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so-idialed-9 · 1 year
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Harry with a Louis ×͜× pride flag for the second time. There is no way he didn't notice the Louis smiley. Look at it folded up even, it's obvious. X
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HSLOT Austin Residency 6, 10.3.22
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heshomeoflwt · 7 months
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rainbow lights for common people, louis reacting to rainbow lights for common people 💌💌
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all4theluvoflizzy · 3 months
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🌟 + Rocky?
Betty and Rocky has a very playful and "fluffy" relationship! They're both very affectionate and frequently cuddle and hold paws. They also love to goof around, exchange jokes, and sing together!
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bigbrainharry · 1 year
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I wish I could hear adore you for the first time again
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what characterizes the musical landscape of your mind? how does it shift and change? what do your internal surroundings sound like?
i often joke that my favorite genre of music is upbeat devastation but i really do think this has been true of the way that my body handles re-surfacing sensory triggers and memories. anything upbeat, synth, atmospheric, and dark tends to be right up my alley because it allows for some depth of darker emotions but still keeps me present. i can spin instead of spiral. for the most part.
listening to harry’s house, i’m struck by how well-keyed the entire album is to deep introspection. it truly does feel like a mental soundscape, and is very much the kind of music i feel kicking in with just enough force to brace me when i do my own self-reflection. there’s something really intimate (heh cinema) about experiencing an album that seems to so deftly characterize a process of freeing, explorative, generative, haunting, raw introspection—and being able to reflect on yourself within those synth strains.  
the album feels so vocally experimental, so generative, so full of possibility. to me it very much feels like an expansion of the vocal stylings harry had begun to explore in fine line. and i love that this experience feels so healing, so introspective, so full of hope in its approach to tackling harm. because god things can change. slowly, slowly. 
psychedelic atmospheric funk. explorational songwriting. haunting introspection in layered harmonics. 
god. i love this album.
more coherent thoughts to come later :) much love xx
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cherry-leclerc · 4 months
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lolita ☆ cs55
genre: age gap (10 years), porn with plot, affairs, forbidden romance, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, tragedy, erotic literature
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You were young, alluring, floating through a disastrous life with the touch of a thousand angels. Carlos was successful, irresistible and someone who often kept a distance from catastrophe. Never in a million years did he think he would have a complete moment of weakness…Especially the week of his wedding. 
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+... sexual tension, penetrative sex, dry humping, riding, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), semi - public sex, deepthroating, praise, fingering, handjobs, lots of dirty foreplay, slapping (like once AH), a bit of edging, overstimulation, a bit of crying, sucking on fingers, squirting - i should stop now, oh god.  
inspired by this and this !
STOP AND READ:
This by no means - in any shape or form - is something that should be admired or looked up to. It does deal with serious topics such as: grooming, suicide, and drugs. While the reader is of age (19), this is not my way of impulsing my own readers - especially younger ones, if by any chance they come across this - to follow this mindset. Dark themes will take place and if that is not something you are comfortable with, then that is okay, I definitely have more light hearted fics in my masterlist. “Love stories” aren’t always filled with flowers and rainbows, they can also be hurtful and confusing, often misunderstood. This is fictional. Given, this is inspired by Lolita and Blue Velvet by Lana Del Rey (*everyone cheers*) – what that means is that this story will not have a happy ending. Verses of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov are also mentioned (extremely controversial book - as it should be).
cherry here!…hi, guys! i hope you all enjoy and i’m gonna do it now: I’M SORRY. 
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She was as dangerous as poison could ever be - with no good intentions. She was malicious, sweet laughter that would make anyone fall in love. An Angel walking on Earth, curiously making it her playground. 
He was intelligent. A man of few words, but also simply so, the seven deadly sins all wrapped up in one. Keeping a distance from things he knew would bring him no good.
But in order to understand, we would have to take you back to where it all began. 
Where Paradise met Hell.
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Growing up in Italy for some odd reason made you out to be the girl you were. Men there would throw themselves at any opportunity if they saw a single daisy looking girl in eyesight. At first it felt as if you were walking a tightrope; you knew it wouldn’t be the wisest idea to fall straight into their traps. Except, slowly, it made sense.
They knew how to sweet talk someone so young and naive - you’ll give them that. It only took one taste and that was the moment you knew. 
You liked them older.
Men fucked in a way boys never would. Every single one would always put your needs first - but there was this one man that had you realizing how fucked up you could be in order to get what you want. That’s one prize you’d cheat to win.
And that’s a story for later.
-
Moving away for college was the best decision you felt you would ever make in your entire life. Given, Italy was home, but the people in it weren’t. Often, you find yourself missing your rendezvous but studying abroad in Spain wasn’t much different.
Note; you didn’t grow up with a tight knit family. Your mother was a drug addict with half of her days knocked out on the couch, your father was someone who was occasionally in the picture. He tried his best.
And your older sister, Ollie? 
Well, you’d honestly forgotten you even had one. 
Some may say that you’re a whore, a slut, a homewrecker, or any other Spanish slur that spits Madrid, but you never cared. You were having fun and why were you the one always being blamed? Perhaps, men, too, should think with their heads rather than their dicks.
Which is how you find yourself still repeating the familiar pattern you had started a long time ago. Riding your professor shouldn’t feel this good. Mierda, he would groan as you bounce up and down like a bunny. Mewling, you shake the feeling of remorse. Not when he felt this good. 
Your phone ringing is what makes you stop, him still inside of you, twitching. Ciao? His calloused fingers would slide up to pinch your nipples as you lightly gasped. 
“Tesoro! Haven’t heard your voice in so long.”
Your father’s tone makes you wince at the reminder. Occasionally, he would check up on you in a way you would assume other fathers did for their daughters. You could never hate him, though. In his own way, deep down, he still cared.
“Papi, how are you?”
Sliding off of his lap, you zip your dress back on as you pace the lecture room. Bored, he takes out his secret whiskey from under his desk. Your sister is getting married in a few weeks! I was thinking you could fly back home so you could join us. The thought alone made your stomach churn as you bit down onto your thumb. Signaling at the older man, you click your fingers, hinting for a glass of your own. He obliges, handing it to you.
“I’m busy with summer courses. Maybe I can send a gift?”
You try everything in the book in order to get out of what seems like a crappy, dull, Italian wedding. It had been ages since you last stepped foot there. In no right mind would Ollie’s wedding be the one to change that. But he says things that get to you. I haven’t seen you in years. Neither has your sister. She misses you, you know?
You bite down on a snarky remark as you down the rest of the gold liquid. Last time you spoke, she promised that you were dead to her. That she never wanted to hear from you again. In the moment, it hurt, but you grew used to the idea. And what younger sister doesn’t pick up on what older sister says? Now, you despised her as much as she did you.
“Ovviamente. I’ll be there.”
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It’s hot as soon as you land. That you didn’t miss. Ale, your fathers chauffeur, picks you up with a bright smile. Saddened, it dawns on you that you hadn’t seen one of those in ages. He’s nice. Let's you sit in the passenger's seat as he introduces himself. He mentions he has 5 granddaughters and has been married for almost 50 years. It’s sweet. Makes you feel human.
Pulling into the driveway, you almost want to correct him. This isn’t my fathers house. You must be mistaken. Only, he says he isn’t. That he had recently moved into his Italian mansion a year ago. You’re skeptical for a minute, but realize you can’t be one to tell. Years have passed; things change.
Still, that didn’t stop you from gawking at the ginormous house that sits on a hill; overlooking all of Tuscany. It even had a beautiful view of the ocean. Why couldn’t you grow up with this?
“I’ll inform your father that you have arrived safely.”
Taking it all in, you slowly pace the entrance, analyzing everything in sight. The crystals hanging from the chandelier, large - expensive - portraits, shiny mirrors. Quirking your head to the side, you glide over to the golden trophy sitting in the middle of the spacious entry.
Carlos Sainz Sr. : Rally Driver of-
“That belonged to my father. He passed away a year ago.”
Startled, you grip onto the trophy tighter as you slightly jump in panic. You curse yourself for being caught as you delicately place it back down before turning your attention to the booming voice.
Instantly, you’re hit with lust. Standing in front of you is a tall man - around his 20’s, perhaps - dark brown eyes narrowed down on you like knives. Messy, untamed, brown hair. Large nose, plump lips, dark brows. His figure is something you can’t wrap your head around that even exists. Richard Mille's watch clung onto his wrist. Giorgio Armani pressed up against his chest, it almost looked as if it didn’t fit due to his rippling muscles. Woody, rich, scent filling up the room. 
He was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. 
“I am so, so, sorry.”
Your voice is so soft, it has him intrigued. You wore a short pastel yellow dress that didn’t leave much to his imagination; paired with converse and tube socks. Rosy tint on your cheekbones from the humidity. Berry lips. Wide, innocent eyes. He’d be lying if he said you didn’t take his own breath away. Even though you stood far enough away, he could still smell your vanilla perfume. 
Inching closer, he waves you off. “I was kidding. My father is well and alive.” You tippy toe nervously before planting your feet back down. 
“That’s not a nice thing to say.”
And he’s surprised with your response. Yet, he finds himself extending his tan hand out to you. “I’m Carlos.”
Carlos. His name sounds as attractive as his appearance. Strong and sure. But also…dark. You shake his hand, legs quivering at his warm touch. Deep down, he knew how much he affected you - it’s something he’s grown quite accustomed to, having people admire his looks, but it took a lot to not show that you had the same effect on him.
“Nice to meet you, Carlos. Do you work for my father?”
Amused, he lets out a deep chuckle. Even a simple sound like that had you pressing your legs together, arousal dripping in between. 
“You don’t know who I am?” You shake your head, confused. Should you? He smiles. “That’s okay. We haven’t met before…Though you should get to know me since you’re already here…”
Wait.
“You know,” he leans his head a bit, floppy hair following, “Ollie.”
No, no, no.
“It’s so nice to finally meet my fiancée’s sister.”
Foolishly, you try your best to hide your surprise. How does a man like him end up with a bratty, narcissist, like your sister?
What was so fucking special about her?
Envy fills your veins as you try to show that this hasn’t phased you. Excited cheers echo down the hallway as your father runs over, embracing you into a warm hug. You’re here! Wincing, you lean into his touch, eyes still trained on the magnetic man. 
Only then, did Ollie fly down the stairs, immediately running into Carlos’ arms. Making a big deal out of it, she kisses him as she runs her hands against his chest. 
“Come here, tesoro. I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
The entire time; Carlos kept his eyes trained on you. 
-
It didn’t make sense. Part of you knows it never will. You’ve only just met him, but you can tell he must’ve been fucked in the head to willingly choose someone like Ollie. Sure, she seemed sweet and kind, but she was anything but that. 
Dinner that night is carbonara. Carlos is extremely talented. He cooked this just for you. Tight lipped, you thank him, looking down at your plate to avoid his burning gaze. 
“How’s school?”
Turning to your father, you remind yourself that you were here for him; because he wanted you there. That’s all that should matter. “Very good. Thank you for asking, papi.”
The sound of glass hitting the table erupts as Carlos hurriedly goes to pick it up, quickly murmuring a strong apology. His dark gaze shortly flickers past you. It leaves you squirming. 
Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his wine. “Where do you study?” Spain, you tell him as he beams. “No way. I was born and raised in Madrid. Moved to Italy a few years ago for work.” Letting out a laugh, you find the coincidence funny. He moved from Spain to Italy and you moved from Italy to Spain. 
“What do you do for work?”
“He’s a Formula 1 driver. Drives for Scuderia Ferrari,” Ollie weasels in as she smirks down on you. Anger bubbles inside of her when your attention remains on the Spaniard. Drumming your fingers against the table, you lick your lips. Formula 1? He’s about to explain it all up until Ollie butts in once again. She rubs his hand, a glistening ring shining right in front of you. You physically have to force yourself to look away. “Oh, amor, she doesn’t know what that is. She’s too…young.” 
You know she’s trying to make a weak point: you’re only a baby, therefore, you don’t compare to her. And yes, you are young, 19, but it was stupid of her to think that it bothered you. You tsk before leaning back against your chair. 
“Of course, my mistake. I forgot I was still a pure flower instead of a wilting one.”
Ollie’s face switches to bright red as she grips onto his hand. An entertained smile slips onto his lips before flattening back out. He rubs her hand, trying to calm her down. You can’t stop the jealousy burning from within.
“I didn’t mean you, Mr. Sainz.”
The 29 year old brushed you as if nothing, a smile displayed. Eyeing you both, Ollie suddenly stands up, chair screeching. Why don’t you help me bring out the cookies I baked? Ever so gracefully, you nod. Following after her, you stop suddenly as she spins, hair slapping her face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Are you here to ruin my life with your existence?”
“I might.”
Her left eye twitches as she growls angrily. If she didn’t make it this easy to tick her off, then you’d be bored, but luckily for you, it was unchallenging to get under her skin. “This is my wedding; my future husband - so don’t fuck that up like everything else you’ve ever done.”
You try to pretend as if her words didn’t affect you as you stare back blankly. Marching over to the counter, she opens up a box of cookies before sliding them onto a polished dish, leaving you standing there alone.
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You thank the higher Gods for not letting you cross roads with Ollie for the next few days. Though, you’re a bit bummed out that you haven’t seen Carlos much either. Peeking out the window, you could see the way a group of workers hurried to set up for the joint bachelorette taking place later that night, right on the beach. The waves look magnificent, so without a second thought, you slip on a bikini before rushing out the door with your necessities. 
Lathering a goop of coconut sunscreen, you hum softly to yourself. Weren’t you going out with your sister? Looking up, you see Carlos standing in front of you with his face slightly scrunched up from the bright sun. His cheeks looked as if they’d just been pinched. “Where to?”
He takes a seat next to you. “She said she was going out to go buy a few flowers for later. Said she would invite you.” You shake your head, already bored with the idea.
“You know her,” you tap your head, “Forgetful.”
He cocks his head to the side as he shuts his right eye for a moment. “You two don’t get along, do you?” You try making up a silly excuse. Of course we do. We’re sisters. But he’s looking right into your orbs as if he sees right past your weak attempts. “You’re right. I could be wrong.”
It stays quiet for a while - only the soft breeze being heard. You can see him from your peripheral vision; eyes shut as he takes in the moment of peace he hasn’t had since dawn. Long lashes fan his face, freckles scattered all over. 
“Aren’t you too busy to be talking to me?”
“No. Plus, I should take time to get to know my future sister-in-law. Especially since I don't know anything about her even after dating her sister for 7 years.”
7 years.
Squinting at the waves, you slide your sunglasses on. “There’s not much to know, but I can try. I’m 19 years old, studying abroad in Spain, and grew up in Italy. I love the ocean, love a nice cup of hot chocolate - even though I’m allergic - so I only allow myself small sips during the winter. I like to pretend I know how to dance and I kill it in karaoke.” He laughs. You can’t dance? “Unfortunately, I can’t. Once, during my friend's wedding reception, I twirled right into her cake. I spent the entire day on supervision.”
“Dios mío…Remind me to watch out for you on our wedding day.”
Our wedding day. His words slightly sting as you pinch your nose swiftly. Standing up, you brush beads of sand off your legs. Your eyes roam the area before you find your father waving you over. “I should go,” you say as you look down at him. His brown eyes scan you before nodding and standing up. He, too, looks over to where your father waits to introduce you to a group of businessmen. He frowns and that's when you realize just how revealing your bikini might have been, only it's too late now.
“Papi always taught us to greet our elders.”
He clenches his jaw, eyes closing for a second. When his gaze meets yours, you almost choke with how dark and twisted it’s become. “Aren’t you too old to be calling him that?” Confused, you tilt your head.
“Calling him wh- Papi?”
He grinds his teeth together - and then just like that - he’s smiling again. 
“Forget it. How would I know?”
-
Standing next to an empty table, you watch as Carlos and your sister dance along with everyone else. This party has allowed you to pick up on the fact that they seemed to be a much more important couple than you had anticipated. Everyone looked at the Spaniard as if he were a God himself - and being quite truthful - you would agree. There was nothing about him that wasn’t flawless. 
Then, Ollie, just looked like any other person. Her eyes were bright, but any time anyone would walk up to him, her stare would become threatening. As if she was his owner and no one else could get close enough to breathe the same air.
Everyone here was older; that much you could tell. Attendees were accompanied by girlfriends or fiancée’s of their own. It made you feel a bit childish, since you clearly were the youngest one there. Reaching out for your margarita, you twirl the straw.
“Not having fun?”
Your attention directs itself to a dirty, blondish, brunette. He looks a bit tipsy, face flushed as he smiles sweetly. He’s tall, handsome. But not as much as Carlos.
“Max,” he introduces himself. Politely, you shake his hand. He points to the large group that dances on the sand. He lets out a croaky laugh. “They could get a bit much sometimes.” You laugh, nodding along with him. He continues talking to you. Brings up how he knows Carlos from driving with him; except he’s signed to Red Bull.
“Everyone here is invited only if they're a driver, huh?” It’s a lame joke, but he laughs and throws his head back as if it were the most fascinating thing he’s heard all night. 
“It’s a small circle, but I promise, they're all nice lads.” Discreetly, he takes in your appearance. The way your black dress dances with the wind. Painted red nails glistening under the golden lights. 
You were beautiful. Tragically, beautiful.
“You know the groom or the bride?”
“Bride.”
He nods, taking a sip of the beer bottle he had been nursing. You both continue your conversation for a while longer. He’s Dutch. Recently 26. You mention your headache before he brushes his fingers against your hand. Looking down, he pulls away before clearing his throat. He apologizes and asks if you would like to dance. A soft melody now plays and you find yourself taking his hand. It's big as yours disappears into it.
Almost as if he’s shy, he carefully slides his hands down to your waist. You giggle as you throw yours over his shoulders. “I hope slowing down helps get rid of your migraine. Sucks. I get lots of those during race weekends.” 
“It is. Thank you for caring.”
He’s sweet. You can tell with the way he blushes when you mention the way you like his dimples. Slowly, you find yourself enjoying his company. You’re in the middle of laughing at some stupid joke he just told, when someone rudely clears their throat. Carlos’ smile appears bitter as he shakes his head.
“I’m sorry - I’ve probably killed the mood.”
“No problem, mate. We were just talking.”
He clicks his tongue before turning to you. Under his scrutiny, you feel as if you’ve just been caught smoking weed for the first time. Dazed, you hum, waiting for him to say something. You know it’s not your place to feel as if he owes you an apology, but you can’t help it. 
“Ollie said it’s best if you went to bed.” You let out a sarcastic laugh. Since when does she care if I get a good night's rest? He huffs before running a hand through his hair. “She - she…Just do as you’re told, please.”
Now you’re bothered. Up until that point, you were actually having a good time. Dumbfounded, you turn to Max as he smiles understandingly. Pursing your lips, you apologize. Tippy toeing, you lean up to press a kiss against his stubble. He smiles.
“See you around?”
“See you around, Maxie.”
Walking into the lonely house, you let out a sigh as you pour yourself a cup of water. The summer heat had completely dehydrated you. You could still hear the soft beat playing from outside as you sway in the kitchen. You were upset - angry - that your sister had cut your night short. And any other time you would have put up a good fight, but thought it’d be best to not make a fool out of yourself. Especially in front of people you barely knew.
The door sliding open has you alert as you look up. Carlos silently makes his way in as he groans with exhaustion. Loopy eyes match yours as he clears his throat awkwardly. “So…What were you talking about with Max?”
“Nothing that should concern you.”
His jaw clenches, a large hand running along it. Stepping closer, he takes your cup of water before chugging it down. It leaves you hot and bothered just how close he is. It’s a mixture of salt and musk, his scent. It makes your head spin. Lazily, he takes a step back before nodding.
“Right. Have a good night.”
-
Carlos knew he had messed up. He had no right lying and saying Ollie had ordered for you to go to bed. That was completely him. It’s just that - seeing you with Max, laughing, smiling, made him seethe - when he knows damn well that he shouldn’t. It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend, after all. 
So, he was embarrassed. He kept his distance. In his head it made sense. If you weren’t near then he wouldn’t feel the need to keep his eyes on you all the time. The house felt lonelier, colder without you sliding down the hallways. Rightfully so, you had spent your days locked up in your room. The only person that made happy was Ollie.
Either way, maybe it was for the best. He had a ton of shit to do. Starting with changing their honeymoon destination for what seemed like the millionth time that month. First, it was the Maldives, then Cancún - God - he knew that in a few hours his fiancée would come up with a new place. 
“I know, I know we said that, but it’s changed.” He paces the office, stressed. “Can you please just make it fucking happen?”
“Ouch.”
Turning his attention, he sees you peeking at the entrance, phone still pressed up against his ear. Pouting, you enter, sweet aroma filling the room. Excusing himself, he ends the call. “Need anything?” He honestly cared for your response. It had been days without seeing you and he was afraid he blew it before he even had a chance to marry your sister. He told himself it was only because he cared for your relationship with Ollie. But fuck that - he knew not even you both cared that much about each other.
Shaking your head, you walk closer. “You sounded mean. Not a nice look on you, Mr. Sainz.” You’re teasing. You had to be. 
“That wasn’t mean. It's called being straight forward.”
Ignoring him, you curiously eye the dark office. Books, trophies, helmets. Letting out a snort, you pick up the nearest picture frame. In it, it’s Carlos and Ollie, smiling wide. Tears brim her eyes as he looks down at her. The sight makes you want to puke. 
“When was this taken?”
“The day of our engagement.”
You hum, already setting it back down. You can’t help but picture the impossible. That in the picture it was you instead of her, that you wore that diamond ring, that he looked at you. 
Fuck her, honestly. 
“Why’d you propose?”
He’s thrown off by your question. He’s expecting you to bring up the fact that it was a joke, but when you looked back for a response, he found himself with a dry mouth. Because I love her?
“Jesus,” you shudder, taking a seat on top of his desk. His eyes wander down your tan legs as you rest them on top of his chair. You're playing mind games - he’s well aware -  and still he found himself following them. You were the worst temptation out there. It’s as if you knew the power you held. “I bet fucking her is a chore.”
Shocked at your words, he finds himself dumbstruck. He knew you two didn’t get along, but what the fuck happened for you to aim such insults? 
He knows Ollie. Sure, she was a bit much at times, but she was nice. She was pretty. There was no need for your vile words. 
You can tell he’s about to get defensive about her and that makes you shrink. Willing, you had handed him a reason to choose her over you. 
Looking back at the picture, you purse your lips. “Sorry. That wasn't the right thing to say.”
“You should leave.”
You’re embarrassed over him kicking you out, but you knew you had crossed the line. So much for a peaceful afternoon. You comply, jumping off the desk. Not before making your way over, pressing your soft lips against his neck, which was the only place you could reach, even after tippy toeing. You felt him get stiff. 
“Excuse my manners, Carlos.”
Skipping out the door, he’s left with a single thought. 
He’s fucked. 
-
The next morning, you’re forced to spend the day with your sister. Whether it was for running errands, fighting; it didn’t matter. As long as you made your father happy. All he wanted was for his girls to get along. 
“Go,” Ollie growls as she hands you your bridesmaid dress. Snatching it from her, you slowly climb up the stairs to your room. 
It’s a beautiful dress. Strong, dark, cherry red. Just like blood. It hugs your curves the way you’ve always thought all dresses should. For that reason, too, it made you look…older. Trying your best to get rid of the wrinkles, you smooth it down before making your way back. 
Papi loves it as he starts throwing out compliments. You look beautiful, tesoro! You are a true gem. His eyes are bright and proud as you stand there with a shy smile. And though you thanked him, nothing else mattered but the man right in front of you. 
The Spaniard had just gotten back from a meeting. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep the rest of the day, but as soon as he saw a balsé Ollie and an eager father-in-law, he was interested. She had told him to go relax; practically pushing him away. But as soon as you walked down those stairs, he swore his heart had never melted with such a sight. 
His eyes became fixated to the point of no return. You stand there like a divine temptress. A siren who was mixed with innocence. Enough to drool over, but also, to adore from afar. Someone he could worship. If God decided this were his last day on Earth, then he would happily follow, since he finally felt as if his life were complete. 
His big brown eyes are glued onto you as your father spins you. Ollie’s attention flickers between her younger sister and her fiancé. Tears fill up her eyes as she springs off the couch. You’re not bothered by it; don’t even bat an eye. That is until Carlos quickly runs off after her. That was a slap to the face as you show off a wounded smile to your father who stands there lost at the sudden commotion. 
Later on that day, you find yourself trying to forget it all with watered down tequila. That’s really all you could find in such short notice. Leaning against the balcony, you study the soft waves, cold wind causing your skin to flash small goosebumps. 
“Disgusting,” you mumble as you finish the rest of the alcoholic drink. Who knew a simple encounter would set you off?
“Woah there. Are you okay?”
Max cautiously steps closer as you shrug with a sigh. What was there to say? I’m a horrible person. I’m a horrible sister. And yes, we might not get along, but never in a million years did I think I would be falling in love with my future brother-in-law. 
“What are you doing up so late?”
Sheepishly, he raises his cigarette. Letting out a low hum, you raise a brow. “Can I have one?” He knows he shouldn't be the one to give a teenager a form of drug, but you looked so upset, so drained, that he felt as if you needed it. Lighting it up, you bring it up to your lips as you squint at him. He laughs. 
“First time?”
“No. It’s just been a while.”
You’re still not looking at him, but he notices the way you let out shaky breaths. The way you softly pinch your forearm. He frowns. 
“I know we only just met, but do you want to talk about it?”
And maybe it was the gist of the moment. Or that he was being sweet - showing that he cared, but it worked because next thing you knew, you were kissing. He lets out an erotic moan with the taste of your lips. All a mix of cigarettes and tequila. This is wrong. He was friends with Carlos and you were only doing this in a moment of weakness, but you just couldn’t stop. Neither could he. Not when you tasted like a thousand crimes. 
His large hands grab your ass as you gasp, brushing against his cock. He hissed as he pressed his lips much harder. Surely, you will have bruises tomorrow. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you grind against him. Clumsily, you both make your way to the couch that’s nearby. Straddling him, you continue to dry humping. Slowly, but surely, the warm sensation between your legs starts to form. Panting, you pull away as he tries to angle his face closer to yours. You smile tauntingly. 
“You know what you remind me of?”
You hum, leisurely picking up your filthy actions. He bites back a smile as he grips harder onto your hips. 
“A Lolita.”
A menacing smile looks down at him before you kiss down his thick neck, soft bites being left behind. You can’t recall the moment you start bouncing on his cock, or when he sprawls you open like a map, kneeling down in front of you. It’s all a haze; a delicious one, too. You’re falling like a feather from your climax when you hear a thud. Did you hear that? No, he would mumble as he peppers kisses onto your soft skin. 
The tides are crashing harder now, signaling that the night was growing older. Timidly, you share a goodbye as you start to skip your way back into your room, but one last thing caught your attention.
A broken flower pot on its side and dirt trailing into the Italian home. 
-
More days had passed since your last encounter with the devilish Spaniard. If you were ever in the same room, he wouldn’t even glance at you. He would simply just walk past by. He was mad. Upset about something. You tried to think of what it might’ve been, but when he walked into his office with an infuriated expression, you decided it was time to call a truce. 
Knocking, you flinch at his sharp tone when he commands you away. Ignoring it, you still step in. Head thrown against his chair, man spreading, he has his eyes screwed shut.
“Are you okay?”
Your tone is sticky like honey. It annoys him the way it strings him in. Drumming his finger against the large chair, he angles his head to look at you. You’re almost scared to ask again, so you decide to stand still until he speaks up. 
“Why’d you do it?”
Puzzled, you purse your lips, waiting for further explanation. What was he talking about? Did you do something to make him upset? The thought alone made you feel queasy. When he notices you still don’t understand, he clicks his tongue. 
“Why would you fuck a friend of mine?”
Oh. Was it possible that this was something he was jealous of? Bewildered, you know you can’t deny it so you start to word-vomit. I am so sorry, Carlos. He came onto me that night - he kissed me first. I was confused. I was lured in by his words. I didn’t know what I was doing-
His eyes soften up as you try your best to break it down. But you were a liar; a good one. You knew damn well it was all you. You had kissed him first. You threw him under the bus and you knew that. Did he deserve it? No. Of course not. But you couldn't handle the Spaniard being mad at you.
He signals for you to get closer. Securely, he grasps your hand and hauls you onto his lap. It’s embarrassing how wet you’ve suddenly become; how your mind replicates a plate of jello. 
“I’m sorry he made you feel like that.”
His rough fingers slide up and down your arms and even that leaves you buzzing. Suddenly, you feel feeble. You assure him that you were fine - that it was no big deal. The way he looks at you is what gives you the confidence to lean in closer. A trace of panic slashes his face for a second. He should probably stop this before anything else happens. There was nothing okay about your ass pressed up against him. Or him craving to taste your plump lips. 
“He didn’t make me feel anything I haven't before.”
Your implication irks him far too much, he starts to consider this all an unhealthy encounter. He can’t stop the images of you being with other men. Someone else kissing you, pleasuring you. Whilst your words were suggestive, your features were anything but that. Wide eyes stare back at him, slightly crinkled. Moving your body, you scoot closer as if you weren't already. He growls as he pinches your hip. Then, you're kissing his neck, and he should be pushing you off, but he’s too far gone to pick up on how wrong this all was. I’m sorry I’ve upset you, Mr. Sainz. I didn’t think you would care who fucked me or not.
“I-I don’t. It’s just that you shouldn't be doing stuff like that. You’re too young for all that.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m wiser than one might think. I’m mature enough to know who can and can’t fuck me the way I like.” Your gaze focuses extra hard with your confession. As if it were meant for him.
Pressing your ass one last time against his tight pants, you leap off, giggling. 
“Take care, Carlos.”
-
It's a business dinner, your father fills you in as you sit nearby, enjoying a bowl of ice cream, hairollers dangling around your head. Pouting, you reach up to clip one back into place. He smiles.
“You know, lots of young, talented guys are going to be here. It could be a great opportunity to meet someone.”
You make a face at his idea. “Yeah. No, thank you.” Marching over to him, you gently pat his cheek. “I’m not here to meet anyone.”
Signhing, he grabs your hands. “Can I ask you something?” 
“Sure.”
“Are you and Carlos…” Choking on your own saliva, you push away. What? No. Of course not! Why would you even think that? He lets out a breath of relief. “It’s nothing. Ollie just brought it up, but I told her you would never actually do something like that. I know my precious girl.”
The door creaks open as Satan herself walks in, followed by an Angel. First thing you noticed are their intertwined hands. Ollie tries to be coy as she flashes the action right in front of you. She mainly greets your father as she sticks by Carlos like a piece of gum. Hello, he would say to you as you bite back a smile.
“What are we talking about?”
“Your sister might have a boyfriend by the end of the night, that's what,” your father jokes as you slap his shoulder. Boyfriend? The Spaniard’s eyes burn you, subtle threat evident. Ollie fakes a smile as she tugs him back a bit.
“Wow. You know what? That might actually be a good idea. Could help with how uptight you are. But I’m confused, boyfriend as in Max?”
Fury fills you as you shoot daggers right at her. Ollie’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction. You’re dating Max? “Of course not, papi! Ollie is just being a bitch.”
“No, no, no - I don’t think telling the truth is being a bitch. You should be happy, baby sister! You sure sounded like it when you let him fuck you out in the balcony.”
Shocked at her words, you can’t bring yourself to look at your father who stands disappointed. Ollie, that's enough, Carlos warns as he squeezes her hand. She yanks it away, jewelry clinging against each other. 
“My bad. Shit, I forgot. I forgot no one knew what a slut you are. Opening your legs for any man around you. We’re lucky you’re not attracted to your own father.” She lets out a sour laugh. “Now, that would be fucked up.”
“That’s low, Ollie,” you spit, skin feeling as if it's on fire. You know where all this pent up anger is coming from, but she had no right to make up shit for fun. What kind of sister does that? Embarrassed, your eyes flicker to where Carlos stands with a hopeless expression. Licking your lips, you force yourself to walk away.
Slamming the door shut, you let out a loud scream. Why? Why was she always like this to you? A hard knock is what makes you wipe your tears away. Ollie slithers her way in. It hurt you how proud she looked. As if she had achieved something spectacular. 
“The fuck - Are you crying?”
“What do you want?”
She takes a seat on your desk as she dusts off imaginary lint. “I just want to talk. The way sisters do.”
Ricocheting off the bed, you march over to her as you glare. “Sisters? No. You’re nothing of mine.” Ollie yawns as she rubs her eyes. Then, she clears her throat.
“Do you want to know why I hate you? You’re so stupid you probably don’t even know, but don’t worry - that’s what older sisters are for. I’ll explain it to you. Do you remember, Romeo?”
You do. It hits you all at once; the memories of the first man you ever slept with. He was nice - kind enough to teach you what a man likes. He had jet black hair, a smirk always lingering on his lips. He was tall and a local from where you grew up. He was the perfect experience. 
But that still didn’t make any sense. What did he have to do with Ollie?
She lets out a wet laugh. Already, you can see her own tears as she tries to quickly wipe them away. 
“I loved you; I did. You were my sister before my enemy. But I also loved him. He was my first love. Promised me a home high up in the hills. But do you know what it feels like to see someone you love fuck your little sister against a wall?”
We probably shouldn’t-
Don’t worry. I’ve got you. No ones going to see us. Men love a good thrill.
“You and him…”
She licks her chapped lips. “We had barely started dating.” 
“I didn’t know - I swear to God, I didn’t know!”
If you had, you never would’ve looked his way. Ollie was everything to you growing up. You admired her. Loved her. That’s why it broke you when she started pushing you away as if you were some disease. Later, when your parents got a divorce, she didn’t second guess it when she made the decision to stay behind; causing you to leave with your mother. She never cared for you after that and you never knew why.
But now you did.
“I was young…Younger than I am now, how was I supposed to know?”
“Well, I’m glad we agree on something. You truly don’t know anything.” Strolling over to you, she smiles at your desperate state. “Which is why I’m not making the same mistake twice. Stay away from my husband.”
-
Ollie’s words felt as if they had opened up past scars. You meant what you said. Romeo would have been someone you would have disregarded if you had known the truth. But like always, you were the one with the entire blame and that you didn’t like.
Despite wearing a pretty dress - one that everyone gawked at you for - you felt ugly. Has it always been this way? Maybe it did make sense as to why she despised you. Playing with your bracelets, you try to pretend you’re interested in meeting your fathers investors. You feel completely exposed when they all stare straight at your chest area.
“How are we all doing?”
They all look up at the Spanirad as they start spitting out their congratulations for his upcoming wedding. He thanks them before checking up on you. His eyes connect with yours. Butterflies swirl inside your stomach as you smile weakly. He’s the first one to truly talk to you that night. To show he cares about your wellbeing rather than the way your dress fits you. Though, you looked stunning as always. Excusing yourself, you make your way into the kitchen, looking for something stronger.
Serving yourself a shot of vodka, you throw your head back, burning sensation sliding down your throat. Coughing, you grip onto the counter. Soft moans whisper in between the walls. You stop breathing for a minute as you try your best to identify where it might be coming from. Striding closer, you press your ear against the closet door. Fuck, a mans voice groans. This is not something you should intervene with, it's not your right, but that all changes when you hear a name that makes you burn all over again. So fucking tight, Ollie.
Pushing the door open, you see your sister banging one of your fathers investors. Ben, you think his name is. Honestly, you could care less. Briskly, she pushes her gown back down as he zips his pants. You let out a cold laugh as you clap in amusement.
“Oh, God. This is great. Amazing. You really outdid yourself, Ol.”
Stepping forwards, she grabs your arm harshly as she tugs you out. “How much did you see?”
You purse your lips as you theatrically scrunch your face up in pleasure. “Oh, Ben! Fuck me! Oh, oh, yes, baby, right there!” You bow. “That much.”
“How old are you, sweetheart?” The brunette says as he scans your body. Ollie glares at him as he steps back.
“Not a word of this to Carlos.”
“Why would I keep this a secret? He deserves to know. What do you think, Benny?”
Panicked, the older man shakes his head as his eyes plead for mercy. That’s enough. Raising your hands up in defense, you grin back at Ollie. “You’re not mentioning anything if you know what's good for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” You tilt your head back. “And what’s good for me?”
“If you tell him anything of what you just heard - saw - then I’ll just tell him how you’ve been bending over for every man in this house. Charles, Lando, Lewis, Pierre…you name it.”
“He won’t believe you…”
She laughs sinisterly. “No, I think he will. I mean…You’ve already done it before.”
“Hey,” his soft voice enters the room as you turn to look at him. The Spaniard’s eyes dance between you and your sister and Ben. “Is something wrong?”
Ollie shakes her head with a bright smile as she walks up and kisses him. You flinch. “Nothing, amor. We were just talking.” She runs her hands through his hair as his eyes remain on you. 
“Are you okay?” 
Nodding, you grind your teeth together. “Yes. Ollie was just introducing me to Ben.” Awkwardly, the man waves from behind you. Slowly, Carlos nods.
“Papi asked me to introduce them. You know - with the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing!”
“He was serious about tha- Oh. Okay.” He reaches down to take your sister's hand as he eyes you and Ben. “We should probably leave you two alone then.”
Hastily, you nod. “Sure.”
-
If you were willing to try and fix your relationship with Ollie before, then that was long gone. This is what you knew her for. A pretender. She wistfully makes everyone believe she’s some sort of saint, when really, she’s a wolf in sheep's clothing. She’s a hypocrite. She has a man that everyone desires and she does this? 
You hated her.
You hated seeing the way she beams when Carlos’ mother gives her a necklace that belonged to her own mother. She didn’t deserve it. Or the way his sisters helped her slip in and out of her dress, making sure it's perfect for the big day.
Still, you try your best to be a supportive sister. Especially around the woman who raised a man like Carlos. Biting down on your lip, you take a sip of your champagne as Ollie disappears behind the curtains with the lady who is taking some last minute measurements. Reyes smiles warmly.
“We didn’t know Ollie had a younger sister.”
You smile. “Best well kept secret, right?” The older lady laughs. Your heart warms up as you notice it's the same way Carlos does. Ana and Blanca grin.
“Well, we’re glad to finally get to know you. Might I add, you’re beautiful. Those eyes!”
“Thank you,” you blush.
Ana takes a sip of her drink before clicking her fingers. “That’s what you remind me of! You - Carlos - almost have the same puppy eyes!” She turns to her mother. “Mamá! What’s that saying? Soulmates look alike…Something like that, no?”
“Be quiet, Ani,” Blanca hisses before smiling apologetically. “Excuse her - she can be a bit invasive.”
“No problem,” you reassure as you bite back a smile. Ana frowns.
“Lo siento, I don’t mean to come off as overbearing. It’s just that you do…”
Reyes clears her throat as she winks over at her daughter. “Don’t misunderstand us, please. We love Ollie, we do! It’s just…you’re different.” She examines you. “I like you.”
Their words stick with you like a post it. Do soulmates look alike? Playing with the sand, you circle your finger agonizingly slow. Why did their words matter so much to you?
“I always find you alone.”
You stick your tongue out at Carlos as he chuckles at your childish behavior. You pat the sand, inviting him to join you. What are you doing out here? You point at the ocean. “I told you it was my favorite place.” 
“Ah. I see.” 
You sneak in a quick look before looking straight ahead. “Nervous?”
“About?”
“Marrying a monster.”
He gives you a deadpan look, bumping his shoulder to yours. “She’s not that bad, you know.” He glances at you. “Ollie has been there for me through so much. Through my failures. Through my accomplishments. She’s the one who convinced me not to quit racing.”
“You were thinking of quitting?”
He nods. “It’s not as easy as it looks. It fucks you up mentally. But she…” He smiles. “She helped me overcome that. I thank her everyday for it.”
It’s a bittersweet feeling hearing him talk about her like that. On one hand, you’re thankful that she had made him realize that he should carry on doing what he loved. On the other, you knew her true reasons. She loved having a famous fiancé; someone she can brag out to the rest of the world.
Somewhere, far away, you hear a melody. It’s low enough that if you didn’t pay close attention, you wouldn’t catch on to it, but you did. You grab his hand, leading him to stand up. He quirks a full brow. 
“Want to dance?”
“I thought you said you didn’t know how to.”
“Nice memory, old man.” You gently kick some sand towards him. “But I feel like dancing. Plus, you should be practicing.”
Tugging you closer, he hums. “Alright. Only because that's true.”
His hands feel warm against you - so much so - it feels as if he’s on fire. An ease comes to it, too, as you both sway under the moonlight. You giggle when he spins you, dress flying around you like petals. The way you grin makes his heart speed up in a way he’s never felt before. It’s alarming. He pinches your hip as you yelp.
“Mentirosa.”
“Wha- No, I’m not! Can’t dance to save my life.” Clumsily, you dig your toes into the sand. He winces playfully. 
The air grows heavy the moment he brushes your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean against his warm hand. One look, and he’s hooked. It’s meant to be something lighthearted, but the way he wishes to feel your soft lips against his indicates that it’s not. He’s tried his best to see you for what you are; his fiancée’s little sister. Someone he shouldn’t find himself caring if they slept well, ate their three meals a day, or that they didn’t talk to any other man that wasn’t him or your father. This was sick and twisted and yet…
His lips meet yours as your eyes spring open for a nanosecond before letting yourself go under. It feels as if you’re exploding like firecrackers on a Fourth of July. Something about the way he cradles your face endearingly has your head spinning. Knees become weak, but his grip is secure. It’s better than you could have ever imagined. His tongue fights for dominance and when you don’t give it to him, he squeezes your ass. Moaning, you open your mouth and that's all it took. He kisses you the way you’ve seen in movies - only better. He’s hungry - desperate - for you as you smile against him. Biting down on his bottom lip, he groans as he kisses you harder than before. You were beginning to think your lips were about to snap. 
Letting go, he stands there, staggered. He’s ashamed when he realizes that he regrets nothing. You both stay quiet; only waves crashing and heavy pants being heard. At first you think he’s going to apologize, and maybe that might have been the case, but no words would come out. Pressing a peck against his swollen lips, you smile.
“Goodnight, Carlos.”
-
Carlos rues the day that he kissed you because that only made things more complicated. He couldn’t find a way to not look for you when he walks into the garden, full of family and friends. Or the way he would want to punch Max when he made you laugh. But there is also something sweet. Like the way you would gossip with his sisters and share stories with his parents. He had never seen them laugh and smile so much, not even with Ollie. 
He flinches at the cold hand that wraps around his own. Faking a smile, he presses a soft kiss on top of his fiancée’s head. Continuing the clicking against her glass, she smiles widely. 
“Grazie a tutti per esservi uniti a noi!”
Everyone claps and a few of the drivers whistle. Rolling your eyes, you lean your head against your father’s shoulder. His heart skips a beat. Ollie continued her speech filled with thank you’s, thank you’s and more thank you’s. Your father kissed your cheek before making his way up to his eldest. Taking the microphone from Ollie, he starts to share warm felt memories about her. You have to admit, you’re jealous about their bond. Somewhere in the past, that had been viciously stolen from you. He notices the way you shrink with sadness and he finds himself about to walk over to you when Ollie laughs awkwardly. Amor. It’s your turn.
“Right.” Fixing his rolled up sleeves, he smiles at the crowd of guests. “Uh…Well like my fiancée said, we’re extremely happy to have you all here. It takes a lot to get this many people out here all at once.” A few laughs echo as he continues. “This means a lot to me, too, to have my friends and family. To have met new faces.” His gaze flickers past you as your breath hitches. “Many ask me what about Ollie made me fall in love with her…And I’m here to be as brutally honest as I could get. I love the way she makes me feel as crazy as the ocean. I could spend calm days with her and not worry about getting bored. Or I could find myself getting into trouble. Ollie has made me a better man. Because of her I know what true love is…” His loopy eyes meet yours. “True love are the waves that meet the shore.” 
He lets out a sheepish smile. I want love like that, Lando yells out as he downs his glass of milk. Everyone claps and cheers and that’s where your nightmare begins. 
Let’s give it up for the happy couple! Kiss, kiss, kiss!
The chants continue as Carlos let out a nervous laugh. That’s something private between me and her, he tries but finds himself being booed. Leaning down, he pulls Ollie in for a peck before pulling away with a tight lipped smile. He hates himself for his sudden realization.
Kissing her suddenly did feel like a chore.
With all the whoops and whistles being thrown out by friends, he finds himself trying to find you. It doesn’t take long as he notices you had picked up on your conversation with the Dutchman. His jaw clenches. 
“Maybe Ollie’s younger sister would like to share a few words.”
Why would he say that? Frozen, you choke mid sip. Me? Your father beams as he nods excitedly. Oh! That’s such a great idea! Unfamiliar faces turn to look at you as they wait. Taking in a deep breath, you nod as you make your way over.
As he hands you the microphone, he can’t stop himself from grazing his fingers against your hand. Coughing, you yank it fast. 
“Ciao a tutti.” Everyone greets you back as you lick your lips. You take a moment to figure out what to say, but there’s not much. Cringing, you try to come up with anything. “As some may know, I’m Ollie’s sister…And I could go on forever about how great she is-” You suppress a sarcastic laugh as Carlos knowingly winks. Your nerves ease up. “But I think I should talk about the man who makes my sister the happiest. Carlos Sainz…When I first met you, you seemed uptight - more than the Grinch - but slowly I got to know the man that even my papi swoons over.” 
True, your father laughs. “You’re kind, respectful, and charming…Ollie is one very lucky girl. But there’s something also sensitive inside of you…Despite the permanent frown on your face, you still seem to like days by the ocean. Maybe it's a reminder that peace still exists or maybe it's the way…” Looking up, you see everyone staring deeply. Suddenly, you feel like this might be oversharing as you twirl your dress. “...Or maybe it's the way your face lights up when you take my sister dancing on the sand. Uh…Thank you for making her happy.” Handing the mic back to Carlos, you smile weakly at the strong claps. 
“That was quite sentimental,” Max points out as you bite down on your finger. Was it too much? He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. It looks like you and Carlos get along well enough. I, for sure, thought he hated you with the way he looks at you.”
“Oh. Yeah.” You pause. “I thought so, too.”
-
Aside from the fact that the wedding was approaching quickly, the mansion was quiet. The silence can almost be heard; it's scary. Carefully, you fix your dress as you skip down the stairs barefoot, lollipop painting your lips red. 
Peeking around the corner, giddiness fills your body as you snatch a handful of pre-washed cherries. Earlier that day, your father had scolded you for finishing the new batch. Popping them into your mouth, you hum a song as you kick your legs against the kitchen counter. It creeps you out the moment a chill runs down your spine. As if someone were watching.
“Boo!”
“Santa mierda,” you yelp as you clutch your heart. Laughing loudly, the Spaniard bends over as he gasps for air. You pout and kick his knee. “Cabrón, you scared me! Warn a girl!”
“Fuck - I’m sorry.” His lips form a thin line as he stands firm. Slowly, the corners lift up, wobbly at his poor attempt to not burst out laughing. You frown.
“You’re fucked up.”
Again, his laughs echo the dimly lit kitchen. “Can I have some?”
“No. They’re mine. Grab your own.”
He narrows his eyes. “Aren’t you on cherry prohibition or something like that?” You gasp as you look around before flipping him off.
“Keep your voice low or papi will disown me!”
He zips his lips as he whispers. “I won’t tell a soul. But I want one of those in exchange.”
Tapping your finger against your lip, you pretend to think about it before nodding. You extend your hand out, a single red cherry for him. You’re waiting for him to take it and leave to where he came from, but what he does instead has you swallowing a lump down your throat.
Crouching down, he opens his mouth as he picks up the cherry, lips slightly wrapping around your fingers. This was triggering you as you tried your best to keep sane. But there was no way of going about that when he looked up at you with deep, brown eyes. Licking the red juice sliding down your hands, he steps back. He licks his lips before swallowing. It amazes you the way his Adam’s Apple jumps up and down; thick neck begging to be sucked on.
“Fucking delicious.”
Blinking, you look down at the rest of the cherries in hand. All of a sudden they seemed like a sultry fruit rather than a drupe. 
“Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Of cours-s-e.”
Stupefied, you throw the leftovers straight into the trash bin. You had no clue what made you do that. A small chuckle escapes past his lips as you shut your eyes in embarrassment. Maybe they weren’t as sweet as you made them seem. Too mortified to speak, you keep your eyes focused on the way your feet hit the wood as a distraction. It takes all of you to not run away as he steps closer once again.
“Is there something in that dirty little mind of yours?”
The room feels hot all of a sudden as you shake your head. There’s no words in your vocabulary when he stands this close. You can smell his cologne mixed with shampoo. If richness were a scent then this would definitely be it. His hands cage you in like a butterfly behind glass. Clicking his tongue, he steps aside as you let out a shaky breath. Taking the opportunity, you jump off the edge, bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. Cuidado, he mutters when you almost slip from the sudden action. 
“If you need anything I’ll be upstairs.”
Not sure why you said that, but it seemed like a rationalized excuse. Por supuesto. And that would have been the end of your night. That would have been another successful day of not falling for the forbidden apple. You had held out for so long; the kiss didn’t count. But it only takes a few steps for him to clear his throat. Almost as if this were your secret language, you spin and you find him staring after you; dazzling eyes following your every movement as if he’s trying his best to decipher anything you do.
Smiling wide enough for your eyes to look as if they had a smile of their own, you think - fuck the consequences - as you clumsily run up to him; jumping like a kid onto a tree. Legs wrap around his torso and his hands hold you close to him.
“Do you-”
“Yes,” he whispers. “Since the first day you walked through those doors: yes.”
If you had thought you were obsessed with his kisses before, you were wrong. So very wrong. Because now you were addicted. He kisses you with urgency as you run your hands through his locks, so soft against your fingers. He grunts when you tug on it. 
His kisses were stimulating enough for you to plead for something. Anything. Smirking, he pecks your nose before leading you both upstairs. It amazed you how he could continue kissing you as he hurried to get to the bedroom. Noticing him making his way into his and Ollie’s, you pull away. There’s no way you would let him do that. You spin your finger lazily through his hair.
“How about mine?”
He doesn't care if he fucked you against the floor, he needed you. Kicking the door shut, he throws you onto your bed as you squeal. He smiles fondly as you brush your hair out of your face. He’s had his fair share of girls. Models, nepo-babies, Ollie, but none of them compare to you. 
He was almost scared of touching you again, even though that’s exactly what he wanted. Doe eyes stare back at him as his cock gets harder at the sight. Ollie had always tried her best to look at him that way, but you didn’t even have to try. It naturally happened. Nothing about this felt forced.
You look untouchable. Like a complete goddess waiting to be ruined. Carlos, you would say as you squeeze your tits, eyes struggling to stay open. Carlos, please. Don’t be mean. Towering over you, he shakes his head.
“Linda, I could never be mean to you.”
Slipping your dress off, he groans when he sees you weren’t wearing anything underneath. He shuts his eyes as he tries to not finish inside his pants, which by the way, were starting to hurt. He pinches your nipple before slapping your tits. You hiss. 
“Please tell me you did this for me and no one else…”
“You know it’s always been for you.”
With that, he stands up as he yanks his shirt off; jeans and boxers following right after. A bit worried, you find yourself staring at his rock hard dick. You had never been with some as big as him; it kind of looked as if it would split you right open. That didn’t stop you from wanting it, though.
“Don’t worry. I’ll prepare you nice and good, cariño.”
His lustful tone snaps you out of it as you nod. His fingers rub your wet folds as you cling onto his bicep. C-Carlos. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos as he focuses on the way your face pinches. He slowly starts slipping his finger in as you gasp at the thickness. So big and long. He chuckles. “Oh, come on now. It’s not even fully inside of you yet.”
Stunned, you look down and sure enough, it isn’t. You almost cry out when you notice it’s barely even the tip. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.” He kisses your temple as he slips his finger back out. 
“Let’s start off with something else then.”
You almost pass out when he angles himself in front of your pussy. Glistening clit stares back at him as he moans. So pretty, he thinks as he touches you slowly. He stops himself, though, as he goes in for kitten licks instead. You squirm. His large hands pushed you down against the bed, to keep you in place. 
“Do you want me to make the ache in between your legs go away?”
“Yes.”
His pink tongue teases you as he hums. You bite down sharply. “You’re going to have to stay still. Relax, bonita.” Following instructions, you close your eyes, trying your best to not think of the handsome Spaniard. As if that were possible. Impressed, he leans in again as he licks you, picking up your pre-cum. Oh, fuck. 
Then it’s almost as if Carlos is taken over by something as he dives in like some animal. His stubble burns your legs, but you’re too fucked out to even care. You’re sure you're being loud, but how can you not be when he licks and sticks his tongue inside of you, exploring places you never knew existed. You choke back a moan when he rubs his nose against your clit, only adding to the euphoria. 
“Yes. Oh. Fuck, yes.” Looking down at the brunette, you find him taking in your appearance as he rubs himself against the sheets; a way to try and pleasure himself. And that’s enough for you to cum all over his face. He smiles as he greedily tries to drink up everything you give him. He knows he lost control, but he loves the way you were able to keep up. To take everything he gave you.
And that was only going to multiply.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans in between your legs, picking up the white nectar. Crying out, you push his face away as you gasp for air. He sucks your tits as you take a break. His tongue swirls around your bud as you wiggle against him like a fish that jumped out onto land. He laughs. “Can you handle my fingers, now?”
No, you whisper as you push him away. But he knows you’re giving up too soon. He knows there’s an animal inside of you and he’s just waiting for it to decide to join him. He ignores you as he slides his fingers down to your center. You mewl against him. “Hey, hey, I got you, cariño. I’m right here.” 
His voice makes you clench harder against his fingers as he grins like a kid at a candy store. Slowly, you start dripping more than before, making it easier for his fingers to slide in and out of your hole. Can you handle a third? “Yes,” you respond, eyes still screwed shut. Hot air hits your ear.
“There she is…Good girl. Justo asi.”
Picking up speed, his fingers reach the gummy part inside of you as you scratch his arms in an attempt to remind yourself to not black out. His long fingers cross, doing figure 8’s as he touches your g-spot as if he knows your entire body better than any map. Leaning up, he bites down onto your nipple before sucking hard. You should be embarrassed with the way you squeal and shake against his actions, but he just made it so hard not to. Much to your surprise, if you dare believe it, he does the thing you last expected.
He adds a fourth digit.
“No, no, no,” you pathetically chant as your eyes fly open. He cocks his head to he side as he clicks in tongue as if seeing you struggle filled him with pride. 
“Ah, ah, ah. Just trust me; do you trust me?”
He didn’t need to ask because he knew you did. I do, you whimper out as you start grinding against his fingers. Amazement fills his dark eyes as he looks down to where you clench around him, juices sliding down his arm. It only takes a couple of more swirls before your shriek, velvety walls clenching around him as you reach your climax. 
Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he licks your cum as if it were a meal he’s dreamed of having his entire life. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him lick them clean. You’re sure he’s going to fuck you now, but that flies out the window as he lays down as he drags you onto his face.
This man had stamina. Lots of it. You're trying to beg for a break of some sort. I can suck your dick. Give you a handjob. Just please let me rest. But he wasn’t even listening. 
Maybe somewhere deep down, he knew this would be the only night he would have you to himself and if that meant no pauses, then he would push all your buttons.
Like a starved man, he starts licking you all over as you grind against his face. The way he sucks on your clit and adds his fingers make you squeal as you push down harder. His nose rubs against you in such a way, it has you seeing stars. He seems to be enjoying that though, as his moans vibrate against you. Biting hard onto your lip, you try to distract yourself as you reach behind you for his rock hard cock. The moment your small hand wraps around him, he growls like a lion.
Smug over his reaction, your hand slowly starts jerking him off as he eats you out with more urgency. It takes all of you to control your actions as he shakes his face in between your legs. S-slow down, Carlos. He grunts as his actions speed up, but so does your hand. Gripping onto his erection much harder, you furrow your brows as you twist your wrist. Choking on your juices, he opens his eyes wide, whimpers flying past his lips.
Smiling down like the devil, you nod as your hand picks up its pace. Now it's his turn to be groaning with pleasure. He seems to have forgotten what he was doing as he takes in strong whiffs of your aroma. You shudder when his warm breaths escape to warm up your dripping pussy.
His cock twitches and he seems to snap right back into it; already diving back into your hole. Lurching forward, you grip onto his hair as the other remains wrapped around him. It’s a game to see who can make the other cum first, and you were not about to be the loser. 
Lively, you circle your thumb around his pink tip as he groans and finishes all around your hand. Sucking hard, he bites gently onto your clit as you screech and trap his head between your thighs. Shaking, you twitch against him as you reach your third orgasm that night. Huffing, you roll off him as he laps his tongue.
The way he looks at you makes you want to ride his face all over again, but you know you needed a break if you didn’t want the night to end so soon. Kneeling in front of him, you raise your ass up high as you lean down to wrap your lips around his cock. He flinches, slightly sensitive, but doesn’t dare push you away. Instead, he rubs your face with his calloused thumb; encouraging you. There's something so hot about the way your lips stretch around his fat cock. The way drool exits your mouth, messy blots of mascaras on the corners of your eyes.
Light of my life. Fire of my loins.
Gagging around him, you squeeze your eyes shut, feet curling up along the way. For sure, your throat would be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you wanted that. Deepthroating him as best as you can, your small hands wrap around the rest of his length. He was huge. Dirty slurps bounce off the walls. You try your best to not pull away when you feel his sticky pre-cum connect inside your throat. Not when he looked so good with his head thrown back. His thick neck is a clear display. With his large hands wrapped around your hair as he fucks your face like theres no tomorrow. Spanish curses flowing past his lips. 
“Que linda. Arrodillada como una santa.”
When you giggle around his erection, he groans, head thudding against the headboard. His mind quickly slips over to Ollie - but not in the way one might expect. It hits him like a truck when he compares her to you. With Ollie, she would last at least 20 minutes before calling it a night. He pretended not to mind - he would never force her to do something she doesn’t want to, of course - but once she would knock out, his large hand would slide down past his boxers, looking for a new release. 
Then there’s you, ever so pretty. It seems like with everything you do, you want more. You sucking him off as if you’ve done this for him a lifetime ago. Sure, you’re struggling, but that only makes him harder. You’re trying to keep up with him and it’s working. Now, it’s like he’s the one trying to keep up. Swallowing, your throat closes around him as he flies forward, voice cracking as he presses for more. 
Glossy eyes look back up at him as you repeat your action. With one last blow, he pulls out as he cums all over your face. His dick immediately gets hard again when you smile wide, fingers going to pick up his mess. Greedily, you pout as you wrap your lips around your finger like the lollipop you had been sucking on a few hours ago.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, abs contracting together as he tries his best to even out his breaths. 
“Will you fuck me now?” 
You’re moving at a snail's pace as you lick his sweaty neck. A chill runs down his spine with the feeling of your warm tongue. Grinding slowly against his thigh, you throw your head back with pleasure, wet lips rubbing against him. He smiles.
“You’re a dirty girl, you know that?”
“I thought that’s what you liked about me, papi.”
In a flash, he flips you onto your back as he hovers over you like a giant. A beautiful, beautiful, giant. His large muscles he works so hard for stare back at you as you admire with an open mouth. It looks as if he could carry mountains on his shoulders. Dilated pupils admire you as you let out a pathetic whimper. Long gone were his brown eyes as they now appear completely black. Sensual.
“Then you should be fucked as such.”
With that, he swings your tan legs over his broad shoulders, practically bending you like a pretzel. You pat yourself on the back for all those pilate classes. Jerking himself off a bit, he looks straight at you, making sure this was something you wanted. The way you bat your cartoon eyes is all he needs to slip inside of you.
First thing he notices is how tight you are despite him already stretching you out to perfection. Raw moans leave both your lips as you try your best to adjust to his size. You had been with men before - that’s all you really knew - but no one’s cock had ever made you burn with such satisfaction. More than satisfaction. He’s reassuring you with his words in order for you to relax.
I’ve got you, preciosa. Just let go for me. I’m right here.
Still, you can’t help but squirm underneath him. His fingers make their way to your mouth as you stare back confused. Suck, he commands before forcing them in. Caught off guard, you gag around them for a bit before your tongue begins to twirl around them. Your cheeks burn up as you hear your low mewls. Ah- ah- ah, you cry out against his digits as he grins down at you. Retracting them, he slides them down to your clit as he starts rubbing small circles.
“Oh God.”
Instantly, you open up against his tired cock as he hums. There you go, he praises as you make it easier for him to thrust into you. You should both be ashamed of the way gushy sounds bloom from your mixed cum. Or the way he pounds into you so hard and fast that it has you sliding further back against the bed, hair tangling along the way. His fingers dig into your calves as he holds them in place.
“Mierda,” he wheezes as he throws his head back, ripping his eyes away from the way your puffy clit envelopes around him. Pants and whimpers escape you as you arch your back from the fulfillment. 
Carlos is a man - you know that - but in this moment; right now: he’s proving it the way a scientist would their hypothesis. His cock brushes against your g-spot as you gasp at the sensation. He’s looking at you as if you held the key to all secrets. 
The keys for the gate to Heaven.
Though he knows that this all feels like Heaven, he deserves nothing but Hell for cheating on Ollie. But that’s the least of his worries.
“Does that feel good, bonita?” 
Wide eyes look up at him desperately as you nod to the point where your neck starts to ache. Yes - Oh God, yes. So good, Carlitos. Yeah, baby - right there. Snapping his hips harder against you, your mind goes foggy with the way his hair flops around him. Sweat causing long strands to stick to his face. Beads of sweat drip down your legs as he presses sloppy kisses. His cheeks look as if he’s been out in the sun for hours. 
In this moment; he looked immortal.
“Carlos, I’m gonna-”
“Hold it.”
Like a doll, you flop back against the bed as you start to leak acid. No - please. Don’t ask me to do that. Feeling a sharp sting, you gasp. His hands dives back in to massage your cheek after slapping you. He cocks his head with fake sympathy. “I know you can do it,” - thrust - “Wait for me, yeah?”
You have no word as you wail - tits bouncing with every assault from his hip. Your stomach burns with the way his abs glisten, with the way his bottom lip juts out, or the way his muscles shine with a layer of sweat as they hug your legs like a teddy bear. 
He was yours. In this moment, he was yours.
“Alright, linda-” He brushes your hair out of your face as he wipes your sweat with his hand. “Cum for me?”
It’s an out of body experience the moment you squirt around his dick - the way your tummy feels like it's on fire. Sore groans leave his lips as he finishes inside of you, brown eyes trained on the way you gush around him. He freezes in place at the feeling. You squirm for a few seconds below falling limp against the bed. The room smells like nothing but filthy sex. 
Pulling out of you, he carefully places your legs back down before kissing your ribs. Then your bruised tits. Then your cheeks, forehead, and lastly, your lips that taste like home. Sighing against him, you try your best to remember the way he kisses you as if you're the only form of oxygen that exists. As if this were a dystopian world and you were the only source of survival.
He pecks your lips once more before brushing his fingers against your temple. “Get some sleep.” Yawning, you nod as your eyes flutter like a butterfly's wings. Will you stay? And he doesn’t know what takes over him when he says-
“I will.”
-
When you wake up you notice it’s still dark out. The moon shines, eyes flickering around, looking for the Spaniard. You let out a low breath of relief when you see him sitting on the edge of the bed. 
“Ollie,” he whispers into the phone as he runs a hand against his jaw. “...I made a mistake.”
Your heart stops with his words. He makes sure to speak low, thinking you're sound asleep. She - I - it was a mistake. She’s just a kid…Fuck. She’s just a child. Your heart shatters with the evident blame in his voice. You weren’t a kid. Sniffling, you stop breathing when you realize you’re crying. He pauses for a moment before standing up and making sure you’re okay. Bringing the phone up against his ear, he shakes, already walking out the door.
“Where are you? Let me just see you, amor. I’ll explain it all.”
-
There’s a saying that goes: You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.
You would personally like to punch that person in the face. It’s not true. It doesn’t beat the same - because then why does it hurt everytime it pounds against your chest? Why is it hard to breath when the priest says-
“You may now kiss the bride!”
Everyone’s faces are blurry; cheers sound far away. You can’t be too sure you're standing upright as your father beams at the sight of Ollie pressing her lips up against Carlos. The way his hands slide down to her waist as shows her off proudly like some champion ring is what hurts the most. You feel flames all over your skin, letting out a flinch when your fathers signals for you to clap, too.
You don’t know what happened after that night. Whether Ollie forgave him or not - though clearly she had. Maybe she didn’t know about you the same way he didn’t know about Ben. This was all starting to feel like some nightmare. But it’s very much real life with the way the newlyweds hold hands, smiling brightly as guests throw a mixture of confetti and baby breath.
“Nice ceremony.”
“What? Oh.” You shrug towards Max as he points over at the couple. “Y-yeah. It was…”
He goes over his next words for a moment because Lord knows that if he has it all wrong then he would appear to be the biggest jerk to ever exist. “You fell in love with him, didn’t you?”
“I-I-I’m not sure I understand,” you trample over your words as your cheeks burn the same color of your red dress. He shares a small smile.
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.”
Walking away, you’re left alone, second guessing everything. The violin seemed too happy. The guests seemed too bright. All of this was fake, couldn’t they see? Pursing your lips, you try your best to hide your broken heart as you catch up with old friends. How is college? How does it feel like having a brother-in-law who drives for Formula 1? Must feel pretty great, right? 
The night is boring. Half of it you spend faking smiles and the other you spend trying to avoid the Spaniard. Life was better back in Spain, where ironically, he was never around despite it being his home country. You’re in the middle of conversing with the Dutchman - who quite frankly is an honest listener - when Ollie walks up looking like a ball of whipped cream. Can I talk to my sister alone, please? Max’s concerned eyes ask if you’re okay with that as you nod. Slumping away, he squeezes your knee one last time.
Blue Velvet plays as she fixes herself onto the stool right next to you. “Have you tried the cocktails? They have cherry flavored; your favorite.” Something about her sweet voice makes you unsteady as you raise a brow. She shows off her veneers. “This is weird. Sorry. I’m just so…happy.” 
“Good to know.”
“But enough about me!” She places her left hand over yours, shiny rock sitting perfectly. You wince. “I want to talk about you! How’s school?”
“Like you care.”
She pouts. “I do now…” You furrow your brows. What do you mean now? She gasps. “Oh, you poor thing! You don’t know I know!” Your stomach drops. “Well, you know, as your older sister, I’m also your guardian since our mother is too fucked up to look after you…And a little birdie filled me in on your reputation back in Spain.” She giggles as she takes a sip of your drink. “Doesn’t surprise me, though. It only makes sense that you keep messing around with men old enough to be your father. You always had a thing for those.”
“What does this have to do with anything?”
Ollie grins ear to ear when she notices how annoyed you’ve become. “Carlos told you he was born in Madrid, right? Okay, well, he also has a whole bloodline there. And let’s just say, a cousin of his - my goodness, his daughters are beautiful - is a professor at your Uni.”
No.
“And well this birdie also told me how you’ve been sneaking in and out of his lecture room, late at night. And I wonder…What have you and him been doing behind closed doors?”
It can’t be. 
Professor Vázquez de Castro, he says as he extends his hand out, eyes roaming every inch of your body.
Suddenly, the name sounds familiar. The surname is Carlos’ extended one. Ollie’s eyes shine. “I see it’s clicking.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you to leave me and my husband alone. I want you to grab your things and leave. Don’t look back; just leave. Don’t contact papi ever again. I don’t want to hear a single thing from you. It’s bad enough you’ve already fucked my spouse.”
She knows. He told her. And they still got married. 
“Ollie, don’t…”
Tugging your hand harshly, she slaps her phone on it. And you don’t know how, but in it, it’s a video of you riding your Professor - Carlos’ cousin.
“Leave or I’ll show this to him. Your choice.”
Wet sobs leave your mouth as you shake your head in disbelief. How did this happen? Who took this video?
“Ollie, please…I love him.”
Her gaze sharpens as she takes the phone back and stands up. “You know what to do.”
Bringing your shaky hand up to your lips, you stare in shock. Wobbly legs walk past Max as he asks if you’re okay. One last smile looks back at him before you brush past by. 
Carlos is craning his neck, looking for you. He had confessed that night, but so had Ollie. He was breaking off the engagement. Spilling apologies as she cried against his chest. Despite it all, he still cared for your sister. But he knew it wasn’t going to work out. He was ready to leave when she brought up the tape of you and a cousin he didn’t even know he had. I’ll get her expelled. Don’t do this, Carlos. And so he stayed. He knew how much you loved school, regardless of what others might think. I just want to help others, you swooned one day by the pool. It’s what I wish someone had done for me.
You get to him before he spots you as you tap on his shoulder. He fills up with worry when he sees your red brimmed eyes. Sheepishly, you take his handkerchief as you wipe your rosy nose. What happened? Who made you cry? You shrug.
“Carlos…I love you.” He blinks. You let out a wet laugh as you lean up to kiss him. You didn’t care who saw anymore. This was it. He doesn’t seem to care either as his hands wrap around your waist. Holding you close, as if you might vanish into thin air. He was the waves, you were the shore. Pulling away, you wink. “Save me a dance, yeah?” 
Then, you’re walking away. Becoming smaller as you stroll over to the Italian house. Clutching his chest, he chokes: I-I…I.
“Carlos!”
Turning to face Ollie, he sees her waving him over to the giant cake. 
“Coming.”
-
Running into the quiet house, he calls your name. He looks behind every door, hoping to find the girl in red. Stumbling up the stairs, he swings your door open. He breathes heavily when he doesn’t find you, even here. Panicked, he grips his hair in despair. Only then, does it occur to him to open the restroom door, hoping to not scare you.
“¿Bonita?”
Silence. He still pushes it open as he carefully walks in, finding no harm in checking. And why? Why couldn’t he be as truthful like you were? Risk it the way you would have willingly done. Why did he let you walk into the house alone?
Falling to his knees, he desperately crawls over to your lifeless body, dark blood flowing from your wrists. 
As red as your dress.
He must be dreaming. This can’t be real. Surely, it can’t.
“No, no, no.” He drags your limp body into his arms. He can’t even pinpoint the moment his tears flow down his face. “Bonita, no. No. No. No.” The Spaniard cradles your colorless face into his hands. He gently taps your face a few times, but almost stops breathing himself when it only rolls back. Blood stains his white shirt. “Hey, hey.  C’mon, please. You want me to say it?” Hurriedly, he picks up your head as he kisses your lips over and over. He winces when he feels how chapped they’ve become.
“It doesn’t feel forced. I’m not saying it because I think it’s what you want to hear - I love you. I do. I love you as infinite as the ocean. I love the way you laugh, the way you trip over anything in your way, the way you say my name…I love you.” 
But he knew you weren’t listening. Not anymore. 
A piece of him died that day along with you. After that, life was a sickening blur. He’s out of it the moment he hears your father yelling out in agony or when Ollie screams at the gruesome scene. 
None of it mattered anymore.
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Code of Chivalry
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Request: Hi! 💕 Could I request something where reader is Jason’s ex, she broke up with him and he’s not happy about it. He keeps trying to get her back and ends up cornering her in the hall and he will not leave her alone even though she’s told him several times to go away. Eddie sees everything (he knows reader he sits behind her in a couple classes) and he gets protective.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: fluff, Jason being Jason, Jason corners reader, protective!eddie, friends to lovers
AN: this was an anonymous request! Sorry it took a minute to get to, but I hope you enjoy it!
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You groaned as you saw Jason approach you in the hallway for what felt like the millionth time. Ever since you had broken up with him, he would not leave you alone. Everywhere you turned there he was with some lame apology and a half-assed attempt to “win you back.” You hadn’t known peace in weeks. Even home wasn’t safe because he kept calling you. You hoped that when your dad told him to stop calling, he would get the picture, but no, he kept trying. If only he had been this dedicated when you had been dating.
You broke up with him after realizing how awful of a person he was. He never listened to you, he would bail on your dates, he was a jerk to a majority of the student body, and all around just a grade A asshole.
You quickly grabbed your chemistry textbook and slammed your locker closed, hoping Jason wouldn’t reach you in time.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Jason was standing next to you when you closed your locker causing you to jump.
“Chemistry.” You said flatly, pushing past him.
He followed after you, “At least let me carry your book for you, Hun.”
You hated that nickname, “That’s alright.”
“No, let me carry it for you.” He took the textbook from your arm and went to grab your hand, but you snatched it away.
You didn’t want to cause a scene, so you allowed him to walk you to class, but seeing the satisfied smirk on his face made you want to punch a wall.
When you reached your class, he finally handed your book back and went to give you a hug which you swerved out of the way of, “Bye, Hun! See you later.”
You rolled your eyes and sat down in your seat in the back. You put your head on your desk and released a groan.
“Trouble in paradise?”
You looked up to see Eddie in his usual seat next to you, “More like stuck in purgatory.”
“And they say love is dead,” Eddie teased, “but seriously what’s wrong? Last time I checked in with you it was all hearts and rainbows and shit.”
“I finally had some sense knocked into me and broke up with Jason. He isn’t taking it well.”
“Having a hard time accepting it is he?”
“He is in complete denial that it happened. The jerk won’t leave me alone even though I have told him countless times. I’m ready to just give up.”
Eddie gave you a sympathetic look, “I’m sure it will get through his thick skull eventually.”
“I can only hope.” You smiled at him, and he felt the tips of his ears start to burn.
“Yeah…we can only hope”
-
Eddie was ecstatic to hear that you had broken up with Jason. Jason was a jerk and didn’t deserve to date someone as kind as you. He had never admitted it out loud, but Eddie had a crush on you. He had ever since you sat down next to him in class and introduced yourself. You didn’t turn your nose up at him like most of the others at school did, you never made any snap judgements about him, you treated him like a person not a sideshow attraction. And after getting to know you better over the school year, he realized that you were not only kind, but funny, smart, had great taste in books, and were a great listener. The moment he fell for you was when you came to class on a Monday and told him that you had bought the Metallica album he told you about over the weekend and couldn’t stop listening to it and asked if you could borrow his DND Handbook so you could learn more about it.
The bell rang, signaling the start of the last period of the school day. Eddie contemplated leaving. His last class was English with Ms. O’Donnell, and he didn’t feel like dealing with her constant badgering, but he knew he was on thin ice with her and if he skipped anymore classes, she would probably just fail him out of spite.
“Graduating better be worth all this bullshit.” He released a sigh and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked to class.
Just before he rounded the corner, he heard a familiar voice.
“Jason, would you please leave me alone!”
“Why?”
“I broke up with you! Do you not remember?”
Eddie poked his head around to see you and Jason by your locker.
Jason scoffed, “You didn’t break up with me. You just needed some time to get over whatever ridiculous thing you were upset about.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose out of frustration, “Jason, I told you, and I quote, ‘I don’t want to see you anymore. We’re over.’”
“Well, I’m telling you we’re not.”
“Leave. Me. Alone. Jason.” Each word was punctuated with more annoyance and anger. You tried to take a step away from him, but he slammed his arms against the lockers blocking you in.
“We’re not over until I say we’re over.” Jason’s voice was filled with rage.
You looked at him with wide terrified eyes. You wanted to yell for help but when you opened your mouth no sound came out. You had never seen Jason look so malicious before and it filled you with dread.
Eddie has seen enough. He was trying his best to not turn red with anger as he marched over to Jason and pushed him away from you, “She said leave to her alone, Carver.”
Jason glared at him, “This isn’t any of your business, freak.”
“Well, I’m making it my business.”
Jason’s glare shifted into a look of confusion and then a wicked smirk, “Oh, is that what this is? You want my girl?”
“I am NOT your girl.” Your voice finally came back.
“Oh my god, would you shut up!”
Eddie stepped between you and Jason, “Now is that anyway to talk to a lady?”
“Ok, freak, I get it. You want to impress her and seem all tough, but you’re just embarrassing yourself.”
“I’m not the one embarrassing myself right now. You’re the one living in delusion and acting like your girlfriend didn’t breakup with you because you place all your worth in being a big strong man and this made you feel emasculated.”
Jason was seething with rage. His nostrils began to flare as his face turned red, “You little punk!”
Jason’s fist went flying towards Eddie’s face. Fortunately, Eddie had quick reflexes and grabbed Jason’s fist and twisted his arm causing him to yelp out in pain. Jason yanked his arm out of Eddie’s grasp and cradled his wrist to his chest. He looked up at Eddie in shock. Eddie was deceptively strong. His gaze then moved to you, who was staring at Eddie with surprise and admiration.
Jason looked you in the eye and scoffed, “You’re not even worth it.”
Eddie’s jaw clenched at his comment as Jason took off down the hall. You were worth everything in Eddie’s eyes. He relaxed before turning around to face you.
“Are you o—”
You cut him off with a hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, “Thank you, Eddie. I was so scared. I had no idea what he was going to do, and I just froze there like an idiot—”
“Hey, hey,” Eddie wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin, “you’re not an idiot. You never know how you’re going to react in these types of situations until they happen.”
You buried your face into his shirt, “I’m really happy you were here.”
Eddie smiled softly. His arms tightened ever so slightly around your waist, and he rested his cheek against your head, “I live by the code of chivalry. If a fair maiden is in distress, I come to her rescue.”
You smiled and nuzzled further into his chest.
“Hey,” Eddie lifted his head up from yours and you looked up at him, “do you wanna get out of here?”
You pulled back from him slightly, “Aren’t you not supposed to be skipping class anymore?”
“I think I can make an exception for you.”
You smiled and grabbed his hand, “Let’s go then!”
Eddie squeezed your hand and led the way to the parking lot.
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The next morning Eddie woke to the sound of Wayne knocking on his door.
“Five more minutes, Wayne.” Eddie mumbled out.
Wayne opened the door, “It’s almost 11:30, you plan to sleep the day away?”
“Yes.”
Wayne chuckled and shook his head, “You’ve got a phone call, son.”
Eddie groaned and buried his face into his pillow. He figured it was Dustin calling to invite him to movie night with Steve and Robin or something like that, “Tell Dustin to call back later.”
“It’s not Dustin, it’s a girl. She said she’s a friend of yours from school.”
Eddie bolted out of his bed and ran out of his room over to the phone. Wayne chuckled to himself and headed back to the kitchen to finish his coffee.
When Eddie reached the phone, he took a deep breath before picking up, “Hello?” he cringed at how groggy he sounded.
“Hi!” your melodious voice came through the phone and Eddie could hear the smile that was no doubt on your face, “I’m sorry did I wake you up?”
“No, no, I’ve been up for—” Eddie released a yawn, “hours.”
“Sounds like it.” You laughed, and it made Eddie’s stomach flip.
“What’s up?”
“Well, I was thinking about how you said you live by the code of chivalry, and I believe it’s customary for the fair maiden to give her knight a token of her gratitude.”
“Oh, no, that’s not—you don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but I want to. I was thinking if you don’t have any plans, we could get dinner, maybe see a movie? My treat.”
Eddie thought he might still be asleep and was dreaming, “Dinner and a movie?”
“Yeah? What do you say?”
“Yes, I would love that, but um…” Eddie scratched the back of his neck out of nerves, “just so we’re on the same page, is this just to say thank you for yesterday, or is this a…you know a date?”
“I thought it could be both.”
Eddie’s chest tightened in excitement, “Alright, I will see you late then.”
“Can’t wait! Bye, Eddie.”
“Bye.” Eddie waited until the line went dead to hang the phone back up on the receiver. He took a moment to process everything that had just happened and then pumped his fist in the air, “Yes!”
“See what happens when you’re up before noon,” Wayne said not looking up from the newspaper and taking a sip of his coffee, “you get a date.”
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Hii! Can we get a fic with how would it like to be if the reader was basically douma same personality appearence etc. With Alastor? I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW IT WOULD GO.
Oh my fucking god. This Duo— it’s this duo and Discord with Alastor, I think would mesh well! Haha! Anyway! I am definitely trying this out, thank you, loves! Hope you enjoy!
Alastor- Rainbow Irises
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Ah… a cannibalistic murderous cult has rolled into the Pride Ring. Alastor isn’t surprised when he hears over the new Overlord being the Eternal Paradise Cult leader. He’s heard worse
Though… her eyes are a mesmerising rainbow. A gorgeous, colourful, almost hypnotic swirl of multiple colours and the way she has presented herself to the Pride Ring… menacing yet elegant and cool-headed. Dressed like a fancy old-fashioned Japanese woman and wielding golden sharp fans
You’re an entire walking-talking red flag of a person. Speaking smooth and doting to everybody you meet but raising your fangs to their neck. You’re possibly even worse than Valentino. You trick everybody into thinking you’re polite and considerate and playful but you have a VERY ugly monster under those rainbow eyes
You have that charisma and friendliness Alastor uses regularly, coming off as upbeat and you greets all the Overlords politely but the proclaims you make… the way you eat other sinner demons with no problem and even brag about putting heads of decapitated men in pots. You have everybody in the room’s spines shivering in both disgust and intimidation at how you’re like
Alastor respects the way you establish yourself and getting his full respect is hard. You are intimidating, you are menacing, it’s a sign of how strong you actually are. The second strongest Overlord in Hell’s history(right behind Alastor). You regularly loom over Alastor and enjoy sweet-talking him
Alastor can recognise when a psychopath is talking so he never falls for your tricks nor your innocent act. You’re dangerous and twisted, specifically targeting and only eating men, hence you’re only-men member cult. He won’t let you even try take a finger off him
Alastor is basically our Shinobu, except Al doesn’t beat on us
Alastor doesn’t like you just touching him. You’ll reach out and touch him, solely to annoy him. He isn’t scared of you but he can tell why the other Overlords are so tense around you… you’re the most perfect cult leader, a inviting aura and a sensual voice that screams illusionary safety
Alastor has to hold his breath around you. When you’re angry, you turn ice cold and you don’t mind making the air too frozen for anybody to breathe in. So, he is quite careful with you. Juggling inbetween cold treatment and warm treatment, he feels like he is handling a spoiled brat when he talks to you
Alastor ignores the ‘gifts’ you make or get him. The lotus ice statues are wonderful but he knows what you’re trying to do… he may compliment your work but he won’t let you talk him into anything
But that doesn’t mean, Alastor doesn’t find your work nor your power impressive. He is very impressed and he rewards you for all you’ve done with your little cult and rising up to the rank to being the second strongest Overlord ever known in Hell. It’s a grand feat that he will clap to
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Aren’t you even a little bit worried about me, Lord Alastor~?”
“Darling. Kindly do not touch—“
“You don’t know how dreadfully worried I was. Since you all are cherished comrades of mine. I’d be heartbroken if I lost any of my comrades~”
Alastor finds your Japanese voice and language irresistible in a way, since it reflects your English and ‘nature’ very well but once again… he won’t fall for how often you say you like him. He knows people like you, he’s one of them. He’ll just commend what you’ve done as a Pride Ring Overlord
Alastor HATES the ‘Lord Alastor’ nickname you give him and always address him under… yeah. You give it to every other Overlord, he isn’t the only one who is called ‘Lord’ but it feels so condescending and in reality, it is…
“Silence, my dear. The adults are speaking… now, calm down that temper of yours. We don’t need anymore aircon in this room”
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Douma x Demoness! Reader - Devotion
NSFW : Sadistic thoughts, Dark depictions, dark thoughts, Cock Gagging, Cock Worship, slight slut shaming, slight degradation, masochism, hair pulling, graphic sexual intercourse.
Slight Summary: A young demoness, is ready to show her utmost devotion to Lord Douma in the dead of night.
I wish to give thanks to @mrskokushibo for the inspiration for this story, I couldn't have done it without her!! Go and read her content, she has some very spicy stories!!
This is my first ever story, and I wouldn't mind feedback.
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The sound of crickets and cicadas could be heard singing throughout the dark forest, the night sky was a hazy deep blue, the stars standing out like white dots on a giant canvas, standing out the most against the dark canvas was the crescent moon. In the distance, overseeing the forest, stood a temple. Everyone who lived close to the forest knew of this temple and promptly called it 'The Eternal Paradise Faith' but most considered it to be a cult.
Hundreds of people went to the temple, all with the hope that the man, who has been said to have been sent by the gods to answer their prayers. Most who go into the temple never come back, as they'd rather live with the diety, to gain utmost peace and tranquility, as they say, it's the only way for your prayers to come true.
Within the temple, it was dark, everyone was in their beds asleep for the night, ready to face tomorrow, hoping that it would be the day they would obtain true peace. The floors were shiny marble, the walls were made of white rose quartz, carvings of Buddha laid about the ceiling, and the pillars, within his palms, he was holding a lotus. Along with the Buddha carvings, beautiful lotus designs littered the building, giving an ambiance of peace and relaxation.
Within the silence, the sound of something hard could be heard clacking against the marble floors in a rhythmic pattern. A pair of black high heels could be seen, cat-walking through the darkness slowly, with long smooth legs, a red dress cutting off the view of skin, hips rotating side to side, a lush waist, a pair of lovely breasts, slightly bouncing from her walk, thin straps over her shoulders. Her gaze was that of a predator, her narrow-slitted pupils piercing into the dark, locked onto a pair of large brown doors that appeared black in the darkness, their golden handles slightly gleaming in the dark.
Once at the door, her fingers slowly wrapped around it, the confidence and sexual energy she expelled was enormous. She pulled the door open, revealing a large, dark room. The marble floor was replaced with a wooden one, and the Buddha carvings were laid upon the walls, giving off the same peaceful ambiance. Towards the center of the room on the left, lay a sizable, polished wooden shrinelike structure, the four pillars held up the top of the shrine, engravings of lotus littered the top of the border, blue and green curtains draped around it, pulled back on each side to show the middle of it.
Inside, was a large, purplish, zabuton pillow that lay in the center of it, upon the pillow, laid her target. The young deity himself. He was looking over at her with a questionable look, his rainbow eyes holding curiosity within them as he stared at her, his legs crossed and his hands lay in his lap lazily. She gave him a flirtatious smile as she walked into the room, gently closing the door behind her. She walked over towards him, the same slow rhythmic walk, a more eager bounce in her step as she stared him down. He cocked his head at her before an empty, welcoming smile graced his face.
"Oh~! Y/N!! I'm surprised to see you here, and especially at this time of night~!! What brings you here, dear?" He asked in a friendly voice. She stopped short of his shrine before she raised her hand up under her breast, she then slowly trailed it down over her waist, hip, thigh, knee, leg, and finally down to her shoe. She silently took it off, her head angled to where she was sure he could see her cleavage through the neckline of her dress. She repeated this process with her other shoe.
His eyes remained trained on her, a patient yet knowing smile on his face as he watched her. She gently picked her shoes up together before she neatly placed them down together on the floor with a gentle clack from the heel. She sat down on her legs, knees bent as she placed her hands on her lap. "I've come to you, Lord Douma, with an important question." She spoke calmly and collected. He tilted his head slightly. "And just what would that question be, my dear~?" He kindly asked. Her smirk slowly lost its flirty look and turned into a small smile across her face. "I wish to ask, how do I obtain peace and tranquility?" She asked.
Her voice sounded genuine, her smile matching her voice. His smile widened and he closed his eyes as he gave the same recited answer he always gave. "Why, peace and tranquillity are obtained once you've overcome the trials and tribulations of your life~ the more hectic your life, the harder it will be to obtain peace. Hence why you cannot be one with the world and seek peace, it's always going to unbalance itself." He explained. She tilted her head, intrigued by his words that she has heard a thousand times. "Your words are always so deep and philosophical, Lord Douma, your wisdom knows no bounds." She praised.
He chuckled at her words. "Well, I am known as the god who brings peace and tranquility, for wisdom is simply a part of what I've been blessed with~." He said in a chirpy voice. She gave him a questioning stare yet her smile never left. "Seeing as how you are the god of peace and tranquillity, does that mean I must be around you in order to obtain such?" She asked. He gave her a condescending smile as he stared at her with kind eyes that held slight pity within them. "Only if you wish to obtain peace and tranquility~." He said.
She gave a soft chuckle. "You're already aware that I do, I wish to worship you, lord Douma." She said, her eyes gleaming with an unknown emotion. His smile widens. "You've already given yourself to me, now you must work on obtaining peace and tranquility ~!! But you already knew all of this... why Y/N~? Why must you come and test my intelligence so?" He asked, his smile was far from kind as his eyes shined with the promise of pain and punishment.
Her heart nearly skipped a beat at the stare, as her back straightened out, the heel of her foot dug into her pussy through her dress, giving her stimulation. He watched as her thighs shifted and her hips wiggled, sensing her discomfort and smelling her excitement, he blinked and the dark look vanished and it was replaced with pity and mirth. "Tell me, Y/N~ what do you want from me?" He asked in a purr.
She sighed at the tone of his voice as her rocking sped up, the part where her heel was plunged into her sobbing pussy was making a damp print of her red dress, and her thighs flexed and relaxed as her hips rolled. "My Lord, I want you to touch me, I want you to do such unholy things to me~." She moaned out, as her hand slowly crept up her thigh, her fingers purposely hooking under her dress as she slowly rose it up her thighs, nearly exposing her panties before they unhooked, it trailed up her stomach slowly till it reached her breast where she grabbed it with a sensual sigh.
His eyes were slightly hooded in glee at her actions, he was entertained by her, he truly was. He wasn't aroused by demoness, they couldn't get him riled up like a young, virgin, gorgeous human woman did, the sight of the pleasure and fear in her eyes as he'd have his way with her, her screams of plea for help as he'd dig his claws into her soft skin, the smell of her warm blood, her hair getting knotted. Just the thought alone was enough to get his cock to twitch. He decided to entertain her.
" So You wished to be touched by me~? To be caressed and held~? To be unclothed and licked upon~? To be bitten and marked~? To be thrown onto your back, to be dominated~? To be forced to lie upon your back as I ravish you to my heart's content~? To be suckled upon while I finger your moist, tight, aching pussy~? To have your clit sucked upon~? To have your back arching as you call to the heavens from your orgasm~? To be flipped onto your knees, and to have your waist covered in bruises from my heavy touch~?
To be pounded into, by my thick, curved, long, dick~? To be spanked and manhandled like the little whore you are~? To be moaning my name into the echoing of my room~? To reach your second orgasm with trembling legs~? To be overstimulated by my constant thrusting~? To be flipped onto your side while I grab your soft throat with my large and powerful hand~? To have me whisper into your ear about how you're being such a good girl for me~? To have your thigh held up over my own as I thrust into you, hard and fast~? To have my groans and moans fill your dirty mind~? To have my seed fill you as you reach your last orgasm~? Is that what you want me to do to you, my sweet~?" He purred out.
Her eyes hooded and her lip locked under her teeth as her hand messaged her breast and her other slowly made its way between her thighs, her sweet moans sounded out, echoing into the quiet room, her mind imaging his vivid description of what he'd do to her. "Yes~! Yes, Lord Douma~!! That's what I want! That's what I crave, please, have mercy upon me, and bless me with such actions, I beg of you!" She whined and moaned out her pleas. His smile widened as he held back his gleeful chuckles. He didn't usually do this with demoness, but seeing her being so desperate made him want to be the slightest bit nice to her.
"You wish to worship my cock that badly~? How shameless." He teased. She whined in want as she batted her lashes at him prettily. "Please, Lord Douma?" She said in a soft voice. He observed her for a second longer before he uncrossed his legs, man spreading onto the zabuton as he curled his finger at her for an invite. "Come here, my little vixen~." He said. She was quick to crawl on her knees over towards him, climbing up into the shrine as she kneeled before him, she dared not to touch him, and her eyes trailed over his masculine features.
His handsome face, his Adam's apple, his strong shoulders, his wide chest, his toned stomach, his thick forearms, his powerful hips, and lastly, the main prize that was covered with his hakama pants. He smiled down at her with empty fondness, as he reached out and he petted her head. "Go on, I grant you permission to touch me as you please~." He said in a gentle voice. Her hands got to work, as she slowly trailed them up his strong and toned thighs, closing in on her prize. Her hands cuffed around his clothed cock in a diamond shape, his thickness was shown through the bunched fabric as she ran her hands over his flaccid cock.
He stared down at her with patient and observant eyes, watching as she literally worshiped his cock. She moved her hands back only to move them back in as she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them. Her anticipation was heavy, her heart hammered in her chest as she was revealed to her prize. She gently and carefully pulled him out, holding it gently in her palm as she gazed at it. "It's very handsome." She complimented. He smiled but said nothing, as he enjoyed watching her in her trance.
She gently kissed the tip before she opened her mouth and she wrapped her tongue around the tip, french kissing it before she took him into her mouth. Unfazed by her actions, he watched with mirth as she sucked his flaccid cock, working to get him hard. "My~ You're very skilled at that, I can tell, but it'll take more than that to get me hard." He said. She sucked his cock slightly harder as she hollowed out her cheeks, her throat opened to take him deeper, he remained unfazed at the feeling of her smooth tongue rubbing under his cock, the walls of her cheeks hugging his cock, her throat tight around the tip of his cock as she took him in deeper.
"Hmm~ I don't think you understand... So, let me help you." He said with a close-eyed smile. She looked up at him, waiting for him to explain, but she was shocked when he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and he pushed her all the way down his cock till her nose was pushed into the base of his abdomen, he held her there for a while, the feeling of her throat adjusting and swallowing around his cock brought a smirk to his face and a twitch to his cock. "Human women, are so much more fun to play with, by now, her throat would be squeezing me from the lack of oxygen, constantly swallowing, the ridges of her throat feeling so good~" He said, his eyes shining with a sadistic gleam.
"But, you're sadly a demon, so I won't get that from you~." He mourned before he grabbed a fist full of her hair and he pulled her back, the tip laid on the middle of her tongue, her saliva coated his cock, strings connected from her chin down to his balls, a dazed look on her face as she looked up at him with utmost admiration. He smirked down at her face before he pushed her head back down as he thrusts up, her gagging was loud as she gripped his pants tightly, focusing on breathing through her nose as he mouth fucked her to his heart's content.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Y/N~? Is this what you wanted? To be used like a whore, to be my source of pleasure~?" He purred out. She moaned in response, her hips swayed from side to side as she rubbed her clit on the heel of her foot, and her pussy leaked through her panties to her dress. His grip on her hair tightened as he picked up his speed and force, practically slamming her face back down into his lower abdomen. His eyes grew a hazy look, as she was mentally replaced with a human girl.
Her brows furrowed as her closed eyes tightened, along with her grip on his pants, and her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her jaw twitched closed around his cock, her teeth squeezing him as his muscles convulse, her pussy spasmed as her moans came out high pitched. Her release trailed down her feet making a small pool around the ball of her foot. From the feeling of her teeth clenching down on his twitching cock, he gave a loud groan as his thigh muscles twitched, his hazy and dazed eyes shined in glee at the pleasurable feeling.
The sound of her gagging, the feeling of her contracting throat, her slapping hands upon his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. His cock twitched hard in her throat. He gave a throaty groan in response to his wandering thoughts. She moaned back in response, her hips picking up speed as she grinded down on her heel, her core clenched and unclenched, her stomach growing hot, signifying her of an approaching orgasm.
His own heels dug into the floor of the small shrine, generating a creaking sound as his thrusts became quicker. Her moaning became constant as she felt her orgasm coming, the vibration of her moans stimulated him, and he groaned deeply as his head threw back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
He looked down at her, seeing his saliva-coated cock appear and disappear from his sight. He stared a little longer before he pulled her off his cock, and her post-orgasmic moans sounded out as she was in a dreamy daze from her intense orgasm. He gave her a sadistic smile as he chuckled. "My~ that was actually rather fun... what else can you give me?" He questioned as he sat up, he let her hair go, allowing her to sit up on her own, she stared up at him, admiration was mixed in with her fucked out haze. "Take your clothes off." He simply ordered. She raised her hands up grabbingthe thin strap on her shoulder, as she slid them down, allowing her dress to fall down her body, it pooled around her waist before she stood up, and it fell to pool around her feet.
He watched patiently, as she took off her bra, the straps slid down her shoulders, and she pulled it down, releasing her breasts, her nipples hardened, ready to be played with, she turned it around on her so that she could properly unclip it, allowing it too to fall with her dress. Her hands cuffed her breasts as she closed her eyes, her fingers rubbing over her perky nipples as she moaned softly, her thighs rubbing together. Her hands slid down her body, her bottom lip locked under her teeth as she hooked her thumbs under her panties, slowly pulling them down, bending over with them till they hit the floor.
She slowly straightened out, her hands trailing up her body as she did, running them over her legs, knees, thighs, hips, waist, breast, neck, face, and up into her hair, she gave him a sluttery stare as she batted her lashes at him. His dazed eyes stared at her as he beckoned her over with his finger. "Come here~." He purred. She walked over towards him, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. She marveled at how strong and toned they looked. She looked up into his eyes.
They were dazed and hazy, almost like he wasn't really staring at her, it was like he was in a dream-like state. His hand trailed up her hips, around over back to her ass where he roughly squeezed her cheeks. She gave a soft moan at the rough treatment, his nails seeming like they were going to pierce her skin, he pulled her forward, making her spread her legs as she stumbled forward into his lap. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck. His hands trailed up her waist, over her back, and back down. She looked down between them, seeing his spit-coated cock pent between them.
The tip leaked pre cum as it slightly twitched from a pulse. She was brought from her musing when he suddenly laid back, her hands pulling from his shoulders to rest on his chest as she stared down at him. "I want you to ride me, show your devotion to me.~" He said. Her hands ran over his chest, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, theybran down his abdomen, till she reached his glistening cock. She roughly grabbed it, vaguely recalling his reaction when she bit down on him earlier. It was the right move as his cock throbbed under her actions.
He swallowed at the feeling of her rough treatment, his hands resting lazily on her hips as they moved around to circle her ass cheeks and thighs. She sat up on her knees, while her hands guided his cock down between her legs toward her aching pussy. 'This is it... I'm going to be one with Lord Douma.' She thought excitedly as she slowly sunk down on him. Her eyes rolled as they fluttered close, the stretch slightly burning from not being prepared beforehand, but it was such a good feeling, it burned just right as she descended down his throbbing cock. The feeling of his veins and throbs brought small moans from her mouth as she sunk down.
His eyes were glued to where he could see himself entering into her, her clit slightly throbbing from the stimulation, the feeling of her core clenching. This was different, he wasn't used to having sex to pleasure his partner, he'd usually have sex out of boredom as he'd kill his next meal. It was never to give his partner pleasure. It was always for sadistic reasons. With her, it was different, he didn't hate it, but it was different. His thumb brushed over her clit, and she bucked, making her descend down his shaft fully making them both give a pleasurable sigh.
Her nails dug into his chest making him groan from the pain, his thumb rubbed heavy, fast circles on her clit, and her core tightened making his cock twitch from the feeling of her soft gummy walks pressing into every crevice of his cock, his other hand held onto her hip, his nails dug into her skin making indents into the soft flesh. She moaned from the stimulation on her clit, her hips grinding up into his thumb and down on his cock, her head flopped to the side her eyes closed as she tried to focus on riding, raising her hips up before she brought her ass down heavily on his lap.
He moaned out as his hips raised up to meet her halfway giving her the extra boost to bounce up, their moans, huffs, and groans sounded out in the room, the muffled sound of clapping echoed out, the gooey sound of her pussy could be heard as she grew wetter, her walls contracting and releasing around his twitching cock. He pulled his thumb from her clit, in favor of grabbing her ass, effortlessly picking her up, and letting gravity do its job of making her plant back onto his cock. The muscles in his arms, chest, and shoulders flexed.
His thigs slightly moved back and forth as he thrusts up into her fluttering walls, one of his feet rose onto the ball of his foot, helping his hips to angle up slightly, her reaction was immediate as she threw her head back and she moaned loudly into the empty room. The head of hisbcock pressing against her g spot heavily, hard and fast.
His eyes focused in on her bouncing breasts, watching as they did small little circles as they moved freely from the forcing of their fucking. Her hands moved down his chest towards her clit where she pressed her fingers against it heavily as she aggressively rubbed it.
"NNUAAGH!! FUCK!" He shouted before her walls loosened and they fluttered aggressively as she came hard around his cock. "AH! AH! AH! UGAH! OH GOOOD!" She moaned aloud in time with each new wave from her orgasm. He helped her ride out her orgasm, his thrusts speeding up, chasing for his own climax. Her body relaxed, and she slumped onto him. Her orgasm was harder than she expected, and her eyes were dazed. His arms wrapped around her lower back as his hips continued to thrust his cock up into her well-spent pussy.
"YES! YES! GOD YES! AH!! AHH!! I'M GONNA CUM~!! OH GOD!! LORD DOUMA!! PLEASE!! UAHH!" She cried out in pleasure as her other hand unconsciously came up to groop her breast. His cock twitched from her moans, the thick vein in his cock pulsed harder than expected and his head threw back from the feeling.
Her walls grew tighter, hotter, wetter, and her G spot flexed against the tip of his cock, his thrusting becoming urgent as he knew her climax was coming. Her moans got caught within her throat, and her walls grew tight for a moment, his cock fluttered and the thick vein on his cock pulsed quickly from the feeling.
The loose feeling of her relaxed walls made him groan, his cock twitch, his balls tightened and his world turned white. The feeling of his cock pulsing and twitching against her gummy ridges helped stimulate his orgasm. "NNNUGH! HA! HA! HAAA!" Came his breathy groans in time with his release, his hips doing small weak thrusts, His arms tightened around her, making her groan as it felt like his arms were going to sever her spinal cord, but they slowly loosened as his orgasm came to an end. His legs relaxed against the zabuton.
The room was silent as they both rested in their afterglow. She sighed as she felt his nails gently dragging up and down her back mindlessly. She moved her head, her chin resting on his chest as she looked up at him. "You up for round two?" She asked, a smirk on her face. He looked down at her and he smirked in return. "You still wish to show me your devotion?" He asked. She chuckled in return. "I feel that showing my devotion once isn't good enough." she said in a teasing voice. He gave an empty smile at her words. "Very well then, show me your devotion~." He said, mirth in his eyes.
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blouisparadise · 3 months
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There are so many amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of December. We’re entering a new year feeling incredibly grateful for the amazing fics we got in 2023, and excited for the many we’ll get in 2024! Happy reading!
1) Say Yes To Heaven | Mature | 2818 words
Note: The main pairing is Louis/Ethan Hawke.
 Later when he’s back at the apartment with Oli, as Louis is somewhat dreamily waxing poetic about Ethan, Oli interrupts.- “Does he quote Shakespeare when you fuck?” he asks, poking at the sizzling eggs on the stove. Louis’ cheeks turn suspiciously pink. Oli peers at his face. “Oh my god, he DOES. I KNEW IT.” He triumphantly brandishes his spatula in the air.
2) Shut Your Mouth, Baby | Explicit | 3028 words
While fooling around in a closet at a New Year’s Eve party, Louis can’t seem to keep quiet. All he needs to do is hold off until midnight, when Harry will finally uncover his mouth and let him come at full volume.
3) Bank Holiday Weekend | Mature | 4135 words
Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-two year old omega who doesn’t give a shit. The omega knows his heat is coming up but still decides to attend Reading and Leeds Festival with his nineteen year old alpha co-worker Harry Styles.
4) Walk In Your Rainbow Paradise | Mature | 4151 words
Louis feels emotional after he watched Harry told the interviewer about the fish in his latest music video, leading up to him thinking about their 'secret' relationship throughout the years. Harry comes home to his husband who's feeling pissed off and needy of his comfort and warmth.
5) One | Explicit | 4188 words
Note: The main pairing is Louis/Tommy Shelby.
When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.
6) Dreaming of a Green Christmas | Explicit | 4226 words
Harry opens the wrong package by mistake and finds the sex toy Louis ordered for himself. That's not an opportunity Harry can pass up on.
7) Never Felt More At Home (Then When I'm In Your Arms) | Not Rated | 5361 words
Louis and Harry are on tour with the band when Louis is struck with an unexpected heat. He's always known in the back of his mind there was something between him and his best mate, and when opportunity strikes... well, it hits hard.
8) Cat Got Your Tongue? | Explicit | 5523 words
“Who the fuck are you?” Harry screeches and jumps back in surprise. The man drops the popcorn bowl on the carpet and stands up, raising his hands in surrender, “Hey, it's me.” Harry frowns. He has never seen this man in his life. He stares at the wide blue eyes and… holy shit. There's no way. Harry rephrases his question, “what are you?"
9) I’m So Drunk On You (Baby, You’re All That I Want) | Explicit | 5875 words
A lucid celebration yet of nothing in particular, and it was that he found alluring, begged to make himself a part of. "Come on, H live a little." Louis pleaded without care for the sigh that slipped his lips, for the smile that they both formed were proof enough he'd given in. So giddy within skips toward the centre where they gathered, the smaller carried Harry close behind to join the chaos.
10) Snow At The Beach | Mature | 7885 words
The little Matthew Styles had been throwing objects into his cute omega neighbor's yard only for the adorable blue-eyed boy to come to his house to return them and talk to his father. "I'm starting to believe that he does it on purpose just so he can hug you" Harry appeared behind them and Louis smiled at him. "I wouldn't complain if it were like that"
11) Don’t Let The Fire Die | Explicit | 8850 words
Harry makes a long trip to take back what is his.
12) The Box | Explicit | 8895 words
When the signal comes, Harry dips and slides into the box, settling himself on his back with his knees bent.  Louis lifts the side of the box to close it, and as he does so Harry goes to pull his jacket from behind his back a little. The last sight that Louis is presented with before Harry is gone from view is the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen arching his back, with his head thrown upwards, mouth slightly open. And fuck. 
13) Touch Me (Like Nobody Else Does) | Mature | 11459 words
The alpha’s grin returned tenfold, deep dimples popping into his cheeks. Holy shit, he has dimples. “No, I don’t mind at all. I know where to find you when I need it back,” he said with a chuckle before leaning back into his seat. Louis let out a small giggle before nodding. “I’ll be sure it gets returned to you…?” He trailed off, one eyebrow raised at the other man. “Harry,” he replied, amusement still shining in his eyes. “And you are?” “Louis,” the omega responded before leaning back into his seat averting his eyes once again. “Thank you, really, for the charger. You’re a lifesaver. I’m not sure how I would’ve made it through without my Netflix.”
14) Cause I’m Really Not Fine At All | Mature | 13679 words
Louis Tomlinson, one of the famous members of One Direction, is involved in a car accident that caused him to have amnesia, wiping all the last five years of his life from the memory. The interesting part is he may not remember that he has a girlfriend now, yet his mind seems to think that he has been in a relationship with one of the members, Harry Styles. Harry is baffled and shocked at the situation that's thrown in his face. He finds himself learning how to be a good boyfriend for Louis. It has to be easy.. 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
15) Roommates | Mature | 18604 words
Louis and Harry are roommates. Harry had put up an ad for a roommate, and Louis moved in. Harry notices that Louis only survives on takeout out, and when he leaves for his shift, he cooks an extra plate of food for Louis with a note.
16) Play By The Rules | Explicit | 21835 words
“Okay,” Harry clears his throat. “Sit on the bed, um, slut.” A beat of silence passes between them as Louis raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “You want to try saying that like you mean it?” Harry pouts, jutting out his lower lip. “But I don’t mean it, Lou. I feel like I’m being mean.”
17) You Bring Blue Lights To Dreams | Explicit | 30177 words
A body slid up behind him and he tensed until he realized it was Jailen, “So… Louis’ pretty cool huh?” He whispered so Louis wouldn't hear from the other side of the barn. “I mean yeah,” Harry responded, brows furrowing together before he realized what Jailen was really saying, “Jailen no that’s not- no. Nothing’s going to happen so don’t meddle, I’m serious.” “I’m not doing anything my dear Harold, I cannot control what happens naturally. Come on Harry, I know you’ve been getting restless with the whole finding your soulmate thing, it might be time to just try and put yourself out there for a while.”
18) He's Driving Me Crazy... But... I'm Into It | Explicit | 56219 words
The boys are organising a holiday in France for Louis, and Harry is able to make the trip at the last minute thanks to Niall. While things seem to be off to a bad start between them, it seems that some of the behaviour is just pretend. And of course, Louis is annoying, and Harry is his usual calm self... But the others don't seem to understand Louis' feelings, and that's not something Harry will let pass. If they gain more than friendship, that's just a bonus.
19) Your Eyes Are Tired But Keep Them Open Cause You Wouldn’t Wanna Miss A Thing | Explicit | 137451 words
Louis is an omega in an abusive relationship everyone forced him into; he’s miserable until he meets his favorite student’s uncle, Harry, a gentle alpha with a big heart.
20) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167485 words
Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie. He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday. Louis Tomlinson won't be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it. Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family's business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend's couch. They can manage. Surely, nothing will go wrong.
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127luvr · 8 months
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Masterlist
𓏲 ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪ ٬     ุ๋ ⸱ 
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purple 🌕
4:47 am 🐱
1:04 am 🐱
good thing 🐱
05:45 pm 🌹
favorite (vampire) 🐙
09:48 pm 🐰
from home 🐰
day dream 🐰
dreamer 🐰
fool 🍑
paradise 🍑
timeless 🍑
love song 🍑
try again 🍑
forever only pt2 🍑
sorry heart 🐯
black clouds 🐯
child 🐯
vitamin 🐯
make your day 🐯
poison 🐻
be there for you 🐯🐻
1, 2, 3 pt2 🐯🐻
dream
it’s yours 👑
my first and last 🦊
irreplaceable 🦊
moon 🦊
02:52 am 🐰
la la love 🐰
teddy bear 🐰
all night long 🐰
rainbow 🐰
birthday party 🐰
make a wish 🐰
sweet dream 🐰
my love mine all mine (smau) 🐰
08:08 am 😸
better than gold 😸
dive into you 😸
rewind 😸
take my breath 😸
11:41 pm 🐹
walk you home 🐹
tangerine love 🐹
quiet down 🐹
to my first 🐹
romantic st 🐹
like we just met 🐹
starry night pt2 🐹
work it 🐹😸
best friend (all)
wayv
all for love 🐻
low low 🐱
07:13 pm 🐑
dream launch 🐑
u
round & round 🦌
shinee ⋆⭒˚。⋆
6:20 pm 🐰
lovesick 🦌
just me and you 🐣
cravity -͟͟͞☆
00:31 am 🐱
give me your love 🐰
divin’ 🐰
txt ☁︎。⋆。
magic 🐧
3:56 pm 🐰
ateez ₊ ⊹✮
1:09 pm 🍓
seventeen ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰
all my love 🍒
heaven’s cloud 🐸
p1harmony ⋆ °‧𓇼
4:08 am 🦎
wei ⋱ ✧
dancing in the dark 🐹
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so-idialed-9 · 2 years
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I am NEVER getting over that not only did H help a guy come out by raising the pride flag and saying, you're gay my boy, but also:
Mateo had multi colored painted nails just like Harry's - how much Harry's journey must have meant to him, from scared kid afraid of putting polish on to owning and modeling his own polish and beauty line and proudly waving the rainbow flag constantly
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Harry said, when this flag goes over the head you're officially GAY. Not out, GAY.
Look at Mitch's little laugh when he says that.
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Source: @hlkings x
He dressed as a modern Freddie Mercury after doing the iconic Freddie pose the day before and honoring his call and response at Wembley
After the usual pride flag dancing and coming out, towards the end of his set -
H finished LOML, picked up ANOTHER pride flag, raised it, draped it over himself, KISSED it... and walked off stage for the break.
Harry has come out ten thousand times. Anyone ignoring that is willfully participating in closeting not just him - but every LGBTQ person by assuming people are straight.
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all4theluvoflizzy · 3 months
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One of your F/Os ate the last cookie. Who was it?
I bet it was Rocky with that sweet tooth of his! 😆
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hentagirl · 9 months
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Good Boy ෆ
Warnings: Dacryphilia, size kink, finger sucking and fucking, corrupt kink, yandere, cock sucking, Doma uses you as a fleshlight, non-con
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You are sent to eternal paradise cult to spy on the uppermoon Doma but soon become his favorite sadly he hits your head making you forget he was a demon and how your a demon slayer but soon you get use to Doma looking and following you it’s normal right..?
❝𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞~❞
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“a-are you sure I-I can do this…” said a very nervous boy “Ofc! and if you are in danger a crow will be there following every move the cult does” said a woman with purple tips and dark soulless purple eyes Shinobu dressed up the young boy in a ragged yukata “there your disguise is ready!” said Shinobu “Now you have to pretend to be miserable near the cult someone will take you in hopefully and you’ll be watched there by a crow if it sees you struggling we will send a hashira to help you now please be safe.” said Shinobu holding the nervous boy hands “i don’t want you having the same fate as Kanae..” said Shinobu “Don’t worry i’ll come back in one piece!” said Y/n smiling at the woman who smiled back
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“Oh my your so young what are you doing here!” said a woman looking at a young boy who was in rags his face stained with tears “i-i was kicked out of my p-parents house b-because—“ the young boy began crying again the woman hugged him and she smiled “listen there is a mansion near our leader is so kind to let anyone in need to stay you could be aided there” said the woman the young boy smiled “Oh thank you so much!” said the boy hugging the woman
Y/n was brought to a huge mansion he watched in awe seeing a lot of happy people and pictures of a handsome man with rainbow eyes “w-who is h-he?” questioned Y/n “Oh that is Doma our cult leader who does good in the world!” praised the woman ‘Shinobu didn’t tell me how the demon would look.. why don’t people see he’s a demon..’ thought Y/n “oh look there!! go to the nurse they will give you medicine and a room” said the woman “now take care young boy” the woman walked away as the boy nervously went inside the infirmary
“now you look much better here’s your room” said a nurse “oh t-thank you..” said Y/n “Hey you the leader wants to meet you!” said the same woman from earlier “m-me?!” said the boy frantically “Yes you omg you’ll finally meet Doma listen don’t be so nervous your gonna give a bad impression to our leader!” said the woman making the young boy more nervous “o-oh ok!!” said Y/n the woman grinned and dragged the young boy somewhere else..
They soon made it to large wooden doors the woman knocked and there was a voice behind the door “It’s open!” the woman opened the door and blushed seeing the cult leader “Ara ara~ you look so young and cute” said the rainbow eyed demon making the young boy turn red he could feel his heart beat faster “thank you for bringing me the boy you can leave now.” said Doma the woman smiled following orders leaving the young demon slayer and the upper moon demon “So tell me about yourself here have a seat!” smiled the demon Y/n nervously walked to the empty spot next to Doma “Now tell me why are you here?” said Doma making the young boy sweat nervously the demon tilted his head innocently “the woman told me you were kicked out of your house why?” said Doma the young boy mentally sighed “w-well i was kicked out because my older sister was basically the favorite and she framed me for something i didn’t do and t-that’s how i got kicked out..” the boy had tears running down his face making the demon feel more thrilled the demon made the young boy lay down on his chest “It’s ok you can stay here for as long as you need” said Doma he smelled the boy he smelled so nice and yummy..no he had to resist..he felt the young boy go limp ‘Oh he’s asleep that fast..’ he smelled so good he just needed one bite..one bite won’t hurt right plus he’s asleep Doma opened his mouth revealing large sharp teeth’s he licked the area he was going to bite and sank his sharp fangs into Y/n’s neck “hng..” Doma sucked the blood out of Y/n’s neck his blood was so sweet “D-Doma!!” Y/n felt the pain and tears ran down his face “Oh your awake that’s good~” said Doma he was about to take off Y/n’s yukata when Y/n backed away “s-stay away i’ll tell everyone your a demon!” panicked Y/n he covered his body with the bloody yukata Doma sighed “I didn’t wanna do this lily pad..but you leave me no choice” Y/n saw Doma was gone for a second and he turned around and felt cold hit his head he fell down to Doma arms making him smile
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“Oh Y/n you look so good today!” said a man Y/n nervously smiled “t-thank you..” said Y/n he could feel eyes dig into his skull but ignored it “Y/n i was wondering if you’d like to have fun tonight at my room~” said the man Y/n looked at him confused oh he’s so innocent the man sighed and smiled again whispering into his ear “i’m saying that we should sleep together i promise i can make you forget about everything and think about how my cock drills inside you~” said the creepy man Y/n blushed at his words recently Doma has been teaching some stuff to Y/n and most of the education was about yk.. Y/n tried declining the creepy man’s offer but he would still follow the young boy around “come on i promise you’ll have a great time~” said the man “i-i already said no what d-don’t you understand!” yelled the young boy “Oh Y/n is this man bothering you?~” said a rainbow eyes demon Y/n turned around tears staining his face “c-can we go please..” pleaded Y/n he clinged onto Domas arm “Of course~” Doma and Y/n walked away not before giving the creepy man a death stare
Y/n was now eating outside the huge mansion he didn’t see the creepy man anywhere which is a good thing maybe Doma banned him from ever coming back or something else happened.. Y/n finished his food and went back inside “Oh Y/n over here~” Y/n saw Doma waving at him “Oh Hi Doma!” said Y/n smiling “t-thank you for banning the creepy man” said Y/n holding Domas hand affectionately “…i did ban him and it was no problem i’d do anything to protect you my little lily pad~” said Doma he watched as Y/n became flustered “It’s becoming night time why don’t you sleep here?” said Doma inviting Y/n inside “wow your room is so large..” awed Y/n “There is a king sized bed with curtains you can sleep there if you’d like!” said Doma “what about you?..” questioned Y/n making Doma smile “I don’t really need sleep..” said Doma “c-can you atleast stay with me please..” pleaded Y/n “Oh sure anything for you~” said Doma, Y/n was ontop of Doma he kept moving trying to find a comfortable spot but it all started when Doma groaned “Lily pad please try not to move to much~” said Doma “s-sorry am i heavy..” panicked Y/n he tries to get off but Doma pulled him closer “Lily pad your making me quite hard~“ said Doma making Y/n question him “Your innocence always makes me so thrilled~” Doma held Y/n facing his back Y/n felt something hard poking his back “Do you feel that lily pad?~ you did this you made me so hard you make me wanna pound you make you cry~” said Doma he slowly snaked his fingers around Y/n’s face and put them inside Y/n’s mouth “suck.” Y/n sucked on Domas slender fingers and Doma thrusted his fingers deeper his throat making Y/n gag and little tears started forming in his eyes Y/n opened his mouth and Doma took out his fingers and put his hand under Y/n’s yukata he felt his small hole and sticked his finger in making Y/n moan “i-it hurts!” cried Y/n “Don’t worry Lily pad you’ll feel much better when i find that spot oh found it~” Doma hit Y/n’s prostate making him let out a slutty moan like “your so tight~” Doma felt Y/n’s wall tighten on him “and so sensitive look at how your dick is letting out pre cum~” Doma continued with the dirty talk making Y/n feel hotter “m-my tummy feels a-weird!” whimpered Y/n “relax lily pad you’ll feel much better~” said Doma Y/n followed orders and saw white he felt such amazing pleasure just by Domas slender fingers “you look so cute having a orgasm~” said Doma, Y/n felt Domas hand to his chin “your mouth is so cute letting out such beautiful sounds i hope your mouth knows how to suck a cock~” said Doma he loosened up his yukata revealing his huge cock Y/n stared in shock was he suppose to put that all in his mouth?… “don’t worry i’ll be gentle~” said Doma Y/n bend down and opened his mouth he licked the pre cum that tasted salty Y/n licked the tip like a kitten Doma sighed “such a innocent soul im not surprised you don’t know how to suck a cock don’t worry i’ll teach you~” Doma shoved his whole cock inside Y/n’s mouth making him gag and more tears stained his face “there you go~” Y/n sucked onto his cock and felt the vieny cock pulse Doma wasn’t so quiet “Oh just like that lily pad~” groaned Doma he thrusted into Y/n’s throat making the young boy gag “oh i’m cumming~” Doma came inside Y/n’s mouth making him swallow the salty liquid “Good boy~” Doma praised Y/n who was already tired unfortunately for him Doma has infinite stamina
“D-Doma p-please n-no more hahh~” Y/n let out slutty moans feeling Domas huge cock hit his abused prostate “I-i can’t take hng anym-more~” cried Y/n, Doma who was pounding Y/n like a animal in heat smirked “Look at how much you take me in such a obedient and good boy you were made for me~” said Doma “Hng hah~..” Y/n cried feeling so much pleasure “don’t worry lily pad after this i’ll take such good care of you~” said Doma smiling like crazy
“You won’t remember anything~”
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Rainbow Baby | Sandman Imagine
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Summary: After having gone through a miscarriage, you and your husband seem to be blessed by another pregnancy.
Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader
Requested: Yes
A few years had passed ever since your miscarriage… Being the Nordic Goddess of love and fertility the loss of your unborn child had brought up an immense heaviness to your heart.
Your husband, Morpheus had too mourned this loss alongside you, feeling helpless as he knew he couldn’t do anything to mend your broken heart.
Only time would be able to do that, so for years you went on with your lives the best you could taking care of the realm and your daughter, Isolde.
Isolde had grown quite beautifully, she now had the appearance of a twelve year old, your precious daughter was full of life, and kept you busy.
You hadn’t been feeling all too well these past weeks and the symptoms you were experiencing were similar to your other pregnancies, but rather than feeling excited you felt more on edge.
This time you were more cautious, first you decided to confirm your suspicions with the Fates, and after paying them a visit you were completely certain you were with child.
You came back to The Dreaming, ready to find your husband and tell him the news, as you went in your search you felt your excitement came rushing in. For the first time in forever, you allowed yourself to be a hopeful pregnant woman.
Lucienne had told you where to find your spouse and you were greeted by the sight of your husband laying on the green grass with your daughter on top, he seemed to be tickling her, and the little girl was squirming and giggling in her touch.
You went ahead and approached them, Isolde felt your presence and ran to you, leaving his father on the floor.
“Is, would you please go with Lu?”
“Oh… you want to have a grown up talk with dad” she said, her eyes glistening and you nodded, kissing her temple.
“You are the smartest girl, never lose that” it was the last thing you said before walking up to Morpheus who was placidly laying on the ground. He smiled widely at the sight of you.
“You alright?” You joked, stretching out your hand for him to stand
“I am” he said, finally standing with your help.
“I went with The Fates today” you explained, Morpheus looked at you confused.
“The Fates?” He asked, almost scared on asking the reason for your visit, he looked at you intently holding your waist “Has something been troubling you?”
“I needed clarification on a delicate matter, after all I didn’t want to break the news to you if my suspicions weren’t true” even when you spoke very calmly, your heart was beating loudly in your chest, your palms felt sweaty.
Morpheus held you tighter in anticipation, he was starting to connect the dots himself, but he wanted you to say it, he needed the words to come out of your mouth to make it real.
“We’re having a baby, again” the cosmos in his eyes seemed to become brighter, he embraced you fully, placing his hand on your head and lifting you up from the ground. You both loved your daughter beyond words, but you did have the hope of having another child, so at this moment, it felt like paradise.
“How long have you known this for?” He asked unable to contain his excitement, Dream was at the edge of tears.
“A few weeks, but I was so scared…” you confessed, his gaze softened as he leaned in to kiss your lips.
“Listen to me, I will be with you every step of the way and it’ll be alright. I promise you” at his heartwarming words, you broke into tears, and he held you as you cried.
Morpheus knew you needed to let out all of those emotions, he could even feel them himself, the grief of your child, the fear of history repeating itself but also the joy and hope this new pregnancy gave you.
The hope of the baby that would come after a miscarriage, your own little perfect rainbow baby.
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I'm listening to my liked songs AND NO! YOU WILL LISTEN! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH AMERICAN SHOES BY RAINBOW KITTEN SURPISE IS ABIGAIL AND JOHN CODED MF LISTEN
You said I'll come back, I'll come back for you my love, wait for me You said you're the only, You've been the only one I love, and love believes
YOUR HONOR THEY ARE IN LOVE
But love is a bird that you kept in your coat Warm until it died in the dark And death is the love of what hurts you the most So you drink your day away till you're warm as paradise
YOUR HONOR THEIR LOVE IS NOT PERFECT IT BURNS IT STINGS AND IT'S A PRODUCT OF THEIR TIME BUT MAINLY PRODUCT OF THE WAY THEY WERE RAISED AND FORCED TO MATURE SO SOON
I'm not hurt I'm broken, But I called to say I'm fine
YOUR HONOR THEY'RE BROKEN BUT MAYBE!!§ MAYBE!!!!!!!§ And I heard you had another love, But I'd love you to think I don't mind
YOUR HONOR HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK! THEY ALL HAD HER AND SO WHAT The baby in your arms ain't mine, But I made believe as though it was
YOUR HONOR EVEN IF YOU LIKE THE THEORY JACK AINT HIS HE IS FUCK YOU YOUR HONOR RESPECTFULLY And I didn't mean to call this late but I think I'm in love With the thought of us
YOUR HONOR! THEY DESERVE TO GROW OLD
So you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs, And mirrors paint you beautiful like older photographs, But we grow, we grow old, Even this won't last
YOUR HONOR NOTHING IS FOREVER AND THEY DIDN'T GROW OLD BUT THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL AND IF NOTHING JACK IS HERE WALKING PROOF OF THEIR LOVE AND THE RANCH IS THE PROOF THE CHICKENS THERE ARE THE PROOF THE BLOOD SPILLED IS THE PROOF ARTHUR'S BLOOD IS THE PROOF No one understands, no one cares at all And they're tearing down our sacred places in the hall You know I hate to dance, Still you ask, still you ask for my hand
YOUR HONOR THE RANCH IS GONNA FALL APART WITHOUT THEM IT'S GONNA BE DESTROYED BUT ONCE HE STOOD TALL AND PROUD AND THERE WAS LAUGHTER IN THE HALL
I love you like the kids love throwing bottles of the bridge And breaking in to trade your fix for American shoes For American shoes, I've been dying to lie awake In a room for two, but
YOUR HONOR AMERICAN DREAM IS A LIE BUT LIFE IS FULL OF LIES AND WE LIVE AND LOVE FOR THE WHAT IFS I'll come back, I'll come back for you my love But love is a bird that you kept in your coat Warm until it died in the dark And death is the love of what hurts you the most So you drink your day away till you're warm as paradise
YOUR HONOR I PRAY THERE'S A BETTER WORLD IN WHICH THEY ALL SURVIVED AND THE FIRE IS BURNING IN THE LIVING ROOM AND THERE'S FOOD ON THE STOVE AND ABIGAIL IS STILL PLAYING THE PIANO AND JOHN GOES FISHING WITH JACK
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