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undertheorangetree · 8 months

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Competition

Summary- Aemond is a big fan of healthy competition.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female Reader. Modern AU. Mutual edging. Handjob. Fingering. Blowjob. Surprisingly fluffy?? Straight up porn.

Author's Note- I wrote this instead of studying for my midterm lmao. This was a request and therefore a tumblr special so I'm posting the full story here below the cut :)

Usually, she finds the competitive nature of her relationship funny.

Aemond has always been competitive. Whether it was a board game amongst friends or trivia night at the pub or something as simple as an arm wrestle, he loved to win. Most of the time, she found the trait endearing and knew it was a habit she shared, especially when he was there to egg her on.

But it is at times like this she thinks perhaps his need for competition has gotten out of hand. Laying naked on their shared bed, Aemond on his knees beside her with his hand between her legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her ceaselessly. Her hand is wrapped around his cock, doing her best to match his pace even while the pleasure his hand is wringing from her licks up her spine, leaving her dizzy and half boneless. He had gotten it into his head that even this had to be a competition, that whoever forced the other to beg to come first would be declared the winner. She doesn't even remember what they're playing for, not now, but she does know that losing is not an option.

Already, they’ve denied each other twice, pulling the other away in their attempt to win. Despite the desperation that is sitting heavy in her gut, her cunt already hyper sensitive and the feeling only getting worse, she can’t make herself look away from Aemond’s face. His eyes are half lidded, the pupil in his real eye blown wide and turning the blue near black, chest heaving with every breath. His hips buck into her hand weakly, matching her strokes as if he wants nothing more than to let the bliss of it pull him under, his need to win the only thing holding him back. She’ll never get tired of that look, the way his features have gone soft and pliant as pleasure runs through him. She wants to immortalize it, stamp it in her mind’s eye and look at it forever.

She knows she looks just as desperate as he does, legs shaking as she feels her orgasm racing toward her. He keeps a steady pace, the sound of her cunt all but echoing through the room while his thumb circles her clit. It’s almost insulting, how well he is working her up even while she does the same to him. She had half hoped that the pleasure running through him would be some kind of distraction but he seems laser focused, staring between her legs as if he never wants to look away. And she's so close. She can feel it right there, knows that if he keeps going she'll fall over the edge, but just as her orgasm is about to run over her, she knocks his hand away. A desperate whine leaves her, hips bucking up to chase his hand despite having been the one to push it away, and she hears him let out a low groan, his wet fingers closing around her knee.

"Fuck, look at you." His other hand comes up to brush across her tits as if he can't stand the thought of not touching her, catching her nipple between his fingers. She jerks, knowing that was more calculated than it was loving, and slaps his hand away irritably. It doesn’t deter him. "You can give up any time you want, baby, just say the word."

Though she's breathless, frustration and disappointment churning in her gut, she knows he hears the petulance in her voice when she says, "Same goes for you, baby."

He grins, hand falling back between her legs again to play with her clit. There's a smugness there she doesn't like, as if he's sure that she will be the one to beg first, and she decides to wipe the arrogance from his face. Turning slightly, she shuffles a little closer, licking the weeping tip of his cock and before sucking the head into her mouth, fist still pumping at the base. She looks up at him with big doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as she can with his cock in her mouth, and very nearly grins at what she sees.

The effect it has on him is almost immediate. His stomach tenses, mouth dropping open and hand going momentarily still as he watches her, black swallowing the blue of his eye whole. She takes full advantage of his distraction, taking him into her mouth a little deeper and hollowing her cheeks. She knows him, knows every mannerism he has just before he falls apart, and she knows from the look on his face and the way he starts thrusting helplessly into her mouth that he's half a second away from finishing.

Unfortunately, he notices it too and she feels his hand in her hair, tugging her gently off his cock with a frustrated groan. A thin cord of spit connects her to him and he lets out an almost pitiful moan at the sight of it, bringing a grin to her face.

He almost sounds as though he's whining as he says, "You're cheating. Don't cheat."

She tilts her head as she takes him back in hand, reveling in the whimper he lets out. "Why? 'Cause you're gonna come?"

"Because I can't put my mouth on you. S'not fair."

She feels her grin broaden. "And we both know how much you like putting your mouth on me."

He very nearly growls at that before all but tackling her to the bed, forcing her onto her back once more. He kisses her hard, almost punishingly, and she moans into his mouth, both hands coming up to capture his face in her hands. She’s happy for the reprieve, the want burning between her legs too distracting, and takes her time kissing him, in feeling his lips pressing against her own.

"You're such a brat," he mutters against her mouth and she laughs, nipping at his bottom lip to further prove his point. His hand falls to spank her lightly in retaliation, making her jolt again before her own hand drops to find revenge in another way.

It takes him less than a second to follow suit, his fingers running through her to collect the arousal that’s gathered there before pushing a finger back inside her, crooking it up immediately to rub against the spot he knows makes her squirm. They’re both on their sides now and she slings her leg over his hip in an attempt to get more comfortable, still kissing him in the hopes that it will be enough to distract her from falling apart. It does little to help, the pleasure rolling to a boiling point in her belly. In any other circumstance, she would be grateful knowing that her boyfriend knew exactly how to touch her, how to work her up so perfectly, but now she knows that it will be her downfall unless she takes matters into her own hands.

Her mouth drops open, a moan escaping her when he begins circling her clit again, fast enough that her whole body shudders. Knowing now that she is sure to lose should he keep that up, she speeds up her hand in an attempt to bring him over the edge before her. She runs her thumb along the head of his cock, stroking at him faster, and fights the urge to giggle when he pulls away to moan, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder. His lips drag along the skin there, leaving lightning bolts of want in his wake, and her free hand comes up to twist in his hair, lifting herself up slightly.

“Please let me make you come,” she breathes near his ear, biting her lip when he moans faintly in response to it. “You look so pretty when you do. Just want to make you feel good, baby, please.”

She grinds down into his hand subconsciously, rolling her hips in her desperate need for more, and revels in the groan he lets out. She can feel herself clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her, but she refuses to succumb to her want now. Once she wins, she will gladly keep him in this bed all night and let him do whatever he wants to her. But before then, she wants to watch him fall apart.

“C’mon. Be a good boy for me.”

That does it. He lets out another whiney sound, this one half a moan, as his brows knit together, bucking his hips up into her hand. She strokes at him quickly, once, twice, until he spills himself over her fist with another moan, thrusts stuttering as he finishes.

Though his hand stalled while he came, he picks up where he left off the moment he has recovered, not giving her any time to mourn the loss of her fading orgasm. His fingers comes back up to her clit, circling it as hard and fast as she can handle and pulling a yelp from her. His free hand falls to the leg that still rests across his hip, holding her in place as he rubs at her faster and faster, that familiar coil in the pit of her stomach snapping almost as quickly as it begins to form. She writhes beside him as her orgasm washes over her, a whine leaving her as her head tips back, giving him enough room to press a litany of open mouthed kisses across her throat.

All at once, the room falls silent, the faint droning of the TV in the next room still humming on where they left it. They’re both panting and Aemond turns onto his back, his hand keeping her leg splayed across his lap while he does it, a faint stretch burning in her thigh.

"I win," she announces breathlessly, wiping her hand clean of him before flopping onto her side, cheek pressing tight against his chest.

He vibrates under her face with a huffed laugh, his hand comes up to stroke at her hair mindlessly. "I think you already got your prize."

She turns her head up to meet his eye. "And if I want another one?"

He turns down to kiss her again. This time, it’s much gentler, all the desperation that had filled the air between them simmering down to nearly nothing. A part of her thinks that he may be content to simply lay here with her in their disheveled bed but then he reaches for her ass again, using his grip there to tug her to lay flat on top of him. His cock is already half hard between them and she feels the side of her mouth quirk up at the realization that he is, in fact, not quite done yet.

“That can be arranged.”

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hellfireghoul · 1 year

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Approval

Leon Kennedy x f!Reader

Summary: You've been partnered up with Leon, much to both your dismay, on the mission to rescue the President's daughter from a deadly cult located in Spain. Leon's constant jabs to undermine you really start getting under your skin and you finally confront him about it.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Pure smut with little plot. Slight degrading??

Words: 4.1k

Notes: Okay so I haven't written smut in a long time so bare with me, this is probably fucking awful but I cannot stop thinking about this pixelated man, the brain rot is too real. Okay enjoy

You wondered if he’d ever look your way again. You wanted nothing more than for him to tell you you’d done a good job. Or to maybe compliment your skills. Just once.

It incensed you that you felt this way, that you wanted the approval of someone so cocky. You didn’t have to prove yourself to anyone. You’d gotten where you were from years of gruelling hard work and training, and it infuriated you that you could be left feeling this way over a man you barely knew. If you were hearing this story from a friend, you’d laugh at them. At the sheer neediness and desperate desire for approval. From a man no doubt. It was pitiful.

Nevertheless, you found yourself pining for that approval. Making sure you were on your A game even more than usual. You’d been assigned the task of rescuing the President’s daughter, yourself and Leon Kennedy being the only two people entrusted enough to deliver on such a task. It seemed Leon had a hard time believing why you were chosen to accompany him.

The sly comments had begun from day one, as soon as you were deployed. You had met previously of course, but only briefly around the office and he’d never even really acknowledged you. Naturally, you were thrilled when you’d been paired with him. The arrogant agent that never spoke a word to you, great.

You took it upon yourself anyway to introduce yourself properly to Leon as you boarded the helicopter, he’d simply nodded at you but didn’t say anything. You’d pressed for further conversation on the flight, and he’d simply commented that he ‘wasn’t aware you were up to a level to be on this type of mission’.

The fucking cheek.

For the first day, it had been a constant battle of you poking at him to get his attention. Not even because you wanted it, you were just baffled at how someone you were spending your every waking second with could be so indifferent. So uninterested. You were lying if you said your ego wasn’t a little bruised. The few comments he did make however, were to undermine you.

“Your gun needs a reload.” He’d murmur, as you’d just finished taking down two ganados single-handedly.

“You not gonna pick that up?” He’d commented, gesturing to your combat knife strewn on the ground in the midst of you both fighting. You’d merely scoffed at him, shaking your head and shoving it back into its pouch with more force than necessary.

Now, the two of you were holed up in a decently sized abandoned house. It was day two, and Leon had barely spoken more than a few words to you, much to your utmost annoyance. You were exhausted, having been on constant alert all day, taking out some of your frustrations perhaps on the ganados. You’d gathered some intel on where Ashley Graham was being kept, but right now, the weather was absolutely horrific and you had no way to access her. You’d have to wait it out. You watched from the floor as Leon barricaded the front door of the house with a battered bookcase, your eyes glancing over his toned arms, causing you to swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

“Little help would be nice.” Leon uttered, a final shove ensuring the bookcase fully covered the door.

“I’m surprised you would entrust me with such responsibility. I mean, I’m clearly not capable enough.” You said, venom laced in your tone as you stood up from your seat on the floor. Leon, to your dismay, didn’t react. This only served to infuriate you more. You strode over to the window, shouldering another worn piece of furniture in front of it, he came over to help, but you’d already managed by the time he’d got to you.

“I got it.” You muttered, sulking off to cover the other window. “Unless you know, I didn’t do it right. Maybe you want to check it.”

Leon audibly groaned at your sarcastic words, and you seized his tiny reaction and ran with it.

“No seriously, what is your problem?” You span round.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’ve been undermining me from the minute you set eyes on me. Some niceties do go a long way you know.”

“I’m not here to make friends, sweetheart.”

You had to stop your jaw from falling slack at his choice of words. You were enraged at his audacity.

“Sweetheart? You barely speak to me and now you have the audacity to start calling me sweetheart?” You scoffed in disbelief at the arrogant man standing before you. His stern features didn’t so much as falter at your words, instead, he clenched his jaw and took two paces towards you.

“We have a job to do, if you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to be dismissed.” He spoke in a dangerously low tone, his face now inches from yours. The tension in the air was almost palpable, and it shocked you how your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your body flush from head to toe. You’d always found Leon attractive, sure, but his arrogance seemed to turn you off to any idea of him in that way. Now however, your mouth went noticeably dry and your head spun as he was inches from touching you. Your entire body felt as if it was on fire, waiting for something to happen. Expecting him to make a move. Instead, he pulled away, leaving you almost whimpering.

“That’s what I thought.” Leon stated, his face neutral as you watched him back up a few paces in disbelief. He headed towards the moth-eaten sofa and the equally tattered chair, settling himself in the armchair with his pistol fully loaded in his right hand.

“Get some sleep, big day tomorrow.” Although his face didn’t display it, you knew he was feeling unbelievably smug.

He was playing a game, one you were now set on winning.

Ashley Graham was exactly how you’d envisioned the President’s daughter to be. Preppy, innocent-eyed and slightly entitled. You watched in irritation as Leon played the hero, catching Ashley perfectly from the church window and you fought not to roll your eyes into the back of your head, aware there were more pressing issues at hand as the sound of ganados snarling rumbled beneath you. You climbed out next, hovering on the window sill and gaging how to land.

To your surprise, Leon offered out his hand. You shot him a look, opting to jump out of your own accord, landing perfectly at his feet with a satisfied smirk you couldn’t hide. The three of you hurried around to the graveyard that preceded the church doors, you ahead, Leon behind and Ashley sandwiched in the middle to ensure maximum security. You drew your pistol as you fought through some of the enemies, dodging and shooting where needed. As you fled through, you came to an opening just before a wooden bridge. Ganados fled in from every direction, torches and pitchforks at the ready, screaming and ready for blood.

You paused in your tracks, desperately searching for the best way forward until Leon yelled, “This way!”

He’d rushed forward, over the wooden bridge and that’s when you saw a familiar face gesturing you inside the house ahead. You and Ashley followed Leon in hot pursuit, following him as he ushered the two of you inside and began bolting the large wooden gate in front of the house.

“You again?” You said, pondering the familiar face in front of you. The dark haired man before you, you and Leon had met the day previously, on the first day of your deployment. He had left the two of you entangled in a compromising position, much to both of your disgust.

“Listen, about the other day-” The dark haired man began, but Leon abruptly cut him off, his fist pummeling on his chest and pressing him against the far wall.

“Yeah, about that. Who are you? Talk. Now.” Leon growled.

The man introduced himself as Luis, and specifically locked his eyes on you.

“And what about you?” Luis smirked, seemingly not interested to learn anyone else’s name in the room. You were about to answer, until a loud bang made both you and Leon spring into action, eyeing the windows to locate the source of the sound.

“Shit.” You hushed under your breath, the locals having broken the previously bolted gate wide open and now advancing on the house.

“No time for introductions.” You said casually, as you hauled your shotgun off your back.

“Ashley, hide.” You instructed the blonde girl, and she nodded nervously.

“Here, help me.” Luis called to Leon, and the pair hauled a battered wardrobe over, revealing a hole in the stone wall where Ashley could hide away. She reluctantly crawled in, and the three of you readied yourselves for the incoming attack.

Snarling surrounded you as the ganados began breaking their way in through long ago smashed windows. They toppled in, one by one, some of them still sporting pitchforks and shovels. You got to work, making good use of your shotgun and knife, thinning the herd considerably but as fast as you did, more seemed to emerge.

“There’s too many!” You yelled.

“Stand your ground!” Luis called back, shooting an enemy directly in the eye from a decent distance, earning a ‘Phew nice shot!’ from yourself.

Luis shrugged and grinned devilishly, and you felt a familiar pair of icy blue eyes boring into you for a brief second. A flurry of gunshots, flash grenades and broken knife blades later, the house seemed safe. The hoard seemingly ran dry, the only noise to be heard outside was that of the wind and heavy rainfall pattering on the ground.

“Jesus Christ.” You huffed quietly, and bent double, leaning your palms on your thighs in an attempt to regain your breath.

“Are you okay, miss?” Luis was at your side in an instant, offering you his hand.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.” You sighed as you took Luis’s hand. You were suddenly aware that Leon was glaring at the two of you again.

“Actually, Luis. I never did get the chance to introduce myself properly. I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said, softly as you looked up at him innocently through your eyelashes.

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” Luis said slowly, and with that he brought the hand he was still holding to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on the back of it. You blushed ever so slightly, and smiled, feeling Leon’s glare absolutely boring into your soul. There was a small pause, your eyes still lingering on Luis until Leon broke the silence.

“Ashley, you can come out now.” Leon almost growled, heaving the wardrobe himself with a grunt to free the girl.

“Hey man, I would’ve helped you with that.” Luis stepped forward in an attempt to help, still not releasing the hold on your hand, but the job had already been done. Ashley emerged looking somewhat disheveled from being holed up in the dark. Her eyes immediately darted to Luis holding your hand still, and a small smirk creeped on her face.

“Making friends are we?” She grinned, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” You smirked.

“Let’s get moving.” Leon murmured as he brushed past you and Luis for the door.

The four of you headed south, and that’s where Luis left you, to your great protest. You were only just starting to have fun. Leon’s eyes narrowed him suspiciously as he left, insisting that he didn’t trust him. He tapped his radio, waking up the comms system and getting through to your agency assistance.

“Condor one to roost, baby eagle is secured.” Leon spoke firmly but quickly down the comms system, as you and Ashley stood waiting behind him, attempting to shield yourselves from the torrential rain.

“Great job Condor one, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. The weather is too bad for us to deploy the chopper, it’s too risky. Are you able to hold out till morning?”

The voice traveled to yours and Ashley's ears, and Ashley shot you a worrying look. You didn’t alter your expression, not wanting to worry the girl, after all, it was your job to protect her.

“Copy that. Condor one out.” Leon pressed the button on his receiver hard and inhaled deeply.

“Back to the house?” You suggested, your voice slightly raised in an effort to be heard over the rain. Leon nodded, reverting back to his usual silent self.

The house, although abandoned and unkept, was a welcome sight for the three of you after the trek in the horrendous weather. It was a relief just to be sheltered from the rain. Ashley immediately slumped down on the sofa you had slept on just last night, and you made yourself busy by lighting a few candles across the room, to allow for a tiny bit of light.

“Hey, don’t light too many of those. We’ll draw attention to ourselves.” Leon instructed, causing you to roll your eyes as you blew out the match after lighting the last candle you’d intended to burn.

“Not stupid, remember?” You jabbed, and you heard Leon give a small sigh as you set yourself down next to Ashley.

“There’s a bed upstairs Ashley, the rooms all boarded up but there’s no access for anyone to get in from the outside anyway. You’ll be safe in there, plus you know where we are if you need us.” You said softly, and Ashley nodded, slowly getting to her feet.

“I can’t thank the two of you enough for what you’ve done.”

“Don’t mention it.” You reassured her.

“Just doing my job.” Leon added, and you don’t know why but even this irked you. The fact he didn’t say we, as if he and he alone single-handedly saved Ashley from that church. Leon offered to show Ashley upstairs, and you scoffed as he wrapped his arm around her, still irritated at his prior comment. It was evident that whatever you did wasn’t good enough. You could easily hold your own, you’d worked your way from the ground up in this job, the only other person the President himself entrusted with this mission. But yet he still treats you like you’re a dumb and inexperienced, an inconvenience nonetheless.

“What was that for?” Leon’s voice emerged from the darkness as he made his way back down the stairs, startling you out of your thoughts.

“What was what for?” You fired back, sitting up straighter on the sofa, your eyes never leaving him as he made his way near the front door to push the bookcase in front of it.

“You don’t think I heard it? C’mon Y/N. That pathetic scoff you gave out just now. So unprofessional.”

“Oh, I’m unprofessional? At least I’m not the one flirting with the objective.” You hissed back, careful to not let Ashley overhear you. As much as you were irritated, a small part of you secretly got a kick at the fact he was actually arguing back. It beat his prolonged silences and poker face.

“You call that flirting? Then what would you call Luis goggling at you like he was earlier? And you lapping up every minute of it?”

Jackpot. You knew he’d hated it. His jealously was seemingly the one thing he couldn't hide. But the question remained, why? As far as you could tell, this man hated your guts. Or was that indifferent to you, he couldn’t quite care less about what happened to you. But on the other hand, he had ample opportunity last night to make a move on you if he'd have wanted to. Hell, he could’ve had you bent over this very couch, your legs spread apart as his hips snapped into you, if he'd so desired. But he didn’t. So what was the end game here?

“And if I was enjoying Luis’s advances, what’s it to you Leon? And don’t feign professionalism, we both know you’ve had your fair share of ‘action’ shall we call it? On jobs.” You snapped, you were now on your feet and took a few steps towards him, folding your arms tight to your chest.

“I’m not following.” Leon answered, mirroring your actions of folding his arms tight to him. Your eyes involuntarily glazed over his arms once again, being distracted momentarily by the sheer size of them and the muscle tone.

“Ada Wong. Need I say more?” This seemed to shut him up, and you weren’t sure if you were correct in thinking his face looked a little more flushed than before, it was hard to tell in the dim candlelight. You knew this was a low blow, the entire agency practically had heard the rumors about Leon’s involvement with her, and how she had used him. You feared you had gone too far for a moment, his silence raising a slight level of internal panic. You advanced further forward, sighing and a pang of guilt jolted through you.

“Leon, I’m sorry. That was too far, I-”

You were interrupted by his lips crashing into yours, and his hands firmly cupping your face as he kissed you deeply. Shock froze you to the spot for a second, but it didn’t take long for you to melt into his touch as his fingers wove into your hair. You pulled away first, breathless and taking in the sight before you. Leon was panting too, his lips red, swollen and glistening slightly from being on your mouth.

“Leon, what are you-”

But you were cut off once again, his mouth re-connected with yours as he kissed you with such ferocity it almost took your breath away. One hand snaked down your body to your waist, pulling you towards him with a firm grip and the other remained entangled in your hair. He gave your strands a firm pull, causing your head to jolt back which allowed him access to your neck.

“Do- you- ever- shut- up?” Leon breathed against your neck between sloppy, open mouthed kisses that caused you to gasp involuntarily. You, for once, were speechless. The only word you could manage was his name in breathless whispers and gasps as he kissed down your neck and to your chest. The hand that was pressed into your hip began making its way up your stomach under your shirt towards your breasts. His hands were cold against your flushed skin, making you gasp as he massaged your chest, your nipple perking up at his touch. He pecked at your neck still, but quickly stopped causing you to sigh as his blue eyes met yours.

“Is this okay?” He asked, earnestly and with the softest tone you had ever heard emanate from his mouth.

“Yeah.” You managed to breathe, and just like that, Leon hooked his arms underneath your thighs in one swift motion, lifting you off of the ground so your legs were wrapped around his waist. You gasped in complete shock as Leon practically threw you down on the couch, his lips were immediately on yours again as you lay flat on your back. He pulled away as quickly as he’d connected, and you moaned slightly at the lack of contact. Leaning back to pull his t-shirt over his head, his hair fell just perfectly out of place as he hovered over you, pupils blown out in lust as his gaze never left yours. You felt him harden against your thigh as he returned to kissing your neck, and you instinctively reached between the two of you to palm him through his trousers. Leon grunted against your ear, but quickly grabbed you by your wrist and pinned the offending hand above your head.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. Gotta teach you your lesson first.” Leon murmured in your ear, and you gasped as his free hand wandered south, silencing your desire to ask further questions.

His hand easily slid past the waistband of your trousers, his fingers sliding to your sensitive spot with ease causing you to hiss at the sudden contact. Leon sat back up on his knees suddenly, unbuttoning your trousers and sliding them down your legs. You lifted your hips briefly as he did the same with your underwear, and you now lay bare in front of him.

“God, look at you.” Leon whispered, taking you in and how soaked you were for him. “Such a pretty girl, all worked up like that just for me.”

Leon gently traced your inner thighs, getting closer to where you desperately needed him to touch you. You were sighing and whimpering as he missed every spot you needed him to be.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, feigning innocence and all you could muster was a weak moan in reply. Suddenly, he plunged two digits deep inside you and you cried out at the sudden full feeling. He clamped his free hand to your mouth, hissing at you to shut up. You pathetically whimpered against his palm, as he massaged your sweet spot, causing you to writhe beneath him. He pumped his fingers at an unrelenting pace, and the all too familiar feeling in your stomach began building with intensity. You threw your head back as his thumb circled your clit, threatening to push you over the edge until… Nothing. He stopped. His fingers withdrew and your head shot up in absolute despair. He removed his hand from your mouth and a smirk was tugging at his lips.

“What-wha?” You breathed, the ache settling between your legs and tears almost forming in your eyes at the lack of release.

“Leon, what-” You continued, your eyes searching his face for an answer. You thought maybe for a moment there was danger. Leon leant down towards you, his mouth inches away from your ear, his breath making your skin prickle.

“As I said, gotta teach you your lesson.” Leon hummed lowly in your ear, and you couldn’t help but let out a frustrated moan against him. Before you even had a chance to process what he’d said, his fingers were deep inside of you once more, causing you to gasp once again and he chuckled smugly against you.

“Leon, please… Please.” You begged pathetically as he pumped two fingers into you, you felt your release building once again as fast as it had before. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had you unraveling beneath him, a writhing mess of pants and moans of his name.

This was exactly what he had wanted. You’d been giving him attitude since you’d been paired together, and this had finally put you in your place. Leon had always been interested in you, and this was exactly what he was afraid would happen. He didn’t want to compromise his professionalism, which is why he thought it best to keep you at bay by being less than conversational and pleasant. What he didn’t count on was your attitude turning him on so fucking much. The constant challenges and jabs. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Right now, all he could hear were your soft moans of his name and it was driving him crazy.

You were right on the edge, and you almost cried out as he repeated the same as before, removing his fingers at the very last second and leaving you a writhing mess beneath him.

All you could manage was a string of his name and various protests. He simply laughed smugly at you, and if you weren’t so worked up you would’ve killed him.

“You have to ask next time, sweetheart.”

You nodded weakly, your eyelids heavy as tears of sheer frustration coated your lashes.

“Yes, Leon. I’ll ask I promise-” You whimper, and he chuckles again darkly as you struggled to form a sentence. Your hips were unrelenting, attempting to chase some kind of release, and he pinned you down in place before sinking his digits in again, continuing at that same detrimental pace that had you struggling to vocalise anything but his name. You felt it again, the familiar build in your stomach.

“Can I? Leon, p-please-”

“Can you what?”

“Leon-” You couldn’t verbalise your thoughts, your brain a jumbled mess with only one thought running through it.

“Use your words.” He commanded, still slamming his fingers onto your sweet spot causing you to see white.

“C-Can I please cum?” You managed to force the words out, and as soon as you asked, he approved your request. You allowed yourself to fall apart beneath him, your legs shaking and eyes shutting as you’d finally been allowed the release you’d been desperately chasing. You clenched around his fingers as he fucked you through it, only stopping once you began pushing him away from overstimulation. A shit eating grin spread across Leon’s features as you lay there, completely high on just him.

“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

It seemed you’d finally won his approval after all.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #re4 #resident evil 4 #i am not okay #an unhinged human being

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I saw a clip of Neil doijg kiss marry kill, and it gave me a short fic idea. Tav, who I’m calling Raven in this is from our universe. Astarion knows this and she is telling him about it and the game kiss marry kill comes up.

Kiss, marry, kill

Astarion x reader/tav

- no smut, just fluff.

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It was a cold, chilly night. Raven had never camped before and now, she had camped more than ever. The ground wasn’t the worst, but her fear of bugs did keep her up some nights, thinking a minor itch was a tick or some curious spider. Did the others think like that?

She got up and out of her bed roll, noticing astarion was gone. She stood up and walked over to where scratch had been sleeping, right under the canopy of a tree. She petted his head and looked up seeing the pale elf returning from the forest.

“Oh. I didn’t expect you to be up” he said slightly startled.

“Couldn’t sleep” she said, pausing from petting scratch but the white dog whined in return. “God he reminds me of my dog. I miss her.”

“What is this… other universe your from like?” He said coming over, and leaning agasint a tree. His eyes were fixed on her, instead of the usual farting around, as if he was a feral cat. He seemed to of gotten more comfortable in her presence.

“It’s… extremely different. There’s so much to explain that you wouldn’t even believe” she said as she sat down next ti the dog.

“Well, then try” he said.

“Uhh well, here, the idea of fun and free time is different. It’s going to the tavern, reading, or doing something outside” she started. Astarion moved to sit by her. “There, sure some people do that, but… there’s video games, television, cell phones, board games, and a lot more.”

“I only understood like half of that.” He stated.

“I figured, see?” She chuckled.

“You coukd show me” he said.

“A lot of it we can’t do here, hell, even board games. I mean there’s these stupid little games like spin the bottle, truth or dare, and kiss marry kill, but it’s not entertaining if there’s only two people.” She chuckled.

“Well, kiss marry kill sounds fun” astarion grinned. “Does it involve murder?”

She laughed, shaking her head slightly in disbelief, “no it’s, of a group of people, you choose who you would kiss, who you would marry, and who you would kill. You don’t actually do it.”

“Well that’s stupid if you don’t actually get to do it” he said frustrated. Raven fell silent for a moment as she turned to the camp, the rest of their companions sleeping so soundly, it was a rare sight. The peace.

“Okay okay, let’s just… try it then” she said. “And this is all just for fun, so out of our companions, who would you kiss, marry, and kill.”

“Can I choose the same perosn for two of them?” He asked.

“Nope” she said.

“Fine” he scoffed, “well I’ll obviously kill Gale. That’s easy no doubt.”

“You really don’t like Gale do you?” Raven said, glancing at the sleeping wizard, oblivious to the vampire talking about murdering him.

“And… we’ll I certainly can’t kiss Karlach, so, I’ll pick Wyll” he saidz

“Wyll? Why Wyll?” She leaned back against the white dog.

“Heroic types can be annoying but he seems like a good kisser” he hummed.

Raven showed fake offense, “what? I wasn’t good enough?”

“Oh hush, you didn’t let me get to marry” he grinned. “Obviously I’ll choose Lae’zael.”

“Well then I’m marrying Gale, kissing wyll, and killing Lae’zel” she sajd.

“Really? Gale?” He said, “then I guess I’ll have to rethink marrying you.”

“What happened to Lae’zel” she said

“You killed her!” He said before Raven and astarion started laughing.

Raven stood up, “I’m gonna get some sleep. Maybe I’ll be able to show you my universe sometime.”

“Maybe” astarion said, watching Raven walk away and lay back down.

#astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 #bg3 x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3

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Sock Skating - Phantom&Aurora&Rain

Domestic December - Day 30

Summary: Phantom is bored and recruits Aurora and Rain into a sock sliding competition

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Friendly competitiveness, sock sliding

Word count: ~1.1k

No, no, no, nothing felt quite right. Never before had Phantom struggled this much to find something he wanted to do. Playing guitar? He just didn’t feel like it. Playing a video game? Lame. Jerking off? Even that didn’t peak his interest.

When had the topside become so… boring?

He momentarily whined and squirmed around on his bed, trying to get his frustration out. He tried his hardest to think of something to do, while his brain had trouble firing up.

Before he fully overwhelmed himself, Phantom realized he needed to find someone to, if not entertain him, distract him from himself. Thus, he walked out of his room without a destination in mind, simply listening for the closest person. The muffled sound of laughter from the end of the hall quickly caught his attention.

Aurora’s room. Perfect.

He nearly slipped on his socks with how fast he ran that way. He used his speed to slide along the floor the last few feet, giggling to himself at the move.

He barged in without knocking, never really feeling the need with Aurora. Just as always, her face lit up when she saw him. She was sitting at her desk next to Rain, helping him paint his nails.

“Phantom!” She beamed, accidentally smearing some of the nail polish onto Rain’s finger.

“Hi, Tommy.” Rain laughed awkwardly, cleaning his hand with a tissue.

“Guys, I can’t take it anymore. I need to do something!”

“Oh, you can join.” The ghoulette suggested enthusiastically, scooting her chair a little further from the desk to create more space.

Phantom shrugged, “Alright.” He’d gotten his nails painted a few times before, liking the look of it but not caring much for the process of putting it on. He came closer and sat down, keeping his hand out while the others continued their conversation.

“So Cirrus, and this is just what she told me, I wasn’t there, she had told him multiple times that there was no way she would lose to him. And he still kept talking this big game…” Aurora gossiped, having Rain’s full attention.

Phantom didn’t really care about the story, in part because he didn’t have the full context. He zoned out momentarily, staring at his nails which were slowly colored a rich purple color.

“Phantom,” He snapped out of his trance at the shaking of his shoulder. He looked up confused, seeing Aurora sigh, “You want to go do something else?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for interrupting the activity, “I wouldn’t know what to do though.”

“We’ll find something.” Rain smiled reassuringly, getting up.

The three made their way out of Aurora’s room, deciding to walk down to the common room and find fun there.

“Aurora, check this out.” Phantom said, before running a few steps and sliding over the floor on his socks in the same manner he’d done before.

The ghoulette looked on excitedly, “I wanna try!” She gestured for him to move out of the way before doing the same thing, nearly losing balance, but making it past Phantom, “I got way further than you.” She playfully bragged.

“Nu-uh! You ran like three steps farther than me.” He argued.

“I did not.” She disagreed.

“Alright, alright, kiddos. Both of you go again,” Rain took off one of his shoes with his opposite foot and left it there as he walked towards the two, “You can start running at the end of the hall, but you slide from my shoe, I’ll keep track of how far you make it.”

The two new summons were immediately on board, following instruction and making their way to the end of the hall.

Phantom went first, his boredom forgotten as he focused on his move. He ran as fast as he could without falling over, making sure to stop before he’d passed the shoe. All he heard was the wind blowing past his ears as he slid over the ground, leaning forward a bit to try and get further.

“Stay there.” Rain told him when he came to a halt. The water ghoul walked over and put his foot with a shoe on it down where Phantom’s back foot rested.

“Why are you looking at that foot, the other one got way further.” He complained.

“Official rules, bug.”

“According to who?”

“Me,” Rain laughed, “Now walk a little further and let Aurora beat you.”

“What?!” Phantom asked in faux-offence.

“Yeah, that’s right!” She spurred herself on, already running up herself, “Come on, come on, come on, come on,” She repeated as she slid further and further, but slowed down at a fast pace. Her feet got barely an inch past where Rain was keeping his foot.

“We have a winner!” Rain pointed at her.

She cheered in celebration, already making her way back to the beginning of the hall since she knew Phantom well enough to know he’d want a rematch.

“That was just to get into it,” Phantom smirked, “Just watch me.” He pushed himself off of the wall, running even faster than he had the turn before. It was a little too fast however, slipping and falling over. He luckily managed to stop his head from hitting the wall by putting his hands on it first, “I’m good!” He immediately said, not wanting to worry the others. He winced softly at the ache in his knee when he got up, but made his way back to the start nonetheless. It was a struggle to not limp the way there, but he managed to hide it.

Rain’s eyes stayed slightly widened, and at alert. He watched carefully to make sure the little ghoul wasn’t injured too badly.

Regardless, Phantom’s determination to win was greater than the pain in his knee and he simply tried again. He managed to get further than the first round, cheering himself on softly.

At first, Aurora had thought of maybe letting her friend have the win, but seeing how far he had gotten made her want to try her best as well. She gave it her all, although having seen Phantom topple over made her movement much more cautious than it was before.

As a result she knew, as soon as she slid over the floor, that there was no way she would win that time. Phantom knew it too, judging by the grin on his face. She glared at him as she came to a halt.

“Sorry, princess.” Rain said, it being obvious she lost.

“Ha! Take that!” It was Phantom’s turn to tease.

But Aurora wouldn’t just accept the loss, “Best out of three?” She asked.

“Deal.”

Except they didn’t keep it at three rounds. The two kept going just about all afternoon, both of them switching places with Rain at some point so he could participate as well. That didn’t last long, however, when he beat them both without much effort.

But they’d get him back. Eventually…

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

#I don’t like this one but we’re gonna ignore that #the band ghost fanfiction #domestic december #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #rain ghoul #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #the band ghost fic

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(In case anyone wanted a pt 2 . Here is the second chapter to my Rodrick X Fem!Reader , you can find it on wattpad 😊My account is Bylersss!)

"YOU still not talking to them ?" Y/n took a sip of her smoothie. She quickly put it down & latched onto the passenger handle as Rodrick was driving on the sidewalk - in the opposite direction of traffic. "Ehh , sort ofish . Have you heard anything from your parents?"

She shrugged & pulled out her pink Motorola flip phone. "Hey Y/n ! We miss u & just wanted to let u know that we are now traveling to Miami concerning our new product. We may be going home in a month or two. Luv Mom XOXO." She snapped it shut & put it back into the pocket of her jacket.

Rodrick kept silent for a bit then finally spoke up when they'd come to a stop. "My parents are taking us to Roarin' Rapids next weekend. We leave on Friday , I was wondering if you'd like to come ?" He then nonchalantly shrugged. "If you want. Greg is bringing the Hamburglar so thought you might want to come."

She chuckled at the one of many insults he had for Rowley. She nodded & grabbed the handle once more. "Yeah for sure . Sounds awesome."

Y/n fiddled with her fingernails as they pulled into the Heffley residence. Rodrick quickly noticed it & decided to speak up about it . "You nervous or something?" She gave a heavy sigh & shook her head .

"No I just have lots of things going on in my mind."

"Seems like it might be something more."

She tightened her first & watched him pull the key out of the ignition, frustration was scribbled all over his face . "You know you can always talk to me right ."

Y/n looked around for anything to withdraw the attention off of her & onto something else . That's when she saw Greg & the familiar chubby boy. "Looks like Rowley's here again !" She smiled as they both exited the car & made their way to the tweens.

"Hey turd face , I told mom I'd give you some drum lessons in exchange for mom bucks. Follow me to the garage." He paused & gave the chubby kid an up & down examination, disgust written all over . "And bring Salad Dodger with you."

Rowley , the bowl cut haired kid, pointed to himself & whispered a , "Is he talking about me ?" to Greg. Y/n chuckled & nodded , following after the three boys.

She found herself sat on top of a cooler reading a magazine, Rodrick played away at the drums . Rowley & Greg both had confusion written on each of their faces , sharing a glance at one another here & there before looking at Rodrick & then back down to the bowls in front of them .

"When do we get to play the real drums ?"

Rodrick removed his headphones & chortled . "Like I would ever let you touch them!" Greg rolled his eyes & through the utensils he held on to the ground. "I'm sick of this. Let's go play Twisted Wizard , Rowley."

Y/n peeped over her magazine & looked at Rodrick , who was putting his drumsticks away. "Mom bucks ?"

"It's this dumb thing my mom came up with . Basically we bond as brothers & we get play money we can exchange for real bucks."

She dipped her head to indicate she understood. "Well how much have you made ? You can barely stand him."

"Haha . Funny. But I found the fake money in an old board game , so in actuality I don't really have to bond with him." He said . She chuckled & fished for her phone in her jacket.

"I gotta run , I made plans with my friends to catch a movie. Come with ?"

He walked with her down the set of stairs & shook his head. "Nah , the bands coming soon to practice for the talent show."

"Sucks. Alright then I'll see you tomorrow!" She leaned in & gave him a quick hug before pulling away & heading out front.

•

"What were you guys thinking ?! I asked for you to be civilized just for a bit !"

Rodrick groaned the moment his mom started going on about Sunday's incident, again. It had been 3 days since it happened & yet she kept going on & on .

However, it seemed like Frank had gotten a new job & had reduced his drinking - making him the only parent that was tolerable for the moment being. He couldn't wait to talk to Y/n, with the punishment came getting his van taken away & phone away. They lived next to each other but because part of his punishment was also not being allowed out of the house equaled no Y/n . He couldn't even talk to her in class as they would get too busy & by the time he tried talking to her class was over.

He cursed under his breath as he headed towards the domicile. His dad called out for him the moment he hopped out of the vehicle. "Rodrick , come here."

Rodrick spun & slowly made his way towards his father . He awaited for a whole ass lecture but to his surprise received his keys & cell phone back. He had obviously given Frank a weird look before the older man began to explain himself. "Your mom is upset , obviously. But she had asked me to give these to you. I know the new drums aren't the best but I felt bad about the last set & decided to buy you those."

Rodrick felt himself smile but he was able to contain it & only said "Thanks." before heading to his home.

He flipped his phone open to see multiple missed calls & texts from Y/n , Bill , Drew , & Ward. First & foremost he went ahead & gave a call to his band members.

Once the call had concluded he called Y/n , there was no answer. He tried again.

Nothing.

Then one more time .

He had felt worried & quickly went to his window that faced her room. He felt his heart drop as he watched her walk out the house , hand in hand with Carter Samuels. She paused to adjust her shoe lace & quickly reached for his hand again , the biggest smile was spread on her face.

Rodrick quickly shut the blinds & tossed his phone onto his bed . He gritted his teeth before punching the wall . He then could only sigh & tossed himself onto his bed.

#writing #movies #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #doawk rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #devon bostick #x reader #rodrick x y/n

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Trying to Talk about Touhou

12 Days of Aniblogging 2023, Day 9

This is the year that something finally clicked. I went from getting a game over halfway through any given Touhou game to racking up Normal one-credit clears in Touhou 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, and 17. It’s a journey that’s required self-restraint so I don’t destroy my hands (see my Caves of Qud post), but I’ve gotten to a point where I can try out a new Touhou and largely intuit what that particular game is putting down without bashing my head against the first few stages for days. It’s a really nice sweet-spot to be in, even if it took years of on-and-off play since 2016 to achieve.

I’m not in a position to give hot bullet dodging tips or anything (you’ll have to turn to John Madden for that), but maybe I can share some scattered views on these games I’ve come to love.

A lot of advice given to new players boils down to either “don’t bomb too much, you’ll lose valuable practice” or “you can bomb, it’s fine”. But my biggest roadblock was actually sticking to one game for years instead of trying out a bunch in that time. Practicing the same spell cards over and over helps you progress much further through one game than your skills would otherwise allow, but I don’t think you’ll learn as much overall! Because even though all the games look very similar from the outside, Touhou is an exercise in constant experimentation between releases.

ZUN is never content to rest on his laurels for too long, always going back to the drawing board and making minor adjustments to the Touhou formula that carry far-reaching implications. For example, Mountain of Faith may be one of the mechanically simpler games, but changing the bombing system from fixed quantities to bombs that lower the player’s shot power has a ton of knock-on effects! It makes bombing during the stages far more viable, and lets the player bomb through spell cards with confidence if they know they’re going to be regaining that power afterwards. This makes Mountain of Faith one of the breezier entries in the series, but only if the player is comfortable with bombing that much. The people who want to prove themselves by capturing as many spellcards as possible will continue to do that and face a moderate challenge. The next Touhou game, Subterranean Animism, uses an identical system, except bombing removes 25% more power from the player, and bosses drop fewer power items after each phase. These little tweaks flip the equation on its head entirely, as bombing even once will leave you noticeably weaker for the rest of the fight. You can’t bomb proactively anymore, but it’s still absolutely worth it when the alternative is dying. It makes these games feel extremely different from one another, and not being able to play them in the same way means you'll have to gain some flexibility.

The method through which you earn extra lives is also in constant flux. ZUN’s thrown every idea at the wall, from score thresholds to collectible UFOs to grazing lots of bullets to just being able to buy them at the metaprogression store. The problem is that no matter the method, it’s going to be gamed by better players and underutilized by novices. That’s why I’ve gradually come around to Subterranean Animism’s system, even though it’s one of the most frustrating at first. It’s absolutely brutal for new players but rewards the right behavior – surviving by any means necessary. For every segment of a boss fight that you make it through without getting hit, regardless of whether or not you bombed, you’re rewarded with a fifth of an extra life. This snowballs both ways. If you’re getting hit a lot in early stages, you’re not going to be receiving any extra support at all, but if you can survive everything thrown at you, you’ll be rewarded with more extra life opportunities than in nearly any other Touhou. My winning run of Subterranean Animism had me get through the first four stages without dying and then break even on Stage 5, letting me face the final boss with eight lives. As mentioned earlier, SA is extremely stringent on bombs, forcing you to learn patterns to a painful degree, but my god did finally capturing all of Satori and Rin’s spells and fumbling through Utsuho’s feel good. After two years of practice, it’s definitely my favorite of the games, and the clear that I’m the most proud of.

top 10 spell card name btw

So switching between games is a great way to pick up general skills and it’s cool to watch ZUN’s gamedev iteration cycle, especially if you’re playing somewhat chronologically. The only challenge is having to learn to allow seven or so girls into your heart at a time. Touhou characters are like Pokemon in that whenever there’s another installment, all of the new ones feel kind of fake for a bit and the part of your brain that keeps track of all these creatures needs time to really integrate them. Maybe this is just a me problem. Eventually though, they are friends all the same. Also, you will learn to love the character portraits. Every era. Give it time.

The early Windows games have most of the classic characters and generally play on the easier side, so maybe start with one of those if you’re interested? Touhou 8 (Imperishable Night) is often recommended as a starting point, and is regarded as one of the easier installments, but the one-off gameplay systems are as numerous as they are ridiculous. Time of night, human/youkai meter, minions, alternate stages, Last Spells - it’s chaos. Also, any plot involving the moon is bound to be truly convoluted, even by Touhou standards. Play 7 or 10 instead (or be like me and start with 6 (definitely use the hitbox patch tho)).

JUST DON'T PLAY LEGACY OF LUNATIC KINGDOM BECAUSE YOU'LL FALL IN LOVE WITH THE MUSIC AND WANT TO KEEP GOING BACK BUT THE GAME WILL BE EXCEEDINGLY FRUSTRATING EVEN IF A LOT OF THE IDEAS ZUN IS TRYING OUT ARE REALLY COOL (i will not be clearing this one ever probably)

I’m glad ZUN is thoughtfully experimenting with trends from other genres such as metaprogression and checkpointing with infinite lives in his more recent games. The non-numbered side games in particular provide a space for him to further mess around. My personal favorites are 100th Black Market, which recontextualizes the roguelike shop from the previous game while acting as a great practice tool, and Fairy Wars, which is stupid fun.

In conclusion, Touhou demonstrates through its excellency that the ideal skill hierarchy for solo gamedev polymaths is music > gameplay > writing > art. See also: Toby Fox.

#12 days of anime #touhou

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hi hi, do you have any glass onion hcs to share? i see it in your pinned post but i don't know if you still create for that fandom

hallo friend!

i honestly haven't really put too much thought into glass onion agere yet!

but let's see what i can come up with! i hope you enjoy these!!! ♡

glass onion agere hcs/thoughts;

characters that i think regress:

blanc

peg (flip)

birdie (flip)

whiskey

miles (honestly only adding miles because he is just so childish and gives bratty vibes)

caregivers:

phillip (including him even though he only had like- barely any screen time at all, but is definitely blanc's cg)

duke (whiskey)

helen (whiskey [?])

benoit;

age range

he definitely has a wide range i'd say. maybe after a particularly intense case he regresses younger, in between cases probably older. it really depends on the situation!

is hard to keep entertained

i can see phillip trying to keep blanc stimulated and as well as somewhat content between cases. which is-obviously not the easiest task!

there's been plenty of attempts at puzzles, board games, and scavenger hunts that usually either last a few minutes or ends immediately. much to both of their frustration!

loves the bath

although phillip tries his hardest to keep blanc out of the bath, benoit always ends up there.

whether it's by asking over and over, pouting, or simply sneaking away, if the detective's gone missing, phillip immediately knows where to find him!

talkative?

depending on how old he's feeling, benoit is either non-verbal or very talkative. there really isn't an in-between!

when he's on the chattier side, the detective loves to go on and on about whatever he can think of. telling plenty of crazy stories to phillip or singing along to whichever song he listened to last. usually phillip gets him to quiet down by having him taste test whatever yummy bread or treat he's made.

peg and birdie;

age ranges

peg usually regresses around toddler age, but has been known to sometimes regress smaller after a particularly rough day.

birdie regresses from toddler to older child age, sometimes a bit older.

personalities

peg regresses more involuntarily than not. though she does regress regularly voluntarily. peg is usually very easy to take care of! she isn't known for misbehaving at all, and is usually more sleepy than anything.

she's a very patient and loving caregiver! honestly, taking care of small birdie is almost as chaotic as big birdie. actually, if anything, it's significantly easier.

birdie doesn't really regress as often as peg, and her regression is entirely voluntary. she can be a handful, but peg is already used to that! even though she's really a lot calmer, she still can't help but get into some kind of trouble every now and then.

as a caregiver, birdie is really just goes with the flow! she was originally a very nervous cg, considering she never had much experience taking care of other people-but over the years she's gotten way better at taking care of someone other than herself.

peg loves cuddling

since she's more of a sleepy regressor, peg loves to snuggle! she usually just wraps herself around birdie however she can, even if the blonde is busy.

(on more than a few occasions, peg has messed up bird's hair curlers simply because she just throws herself onto birdie.)

whiskey;

age range

whiskey mainly regresses to around toddler age! she is sometimes younger, and sometimes older, but it's not very often.

personality

out of all the other regressors on this list, whiskey would be the shyest.

she isn't a troublemaker, or known for throwing tantrums. she's usually very well behaved and quiet. she prefers to just curl up with her cg, and do something calming like watching a movie, or reading a book.

clingy

even though she can be pretty shy, whiskey loves attention from her caregiver.

the only time she really gets upset is when she feels like she's being ignored or not interacted with enough. which usually results in a few sniffles and ends with a cuddle or plenty of hugs and forehead kisses.

she loves following her caregiver around everywhere! if they're in the kitchen, she's following close behind! the garage, the backyard, and everywhere else she can. wanting to make sure they're always in sight.

#📬 mailbox #fandom agere #knives out/glass onion agere #age regression #sfw #little hcs #i've been thinking about small blanc for the longest time-#i'd love to talk more about small blanc!!!#i love that i said i haven't put too much thought into it and then wrote all of this <3

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Venting, because I feel the need to. First, the news about the layoffs at Bungie is just... frustrating. The company does seem to like to dance around and go, "but we're DIFFERENT! We're one of the good ones! We CARE!"

And then they do shit like that.

I'll admit I've not fallen really for their posturing, and I've been VERY leery of their whole "we used to crunch, but we don't anymore" stance. (Especially after Lightfall -- that game felt rushed, to me.) It's frustrating because again we see a company that, after being propelled upwards by the hard work of a LOT of people (devs, community managers, etc), immediately give those people the boot, especially after waxing lyrical about how good they supposedly treat their employees, and how they're "family".

(That is increasingly becoming a red flag for me, by the way. Every time a company goes "oh our employees are like family", it's been explicitly the opposite.)

It's also funny, in a way, because back when Marathon was announced, I personally sat back and went "... is this why D2 has felt a little lackluster lately?" Because, to me, as some random outsider looking in, it felt a little like they were trying to juggle too many balls at once, and that just kind of confirmed it. Part of their team was working on Marathon, and part was working on D2. Shit, another part is also still maintaining D1. And then, of course, another team is potentially working on stuff that is undisclosed. I was afraid they were stretching themselves too thin, because I imagine D2 is an absolute BEAST to have to maintain and develop for, especially given how often the game's code seems to operate on a very delicate set of cards. Change one thing and a bunch of other stuff breaks.

But, yeah, that's how I felt back then. And now? Now that they've (needlessly) slashed a chunk of the employee roster? Hm.

Even with the delays, I suspect they're going to push the folks that remain to crunch ("But we don't crunch!") on TFS and Marathon. And, honestly? I think they're already fighting an uphill battle. Lightfall burned a lot of players. Instead of riding the wave Witch Queen had made of people being hype for Lightfall, The Final Shape is having to dig itself out from the messy reception of LF. And if TFS is received badly and "flops"? Probably more layoffs, with a potential side of blaming the consumers. Because it couldn't possibly be due to mismanagement or, I don't know, laying off a chunk of the teams that were working on it. (That's sarcasm.)

I'm saying that because gods if it hasn't become formulaic at this point with AAA studios, with this industry. It's become a profit-chasing meat grinder and I hate it. Genuinely, especially with this news with Bungie because it feels like déjà vu, in a way. Companies across the board chew up their employees for the sake of cranking out some (often very buggy) slop in the name of almighty profit.

I guess I'm just tired of looking at an industry that I wanted to be a part of because of my love of video games being turned into some horrific amalgamation of sweatshops, working night and day for the sake of a few money-bloated execs and shareholders at the top, being ground to dust for their sake. Artists, developers, writers, community managers... It's disgusting. It pisses me off that it's gotten like this.

I hope unions happen. I hope things change, but for right now, I'm just really frustrated and tired of seeing this brand of news over, and over, and over again. I hate that it's rare to come across a game that ends up a hit that didn't come at the cost of the people working on it.

I want better for people. I'm just not sure "better" is going to happen any time soon.

#haldie vents #companies stop laying off your employees while the execs make billions challenge: failed

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inriospocket · 3 years

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Yay welcome to the fandom. Rio deserve all the love so thank you for writing him. Since requests are open, please let us know what you’re willing to write & not. In the meantime, I’d like to please request something a lil angst & maybe fluffy? (Idc, whichever direction this leads you) Rio’s ex coming back in town & him running into her. There’s still unresolved feelings. Thank you!

Thank you for the warm welcome! ♥ I'm willing to write pretty much anything (including smut) within certain boundaries ofc but I may have to think about this longer and make a separate post. But here is your request, I hope you like it!

word count ♡ 1,040

summary ♡ Rio’s ex comes back into town & they run into each other although there are still some unresolved feelings.

situation ♡ angsty x fluffy

“Y/N?!” Marcus yelled in shock before charging towards you. You gasped as you felt his body almost push you over from the hug.

Rio became more alert when he realized Marcus was going towards someone rather than him during school pick-up but once he saw you, he had a mixture of feelings. Relief? Guilt? Hurt? Maybe even a bit of happiness?

“Marcus!” He called but he was too busy trying to crawl into your skin.

“Oh, you’ve gotten so big, papa. How are you?” You giggled, rubbing his back. “I’m good!” He smiled from ear to ear. You were going to say something until the sunlight was covered by a familiar shadow, one you left behind a year ago.

“Hey sweetheart...” Rio smirked. You looked up, your heart beating faster than you realized. “Hey.” You said, unsure if you should smile or not. You felt his dark eyes bore into yours and you were glad Marcus interrupted.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“I’m actually coming to pick up Maya. You remember Maya, right?” You smiled, watching your niece run up to you.

Marcus and Maya used to play together all the time when you and Rio were together. She waved towards Marcus.

“Come on, pup. Let’s get you home.” Rio took his hand. “Wait, can Maya come over and play, Dad?” He said with pleading eyes.

Rio mentally cursed himself for always giving into those eyes. “After homework and only if Maya’s parents are cool with it.” He said, you mentally screaming knowing you’d be looking after your niece for the day and how could you say no?

“Can we go nowwww?” Maya pulled on your arm as you were dreading to face your ex for the second time. “Alright, alright.” You said, putting your shoes back on lazily.

You spent so long trying to forget everything, including him. How could you stay away? Your whole family was here. And maybe, just maybe there was a small part of the both of you that wanted you to come back for each other. You quickly pushed the thought away, remembering how badly he hurt you.

Once you both got to Rio’s house, Marcus snatched Maya’s hand and dragged her to the playground in the backyard leaving you both alone.

The silence broke with Rio pouring himself a drink, raising the bottle to ask you if you wanted any. You shook your head, watching him twist the cap back on. It was the little things that made you miss him and hate him. He was just putting something away and it felt more to you than that.

Everything he did, so smooth, calm, collected. Everything and everyone had a place, a reason. You always compared his life to a game of chess. He was always moving the pieces and you spent your entire relationship trying to figure out how you fit on the board and why he was so attached to one of his pawns.

“Whatchu thinking about so hard?” He broke your train of thought.

“Doesn’t matter.” You lied, glancing out the window at the kids playing on the swings.

“Don’t.” He said, knowing you were lying. He probably knew you better than yourself so why try?

Might as well skip the small talk. “If it mattered, I wouldn’t be here as your guest.” You spoke.

He exhaled through his nose and pursed his lips, always a sign of frustration that you picked up on a long time ago. “You left me.” He said, casually sipping from his glass.

You shifted your gaze from the kids to him. “Did you leave me a choice?” You retorted.

He took his drink and came to sit across from you, the closeness making you slightly uncomfortable that you shifted in your seat. “Nah, you want to talk about this. Let’s talk.” He spoke. He relaxed his shoulders back and gave you that patronizing stare he gave everyone that you’ve always hated.

“Why wasn’t I enough for you?” You asked, looking down at your hands. He furrowed his eyebrows. “What?” He asked but, in some way, he knew.

Every argument and every fight, it always came down to one thing. Or should it be said, one person.

Beth.

You felt every feeling you tried to push to the side come back with a vengeance. “Why did you always choose her?”

Rio laughed defensively. “Y/N, come on.” He said.

“It didn’t matter if you came home to me every night, Christopher. You were still with her. And I,” You paused to keep the tears at bay.

“I spent every day wondering what I was doing wrong. What I could have done better. But I realized I just wasn’t her. I wasn’t who you really wanted. Right? And all this time, you think I’ve left? But I was here with you, Chris.” You couldn’t control the tears anymore.

“I was here with you, and you still left me.” You pressed your eyes closed.

Rio couldn’t deny it. Beth was an undeniable factor in his life. He wasn’t in love with her, but he soon realized he was in love with what she could do for him. It fueled his business, his ego, until it took away what mattered most.

He pulled your chair closer to him, so you’d be sitting between his legs. He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“Look at me, mama.” He said, holding your hands now. You opened your tired eyes, looking at him. Was he finally getting it?

“I’m sorry.” He said and you remembered this familiar look in his eyes. It reminded you of what he was like before Beth came along. He still loved you.

He wasn’t one to formally apologize. He would just one day give you flowers or make you a cup of coffee but after all this time, he knew what you really needed.

You didn’t know why but those 2 words made you break down. A year of frustration, isolation, and everything in between. You just wanted him there for you.

He pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m here, baby,” he said, kissing your head.

“I’m here.”

#rio x reader #rio good girls #manny montana #good girls rio #gg fic

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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* Don’t be jealous princess*

You and Drew have been dating for over a year now, you had actually gotten together right after Chase and Maddie has. Usually you weren’t the jealous type but when you noticed that your boyfriend spent more time with Your shared friend Maddie than he did with you it had started to bother you.

“ hey chase” you spoke as you saw your friend and coworker from the show OBX’s face pop up on your screen.

“ howdie y/n what’s up?” He responded running his hands through his hair fluffing it out.

“ howdie howdie” you responded smiling down at your phone. “ I was gonna go live later this afternoon on the obx page and I was gonna see if you and Maddie wanted to join me at some point” you responded , flopping down on your sofa.

“ uhm duh” he beamed out.

“ awesome “ you responded nodding your head . “ where is Maddie ?”

“ oh she’s at Drew’s” you sat still for a Monet, your brows furrowing together.

“ huh” you responded, a frown placing on your face. “ that’s funny” you responded. It was really to yourself but Chase heard you.

“ what?” He asked getting curious himself.

“ Drew hasn’t talked to me all day” you responded softly, the expression showing clear on your face.

“ oh” was all chase could say, not really knowing what to say.

“ does it not bother you?”

“ what?”

“ they’re Always together Chase. “ you responded. Chase sighed heavily looking out one of his bedroom windows , thinking how to respond to your statement .

“ well, we’re all so close . The whole group. And they live in the same apartment complex. I’m also always busy so I can’t be around as much. “ you nodded slightly agreeing with him.

“ but” chases interrupted causing you to look back up at the phone. “ Drew could at least tell you he’s with her. If Maddie didn’t tell me and didn’t text me all day that would definitely have me worrying. “

“ I know! I feel like all day I’m fighting for his attention and they’re always together. It use to not bother me but when I’m waiting until the end of the day to hear from Drew just to find out he’s been with her all day is beyond annoying”. Chase nodded sighing heavily. You could tell by what all you were saying was starting to cause a concern for him as well.

“ I’m sorry chase I just-“

“ no no I get it y/n I do” he responded . “ I don’t personally think there is anything going on between the two of them but I would talk with Drew just to clear up and confusion and stuff” he suggested . You both spoke for another 30 minutes before hanging up. You sighed before attempting to call Drew, his phone going straight to voicemail which only angered you. You sighed with frustration as you dialed maddies number, pressing speaker as you waited for her to answer.

“ hey y/n” she responded with her bubbly voice.

“ hey” you responded kind of stern. It was honestly harder than you thought it would be to hide the envious of her being with your boyfriend .

“ what’s up you okay?” She asked , noticing the tone in your voice.

“ yeah” you responded, hardly convincing. “ where’s Drew?” You asked .

“ hold on” she said her tone lowering .

“ here Drew, it’s y/n” she said . You could hear her say in the back ground ‘ I think she’s upset’ before you heard Drew answer.

“ hey princess” he responded. You frowned, you were so happy to hear his voice but you wanted to be with him so bad and you hated how you were feeling jealous over his friendship with Maddie.

“ hey babe” you sighed out. “ what are you doing?”

“ I brought Maddie some of mommas casserole and then we’ve been playing board games. What are you up to princess ?” You rolled your eyes of the image of Drew and Maddie playing board games but quickly shook your head pushing those angered thoughts away.

“ well…. I was waiting on you” you replied softly, messing with the strings on your pajama shorts .

“ waiting on me?” He responded . You scoffed slightly. Of course he’d forget.

“ my OBX live is within the next hour, you were going to come over remember ? “ you exclaimed.

“ ahh… shit princess I’m sorry my phones been dead so I hadn’t even paid attention to the time. I’ll come over” he said moving around.

“ No no it’s okay, you won’t get here in time anyways..” there was a moment of silence between the two of you before Drew spoke up excitedly.

“ you can just add me and Maddie to your live!” He suggested excitedly . You pushed your lips together in frustration, squinting your eyes In anger.

“ yeah sure ok” you responded without much enthusiasm but Drew hadn’t caught on.

“ awesome princess I’ll charge my phone okay I love you “ he said .

“ I love you too” you said before hanging up.

“ ughhh” you groaned before throwing yourself back against your couch.

****

“ okay thanks chase we’re gonna bring Maddie and Drew on next ! “ you said into your phone. You had been on Instagram live with chase for a good 45 minutes , answering wild questions from the fans , waiting for Drew to text you that they were ready to come in the live .

“ okay love you y/n bye guys!” Chase said before ending his side of the chat.

“ okay let’s get Drew and Maddie on” you said quietly before biting your bottom lip as you searched Drew’s name in the view list .

“There they are!” You beamed before clicking Drew’s name .

“ hiiiiii!” Maddie said excitedly waving into the camera. Drew was sitting next to her on her couch, waving into the camera. You could feel the jealously pooling back through but this time you really had to hide it since over 20k people were watching . You had only been 5 minutes into it with Drew and Maddie when you started noticing comments from the views mentioning how it was weird that Drew was with Maddie and not you. You had even seen one comment

‘DREW- why are you not with your GF????’

You watched Madelyns face to see if she would notice the comments too and you could tell she had seeing as her smile went away. The live didn’t last much longer considering most the comments were nothing but shaming Drew and Madelyn for being together and not with you or Chase. It blew your mind since the fans never really pointed it out when it was chase on live with them but when it was you it was like that’s all they could speak on.

***

You were awoken from your nap to the sound of your doorbell ringing, your living room dark as it was night time.

“ coming” you said pulling one of Drews t-shirt down that he had left over at your house.

“ hey princess “ Drew said as you opened the door, a set of flowers. You were honestly very excited to see him, but being annoyed as to how much he’s being leaving your out for Madelyn was over powering your excitement.

“ thanks” you mumbled while grabbing the bouquet of flowers before stepping out of the door way letting him in.

“ I’m sorry I’m sent here for the live but I figured movie night can make up for it “ he said, his tall figure slouching down pecking your cheek.

“ sure” you answered walking towards your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water.

“ comedy? Horror?” Drew questioned following behind you. You sighed as you felt his large hands wrap around your waste, “ romance” he said seductively in your ear. You pushed his hands away stepping away from him.

“ Drew stop” you said walking towards your counter, pushing your hair behind your hair.

“ princess what’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned. You furrowed your eyebrows, almost in anger at the fact he was being so clueless to it all.

“ really drew?” You responded . You really didn’t want to be one of those toxic controlling girlfriends, but you knew if you didn’t bring it to attention it was going to honestly eat you alive.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” He stated straight into his figure up looking at you with confusion.

“ ugh” you scoffed, throwing your hands up. “ isn’t it obvious?” Drew just looked at you dumbfounded and completely lost.

“ I miss my boyfriend “ you stated , leaning back against the counter , looking down at the floor.

“ what? Princess what are you talking about?” He said walking towards you.

“ we’ll drew, we’ve been together for over a year and yet you’re with Madelyn more than you are with me. And it’s becoming like an excessive amount.” You stated, pushing your hair back. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“ are you fucking laughing ?” You scolded pushing yourself up off the counter .

“ yes I am “ he stated crossing his arms as he propped himself against the counter next to you. “ are you jealous?” He replied in a mocking tone, clearly amused. You went to speak but nothing coming out as you didn’t know how to respond.

“ don’t be jealous princess”

You rolled your eyes before brushing past him, purposely brushing your shoulder into his bicep since his figured towered over you. “ whatever Drew don’t take me serious then” you spatted out before flopping down on your couch , pulling your phone out.

“ princess I do take you serious” he said before standing in front of you , looking down at you. “ it’s just you’re so cute when you’re jealous, especially when you have nothing to be jealous about” he replied before grabbing your hands, pulling you up to stand with him. “ all of us are just such close friends, and Madelyn lives below me so we’re just closest to eachother when we need company. There’s nothing going on between us princess you never have to worry about that” you looked over looking around in your kitchen, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“ I don’t mean to be jealous” you said still not making Eye contact. “ but when my boyfriend is with another girl s day and can’t even call me or text me at all the whole day… kind of hard to not question things. “ he sighed heavily nodding.

“ yeah honestly that was kind of shitty of me. I got lost in time and I had my phone up and - it doesn’t matter. I’ll do better princess. “ he said before leaning down to kiss your lips. You sighed with relief into the kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around his abdomen, pulling his muscular figure against yours. You giggled as he moved his lips from your cheek down to your neck , and then back up again to peck a quick one on the tip of your nose.

“ so” he said , holding your face in his hands. “ comedy, horror, or romance?” He asked again, with a big smirk playing on his face. You shrugged knowing the smile he was giving meant you guys weren’t going to make it through the movie anyways.

“ what ever “ you responded staring at his plump bottom lip, fantasizing about pressing against it once again.

“ whatever” he mocked before leaning down again to kiss you, this time his hands landing on your bottom, giving it a squeeze.

~~~~~~~~

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#drew starkey #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey imagine #obx #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #obx fiction #obx imagine

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ragequeen94 · 2 years

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Could I please request number 14. “Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?” - Deidara please? Thank you.

Deidara x Reader

nsfw

"fuck you." you stomped your feet, threw your arms around, punched a wall, and nearly flipped the low coffee table. "fuck you. fuck you. fuck. you." you ended your string of curses by waving your middle fingers in Deidaras face. he could go fuck himself sideways.

before you lay the cards you had been playing with, one of the few entertainments in the apartment you were both hidden in. and would continue to hide in for the remainder of the week at least. all around the town shinobi were swarmed like angry hornets, there was no way in and no way for anyone to come get you out. so for the last three days and for countless more ahead you and Deidara were going to be trapped together with only eachother as company.

it was hell. not that you hated him, you worked well together and enjoyed his company and he liked you in return. but living with him, I'm a one bedroom situation, in an apartment attached to a shutdown warehouse. and apartment that was only made for staff who needed to stay over night, and not actually living; except for the mice and roaches that liked to help themselves to the rations.

so that left you and Deidara in hell. at least there was a shower but even near constant aggressive masterbation lost its appeal after the second day. you and him had already played through several of the board games, and decided to see what you could come up with the deck of cards that had been left laying around. thus the "fuck you"s because apparently the Akatsuki had pretty regular poker nights that some members too way too seriously, and Deidara had learned to get good in order to survive. his only goal being to make sure Itachi lost.

you huffed, not wanting to sit back down at the table, angry about the entire situation and more frustrated with you boredom than you ever thought imaginable.

"sure. why not... hmmm?" Deidara shrugged, smirking. "got nothing else to do, un."

"shut up. fucking nasty." you chuckled. you would totally fuck him right now if he wasn't joking. Because Deidara look feminine and gentle from afar, up close he was ripped taught muscle and tendon under rough skin. his hands were calussed and strong, the man didn't open jars, he tore the lid off. Deidara was sharp and witty, his eyes bright and intelligent, he made you laugh and treated you as an equal without needing approval for his actions. and if the gray sweat pants he sometimes bravely wore were to give you any indication, he also had plenty to offer. too bad he was joking.

"why not. I think your hot, I'm delicious. were bored... hmmm." Deidara raised a brow, teasing a bit more.

"dude shut up. or ill actually fuck you just yo shut you up." you rolled your eyes. wishing it were true.

"Is that a promise or a threat, yeah?"

"shut up, man."

"see you think I'm joking but see here's the thing..." deidara leaned forward. "I want to fuck you. so we can do that, or I can go try to tear my dick off again in the other room while you assault the shower head, hmmm."

now was your turn to be shocked, he was serious. he was actually serious. "your fucking serious."

"as serious as Kakuzu having five simultaneous heartattacks." Deidara leaned back and pushed his hair from his face, looking up at you like this was the most normal thing in the world. and maybe it was. maybe it was normal for him. and you weren't gonna miss your chance.

you grinned, and pulled off your shirt in one swift motion, throwing it at him, and walking towards the bedroom that heald the queen sized matress shoved in the corner you had been sharing. you looked back at him as you shimmied off your pants. and dropped onto the bed, rolling on your back to watch him follow after you. his shirt already gone, he was hopping on one foot, struggling to remove his pants that had gotten tangled around his ankle. he was grinning wide like a lunatic, but then so were you.

he chuckled. "love the granny panties."

you looked down and rolled your eyes. "you think women actually wear that lacy shit while on missions? my ass would eat that shit up in an hour." and you weren't wearing grannypanties.... sure they came in a pack from a whole sale store... but that was none of his business.

Deidara dropped down on his knees, picking up your legs and maneuvering you how he wanted. one leg on either side of him, bent at thr knee and spread wide. you grinned at him confidently, he had technically asked first...

you lay out before him like a snack... a full course meal waiting to be devoured impatiently. he leaned down without much more invitation, nibbling at the sides of your thighs inching closer without much time wasted. you were wiggling impatiently as he pushed his fingers in the side of your panties, nudging them aside and wiggling his fingers into you, letting the excited slick guide his way easily into you. he wasnt too gentle with the way his thrust his fingers into you, his two middle fingers were immediately third knuckle deep, his finger tips battering against your cervix as he pressed them deeper and deeper, they curled up, hitting all of your walls and jolting against your Inner G spot. you chewed your lip enjoying the roughness of your playmate. Deidara grinning wide as he continued to move up your body.

then your felt it. and it made you nearly jump out of your skin. the sneaky little shit, deidara was smirking between your breasts.

a tongue was licking between your thighs, circling your clit, flicking it with a dexterity you hadn't really felt before. you gasped, wiggling under him, not really sure what to do with yourself. but your air was cut short, Deidara was above you locking your mouths together as his fingers and the tongue on his palm battered you ruthlessly.

you didn't want to admit how close you were already, but it HAD been a while since anyone but you had been down there and you were incredibly sensitive. you wanted more, and he wasnt taking the hint from the way you were clawing at his back and rolling your hips. so you bit his ear, whispering that you needed more, wanted to feel more of him.

"yeah?" he pulled away, once again leering over you, licking his soaked fingers. "take everything off, get on your hands and knees then. ass up."

panties had never been removed so quickly in the history of the world. you complied immediately, rolling on your stomach you raised your ass for him, reaching back and spreading yourself for him, you looked over your shoulder, to see him kicking off his boxers and tossing them to the side, freeing his cock.

and what a pretty cock it was. the dark pink glands glistened with pre, it bounced as he moved into position, mounting you from behind. the dark golden curls at the base were short, and his normal pale skin was slushed red.

you watched and waited as he gripped his cock at the base lining up with you, but before the head was even burried in your heat you felt something you hadn't expected. and to be honest, shame on you for not expecting it... the tongue on his palm licked at your asshole. it was aggressive as it swirled and flicked around your rim. before you could even speak up, Deidara was burried balls deep in you, his balls slapping your clit heavily. the wind was knocked from your lungs as his pretty cock began to ram into you harder and harder, his extra tongue licking and pushing into your ass. the pleasure was relentless. you moaned and cried out, begging for more, for his cum, and more from the terrible mouth of his.

Deidara was just as vocal as you, grunting about how wet you were, how good your tastes, how well you were taking his cock. how he wanted to fuck you again and again.

#akatsuki #akatsuki x reader #deidara x reader #deidara

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 131.2 Tease (Part 2)

(you can start with part 1 if you'd like.)

It's not forever. Harry reminded himself as he sat in his fourth meeting today with a board of people he barely recognized. His eyes searched for Draco who was across the room, his head bowed as he spoke in hushed tones to a witch in a hideous magenta robe.

It's not forever he repeated as he listened to the arsehole leading the presentation about all of the ways that the war had helped the economy boom.

It's not forever he thought again as the board congratulated themselves on a war well won when not a single one of them was there.

He wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to replace every person he'd lost with one of these arseholes instead.

His gaze met Draco's across the room and he wondered if the other man could see how this was killing him.

"Mr. Potter," the wanker who'd been running the meeting, Sebastian if Harry remembered correctly, said, "You've been awfully quiet," he added jovially and the room chuckled with him. Harry forced a smile. "What are your thoughts?"

"Thank you for the invitation to speak," he said courteously. "Yes, I agree," he lied, "It's really something that we've had such a boom in the economy." He paused as the people around the room congratulated each other again. "There are several things that I would personally love to see some of the excess get funneled into."

"Oh-" Sebastian started but Harry continued over him.

"The number of children orphaned during the war doubled," Harry said bluntly. "Our orphanages don't have enough room to hold them and they're being put in muggle orphanages or into muggle homes. Many muggles aren't equipped to handle a wizarding child."

"Mr. Potter-"

"Excuse me," he said. "If I could just have another moment of your time." He cleared his throat, "I would like to see better processes in place for how these children are placed. An extra set of interviews, even." There were murmurs around the room but Harry plowed on.

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"The number of people who are now affected by lyncathropy has nearly quadrupled but our funding has remained the same for that department in St. Mungo's-"

"Yes, but-"

"And," Harry continued, "The potion typically used for treatment is really expensive. With all of the prejudices against lycanthropes, it's difficult for many of them to find gainful employment, they can't-"

"Mr. Potter," Sebastian interrupted more forcibly, "I don't really think this is the appropriate time or place."

"Then where and when is?" Harry snapped. His eyes found Draco once more and watched as the other man lifted his chin and inhaled slowly, deeply. And Harry took a deep breath and shook his head, looking down at his hands, "I apologize, I don't mean to be rude," he said even though it was a complete lie. "I must be feeling a bit peckish. Congratulations on your success," he managed.

"Yes, thank you," the other man said amidst a third round of congratulatory murmurs. "I think we're all a bit hungry," he chuckled. "Let's end early," he suggested.

Everyone was quick to pack up and leave, several people stopping to congratulate him but not a single one of them saying anything about orphans, or werewolves, or any of the other things that Harry hadn't managed to say.

Draco was talking to a wizard, patting him on the back and Harry pretended to be digging around for something important in his bag until that wizard left the room, leaving only him and Draco.

Their eyes caught and held, Draco looked at him helplessly and Harry broke. "I can't," he whispered.

"Not here," Draco said, voice soft and achingly tender.

He nodded and told himself that it didn't hurt when Draco simply walked past him and out the door. After another moment, where he let the emotions swirling inside of him rage, he took a fortifying breath and tamped everything back down.

Harry made his way out of the room, down the hall, and through the atrium; he was stopped every several feet by people wanting to talk to him, to have their minute in the limelight. When he'd started working with the ministry, he'd imagined that he'd be able to do anything he wanted because of these frequent meetings but none of them wanted to actually help. It was a game to them.

When he finally made it to the apparation point he barely had the energy to lift his wand and apparate home.

"Don't sit," Draco called when Harry's feet touched the floor.

He whined, "I'm exhausted."

"I know," Draco called back, "But we both know that rest isn't what is going to help you."

Harry wanted to argue, wanted to lash out. Godric, he was itching for a fight, desperate for an outlet. It's how he and Draco had gotten together in the first place, after the war and the trials. Fighting had turned into fucking which had turned into making love and now Harry could hardly imagine not loving Draco.

"I know," Draco repeated as he came into the living room where Harry was still standing in the middle of the floor. "Here," he said, holding out a pair of muggle jeans, a plain black tshirt, flip flops, and a pair of sunglasses. "Get changed."

Harry looked at him then, the other man was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a blue polo, blue sunglasses perched in his hair.

"What are we doing?" he asked even as he stripped out of his robes and the clothes he'd been wearing underneath.

"We're having a taste of someday," Draco said.

Harry paused buttoning his jeans and grabbed Draco's shirt, pulling him in and kissing him fiercely, pouring all of his frustration and desperation into the kiss.

"I know," Draco whispered, pressing his forehead against Harry's. "I know, love."

He swallowed and took a step back so he could finish zipping up his jeans and pull his tshirt on over his head.

"Ready?" Draco asked after he'd stuffed his feet back into his sandals.

Harry nodded eagerly and accepted Draco's arm.

When they blinked back into existence, they were on a bare, sunny stretch of beach by the ocean. "Give me your glasses," Draco said, holding out a hand.

"But I need them to see," Harry protested.

Draco rolled his eyes, but the fond curve of his mouth gave him away, "These," he said, holding out the sunglasses he'd brought down with Harry's clothes, "Are prescription sunglasses."

"You're brilliant," Harry breathed, leaning in to steal a kiss. "Sorry," he said, pulling back quickly remembering that they were still in public, even if the beach seemed deserted.

"Hey," Draco whispered, cupping Harry's cheek and drawing their lips together softly, sweetly, "This is someday, remember?" he murmured, lips brushing tantalizingly over Harry's before he leaned in and closed the distance once more.

Harry grasped his shirt in his hands and kissed him back for a long moment.

When he pulled back, Draco was smiling, warm and open and real, and a bubble of light expanded in Harry's chest. "Give me your glasses," he said again, holding out a hand.

He pulled them off his face and handed them over, accepting the sunglasses and watching as Draco carefully folded them and put them in a case. "Come on," he said as he shoved the case into a bag and held out a hand to Harry.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, reveling in the feel of Draco's hand in his, fingers entwined as they set off down the beach.

Draco smiled, "Right after the war," he said, "When I was trying to get my head on straight, I wanted to understand muggle culture."

"Oh?" Harry asked, greedily gobbling up every word out of Draco's mouth. They didn't talk much about the time just after the war.

He nodded, "You weren't there seventh year but what we were taught in Muggle Studies by the Carrows," Draco shook his head, "well, it doesn't bear repeating. And I wanted to know what they'd lied about; I wanted to see it for myself."

Harry squeezed his hand encouragingly.

"The new professor at Hogwarts who's teaching Muggle Studies now gave me port keys to different places that would let me experience muggle life."

"You did that by yourself?" Harry asked.

Draco laughed, "I know, it's outrageous to think about now, isn't it?"

"Sorry-"

He squeezed his hand and waved him off, "Don't be. It was crazy but I needed to see it, you know? The poor bloke I tried to pay the first time I had muggle food," he laughed again. "Oh Salazar, his face."

Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled this much, the muscles in his face actually hurt from disuse.

"Anyway," Draco continued, "This was one of my favorite places. I'd been taught that muggles were stupid and lazy, but this," he said as they walked around the corner and a boardwalk came into view. "It was magic," he said simply.

The scent of fried food wafted down the beach toward them and the sound of children's laughter reached his ears. "I've never been to the boardwalk," he said.

"You'll love it," Draco assured, tugging his hand.

Harry tugged back, pulling Draco around so he could kiss him. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," Draco replied softly, bumping his nose against Harry's.

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The afternoon stretched into evening, the sun burning red and gold, and setting the ocean on fire. Harry leaned against the railing and watched the sun setting as he stole bits of the funnel cake that Draco had purchased. "They're never going to listen," he said.

"Sorry?" Draco asked through a mouthful of food and Harry loved him all the more.

"I love you," he said simply, distracted.

Draco grinned at him, "I love you, too," he replied. "What did you say before that, though?"

"That they're never going to listen."

The other man frowned, "We don't have to talk about this now," he said. "We're in someday," he added.

"But I want to actually, you know," he said, gesturing vaguely, "get here someday."

"Politics take time," Draco said gently, in the way he had a thousand times.

And Harry recognized it was a product of his upbringing, that Draco had been raised from a very young age to measure every word that left his mouth, to look at a room and size up the people in it to know who was the most important, to make connections and build on them, to calculate every move he made. It's why seeing him here with powdered sugar at the corner of his mouth made Harry feel like he could fly; because Draco could be free when it was just them. And Harry knew from experience that he'd slip back into the role he played without hesitation or difficulty. He'd make a great politician.

But not Harry.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm done with that."

"Harry-"

"I'm running for Minister of Magic," he said.

Draco gaped at him and Harry stored that mental image away for a rainy day. "I'm sorry. What?" Draco asked.

"It's the only way that I'm going to be able to get anything done," he said. "I'm sick of the games."

"But the games are what you'll need to get elected," Draco said.

He laughed, "Nope. I'm pretty sure I've found what all that fame will be useful for. I don't need the support of the idiots who work for the Ministry, I just need the support of regular people. And I'm pretty sure I've earned that. Then once I'm in office I can fire all of them and put in people who actually give a shit."

Draco stared at him for another moment, "Are you sure about this?"

He shrugged and looked out over the water, "As sure as I am of anything."

"Anything?" Draco asked, bumping him with his shoulder.

The corner of his mouth curved up, "You excluded, of course."

"Of course," Draco echoed. "Fuck, Harry," he breathed, "You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

He shook his head, "I think about where Teddy could have ended up if not for Adromeda and I can't sleep," he said. "I think of the way Remus was treated. And of the way the trials went after the first war, the way yours would have gone if I hadn't shown up." He rubbed his fist against the railing, "Every day I walk into the Ministry and I see that fucking fountain where wizards are stepping on other magical creatures, and I just," he shrugged, "I can't."

Draco shifted so he was behind Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. "I know," he said softly.

"Will you help me?" Harry asked.

Draco started nodding before he'd even finished the question. "Always, love."

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Behind his back.

A/N: Darker fic for me to write but i’d had this idea for a while and i really hope you enjoy, please do read at your own risk as i have given warnings!

Summary: Y/N goes behind Tom’s back and gets herself into a terrible situation.

Warnings: Swearing, death, gore, violence, general mob stuff, knife use, gun mentions and smut (oral fem r), unprotected sex (please practise safe sex) Minors do not engage.

This is a darker one shot so please only engage if you feel comfortable, i have put all the warnings in.

W/C: 6.6K

You knew you shouldn’t be here, you knew how dangerous it was, Tom had specifically asked you to sit this one out but you didn’t listen. You knew coming here could be the end of it all for you, you could easily lose your life tonight but you were optimistic, confident in your abilities. You wondered briefly if Tom would kill you himself if he found out you’d deliberately disobeyed him.

You were a card Tom kept close to his chest, only bringing you in when he felt it was absolutely necessary. Most people assumed you were just an ordinary woman, only a few of Tom’s close friends knew who you were, most of his men didn’t even know you existed. He only ever met you at your house and it was always at some ungodly hour, making the sneaking in and out easier.

You remember when you first started working for Tom, you were initially sent to gain information from him by your previous employer. He caught onto your act after a while and found himself so impressed by your ability that he hired you to extract information for him.

“I should get going.” You said as you removed yourself from Tom’s lap, you’d been flirting all night, of course this was part of your plan. You’d been touchy feely for a good hour by this point, making it easier to take the document you needed from his pocket and discreetly slip it into your bra.

“But I was having so much fun darling.” He smirked, if this had of been any other night, you’d have let him take you home. He was by far the most attractive man you’d ever had to extract information from.

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” You flirted back and made your way to the back exit of the club, hoping to slip into the night and deliver the piece of paper that was still wedged into your bra.

You made it outside in the alleyway between the club and the building next door when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You almost screamed but remembered the last thing you needed to do was draw attention to yourself, especially when Tom owned this club, you couldn’t have him finding out what you’d done, it’d blow everything.

“Not so fast darling.” You relaxed slightly when you heard his voice, melting into his hold only slightly.

“I told you I was tired and I’m heading home.” You said innocently and he chuckled before turning you around and pinning you to the wall, arms either side of your head and you felt your breath hitch at the closeness. You knew you could have given him a good kick between the legs and bolted but you didn’t want to. You’d heard he was dangerous yet you doubted he’d hurt you.

“I think you have something of mine.” He said as he peppered kisses along your throat and you shivered in his hold.

“I don’t think so.” You said again and he chuckled before moving his hands to your waist, your hands finding his hair as he continued to kiss along your neck, hands sliding up your sides and you found yourself panting as you grew aroused.

“Tom.” You said as he sucked on your neck, leaving a mark. He hummed as his hands slipped further up your sides, cupping your breast with one hand.

“You gonna hand it over? Or am I gonna have to take it?” He said as he brought his face back to yours, lips inches from your own. “You’re good, had me fooled. If only Haz hadn’t have asked to see the paper, you’d have gotten away with stealing it.” You laughed slightly as you realised you may as well drop the innocent act.

“Dam Harrison then.” You said and he threw his head back as he laughed.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game princess. How do you know I’m not going to kill you for stealing from me, I’ve killed people for less you know?” He said and although you should have been intimidated you weren’t, you were so wrapped up in his scent and just him.

“If you were going to kill me, I assume you would have done by now.” You said confidently, your lips where still inches apart and you were fighting everything in you not to close the distance. You felt yourself become disappointed as he moved away from you and held his hand out.

“True. I still want it back though.”

“How do you know I still have it on me?” You tried.

“I don’t for certain but I assume you do. Hand it over and I’ll give you something in return.” He said and you found yourself hoping that meant an absolute railing in this alleyway. You pondered over the idea before you sighed.

“I can’t. The people I work for won’t be happy, they’ll kill me. So I suppose I have to make a choice, let you kill me or them, either way I’m fucked.” You said, the atmosphere shifting from playful to serious as he furrowed his brows as if deep in thought.

“I’m not going to kill you but I am going to take my documents back.” He said after a while and you gasped slightly as he pinned you back to the wall, hand reaching between your breasts as he pulled the paper from your bra. You moved to snatch the paper back from him, ready to hit him and run but he was much faster than you.

“You know who I am don’t you?” He asked and you nodded your head. “I can make the people you work for disappear, make sure you’re safe, I just want one thing in return.” He spoke again.

“You don’t even know who I work for.” You said.

“True, I don’t but it doesn’t really matter. Tell me who they are and I’ll make them go away.” He said and it sounded as if he was trying to reassure you.

“What do you want from me?” You spoke after a moment.

“I want you to work for me.”

That was that, he indeed did get rid of the mobster you previously worked for, you still don’t know what he did and ultimately didn’t care. Tom was a much less demanding employer and always made sure you were safe, he didn’t leave you to fend for yourself, ever. You were yet to see where he lived, he didn’t want anyone to accidently see you and make any connection, he wouldn’t endanger you like that.

You were head over heels for him, completely in love, nothing ever happened between the two of you. There had been a couple of occasions where you’d thought he was so protective over you because he liked you back but after months of him not making a move and last weeks words, you realised that you were just a good business investment and that’s why you were so well protected.

You knew you were here tonight because you were in love with him, because you wanted to prove yourself to him, make him see you were more capable than he gave you credit. You weren’t just some girl who was good at flirting and stealing. James Kane was a dangerous man, he didn’t care if you were male or female, if he wanted you out of the way, you were dead. There were rumours he’d killed his ex-wife so she wouldn’t get any of his money in the divorce.

He’d become a thorn in Tom’s side and Tom was growing desperate to get him off the board, that had sparked the argument you’d had last week.

“Tom, I can do it!” You practically begged him. “I know where he’s going to be, it’ll be easy. He wouldn’t suspect a thing, he’s too arrogant to believe a woman could outsmart him.”

“Y/N.” Tom sighed as he stood from your couch. “No. I will not have you in the same vicinity as him, I can’t go with you, he knows who I am.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he wasn’t used to people arguing his authority.

“Send me in with someone else.” You pleaded.

“No.” He said. “You’re not going, end of.” He snapped.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” You said and he almost pinned you to the spot with his stare, you’d annoyed him.

“I pay you to do what you do remember.” He snapped. “You’re not going, it’s too dangerous.” He said.

“So what? Why do you care so much?” You almost screamed in frustration.

“Because I-“ He cut himself off.

“Because what Tom?” You shouted and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought for a moment.

“Because you are a very valuable asset that I can’t afford to lose.” He said and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. You really were just a good business deal. “You’re not going and that’s final, I’ll find another way to deal with him.” He didn’t give you chance to respond as he slammed the door to your home shut, leaving you crying.

You hadn’t spoken to him since, you were angry at him, you wanted to get this information from James and hand it to him personally and gloat. You realised it was probably stupid to think this way, you wanted him to love you back so badly that you were here tonight, putting your life in danger. You were currently seated on James lap as you flirted, your phone had now been buzzing in your bag for ten minutes.

“You should probably get that.” James spoke into your ear and you had to fight the urge to vomit as his hand trailed up your thigh, nothing like the night you’d flirted with Tom, you hadn’t been acting then.

“That would be so rude of me though.” You said as you leant your head back onto his shoulder, you needed to fish around for the documents soon and you knew it but you had to play carefully, you were on your own, no back up.

“I don’t mind.” He said as he licked a stripe up your neck and you shivered but not in a good way, thankfully he thought it was. You turned and kissed his cheek as you grabbed your phone from your bag, James’s arms looped around your waist.

You furrowed your brows as you checked your screen.

Tom: 40 missed calls.

Tom: 13 new messages.

“Who’s Tom? Boyfriend?” He said and you put your phone back into your bag after switching it off.

“My brother.” You lied, hoping he’d drop it.

“Seems pretty clingy.”

“He probably wants a lift home from his night out.” You spoke and James kissed your shoulder. “I’m just gonna go to the toilet, I’ll be back in a minute.” You said as you kissed his cheek once more.

You removed yourself from his lap and made your way into the bathroom, splashing water over your face as you sighed and looked into the mirror.

“Come on Y/N, you can do this. You don’t need his protection for everything.” You pep talked yourself, your nerves were getting the better of you. You were also panicking now because Tom was trying to get hold of you and you never ignored his calls, he was gonna be even more pissed at you. You made your way into a stall and as you locked the cubicle you heard someone else enter the bathroom, assuming it was a woman here to do her makeup.

You made your way out of the cubicle and your blood ran cold as you saw James leant against the sinks, arms folded as he pierced you with his gaze, the piece of paper you wanted to get hold of was held in one of his hands. He knew and you were fucked.

“I was gonna give you more time, but I assume you lost your nerve. He’s not sent you with anyone tonight has he?” He spoke and you tried to compose yourself, play innocent.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said and he shot you a glare so foul you knew you were done for.

“Don’t play dumb with me you stupid bitch.” He spat and you started weighing up your options in your head, you had to get away. “You honestly think I don’t know who you are. Very cute pet he has.” He spoke again, you needed to keep him talking whilst you weighed up your escape.

“How did you find out?” You went with.

“Tom put his trust in the wrong man. Jacob isn’t as trustworthy as you think, worked for me for years. He told me all about you and how precious you are. He doesn’t know you’re here tonight does he?” He spoke so honestly and you knew in that moment that his intention was to kill you, he didn’t need to hold back because in his mind you were a dead woman walking. Your blood pumping was pounding in your ears as he spoke.

“Tom wouldn’t be so stupid as to send you to me, no. You’ve come here off your own back.” He deduced. “Shame it’ll be the last decision you ever make.”

You bolted towards the door and James caught you, arms around your waist and you panicked, shoving your heel into his foot, he screamed in pain as he let go of you and you took the opportunity to kick him between his legs before bolting out of the bathroom.

You knew you couldn’t go to the entrance of the club, too many of James’ men were around so you bolted out of the fire escape and into the alleyway. You hastily took your heels off and threw them so you could run faster, you made your way into a different alley nearby, the area was quiet, no people around. You fished around in your bag for your phone and as you went to switch it on, you felt a body collide with your own.

“You fucking bitch.” James spat as he pinned you to the ground, your phone went flying and you watched with disbelief as it went down a drain, this was it, you were going to die and all you could think about was how you should have listened to Tom. “He’s not worth dying for you know.” James spat again and you felt the tears slip from your eyes. “Don’t cry, I’ll make it quick.” He said as he wiped at your tears and you felt around you for something, anything you could use. Your heart rate sped up as your hand gripped a rock and you used all your force to hit him in the temple with it.

He groaned as the force knocked him onto his side, you were quick to stand as you ran out of the alley and just as you were about to reach the opening a hand gripped your ankle and pulled you onto your front and you cried out in pain. You felt the blood trickle from your head as it collided with the concrete. He turned you over and you fought against him as he straddled you.

“You really are a feisty thing, I can see why Tom likes you. Bet you’re a good fuck, that’s why he keeps you around.” You studied his face and saw his head was split where you’d hit him with the rock and given his position over you some trickled down the side of his face and off his chin, onto your own face. Tears were streaming down your face as he spoke.

“Wait. He’s not fucked you has he. Fucking coward. Has he not told you he’s in love with you?” James taunted making your heart hurt at the thought of Tom and how you were probably never going to see him again. He laughed as he realised he was right. “I want you to beg for him, I want you to beg for him to save you.”

“Fuck you.” You said as you spat at him, he lifted a hand to wipe it away and you took the opportunity to punch him in the gut as you tried to roll him off you but it was no use, he was much stronger and heavier than you.

“You silly little cunt. I was gonna make it quick but now I think I’ll savour it, then I can tell Tom how he wasn’t fast enough, how he couldn’t save you. It’ll kill him to know he couldn’t save you. You’re gonna beg for him and the last thing you’ll ever remember is how much you begged for him to save you and he couldn’t.” He said as he got a knife out of his pocket, your eyes widening as he brought it to your face.

“Such a pretty face, it’ll be a real shame that he won’t recognise it when I’m done with you.” He said as he used the blade to draw a cut into your cheek, it wasn’t too deep but it was enough to draw a lot of blood, you screamed in pain as you felt it trickle down and into your hair. “That’s right scream for him, scream as loud as you can. Maybe he’ll hear you and come running. Might just be able to watch me take your life. Maybe I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him, poetic don’t you think.”

Tears streamed down your face and you felt yourself grow determined, you had to get back to Tom, you had to save yourself, you couldn’t let him win. You tuned him out as he spoke and felt around as you felt for the brick, you used it again, this time with a renewed force and you knocked him clean off you, you got up quicker than last time but it seemed James was just as quick as he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

Your hand went for his hand that held the knife and you used all your force to turn it towards him all as he went to stab you and you watched his eyes widen as he felt the knife plummet into his own body. You watched in shock as he fell to the ground, hands went from clutching his wound to reaching out for you, smearing blood on your legs and arms as he fell all as you stood there in shock.

Your knees collapsed after a while and you fell to the ground, fighting the urge to vomit, you must have looked a mess, blood, and dirt all over your exposed skin. You were no longer sure if the red of your dress was blood or the original colour. You’d never killed anyone before and although he deserved it and it was you or him, you still felt sick. You pulled your knees to your chest as you stared at James’s lifeless body.

You heard in the background as vehicles approached and you couldn’t find it in you to move and hide properly. You heard as gunshots were fired into the night sky and still couldn’t move. You jumped as a hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and the tears came again as you screamed, turning to shove the person who’d touched you.

“Christ, Y/N. Fuck, calm down, it’s me, it’s me.” You heard an all too familiar voice. You opened your eyes and were met with the piercing blue of Harrison’s. “It’s okay, it’s me.” He said and you cried harder out of relief. “Tom! Mate! She’s here.” Haz suddenly shouted and you heard rushed steps approach before they stopped completely.

“Fuck. Is that-“ Tom cut himself off as he took you in and his heart dropped. You were filthy, cuts and scars everywhere. He practically shoved Harrison out of the way as he dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “Princess, are you okay? Is that your blood?” He asked as he tried to look for any obvious and huge injuries. His voice was softer than anyone had ever heard it as he spoke to you.

“Some of it.” You croaked out and his heart broke. “Tom, he was gonna kill me, I didn’t have a choice, I didn’t mean to. He wanted me to beg for you to save me, said he’d carve my heart out and give it to you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill him.” You rambled as he took you into his arms, nodding at his men who disappeared, leaving Harrison as he watched the interaction, it was like no one else was there, Tom was fixated on you.

“Baby,” he couldn’t stop the name rolling off his tongue, “it’s okay. He’s never gonna hurt you again. No one is, you’re safe, I’ve got you.” He said as he stroked through your hair, grimacing at the blood in it. This shouldn’t have happened to you. Harrison cleared his throat, reminding his boss that they needed to move, they couldn’t stay here, the gunfire would have attracted attention. Tom nodded as Harrison moved to start the car.

“We need to go. I’m gonna take you home.” He said and your hands suddenly grasped his shirt as you clung to him for dear life.

“I don’t wanna go home Tom. I wanna stay with you.” You begged and you didn’t care how pathetic it sounded, you needed him. He stroked your hair again as he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He said again. “I promise I’ll stay with you, okay? We need to go though, I’m gonna take you to mine, you’ll be safe there, I’ll keep you safe.” He promised as he stood, you in his arms still as you leant all your weight on him, you grew more tired as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car.

“Haz, get someone to get rid of that quick.” He said, tone much more assertive than the one he’d used with you. He was referring to the body and you knew it but appreciated him not saying it. He carefully placed you into the black SUV as he told his man to drive, he didn’t let go of you the whole way to his.

Once you arrived at his he carried you into his mansion, if you weren’t so tired and still trying to process what had happened you might have been in awe of it. He easily carried you upstairs and into his bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom. Neither of you spoke as he undressed you, he was careful, every touch feather light like he was afraid he’d hurt you. He set the shower going as he got it to a good temperature.

“Okay, you should get in.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, before stepping into the shower and letting the warmth envelope you. You watched as the blood and dirt disappeared down the plug hole, washing away the evidence of what had happened tonight.

“Tom?” You found yourself calling and his head popped round the shower screen, his brows furrowed as he looked at you, he wasn’t looking anywhere except your face.

“Yeah?” He spoke softly and you cried again, his face softening.

“I’m sorry.” You said and he sighed before disappearing, you panicked that he was going to leave you until he reappeared, stepping into the shower with you, both of you naked as he held you in his arms. After a while he moved away from you, grabbing the shampoo as he lathered your hair, making sure to get all the blood and dirt out of it.

He took the sponge and cleaned you up, you winced as soap went into your little cuts, your legs and feet littered with them, he apologised every time you winced and you wondered what had happened to the big scary mob boss you were so familiar with. He was being so gentle and careful as he cleaned you up.

Once he was satisfied you were clean, he made short work of his own shower before getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He held out a hand as he helped you out of the shower, getting a towel and drying you off, wrapping your hair in the towel when he was done. He led you into the bedroom as he handed you one of his shirts and a pair of boxers as you put them on, watching as he dried himself off before pulling his own boxers on.

“Come here.” He patted the bed in front of him as you sat there, he took the towel off your head before grabbing a hair brush he had on his bedside table, you wondered if a woman had left it there and then cursed yourself at the jealousy that followed. He carefully brushed your hair and set to work platting it.

“Where’d you learn this?” You found yourself asking quietly as he fished around for a hair tie.

“I’ve watched you do it a million times, figured it couldn’t be that hard.” He said as he tied the end, dropping your hair and wrapping his arms around your shoulders before pulling your back against his chest. “What were you thinking?” He asked and you tried to find the annoyance, but it wasn’t there.

“I’m sorry.” You said again as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I wanted you to see what I could do. I wanted to do this for you.” You admitted and he sighed before kissing your cheek.

“I never once doubted you but I always wanted, no needed, you safe. You’re precious to me and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He spoke. “Princess you scare me.” He admitted and you spun around to look at him, feeling the anger you held towards him earlier that day rise.

“Why? Because I’m a good asset that you don’t want to lose?” You snapped and his face twisted in annoyance.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just remember that I specifically asked you not to go tonight and you did and you almost died.” He said.

“Yeah and I didn’t did I? I saved myself if you hadn’t realised.” You spat and his face went red.

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” He almost shouted and your anger reached a breaking point, you moved away from him and got off the bed.

“Fuck you Tom. Fuck you.” You spat as you made your way out of his bedroom, slamming the door. Seconds later you heard it open again and Tom’s footsteps followed you.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“Y/N, come back.” He demanded.

“No, I want to go home.” You shouted as you grabbed one of Tom’s many coats off the hooks and pulled it on, going to open the front door. Before you could pull it open Tom’s palm made a firm connection with the wood of the door as he held it shut.

“Please, Y/N, it’s not safe. You can’t go out on your own at this time of night.”

“I think I’ve proven myself pretty capable.” You snapped and he sighed.

“I’m trying here, will you please just stay?” It sounded like he was begging but he couldn’t have been, Tom Holland didn’t beg. Harrison had made his way downstairs now, the commotion having disturbed him.

“Are you guys okay?” He asked and you turned to look at Harrison.

“Please can you take me home?” You asked him and he nodded slightly. Tom pulled back from you and he looked almost hurt but you were too angry to care.

“Y/N/N I-“ Tom spoke and you cut him off.

“I don’t wanna hear it Tom, I’m more than just a business deal you know. I went there tonight to get information for you because I love you and I wanted you to see me as more than you do but that’s just wishful thinking.” You said and the atmosphere went silent at your confession. Harrison said he’d be in the car as you looked at Tom, you couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes.

“Until you’re ready to see me as a person Tom this isn’t gonna work.” And the roles from last week became reversed, you slammed the door before he could speak. You made your way to the car and Harrison smiled sadly as you hopped into the passenger seat.

“Y/N, he loves you, you know.” Haz spoke and you sighed.

“Then why doesn’t he just say it?”

“It’s hard for him. He doesn’t do relationships, he wants to keep you safe.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now.” You sighed and Haz nodded. “Jacobs dodgy by the way, he ratted me out to James.” You said and Haz looked at you in confusion as he pulled into your drive.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Make sure Tom knows I sorted two problems for him tonight, his rat and the thorn in his side.” You said, venom laced with every word.

You hadn’t seen Tom for a week and you were angry with him for a few days and now you just missed him. You wished he’d have followed you, come to your door and declared his undying love for you but no. No he hadn’t and you were angry about it and now you were just left with the sadness that he didn’t feel the same.

Your injuries had mostly healed, apart from the cut on your cheek and you wished you had a phone or at least remembered where Tom lived, but you debated it being a good thing you didn’t and couldn’t. You heard a knock at your door made your way towards it, pulling the door open, you were shocked when you saw him standing there.

“Tom?” You breathed out as you took him in, he looked like he’d not slept much, you hadn’t either, plagued with nightmares of James’ lifeless body. His hair was more untidy than usual, he was still sporting those black slacks that you loved so much, white shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled up, you were so in love with him that it hurt.

“We need to talk.” He said as he moved past you, you couldn’t decipher his mood. You shut the door as you waited for him to continue. “I am so angry with you right now.” He said and it was the last thing you expected him to say. “I’m angry that you thought it was appropriate to go behind my back and almost get yourself killed. I am beyond pissed off that you put yourself in so much danger.”

“Tom-“

“No, you’re going to let me finish. I’m angry that you think you’re just some business contract to me. You know the night you stormed out, I cried, I haven’t cried since I was a fucking kid. You scare me because you make me feel things for you that would put you in more danger than I already do. Fuck, I didn’t want you to go there at all because I am so fucking in love you that I don’t know what I’d do if anything ever happened to you.” He was almost out of breath when he’d finished, he’d taken steps towards you and now had you pinned to the wall. His eyes were desperately flickering between your own.

“I love you.” He said again and it was much softer than moments prior when he’d practically screamed it at you. You couldn’t stop yourself as you jumped into his arms, giving him a second to react as he caught you, your lips smashing against his in a desperate and needy kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” You said as you pulled back before kissing him again. “So much.” You said repeatedly, almost like a mantra, through kisses.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He said and you nodded as he kissed you again. You were desperate and needy for each other as you felt him grow hard, your own arousal growing. He lowered you down as you stood back on your feet, panting. “I mean it, don’t ever do that again.” He said again and you smiled as you put your hands on his face.

“I promise.” You reassured and he captured your lips in his again. You pulled away after a few minutes, your arousal having grown and you wanted him, fuck you wanted him. “Tom?”

He hummed in response as he kissed along your throat.

“I want you.” You said and he softly grazed his teeth over the skin of your neck.

“Come on then baby.” He said as he picked you up and made his way to the couch. He lowered you down as he took your shirt off, you’d forgone a bra today and he groaned at the sight of your hardened nipples. “Fuck you’ve got amazing tits.” He said and you laughed slightly. He took a nipple into his mouth and you moaned slightly. His hand slipped into your shorts and he collected your arousal on his finger.

“Shit, you’re wet.” He groaned and placed kisses down your stomach, he removed his hand and took the waistband of your shorts between his teeth, pulling them down your legs as he winked up at you. “Bet you taste amazing princess. You gonna let me have a taste?” He asked and you nodded profusely.

“Please.” You almost begged and he placed kisses up you leg before you felt his breath on your clit and your breath hitched. He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit and you moaned at the contact.

“You taste fucking amazing.” He groaned against your heat and you moaned again.

“Tom, please.” You needed him and he groaned as he encased your clit in his mouth, sucking as he listened to you moan out, like music to his ears. He wasted no time in licking and sucking your clit, twisting a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he watched your face from his position between your legs.

You could feel your orgasm approach as he sucked your clit more harshly and he groaned as your hips bucked up to his face. He moved away from you and your orgasm disappeared.

“Tom!” You almost shouted and he chuckled as he smiled.

“Come here, want you to ride my face.” He said and you almost moaned at the thought. You both moved so that he had his back on the couch cushions and you were hovering over his face. “Fucking beautiful view.” He said as he moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down onto his tongue. He went back to licking and sucking at your clit as you rode his tongue, hands gripping his hair.

You felt your orgasm approach again and you cried out as one of his fingers circled your entrance before slipping inside, curling towards your g spot. You continued to ride his face as he pumped his finger in and out of your tight heat, adding another finger after a while. You almost screamed as your orgasm washed over you, it felt amazing, better than your fingers ever did.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he rode you through your high, keeping your movements steady against his tongue. “That felt amazing.” You said as you moved yourself down his body, straddling his hips, he groaned as your heat made contact with his clothed hard on.

“Open up.” He said as he placed his fingers inside your mouth so you could taste yourself. “That’s it, fuck.” He said as you sucked his fingers, cleaning them, all while keeping eye contact with him. He removed his fingers as you practically ripped his shirt open, a few buttons falling to the floor. “Careful darling. That was expensive.” He teased as your hands traced his toned body.

You moved down and made quick work of his slacks, shoes, and socks. He smiled up at you as you lowered yourself onto his hardened length, both sighing in pleasure. You gave yourself a minute to adjust, you placed your hands on his chest as you moved on him, moaning his name as you did. You picked up your pace as you fucked him, you’d waited so long for this moment.

“Fuck Tom, you feel so good.” You moaned out, which only turned Tom on more as he gripped your hips and flipped you both over. It didn’t quite go to plan as you both ended up on the floor but it didn’t matter you were both so wrapped up in each other that neither commented, he just continued to fuck into you on the floor as you both moaned.

He fucked you like his life depended on it and he went even harder when he found the right angle for your g spot which left you practically screaming for him. You felt your orgasm approach and you tightened around him.

“Shit, if you keep that up I’m gonna come.” He gasped as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in a figure eight as your orgasm approached faster, you screamed his name as your orgasm washed over you, he fucked you through it, thrusts growing sloppy as he pulled out of you, streams of his come lining your bare stomach as you came down from your high. “Fuck.” Tom panted and you giggled.

“I’ll be back.” He said as he got to his feet and made his way into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a cloth to clean you up. “Shit you look good covered in my come.” He spoke and you laughed.

You found yourself wrapped up in your bedsheets after another round, much slower and passionate than the previous. You had your head on his chest as he ran a hand through your hair.

“I love you.” He said and you smiled against the bare skin of his chest.

“I love you too so much.” You said.

“Be mine?” He asked.

“Of course, so long as this doesn’t change my job.” You smiled and you felt his arms tighten around you.

“It changes everything, it was hard enough knowing you flirted with men and they flirted back before you were my girlfriend, don’t think I’d handle it well now.” He laughed and you joined. “You’ll always be safe with me.” He said. “I know what almost happened last week but I’d never let anything like that happen again but you have to promise me you won’t go behind my back like that again.” He said and it almost sounded like he was begging.

“I promise.” You said.

“This seems to be healing well.” He said as he angled your face up to look at him, running his thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah.” You muttered as you placed your head back onto his chest.

“Jacob won’t be a problem by the way. I took care of it.” He said.

“What did you do?”

“Doesn’t matter, he’s not a concern.” He said as he yawned. You had a feeling Jacob may have spent hours being tortured before ultimately killed but Tom would never tell you what he did, never wanting to frighten you.

You smiled in content as you heard his soft snores leaving his lips, finding comfort in his embrace, he’d always keep you safe and you knew it and you’d never go behind his back again, although you couldn’t help but think that if you hadn’t done what you did you wouldn’t be here now. You still had a lot to talk about but that could wait until a much needed sleep, in this moment you were just happy to be in his arms.

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Snowed In

Day 8

Welcome to the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge! Big thank you to Steph (@toomanystoriessolittletime) for putting this together!!!

Summary: You and Jack are snowed in at the ranch. You have plenty of time on your hands to experiment.

Pairings: Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels x Reader, Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels x You

Fandom: Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2,110

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, smut, prostate massage…Let me know if I missed anything!

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“The forecast is not looking good, Jimmy,” the weatherman on the tv droned on. “Many areas will see upwards of five feet of snowfall over the next few days...possibly more.” They switched back to the anchor.

“In light of the inclement weather all schools and public buildings have been closed. The governor has issued a state of emergency and has opened emergency shelters across the state. If you need to be in a shelter, get to one now. Those who do not need to go should shelter in place until the storm subsides. Make sure you have plenty of supplies and a guaranteed way to stay warm. The electric company has already issued a statement claiming more than 75% of customers will lose power. Stay inside, stay warm, stay safe.”

You turned the tv off and tossed the remote in frustration. Storms made you nervous, and this one seemed like it would be a bad one. You and Jack were out at his ranch. You had wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of New York, so you had escaped to the ranch for a few weeks. You heard the door in the kitchen that led to the yard open and close.

“Darlin’?” Jack called out.

“In here!” You shouted. Jack breezed into the family room. He pulled off his dark brown work gloves. He was wearing tight dark blue jeans, a white button down, his brown winter coat, and his signature Stetson. His cheeks and nose were tinged pink from the cold wind.

“Hey, baby girl,” he smiled. He leaned down over the couch to give you a soft kiss. You shivered when his cold face touched yours.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It’s colder than a metal toilet seat in Antarctica out there!” You giggled at his analogy.

“The news said this storm is gonna be pretty bad,” you told him. He caressed the side of your face.

“It’ll be alright, darlin’,” Jack assured you. He knew how nervous you got in storms. “I took care of everything. Plenty of wood to keep the fire going”—that’s why he had been outside—“Our pantry is stocked with food. The animals are all bedded down and warm in the barn, and I prepped the house.”

“I got all the blankets out of the closet,” you told him. “And some board games and cards.” He cocked an eyebrow. “In case we get bored,” you explained.

“I don’t think we’ll get bored, sugar,” Jack husked with a smoldering look. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Jack, this storm is supposed to last days,” you said. “I’m pretty sure we can’t just fuck nonstop until it ends.”

“Of course we can,” Jack shrugged and smirked.

“You’re insatiable,” you shook your head.

“But you love it,” Jack countered.

“I do,” you sighed. You sat up, suddenly remembering something. “Jack, did you tie the rope to the barn?”

“‘Course I did, darlin’,” he replied. “This ain’t my first blizzard.” You sighed in relief. These storms could get bad, and as the days stretched on, Jack would need to check on the animals. A line tied between the barn and the ranch house would allow Jack to get back to the house in a whiteout. You swallowed your fear when you recalled the story of Jack’s uncle going to check on the horses and not coming back. He had gotten lost in the storm on the way back to the house. His family found him two days after the blizzard, huddled in the woods, at deaths door. Thankfully they were able to save him—minus a couple toes to frostbite—but it could have been so much worse.

“Well, look at that,” Jack crooned, gazing out the window. You turned to look. The snow was starting to fall.

“So it begins,” you sighed.

“Don’t ya worry ‘bout a thing, darlin’,” Jack said. “”Ol Jack has this handled.”

“Jack, what did I tell you about referring to yourself in the third person?” You scolded mildly.

“Right, right,” Jack laughed. “Sorry, baby girl.” It was a particular pet peeve of yours. Something an ex used to do, and it always rubbed you the wrong way.

“I’m gonna get the fire going,” Jack said. You let him get to work while you grabbed the blankets. You placed them on the end of his large sectional. You knew once the power went out, the temperature would drop dramatically. Soon enough the fire was roaring and you and Jack were watching a movie.

“Is this storm ever gonna end?” You whined. It had been almost two full days of snow and wind. The power had gone out late last night. You and Jack had opted to sleep in the family room in front of the fire to stay warm. You were currently sitting on the floor at the coffee table playing monopoly. Jack had finally relented and pulled out the games when you begged for a break from sex. Sex with Jack was always amazing, but your body was wiped after two days of fucking.

“Radio says only another day or two,” Jack murmured, rolling the dice. You groaned. You hated being stuck inside. “Don’t fret, sugar. We’ll be back to normal before you know it.” You leaned back against the couch and huffed slightly. You were bored. You didn’t want to play monopoly, but your poor pussy was too sore for sex. Suddenly an idea came to you…something you had been wanting to try for a long time.

“Jack?” You called sweetly.

“Hmm?” He replied, not looking up from the board game.

“I wanna try something,” you murmured.

“What’s up?” He looked up at you. “Oh, I know that look, honeybee…whatcha got cooking in that beautiful brain of yours?”

“Well,” you began, “it’s something I’ve been thinking about for awhile…”

“Go on,” Jack encouraged.

“You know that toy I bought for you?”

“The silver one?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” you replied.

“Oh, yeah, darlin’, I know that toy,” his eyes smoldered.

“Well, I know how much you enjoy it,” you continued, “but I was thinking we could try something…different this time.”

“Whaddya have in mind?”

“I wanna see if I can make you come using that toy,” you explained, “and not touching you.”

“What?”

“I want to make you come with out me—or you—touching your dick,” you clarified.

“Well,” Jack said sitting back, “that sounds like quite the challenge.” He looked you up and down. “I’m in.” You squealed in delight and ran off to get what you needed. When you came back into the family room Jack was naked and stretched out on the couch. He looked magnificent bathed in firelight. You set the lube and toy down on the coffee table. Jack lifted his hips so you could lay a towel under him. Lube tended to make a bit of a mess, and you didn’t want to ruin the couch.

“I’m gonna wash this and warm it up,” you told him. You grabbed the toy and headed into the kitchen. You quickly washed the toy and warmed it in your hands. Normally you would just use hot water, but it wasn’t exactly easy to come by in the middle of a blizzard. The toy—a metal prostate massager—had been an experimental gift for Jack last year. Surprisingly, he loved it. You made your way back to Jack and knelt down next to him.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he whispered. He cupped your face and kissed you sweetly.

“You ready, cowboy?” You asked.

“I’m all yours, baby girl,” he replied with a cocky grin. You lubed up the smaller end, and began teasing it around Jack’s back entrance. Jack always preferred to just go for it when it came to this, but you liked to ease him in—at least a little. You began pushing the rounded end against his hole, pushing it in just slightly before retracting it and tracing around the opening once more. You did this several times, slowly opening him up.

“Sugar, that feels good,” Jack groaned. You smiled and eased it in once more. This time you kept it in and pushed further. Jack hissed and you paused.

“Color?” You asked.

“Green,” Jack said in a steady voice. You nodded and pushed further. You slowly slid the toy further and further inside Jack. You watched as his cock swelled the deeper you got. Finally you reached the area you knew would drive him wild. You stopped pushing and began swirling the bulbous tip around, searching for that magic spot. Jack’s hips bucked wildly, and you knew you had found it.

“Fuck,” Jack whined. His hand twitched forward towards his dick, but he stopped himself. You began to rock the toy back and forth, side to side, massaging his prostate and driving him wild. His thick cock was throbbing. Precum was beading up and dripping out the tip.

“You like this, baby?” You asked in a husky voice.

“Oh, yeah,” Jack moaned. You picked up the pace, wanting nothing more than to see him come undone. You worked him up and then slowed down. You repeated this several times. You had your work cut out for you to make him come without touching his dick, so you knew slightly edging him would help things along.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Jack groaned, “I need you to touch me…please.”

“No, Jack,” you said gently. “You can do this, baby, I know you can.” He sighed in frustration. His poor dick was painfully hard, the tip purple from how badly he needed to come. One particularly strong pass over his gland had him reaching for his dick.

“Uh, uh,” you tutted. “Hands to yourself or I’ll tie you up.”

“Fuck!” Jack swore loudly. “I need to come, sweetheart.”

“Alright, Jack,” you relented. You focused the toy in exactly the spot you knew would get him off the quickest. You rocked it solidly against him. The precum was pouring out of him as you milked his prostate.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Jack grunted. “I’m almost there, baby girl….fuck, please don’t stop. Oh, fuck, oh god, shit…yes, ah! FUCK!” he shouted and his whole body went rigid and lifted off the couch as his orgasm crashed through him. His dick throbbed and pulsed, shooting cum all over his stomach and chest. It seemed to go on forever. Finally he collapsed back against the couch, panting and sweaty.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “I can’t believe it worked.”

“Me either,” you smiled. “Stay still. I’ll be right back.” You carefully pulled the toy from him and made your way to the bathroom. You cleaned it up and wet a wash cloth. You grimaced when you realized how cold the cloth was, but there wasn’t much to be done about it. You went back to the family room to see Jack still on the couch looking completely fucked out. You smiled at the sight.

You gently cleaned him up and tossed the cloth in the laundry. You pulled off your clothes and grabbed a couple blankets. You climbed onto the couch with him and snuggled into his chest. His arms came around you and pulled you close.

“That was amazing, baby girl,” he murmured against your hair. “Thank you.”

“Any time,” you whispered and kissed him. You sighed and lay your head against his chest. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

“Umm, Jack!” You called out in a slight panic. The storm had finally passed and you were going to go out to see the damage.

“What is it, darlin’?” Jack answered as he walked into the room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw what had alarmed you. You were standing at the open front door…except you couldn’t see outside. The entire doorway was blocked by snow.

“Well, goddamn,” Jack breathed out in awe. “We haven’t been snowed in like this in years!”

“What do we do?” You asked with panic in your eyes.

“Well, we dig our way out,” Jack said matter-of-factly.

“Oh…ok,” you muttered. You had never had to do something like this before.

“We don’t have to do it right now,” Jack said. “We could always just stay snowed in for a few more days.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Jack,” you chided, “as much as I love you…and how awesome the sex is, I am not staying stuck inside another goddamn day!” Jack laughed at the determination on your face.

“Well, alright, then,” he said clapping his hands together once. “Let’s grab the shovels and get to diggin’!”

Day 9

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