't you think that's a little suspicious to anyone that's looking?" Lowering his hand, you were quick to act, snatching up your pants and belt, button-down falling to the floor. Wolfwood huffed a derisive laugh, catching your arm in his hand before you could bend over and pick it up. "I wanted to talk, work something out with you-"

Yanking your arm away, you scrunched your nose at him. "Eat shit, no you didn't. You had plenty of opportunities-"

"When? You stopped coming to your confessionals, which is when I was planning on mentioning something. You leave before service is over so I can't pull you aside," Wolfwood reached out again, hand encasing your wrist as you watched him.

"Then what about last night? You can't do that stuff with me, but you wanted to work something out?"

"I wasn't going to fuck you when you were drunk out of your goddamn mind!" Wolfwood raised his voice, tightening his grip on your wrist. "I wanted to, fuck- you have no idea how bad I wanted to," He lowered his voice, dropping your wrist and letting his arm swing back to his side. "But do you think I could ever fuckin' forgive myself if you didn't actually want that, if I just took advantage of the fact you were drunk and I was just there-" He bent over, picking your shirt up off the floor as you stared at him with suspicious eyes. Holding it out, you locked eyes, blinking up at him as you searched and inspected for any signs of dishonesty, almost hoping you could catch him in a lie. If he was lying, that means that none of this was your fault. If he was lying, that means you weren't the reason everything went to shit, and you wouldn't have to shoulder the guilt of putting both of you in an unnecessary and stressful situation.

His eyes were honest, though, and the realization you had been reading things wrong this entire time was a burden nearly too heavy to bear. When you made no move to grab your shirt from him, he stepped closer, placing the now disheveled material in your arms with the rest of your clothes. You took a deep breath, the exhale getting caught in your throat when two fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your head back and up at a more easily accessible angle. The pad of his thumb pressed into your bottom lip, smoothing over it, caressing a line from the corner of your mouth down to your jaw as he leaned in.

"Does the 'social pariah' wanna give the 'morally corrupt cancer on society' another shot?" Wolfwood whispered, eyes half mast as he watched you, gazed into you, gauging your reaction. It was laughable, both throwing your insults back at you in playful jest, and the fact he wasn't deterred by your lack of communicative abilities. As you nodded, he was already leaning into you, nose brushing against yours making you flinch and grimace, placing the palm of your hand over his mouth and push back slightly. He gave you an inquisitive look, almost concerned, to which you could only smile.

"Still feel like shit. Didn't really wake up under the best circumstances, didn't get to brush my teeth," You explained, to which he laughed into your palm, standing at his full height again. Grabbing at the clothes in your arms, Wolfwood tossed them on top of his dresser, grabbing you by the shoulders and ushering you out of the room and towards the bathroom. Giving you a gentle shove inside, he reached up into the wall mounted cabinet, taking out a toothbrush and toothpaste, slapping them down on the counter and leaning his shoulder up against the door frame, hands in his pockets. You laughed again at his eagerness, hand reaching out for the toothbrush before making a face.

"Is this yours?" You accused, shooting him a side glance.

"... Yes?"

"You expect me to use your tooth brush? It's already used." You huffed, mostly teasing, but the thought did make you cringe.

"Oh, that's where you draw the line?" Wolfwood jibed, reaching over your head into the cabinet again, pulling out a package. By the time he was peeling the paper backing off, you were already running his tooth brush under the tap water, squirting on a glob of toothpaste with a malevolent grin.

"Fuckin' brat," He grumbled, tossing the half opened package onto the counter as he waited for you to finish brushing your teeth. At some point it became uncomfortable, how close he was watching you, and when it came time to spit you made a spinning motion with your hand, to which he blatantly ignored.

"What's your problem?" You garbled around the tooth brush, shyly spitting into the sink and rinsing off your face, careful not to get water on the cotton over your nose.

"Just enjoying the view," Wolfwood replied, nonchalant, smirking at the arch of your brow. "You look good when you got somethin' in your mouth."

Choking on your spit, you glared at him, met with nothing but his shit-eating grin you would never admit gave you butterflies. After rolling your eyes at him for the nth time that day, you rubbed at your eyes, deciding to inspect how shitty you actually looked in the mirror. The first thing to note was the shiner much more prominent under your right eye, peeking out from under the bandaging. It was red, only bits of purple here and there if you really squinted. Second to note was how absolutely fucking exhausted you looked, and after taking a few more seconds to examine, you hummed, "Wow, I do look like shit."

Wolfwood snickered a yeah, earning a half-hearted swat in his direction. Your hangover was far from gone, but you couldn't find it in you to care about the throbbing in your head from the overhead lights as you reached to smack him again when he so skillfully dodged the first, only to have him intercept your wrist mid-course, leaving you surprised he could anticipate your immediate reaction. His middle and index finger ran up your wrist, then your palm, parting your fingers and threading his own between the cracks, enclosing his fist over your palm. It wasn't that you had small hands, but the fact his palm and fingers could completely encase yours left your throat running dry, something that seemed to visibly amuse him. His other arm came around your waist, having him take a half step closer as he backed you up into the counter, craning his neck down and nudging your nose with his.

"I'm I permitted to kiss you now, princess?"

You barely managing to call him a smarmy fucker before he was pushing his lips into yours, knowing you wouldn't have given him a direct answer either way. It was smooth, languid, channeling all of the pent up frustration and anxiety into one action before it all melted away and made way for relief. Relief that everything was a miscommunication, lack of clarification from both of you that caused unnecessary hurt and turmoil. A kiss that, while not completely made up for lost time, would come close to it. The gentle caress of his thumb over the back of your hand took you by surprise, his touch moving up your arm, the pads of his fingers settling on your jaw and cheeks, squeezing slightly. Feeling defiant and spiteful, you tilted your head back, parting from him. He didn't let you move any further, fingers digging into your cheeks and tugging you back to his lips.

"No," Wolfwood grunted, lips molten, dripping with desire as he hooked his thumb in your mouth, prying your lips open and making room for his tongue. You'd like to say you put up a fight, but you were immediately putty in his hands, hands moving back to grip the bathroom counter to prevent your knees from buckling. When he parted, your breaths were heavy, cheeks ruddy, and he seemed pleased, running his tongue over his lip. "You don't get to be a brat, not after how you've been actin'."

The rebuttal you had lined up in your thoughts dried up when he pressed the pad on his thumb into your tongue, forcing it down as he kept your mouth open, your half lidded eyes watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He was devouring you with his eyes, and you were only slightly concerned that your heart swelled at the thought of him wanting you even now, even after everything that happened, and even though you looked worse for wear, bandaged and bruised. You pressed your tongue up, adding to the pressure as you gently clamped your teeth down over his finger, looking up at him through your lashes. Sucking a breath through his teeth, Wolfwood tugged his thumb from your mouth, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. It was heavy, heated, and definitely more debauched tongue than sweet sincerity. A surprised noise left your throat when he scooped you up by your thighs, lifting you and placing you to sit on the bathroom counter. Upon doing so, he pressed the line of his body up against you, the already half-hard tent in his pants nudging your inner thigh. His hands came down to your outer thighs, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. You did, of course you did, heels digging into his legs and tugging him impossibly close. The groan that left his throat, only to be swallowed up by you, was enough to make your head spin.

"Fuck, you little tease," Wolfwood growled into you when he parted, yanking at the loose collar of your borrowed shirt to expose your clavicle, sucking, licking, and biting a line from the column of your throat down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. "Comin' to me last night when you knew I couldn't have you," He continued, biting down hard enough to make you yelp, your hand flying up to your mouth to muffle your noises. He intercepted, grip tight on your wrist as he forced it back to your side. He came back up, pressing a searing, hard kiss to your lips, before parting just as quick. "Throwin' yourself at me like that... You really want me to fuck you again that bad?"

Your cheeks and ears grew hot, peering up at him through half-lidded eyes, lips slightly parted, completely pliant and ready for him, earning a dark chuckle. Before you could register his touch, you felt fingers grasping at your hair at the back of your head, tugging back and forcing you to expose your throat, eyes wide and watery as you stared at the ceiling. Unaware that the moan echoing off the walls was in fact from you, your eyes slid shut, feeling his lips and canines graze your skin. Hands reached up, fists grappling onto the fabric of his shirt resting on his shoulders, trying to steady yourself between the onslaught of abuse to your neck and the pounding headache nagging at the back of your mind. The vice grip he had on your hair definitely didn't aid in the increasing intensity of your already brain-melting headache, but fuck did it feel good.

"Nick!" You gasped when he latched onto the soft skin under your ear, sinking his teeth into you. Eyes rolling back, your hands slid a trail down from his shoulders and chest, falling to the band of his pants. One hand continued down, dipping beneath the band, while the other pushed his shirt up enough to rest your hand on his hip, digging the pads of your fingers into the skin there. He groaned when you wrapped your fingers around his fully hard cock, his breath hot against your skin as he pulled back, brows furrowed and gaze sharp as he admired the colorful tapestry he had made, your skin the canvas and his mouth the paintbrush.

"Shit," Wolfwood breathed, glancing down at your hand working him in the confines of his pants, his hips pushing and pulling with every long drag of your hand. His hand released your hair, a pained groan leaving your lips as you tightened your grip around him, palm smoothing over the tip and gathering the slick precum before pushing back down faster. One hand claimed purchase on the edge of the counter beside your thigh, the other shoving down the front of his pants, just getting them past the curve of his ass, before mimicking the position of his other hand. His breaths were heavy, half-mast eyes staring into you with molten intensity that had your cock throbbing in your pants. You didn't get to admire for long, his palm coming up to circle the column of your throat, fingers gripping your jaw and tugging you into him, pre-emptively parting your lips to make way for his tongue, eyes sliding shut.

It was surprising how vocal he was, groaning into your open mouth when your hand moved faster, when your nails dug into the soft flesh of his hip, when you licked into his mouth. You paused, squeezing at the base, before dragging up painfully slow. You seemed to be wearing his patience thin, if the jerk of his hips and growl in his throat spoke for him. Smirking into your spit riddled debauched kiss, you did it again, moving up even slower this time. His free hand snatched at your wrist, lips pulling back as he leaned away. His lips were glistening with your shared spit, jaw slack as he panted, brows downturned as his nose scrunched, giving you a look strikingly similar to the one gracing his features when he burst into your side of the confessional. You swallowed, heart leaping into your throat and dick jumping in your pants.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, princess," Wolfwood snarled, slowly releasing your wrist, as if to give you a second chance. His mocking term of endearment made you huff a sardonic breath, quirking a brow at him as you repeated your previous motion that had earned you his word of warning in the first place, just to prove a point. Your hand barely got halfway up the length of him before you were being grabbed at the hips, your body hauled up and tossed over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing. You yelled, surprised by the sudden display of strength your head pounding relentlessly at the sudden change in your center of gravity, blood rushing to your head. You swore at him, hurling pathetic insincere insults at him as he marched down the hall and through a door frame. If someone asked you why you decided landing a five-star, open palmed slap on his half exposed ass was a good idea before you were ungracefully dropped on the bed, you wouldn't be able to tell them. Your body hit the bed, the air leaving your lungs, pushing your torso up with your forearms. The pathetic attempt to ground yourself was useless, his hands grabbing at your hips and flipping you over, the feeling of your pants being yanked down making your eyes blow wide. Despite knowing you should have prepared yourself, should have expected it, the flat-palmed, unforgiving strike to your ass made you jolt and moan, slack jawed and debauched. It seemed both of you were equally surprised, your ears on fire as you slapped your hands over your mouth, expression shocked and bewildered, and suddenly you were so thankful you were face down in the bed, because you could feel the smug aura oozing off of him.

"Wasn't expecting that," Wolfwood derided, his palm smoothing over the spot he slapped, the skin still tingling. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a welt there later. "Want another one?"

Before you could choke out any kind of answer, another blow was landed over the exact same spot, followed by another depraved moan bubbling up your throat. His chuckle barely registered, your ears ringing as you open-mouth panted into your hands, eyes half lidded as you felt him grip a handful of your ass, spreading you for him. The thought of him seeing you so shameless made you roll your hips, the friction of your cock being trapped between your thigh and the bed ripping a raspy moan from your throat. Your dissolute actions came to a halt, body tensing and shoulders seizing when an incredibly cold and wet sensation dripped onto your asshole, his hand leaving its spot on your skin. Yelping, your hands flew down to the bed, gripping the sheets on either side of your head, turning to look back at him. Surprised to see him staring down at you shirtless with clouded eyes, eyes locking, one hand fisting his cock at a slow pace, the other throwing the sizeable bottle of lube to the other side of the bed, your cheeks flushed, swallowing as he ran his tongue over his teeth in a predatory display. Watchful eyes trailed his hand, heart racing as his palm smoothed over your hip, trailing towards your lower back, sliding up the line of your spine, before grabbing a fist full of your hair, shoving your upper body back down onto the bed. Your eyes watered when your sensitive nose collided with the mattress, eyes scrunching shut as your body tensed for a second time, a pained moan lodged in your throat. Wolfwood seemed more perceptive of your half-hearted woes than you thought, his grip loosening as he gently tousled your hair, scratching your head once, twice, before following the same line down, a finger circling around your hole, gathering up the surrounding lube.

Breathing a low moan when his finger pressed into you, your eyes fluttered shut, pressing your hips back into his hand. The sudden movement had your impossibly hard cock rubbing up against the soft sheets again, aligning in such a way that it was pressed down, trapped between your legs and peeking out from between your thighs. Some of the lube had dribbled down, the warm, wet drip making your thighs tense, biting your lip to choke back a moan. Your fingers clenched, balling your fists and gripping the sheets below you as he pressed in a second finger, leaving you little time to adjust. Regardless, your eyes rolled back, lips parting to huff out a wanton moan as he pulled his fingers out, before pushing back in, curling down. Yelping, you gripped the sheets tighter in your fists as he rubbed at the spongy spot inside you, shoulders tensing as his lubed up cock slid against the curve of your ass just above your thigh. The steady roll of his hips, followed by the low groan that left his lips, had your head fogging over, pushing back harder into his hand to urge him to go faster, deeper. He didn't seem to be keen on giving in to your silent begging, his fingers moving painstakingly slow against your most sensitive spots, similar to how you had been teasing him in the bathroom. It wouldn't be the first time you were put in your place due to your own hubris, but you knew what he wanted from you.

"P-Please, Nick-" Your voice was cut off by a debauched moan, immediately feeling his fingers move faster, relentlessly abusing your prostate. Your teeth clamped down onto your lip as your thighs began to shake, hips rolling involuntarily pushing back and forth against him, the friction seeming to serve pleasure for both your dick pinned against the bed, and his pressing harder into the meat of your rear. You let your face fully fall to the bed, the pain of your injury not registering over the intensity in which you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. It was shameful how fast he was working you into a messy puddle of a person in his hands, but in your defense this had been the only thing on your mind for nearly an entire month. Moans converted to pathetic whines the closer you got to your peak, eyes clamped shut as the beginnings of tears pricked at your eyes.

"Gonna cum already?" Wolfwood chided, but you were unwilling to answer, half expecting that if he knew the answer he would stop. One particular down thrust of his fingers punched out a sinful whine, to which he removed his fingers, earning a noise of protest. "Shut up," He clicked his tongue, pressing the tip of himself against your asshole, "Impatient brat."

All you could do was choke out pitiful noises as he pushed into you, inch after inch each earning a thrust in and out, before pushing himself in to the hilt. Back arching, you felt his hips collide with your rear, holding there for a moment or two. You heard a shaky breath beside your ear, followed by a warm pressure along the line of your back through the fabric of your shirt, turning your head as far as you could to see his chin hovering above your shoulder. His lips were parted, eyes watchful and sharp when he brought a hand around to grip your jaw, turning your head at an angle that made your muscles scream, before descending his lips to yours in a messy, tongue and teeth filled kiss. His hips pulled back, then jolted forward, setting a slow, brutal pace, swallowing up your unabating noises greedily. He pulled back, holding your head in place, and hooked a finger in your mouth, hungry eyes watching you moan and pant, cheeks ruddy and eyes half lidded. Heaving out a deep chuckle, Wolfwood ran his tongue along your bottom lip, licking a trail from the corner of your mouth, down to your jaw, before continuing his onslaught of abuse on whatever bare skin he could reach. The hand gripping your jaw released you, moving to the back of your head, forcing you into the mattress once again, making sure to angle your head so he was only pressing your cheek down into the mess of pillows and blankets.

Already half out of your mind, when his hands moved down, circling your hips and leaning his weight into you, forcing your pelvis deeper into the bed, you keened, mouth hanging open and drool sliding out from the corner of your mouth. It was almost too much when he angled his hips down, repeatedly abusing your most sensitive spot, the pull and push grinding you against the sheets. "Nick," You panted, one hand reaching up to press against the headboard, trying desperately to push back in time with his thrusts. "S'... good," You garbled intelligently, voice muffled from the fabric beneath you. He seemed amused, the stutter of his hips against your ass forcing a punched out noise of desperation from your chest, his hands squeezing your hips tight before he pulled back completely, flipping you onto your back without warning. You gasped, eyes adjusting to the light now that your vision wasn't half covered by blankets. He gave you no respite, lining himself up again, but in that moment you felt your breath catch in your throat. The sun peeking through the massive colorful stained glass window shone down on him, skin glistening with sweat, strands of pitch black hair clinging to his forehead. One hand held his cock firmly and pushed the tip into you, the other running back through his hair.

"Fuck," Was all you could whisper, completely swept away with how ruggedly ethereal he looked, sun kissed skin riddled with blue, red, and yellow refractions of light, the sight reminding you of the nightmare that had awoken you first thing this morning. His eyes stared into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. Your vision grew blurry, before clearing, and upon looking up at Wolfwood, you noticed his brows furrowed with concern. Your vision blurred again, then cleared again, and he was reaching a hand up to your face, thumb brushing away the wet trails of tears you didn't notice were running down your face.

Wolfwood opened his mouth, pulling his hips back slightly. "Are... Do you-"

"No, please... Keep going," You interrupted, fingers clasping over the hand pressed into your cheek. You sighed out a moan, eyes fluttering shut when he pushed back in, and that seemed to be enough reassurance for him. The soft touch on your face trailed down, fingertips brushing down your neck, torso, before settling on your hip, the other pressed into the mattress beside your head so he could lean down into you. Lifting your lower half and angling himself to push a little deeper, you whimpered, hands reaching up and finding purchase on his shoulders. His dark gaze was locked on your face, and you found yourself unable to look away, despite the intimacy of it making your stomach twist in knots. Silver swayed, the cross necklace adorning his neck swinging back and forth with every meaningful, unhurried thrust of his hips. Somehow this unraveled you faster, never having experienced this sense of care, and you couldn't quite tell if the affinity shining in his eyes made you want to cum or cry more, or both.

"Faster," You breathed, and without further begging, Wolfwood did as you asked, his jaw hanging slack as he leaned down further, his nose brushing up against yours. Finger pads dug deeper into your skin as he lowered himself to his forearm, half-mast eyes remaining locked with yours, even as your vision began to blur with tears again. Seeming to understand exactly what you were thinking, he closed his eyes, leaning in and kissing you in such a way it left you winded. You moaned, whined, whimpered into his mouth, into his gentle touch circling your leg around his waist, back arching when his fingers brushed up the base of your painfully hard cock. His fingers encircled you, pulling up and running a thumb over the tip, only managing to push halfway back down before you were reduced to a puddle in his grip, your climax hitting you hard and fast. You pulled back from his lips, eyes wide as you choked on your noises, hips bucking up into his touch as your warm release painted his hand and your borrowed shirt white.

"Good boy," Wolfwood whispered into you, giving you another searing kiss before pulling back, both hands on your hips as he set a ruthless pace, battering his hips up into you with all his might as he quickly climbed to his own peak. You were a mess, eyes rolled back so far you swear you could see your frontal lobe, hands holding desperately onto his wrists as he flexed his fingers, gripping you harder, tighter, pulling your body to meet with his every thrust. It didn't take him long to hit the wall, his body toppling over, only preventing himself from collapsing onto you when a hand left it's position on your hip, propping himself up with a flat palm on the bed. He huffed, moan depraved and sinful, his eyes sliding shut as his hips stuttered a few more times before stilling.

Silence washed over you, your conjoined panting and heaving deafening in the silence. You could no longer hear the rain pattering against the window, sun shining bright and decorating his slick, sweaty skin in all kinds of colorful geometric shapes. He opened his eyes, catching you staring at him, but instead of the smarmy reaction you were expecting to get, he smiled down at you, palms smoothing over the welts in your hips his fingers left soothingly. This act alone had your heart jumping into your throat, mind still unsure with what his modus operandi was with you, but for now you left your guard down, deciding not to put your walls up quite yet. Ever the perceptive, Wolfwood chuckled, seeming to sense your unease, pulling his softening cock out of you and using his discarded shirt to wipe you off, and then himself. You swallowed, following suit by stripping off the cum stained shirt from your body and throwing it onto the floor beside the bed. No words were exchanged as he flopped down on the bed beside you, arms circling your waist and tugging you back into him, his face nestled in your hair.

Unable to stop your heart from racing when the bare line of his chest pressed into your back, you froze. What did this mean for you? Was this just another fun time, or did he want to pursue something with you? What did that mean for his career if he did want something more with you? What if the church caught wind of this and stationed him somewhere else, or what if he lost everything altogether? All because you were selfish, all because-

"Yer thinkin' too loud," Wolfwood muttered into your hair, arms squeezing your waist for emphasis. "What's rattling around in that head of yours?"

You were embarrassed he had read you so well, teeth clamping down on your lower lip nervously as you stumbled to get your words out.

"Just thinking... You said you don't drive a car, what do priests drive? You never answered me," Your tone was forced, forced amusement, forced jest, and you mentally beat yourself for thinking he would fall for something like that. All you received was a hum and a deep exhale, his breath warm on the back of your head.

"I'll let it slide this time, but you're gonna have to learn to be more honest with me if we're gonna pursue... this."

Jaw clenching, eyes watering, all you could do was nod in his grip, earning a quiet good. Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to indulge just a bit, turning in his tight grip- which was a feat in itself- so you were now facing him. A smirk crawled up onto his lips, tugging you just a bit closer so you were now nose to nose, you watched his tired eyes slide shut. You could only stare, could only let a barely there smile grace your lips, leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to his lips, earning a grunt in response. A palm came down playfully to your rump, your body jerking forward into him as he whispered into your lips, "Don't wind me up again."

Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on his bicep, sliding your palm up to his shoulder, before settling on his neck. "You're insatiable. Unscrupulous. Horrible, horrible priest."

The dark chuckle he emitted as he tugged you closer and rolled you onto your back, moving so he was swinging a leg over you and half-hovering over your form, he opened his eyes to gaze down at you.

"You've got no idea, angel."

[maddiedott]

Flame

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: Sometimes you just need an inner advisor.

Warnings: Angst/Comfort, soft!Loki, insecurities, hurt, self deprecation implied, fire, no use of y/n

A/N: Hi Loves! This is heavily inspired by my own personal inner advisor which was created in my EMDR therapy session and was envisioned as Loki who told me to burn everything :), I hope you all enjoy this, it was heavily self indulgent but I hope it helps other people too! Enjoy <3

A chill crept up your spine, settling into your bones as you settled into the cool empty sheets which line your bed. Your eyes close as your bottom lip trembled, trying to push back the tsunami waves of emotions that threaten to spill. It had been a week of pure hell and tonight was your tipping point. The way you had heard the whispers of people as you passed, each one coming from a poisonous tongue. The glances and whispers held high distaste and made your mouth and mind sour.

It plagued you for the day, no matter the task, no matter the smallest minute detail, you would see it imperfect, full of flaws and how helpless you were. It turned your day around, changing your hopes and expectations for the day to something rotten.

You were unsure when you had stopped weeping and had fallen into the blissfulness of sleep. Hadn’t realized you was asleep as she still felt the wet streams that stained your flesh and still felt the coolness of your sheets beneath you.

“What is troubling you, my darling?”

It stirred you, your heart spiking at the intrusive presence invading you. As you sprang up, hands holding up your weight as you sat up right. You weren’t sure what had startled you more, the new presence stood in front of you or the liquid held by a void that surrounded your body.

“No need to be frightened, I am not here to cause you harm. Quite the opposite in fact.” He had assured you, dropping down in a squatting position.

You stared at him, eyes wide and unmoving. Your mind was racing before it settled. Dream. You’re dreaming, clearly you must be asleep and this is nothing other than your brain creating this image in front of you. How else could you explain him?

“Loki?” It was the only word you were capable of speaking.

He only replied with a smile, one much softer than you see depicted in the movies. Often they would paint him as a villain, someone who wishes fit the hero’s downfall. You could see a little bit of yourself in him, in his insecurities, in his behavior, maybe that’s why he’s appearing to you now.

“Indeed.” He confirmed, extending his hand out for you, which you take.

“What’s going on? Why are you in my dream? Why is it so cold?” You question, noticing the steam your warm breath created.

“A curious thing,” he chuckles, lifting you to your feet. “You may think of this as your soul, yes? And I, as your inner advisor.”

“My inner… what?”

“Inner advisor. I am able to make your unconscious mind accessible to you. Guide you to support, resolutions, whatever you may seem to desire.” His voice spoke softly as his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

You closed your eyes again, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of oak and sandalwood, something you had only imagine might stick to his forest green Asgardian leather.

“Okay, sure. But why is it so cold?”

“You’re flame has been extinguished. You’re sense of self, corrupted.” He explains, smile etched to his features as he squeezed your hand in his.

“I’ve come to repair your flame, my darling. Slowly. But I will to my best to nurture and guide you so that it may become a blaze.”

With a flick of his hand a spark emerged within your palm that held his. His and holding the back of ours so that both your palms had been raised as the fire began. There was no pain, no numbness, just a tingle that started in your palm and ended in the nerves of your fingertips.

“It will take time to develop, but I shall be here every step, beside you shall you have a need for my guidance.” He explains, his eyes falling to the small flame.

“Thank you, Loki.” You whisper, turning your gaze to him.

He shook his head, his free hand raising in a stop gesture. His eyes held a sense of pure, genuine, affection. The flame grew slightly just by the feeling of his emotion seeping into the pores of your skin.

“There is no need to thank me. You are the person capable of improvement, I am merely here to help you if you falter.” He explained, his hand lowering to support your hand holding the flame.

“You, my dear, are stronger than you may believe. Bravery that would rival that of any warrior. You are plenty worthy to keep this blaze aflame. Worthy to wield Mjölnir. And most importantly, you are loved. Even when battling you’re darkest enemy, you will remain loved, even if just by me.”

You felt you’re eyes burn, not willing to try and stop the tears that flood your eyes and fall down your face. Your freehand coming up to cover your mouth as you sobbed. The feeling of Loki’s lips pressing against your forehead only made you sob harder.

“I plead with you, no more tears need to be shed.” He softly cooed, lifting a hand to thumb away the tears that fell.

“I will be here when you return again.” He swore, placing a purger kiss to your temple.

As his body began to dissipate into the darkness, you held into his hand almost as if pleading with him to not leave you alone again.

“And Darling? Burn everything.”

The words rang in your head as you’re eyes shot open, jolting up from your lying position. You’re eyes take in you’re empty room as the only light came from the sun as it streams in through your window. You’re eyes slowly cast down to your palm, feeling you’re heart clench before clutching your palm to your chest.

“Thank you, Loki.”

[canaidliafail]

The woman that you are…

evie frye x f!reader 🌿

not proof read and english isn’t my first language. This is just some heavily self indulgent pure crap.

not explicitly sexual but there is convo leading & insinuating that

700 words more or less

MDI

“Flattering to know that's how much they’re offering for my head”

Your lips stretched into a crooked smile and the bartender, Vikto, shook his head

“You know, one of these days someone is bound to finally catch you. I hear there’s two new assassins in the city. Already have a good reputation too”

You laughed and grabbed your drink “That’s what I like about you Vikto. The faith you have in others”

He shook his head in disapproval and continued wiping the glasses

New assassins in town

Oh you’ve heard of them alright. Hard not to. Causing chaos and explosions left and right and in spite that, always being successful in capturing their target. The frye siblings , Jacob and Evie

“Isn’t it getting late ?”

He asked and you looked at the clock. 5 am

Later than you hoped it’d be. You winced at the thought and turned to grab your coat from the seats

“Seriously get yourself together and be more careful out there and-Christ is that dried blood on your coat?”

“Yes” you cocked a brow and his lips thinned

“You are so dramatic”

“Dramatic-“ He seemed to be storming with a million thoughts and curses he wanted to throw at you and if he could spit on your fathers grave he probably would’ve done so as well but instead he took a deep breath

“Just go home…” You smiled and patted his shoulder

“You are so fun Vikto. Ill see you tomorrow”

“I really hope you dont” he mumbled, his face buried in his palms as you walked outside through the backdoor into the narrow alleys. The pavement was wet and your steps heavy. You were grateful for how late the sun would rise in winter giving you more time to sneak back to your apartment with less eyes on your back

You hoisted yourself up grabbing onto a rusty pipe switching your weight from your hands to your calves climbing up the building and finally thrusting yourself up on the roof where you were finally able to let loose and free run your way home.

You eventually reached the front window of your attic, half open and you felt warmth noticing a very gentle light reflected on the misty windows. Sliding in you tried to quietly shut it behind you. You heard the sheets of the bed rustle and a very soft voice unsure call out your name

You turned around with a smile kneeling before the bed and leaving a kiss on your lovers forehead that was cool from the chill winter breeze

Slowly being pulled out of sleep she frowned and sat up “What took you so long?”

“Work”

She seemed genuinely upset

“I’m worried. Have you seen how many bounties they have on you ?”

You smiled, having a hard time understanding how once you found Evie as someone mean and arrogant when truly, she was the gentlest soul.

“I’m alive and in one piece no?”

She reached up to wrap her arms around your neck,trembling, pulling you onto the bed on top of her and your hands went immediately to support your weight and the other sliding up her leg beneath her silk nightgown

“We received an offer for you as well” you could feel her grin in your neck as she started trailing kisses from your jaw to your collar bones, unbuttoning your shirt and vest

“I’m so lucky that you are on my side my lady” You whispered and she bit your skin earning a grunt from you

“Am I?” She pulled away to look into your eyes with a new playful glint and you smirked admiring her face and bringing your other hand to entangle it in her hair the was loose and spread on the bed covers

“Need I convince you once again why it benefits you to keep me there?” Your hand tracing the skin on her thigh now trailed higher teasing the edge of her lace underwear as your legs dipped beneath hers bringing them around your waist

“Hm, do remind me love”

Oh evie frye, the woman that you are

you thought passion burning in your eyes for the brunette who so willingly let her guard down before you, fully giving into your embrace as you started to kiss her down her chest over the fabric taking your time admiring, consuming her body, every edge and every curve

You once prided yourself on being unbendable yet she came in and snapped you in half and had you abide to her every whim with one look.

little did you know how bad she had it for you as well. How she would abandon all honour just to ensure her future by your side.

[topflights]

lol

[amourology]

AFTERGLOW — levi ackerman

ʚ ɞ pairings: levi ackerman x strong!reader (you’re able to lift levi, just go with it—strong soldier over here, people).

ʚ ɞ synopsis: aftercare with tired, clingy and adorably needy sub!levi.

ʚ ɞ author’s note: this is purely self-indulgent. i just want to cradle his face in the palms of my hands and tell him everything’s alright :( just wanna take care of him and give him a kiss on the nose :(

ʚ ɞ warnings: light descriptions of sex, i use the word cock maybe once—it’s basically non-sugarcoated fluff, implied dom!reader, implied sub!levi, reader dotes heavily on levi bc he deserves it. oh, and—let’s pretend they have sinks & running water in paradis for a sec, okay?

ʚ ɞ word count: 2.8k. 

Levi Ackerman has always been pretty, always been so beautiful. With his pretty, plump and oh-so-kissable lips, and his pretty, silky-smooth dark hair, and his pretty, button-like nose—nevermind forgetting his pretty, blue-grey eyes carrying the winter season within them.

Yes—he’s always been utterly gorgeous. Still, you’d make quite a strong case arguing that him during the day wasn’t even close to him at his most beautiful. For he was prettiest whenever he laid in front of you like this.

On your shared duvet, with his head thrown back and his ink-black eyelashes fluttering while his chest heaved up, down, and up again. With his fingers twitching at his side, and with a few of his bangs sticking to his sweat-decorated forehead. With his legs opened, and his abdomen sticky with the mess he made of himself. And with one of his arms outstretched, hands grabbing around nothing as he beckons you to come closer.

“You did so good, Levi,” you coe at him. Abiding by his request, you adjust your position on the bed and crawl up towards him. When at his face, you delicately brush your fingers across his forehead—pushing aside the fallen strands of hair. “So good for me. Always so good.”

Your stomach flutters upon seeing him lean into your touch, relishing the words of praise as he always does. As if he has to make due with what you were willing to give him today, never knowing when he’ll earn them again. As if you won’t shower him in it whenever he so wishes.

“Thank you,” he croaks out. His head rests in-between the soft, whiite pillow beneath him and the even softer skin of your hand. “Felt really good.”

“Yeah?”

He nods against your hand, placing one of his own over your wrist to keep it in place. “Yeah,” he whispers. His voice gives out soon after; still a bit shrill after granting you all those pretty sounds.

“Hey.” You hum softly, bringing your face close to his. You nudge his nose with yours, withholding a smile. Levi scrunches his nose up after you place a kiss on it—a sight so adorable it made you wonder how people could ever fear him. “Want me to clean you up first? Or should I get something for you to drink?”

A tired sigh passes his lips; an indication he’ll sleep twice as well as he normally would in a night. “Clean,” he decides, because of course he does.

The predictable answer makes you chuckle. “Alright,” you say. You pretend not to notice the offended frown on his forehead as soon as you take your hand back. “I’ll be quick.”

You really are intending to hurry, knowing he doesn’t like to be alone for too long after such acts. And so, you rise from the bed—frowning when you don’t make it quite as far as you’d hoped. You turn back around, looking down at Levi who now holds a grip on your wrist. He pulls you back towards him.

“You okay?”

He looks up at you, cheeks still slightly damp from the tears he’d shed for you today; tears he allowed to flow after you kept bringing him to that edge over and over again, pushing him over it so many times until it started to hurt—until he couldn’t decide if he wanted you to stop or give him more, more and more. As always, he’d chosen for more. Only stopping when you’d milked him dry.

“Kiss,” he demands. “Gimme a kiss first.”

Your eyes soften. “Oh,” you breathe. No, you truly didn’t get why his subordinates were so scared of him. You smile, and start leaning down. “Come here, then.”

Levi hums contentedly when your lips finally engulf his. One of his hands reaches for the back of your head, keeping you in place for just a little bit longer—for just a second more of this feeling.

You chuckle against his lips, and one of your hands finds his cheek. “I’ll be back soon, Levi.” You tell him, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb.

His love-filled eyes wander around your face; first at your brows, then at the tip of your nose, then your lips, even your cheeks, until they finally find home within your eyes. “You promise?” He asks, voice no louder than a mumble.

You cup his jaw. “I promise,” you say, kissing his forehead.

He closes his eyes while you shower him with affection, enjoying it while it lasts, and sighing when you pull back. Knowing you have to leave eventually, Levi settles back down on the duvet. His eyes fall shut rather quickly, and for a short second it looks like he’s fallen asleep—though, you knew he was wide awake. He always waits for you to hold him before drifting off.

However—he seems quite tired, which means you’ll have to hurry. Quickly, you walk into his bathroom. You gather a washcloth and rinse it underneath some lukewarm water, walking back out and into the bedroom shortly after.

The bed shifts beside Levi, and he hazily opens one of his eyes to look. Once fully confirming it’s you, he closes it again. A soft groan escapes him, relishing in the way you so, so carefully and with such heavy affection, start cleaning him up.

Levi sighs quietly while you go to work, wiping all residue of his release away from his stomach, his thighs—he squirms a bit as you get closer to his cock, which makes you smile. He’s always so sensitive, so keen to your touch. Surely, it’s the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen.

Once you’re sure you’ve cleaned it all, you pull back. “There,” you mumble. One of your fingers starts delicately trailing upwards alongside his thigh.

Levi shakes his head. “M still dirty,” he says; you briefly wonder how much those words pained him to say.

You hum in acknowledgement, still focused on trailing your hand up his body. It goes along his stomach, making out the shape of his abs. He shivers underneath your touch.

“You want me to run you a bath?” You offer.

His eyes are fully open when your finger makes it up to his face, his line of sight fully locks on you while you start tracing the features on him.

“Please,” he says. His breath hitches in his throat as you glide your thumb over his bottom lip. “Would you?”

“You’re not too tired?” You ask, your index finger now finding its way towards the bridge of his nose. “‘Cause I’d hate to run a bath, only to drain it again right after.”

Levi frowns. “That was one time,” he grumbles. His nose scrunches up again after you lightly tap the tip. “”S hardly fair to hold it against me.”

“One time too many,” you muse. A smile settles on your face upon seeing his puffed out bottom lip, his eyebrow still pulled down into that frown and a slightly annoyed look in his eye. “I’m joking, love. I’ll go and get it ready for you.”

Again, he stops you from leaving. “Stop forgetting my kiss,” he complains. His fingers reach for yours and he pulls you towards him.

“I’d argue I’ve been kissing you all over tonight,” you mumble against his lips. You add another peck to them.

“‘S not enough,” he answers. This time, he allows the kiss to linger for a bit longer. When he pulls back, he looks you in the eye. “It’s never enough.”

“Well, aren’t you a little greedy thing, hm?” You hum, a slight smirk taking over your lips as you notice the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheek change in colour. “Suppose it’s a good thing I can never get enough of kissing you, then.”

“Yes,” he whispers, his peppermint-scented breath hitting your face. “I suppose it is.”

Levi sighs and lets you kiss his forehead again. The next time you stand up to run his bath, you’re met with less of a protest.

You gather the stuff you know he likes; making sure the water is absolutely scalding hot and smells of lavender and honey. When you deem it good enough, you go to get him. The sight you’re met with is enough to tilt your head to the side in amusement.

“Levi.”

He hums. “Just a minute.”

You’ve heard that one before.

The sheets crinkle underneath Levi’s figure, courtesy of you shifting him around on top of them. Once your arms are securely wrapped beneath him, you take a deep breath and lift him off the bed.

Never before were you so grateful for the ruthless training he puts you and the others through on the daily—if it allows you to carry him around in your arms like that, you’re quite confident you’d more than willingly participate in them. Perhaps even twice a day, if this would be your reward.

You stop walking once you make it to the tub. “Careful,” you say. “I’m gonna put you in, okay? It’s gonna be quite warm.”

He doesn’t move in your grasp. A mere “Okay.” Is all you get back.

Very carefully, afraid you might hurt him if you went too fast, you place him down into the newly-filled bathtub. Levi lets out a soft moan at the warmth surrounding him, allowing his arms to rest alongside the edges of the tub.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

The sudden vulnerability in his voice catches you off-guard, but you’re thankful for it nonetheless—forever grateful he trusts you enough to show it to you.

“Of course,” you answer. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”

Once again you turn around to leave, now planning on quickly changing the stained sheets in the other room. Knowing Levi, he doesn’t like sleeping on them after the both of you made such a mess on them.

“You.” He calls out quickly, this time succeeding in grabbing your hand instead of your wrist. He looks down at them, and intertwins his fingers with yours. “You, too.”

His voice sounds so perfect; such a balanced mix between scratchy, whiny and pleading. You cup his chin, cherishing the way he looks up at you. The liking towards his sound reminds you of the soreness he must feel.

“Here, drink something first.” You say, using one of the glasses next to the sink to gather some water for him.

Levi accepts the glass, fingers curling around it while he quickly brings it to his lips. Before you realise, he gulps it all down—then he hands it back to you.

“It’s fine,” he says. “My voice is fine.”

“Okay,” you said, slightly amused at his eagerness. You nod towards the space behind him. “Scoot over.”

He does as he’s told. You briefly take your eyes off him to place the now-empty glass back on the sink. Soon after, you take your place behind him. The water feels unbelievably hot on your skin and it takes you a few seconds to get used to. Once you do, you nudge Levi’s body backwards.

You adjust him in-between your legs, and he lets you. The biggest sigh of relief passes his lips while he lays his head to rest on your chest, eyes closing as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. A featherlight kiss gets pressed to the side of your throat. Trying to fight off your smile at the gesture seems to be futile.

Your fingers dance along the skin of his arms, the toned muscle and faded scars feeling rough beneath them. Slowly but surely you fall into a pattern, drawing soft circles on his bare skin. Your other hand cups the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his dark locks.

The both of you sit like that for a while. Only when you realise he’s well and truly falling asleep this time—in your hold—do you nudge him awake.

“Levi.”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna wash your hair, okay? We’ve gotta get out and go to bed.”

Levi nods. It does take him a while, but he’s very well aware that he’ll have to sit up if you want to wash his hair—and so, he eventually succeeds in doing so. After a couple minutes, of course.

“There you go,” you mumble proudly.

As soon as he’s properly seated, you reach for the shampoo next to you. You slather your hands with it, rubbing your palms together to let it emulsify before you nestle your hands in his hair.

He tilts his head backwards, letting out a satisfied groan here-and-there whenever you scratch a particularly nice spot. Your fingers comb through the locks, massaging certain spots a bit longer whenever he lets out a slightly louder sound at the specific placement.

“There.” You say once you’re done.

Your arms wrap around him, one of your arms around his waist while the other crosses along his chest and with your hand resting on his collarbone. You pull him in closer and press a kiss to his shoulder blade, and then one to the back of his neck.

“Is it okay if you wash yourself off?” You ask, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “I’ve got to change the sheets.”

Levi hums in agreement. Another kiss gets pressed to his cheek, and you immediately miss his warmth as soon as you stand up and hoist yourself out of the bathtub. You reach for a towel, tightly wrapping it around your body.

Just as you were to leave—you stop, and turn towards him. Crouching down, you cup his chin upwards to make him look at you. Then, you kiss him on the lips.

Levi huffs once you pull back. “You learn.”

“Seems like I do,” you answer, smiling. “I’ll get started on the bed, okay?”

He nods at you, allowing you to leave only after stealing another quick peck. You laugh at him, the laugh diminishing into a smile as you walk back into the adjoined bedroom.

After you’re dressed, you begin the task at hand. All current sheets are taken off the bed, discarded into the hamper in the corner. The linen cabinet is hoisted open, and the new, freshly-washed duvet covers the bed in a mere few minutes.

As soon as you’re finished, you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind. Levi holds you against him for a while, then he kisses your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you so much.”

Carefully, as not to scare him with sudden movements, you turn around in his hold. “There’s nothing you need to thank me for, Levi.” You tell him, both hands cupping his cheeks—they squish slightly against your palms as you hold his face. “If there’s anyone out there deserving of such treatment, it’s you.”

He exhales shakily, never looking away from your eyes. The love and admiration within them makes him feel more than fulfilled. “I’m—I’m not sure I believe that…” He trails off, clearing his throat. “But, still, thank you.”

You smile, the bridge of your nose softly bumping against his as you bring both your faces closer together. “You wanna go to sleep?”

“Please,” he says.

Before you, those were words he never thought he’d use to answer that question.

Levi didn’t like sleeping—couldn’t like sleeping, considering his insomnia never gave him the chance to enjoy it.

But on such nights as tonight, where you tire him out so good, where you crawl into bed with him and hold his head against your chest, where you wrap your arms around him so tightly as if you wish to protect him from all and everything bad out there—all while fully knowing he doesn’t need it but doing so, anyway.

…Yeah, Levi loves sleeping, then.

You do exactly that now, too, and he eagerly follows your guidance towards the bed. The very much welcomed smell of fresh linen hits him as soon as he lays down underneath the covers. And it’s as if he can’t reach out for you fast enough, arms outstretched and ever searching—until he feels yours wrap around him, one around his waist, the other on the back of his head.

Levi closes his eyes the second his head makes contact with your chest, the second he feels your slow-and-steady heartbeat rising beneath him. His figure curls into yours, and he smiles—and you do, too.

“Good night, Levi,” you whisper into his hair.

A kiss gets pressed to the crown of his head shortly after.

He nudges his nose against the base of your throat. Then, a soft, lingering kiss to your collarbone follows. “Good night,” he exhales.

At that moment, Levi falls asleep quicker than he ever has before.

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[scarasun]

"etched onto my heart." ~

{ pairing } zhongli x gn!reader

{ word count } 1.3k

{ genre/warnings } hurt/comfort. lots and lots of depressing thoughts. zhongli being soft for his s/o

{ summary } in the midst of an emotional rough patch, you find yourself standing on your balcony in the middle of the night, alone with your thoughts. that is, until your husband joins you with a reminder that the world could be crumbling, and he would still love you with everything he has to offer.

{ a/n } this is purely self-indulgent :,) if you find yourself relating to this, just know that you're not the only one who feels this way. you're not alone!

The feeling of being invisible was something that had followed you around for as long as you remembered. You would be living your life normally, and then after a minor trigger, your mood would take a turn for the worse. These bouts of sadness usually lasted for a few days, but that didn’t lessen the impact it left on you, and you often felt weak and powerless when it was over. You wished the world would stop to join in with your hurt, but it never stopped spinning, highlighting the bitter loneliness that came with your invisibility. On your worst days, the negative thoughts whirling through your head were more prominent, like red wine spilt on a clean, white carpet. 

Why was I never good enough?  

Why does everyone treat me like I don’t mean anything to them?  

Why does it feel like no one sees me for who I am? 

You tried desperately to combat these thoughts by reassuring yourself that you were surrounded by a handful of lovely people who would be at your side in a heartbeat, if anything was wrong. But this thought alone was never enough to chase away your fears. Your depression tightened around your chest with each second, weighing on your heart and sometimes making it difficult to breathe. Although you knew confessing to feeling this way would make you feel terribly ashamed, a part of you wanted someone to notice that something was very wrong. 

This was how you found yourself on the balcony right outside the bedroom you shared with Zhongli. You needed to feel the cold wind on your face, tousling your hair lightly and drying your eyes. You needed to see the twinkling stars and the melancholic moon, reflecting your own sadness. You needed to feel the comforting warmth of your husband’s arms around you…but he was heavily asleep, and you didn’t want to rouse him. 

Gazing out at the city of Liyue beneath your feet, you found yourself distracted momentarily by the way it stood illuminated against the night sky, a testament to how far the citizens of Liyue had come without its archon. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the footsteps padding behind you. 

You became aware of Zhongli’s presence when you felt a warm, cozy blanket cover your bare shoulders, the intoxicating scent of osmanthus wine and cedarwood invading your senses. Surprised, you staggered away from the balcony railing and fell into his arms, your back flush against his warm chest. The pads of his fingers graced your shoulders gently, as if he were handling a delicate flower, and his wedding band glimmered under the moonlight. Silence thickened the air, and you heard him sigh.

“My love, do you mind telling me what you’re doing out here in the middle of such a cold night?” he whispered gently, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.   

A paralyzing pressure began to build in your heart, and you felt tears sting the corners of your eyes. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you turned around, gazing at your husband’s tired face. His hair was a bit tousled, but his eyes stood at attention, golden irises shining in the city lights. You knew he was silently awaiting your answer. Opening your mouth to reassure him that you just needed some fresh air, you found that your voice had stopped working. There was a lump in your throat, and you weren’t sure how to talk without bursting into tears. 

“Something’s been bothering you for a long time, y/n. We can talk about it if you want,” you didn’t realize that your eyes had sunken to the floor, and he tilted your chin up, making you meet his worried gaze. 

You desperately wanted to tell your husband about what had been troubling you, but to your horror, you found that you had never told anyone about the way you felt, and you weren’t sure how to begin. 

As empathetic as he was, you didn’t think Zhongli would understand your woes anyways. He was the damn Geo Archon – he probably never knew what it was like to feel unloved or unappreciated. With his status, he had worked for thousands of years to shape Liyue into the budding city it was now, his people strong and independent citizens. Although they didn’t need him anymore, there was no denying that he was technically the backbone of Liyue’s history.

But even though this might’ve been the case…you couldn’t keep feeling like shit alone. He was your husband, and you didn’t want to risk hurting him by making him believe that there was something you were keeping from him. He was a patient man, but everyone had their limits. Clearing your throat, you told him about the way you felt, the words falling from your dry lips in incomprehensible lumps. Zhongli listened attentively, hanging on to every word.  

Finding nothing else to say, you lapsed into silence, suddenly feeling more naked and exposed than ever. You refused to meet his eyes, afraid that you would only find judgment in them. Your mind raced, trying to find a way to compensate for your outburst, when you felt his hands on your face. His thumbs brushed away the tears you didn’t realize were falling, and you couldn’t help but look at his face. 

His eyes were filled with an intense warmth and gentleness, and despite your blurry vision, you sensed that his determination to understand your problem was burning brightly. You reached out to him like a lost child who had finally found their parents, and he enveloped you in a hug. You felt your knees buckle, but his strong arms held you upright, a silent reassurance that he would be your pillar of strength. Feeling your tears stain his shirt, he rubbed your back in small, soothing circles, hoping that the simple action would help mend your broken heart. 

His lips pressed into your hair, he murmured, “My love, don’t you know you mean the world to me? I might not look like it, but I would be so lost without you.”

He chuckled lightly, the sound reverberating through his chest, and you found a small smile gracing your lips as you sobbed.  

“From the moment I met you, you’ve been etched onto my heart, forever. I don’t want you to ever think for a minute that you’re not enough. You’re perfect, darling, and I will devote the rest of my long life to making sure you always remember this.” 

He kissed your hair once more, and you buried your face deeper into his chest. You had no idea how long the both of you stayed like that, your ear pressed against his chest as you listened to the steady thumping of his heartbeat, but he never let go. Your tears subsided, and you leaned back to look him in the eyes, unable to fight the delirious laugh climbing up your throat. It felt so good to know that even though you had exposed the ugliest parts of yourself, he still loved you earnestly.  

“I take it I’ve successfully managed to cheer you up?” he asked lightly, brushing your hair out of your face. 

Wordlessly, you took his face into your hands, meeting his soft lips with yours. He stiffened for a moment – still cautious about your feelings – before melting into the kiss, his arms encircling you once again. You could only think about how much you wanted to remain like that for the rest of eternity, relishing his warmth and using it to steady yourself. 

He broke away from the kiss first, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, my love. Never forget that.” 

In the haze of your sudden euphoria, a single thought crossed your mind: why did you ever run from his arms in your darkest times? You couldn’t seem to remember the reason, but his honey eyes were a reminder that his comfort was a home you could return to whenever you needed a place to rest.