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Our Tactical Princess
König |Cod/Mw2|
Summary: After previous events you find out what you truly want. Needing a bit of 'encouragement' to fully make up your mind.
Pairing: König & Simon 'GHOST' Riley X Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Pleasure Dom König & Simon, Sub Reader, Heavy Praising, Slight Rough To Intimate Sex, Google Translated German Speach From König, Simon Being Heavily British, Ass Slapping Slight Face Slapping, Choking, Vaginal Sex, Penetration From Behind, Girl On Top, Begging, Double Penetration, Biting, Marking, Heavy Mentions Of König's Pubic Hair, Forced CreamPie, Heavy Breeding Kink, Talk Of Impregnation, Size Difference, Size Kink, Edging, Consensual, MM4F, Smut With Little To No Plot, Oral |M| Receiving, Consent Check, Overstimulation, Dumbification?, Insinuation Of Uniform Kink, Manhandling, Established Relationship, Penetration Encouragement, Sex In Livingroom, Sex On Table, Sex On Couch, Possesive/Obsessive Statements From Simon and König, König and Simon 'Competing' For Readers Attention.
Author's Note: Continuation of 'Tactical Princess'
The support on pt1 was literally shocking 6k notes!???? All the comments reblogs and feedback I received was amazing. Literally thank you so muchhhh.🤧💕
I'm not hyperfixiaited on COD anymore and had the worst time trying to get part two done. Writing smut for COD fandom isn't going to be as consistent as of right now. I need a break for a bit. I've said many times that this would drop sooner and ended up not doing it. Sorry to get everyone's hopes up like two times in a row.
PT1 Here:
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The time was ten o'clock and you were spending your day off by making König dinner. You stood in the kitchen watching a YouTube video that explained how to make spaghetti. Even though to the average person a meal like that is the easiest thing to make considering it's just meat, sauce and pasta noodles. You had no idea how to cook because König is usually the one who does all the 'domestic' things like cooking and cleaning.
You wanted to be nice since deep down you felt like he was tired of doing all of that stuff but didn't say anything to keep the peace.
You weren't as confident in your skills but the nice women in the video made it seem easy enough. You weren't wearing anything special, just an oversized shirt and shorts. You knew König would be tired when he got home and made sure that all he had to do was shower, eat dinner, and most likely fall asleep while cuddling you in bed.
You were proud of yourself for making it this far in the video. You made sure the stove knobs had been on low setting and paused the small screen on your phone to start wiping the counters with a nearby rag. Everything was done except for the noodles. So you grabbed a pot from the cabinet and filled it with water, placing it on the stove top and digging through a new grocery bag from your trip to the store earlier in the day.
You waited in anticipation for a moment then heard the front door open with König stepping inside. He ducked his head in the doorway and sighed heavily while pulling his helmet and mask off. He was at ease now that he didn't have to socialize with people he could only take in small doses.
You smiled, unable to hide your excitement and walked up to him, greeting him with open arms and a pretty smile. He grabbed your hands with his and allowed you to hug him, he sighed taking in your fresh scent and kissed your forehead.
There was something oddly different about tonight. For one, you found yourself enjoying the smell of him coming straight out of work. A ballaneced mix of outside air, cologne, sweat, and musk. You took a deep breath and held it in your nostrils before blowing out. He couldn't figure out what he should take from this interaction but wrapped his left arm around your waist. Fighting the urge to not lift you up and bring you anywhere he pleased.
"Hello to you too Y/n, did someone miss me today?" He asked lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger. Lightly dragging his gloved thumb on your chin aswel to highten the small level of physical touch. "Sorry- You smell really good... I couldn't help myself." You explained feeling like he was intentionally calling you out.
"Well thanks even though I don't really think I do... did you clean up? It smells and looks great in here." He asked lifting a brow. You nodded and walked into the kitchen. He followed after you and let out a chuckle finding your get up quite entertaining. You were waiting for him to give you some kind of feedback. He stared at you and leaned down tilting his head to the side and put his hands on his hips.
"You did such a good job baby... I'm so proud of you~♡" He praised knowing exactly what those words would do to you.
"Are you really saying that or do you just want to turn me on?" You asked. "Both, could you show me what you made?" He asked receiving a nod from you.
You brought König to the stove and opened the lid to the spaghetti sauce. You began to break the pasta noodles and tossed them in the pot. Spilling some of them on the floor and getting down on your knees to pick up after yourself. König took a sample of the sauce and actually enjoyed it. While he popped a finger in his mouth, his eyes glanced over at you.
He couldn't keep a clear head while you were bent over, you were trying to reach a noodle that fell inbetwen the small crack of the counter and oven. Sure you were putting in too much effort when you could have swiped the broom through but König's intoxicating smell fogged your thought process.
He watched your back arch causing the shirt to fall down and expose your lower back. Your shorts rised exposing your thighs. He stepped back to stare at you from behind, the perfect angle giving him a view of your ass. He could tell you weren't wearing panties either, you truly were enjoying your day off. He smirked feeling like you were doing this on purpose.
A groan slipping out as he pulled at his belt so he could feel more comfortable in his pants, the sudden tightness in the front almost making him react 'out of character.'
You looked up at him to see why he was so quiet. He then held your face and kneeled down to you, holding a good balance and allowing you to drop the noodles in your hands to wrap your arms around his neck.
"Did you miss me? You still haven't said it." He questioned wanting you to say it without him having to tell himself something he already knew.
"Yes, I did... did you have a good day at work?" You asked.
He nodded and put you down for you to stand on your own. You stepped closer to him, pulling him by his vest to keep the connection going. "Work is work, you know I'd rather not tell you about that kind of stuff... how was your day?" He asked more concerned about what you had to say.
König stared down at you and wrapped his arm around your waist again. Bringing you close and keeping you put. You shrugged while speaking, not thinking you did anything really worth speaking about.
"I went to the store, cooked, cleaned..." He held your face in the middle of your sentence and kept your eyes on his. Staring intently and inched his face closer. Not responding with words, instead just listening and valuing having your attention.
"Mhm..."
"I made sure my uniform is washed for when I go back to work... usual stuff I guess." His face leaned in more, you caught the hint and wrapped up your words. He hummed again then tilted his head to the side.
"Mhm..."
You did the same allowing him to initiate a soft gentle kiss with you that could be laced with lust depending on who was watching.
Willingly melting into his hold with a whimper and made the kiss more demanding. He groaned as you pulled his bottom lip in your teeth, breaking it for a quick moment to examine how good he looked.
If only he knew how much more attracted you were to him when he'd have his uniform on. For one, his pants were clearly too tight for him which brought a lot of attention to how big he was. His thighs were nearly spilling out. The belt he wore around his waist that also worked as a garter to hold objects in the small pouch hugged him perfectly. You bit your lip staring at the exposed skin of his wrists. Maybe because you couldn't see majority of his body which left you craving to know what was under and have something to your fantasies.
You clung on the small amount of skin you could see and began to feel hot on the inside of your body. Not being able to stand in one spot while he lightly chuckled wanting the kiss to continue.
König wasn't aware on your opinions when it came to his uniform. Even if you told him, you knew it wouldn't make much sense to him. He yanked your arms in his direction and kissed your neck without warning. In a hurry to tower over you and lift you onto the counter further forcing you in one spot. You placed your hands on the vest of his uniform again, eyes staring up at him only able to focus on and smell him.
"What did you do at work today? Your smell is driving me crazy... it's not body oder or something but- I'll just be honest- it's really turning me on König..." You sighed trying to hold onto your composure.
His pants were annoyingly tight now. Your eyes dark with lust which gave him a raging erection. He groaned lowly and untied your apron from the back to take it off of you. You then yanked at his belt that still hugged his hips, staring into beautiful eyes. "C-can you fuck me? Please König... I know you just got off of work but I can't shake this feeling..." You desperately asked hoping he'd glady agree.
"I don't want to fuck you..." He declined having something even better in mind to not get himself worked up too quickly.
"What? Why not?" You asked thinking there was a deeper meaning behind his statement. He imidiently saw the worry in your eyes and held your face with one hand and brought his other under you to bring you up into his arms. You locked your arms around his neck to keep yourself secure and looked up at him with a disappointed expression.
"It's not you Y/n, it's never you... but if I do- I know we'll be here all night." He reassured you and brought you into the livingroom, laying you down on the couch and keeping his eyes from the neck up.
You sighed not caring about his reason. You pulled on his vest to bring him down onto you again, your lust taking over and solidifying how turned on you were. "I'll be here as long as it takes... I have to feel you inside me... König... I'm so wet right now- I can't just ignore it..." You desperately spoke which made him forget about what he said.
"Fuck- Y/n cut it out... you know I love it when you beg... I love when you say my name like that too." He laughed lightly to not focus on his erection.
"Then fuck me... ever since the threesome with Ghost I've been trying to get that same amount of pleasure back... I don't know what I need- but both you and him do..." You whimpered.
"So that's why you've been acting like this? You want us to take care of you again?" He asked with a smirk.
"Yes! But I don't want you to think that I like him more... we haven't even talked about it since that night, I felt bad for wanting another threesome since you barely acknowledged it."
König shook his head and got off of you to sit next to you and began to take his gloves and forearm armor off, sittingit on the coffee table. "Y/n you shouldn't feel bad. The whole point of that was so you could feel something from it. I enjoyed it too- you were all I could focus on the entire time. I didn't mention it at all because Ghost and I agreed to just be normal... I have to remember to check in on you when we do things outside of our relationship, you were and always will be the center of attention."
"You don't think I'm cheating on you? I feel so guilty for enjoying the connection Ghost and I might have... I really don't want this to mess up our bond as partners, I love you so much König."
He kissed your forehead and brought you onto his lap. Holding your face and kissing your cheeks then your lips. "Don't worry. I know you still love me, it's not cheating... Y/n my heart is filled with love for you so much that I can hardly call it my own. My heart is yours and your heart is mine."
How was König a romantic whenever he needed to be. You caught yourself becoming flustered at his words, averting your gaze from his and playing with your fingers. How embarrassing. This was reassuring to hear and did ease your guilt. You knew you still had love for König, even now it doesn't seem like you'd ever be able to get something like this out of Ghost, other than a good orgasm.
"I didn't think you'd actually like that- I practiced saying that many times in the mirror like two weeks ago..." He nervously laughed scratching the back of his head.
"You're so sweet König... I love you." You sighed in relief and hugged him, he hesitated for a moment then wrapped his arms around you. He tapped your thighs so you'd get up from his lap. Once you did he kissed your forehead and sighed heavily. "I'm going to shower, Ghost is already on his way because he forgot something... looks like it's your lucky day." He teased and gave you a firm slap on your ass when he walked by.
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You made out with König while sitting on his lap with Ghost groping your body, his strong hands squeezing your breasts from behind. The two men fighting to have 4you closer to them individually. König pushed Ghost's hands away from you so he could have you all to himself to not let the Ghost get even an inch of your touch. Ghost groaned in annoyance and yanked you by your hips. Making you straddle his lap and feel his erection under you. He proceeded to grab your face and kissed your lips sloppily while König kissed your arm and held your hand in his.
Ghost moved his hips to feel you more intently. You moaned breaking the kiss for a moment to moan out, also trying to gain your breath but was pulled into König's lips before you could. You held onto his arms and was about to get onto his lap but felt Ghost's hands lift your hips and wrap an arm around your waist to align himself with your entrance.
"Fuck... you're such a god damn tease-" He grunted and gave you multiple slaps on your ass to make you whimper.
"Ah~ wait! Ghost! Ughh..." You moaned at the top of your lungs and felt him sink your hips down forcing you to take evey inch until meeting at the base. You clenched around him tightly, starting to enjoy the fulfiment of his cock for the first time.
You lifted your hands to place them on the back of the couch. Ghost's hands holding your hips and riding them up and down his shaft, forcing his cock deep inside you and messaging the sensitive areas of your vagina. You moaned with a nod, feeling like you were being rewarded. The tension from earlier made your body react quicker than you'd like.
He grunted watching a bulge form into your stomach and scooted down the couch to hang his hips off of his spot and use his lower body strength to bounce you up and down on him. You threw your head back, opening your mouth wide to moan and rolled your eyes into your skull. "Uhh uhh ahhhh~ Ghoossttt~ Yesss yess yes!" You lustfuly stated with a whoreish smile growing on your face.
"That's it... take every fucking inch- good girl... you're so wet... mhmm keep moaning so König knows who you truly belong to." He chuckled while yanking a handful of your hair to keep your head still.
König grabbed your neck gently and stared at you while your head was back. You made eye contact with him moaning softly and holding onto his thighs. "His cock feels so good... mmm~ ahh~" You whimpered clenching around Ghost multiple times. Smiling and lifting your hands to hold König's wrists.
"I know princess, your moans are so pretty baby~" He praised kissing your cheeks and tightening his grip slightly.
Their actions did nothing but rip another moan out of you. You closed your eyes tightly and focused on how deep Ghost managed to get. You couldn't stop your body from loving him more, your vagina sucking on him and desiring more of his cock to keep him inside forever. You moaned louder once he wrapped both arms around your torso and began to kiss your breast.
Dancing around your areolas and dragging his lips across your nipples but starting off with only that. He then nibbled on them slightly before bringing them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around and sucking them sloppily to make you moan again. "Haahh~ my nipples- are s-so sensitiiive~♡"
"Uhhuh you're so fucking greedy baby... look at our beautiful princess..." Ghost responded and slapped your ass, he then moved your hips off of him and allowed his erection to slip out. You whimpered as he turned you around for you to stare up at Konig and slid back inside with a pleased groan. Instead of thrusting into you voluntarily, he watched you as you whimpered and whined for him to do it. Then having the bright idea to ride him yourself.
You placed your hands on his knees and lifted your hips up then slamming down on him with loose slutty moans leaving your lips.
Leaning yourself forward to have a much better control over your body and arching your back, making all focus be on how much your ass jiggled in the process. Ghost threw his head back, deeply groaning and held onto your hips watching your juices trickle down his shaft and make a mess of him.
You didn't realise König was standing in front of you the whole time. He then took it apon himself to lift your head up and hold it in his hands, forcing your eyes onto him. Ghost letting out a moan once he felt pre-cum ooze out of his tip and into your walls. You cried out softly, lifting your hands to hold onto König's forearms and clenched around Ghost again. "Look at my pretty girl... how does it feel? Does my good girl love being stuffed with another man's cock?" He teased nodding to you and prying your lips open with his thumb to get you to speak.
"Yeethhh~ haaahh haah hahh~ ughh..." Your loose statement was followed by breathy moans which made König groan and stroke himself to the sight of your face while his left hand held onto your jaw, still keeping a finger on your lips before slipping in for you to suck it.
"Hmm mhhmm~♡" You nodded while swirling your tongue around his digit.
"What was that? Can't hear you when you're being fucked and sucking on my fingers..." He laughed slapping your face gently.
Ghost groaned and pulled onto your hair, not liking the distance between you two with your gaze more focused on König. You bucked your hips and sighed heavily once König took his finger out of your mouth and held your throat in his hands with a gentle squeeze to not hurt you. "My body feels so fucking good... I'm overwhelmed already but I love it..." You smiled using your soft hands to hold König's shaft and proceed to stroke it consistantly to earn groans of pleasure.
"Is that right? What does my beautiful girl have to say about that? I think you're forgetting something." He chuckled giving you gentle face slaps for a breif moment to 'rejog' your memory.
"Ughh- t-th-thank you König~ I love you so much... thank you for letting him fuck me~ I know I've been so greedy but I can't get enough of you guysss~ oh god- I'm gonna come!" You whined needing to let go of the knot in your stomach.
"You're welcome... anything for you- I love you so fucking much- aghh I just want my amazing girlfriend to be satisfied... you can get anything you want- no matter what it is..." He excessively praised feeling himself inching closer to orgasm aswel.
"Aghh shit- you're gonna come already baby? You just looove my cock now don't you? Stop looking at him and look at the man who's got your slutty tight cunt soaked." König let your face go and pushed your back down to Ghost. You nodded quickly and turned your head to look at him. Whines leaving your lips as he wrapped both arms around you to keep you in place. You moaned excessively and held his cheek in your hand, resting your head on his while staring into König's eyes.
"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!! Ohh I love iittt- Ghost you're going to make come- ughh I'm gonna come all over your fat cock... ohh my god- I'm so clooooseeee!" You cried out as if you lost all self control.
König leaned down to you, holding your left leg and wrapping it around his waist to tap his shaft on your clit. You whimpered not knowing what he'd do next, you so desperately wanted to be double stuffed again. You were so close to orgasm, if he slid in now, you'd for sure come.
Ghost slapped your ass every second he got to produce more moans and whoreish whimpers from you.
He wouldn't stop penetrating your urethra which made it harder for you to keep hold and not make a mess. Your sudden silence told König you were going to come. He then glanced at Ghost, mentally agreeing with him to have some more fun.
"Are you close? Are you going to come?" He asked to force you to speak with a tight hold on your neck. You furrowed your eyebrows and again, nodded quickly. "Mhmhmmhm..." You whimpered clenching around Ghost multiple times before feeling his thrusts come to a stop.
"Good. Switch." König groaned and stepped back for Ghost to push you off of him and toss you to the side next to him. Giving him the opportunity to yank you from where you laid and scoop you up into his arms like you were his object. You sighed heavily trying not to get upset at the fact that they just encouraged your orgasm, got you all the way to the top, only to take you back down.
"What a shame... I dunno what to do with her, should we both stuff her full or does she not deserve it just yet?" He asked Ghost with a cocky tone. "Oh? I get a say in this again. I thought for sure you'd ignore me this time, but to be honest- I haven't been shown anything that would give me the idea that she deserves it..." He responded with a nonchalant shrug.
Were they fucking serious right now? What could you possibly not have done to come?
You rolled your eyes and whimpered looking up at them as they both stood in front of you. "That's not fair... I've been good all night!" You stated. König chuckled and grabbed your face, staring down at you with a displeased expression.
"Yeah- that was until you were basically drooling at the mouth for Ghost like a little slut..." He aggressively said mocking you.
"I'm not as slut-" You whimpered with a sighed trying to take his hands off of your face.
"You're not? Awe that's so cute of you to deny... you sure do suck cock like one, I mean come on... have some respect for yourself sweetheart." Ghost played right along with König. You didn't like this one bit, but you did know how quickly you wanted to give it up.
König rubbed your clit for a moment and slapped it to watch your body jolt. You moaned but acted like you were going to cry. "I'm not a slut! Don't call me that." You softly spoke hoping your tone would be enough for him to have pitty on you.
"And you think that you deserve to be called princess? Is that it baby?" Ghost teased with a smirk and squeezed your jaw tightly.
"Yes... please I've been a good girl this whole time... I'm so sorry." You begged for forgiveness which peaked their arousal for you.
"No no no, Being a good girl isn't going to cut it... get on the dining table and spread your legs, make sure you also hang your head off of it..."
You didn't move as quick as you should have. So to get you going, König yanked your arm and stood you up. Pushing you along hard enough to make you stumble on your feet. "Get a move on princess... I don't want to be rough with you but it's clear that you need a fucking lesson."
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You spread your legs and opened your mouth wide. König was standing in front of you, while Ghost stood behind you but held his erection in his hand and slapped it on your face. Both men on opposite sides of the glass dining table giving you all of their attention in the process.
"She's so ready to suck my cock... aren't you baby?" He asked eager to slide in already. "Yeaahh~ I want you to come down my throat~♡" You agreed with a slutty tone.
König lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. Keeping his hands on the table and sliding into you. Causing your back to arch and a moan to fall from your lips. Ghost held onto your throat with his left hand and penetrated your mouth, groaning lowly at the way you wrapped around him with no problem. Your hands on his hips waiting for both of them to thrust forward.
"Aghh... fuck... good girl- all the way to the base of my cock... that's it our pretty little porn star."
König began to thrust into you. Making you moan and slobber on Ghost. You rolled your eyes back before closing them, his balls hitting your face repeatedly as he was now using you like a personal fleshlight. You bucked your hips feeling König squeeze your thighs and thrust upwards into your g-spot. Making you clench around him and pull moans out of him.
Ghost let go of your neck and stared down at the bulge form in your throat, everytime he'd thrust in it would become bigger then shrink when he'd pull back. Your tongue played a hand in making this more pleasure. Messaging his veins and causing his hips to move faster. The table started to move faster than you were comfortable with. König's thrusts counteracting with Ghost's.
You placed your hands on König's chest and dug your nails into his skin. The pleasure overwhelming you again as your orgasm creeped around the corner again. You hoped to god that they would let you come this time. You were so close that it annoyed you just thinking about it. König held your hands in his and leaned down slightly to bring them up to his face. Showering them in kissed and mumbling sweet words into them. His tone doing a full one eighty compared to before.
Of course he wasn't really upset with you. But his possession and jealously didn't think he should just let you walk around doing whatever you wanted just because your vagina told you to. He let your hands go for a moment to bring you closer to him, grabbing at your waist to pull your body down the table. You panicked while grabbing for his arms, holding his muscles in your hands and gliding them up to feel every vein that protuded further from his skin. Just feeling his body turned you on more. With that, Ghost's hands squeezed your breasts and pinched your nippels in his index and thumbs.
You moaned but gagged when he thrusted forward again, inturrupting your sound of pleasure. Having them both again like this brought you back to the other night. Although both of them weren't inside of you at the same time. Just having König be this rough with you while Ghost relentlessly fucked your face is what really made this experience more erotic.
"Stop fucking gagging like you don't know how to take a deep fuck to the throat!" He stated while massaging the bulge in your neck again.
"He's right- you know exactly what to do so do it." König added.
Your feelings were yet again tied in. Last time you thought it was just lust and excitement that made you scream 'I Love You.' But now you're realizing that you do indeed love them. Clearly you've always felt that way for König, he's your boyfriend before anything... but you truly did love him even more. For him to allow you to be with another man even if you might have said it out of being drunk one night is honestly crazy to think about.
He saw it as making you happy. And as long as you were happy, he didn't care about anything else. The two of you have perfect communication aswel. If things were to change, a conversation would be had before drama could ever accure.
"Her throat feels amazing... God I would kill to experience this every second of the day..." Ghost groaned, rubbing your throat and closely listening to the sounds you'd make.
"Ghffhnmm! Hghhmm-"
You were slightly panicking because there was a lack of air circulating through your body. Your nails dug into his skin for his attention, he pulled his hips back with another loud groan and stared down at you. Watching you pant and raise your head, being met with König thrusting forward into you and continuously pulling your body off of the table to have you to himself.
"Ahh ahhh ahh- mmmahhughhh... N-not so hard-" You whimpered propping yourself up with your elbows. Ghost caressed your face and pulled your hair back for you to look up at him, thus making you ignore König for the time being. "Awe you can take it princess... you took two huge cocks on that couch a few nights ago, remember that? You preformed so perfectly for me baby..."
Well obviously if he says you can do it then clearly you can. His words made you tighten around König, signifying that you did like his words. You heard König moan which caused him to cross your legs over the other to make you feel even tighter to him. He threw his head back and groaned, simply enjoying how you felt rather than focus on his lack of attention.
Ghost began to stroke himself with one hand and hold your face with the other. His eyes still onto you while you whimpered his name softly. Your mind and body confused into thinking that you and him were the only ones in the room as of now, and that instead of being shared with him and König. He was the one making you feel good.
With your soft low whimpers and begs for more of his attention as if he wasnt already staring at you, his hand pumped up and down faster making a heavy groan leave his lips as he held onto your neck and nodded to you. König slipped out of you which brought him out of his fantasies. He stared at you, seeing how desperate you were for Ghost instead of him.
His hips gently thrusting to glide his erection inbetween your clenched thighs. You smiled softly while looking up Ghost and held his wrist in your hand. Your gaze becoming more soft and submissive as you spoke. "Choke me harder... you're hands are so strong... mhmmm~ and your arms... I want you to put me in headlock while you fuck me..." You said while bucking your hips to feel König's shaft cosntintaly rub against you.
"Fuck- like that? Does that feel good my sweet girl..." He asked with a smirk before kissing your cheeks and forehead. "Mhm... so good..." You nodded while biting your lip.
König couldn't believe his eyes. He could feel his jealousy flooding to the brim. Further annoying him and making him slip back inside of you, this time with force while squeezing your hips in his hands. You moaned sharply and glanced at him for a moment before Ghost snapped his fingers to gain your attention again.
"Don't focus on him... ignore him... you and me baby, unless you'd rather me just fuck your throat again?" He asked squeezing your throat tightly for a moment to get you to shake your head. "Ugh~ I'm sorry..." You said with desperation behind your words.
König's eye twitched as he began to steadily thrust into you with long strokes behind your urethra that was followed with loud throaty moans of praise and pleasure. Your body moving to follow his speed, breasts bouncing in a gentle motion which made you wrap your arm around yourself to bring them together. Allowing him to have something to stare at.
He was definitely trying to get you to bring your eyes onto him again. You were trying to take in as much of Ghost's attention as you could. You didn't know if this would be it, maybe this would be the last time you'll see him in this light. Yes getting him over here was easy since all you did was ask, but what if this is the last time? What if Ghost loses interest in being with you in this way? He made it hard for you to want to look away anyways. His tight hold on your jaw and thick british accent that was wrapped up in his praises with your name.
König grabbed both of your wrists and crossed them over eachother. Yanking your arms down for you to not be able to touch Ghost. You whimpered glancing at him for a moment but had your face squeezed and gently slapped as punishment.
"I said ignore him. He's just jealous princess, who gives a fuck either... what you should be focusing on is how fucking hard my cock is..." He stated, pressing his tip on your cheek and gliding it passed your lips. You moaned opening your mouth to take him in, only for him to slap your face gently again and shake his head. "Kiss it. Go on, put those pretty lips to use and kiss it..." He said tapping himself on your mouth. You placed soft but needy kisses on his shaft and tried to stick your tongue out, desiring to lap up your tongue on his urethra in order to collect pre-cum.
He rolled his eyes again. Having to be more aggressive towards you. He then tightly held your neck in his hand and applied pressure to make you whimper and stare up at him with pleading eyes. "Fucking kiss it and nothing else. You really get a rise out of not listening, huh? You were doing so well until now..."
König scoffed and slapped your thighs. Making you shake and react to the pain. Your eyes staying on Ghost though, knowing that if you didn't it would be a bad idea. He groaned, seeing how persistent you were in ignoring him. He then began to slam into you, shaking the table due to his emense amount of strength and brought your legs up onto his shoulders. Making his stance more solid so he could thrust into you the way he'd like. You tried to kiss Ghost's tip but whimpered loudly once König's heavy balls slapped against you, the pain mentally confusing you. It hurt just a little but the excitement and adrenaline that rushed through you with every hit made your walls clench around him.
"Du verdammte Schlampe… wage es nicht, so zu tun, als hättest du jetzt Schmerzen… du ärgerst mich so sehr– nutzt meine Freundlichkeit aus… du bist so eine gottverdammte Hure… aghh~ so eng und nass nur für mich... Scheiße.~" König choked out while slapping your ass and firmly squeezing it to ease the pain on your skin.
("You fuckin' slut... don't you dare act like you're in pain now... you piss me off so much- taking advantage of my kindness... you're such a god damn whore... aghh~ so t-tight and wet just for me... shit.~")
Oh god- anything but degrading you in German. Why did he have to always use his native language as an advantage over you. And why did you always like it when he did. His aggressive tone told you that he was annoyed with how you were continuously ignoring him. Your back arched as you felt a deep pit in your stomach once he'd thrust in and pull back. Your clit tingling, having zero desire to stop the need of being touched. You then moaned loudly and finally broke eye contact with Ghost. Staring up at König and clenching yourself around him with every forcful thrust into you.
"Uhhh~♡ please- slow down- ahhh... Koniiiiggg you're so deeeep~ i-in my stomach.~" You whimpered with a nod allowing your body to do all the talking. His cock reaching deeply inside you and kissing your cervix with everytime you'd buck your hips forward for more of him.
"Leg dich hin und nimm es– du bist so hübsch, wenn du es tust… aghh ughhh~ uhhh– Scheiße… ich möchte schon in dich hineinkommen–“ He demanded and slapped your thighs again making you moan.
("Lay there and take it- you're so pretty when you do... aghh ughhh~ uhhh- shit... I want to come inside of you already-")
Ghost then held your face and pushed your head back down to pry your lips open with his tip. You whimpered opening your mouth and allowing him to slide in. Your tongue being slippery enough to give him a proper and comfortable entry. Your eyes closed tightly and watered as you gagged on him, not expecting him to reach your uvula quicker than he did.
He threw his head back and held the back of your neck. Tightening his hold to make you feel like a suctioning oral toy. Thrusting his hips forward to gently fuck your throat, knowing that you may be overwhelmed already. Your eyes rolled back as you purposely gagged to make him feel bigger than he was. König's hands groped your breast holding them tightly while he moaned a cuss word and slapped your ass every now and then.
He lightly chuckled and slapped your ass hard before sliping out again to edge himself from coming too quickly and watched your juices trickle down his shaft. Collecting at the base of his cock and drip down from your enterence, all the way onto the table.
"Pgghfhm ighh haaackgh hiinngh-" You quickly begged with muffled whimpers. Ghost rolled his eyes and thrusted quicker to suffocate you with his cock. You rolled your eyes back and dug our nails into König's wrists. Heavily breathing out of your nose but knowing it wasn't enough for you. Saliva collecting in your throat and gushing out of the corners of your mouth further making a mess out of yourself.
"Hahh hahh~ aghh goddamn... such a perfect little cock sucker." Ghost grunted while staring down at the lump he repeatedly made in your throat.
"Because of me- aghh... she's used to deepthroating my cock... yours isn't much of a problem for her- ughh keep taking me in like that and I'll for sure come inside of you..."
"Hah- fuck you... you're just jealous... admit it König... she loves me more than you. Hear that?" He took himself out of your mouth again to prove a point. You were too busy enjoying being stuffed to care about their ego driven conversation. You whimpered taking your hands out of König's loose grip and held onto Ghost's hips, inching your face forward to take him back inside.
"Ghosst? More... I want more of your cock- please?" You begged showering him in kisses and swirling your tongue around his tip. König pressed your stomach down and throbbed inside of you. Loving how desperate you sounded for another while he got to use you.
"So? She loves sucking cock... doesn't matter who's it is- she'd do it as a fucking line of work..." He scoffed and wrapped his arms around your waist to completely hold you and rutted his hips into you like an animal in heat. You rolled your eyes back again and let Ghost go. Coughing slightly and breathing heavily that was followed by moans. "Ughhhh- König- yessyesyesyesyes~♡" You begged with a nod.
"Oh ja? Sag mir, wie gut sich mein Schwanz anfühlt– das ist mein braves Mädchen, sei ehrlich zu deinem Mann.“
("Oh yeah? tell me how much my cock feels good- that's my good girl be honest with your man.")
You shook your head not being able to take his hard thrusts. You tried to push your hands into his stomach to stop him but he groaned deeply and yanked your ankles, bending your body in half to make you more deeper. Locking your legs around his waist and penetrating deeper inside you to make your stomach cave in. Heat building up in your body which made you cry out loud and throw your head back. "Koniiiiggg!~ Stooop- ughhh... it feels too good- please I need to come..."
"Yeah baby? You need to come? Awe how fucking desperate of you... you're so fucking tight for me... how does it feel- hm? Don't you love having my cock buried deep inside you?"
You nodded while he held your jaw and showered your face in kisses. A whimper following your lips once you arched your back, feeling his chest on yours. Sensitive nipples grazing against the small hairs occupying his skin.
"Yeesssshh- I really love it... hmm I can't take it, my body is so warm on the inside... fuck~" You chocked out. Bringing your arms around his neck and gathering the hairs in your fingers. He buried his face into your neck and thrusted harder, the table moving quicker and his teeth grazing against your neck. Tracing over the hickeys he laid previously on you, making you whimper knowing the bruise wasn't healed all the way.
"Say it louder- I have a point to prove... you belong to me don't you, tell Ghost that you're mine... and that you love me more than anything else in the world."
König held your jaw and brought your head back for you to look at Ghost. He stood there stroking himself to the sight of you, your eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened to let out more moans. Your chest rising and caving due to your heavy breaths. You made eyes contact with him and shook your head in disagreement.
What point was König trying to prove? You weren't even listening all the way but you did know that you felt utterly embarrassed. Having switched sides so quickly and melted into putty towards König so fast. You held onto the table and whined, bucking your hips and moaning even louder. "Ahh ahh hahh~ St-stoopppp~ I caaan't!"
"Don't you have something to tell me sweetheart? Instead of moaning like the pathetic little slag you are, why not speak up and be honest already? He gave you a fucking order so fulfil it."
Pathetic? Well- he's not wrong... it's a shame on how quickly you let them take over your mind and body. You didn't want to think anymore. You hated having to think, you needed them to use you exactly like last time. You needed them both inside of you- you needed to be filed by them... you desired it more than your drive to go to work everyday.
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-" You begged not clearly thinking.
"Ohhh fuck- please what sweetheart? Speak up and stop acting like a braindead whore." Ghost teased.
You cried out and felt your vavinal muscles sucking König up. Your mind was too blurry to even function. You shook your head and nodded. Eyes slowly closing until König pulled our of you. Which brought you back to reality.
"Oh wow... I think she's starting to be overstimulated... isn't that so fucking cute, Y/n what do you want from us? Begging aimlessly isn't going to do anything but keep your pretty pussy from coming all over our cocks..."
"Please... I want both of you inside me... I need more- please...pleasepleaseplease... I'm a cock hungry slut, I'm your slut..."
They both chuckled and yanked you off of the table, making sure you stood on your feet before walking you forward. "Good- that's all you had to say. My fuckin' hand isn't cutting it whatsoever."
"Which one of us should be in the bottom this time?" König asked once they brought you back over to the couch. "Dunno, probably try asking her?" Ghost scarcasticly spoke while crossing his arms.
König rolled his eyes and grabbed your head and turned your face to Ghost. Your face was covered in saliva, Heavy breaths escaping your lips as you stared up at them with a cock hungry expression. "Doesn't seem like she cares now does it? Whatever... this is a weird conversation to have while our dicks are out."
"Really? We're having sex with the same women and me asking which position to take is the weird part here? König read a room for a second..."
"KöNiG rEaD a RhOoM FhOwEhH hEh SeKhOnD... Gib mir eine Pause, du britisches Arschloch." He responded taking the immature route and mocking Ghost's thick accent.
("Give me a break you british asshole.")
You stared up at them with a dead expression. They were seriously having this kind of conversation right now? You sighed and wiped your mouth. Clearing your throat to bring attention to yourself. "You guys can wrap this up at any moment, I really would like to come now..."
Ghost scoffed and lifted you off of the couch again. Yanking your arm to bring you up and wrap his arms around your waist. You placed an arm around his neck and felt him align himself with your entrance again. "He started it..."
"I don't care... just stuff me with your cocks already..." You sighed allowing König to hold your hips and slightly pull onto your body to bring you closer to him. You smiled at the act of them pulling you in separate directions to have you to theirs themselves. You moaned once Ghost entered you, sliding in perfectly and caused you to arch your back. Ghost then plopped down onto the nearby couch with you now on his lap. You whimpered feeling his tip kiss your cervix and make you wince a how deep he was.
König then pushed you down to keep your back into an arch. He groaned while tapping himself on your right cheek to bring his erection back. You moaned and looked back at him, biting your lip and gently grabbing his inches to align it with yourself. Once you felt like you could take it. You took a deep breath and brought your hips back. Feeling your vaginal entrance stretch beyond your usual size. Your smooth breathing made your walls relax and be able to take the thicker penetration much easier. The two men groaned loudly and slapped your ass, feeling their cocks touch against eachother and also be engulfed by your slippery walls.
"That's my confident baby- look at you... you're amazing, so eager to take two cocks inside... I'm so proud of you sweet my girl. You feel much more tighter now that there's less space- ughnh... oh fuck~" Ghost moaned at the end of his praise and wrapped both of his arms around your waist. Planting his feet into the floor to have better lervage to thrust into you.
König leaned down to you and held your neck in his right hand. His other hand holding onto the back of the couch to support himself. You moaned at the distinctive feel of them inside and grinded your hips, earning small sultry moans from them and feeling Ghost's dark brown pubic hair brush against your clit.
"How do you feel? We're not hurting you right? Ugh you mean the world to me... you're so beautiful..." König softly spoke and kissed your cheeks earning small pleased giggles. "No I'm okay- you both make me so wet... I can't believe I'm able to take both of you... your cocks are so big- stretching me out so far that I'll be sore after this..." You responded in a flirtatious tone while biting onto your lip.
"How big are we princess? Your tight little cunt can barely keep us inside... I can feel that slutty pussy rejecting our cocks but sucking us back in... what do you think König?"
"Likewise... her pussy is so pretty but sooo indecisive..."
"Ahhh~ I'm sorry... my body loves you guys too much to let you go..." You innocently agreed. Just with those words they began to shower you in kisses. König placing small love marks on your shoulders, neck, and upper back. Ghost doing the same for your chest, breast, nipples, and collar bone. You moaned clenching around them and bringing your hips back and fourth to ride them both. König's cock penetrating upwards, giving you that feeling of needing to use the bathroom again while Ghost made you feel like you needed to pee.
As confusing as it was. You did love the feeling, you could feel them so deep in their own ways. You whimpered wrapped your right arm around König's neck and placed your left hand on Ghost's chest. Receiving kisses and mumbled praises from him that followed with König's large hands slapping your ass as encouragement.
"Mhm... fuck our cocks like you own them... you're ass is so perfect and sexy... I love DoggyStyle with you... you're body is amazing, I'd make art out of it and stare at you all day long..."
"You're skin Is so soft and you smell lovely baby... such a beautiful chest you have... they're so warm... I need to suck them."
This was just right. Being praised and physically worshipped by both of them made you move your hips faster your eyes closing as you fell into your mind and focused on the sounds they'd make. Your vagina clenching more consistantly and becoming much more slippery. Lewd sounds produced from your body which embarrassed you but made you feel confident in the same moment.
"Ahh~ yesss...yes... s'good... and so big- just for me... ughhhh your cocks are all mine- fuck..." You sharply moaned within your soft statements. They groaned and held onto your body in their own ways. Ghost now making out with your nipples, sucking and nibbling on them while König held your shoulders in his hands which pulled you back slightly to make your arch more deeper. He stared down at your ass and took in how flawless he saw your body.
Everything you deemed as an insecurity was always what he deemed as your best quality. He loved every inch of you, your stomach, thighs, back, arms, fingers- he could go on all day and gush about how much he loved you. Inside and out. Hearing your moans as you used them like personal sex toys turned him on even more. He tried to not thrust into you, but couldn't keep his hips still.
"Ahh ughhh... uhhhooofuck- I love you- I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you..." He spoke the same words over and over again. The pleasure taking his body over not allowing him to think about anything else. You were amazing, he was proud to have you as his. And he was even prouder to be yours.
You threw your head back. Letting out a moan that was followed by his name. You placed your hand on his stomach to feel closer to him and whimpered closing your eyes tightly, his deep thrust counteracting with your hips. Bringing more friction and pleasure for every party involved. You nodded, throwing your head back and being more vocal in how good you felt.
Ghost grunted. Resting his head on your chest and hearing how fast your heart was beating. He didn't like how intimate you and König were being even without staring into eachothers eyes. He was thrusting into you like Ghost wasn't there. And you were moaning like it was just him. He moaned your name loudly and started to thrust into you. Stroking your urethra deeply and slamming his hips into yours. Forcing you to take him all the way to the base, pull a whimper out of you, then retract his hips and start this process over again.
His hands trailing down your body to hold you more intimately. He tried holding onto your shoulders but König's hands were in the way. He swated them off of you out of jealousy and held onto you, bringing you down to him and moaning into your left ear. Whimpering your name and exaggerating his statements to verbally get you go understand that he felt the same way, perhaps even more.
König groaned a cuss word and held onto your waist. Thrusting harder into you and throwing his head back. They were trying to work against eachother but still ended up being keanient and becoming partners to make your arousal the main priority.
You didn't know what to feel. Your body was already connected with them, and now your mind was too. Your hips grinded up and down, still feeling his bush which made you whimper and relax your vaginal muscles. König slapped your ass multiple times and held onto you tightly. Knowing he was going to come but didn't want to do that too early.
"I love you princess... I love you baby... I love you sweetheart... I love you Y/n... I love you..."
Okaay- cut it out you two... they're going to make you say and do things you weren't sure if you fully agreed on or not. You whimpered and nodded, König groaning louder and speaking up to go against Ghost's statements that weren't even all that. The only thing he did to make them seem more important was tie those stupid pet names into them. What a fucking show off.
"I love you more... I love you so much... I love you way more than anyone else... you're mine- and I'm yours... fuck I love you~♡"
Alright no seriously- stop it. You could feel an emotional I love you festering up in your body. Of course you could simply let it out but you knew it would be to the extreme and come out extra loosely. They both began to thrust in sync which was for sure overkill. Your back arched again m, you leaned upwards and held onto your stomach and covered your mouth. Your eyes opening wide to roll back into your skull. "Ughh ughh hahh~ yessssnooo- n-no- y-yeesss~♡ Fuucckk~"
"Yess yes- you can take it, we're so proud of you..." König stated while grabbing your face and holding your jaw back so you could stare up at him. He slapped your right thigh and squeezed it. You whimpered again and clenched down on him. "Don't take your eyes off of me. They're so pretty..."
"Ahh~ K-König... I'm gonna- I'm... mfhhaah~" He cut you off intentionally by crashing his lips onto yours. Holding your face tightly with both hands. You whined into his mouth slightly panicking from the sudden cut off of air. Your mouth opening slightly which gave him the best moment to slide his tongue into your mouth. Ghost grunted and held your hip in his right hand, using his left to put his fingers to good use and began to rub your clit. Flicking it back and forth and pressing down.
"Hfmmhmm! Ahh~ ahhhuhhh..." You broke contact with König to let out a moan. He groaned again, saliva tracked from his lips to yours. You sighed heavily trying to gain composure once more but lost it quickly. "I'm not done... come here..." He demanded and brought your lips back intertwined with his.
Ghost slapped your clit and glared at König. Feeling left out and wanting a chance to have you by himself. "She's going to come soon, her clit is so needy for my touch..."
"Mhmm- don't say that- uhhh- I'm so fucking close I can't even think... I think I'm seeing stars? Please don't stop~♡" You begged feeling tears well up in your eyes. To muffle your sounds Ghost held your face with one hand while his other held your neck. He brought you into a makeot session that was followed with hard thrusts and loud groans from both of them. König grabbing your arms to pin them behind your back, leaving you unable to move.
You moaned and broke the kiss yet again. Now resting your head on his chest and shaking your head, knowing your orgasm was coming and was excited for it. That was until you remembered what happened last time and panicked, thinking they'd stop you from coming yet again. "Noo~ please- let me come! Please I'll be a good girl- I'm Sorryyy!!"
"Her begging is to die for isn't it? So submissive and slutty for us..."
"It sure is... baby you don't have to get so worked up, we'll let you come... you've been so good for us..."
"You've definitely redeemed yourself~♡"
Once you heard that you felt even more desperate for your orgasm. Your hips began to move without you even thinking about it. You wanted to come so badly and would do whatever to achieve it.
König groaned while watching you bounce your hips up and down and moan softly. Ghost moved his fingers faster on your clit and nodded syncing his moans with yours. Everytime you'd push your hips back and lift while arching your back and letting their cocks 'breathe' until their tips were collecfing your juices, they'd moan out your name and encourage your hips to sink back by forcing them to move.
"Mhm... good, that's our pretty princess..."
Ours ours ours- they know what their doing. Your body was such an enemy right now. Your vagina would clench and pull them inside forcing them to let their pre-cum spew out and into you. Nearly reaching your cervix. "Say it again- pleasee I'm almost there-" You cried softly and received a hold on your neck that followed with a tight squeeze.
"You're our princess... you're all ours baby- you mean so much to us... we love you more than anything in the world sweetheart... you're our good girl who can get whatever the hell she wants..."
"Mhm... we'll give you so many loads of our come... just keep letting out those pretty moans for us to keep thrusting into you... We love you and care about you so much- you're amazing..."
Their thrusts slowed down and was now in sync with eachother. It was like their cocks made it possible to reach deeper into you. König kissed your cervix first, then Ghost. You whimpered feeling your body relax which made you throw your head back again and hold onto the couch. "Ahhh~ yess yes! Fuck! Oh my god..."
Ghost wrapped his hand around your throat and crashed your lips onto his, intently making out with you not caring that your mouth was already riddled with the taste of their cocks. You moaned and hooked your arm around his neck, using your other hand to apply pressure to König's stomach.
König groaned but let out an emberessingly submissive moan that caused him to cover his face with his forearm and groan lowly. "Oh my god! Fuck... just like that Y/n..." He moaned with low whimpers.
"I love you~♡" You whimpered into Ghost's ear, hugging him tightly now letting your heart do all of the talking.
"I love you too baby... I love you so god damn much... you belong to me- whore." He groaned and made eye contact with König while you whimpered holding onto him.
Ghost pissed König off on a different level. He knew the rules when it came to you but chose to ignore them time and time again.
He stopped the kiss with you to hear how desperately you moaned for him to kiss you again. He slapped your ass and dragged his hands across your back, slightly pulling you from König's arms and sucking on your neck.
"Louder... keep moaning for me baby, you sound absolutely beautiful." He encouraged ands slapped your clit then thrusted harder. "Ahh ahh hmm uhhh~ Ghoossttt~♡"
König huffed and rolled his eyes. That smug bastard. There wasn't any words to describe how heated he became. He slapped your ass for your attention and watched your back arch more deeper. You whined his name and smiled enjoying the slight fear and pain rushing through your body. His slaps hurt of course, König sometimes wasn't aware of his strength and usually got carried away, feeding into his sadism kink and enjoying your reaction to the pain he inflicted onto you.
"Quite playing favorites, I'm your boyfriend so fucking act like it!" He demanded and pulled your hair to bring a whine out of you. You cried out and nodded rolling your eyes back and bitting down on your lip. "I'm soorrryyyyy~ don't stop fucking me please I'm so sorryyyy~" You moaned begging way louder than you ever begged.
Begging was yet again getting you nowhere. You were fed up with asking them to allow you to release. König then pulled out of you and yanked you by your arms, turning you around to face him and keep you still. Ghost held your throat and squeezed tightly while König tapped his tip on your clit. You nodded and whimpered with submissive eyes. Further intriguing König to slide back into you.
You moaned at the top of your lungs and cried out random sounds rather than fluent words. It was like you lost all function as a human being and could only focus on the flaming amount of pleasure internally and mentally. Your mind went blank then brought you back into focus. Your arms and legs fwailed around and extended then retracted once more.
The fact that you didn't know what to do with yourself was amusing to both men while they groaned, moaned, and cursed in the same breath. Heat radiated off of your face which made König smirk and lean down to you, making eye contact with you more intense which brought tears out of your eyes. Ghost squeezed your breasts and buried his face into your neck, speaking sweet lustful praises into your ears.
König kept his thrusts hard but made them stroke more deeper into you. Reaching your cervix and pressing into it, your back arched and arms flew out to hold onto his arms but instead you made many red scars on his stretch mark ridden muscular forearms.
Your eyes rolling back and vagina clenching much more consistently. Sucking and clenching around to keep them from moving. König pulled your mouth open and forced his thumb in so you could suck while staring at him. You cried out of pleasure feeling both of them stretch you out beyond capability. Your mouth wide open, tongue swirling around König's thumb and eyes covered with tears. He took your nails scratching his skin with a deep groan and nodded more. Placing his hands on the back of the couch and rutting into you.
Ghost rolled his eyes and did the same. His hips drilling into you figuratively bruising your insides and making the bulge in your stomach fluctuate in size. You cried louder not being able to speak and only moaning or whining. Ghost holding your neck and applying pressure to make you lightheaded, in desperate need of air.
You shook your head and buried your face into König's neck. Not being able to speak, breathe, think, or even comprehend what was happening right now. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held onto his back, feeling the subtle muscles flex as he competed against Ghost to have your orgasm in his hold. You scratched up his back and bit into his neck, tears covering the small hairs on his skin. Teeth bruising and marking him which gave him nothing but a more euphoric high.
"Aghh fuck- switch." He grunted and slipped out of you knowing that he needed atleast a few seconds to retract from coming when you have yet to release.
Ghost quickly pushed you off of him and waited for König to lay down. He brought you onto his lap making sure you faced him, Sliding into you first while Ghost stood behind you to hold your hips and press your back down onto König to keep you arched. You whimpered trying to lift your head and focus but your body was overworked.
König held you in his embrace and mumbled into your ear with a genuine tone to tell you how much he loved you. Your tears of joy stopped as their thrusts were now enough for you to deal with. A heavy breathy sigh leaving your lips once they met in separate areas of your vagina.
You held onto the couch breaking the leather with your finger nails, whimpering whining softly. Maybe begging to come or maybe begging for them to stop. You couldn't make up what you wanted. Ghost leaned down to you with the same method, speaking in your ear and watching König use his strong arms to put you into a gentle headlock. Your heart racing, skin covered in sweat, mind foggy to the brim with only one thing still in thought.
"Haafgghmmuaahh~ yeeghh~ Ihghh houghh oog whorghh~♡" You lustfuly managed to speak only sounding like your mouth was covered.
("Yess~ I'm your good little whore~♡")
Ghost held your jaw and kissed your face while König worked together with him by keeping your head still and holding a handful of your hair to keep it out of your face. "Awe baby you're okay- you've done enough tonight... you don't have to keep saying that- you're beautiful princess we love you so much..." He groaned into your ear.
"Mhmm... he's right princess- you made us so proud, you did even better than last time. You're amazing sweetheart... keep your eyes open so we know you're listening." Ghost chimed in.
"We'll take care of you after we promise... just hang in there and come for us, we've been edging ourselves all night just to make sure our good girl gets the princess treatment she deserves."
You couldn't keep yourself from crying, you felt so good but so bad at the same time. You needed two men in order to have this much pleasure? Maybe you really were a whore. You didn't care and nor did you take it negativity in a demeaning or insulting way. You truly did believe that you were their slut, whore, princess, good girl, and everything else in-between.
"I want to be filled up so bad... please? I'm literally dying to be bred- I want to have your babies~ impregnate me please??"
Okay they aren't that good get ahold of yourself. What the fuck were you saying by this point? You weren't thinking, there's no way you'd actually go through with something like that. Maybe it was the intensity of this session that made you say those things? You couldn't bare the thought of this coming to an end without something to constantly remind you of how good they treated you.
"Awe that's our braindead slut, say whatever comes to that little head of yours while we fuck you senseless... we love you so much... you're amazing- tell us how much you love to be shared by two men..." König growled in your ear kissing your cheek.
"Oh my gooooddd~ harder! Fuck me harder please... I love you too König- ahhh please come inside me~ I can take both of your loads again!- I can take it all- please?" You begged as König gently slapped your face and laughed at your vulnerable demands. "You're so ready to take our come that your pussy keeps dripping all over our massive cocks. How bad do you want it princess? Beg us to come inside you."
"Oh my god- please... make a mess out of my cunt and breed me! I can't fucking take it anymore, I'll still be a good girl just breed me already..." You whined pretending to cry just so they'd take pitty on you and shower you with attention.
Ghost wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him while König kissed your neck and played with your breasts. You moaned at his touch and lifted your arm, hooking it around the back of his neck so he could have more access to you. You held Ghost's face with your free hand and hooked your legs around his waist. "Make love to me..."
You weren't talking to one of them specifically. The truth was that you were in love with both of them. Clearly König already had your heart before anything else, but you feel a much more intense love for him now. Your feelings for Ghost weren't as clear, you loved him. But you felt as if this love only laid in what high level of intimacy he can have during sex. He has a hold on you sexually and you'd rather not allow him to let it go.
You payed more attention to him just for that fact. You loved his ability to make your mind fuzzy with lust. You didn't want to break eye contact, you needed him more than you needed anything else.
While you were stuck in your train of thought. Ghost and Konig pulled out to switch spots for the last time. This time Ghost behind you and König in front of you. König placed your hips over his, guiding them back and forth so he could feel you against his dwindling erection. You eventually let out a moan and came back to reality.
You placed your hands on his chest, feeling nervous in anticipation wondering when they'd 'finish the job.' You didn't speak and instead waited. You felt their hands caressing your skin and heard low groans escape their lips. You sighed, which followed your words with a whimper.
Ghost held your face, bringing it back so you could look up at him. "We're going to take care of you. I promise." He reassured you and kissed your forehead, letting your face go so you could look down at König again.
"We'll do anything for you Y/n, you mean everything to us. We love you." He said, adding more fuel to the fire.
You closed your eyes and imagined that this wasn't happening. You couldn't believe it, with every word the spoke you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for them. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Feeling the love behind their statements and chose to hang onto them for as long as possible. "Do you both mean that? I don't mean to sound insecure but... my feelings for you guys is starting to become intense, I really don't want this to just be sex talk..."
"Yes we do sweetheart... I know I most certainly do... you're so important to me... I adore you Y/n."
You felt the need to cry but not out of pain or sadness... they were- tears of joy? Your heart soaked up their words like a sponge. You felt overwhelmed as it was, your arousal slowly slipping away making you thirst for more sexuall attention. Being so close to them in this way again brought you back to the same euphoric feeling you experienced the first time. Ghost pinned you down so you could be closer to König, making himself a bit more heavy onto you to keep you in place.
You wrapped your arms around König's neck, feeling safe and secure In their arms. König held onto your hips once you stopped grinding on him. You felt their erections poking you in different areas. Ghost's pressing into your back while König's pressed into your stomach.
You stared into his eyes for a moment. Feeling a wave of warthm engulf your body and rush to the center of your body. Making your clit tingle and vagina clench. Ghost mumbled into your neck, slowly grinding himself to keep his erection. He held onto the couch for support and groaned your name clearly.
With you being this close. You could smell their individual scents. They almost smelled the same but you knew there was something that made them different. You held König's face and bit your lip. Kissing his cheek softly before making your way to his lips. Sensually making out with him as he dug his fingernails into your skin.
You whimpered again. But this time for the last time as Ghost held your face, lifting your head up by your chin so you could look up at him. "We're going to slide in now alright? Slowly at first... you can tell us if we're hurting you okay..." He explained softly to you and laid many kisses on your face.
"At the same time? I don't think I'll be able to do that again. I'm already so sore... I want to come." You said slightly panicking. König shushed you and held your face, taking Ghost's hands off of you to have you to himself. "Shhh it's okay Y/n, look at me... we've got you, you can take us just like you did... we'll take care of you after this..."
"That's exactly why we're going to make love to you, hug you, kiss you, praise you, get you closer to orgasm so you come before we do, and of course breed you..." He encouraged with a soft tone. Ghost brought your eyes back to his and pulled your head back so you'd look at him. "Just do one thing for us okay? Be a good girl and take our cocks... I loved when you took us in the first time... your pretty pussy wouldn't stop clenching around us..."
Ughh... you couldn't keep yourself in a shell anymore. You felt exhausted from being in this for so long. You wanted to stop but what would the point be if you didn't come. Your confidence had withered away now that they both were taking time in penetrating your used up hole.
In the same breath though, you wanted them to ruin you twice as bad. You had nowhere to go considering they kept such a tight hold on you that made it impossible for you to move. Ghost's large frame pressed onto you, König's strong hands holding you tightly, digging his nails in whenever you'd make the slightest amount of movement.
Them taking their sweet time with talking you through what was going to happen made you more desperate for them. You bit your lip again and began to shift in place, the subtle friction making both men groan in pleasure and muffle their sounds by kissing your neck. König dragged his canines across your skin, aching to bite into you and further mark you next to the hickey he made on your neck.
He knew that you weren't a fan of hickeys but couldn't resist last time. He'd rather physically make a mark on you so when people would see it. They knew that you were already taken by someone. You weren't a fan of having to wear heavy makeup on your neck or wear extra clothing to cover up the markings. Deep down König could be a real feral animal when he's pushed to be one.
You moaned holding the couch cushion in your right hand while squeezing your grasp on König's arm. He buried his face into your neck, grunting deeply while making you sigh in relief. You took in a heafty amount of his scented shampoo and slightly smiled at the smell.
"Zeig uns, wie stolz du bist, unsere Prinzessin zu sein..." König stated, taking this moment to move your right leg to the side giving him a clear way to slide inside of you.
("Show us how proud you are to be our princess...")
Your legs were close together which would make it hard for you to take them. König and Ghost began to align themselves with your entrance, stroking their cocks in unison for a breif moment and begining to press their tips on the same hole. Your eyes grew wide, voice changed in pitch as you shook your head not having a sliver of delusion to get yourself to take them.
"No no wait!- I can't... I can't... I can't do it- I'm tired..." You whined.
"Ja, das kannst du... es tut mir leid, dass du Schmerzen hast, Schatz... du hast es verstanden, atme tief ein und halte es für einen Moment fest, okay?"
("Yes you can... I'm sorry that you're in pain honey... you got this, take a deep breath and hold onto it for a moment, okay?")
You shook your head again. Not wanting to believe his words and shifted in place once more. "Awe baby come on... this is the only hard part, we've got you. You have nothing to worry about. Just take a deep breath like he said... do you trust us?" Ghost asked.
Trust you? You let them come inside of you just because you like the feeling of a creampie. Wouldn't the average person consider that a dangerous amount of trust..
"Yes- I trust you... you both are just too big for me... I don't even know how I did it the first time... I'm not going to be able to fit you inside..." You simply denied.
Your words made them even harder which wasn't a bad thing, but certainly wasn't going to make this easier for you. They both had a few things in common and a size kink was definitely one of them. They lowly groaned a cuss word and buried their faces into your neck. König bit into your skin and pulled onto the edge of a couch cushion. You watched the veins protrude further out of his hand and pressed your lips together to suppress a moan he would have gotten from you if you didn't.
"D-don't say that... it's only making me harder..."
"For once I agree with him..." Ghost nodded.
"Why? I'm just explaining the reason... you're both too big, you guys will definitely stretch me out too much. I can't take you both in my tight cunt, even if I tried... I'd just chicken out and reject your cocks... only to be stuffed deeper and deeper- until it's all the way in... my vagina clenching and pulling both of you in... my walls sucking on you two like a piece of hard candy... making the most lewd and disgusting sounds you can think of..." You knew what you where doing by saying these things. It intrigued their interest in penetrating you no matter what you said.
Deep down that's what you wanted anyway but didn't want to say it out loud. They both let out a few moans into your neck once more and grew impaitent, desiring to be inside of you by any means.
You could tell they where on edge. You had to step up your game just another notch to really get what you wanted. "Ugh... I'm sorry that I'm too tight... my pussy can't manage to handle it... I guess you guys are going to have to force me to take it, huh?" Your voice rised in pitch while you whimpered, pouting your bottom lip and furrowing your eyebrows.
"Hold her still... if she wants us to force ourselves inside then let's do just that... is that really what you want? I know you're exhausted by now." König demanded still clinging onto what was left of his composure.
"Hmm... say it to me in German... I love when you speak to me that way..."
He turned your head and kissed your lips before speaking up again.
"Sag mir, dass du willst, dass wir unsere Schwänze in deine hübsche Muschi zwingen... egal wie laut du wimmerst und wimmerst."
("Tell me that you want us to force our cocks inside that pretty pussy of yours... no matter how loud you whine and whimper.")
You nodded and shifted yet again. Making them both groan. Gost leaned upwards, giving you free access to be held by König. You bit your lip and nodded, taking a deep breath like they asked prior and held onto it. You felt their tips press onto you again, you tried to not focus on the lack of air and the panicking feeling rushing through your body. You held onto König and Ghost's hands while they entered you. König holding your left and Ghost holding your right.
You whimpered and extended your legs. Fuck why did you say that? Now they really were forcing themselves inside- you tensed up and felt yourself become lightheaded, needing to breathe but haven't been ordered to do so. "Breathe out... slowly..." Ghost demanded, squeezing your hips tighter.
"Haah~ haahh... haah-" You did what he asked and listened to their intense groans of pleasure. You felt your stomach grow as it seemed like something was inside of it, forcing it open wider. Your walls were stretched beyond what you were used to.
Breathing did make it easier. With you relaxing and letting go of the deep breath, it made your vaginal muscles relax too and be able to be stretched wider. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded now becoming one with them completely.
"Mhmm you feel amazing around us... so warm and slippery... atta girl..." Ghost praised.
"We're so proud of you... who's our favorite girl? Hm? Who are we proud of Y/n?" König teased questioning you to see if you were listening.
You moaned as Ghost leaned down to you again, pressing his bodyweight onto you and speaking into your ear, sending chills down your spine. König scooted down the couch for better leverage which made you moan louder. He moved inside of you rubbing against Ghost's shaft and bringing moans out of all three of you.
Once he was comfortable he held onto your face and started to thrust upwards into you. This time he was the one penetrating behind your urethra while Ghost penetrated deeper and kissing your cervix. You cried out softly a random response and rolled your head back, bucking your hips at the same time. Feeling König's thick bush of pubic hair brush up against your clit, making you feel more pleasure.
"Come on~ aghh... wh-who are we proud- oh fuck... of?" König managed to choke out while holding your wrists together in his hand to keep you from having control.
"Haah- uhhh... me! Me! Me! Me! Mhee... meee~" You whimpered allowing your mind to go blank and leave you to fend for yourself. They chuckled and thrusted out of sync. Confusing you and making you unable to decide on which cock to focus on.
Should you focus on Konig who was practically in your stomach, making uncomfortable pressure behind your urethra that made you think you had to pee. Or Ghost who was confidently being vocal in your ear and nearly hurting your hips considering how tight he held onto you. König made eye contact with you again and nodded, humming in response to let you know he understood exactly how you felt.
He groaned watching tears build up in your eyes and began to make fake moans to imitate exactly how you sounded and smirked halfway through with a cocky chuckle.
"Sthoopp- stop- mocking me... oh my fucking god~♡" You yelled not caring about how loud you sounded.
"Mhm... let it out, keep grinding on me and using my pubic hair to get off... doesn't it feel so good princess? Now aren't you glad I don't shave it completely?" He groaned.
"Ughh.. yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyessss~" You moaned slightly begging but didn't know what exactly you were begging for.
Ghost leaned upwards again and held onto your shoulders thrusting into you while König brought your hips back and forth to please both of them. Guiding you in his desired tempo while forming your walls to hug their sizes and becoming more used to it. He slapped your left cheek and made room for Ghost to do the same. They laughed hearing you whimper but arch your back, signifying that you enjoyed the pain.
König laid a gentle kiss on your chest, kissing your breasts and ignoring your sensitive cold nipples. You whimpered wrapping your right arm under his head for support. He exaggerated the sounds and left every kiss with a wet 'muah' sound. You nodded, forcing more of your breast into his mouth and threw your head back once his tongue grazed your nipple. He hummed sending vibrations throughout your body and carresed your back with his left hand, using his other to hold your neck and keep your head back.
This gave Ghost the opportunity to lean down to you and hold your face by your cheeks, turning your face to force your eyes and atared intently into your eyes and nodding understanding your emotions. You didn't know what to do with your free arm as you couldn't find the ability to think or speak. They enjoyed asking you random things to see you ramble words together and respond.
König changed his temp and thrusted slowly into you, forcful deep thrusts that caused friction against Ghost's cock and made him drip with pre-cum. The few drops of white liquid getting lost in your walls and mixing with your arousal.
"Hah- ahh- fuck. Ahh-- take it-- aghhhffuck~♡" His statement was followed by a loose moan at the end. He looked down to watch your juices coat his shaft and grunted. Ghost squeezed on your neck to get you to speak up and be vocal. You shook your head not being able to do so.
"Mmmm...mm." Your eyes rolled back, nails digging into their forearms and scratching the first layer of skin. Ghost grabbed your left arm and put it around the back of his neck, drapping it on his shoulders and groaned thrusting enough to be the one causing all of your physical reactions. Your thighs shaking, shallow breaths leaving your lips, desperate hums of pleasure and most importantly. Your vagina clamping down on them and urethra allowing a small stream of diluted liquid to trickle out of you.
"What was that my sweet girl? Speak up and use your words... humming isn't going to let us know how you feel." Ghost demanded and loosened his grip on your neck, thinking that you'd speak up after.
Sweet girl? Oh god. Another name he was going to definitely call you rather than your actual name? As demeaning you felt that was, you enjoyed it coming from him rather than anyone else. You shook your head again and whimpered. Feeling tears well up in your eyes. They were too much for you to handle at once. Your ability to think slipped away from you and left you a dumb brain dead mess. Ghost brought you back down to him and wrapped his arms around your waist again. Thrusting father than König to one up him and pull more sounds from you. Your mouth opened wide as you let out small whimpers of pleasure and held onto his forearm with your right hand.
"Uhh hhhhh~ uhh mmm mmmmm mm--"
"Oh? You can't fucking talk can you? You're so overwhelmed because of my cock yeah? I know baby... I know... are you enjoying yourself? You love sitting on your new throne, yes? My cock is yours- especially because you're our good little princess... Oh Fuck!-"
A greedful smile planted on your face as you brought yourself to focus on his words. His German accent slightly coming in as he got loose with his composure bringing you back to reality and making you clench around them more than once. My? Ours? You couldn't decide which possessive statement caused your vagina to react.
Ghost quickly slapped your ass and couldn't control himself to stop. He pulled your hair too and groaned deeply into your ear, tossing words together to say. "You will be our personal come dumpster after this darlin'~♡"
Oh my god- why does every name he has for you have to be a praise.. Princess? Darlin'? Baby? And most of all- Sweetheart?
He can't possibly just be saying these things because they make you feel good. He has to love you back right? He just has to- you love him so much... you can't act like you don't, he makes you feel too good for you to not be convinced that he loves you.
Ohh~ but you love König aswel... what are you supposed to do? You felt like it was out of order to be in love with two different people. You've never had this type of experience before-
The tears that filled your eyes to the brim had finally fallen and made you seem like you where actually crying. They both slowed down their thrusts hearing and taking note of your whimpers. Ghost leaned down to you, placing both of his hands on the couch for support and kissing your right cheek. König did the same, wiping your eyes and kissing your left cheek. His lips slightly being covered by your salty tears.
"Awe it's okay... don't cry, we'll go slower now... you're okay, we've got you... you're safe, we're sorry for being so rough." They spoke in unison which was honestly weird on how they managed to do that. Without stuttering and crystal clear? You weren't crying because they hurt you, you were crying because of how overwhelming the amount of you being turned on was. The friction, tightening, twitching, thrusting, biting, kissing, pulling- everything about it had a hand in you going silent and focusing on how their cocks felt.
You sighed heavily and laid on Ghost's chest, covering your face and shaking your head in embaressment, their attention was called for but you couldn't fathom why you loved it so much. Ghost lifted your head up by your hair as König held your wrists. Soon intertwining your fingers with his and focused on your facial expression.
Once their hips came to an abrupt stop it gave you a second to gain yourself and think a bit more clearer. "Look at us, calm down... tell us if you're okay... should we stop for a moment and give you a chance to relax?"
"Kkkgghhkkkkghhkmm..."
König? Ghost? God dammit this shit again~♡ Fuck, which one is it!? You couldn't decide, again. Just like last time... and you were feeling emotinal. Just like last time. With your silence they couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. They ended up taking turns kissing your face, König's hands guiding your hips back and forth to grind you onto his bush again. You whimpered nodding and managed to speak.
"I love you guys- like a lot... I can't even think of anything else to say... I really love you... I want to stay like this forever... please... please..."
At this point you where talking out of your ass. You wanted to have some composure and get yourself together but you also didn't know what else to say, there wasn't any other emotion that you felt other than compassion and love for them. It was embarrassing for you to hear yourself speak about them like this and beg for this night to continue.
König and Ghost looked at eachother for a moment. Not expecting you to blurt out all of that with tears running down your eyes. Were you upset? Or enjoying yourself? Although it sounded like you were happy, the tears continuing to gush out of your eyes threw them for a loop. König snapped his fingers in your face to get you to opwn your watery eyes. He held your face and staring at your expression to read it. Hopefully seeing your honest feelings.
"Okay- take a deep breath again... you're so worked up Y/n are you alright?" He asked with a light chuckle to shed light on the conversation. You took two deep breaths like he asked and nodded, placing your hands on his and soon wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. Sighing in relief while your walls clenched. "Yess- I'm okay- I just need to come- I'm tired but i want to finish so badly." You said before wiping your skin free of sweat that built up over time.
They both showered you in kisses understanding that they should wrap things up for you sake. You moaned once both of the men stroked your cervix at the same time, making sure to be deep and sensual with their hips. They both groaned and moaned. König held your neck gently, forcing your head back so Ghost could hold your face. He held your hip with his free hand and grinded you back and forth to feel both of them in certain hard to reach places.
You cried out more and nodded, opening your mouth into an 'o' shape and drooling on yourself unintentionally. It was like they reached an overly sensitive spot inside your body which produced instant dopamine. You held their wrists and hummed random responses.
"Uhhuhh~ huhhh~ haah~ Uhhh haaaffhnngghhh... Kgghhhhkkkniig~ c-c-close~♡" You blurted out the last words slightly loud which made them chuckle in unison and speed up their thrusts. König threw his head back and stared at you even if you couldn't keep your eyes on him.
He found himself rutting into you and moaning your name with no shame. Eyes glancing down to your bare chest watching and tracing every detail of your breasts as they bounced so close but so far to his face. Ghost put you in a headlock and grunted into your ear, speaking praises aswel with curses. You held onto his muscular forearms and nodded pressing your lips together, tightly closing your eyes and dropping your mouth open.
König held your waist finally and watched the bulge in your stomach. Your ears popped at the sound of their voices. You cried out louder and nodded feeling the knot throb inside you and soon burst.
"Finally! Yes yes! Fuck yes let me come! I love you- Ughhh Köniiiiig- Ghoosstt~ You guys are making me- COME!~♡" You screamed in pleasure and dug your nails into Ghost's arms, he winced but continued to thrust. The pulsating grip of your walls sucked his load right out which made him let go of your head and choke you with one hand, his other wrapping around your torso to apply pressure to your stomach.
"Ogghhfuckk there you go- that's it- you're so fucking greedy baby, take my thick hot come inside that pretty little cunt of yours..."
König took this opportunity to rub your clit and force you to moan more recklessly as if you didn't have any self control. Your body began to shake as you tried to get up from their cocks but neither of them let you go. You cried out again, attempting to cover your mouth but had your wrists snatched away. Ghost made your insides more sticky and warm due to his load. He moaned once he knew he was completely finished, his balls tingling once he pulled out of you leaving your cunt a sticky mess like you asked.
You jumped off of König's lap and whimpered feeling your heartbeat dwindle down to normal speed, König stored himself using your arousal and Ghost's creampie as lubricant. He stood up quickly, grabbing your arm and forcing you over the arm of the couch. You whined for him to give you a second to rest as he spread you apart with his thumbs, watching Ghost's load seep out of your entrance. He groaned sliding back into you and rutted his hips forward to penetrate your cervix.
You moaned shaking your head for him to stop but no words came out. Ghost then stood in front of you, kneeling down and holding your face. You received a hot fill from König which made your walls suck him dry and clench snugly. Your eyes rolling back which made Ghost give you gentle face slaps to bring you back to earth. "Mhm, good girl... does the pretty princess want to be bred?" He asked teasing you. You nodded and sighed heavily. Wondering if König was going to pull out of you but he instead stayed inside. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to you and kissed your neck with a heavy sigh.
"Fuck... my cock is too sensitive but Y/n you feel fucking amazing... so warm and slippery, your cunt keeps pulsating around me... shit... I'm staying inside for a while." He desperately stated and rubbed your stomach.
You moaned feeling his cock slightly twitch inside. "König... I'm so sore right now... please can you come out?" You asked looking back at him. He held the back of the couch and groaned, forcing his hips forward to ensure that some of their come reaches somewhere inside you. Then bringing his hips back to slip out of you teasingly slow. Your arousal covered him completely base to tip drenched in cream. He plopped down on the couch and slapped your ass hard to congratulate you. Ghost did the same thing as you whined at the pain.
"Who's our good girl?" They asked in unison.
"I am... I'm your good girl... fuck... I'm sleepy." You sighed feeling your eyes begin to close.
"Alright come here... let's get you cleaned up again yeah? You did such a good job baby, I'm so proud of you." König softly praised into your ear, kissing your forehead and dragged his thumb on your lip.
You dazily gigged and closed your thighs together, keeping their creampie inside you. Feeling the liquids slip and slide through every inch of your walls. You smiled to yourself feeling onethousand percent satisfied as König took it apon himself to lift you up from the couch and bring you upstairs. While Ghost began to get downstairs cleaned up.
You sighed into his chest and looked up at him with your sleepy gaze. "I love you König..." You said.
"Mhm... I love you too Y/n."
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ofstardustanddreaming · 3 months
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curves
headcanon summary: gale dating a curvy reader
content warnings: some mentions of insecurity
fandom: baldur's gate 3
character: gale dekiros x reader
female reader
anon request (thanks for this request, i always love a good body positivity fic!)
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gale loves any type of body, don't even try to change my mind around here. when you catch his eye, it feels like his breath has been taken away. he always tries to find the time to get to know you and try to get any indication across that he wants to date you. he always hangs around you and always tries to be your camp partner in various camp activities, or tries to partner with you in various fights across your journey.
he's captivated by your beauty and personality, and he earnestly tries to get your attention, hoping his looks and personality would catch your attention as well. he would always talk about interesting facts he's heard about, and it worries him that he's rambling to you and it's boring you, but when he catches you looking at him with genuine interest, he finds his breath catching in his throat.
both of you have your insecurities that prevent you from asking each other out, thinking the other person couldn't possibly want them. hearing so much about what people had to say about gale's rambling, he was worried that might deter you from his personality, and hearing what many had to say about your body, you were worried he be deterred from your looks.
and it's not to say you look bad! but unfortunately society likes to stick its claws into beauty standards, and it always made you worried about how you should present yourself around people. it made you worried about any lingering looks your way. which is why you were always conscious of yourself whenever gale looked your way for longer than a few seconds or whenever he looked so intently at you whenever you were speaking to each other.
yet, you both still got along very well and you knew that gale was a good friend. and you found yourself wanting more than a friendship after a while, and so did he. you were both just so insecure and caught up with yourselves, your nerves weren't allowing you guys to confess quite yet.
but it's okay, because many members had to witness the two of you dancing around your feelings, and were frankly getting sick of the dance after a while. wyll, karlach, and astarion were hatching their plan to push you together, with some encouragement from halsin, shadowheart, and lae'zel. the latter wanted you together, but knew the previous might be better for the planning and the execution.
but they had managed to concoct a plan to get you to confess to each other, and it was sweet. you both had a private moment in the woods, where gale was showing you a knew trick he was learning, and you finally confessed. "i like you a lot. i'd really like a relationship."
that's what you told him, intently looking at his trick still, to nervous to look at his reaction. but he turns you towards him, his hand drifting down towards your hip. "i like you too and that relationship sounds wonderful. i was certain there was no feelings from your end, i thought my rambling may have gotten to you." he sayid, shyly glancing down and then back at your face.
"oh, i love learning about anything you've learned about. if anything, i thought you may have not been attracted to my body. it's usually the first thing someone has to say in my experience." you feel like you're about to curl into yourself, worried he might agree with what those in the past have said.
"i really think you're one of the most attractive woman i've seen, truth be told. i've found you breath taking since the first time i've set my eyes on you. you've enchanted me, body and all." he says, grabbing you closer by the waist, and you both tentatively kiss each other, which turns into a passionate kiss in itself over the course of the next few minutes.
but yeah, gale is absolutely the kind of partner to listen to any insecurities you may have about being curvier/plus sized. but he will absolutely shut those insecurities down, ensuring that your body size is one of the first things he was enraptured by, to only be sealed by your personality, and he found love in you. which is one of the important things he values, and he assures you your body could not turn him away from finding what he loves. gale is a sweetheart when it comes to building confidence up in yourself. and i won't be hearing otherwise lol.
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a-reader-and-a-writer · 11 months
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Jake's Destiny: Crossing the Line
Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, f!reader, stripper!reader
Summary: Jake was your best client until you told him he couldn't ask for you anymore. However, that doesn't stop him from coming back for you. Will you continue to brush him off or will you find the courage to admit the real reason you need to cut ties?
Word Count: 2349
TW: Love Confession, Fluff, Kissing, Light Grinding, Jake picks Reader up
Note: Thank you to @onebigfangirlworld for sending the made-up title request that sparked this idea (I didn't stick with the title but it is a line in the fic!). And thank you to @lorecraft for beta reading for me! 🥰 You are the best!
Series Masterlist (but can be read as a one-shot)
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You adjusted your bustier and your makeup one last time and slipped out of the dressing room. But as you began to head towards the bar, Charity grabbed your arm. "Oh, you have someone waiting for you in room number three."
You groaned. "Already? I've literally been on the floor for less than a minute."
She shrugged. "I don't know. Karma told me to tell you.”
You thanked Charity and headed to the private rooms in the back. While you much preferred working the floor or behind the bar, if you were going to get requested to one of the back rooms, it was better that it happened at the start of your shift before you got aggravated by the night's clientele. Though the patrons of The Hard Deck Gentleman’s Club were all still a class above those you had dealt with at your last job, you still got the occasional jackass who thought because he slapped down a stack of cash, you had to give him whatever he wanted. And it was hard enough plastering on a fake smile when you were in a decent mood but it was agony when the night had already drained you.
However, you began to reconsider your previous view of the situation when you opened the door and saw who was waiting for you. 
Dropping all pretense of coyness or niceties, you rolled your eyes as you let the door slam behind you. "What the hell are you doing here? Or better question, what the hell am I doing here? Karma was supposed to get you, not me."
"Yeah, well, I might have paid Karma a little extra to switch places with you for the night." 
As usual, Jake Seresin gave you a cocky grin as he settled back onto the couch with his whiskey in hand and a toothpick jutting from between his lips. He looked pristine as always in his perfectly tailored suit which probably cost more than your car and his hair was styled in that way where it looked slightly messy but you could tell took hours to perfect. He had opened the top of his crisp white shirt so you could see a glint of the gold chain he always wore and the first glimpses of chest hair poking out. He could have just walked off the set of a high-end photoshoot, and knowing Jake, he might have. 
Though he was the only other person in the room, he took up half the space with the way he was sitting: his arms draped all the way across the back of the couch while he sat with his legs spread open wide. He patted his left knee, indicating he wanted you to sit, but you remained where you were with your arms crossed over your chest.
You thought you had made it very clear last time he was here that he couldn’t ask for you anymore. There were plenty of other girls on shift who could give him whatever he needed. In fact, there wasn’t another girl here who wouldn’t be jumping at the chance to do so. 
Jake was a unicorn in a place like this. He had more money than God, yet treated all the girls with respect and dignity. Sure, he was a little arrogant and egotistical, but he was also considerate, and a surprisingly good listener. Plus, it didn’t hurt he was supermodel gorgeous. 
The first night he came in, he said he didn’t have a preference when it came to which girl joined him in the private room. You were the next one on the schedule so you had taken care of him. Though you had expected him to want as much of you as you would allow, that night he only wanted to talk while you straddled his thigh and lazily ground against it. You left an hour later with the biggest tip you had ever seen and Jake’s request to management that you would be his regular dancer from now on. Since then, he had come in a minimum of once a week and while your interactions did become more physical over time, he never ever tried to cross a line or go further than you allowed.
Which was why everyone else thought you were insane when you told them you would no longer be taking care of him when he came in. However, no one argued with your decision since it meant he was up for grabs. Knowing Jake’s tastes, you figured Karma would be the best one to take your place and had told him as such. Yet here he was waiting for you once again. 
"Jake, I told you, I’m done. I have other clients and other responsibilities here. I'm not your personal plaything who can drop everything just because you want me to."
He flicked his toothpick to the floor and calmly took a sip from his glass. "Well, why not? I pay you more for an hour of your time than you could make an entire night with those other 'clients'. And you know you enjoy it just as much as I do, so what’s the big deal?"
Stamping your foot, you cried, "The big deal is that I don't belong to you! Or to anyone! And if I say no, I mean it! So, I can either send Karma back in here or you can leave.”
You turned to go but Jake jumped to his feet, leaped over the glass table in front of the couch, and slammed his hand against the door blocking your exit. You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes flickered up to his face. “Let me go, Jake.”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t get to say that and then just walk away. Fine, I can be blunt and upfront about what I want, but I would never try to force anyone into anything they didn’t want. And that includes bribing or coercing them with money. You know me. You know I’m not like that. I just…. I had to come back. I just want to understand what I did. Why seemingly overnight you started hating me. I don’t get it.”
The desperation in his voice makes your resolve crumble. You had never seen Jake beg like this. He was always so confident and self-assured when he came to see you that you never imagined anything being able to rattle him. But apparently, you could.
Nodding softly, you said, “You’re right. I know you’d never do that. I’m sorry if that’s what it sounded like I meant. This isn’t about you or anything you did. I just can’t keep seeing you, Jake. I’m sorry.”
You tried to open the door again, but he kept his hand firmly in place. “Why? Des, talk to me! What is really going on?”
You knew if you wanted to, you could get him to let you leave. Jake wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t force anyone into anything they didn’t want, but he also knew you well enough at this point to tell the difference between a request and a demand. And so far, your mentions of leaving have just been a request. 
Maybe that was because deep down you did want him to know the truth. Maybe you wanted to see how he would react to it. Or maybe you just couldn’t bring yourself to cut Jake Seresin out of your life as you planned. 
Whatever the reason, you took a deep breath. Dropping your hand from the door handle, you wrapped your arms around yourself and turned your back to Jake as you walked towards the corner of the room. “To do this job, I have to set boundaries. And it’s gotten to the point where we’ve crossed my most important one. So I have to end this. I’m sorry.”
You heard Jake take a few steps closer to you, but he made no move to crowd or touch you in any way. “I can respect that, but what boundary did we cross? Maybe I can fix it, go back to before we crossed that line, and it can just be how it was before.”
You shook your head. “It’s not that simple, Jake. I can’t…. I can’t go back. You don’t know how badly I wish I could but I–” you squeezed your eyes closed tightly as you gathered the strength to say the next words “–I have to cut contact with a client if I develop feelings for them.”
For a moment, nothing happened. Your words hung in the air, filling the room with a weighty tension as you waited for Jake to react. For him to laugh at you. For him to slip out of the room. For him to embarrassingly try to reassure you it was okay but he could never have feelings for someone like you. You waited with bated breath for that hammer to drop and shatter your heart into pieces. 
But it never came. Instead, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle you from behind as Jake’s head rested against yours, his nose nuzzling against the place just above your ear. 
Squeezing you tightly against his broad chest, he purred, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
You turned in his arms so you were staring up at his face just inches from yours, not daring to believe the unspoken meaning behind his words. “Wh-what?”
“Des, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you first walked through that door and smiled at me.” He brushed his hand across your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing circles over your cheekbone. “Why do you think I spend thousands of dollars a week just to see you? You told me the first night I came in here that you didn’t date clients. That our time in this room was all we would ever have. So, I figured if this was the only way I could be with you, I would take it.”
“Jake, I–”
“No. I know what you’re gonna say and I don’t want you to.” He pressed his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses brushing up against each other as he closed his eyes. “Let me hold onto this feeling for just a little bit longer. Let me pretend this could last.”
You leaned into him as you whispered, “I don’t understand. You could have any girl that you want.”
“Good. Because I want you.”
“You don’t even know my real name.”
His eyes opened and you were left staring into two sparkling green pools that made you weak in the knees. “I’m okay with that. Besides, I think Destiny is pretty damn perfect as it is.”
You laughed, the sound wet and bordering on a sob. This couldn’t be happening. Jake couldn’t feel the same way about you that you did about him. Not this millionaire Adonis who made you feel more respected than any man ever had– in or out of the club. This was the sort of fantasy you only saw in fairytales or romcoms, not real life. The rich, handsome bachelor didn’t fall for the stripper. That’s not how the world worked. 
And yet….
As his hand intertwined with yours and he gave it a tight squeeze, you made up your mind. Taking a deep breath, you muttered, “In for a penny….” and broke your second most important boundary— you pressed your lips against his.
Instantly, he surged forward as if you had broken down some invisible barrier that had been holding him back. His free hand cupped the back of your neck so he could tilt your head for a better angle, all the while his other hand remained firmly linked with yours. You melted into him, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip between your lips. He tasted like mint and whiskey and you couldn’t get enough of it.
Finally releasing your hand, Jake slid his arm under your ass and lifted you up, your legs immediately encircling his waist. Without breaking your kiss, he carried you over to the couch– almost tripping on the coffee table –and sat down. You pulled yourself closer to him, your legs still wrapped tightly around him. Your core was pressed against him and as you rolled your hips, you felt him twitch in his pants. Smiling against his lips, you repeated the action several times and felt him hardening against you.
With a groan, Jake finally pulled his lips from yours. He was panting softly as he gazed at you with lust-filled eyes, but he said, “We don’t have to do this. Or anything. Don’t get me wrong, you have no idea how much I want to, but I need you to know this isn’t why I like you. Like you said, any girl in here could give me this. But only you can give me the amazing woman I’ve fallen for.”
You felt tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and you whispered, “Oh, shut up” before recapturing his lips.
While you kissed, your hands fumbled blindly with his belt but you eventually managed to get it open. However, as you started to slip your hands into the waistband of his slacks, he pulled back again and gently grabbed your wrists. “I thought you said in here we weren’t allowed to—”
“Screw it. I’m taking my break.” 
You giggled softly as his eyes grew wide and you slipped your hands from his grasp as you eased yourself back onto the floor. Kneeling in front of the couch, you spread his knees farther and slid in between them. As you reached for his zipper with one hand, your other quickly unhooked your bustier and threw it over the camera in the corner of the room. You knew you would probably get yelled at for that later, but right now you didn’t care. What you were about to do to Jake was not business but pleasure. And damn, was it going to be pleasurable. 
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Jake's Destiny: Crossing the Line
Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, f!reader, stripper!reader
Summary: Jake was your best client until you told him he couldn't ask for you anymore. However, that doesn't stop him from coming back for you. Will you continue to brush him off or will you find the courage to admit the real reason you need to cut ties?
Word Count: 2208
TW: Love Confession, Fluff, Kissing, Light Grinding, Jake picks Reader up
Note: Thank you to @onebigfangirlworld for sending the made-up title request that sparked this idea (I didn't stick with the title but it is a line in the fic!). And thank you to @lorecraft for beta reading for me! 🥰 You are the best!
Series Masterlist (but can be read as a one-shot)
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You adjusted your bustier and your makeup one last time and slipped out of the dressing room. But as you began to head towards the bar, Charity grabbed your arm. "Oh, you have someone waiting for you in room number three."
You groaned. "Already? I've literally been on the floor for less than a minute."
She shrugged. "I don't know. Karma told me to tell you.”
You thanked Charity and headed to the private rooms in the back. While you much preferred working the floor or behind the bar, if you were going to get requested to one of the back rooms, it was better that it happened at the start of your shift before you got aggravated by the night's clientele. Though the patrons of The Hard Deck Gentleman’s Club were all still a class above those you had dealt with at your last job, you still got the occasional jackass who thought because he slapped down a stack of cash, you had to give him whatever he wanted. And it was hard enough plastering on a fake smile when you were in a decent mood but it was agony when the night had already drained you.
However, you began to reconsider your previous view of the situation when you opened the door and saw who was waiting for you. 
Dropping all pretense of coyness or niceties, you rolled your eyes as you let the door slam behind you. "What the hell are you doing here? Or better question, what the hell am I doing here? Karma was supposed to get you, not me."
"Yeah, well, I might have paid Karma a little extra to switch places with you for the night." 
As usual, Jake Seresin gave you a cocky grin as he settled back onto the couch with his whiskey in hand and a toothpick jutting from between his lips. He looked pristine as always in his perfectly tailored suit which probably cost more than your car and his hair was styled in that way where it looked slightly messy but you could tell took hours to perfect. He had opened the top of his crisp white shirt so you could see a glint of the gold chain he always wore and the first glimpses of chest hair poking out. He could have just walked off the set of a high-end photoshoot, and knowing Jake, he might have. 
Though he was the only other person in the room, he took up half the space with the way he was sitting: his arms draped all the way across the back of the couch while he sat with his legs spread open wide. He patted his left knee, indicating he wanted you to sit, but you remained where you were with your arms crossed over your chest.
You thought you had made it very clear last time he was here that he couldn’t ask for you anymore. There were plenty of other girls on shift who could give him whatever he needed. In fact, there wasn’t another girl here who wouldn’t be jumping at the chance to do so. 
Jake was a unicorn in a place like this. He had more money than God, yet treated all the girls with respect and dignity. Sure, he was a little arrogant and egotistical, but he was also considerate, and a surprisingly good listener. Plus, it didn’t hurt he was supermodel gorgeous. 
The first night he came in, he said he didn’t have a preference when it came to which girl joined him in the private room. You were the next one on the schedule so you had taken care of him. Though you had expected him to want as much of you as you would allow, that night he only wanted to talk while you straddled his thigh and lazily ground against it. You left an hour later with the biggest tip you had ever seen and Jake’s request to management that you would be his regular dancer from now on. Since then, he had come in a minimum of once a week and while your interactions did become more physical over time, he never ever tried to cross a line or go further than you allowed.
Which was why everyone else thought you were insane when you told them you would no longer be taking care of him when he came in. However, no one argued with your decision since it meant he was up for grabs. Knowing Jake’s tastes, you figured Karma would be the best one to take your place and had told him as such. Yet here he was waiting for you once again. 
"Jake, I told you, I’m done. I have other clients and other responsibilities here. I'm not your personal plaything who can drop everything just because you want me to."
He flicked his toothpick to the floor and calmly took a sip from his glass. "Well, why not? I pay you more for an hour of your time than you could make an entire night with those other 'clients'. And you know you enjoy it just as much as I do, so what’s the big deal?"
Stamping your foot, you cried, "The big deal is that I don't belong to you! Or to anyone! And if I say no, I mean it! So, I can either send Karma back in here or you can leave.”
You turned to go but Jake jumped to his feet, leaped over the glass table in front of the couch, and slammed his hand against the door blocking your exit. You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes flickered up to his face. “Let me go, Jake.”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t get to say that and then just walk away. Fine, I can be blunt and upfront about what I want, but I would never try to force anyone into anything they didn’t want. And that includes bribing or coercing them with money. You know me. You know I’m not like that. I just…. I had to come back. I just want to understand what I did. Why seemingly overnight you started hating me. I don’t get it.”
The desperation in his voice makes your resolve crumble. You had never seen Jake beg like this. He was always so confident and self-assured when he came to see you that you never imagined anything being able to rattle him. But apparently, you could.
Nodding softly, you said, “You’re right. I know you’d never do that. I’m sorry if that’s what it sounded like I meant. This isn’t about you or anything you did. I just can’t keep seeing you, Jake. I’m sorry.”
You tried to open the door again, but he kept his hand firmly in place. “Why? Des, talk to me! What is really going on?”
You knew if you wanted to, you could get him to let you leave. Jake wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t force anyone into anything they didn’t want, but he also knew you well enough at this point to tell the difference between a request and a demand. And so far, your mentions of leaving have just been a request. 
Maybe that was because deep down you did want him to know the truth. Maybe you wanted to see how he would react to it. Or maybe you just couldn’t bring yourself to cut Jake Seresin out of your life as you planned. 
Whatever the reason, you took a deep breath. Dropping your hand from the door handle, you wrapped your arms around yourself and turned your back to Jake as you walked towards the corner of the room. “To do this job, I have to set boundaries. And it’s gotten to the point where we’ve crossed my most important one. So I have to end this. I’m sorry.”
You heard Jake take a few steps closer to you, but he made no move to crowd or touch you in any way. “I can respect that, but what boundary did we cross? Maybe I can fix it, go back to before we crossed that line, and it can just be how it was before.”
You shook your head. “It’s not that simple, Jake. I can’t…. I can’t go back. You don’t know how badly I wish I could but I–” you squeezed your eyes closed tightly as you gathered the strength to say the next words “–I have to cut contact with a client if I develop feelings for them.”
For a moment, nothing happened. Your words hung in the air, filling the room with a weighty tension as you waited for Jake to react. For him to laugh at you. For him to slip out of the room. For him to embarrassingly try to reassure you it was okay but he could never have feelings for someone like you. You waited with bated breath for that hammer to drop and shatter your heart into pieces. 
But it never came. Instead, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle you from behind as Jake’s head rested against yours, his nose nuzzling against the place just above your ear. 
Squeezing you tightly against his broad chest, he purred, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
You turned in his arms so you were staring up at his face just inches from yours, not daring to believe the unspoken meaning behind his words. “Wh-what?”
“Des, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you first walked through that door and smiled at me.” He brushed his hand across your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing circles over your cheekbone. “Why do you think I spend thousands of dollars a week just to see you? You told me the first night I came in here that you didn’t date clients. That our time in this room was all we would ever have. So, I figured if this was the only way I could be with you, I would take it.”
“Jake, I–”
“No. I know what you’re gonna say and I don’t want you to.” He pressed his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses brushing up against each other as he closed his eyes. “Let me hold onto this feeling for just a little bit longer. Let me pretend this could last.”
You leaned into him as you whispered, “I don’t understand. You could have any girl that you want.”
“Good. Because I want you.”
“You don’t even know my real name.”
His eyes opened and you were left staring into two sparkling green pools that made you weak in the knees. “I’m okay with that. Besides, I think Destiny is pretty damn perfect as it is.”
You laughed, the sound wet and bordering on a sob. This couldn’t be happening. Jake couldn’t feel the same way about you that you did about him. Not this millionaire Adonis who made you feel more respected than any man ever had– in or out of the club. This was the sort of fantasy you only saw in fairytales or romcoms, not real life. The rich, handsome bachelor didn’t fall for the stripper. That’s not how the world worked. 
And yet….
As his hand intertwined with yours and he gave it a tight squeeze, you made up your mind. Taking a deep breath, you muttered, “In for a penny….” and broke your second most important boundary— you pressed your lips against his.
Instantly, he surged forward as if you had broken down some invisible barrier that had been holding him back. His free hand cupped the back of your neck so he could tilt your head for a better angle, all the while his other hand remained firmly linked with yours. You melted into him, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip between your lips. He tasted like mint and whiskey and you couldn’t get enough of it.
Finally releasing your hand, Jake slid his arm under your ass and lifted you up, your legs immediately encircling his waist. Without breaking your kiss, he carried you over to the couch– almost tripping on the coffee table –and sat down. You pulled yourself closer to him, your legs still wrapped tightly around him. Your core was pressed against him and as you rolled your hips, you felt him twitch in his pants. Smiling against his lips, you repeated the action several times and felt him hardening against you.
With a groan, Jake finally pulled his lips from yours. He was panting softly as he gazed at you with lust-filled eyes, but he said, “We don’t have to do this. Or anything. Don’t get me wrong, you have no idea how much I want to, but I need you to know this isn’t why I like you. Like you said, any girl in here could give me this. But only you can give me the amazing woman I’ve fallen for.”
You felt tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and you whispered, “Oh, shut up” before recapturing his lips.
While you kissed, your hands fumbled blindly with his belt but you eventually managed to get it open. However, as you started to slip your hands into the waistband of his slacks, he pulled back again and gently grabbed your wrists. “I thought you said in here we weren’t allowed to—”
“Screw it. I’m taking my break.” 
You giggled softly as his eyes grew wide and you slipped your hands from his grasp as you eased yourself back onto the floor. Kneeling in front of the couch, you spread his knees farther and slid in between them. As you reached for his zipper with one hand, your other quickly unhooked your bustier and threw it over the camera in the corner of the room. You knew you would probably get yelled at for that later, but right now you didn’t care. What you were about to do to Jake was not business but pleasure. And damn, was it going to be pleasurable. 
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E/riel’s acting like lust equals love is so funny to me. You can have a crush on someone or be sexually attracted to a person without it being deep. And that spark, that glow, Azriel felt in his chest where he tucked it down (he literally kept it next to his heart) at the thought of Gwyn’s smile has more importance than Azriel wanting to eat Elain’s cunt, fuck her, and kiss her. I’m not going to blame Elain for this. It’s not her fault.
I never picked up on anything romantic between them. In Frost & Starlight all I got was that maybe (a very very small maybe) that Elain has a tiny crush on Az, but nothing deep. I was taken aback in Silver Flames at the sudden tone change in his bonus chapter. There’s nothing wrong with the sexualness, but the fact the at E/riel’s claim Azriel likes/is in love with Elain, but we didn’t get any romantic feelings from him is a problem. He literally spent a year planning for a damn snowball fight, but couldn’t think beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to. If he defined his feelings to Rhys, or said he wasn’t in love with Mor anymore, or gave a small hint of romance and not just lust/jealousy, then I would feel different.
Also, there were people who did actually ship E/riel, but after reading that chapter, they hopped off that ship because it gave them the ick. I think it’s very telling if a lot of people in the fandom got uncomfortable/the ick from that bonus chapter, especially from those who use to ship them. There wasn’t even anything kinky about the chapter either, but E/riel’s blame that we can’t handle the “kinkiness.” like no, we can’t handle how potent the jealousy coming from Azriel was. All he thought about was sex and how much he wanted a mate of his own. It wouldn’t have been that hard to add a sentence or even a few words that showed he had romantic feelings for her, but nope. And that’s because it was a mistake.
that's the thing like... even if elain and azriel loved each other (they don't) that ultimately doesn't mean anything. feyre loved tamlin. aelin loved chaol. they ended up not being right for each other and that was it lol. sex means next to nothing in sjm novels, what matters is if they truly see their love interest, and if they push and encourage them. if they want books where sex is the endgame indicator, there are plenty out there! but you're not getting it here
that too, how are they just ok with az thinking of another woman that fondly? that beautifully? oh riiiiight because gwyn is secretly evil and made az feel an emotion for once in his life. i forgot
oh no elain is not at fault at all in my opinion, girlie just wanted a night to let off some steam and instead she got made to feel even worse. like have you ever felt that hot, rush of arousal, you're attracted to this person and they're attracted to you and god you want it so badly but then they had to say something so wrong that it made you feel less than and hurt your feelings and that instantly made all of your previous emotions evaporate like someone threw a bucket of cold water all over you? yeah. i've been there elain and it sucks lol. sorry but as a woman you don't easily get over a guy saying "this was a mistake" in reference to anything. that's a huge romance killer. there's no coming back from that in my opinion
acofas is a bit weird for me, i don't really see their interactions as romantic, it's like there's something... off about them. they're kinda cute at best but it wasn't love, elain has canonically only recently stopped crying over graysen and az was still looking at mor with hunger or whatever in acofas. how is that love on either end? it's kinda sad that e/riels have such a distorted image of it
i love e/riels' arguments against his planning. apparently, in their eyes, he didn't even stop for a second or two to consider a future with the woman he's soooo in love with because he knew he wouldn't be able to have her and it caused him so much pain so he just doesn't think about her at all. poor baby 😩
as someone who has feelings of love, you think about them constantly. even if you feel like you're not worthy of them or that it won't work out. your mind is your safe space to think about the things you truly want, no matter how unrealistic. so the fact that azriel could take a whole year to plan a snowball fight but couldn't spare 5 minutes for elain is... not the romantic declaration they make it seem, i promise you lol
the "you just can't handle kinks!!!" argument is so funny because... do you know what kinks are? they're certainly not the self loathing, jealousy and entitlement az displayed! i've seen multiple e/riels say they couldn't ship it anymore because of how wrong that chapter felt. i even followed a multi shipper and they just straight up said they were over e/riel after that chapter dropped, like it's so evident what sjm was doing, but of course they have their bread and roses blinders on
i saw one reply to bloomsbury uk's acotar tweet earlier today with something like "can't wait for news on e/riel's book!!!!" and i just sat there thinking, "damn. you're going to be waiting a loooonnnggg time"
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burnin for you pt six | stranger things ; g.emerson
TAG LIST BABES || REQ RULES + FANDOMS/CHARACTERS || GOT A ? || MASTERLIST
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CHAPTERS ; 
one - two - three - four - five can all be found by clicking.
AUTHORS NOTES;
SO THIS IS FLUFF. YES. FLUFF. THAT IS ALL. I wrote this as kind of a follow up to the previous chapter because I couldn't just leave us all hanging after the kiss. I had to do it.
Huuuuge thanks and all my love to everyone who reads / interacts with my writing -and puts up with and or encourages my bullshit, in the form of comments / reblogs with tags - i really love the tags I've seen they have made my heart so happy i swear / comments / reblogs and even just likes make my day, yall have no idea. I literally go into every thing I post thinking if nothing else, it's all out of my head for now, so this means so so so so much more to me that you guys are enjoying the stuff I put us through than anyone realizes.
SUMMARY;
-- the conclusion to movie night. just two cute awkward lil babies being awkward.
You're the new girl and you're kind of Gareth Emerson's polar opposite. Doesn't stop either of you from catching feelings though. Aka, the one where you're with the drummer.
PAIRING;
Gareth Emerson x Princess!Pastel!Soft Fem reader. Beyond a shitload of pink, having the obvious girl parts and such, there are literally no other descriptors given that I can remember.
WARNINGS;
The boys picking on their boy a little, a moment where Gareth wakes up with his hand on your ass, sharing a sleeping bag, a lil makeout and that's it Oh and nicknames. Nicknames.
TAGLIST;
The only people on my taglist for Stranger Things currently are listed below. If you’d like to be and you aren’t, please go add yourself via the link at the very top of the post.
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@SUITS-AND-SMIRKS
OTHER STUFF;
Right off the bat. Gareth is 18 here. Everyone is of age. Just so everybody is clear on this. Also, also. The upside down + deaths and monsters do not exist here. This is mere slice of life stuff, so if you're into that, great.
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Jeff was starting to doze off on the sofa and Grant had given up an hour before, the two teen males competing in a snoring competition. Eddie was in and out of sleep, every now and then something on the television would bring him back around and he’d jump ever so slightly, rubbing his eyes. Glancing over at the sleeping bag you and Gareth were sharing and trying not to laugh quietly or do anything to disturb the moment before ultimately dozing back off again because the movie playing is only interesting in small five minute intervals.
You gaze around the living room and realize that everyone else is asleep but you and Gareth. And it makes sense somehow, because you’ve figured out weeks ago -after you felt comfortable enough to give him your number, that his mind isn’t so good at shutting off either. After another jumpscare has you rolling onto your side to face him again, you yawn and burrow down into the sleeping bag just a little better. When you raise a hand to cradle it against the side of his face, it’s cautious. Careful because you don’t want to do too much and you’re still not sure what’s going to happen.
Sure, he kissed you and you kissed back, but you’re not nearly confident enough to assume that everything is fine and things will immediately change and you are now official. It’s just not that simple for you.
You go to pull your hand away but Gareth’s hand settles over the top of yours, holding it there. He’s doing it again, staring at your lips so intent that you can feel them start to tingle all over again and at the sensation, you’re leaning your face in towards his, heart racing but not nearly as fast as it was the first time around. You pause and he swallows hard. “Is..” you mumble, trailing off with the scent of gummy worms and Dr. Pepper on your breath lingering in the space between your mouths. Gareth licks his lips and mumbles a husky, “Yeah? What’s up, bunny. C’mon, just say it.” and you swallow hard this time, taking a shaky breath. “Is it okay if I.. Can I kiss you?”
He raises a hand to smooth hair out of your face and his fingers drag over your cheek as he stares at you. Awed because you want to kiss him again, really. He really hadn’t given much thought to anything beyond that first kiss because honestly, in the back of his mind, he assumed it probably wouldn’t get that far. He moves you a lot closer because you pulled back completely when you froze halfway to his mouth as if you were kind of having a bit of internal panic and moving you closer is the only way he knows to clue you in to the fact that he wants you as close as he can get you with no room for doubt. Your quiet little intake of breath when you’re pressed against him only makes the dull ache in his cock a little bit worse, but for the moment, his focus is you. This. Convincing you -or starting to try to convince you, that he’s not going anywhere and you have him entirely.
He’s the one inching his mouth closer to your mouth and the warmth of his breath tickles you. The warmth of his body heat engulfs you and it feels nice. Comforting, even. “You don’t have t’ ask to kiss me, bunny.” he mumbles as his lips brush yours clumsily, “Just do it. I want you to, alright?”
You manage a nod and he moves around a little, trying to arrange you both so that you’re both comfortable. Because there’s no way in hell he’s chancing Munson’s living room floor with the sleeping bag spread over you both as a blanket and he’s sure as shit not going back to crash in Eddie’s bed because he’s seen that mattress and no. Just no. There’s absolutely no fucking way.
After a little wiggling and squirming, during all of which Gareth feels like any second you’ll rock your ass back against him or touch him just right and he’ll absolutely want to die when he creams himself because he’s dangerously close to it now,  but you finally wind up draped partially on top of him with one of his arms around you and your head on his chest. You give him this cute little smile with reddened cheeks he can just faintly make out in the dim glow of the television set and you’re staring at his lips intently. Licking your own as you do it. Your mouth is getting closer and closer by the second. His hands dig into your lower back and he bites back a groan when your lips brush against his clumsily to give him this cute little peck.
But it’s not enough for him. And he wants you to know that it’s okay to really kiss him, that he wants you to. Everything is still kind of sorting itself out between the two of you. There’s this gentle and clumsy awkwardness there that has to be worked through, the two of you feeling each other out like you have been since the kiss earlier.
He grips your chin and pulls your mouth back against his, lips latching against your bottom one. Teeth tugging as his hands move up and down your back gently. You relax and melt into the kiss, your mouth falling open and this is when Gareth deepens it. By the time he has to breathe again, you’re almost literally seeing stars and you’re both panting for your next breath. “It’s okay. You can kiss me whenever you want.” he repeats quietly, stroking your cheek as he holds your face in his hands. “I meant it, bunny. I want you to.”
“O-okay. I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m not used to any of this, Gareth.” you admit quietly, frowning a little. Wondering if your lack of experience when it comes to relationships is going to be a problem that will make him annoyed sooner or later. The guy you dated last year, the one that really hurt you… He was the first guy you ever really tried to let in closer. After everything happened at your old school, you kind of just shut down. Until your arrival in Hawkins.  Until Gareth, you think to yourself, but you try to shove it down because it’s too soon and you’re still so very anxious, afraid of what could very well happen again. Even though on the deepest level within yourself, you trust him. You can feel that he’d never intentionally hurt you but the habit and your defenses are just so hard to break through most of the time.
He chuckles quietly and nods, leaning up and pulling you down so your face is closer to his own, kissing your forehead. “I know. It’s okay, baby. ‘S all gonna be okay, bunny. I promise.”
– ( next morning )
The first thing he realizes when he wakes up is that you fell asleep partially on top of him and at some point during the night, your tank top and shorts rode up and his hand wound up on your ass. You’re still asleep but the sunlight streaming in through the window above where you chose to lie the night before might be about to change that and Gareth has a good split-second to panic himself before your eyes start to flutter open. You give him this cute little sleepy smile and your head settles between his neck and shoulders as you yawn and complain that one, it’s too early and two, the sun is too bright and you’re buying Mr. Munson some fucking curtains. Gareth chuckles quietly and forgetfully, his thumb drags over lace. 
The whine slips out before you can stop it and he’s blushing, sheepish and apologetic, quick to move his hand up to rest on your lower back instead. Your breath tickles his ear when you mumble quietly, “It’s okay.” and it feels like he might choke on his tongue but he manages to play it cool and nod instead. Eddie and Jeff are starting to wake up and Eddie, upon seeing that Grant is still sleeping, raises his pillow and brings it down on Grant’s head, laughing. “Wake up sleeping beauty.” he drawls, making Grant mumble something and attempt to shove his head beneath the pillow he’d brought along while waving an arm back, “‘M gonna punch you in the cock, Munson, fuckin hell.”
Jeff’s about to die laughing. When he glances over at Gareth, he gives him a smirk and rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Hey, look.” he says it loudly enough to draw Eddie’s attention which makes Gareth roll his eyes and grumble under his breath as Jeff says it, “The lovers are awake.”
“You two gonna get a room anytime soon?” Eddie taunts, Gareth holding up his middle finger as he blushes and stares up at him. “Ignore him, bunny. He’s a jealous asshole. And as soon as I decide I wanna move, I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“Right. Because you did it last time.” Eddie taunts, hinting at the last time the two wound up wrestling in the middle of the Emerson’s living room floor over the last can of soda. Gareth flips him off again and you laugh. Blushing bright red but not willing at all to remove yourself from the warmth of Gareth’s body. You do glance back and stick your tongue out at the other three boys. “They really are jealous, I think.” you taunt, making Gareth laugh.
“We practicin for Battle of the Bands at your place today, Emerson? Your girl can come too.. Watch you in action.” Jeff is teasing his friend because he knows that if you’re there, Gareth will be an actual mess. Gareth gazes up at you. “Do you wanna come to watch?”
You pretend to think it over and laughing, you nod. “You know the answer already.”
Gareth grins and squeezes you a little. “Just kind of feels like this whole thing is a dream.”
You nod in agreement and smile, leaning down to whisper, “If it is, it’s a good one and I dunno that I wanna wake up.”
This only makes him smile even more, pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose. “As much as I don’t wanna, we need t’ get up I guess.”
You pout a little, but you wiggle out from beneath the sleeping bag, stretching as you stand, then offering your hand out to him. He grabs hold and lets you think you pulled him up when he stands. 
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asirensrage · 8 months
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Hi Ridea!
I'm pretty new to your blog, but a fan of your writing for sure and these smut prompts are some of the most creative prompts I've come across. So, if you're up for it, would you write;
character A making it their absolute goal for character B to admit that the best sex they’ve ever had is w/ A, and they both are kinda surprised when it actually happens.
for Nanami (him being B) Something about having Mr. Tight-lipped crack and tell something so utterly personal that makes me all giddy 🤭😊.
Thank you in advance!
- Kali 🐞
Hi Kali!! 👋🏻
Thank you so much for being a fan and for sending this in. I'm glad to have you here! I love Nanami so much and I rarely get to write for him lol. This didn't turn out as smutty as I thought, but I kind of really like it. I hope you do too.
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Rating: Mature Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Nanami Kento/Undescribed!Unnamed!Female OC Warnings: Mentions of smutty things and previous sexual encounters, kissing, being interrupted, good old fashioned teasing. Unbeta'd.
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“Come on…” she leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. 
Nanami ignores her like he usually ignores Gojo and while his apparent disinterest would normally be daunting…she knows what he’s like when he lets go. When he breaks past that stiff image he portrays and gives back just as good as he gets. The reminder is partly what makes teasing him so appealing. 
“Just admit it,” she says, gaze focused on the way the muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches it. The two of them are alone. She’d never try this if there were others around, she’s not that cruel. Besides, she’d never live it down if Gojo found out they had spent the night together. “I’m the best you ever had, right?”
He turns another page of his paper, refusing to give in. That’s fine. She’s not expecting him to admit it, but it’s rare she gets to tease Nanami. At least about anything worthwhile. Besides, when she woke up after that night, he had made her breakfast as if he’d done it a thousand times and it admittedly sent her spiralling a bit. He didn’t seem real at that moment. She almost thought she had dreamt it, but the soreness between her legs, and the marks he left on her skin proved it had happened. 
“Hmm,” he hums, not agreeing or disagreeing. She almost would think that he just likes to hear her talk considering how often he stays and listens as she rambles. He does that to everyone though. She knows she’s not special. 
She runs her tongue over her teeth, shuddering slightly at the memory of his low voice in her ear, body pressed against hers as he told her how good she felt, how much he wanted her. She blinks back the memory, trying not to think about it. Despite how it ended, Nanami hasn’t given her any sign he wanted a repeat performance. Not that she has either. It was a fluke, a release of tension…right?
“You’re not trying to just spare my feelings, right?” she asks, smiling softly at him. “If it’s not me, I gotta know who. If only to see for myself.” His knuckles whiten as his grip on the paper tightens and her eyes widen slightly in surprise. She knows what those hands feel like on her skin, brushing softly, gripping tightly and leaving bruises as he moved her the way he wanted her. She swallows tightly, remembering how he used his hands to bring her to the peak before sending her crashing into her release. She shifts slightly, sitting back. 
They sit in silence broken only by the sound of the pages turning of his newspaper. 
“So who have you had the best sex with?” She asks, out of curiosity more than anything. She’ll fully admit he’s the best she’s had. At least so far. 
“You,” he says.
Her jaw drops at the admission and Nanami tenses. He didn’t mean to say it she realizes and somehow that makes it all the better. It’s the truth. She grins widely, feeling oddly pleased even if there’s a small part of her that’s hurt because if it was the best, how come they never brought it up again? She sees the way he looks at her out of the corner of his eye. 
“I knew it,” she says, validated in a way she never expected. 
Nanami sighs before closing his paper and turning to actually look at her. 
“For what it’s worth, you’re the best I’ve had too,” she admits, if only to help ease the potential awkwardness he might feel. 
“Come here,” he says, holding out one of his hands towards her. She gets up slowly, unsure suddenly about what’s going to happen. She was confident in her teasing, but she’s not now, certain that he’s going to try to be kind and tell her it was a one-off thing. 
His hand grips hers, firmly but gently and the warmth of his skin sinks into hers. She lets him pull her closer. As soon as she’s close enough, his other arm wraps around her waist, guiding her to sit on his lap. She moves so she’s facing her, legs on either side of his. He shifts her closer and her breath catches in her throat. She can see him clearly now, can recognize the heat in his gaze behind his glasses. 
The arm that was around her waist moves just enough that he can rub small circles against her back. The hand holding hers tightens slightly, his fingers moving to intertwine with her. They’ve been in this position before only with far less clothing and more desperation. 
“You are trouble,” he says softly. She tries not to smile at that. It feels more like a compliment than it sounds. “How do you continue to…” He trails off and she sees the way his eyes glance down to her lips. 
“Continue what?” she asks softly. 
“Tempt me,” he says. 
She doesn’t respond this time. She leans down slowly, giving him the chance to refuse before she presses her lips against his. The hand holding hers moves, cupping the back of her neck as he deepens the kiss. She rolls her hips against him, and the arm around her waist tightens, pulling her closer against him. 
“Kento,” she murmurs. He groans in response, kissing her again. 
“What do we have here?” A voice cuts in through the haze, making them both freeze. She pulls back slightly, wincing at the fact they were just caught. Nanami’s expression is unamused, hands moving to her waist but not letting go. 
“Get out, Gojo,” he snaps. 
“Aww, come on,” you hear him tease behind you. You don’t even want to look back to confirm it. You’re tempted to bury your face in Nanami’s neck, but this is your fault. You started this. “It’s not every day I catch you breaking the rules, Nanamin.” 
“I’m going to break you if you don’t leave,” you snap. Besides, there are no rules saying she can’t kiss him. Gojo is just being an ass. 
Nanami says something else, but she ignores it, focusing instead on the way his hands tighten their grip to keep her on his lap the moment she shifts. As though he thinks she’s going to move and is unwilling to let her. 
She hears the door close behind her as Nanami grumbles some choice words under his breath about the man who interrupted them. “Sorry,” she offers. “I didn’t think…”
“It’s fine.” His hand reaches to cup your cheek. “It’s fine,” he says again, his thumb stroking softly. “I wanted this.”
She blinks and looks at him. “You did?” 
He sighs, smiling softly. “More than you know. I shouldn’t have avoided…” he swallows tightly. “Allow me to make it up to you.”
“How?” 
“Dinner. Let me take you out. Properly this time.” 
The two of them had fallen into bed last time after a mission together. That was part of the reason why she suspected it was a one-time thing. This…this was an offer for more. 
“Yeah,” she nods. “Yeah, okay.” He kisses her again and she can feel his smile against her lips. 
“Good.” 
let's do some prompts and drabbles
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make-me-imagine · 1 year
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Hello! May I please request a drabble for prompt Marriage Proposal for Star Trek AOS fandom?
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Attached previous ship info so I could ship you better
For Others: Ships are Now CLOSED
Hope you like it!
AOS:
I ship you with Bones!
Though he often comes off a testy and moody, he is actually an extremely patient and kind person who knows exactly how to make you feel loved and cared for.
Runner Up: Jim Kirk
'Proposal'
Leonard watched you as you looked out at the mountainous view below you. The two of you were halfway through your vacation leave, and he had yet to do the one thing he planned. Propose.
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he felt the small box, beneath it, he could feel his heart hammering with excitement and anxiety.
Walking up to you, he stepped beside you, setting his hand gently on the base of your back.
You looked over at him with a smile "I can't get over how beautiful it is here."
He smiled as he looked out at the view. "I'm glad you like it."
"I love it. Thank you for bringing me here Leo."
Tugging you closer to him, he pressed a soft kiss to his head. "You know, I've got something that might make it better."
You looked up at him "What's that?"
He smiled softly at you before he pulled away. As you saw him reach into his jacket pocket, something in our chest clenched, but you refused to show it, afraid you might be wrong.
But as he pulled out a small box and slowly lowered down onto his knee, you couldn't contain the excitement. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your eyes wide with surprise, and your smile was wide.
"Leo!" You muttered out, your breath nearly hitching in your throat.
He smiled up at you as he opened the box, revealing a perfect ring. "I've been wanting to do this for weeks now. But I thought now would be the perfect time, so I waited." He took in a breath "I don't think I can even try to tell you all the ways you've made me happier, or how much I love you, I just know that I am willing to spend the rest of our lives showing you. I would be honored and very relieved, if you would marry me Y/n."
As tears started to brim in your eyes, you could barely find your voice as you slowly got down on your own knees. Your wrapped your arms around his neck as you nodded your head happily "Yes, Leonard, of course I will marry you."
Pulling you into a tight hug, he let out a sigh of relief and joy as happiness cascaded over the both of you.
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toots-senpai · 3 years
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Can I have that room yet?
Author: @toots-senpai
Fandom: My Hero Academia (Modern AU)
Pairing: Stepbro! Bakugo Katsuki x she/her reader
Rating: R 18+
Word Count:4.7k
Warnings: unprotected sex, implied! age gap (like she's in her second year of school and he's about to graduate), stalking mention, panty stealing, masturbation, enabling, tw: dubcon, tw: noncon, tw: stepcest, tw: voyeurism, he fucks your best friend, mitsuki knows everything..
Authors note : i haven't finished mha so if he's ooc it's literally because all i've done is read smut about him lmaoo .. also this is half ass edited, as per usual <333 have fun reading this lmaooo
MINORS DNI
i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!
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nsfw under the cut
Your life had been going smooth up to this point. Though your parents finally divorced fully last summer after 3 long years of fighting, things this year seemed to have been looking up for you. You've received a nice scholarship for your art school that paid 2 years of tuition full, you and your father moved into a nice house that had way more room than needed and you finally got your own art room. Fully yours with the closet down to the floorboards. You could never have been more happy in your previous years of living, so necessarily, you were not wrong in going out to celebrate tonight with your friends.
Noise canceling headphones against your ears as your fingers soaked in the dirty dish water below, humming along to your music a slight sway as you moved around the sink. You had a couple of hours before your second year graduation party and the couple of chores you had to do was not going to get in the way of your plans tonight. As you finished rinsing the last dish you heard the front door close indicating your dad was home. The excitement in your veins grew, the anticipation of tonight coursing through your veins and releasing almost too much dopamine compared to these last few years. You turned off your headphones and were met face to face with your dad, startling you a bit.
"Awe, sorry. I was going to get your attention-"
"Oh don't worry it's fine." You cut him off. "I was actually about to tell you about the graduation party, and probably a couple of other things.. such as finishing my laundry?" You mused and he just chuckled nervously for a second, and then took a brief moment to think before he said his next sentence.
"..We can see about that, and, if it's alright, I actually have something to talk to you about first- I mean show you!- first..." He trailed off nervously, at this moment you could just feel the excitement leaving your veins as he turned around and started walking to the living room muttering something on 'here this goes' as he kept going. When you followed him you were greeted with two new faces and auburn eyes now burning along into yours along with your semi-worried father. "T-This is that lady i've been talking to... I wanted to make it official, I'm sorry for-..." He trailed on but you were no longer paying attention to him but more at the blonde boy who's eyes bore into yours and his mother, who was paying attention to your father with adoring eyes. There was little worry from her but this boy reeked of trouble. His mother got up and interrupted him, putting your stuttering father to a halt and bringing your attention back to her.
"What he means is, we're ready to be apart of your family!" She mused giving a reassuring squeeze and kiss to your father. "Right Katsuki?" She giggled, too focused on the little honeymoon phase happening between herself and your father to even notice the mischievous nod towards you. You slightly cringed in disgust as his eyes trailed up and down your form, amused.
"A-Anyways!" Your dad said snapping out of his trance. "Help him take up his stuff please." He said before grabbing her stuff and heading up to the room, snapped back in his little love trance. She giggled again before coming to you. "My name's Bakugo Mitsuki, and my sweet devil spawn is Bakugo Katsuki and I heard about your grad party! I'm willing to do your laundry once i'm done unpacking if you'd like. " She trailed off walking behind your father, leaving you alone with Katsuki. Both of you eyeing each other slightly before you muttered a small. 'i'll show you to your room.." and picked up 2 of his bags out of the 8 that lie there. Walking upstairs with him on your tail you showed him to the extra room. You felt his glare on your back as you were opening the door and placing the bags next to the bed.
"This is your room." You stated walking past him and to your room door. Pointing at the bathroom door and the necessities in the nearby closet and then going back to your room yet of course when you turned around he has your art room open.
"What about this room?"
"That's my art room-" You tried going past him, and grabbing the door but he laughed at your attempt with a smug;
"I want this room instead."
You almost had a small asthma attack from the audacity of this man. Before you could even say anything to object he was already going in to grab the paint off the shelves.
"Now wait a damn minute." You argued grabbing him from your shelf and shoving him out of the room. "This room has paint everywhere! A- And it's already owned, by me-" You cut him off trying to push the paint back. Though you were taller than him by a sliver, his body could stretch more than yours, his athletic form easily overpowering yours.
"So you have a room." He stated nonchalantly.
"Okay? And, what does that have to do with anything? My art room is like my study, you can't have it just because I have another room."
There was a pause. Not a good one though as he just looked back at you... like you were dumb. His smug face painting annoyed
"But... you can use the other room as a study."
"The other room won't fit the big ass clay heater that's in the orner of this room-"
"What are you, a weak artist? So artistically creative that you don't know how to move things?" He laughs but fate had other things in mind for you as your father interrupted your bickering. A stead at your side as his palm clamped over Katsuki's shoulder.
"Nope Buddy, she actually moved all this up here by herself! She's going to college, and she makes quite a good amount of money for this household. She's earned this room." He joked coming over and kissing your head. "But just because you can't have her super cool room does not mean you can have something from it. Last week, y/n and I painted a desk-"
"That was for him?"
"Yes y/n, but Katsuki, we painted it so it will match your room, and your mother and I have picked paint for you room and-" Your dad went on, ushering him away and towards his room about the new paint plans. You were agitated, paint still in your hands as you looked at the desk. You laughed to yourself, the desk was wobbly and so strong stepbrother's going to try to move it without picking it up no doubt, so though you could've fixed it like you planned before the party, but his bickering took up so much of your time anyways that you walked out of the room and went back to preparing for the party. You left the bathroom door open as you got ready, matching your jewelry, makeup and what not and you tried to stifle a laugh as Katsuki did exactly what you expected and broke the arm of the table. Your eyes locked as you, finished and ready for your party, came over to the doorframe. "I'll fix it after the party!" You said cocky as you walked away from him.
He fucked your best friend on that broken ass table that night, making sure that the door to your art room was open just a creak so that when you went upstairs looking for her you got a nice sight of her getting split open on his dick in your own art room. The smacking of skin echoing down the stairwell when you went to check but his hands around her throat to keep her quiet as he locked eyes with you as you walked past got you more than anything. Especially when he bottomed out inside her at the sight of you cumming with shaky hips as your friend whined like a bitch in heat, squirming against him, unknowing about your presence. The 'war' with your new stepbrother starts there.
The next morning the table is back in parts on his new bedroom floor, screws being thrown a screw across his floor, startling him awake at 4 am and throughout the next week thumbtacks are put in your bed, paint is thrown on him while you were painting his room, and at the end of the week all of the paint in your art room is thrown on the floor. Red and purple paint seeping through the ceiling and onto the fresh plate of Mitsuki's grand dinner for the supposed to be family fun night. Which has led you to a new situation. Both of you covered in paint and cleaning up hundreds of dollars in colors in your art room. Both of your parents going out to dinner as you guys clean up your mess. It was silent for a couple of hours as you two attempt to soak up the paint, and pick it up from the previously wooden floor.
The floor wasn't perfect anyways, from it being your art room for years but it was most definitely now ruined because of the paint that you were struggling to pick up before it dried, the two of you. It was 3am when you they came back home and you guys still weren't done. Both of them going to their room and arguing, as if they've been doing it all night. It was 5am when they were finally quiet downstairs, Cans of paint slightly refilled and your floor slightly clean and Katsuki laughed. You turned to give him a death glare and he was just smiling looking at you. The sun was rising on both of your paint covered bodies and both of the colors on your body was aesthetically beaming around the room, he looked away from you quickly laugh diminishing to nothing but a flush on his cheeks that you could only see from his ear. Both of you were exhausted and covered in paint and you probably would've went to tease him but you dropped it, relaxing on the now painted floor. What you two couldn't get off was kinda cool looking. Marble like colored paint stuck in the wax of the floor, never to be moved again unless the floor was totally re-done. You both let out an exhale and Katsuki muttered something about a shower walking out of the room but you were too focused on the floor.
You were for the next couple of weeks too. University work taking up most of your creativity time and yet the time you stood in your art room, all you could look at was the floor. Something so irritating made something so beautiful. So beautiful that, your brain was stuck on it. The color patterns in every single painting that you tried to do consisting of the same palette of colors. Over and over again, for weeks. Katsuki wasn't that much of a nuisance as he was when he first arrived most definitely but it could be to the fact that he's been busy. You rarely ever see him, the only time you pass glances is early in the morning, when he's heading out for his morning exercise and you're going to drive for an hour to the campus.
Your pencils twirled as you stayed in deep thought about those colors, tapping and spinning around on the eraser. You weren't even focused on any of your work for the day, your art classes the only thing bringing you out of that thought. Guiding you as it always does, your professor yelling out to the class about feeling your art with all of your senses and somehow that thought has you squirming away for creativity on your bed. Vibrating toy rubbing away at your clit as your brain went silent for a bit, your cunt dripping down the toy a bit too much as flashes of white pass your vision. Creativity was potent the next day, your project earning you the highest score of your class, so it began a routine. The routine of once a week turning to, 3 times a week turning into every day once you got home. Your orgasms always pushing you to be productive and succeeding. Maybe you could be manifesting, you thought during dinner in the late week of the month. A soup with homeade bread sitting in front of you, everyone eating and preoccupied. With everything going so right recently, maybe you've started praising yourself a little too much. Your one toy turning into a collection of twenty and your paints and clay products all being of high quality.
It is what you deserve for being so smart and good with yourself, it was selfish. The way your own thinking made you start seeping through your pajama shorts, you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table, hurrying yourself away to your room and not even bothering to shut the door as your legs became jelly. It didn't take you longer than a couple seconds to find your toy and start plugging yourself deep and twisting it until your eyes crossed and on the other side of the door stood Katsuki. Balancing your soup, bread and juice while watching you through the creak of your doorframe, plunging your fat toy into your dripping cunt. Your ass was facing towards the door and you had your shorts slipped to the side and your hand was dripping with your arousal. He accidentally slipped out a groan as your toes almost slipped from the floorboard when you trembled from a slow thrust all the way out and back in. When you turned around a creak in the floorboards was all you heard, but nothing was there. You still stood on shaky legs to finally close your door all the way.
He was right there besides your fingertips when you touched the knob to close the door but you don't know. You know absolutely nothing, you know not of the constant nights of him fisting at his cock from just the whiff of your scent around the house. You know nothing, and he can't help it honestly, not when you can go a half hour by yourself, bed creaking from your hopeless grinding and thrusts. He can hear your wetness every night. Even through the door closed and he can hear it much better through the vent in the bathroom. He peeked through the keyhole of your door instead, soup left discarded on the small table besides him. He's pumping at his cock harshly, fingers spreading his pre um his shaft as you sat back down on your toy with a moan. His hips stuttered just at the sight. You grinded the two into your cunt, hips moving as you keep yourself in a sitting position with your knees. Your cunt is stuffed with the flimsy toy and you're bouncing so nicely on it, expertly if he could say himself. You're so desperate to cum that when you flip over on your back to reverse cowgirl the toy in your cunt that you shook at the new angle.
Katsuki could just see how you were dripping and he was envisioning that dumb toy of yours was actually his cock, and those pathetic whines were actually spilling his name. He was too deep into the fantasy, eyes away from you as he tugged his cock that was dribbling to the floor, but you on the other hand was frustrated. You stopped and pulled the toy completely out of you. Unsatisfied and going to grab your new toy, a suction cupped dildo with a curved tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of it as you slammed the drawer to your toys. Katsuki on the other side of the door was startled out of his fantasy as he went to peek at you again only to see you coming to the door, and with the only thinking he could up with he slippedd into the bathroom behind the door. Not expecting you to slip past the door completely unknowing and slipping off your soaked shorts and step into the shower. He's also not expecting the new toy in your hands to be suctioned to the bathroom wall and you bending over over so nicely, not even noticing the intruder behind the shower curtain. You're so unfocused on him that you're slipping the toy in so nicely, gushing down the wall,. He can see so clearly because of the poorly closed curtain at just good enough that he can see you already dripping down the wall. He maneuvered himself to a better sight, so that he could still see you pushing your ass against the wall, aching to be filled deeper with each whine and thrust.
Oh and you actually started moaning putting your hand on the wall for a bit of stability, he couldn't get enough of the sight. Your 'show' already bringing him back to cummimg harder than he has in awhile, and when you bring yourself to squirt with a high pitched whine he followed quickly. He groaned quietly under your moans as his cum filled the toilet spurting on the seat and into the bowl. Thick and healthy as it dripped smoothly into the bowl a bit. You came awhile longer than he did, your thighs shaking in the shower as you were coming back to reality. But as per every night, your clean-up isn't his problem as he slipped out of the bathroom. He heard the shower curtain open and the shower turn on as soon as he stepped out and he was so ego was boosted at his timing.
You notice the cum on the seat when you're out of the shower, and you scold yourself for not noticing it when you came in the bathroom, but you didn't mention it that time, because you felt too hypocritical to say anything, but when you wake up a couple of mornings with cum on the floor and and cum on even your door handle. You knew something was up. But to him, you noticed.. these small things a little too late, you still haven't even noticed that he's been stealing your panties and cumming in them before they hit the washer. You don't notice that he has a cum stain on the corner of your bed. You don't notice that your door doesn't creak anymore because of the WD-40 he put in the hinges. You, know nothing to him and you agree. You don't even know of any evidence to put against Katsuki. You barely even see him throughout the day so there's no way he could be doing anything.
Luck is not always on Katsuki's side though. His week being terrible, bad circumstances coming up left and right, the only thing he wanted was your used panties, warmed and being stroked against his cock. You aren't following your schedule though for some odd reason, instead you have your art apron on in your art room, ideas booming through your paintbrush. He can easily sneak into your room but stepping in he's realizing, there's a door connecting to your art room. He wouldn't let his step-brother move in the room next him either if he was her, and he he's realizing more and more that there's so much information that you're leaving out to him. Including how wet you actually get, there's a nice spray of squirt next to a dildo that you left on your bed. Why you were so forgetful he couldn't understand but he was so grateful towards it. He was, so curious to your taste and his tongue did not think twice about liking up your leftover essence.
You on the other side of the room were also having a shitty week, another horrifying project from your professor leaving you brain dead and with every orgasm you had, no creative ideas spewed into your brain. So what could it hurt if you just went back.. one more time. Even after you came twice this morning and once a half hour ago. It's not your fault that you're not satisfied and it's not your fault when you catch Katsuki cleaning up your dildo with his tongue. When both of your glances caught together, there was a second of planning going on in both of your heads, but 10 seconds of leaving and thinking you're gonna get out of the room of course was your downfall. Katsuki was behind you in a second instead pushing you into your mirrored dresser and bending you over it. Your glances caught each others again, but this time through the reflection. There was a bit of guilt hidden behind his eyes in that quick second you sae as he moved against you. You were slightly struggling to make him let go, but instead you were rubbing your still messy cunt on his clothed dick, slick making noises even through your panties. Him trying to pull away was now out of the question. If anything it had him pulling himself closer.
Now his dick was hopelessly bending against the confines of his sweats as his dick positioned itself at your entrance even from outside of the flimsy material. His fingers dug pass your art university uniform and his hands rubbed up your stomach as he shamelessly humped against your clothed cunt. With every grind of his dick, your body arched against his. You could tell that he's been waiting to touch you too long. Your buttons flew off as he ripped your top open, pulling your tits out and rubbing at your chest. His dick felt too good just grinding against your puffy sensitive cunt. His desire was taking control of his hips and he was shakier than you ever seen him. His usual composure gone as he's hiding his face in your neck. You could've swore that he's trying to hold himself back. He's rubbing his hands against your clit but he's holding himself back at the same time. You felt your body get hot with embarrassment but you knew what he wanted. Though you seem to know nothing about concealing yourself properly and are struggling just to do a simple project, you knew exactly what he wanted.
You stopped your struggling and let a moan slip, his shaky exterior grinding against you harshly at just the sound, accidentally fully bending you over the dresser. You made sure to look at him when you slipped to bottom part of your uniform off in a fluid motion. His hips pulled back a bit to watch the strings of your sloppy cunt detach itself from your underwear and rip down to the floor. "P-Please suki.." You muttered pulling your dripping pussy lips apart and pushing a wet spot above his dick on his shorts. He didn't even bother with foreplay and instead shoved you to the base of his cock in one fluid motion. His composure back in an instant and his ego fueling the harsh thrusts that had your dresser banging into the wall. You tried getting him to stop but you couldn't, your arms instead being pulled behind you as he arched your back down further to fully take his dick. He filled you up better than anyone has in your entirety of living, better than any toy. His dick flexed and twitched inside you as his hands went to rub your clit. You both came faster than either of you have, him filling you up with his cum but the fatigueless settled fast as well the thought not even registering. Katsuki just pulled you two to the bed where you guys fell asleep for the remainder of the night. You didn't quite remember it when you woke up though, the only thing reminding you being Katsuki's grip on your waist. A knock at your door both woke you up quickly, and when you tried to go answer it Katsuki didn't let you go.
"Y/n honey have you heard from Katuski? Y/n?" Mitsuki asked outside of the room. You couldn't focus on her though, neither of you even bothered when her pervy son was pressing his morning wood on the curve your ass and rubbing your clit with his mouth on your neck. It was too early for all of this, you honestly weren't even fully awake. You tried to respond to her but he covered your mouth his other hand. A cocky look on his face as he dug his fingers in your cunt. His seed from last night spilling off of his fingers. He made a nice show of wetting his dick with his leftover cum before he lifted up your leg with his wet hand and bottomed once more, filling you to the brim beautifully. You couldn't stop him, not with your brain already being so empty from the morning haze but him just going back to digging inside you, glands catching against your own and creaming your wetness in and out of you. He's almost devouring all of your reactions. Once Katsuki thinks his poor mother has walked away, his hips are snapping against your ass and he's pushing your head into the pillow. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and echoing out of the room.
And now, if special guest Mitsuki didn't know about all of her son's shenanigans throughout the past couple of your months, your poor father could've been hearing his daughter get fucked by his step-son. Mitsuki, she's been prepared, cleaning up after her son's messes and making sure every single pair that he steals is in her dresser by the morning and making sure that even now, your dad was fully distracted downstairs, TV blaring against the noises coming out of your room. Her ego, probably stemmed into her son clearly as her own wetness started dripping out of her. Proud of being such a good mother to her son. She just skipped downstairs and fucked your dad on the living room couch as he begged her to stop so that the two of you couldn't see. What she would give to actually let you know everything about your son, to let you know all of the stuff her son's been doing to you behind your back. But it seems that you have everything together. The idea of the project becoming reality, you had earned so much money that you had sent everyone but yourself out of the house on vacation while you held a party in the house to show off your project. Katsuki, wished he was coming back to you in probably a new bed or new paints that you bought, but he didn't like seeing what was in front of him as the family pulled back into the driveway. Most of your stuff was in the driveway and he just grabbed his suitcase and a couple of his mother's as he shuffled into the house, eyes scanning for you.
He walked up the stairs and there, your door was open bedroom empty. he turned to look in the art room and there you were. You had been avoiding him since that morning, more due to the fact that what the two of you did was entirely wrong. He had something he really wanted to say but all that came off his tongue was "So, can I have that room yet?". You sighed and closing your last box you nodded.
"All yours... b-bro.." You stammered off pushing past him and out of the house. He was stunned when you moved past him, your final project in the house was actually amazing as it caught his eyes. You had made the colors on the floor stretch to the walls and you had actually broke the wall to the connect the rooms. Those colors stretched under to where your bed previously was and the room... was too spacious for him. He was, panicking? He went to go out after you, but you were gone, moving van and your car driving down the street and away from his neighborhood. He knows that actions always have consequence, but this a consequence that seemed to burn a hole in his heart. Even when he turned around to his mother's open arms, he just was empty but so overwhelmingly full. Just, full of emptiness.
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But I Do... Love You - Chapter Three
Author's Note (1): Hello! Here's our next chapter, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to all of my new followers who've been enjoying this story. I'm fairly new to Tumblr but I've been having a great time interacting with other creators and readers on here. Having never been part of a fandom before, I'm having a great time!
Author's Note (2): Previous chapters and my complete works...
MASTER LIST
But I Do...Love You - Chapter One
But I Do...Love You - Chapter Two*
Word Count: 3,279
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+, reference to bondage, a bit of dom!Steve vibes, slight overstimulation (?), erotica level explicit sex, fingering.
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Previously in Chapter Two...
“Uh-uh. I’m going to undress you,” he said.
Lust was even tighter inside of you, pulsing and throbbing, demanding relief.
“I could kill you right now, Steve.”
“How do you intend to get off if you do that? Because no vibrator is going to match what I can do. I think the sample you just had is enough to prove that.”
“Take me to bed,” you ordered.
Chapter Three: All The Way
Satisfaction flashed over Steve’s face. He stood up and scooped you into his arms. The layout of your apartments was similar enough that he could guess which door led to your room. Inside, the bed was still made from the day before and the curtains were drawn. Steve set you on your feet at the end of the bed and you found your knees were still weak, swaying into him.
His arms curled around your back, holding you up.
“I’ve got you, baby. Here,” Steve said.
He took a hold of your waist and guided you to lie on your back. Clever fingers found the hidden side zipper on the dress and he tugged it open, then shoved the thin straps off to reveal your lace bandeau bra. Steve exhaled at the sight, his eyes darting to yours as he pushed the bodice to your hips.
“I wondered what you’d look like here, and I have to say, reality is far better than my imagination.”
The words, delivered in a voice roughened by need but still gentle as the man you knew, sent a wave of heat through your body. Interestingly, it was your heart that melted. You reached behind your back for the clasp of the bra and peeled it off, tossing it towards the hamper. It missed by a mile.
Steve’s pupils gleamed in the low light and he dropped his head, arms pulling you close. His lips touched your neck. Teeth scraped over skin in a careful, restrained caress. He started low, following up the tendon along one side of your throat, nipping at the delicate skin, then soothing each sting with his tongue. You shivered, pressing closer, feeling your nipples rasp against the white cotton shirt he still wore. You wanted him to remove it but as his lips closed over your pulse point, sucking, your thoughts scattered. Steve groaned as he tilted his head and nuzzled the sensitive area underneath your jaw, finding it and then teasing with his tongue.
“Ah, Steve, please touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
His hands were on your hips, but finally, one of them moved up and settled over your ribs, cupping the flesh right underneath the curve of your breast. The move teasing, and you groaned as he continued to mark your neck. Just an inch upwards and he could cradle the aching mound in his hand. His thumb could swipe over your nipple and pinch the painfully tight bud. But he turned to the other side of your neck, moving down towards your sternum.
Damn Steve Rogers for having the patience of a saint and the mouth of a devil.
He made his way down your chest, kiss by kiss. By the time his mouth pressed against the swell of your breasts, they ached and felt twice as heavy as should. Your nipples were pebbled, coiled tighter than you’d believed possible. Fever had a hold of you, and you whimpered at the prospect of what was to come.
Steve cupped the soft flesh with one hand, lifting your breast to his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sent your hips jerking forward, moving towards him on instinct. He reacted as if he’d already known what you would do. He caught your hip with his free hand and pushed down, pressing you into the bed. Then he shoved his knee between your legs and the rough fabric of his jeans was ground into your exposed pussy. At the touch to your clit, a wave of passion flashed through you, making your entire body undulate. The reaction rocketed through you, too powerful to be restrained. It was almost embarrassing, the way you cried out.
Except that Steve growled into your breast and drew harder, rubbing his tongue over your velvety nipple. He was still impossibly tender, the hand on that held your breast caressing and stroking the sensitive underside even as he suckled. It was erotic, the way he took his time, enjoyment obvious in the thick erection that pressed against your leg. You felt as if he were everywhere as he laved and drew on your flesh, then nibbled with his teeth as you writhed against his thigh.
“Steve,” you whimpered.
“Hmm… so good, doll. You’re incredible. Love these breasts.”
He turned his head, letting his cheek rub over your chest as he turned to the untended breast, its nipple still aching and taunt. Steve palmed the saliva covered nipple on the other side, pressing his thigh harder into your core as he approached the second nipple as if it were his favorite dessert. Your body moved against him, unable to hold still when he was working utter magic on your breasts.
Steve let go when he’d nearly driven you to orgasm with just his mouth at your breast and his thigh grinding into your pussy. You were a moaning mess, crying again from the agony of being denied release. It felt like ages since he’d made you come on the couch. All that orgasm had done for you was make you hotter, it seemed.
“I think I want to taste that sweet little cunt again, baby doll.”
“No, I need you inside of me.”
The reprieve from his mouth gave you the chance for coherent thought. Undress him. That was it, that was all you could think. Your hands were tearing at the buttons of his shirt. Steve had other plans. He caught your hands, pushed them away, then grasped the fabric and ripped. Buttons scattered. And the golden skin of his chest, his incredible abdomen, was revealed. Your hands dove for flesh as soon as he’d opened his shirt. Steve’s chuckle was strained. As your hands stroked over his sweat dampened flesh - it was nice to know you weren’t the only one who was absolutely wrecked - he undid his belt.
Steve drew it through the loops, then slanted a look at you. He leaned away, off the bed and set the belt down on the nightstand, its buckle clinking against the wood.
“I’m leaving that there in case you decide to take control. We’re going slow our first time, because that’s how I want it. Stage a coup, sweetheart, and I’ll tie you to the headboard.”
“Steve…”
He silenced you with a kiss. “You can have anything you want, later. But I need to take my time with you. I’ve waited far too long and now I’m going to enjoy every second.”
You had to make him lose control. He was going to kill you at this pace.
Steve shoved off his pants, taking the boxers along with them. His erection was thick, flushed red with arousal and with a wide mushroom head. The slit was dripping with pre-cum as he threw the clothes on the floor and reached for your hips. He lifted you to peel off the dress that was still around your hips, sending it to join his clothing on the ground.
You caught him by the bicep as he settled, moving lower, towards your pussy again. Being eaten out twice in the same hour was a dream come true. Anyone would admit that. But you had more serious needs.
“Please, inside of me. I need your cock. I won’t be satisfied any other way.”
His mouth curled into a snarl, a feral heat burning through his eyes, taking you by surprise. He’d hidden this side of himself very well. Unless you’d seen the savage expression with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it could grace his handsome face. Steve growled.
He shoved your legs wider and brushed his fingers over your clit, making you quiver, then probed at your entrance. Two fingers pushed inside with ease thanks to the slick cream he’d drawn from you earlier. He teased the narrow slit of your body open and it eagerly accepted his fingers. At the feel of your pussy clenching, Steve’s lashes lowered, his blue eyes going hot. His expression was triumphant, wicked, and hungry.
Your entire body throbbed as his fingers moved. His thumb brushed over your clit and you swirled your hips, silently begging for more.
“Oh, yes. Yes, just like that. Steve!”
He figured out what to do in seconds. Your body tightened, muscles spasming in involuntary movements as he found your sweet spot and worked it with a vicious pace that made you scream for more.
His name poured from your lips as you struggled. For or against the climax, you weren’t sure. A final shred of sanity warned you that this peak he was pushing you towards was about to diminish everything that had come before. But your body was taking what he gave without question, lapping it up and begging for more as your pussy soaked his hand. Your hips were bucking, riding his fingers as he curled them, rubbed, teased, and made your legs shake with pleasure.
Your heart was pounding like it was trying to free itself from your chest. Heat burned in your veins, sweat poured from your body as the orgasm neared.
As if from a distance, you heard yourself scream. The orgasm erupted. Your hips surged, flying up into his hand. Desperate and wild with all control stripped away, you shuddered and mewled as the orgasm crashed through you like a torrent ripping through a dam, shredding and destroying as it burst across your senses.
Steve held your hips down with an arm over your lower belly, anchoring you in place. His fingers caressed your fluttering walls, as his hold gave you something to center yourself on while he threw you over each crest of pleasure. You were a mass of quaking muscle when the climax finally eased. Tears kept coming and you could feel your chest shaking with sobs.
He was there, settling his body over you, kissing your wet cheeks.
“That’s my good girl.”
The words made you tremble. Already overstimulated from the brutal release, you shuddered when the head of his cock rubbed over your slit, gliding faintly against your clit. When your body stiffened at the contact, Steve grunted. His hands went to your legs as they tried to close, to protect you from further assault of pleasure. The muscles of your thighs were quivering as Steve pushed them wider.
When you jerked and whimpered, he hushed you.
“It’s okay, doll. I’m right here. I’ll fill you up, just like I promised.”
Your groan was part relief and part alarm. You needed it, but you were so far past your physical limit…
Steve’s lips pressed tenderly to your forehead.
“Such a good girl. I’m here. You’re doing so well for me. I’ve opened this pussy right up. It’s so pretty, just glistening and soaked, and ready to take me.”
The broad head of his cock slotted itself at your entrance. A helpless mewl came from your throat, its pitch lower than you were used to hearing from yourself.
“Ah, love that sound. Let me hear you, darling. I want you to give me every little whimper and cry as I fill this sweet, creamy pussy for the first time.”
He raised up on his knees, positioning himself. With a careful thrust, he pushed inside. At the feeling of being stretched, you gasped. He was hot and thick as he pressed deeper. You rolled your hips to accommodate his invasion. Steve’s hands grasped at your hips, lifting you as they slid underneath to cradle your bottom. He grunted when your body clamped down as he stroked over your G-spot.
“Relax for me, baby,” Steve crooned.
“I’m trying… ah, it feels good!”
He rocked back, almost withdrawing, and then slid into your heat once more. This time when you clenched, he was ready. Steve thrust again, parting your body. The iron hard intrusion pushed apart your trembling channel, and you gasped. Your head fell back and your back arched as he rooted himself deeper than you’d ever felt a man before.
“Oh!” Your nails dug into his biceps as he hovered over you.
“Too much?”
“S’good. So good, please move,” you begged.
Steve smiled gently down at you.
“Alright, doll.”
He dropped his head and took your mouth as he moved his hips. A few more slow thrusts cleaved you apart and then he surged hard, seating himself fully inside of you. Your mewled cry was shocked as you realized that he’d not already been all the way inside. There had been more, even when he’d felt impossibly deep. Now sheathed so that you could feel his pubic bone pressed against your clit, you moaned. He was huge, and you’d taken all of him. The sensations were pleasant, but there was still a vague feeling of impalement at how deep he was.
“You’re okay? I wasn’t too rough?” his voice was raspy, strained as he held himself completely still.
“I’m...Ah…”
Words were having difficulty forming when the head of his cock was nestled all the way in the back of your pussy. The weight of him inside your body was incredible.
“Please, Steve…!”
He rolled slowly back and then pushed deep. Your body answered for you, convulsing at his tender movements.
“That’s it, squeeze down on me just like that. Tell me how it feels.”
“Incredible…” your voice was little more than a whisper as his lethargic pace stole the air from your lungs.
Steve moved, quickening his pace as he saw you were comfortable. Soon your hips were snapping to meet his thrusts. Filthy moans fell from your lips, unstoppable, as desire streaked through your body. Your pussy quivered around his cock and you keened as he rode you harder.
He took your wrists and raised your arms, stretching them over your head, before tangling your fingers together. On top of you, with his hips moving in a smooth rhythm, his weight added another dimension to your pleasure. Your clit was ground into his pelvic bone with each rocking thrust. Steve was losing some of the tight control he’d shown earlier, moaning into your ear as he fucked you even harder. His hands flexed in yours as he held you down. Your muscles fluttered around him as he sank deeper, hitting a sweet spot so far inside of you it had gone undiscovered until today.
“Steve!”
“You like that, doll? You like me stretching you out, pushing against your cervix?”
Your eyes flew open, going wide. He was where?
He withdrew halfway and then thrust hard, deep, cleaving you apart and jolting your body higher on the bed with the force he used. And when the tip of his cock hit the back, you finally felt it. The sting of discomfort and the ripple of intense pleasure. Your hands jerked in his grasp.
“Steve!!”
“You do like it. Put your legs around me, cross your ankles. I’m going to fuck you real good. Gonna make you scream for me.”
He moved back a little, releasing his grip on your hands as you followed his instructions. With your legs around him, your clenching walls pulled him even deeper, making you shiver as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. The shock wave made you grind into him, whining out helpless noises of pleasure when he sank his weight into the move. You tugged at your hands, trying to get him to let you loose so you could hold him, but he snarled. His grip tightened, so you felt your hands sting from the pressure.
Steve’s classically handsome face turned feral again, his lip curling over teeth and the muscle in his jaw twitching.
“Don’t. Move. Your. Hands.”
You froze, shocked by his rough command. Seeing the flash of vulnerability, he softened and bent to flutter a tender kiss to your swollen mouth.
“I want you to stay just as you are, doll. Keep your hands up, if you can’t I’ll tie them to the headboard with my belt, okay?”
Your pussy clenched, and he hissed. His eyes sparked with knowledge.
“It seems like that is okay with you.”
He sat back, putting the weight on his knees as he let go of your hands. His sharp gaze warned you not to move as he smoothed his palms down your body, petting your nipples and caressing the tender skin of your breasts.
His roughened skin was tantalizing as it stoked your belly and then stopped at your hips. His hands sank lower, and he cupped your ass, raising your lower half off the bed. With your legs around his waist, the penetration sank farther into your body until you quivered just from having him this deep.
It was instinctive to grab for him. His hand smacked across your ass, stinging.
“Oh!”
Your startled cry made him smile.
“I said don’t move, and I meant it. Hands up.”
You let your wrists fall back and tried to relax as your pulse raced, faster than a hummingbird’s wings.
His hips lunged forward, shoving into you, striking hard and deep. The forceful thrusts continued, sending wave after wave of pleasure streaking through your veins. Heat built, tension coiled, and your body responded, the feelings wilder than ever after being primed with two orgasms. He held your hips, controlling the angle he wanted, finding the deepest way to root himself into your body. It was heaven. Your hips undulated at each piston of his cock, your legs trembling as he kept a steady rhythm. It was powerful and raw, the way he was controlling your body. He was demanding what he needed, and at your surrender, he greedily took it from you.
Then he moved to hold you up with one arm as his hand dove between your legs to find your clit as he increased the pace. His thrusts quickened, but he still moved with the brutal force that made you shake. With your legs around him, and your hands positioned overhead for fear that he’d stop if you moved them, all you could do was take it.
“Fuck, you’re going tight around my cock, baby.”
A shrill cry broke from your throat as he leaned forward, fingers swirling on your soaked clit, and pounded. You’d thought before he was wild. But now he let go and the bed frame shook as he let you feel the full force of his body. Steve groaned and his movements stuttered, going slightly off pace. But his fingers on your overstimulated clit kept swirling, driving you towards orgasm.
“Give me one more, honey. Come on my cock.”
You screamed as passion ignited, then burst. Climax ripped up your spine, and you arched your back, your hips jerking and your toes curling. As your channel seized, your legs shook and soon quivers ran all the way to your feet.
“Steve…” his name was a gasp as you panted through your exertion.
He rubbed your clit more firmly, sending your climax skyrocketing. His voice was distant as blood rushed through your head and you keened from pleasure so intense it felt as if you were dying. Steve took advantage, driving deep. He rooted himself so far inside that all you could feel was him. Nothing else existed. His face above you was set in lines of strain.
“Baby, I’m going to…” he broke off, shuddered, and you felt the release against your womb.
The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You gasped and your body trembled, toes curling again. Steve groaned and slumped forward, covering your body with his, burying his forehead into your neck. His breath was hot and ragged against your neck. He pressed himself close as the sensations faded and you wrapped him in your arms.
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But I Do… I Love You - Chapter Four
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middleearthpixie · 2 years
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Damaged Goods ~ Chapter Forty-One
Author's Note: Just a reminder that this story takes place following the events of the miniseries Stay Close and will contain spoilers.
Updates to this story will be slower than usual because I've been dealing with the death of a close relative and haven't been able to write much. But there is still some story left and it will get written/posted - I'm just not entirely certain when. Thank you so much for understanding. 💜
Title: Damaged Goods
Fandom: Stay Close
Pairings: Ray Levine x OC female Theodora (Theo) Bailey
Summary: Following the events of Stay Close, Ray Levine has come to the US to begin a new life and is staying with Theo Bailey, the friend of a friend, who is quickly becoming his best friend and Ray is starting to wonder if there isn’t something more there between them.
Like Ray, Theo has her own demons and although she wonders the same thing about Ray, fear of repeating past mistakes keep her from moving forward. Or do they? Somehow, these two damaged people will come together and discover that maybe—just maybe—second chances are worth the risk.
Theo’s first night in England is anything but restful… and not in the good way.
Warnings: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,727
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Previous chapters can be found here and AO3
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After Fester left, Theo signed as she sank into the soft leather sofa and leaned her head back. It was barely eight o’clock, but she felt as if she’d been awake for at least a week straight. From her vantage point, she watched Ray at the sink, washing up what few dishes they’d used. His back was to her, and she sighed at the sight. He looked amazing in Levi’s, his dark red tee shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. It made trying to stay awake a little less of a fight.
He seemed far more comfortable since they’d landed on English soil, more relaxed. At least here, he could let what happened with Scott fade into his past, just as the bruise on his jaw finally faded after nearly a month.
“You still awake out there?” he called without looking over his shoulder.
“Barely, but yes.”
The taps squeaked as he shut the water off and he turned, drying his hands on a dishtowel. “Why don’t we go up and try to get some sleep?”
“It’s like, ten after eight.”
He came into the living room and caught her by the hands to pull her to her feet. “And we’ve been up since yesterday morning. That’s what? Thirty-six hours? And I know you didn't sleep on the plane, so, you’ve got to be just about done in.”
“I am and done in doesn’t even begin to describe it.” She let him drag her up, then sagged against him. “I’m beyond beat.”
“Come on. A warm, comfortable bed awaits you, along with a warm, comfortable man.”
“Oh, I like how that sounds.”
“I thought you might.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head, then stepped back to catch her hand. “Come along, love.”
He led her up the narrow staircase (were all English staircases this narrow?) and down the short hallway to the master bedroom, which was larger than the one she’d slept in back in New Jersey. Like below, two walls—behind and alongside the large, comfortable-looking bed—were a bold color, in the case a deep blue, while the other two walls and trim were white. A dark blue duvet covered the bed, the shams and pillowcases were also dark blue, and the air held a hint of staleness, as if no one had been in there in a long time. “I assume Fester slept below?”
“I think so. It’s usually where I ended up crashing most nights as well,” he said, closing the door by behind him. “It was easier than navigating the stairs when I was fucking pissed.”
She smiled. “You don’t mean that the way Americans mean it, do you?”
“You’re catching on,” he said with a wink. “This might surprise you, but the staircases in this flat are not meant for a drunk to navigate.”
“I’m not sure they’re meant for someone sober to navigate, either.”
“That’s because you, my love, are an American and you are used to everything being very large.” As he spoke, he closed the space between them and slid his arms about her waist. “You’ll adapt.”
“Or I’ll fall down the stairs until I do.”
“You’ll be fine. Just don’t try navigating them drunk.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She draped her arms about his neck, letting her fingers slip through the hair curling over his collar. He needed a haircut, bu she wasn’t about to point it out. She rather liked him scruffy. As she looked up at him, she asked, “Are you glad to be back here?”
“I am, yes.” His fingers swept lightly along her back, which really only added to the drowsiness swirling through her. “And I know it’s a shock to your system, but I’m hoping in time you’ll be comfortable here.”
“I’ll adapt.”
He bent to kiss her, but before their lips met, she yawned, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, Ray… I’m beat.”
“Yeah, me, too, and let’s face it, I really don’t want to disappoint you, so maybe we have our wedding night tomorrow night?”
She nodded. “I think that is a perfect solution.”
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Despite her exhaustion, Theo didn't sleep well at all. The sounds were different. The bed was different. The pillows were different. The room was different. The only familiar thing was Ray’s arm warm about her. She lay there in the dark, her back warm from being pressed flush against his chest, as the city came to life slowly below them. It was noisier there than in Point Pleasant, with the city sounds of blasting car horns, public buses, and just general people noise that Point Pleasant in the winter did not have.
The shadows on the walls unnerved her, stretching and moving as the traffic on Lescart Street ebbed and flowed. Ray snored softly behind her, which didn't do much to aid her in sleeping, either.
She missed her drafty apartment with its rattling pipes and the Montforts upstairs. Ray had neither upstairs nor downstairs neighbors and his apartment was far quieter, despite the traffic noise. Her eyes stung as homesickness washed over her. It was so stupid—she was where she wanted to be, with the man she wished to be with—her husband. And yet, there she was, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes to soak into the pillowcase.
Her breath hitched despite her effort to prevent it and it was just enough to disturb Ray, who lifted his head and murmured, “Theo? What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” she whispered, hurriedly swiping at her eyes. “Go back to sleep.”
His arm tightened about her. “Bad dream, love?”
“S-something like that.”
His head sank back onto the pillow. “Tell me about what you dreamed.”
“I—I don’t remember it.”
“If you have another nightmare, wake me,” he murmured.
“I will.”
His fingertips brushed lightly against her stomach, then that arm tightened about her to pull her flush against him. His breath came warm and soft against the back of her head. Within minutes, he’d fallen back to sleep, and she waited a bit longer, then carefully eased out from beneath his arm and slid to the edge of the bed. She waited a moment, to see if he’d stir again, and when he didn’t, she rose and grabbed the first thing she could reach—a dark blue hoodie lying in the chair closest to his bed—and drew it on, then stood.
As quietly as she could, Theo crept from his bedroom, down that godawful narrow staircase, and padded into the kitchen. The refrigerator was smaller than the one she was used to, but Fester made sure the staples were there and she wondered if Ray had told him to make sure there was cocoa powder on the counter next to his stove because in the weeks leading up to their move, she’d had trouble sleeping and night after night, he came out to find her at the breakfast bar with a cup of hot chocolate.
It took her a few minutes to find a saucepan (Ray kept them—two pots—and his frying pan—singular—in the oven. She had the feeling she would melt them all one day when she turned on the oven without remembering to take them out first) but once she did, it was only a few minutes before she was back in the living room, mug in hand, perusing the books on the top shelf (mostly World War II related), the CDs below it, the albums on the bottom shelf (classic rock, no surprise there) and with a sigh, she ventured down into his workspace. That was where she’d find his true self, among the photographs and memorabilia he’d collected in his travels around the world.
She wasn’t disappointed. Down there, it was like being surrounded by him. From his photographs (she tried to squint the Cassie ones into oblivion, but that led to the beginning of a massive headache, so with a sigh, she stopped) to the books on war journalists and war photojournalists, she realized that he really hid very little from her. And as she sank into the well-appointed leather chair at his desk, she swiveled it around and stared up at collage that took up almost the entire wall behind his desk.
She sipped her hot chocolate as she studied the life he’d broadcasted on that wall—from childhood, to probably right before he left Blackpool last fall. From the looks of it, he been bitten by the photography bug as a child, and as he matured, so did his art.
Cassie had finally stopped calling him, but Theo wondered if that would start up again now that he was back on her side of the ocean? She looked down at the amethyst ring, with the platinum wedding ring snug against it and smiled. It didn't matter any longer and Theo didn’t care. Cassie should regret her actions for the rest of her days, she should stew in them, because Theo would never forgive her for the hell she’d put Ray through. She didn't care what Cassie’s excuse was, she deserved to spend the rest of her days kicking herself for blowing it with him. Regret was too good for her and Theo didn’t care how petty that made her. Besides, no one else would know she thought that, so she was allowed to be petty.
A soft creak on the stairs startled her and she spun about to see Ray, dressed in only a pair of gray sweatpants, frozen, a sheepish, if sleepy, smile on his lips as he said, “Sorry about that. I heard you get up, but then you didn't come back to bed. What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep. New bed. New apartment. New country.”
“You should’ve woken me.”
“Nah. You’re home. You earned a good night’s sleep. Besides, I got to snoop through all of your stuff, so…”
He stepped off the bottom riser, scratching his chest as he came up along side her chair and crouched. “Are you all right?”
“I will be. I’m just a fish out of water right now, but I’ll be okay.” She gestured toward the collage with her mug. “These are all amazing, you know. Is that your parents?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought as much. You look like your mother.”
“I do, I know.” Sadness flashed through his eyes. “She died four years ago.”
“Oh, Ray… I’m sorry.”
“I wish she could see this. She nagged me for years to get married, but hated the idea of my marrying Cassie. She thought Cassie was nowhere near good enough for her son, or so she liked to tell me.”
Theo brought the mug up to her lips, saying, “I’d have to agree with your mother. She wasn’t,” before taking a sip.
“Yeah, well, telling me that didn’t make me go out and break things off with her, you know. But,” his eyes softened as his hand came to rest on her thigh, “I think she wouldn’t have found you lacking, love. In fact, she’d probably have thought it great fun that I married an American woman. And you’d have won her over in a heartbeat. She liked strong women. She was strong women. She and my dad split up when I was twelve and she raised me on her own.”
“Sounds familiar. And I wish I could have met her. I’d like to thank her for you.”
“I like to think she knows.”
“You think there’s something else out there,” Theo wiggled her fingers at him, “out there, beyond the veil?”
“Some days I do and some, I don’t. Like, she knows I’ve found you, and I’m happy with you.” As he spoke, he trailed his fingers higher up along her thigh. “But, she doesn’t know the things that go through my head when I see you dressed like this, or the things I want to do to you when I see you dressed like this, no matter how tired I am.”
Her entire body went warm at the invitation in his deep voice, at the gentle swish of his fingertips along her inner thigh. “It’s probably best if she doesn’t know those things,” she concurred, fighting to keep the sigh from her voice. “I think she’d like me less if she thought I’d led her little boy astray.”
“Probably.”
“So, let’s not go into any details until we’re sure she’s not around.”
“Sneak around like teenagers?” He winked. “I can do that.”
“You’re nuts, you know that?”
He chuckled, then rose and leaned in to brush her lips with his, then crouched once more. “There’s so much I want to show you, love.” He slowly eased the chair about so she faced him. “Starting with our boardwalk.”
“Why do I think it will not compare to my boardwalk?”
“Oh, I think it will.”
“Really?”
“You think America has the market cornered on crazy?” He shook his head. “You’ll see.”
“Who said anything about crazy? My boardwalk has character.”
“Theo.”
“It does. But, I’m sure yours has all the crazy.”
He smiled. “Why don’t you come back up to bed?”
“I’m awake now. There’s no point.” She sipped her hot chocolate and added, “How long do you think it’ll take before I sound like all of you?”
“Truth? I hope you don’t ever sound like us. I happen to like the way you sound now, you know.” He winked. “Your accent is really very sexy.”
“Oh, now I know you’re lying.”
“I’m not. I love it. You sound as if you could kick anyone’s ass here if they aren’t careful. Badass, I believe is the American word for it?”
She just stared at him. “Are you fucking with me? Because I think you’re fucking with me.”
“I swear to you, love, I am not fucking with you. That’s how you sound to me.” His hand came to rest on her bare thigh. “If you were cold enough to steal my hoodie, why didn’t you put on sweats as well?”
“I wasn’t really cold,” she confessed softly. “I just wanted to wear this. You’re the only thing familiar to me right now, Ray.”
“You feel that lost?”
She nodded slowly. “I do, yeah.”
His eyes softened as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’ve only been here a few hours. And I know it’s a huge shock. Believe me, I know. And I know patience isn’t exactly your strong suit, but you have to be patient, Theo.”
“Oh, I know, and I don’t want you to think I don’t want to be here, either. I’m just a baby.”
“You aren’t, either and I don’t think that.” His knees made a strange crackling sound as he stood and drew her up from the chair. “So, come back to bed and I’ll try to think of some way to tire you out.”
She smiled as she slid her arms about his waist and let her head come to rest on his warm chest. “One of those ways that would get me into trouble with your mother?”
With her ear pressed to his chest, his laughter was a low rumble. “Something like that.”
“You know what I’d like?” She craned her neck to peer up at him.
“What’s that, love?”
“To just go up and snuggle. It’s all I really have energy for right now.”
“You sure? I could probably perk you up a little.”
“I’m sure, Ray. It’s been such a long day.”
“You win, love. But, you’ll owe me.”
“Ray!”
“What?”
“Ray.”
“What?”
“Owe you?”
“Well, yeah. Married almost two days and we still haven’t consummated it? That’s got to be against some law somewhere.”
“Ray!”
He smiled and brushed her lips with his once more. “I suppose one more night won’t kill me.”
“That’s mighty big of you, Mr. Levine.” She gazed up at him. “I love you, Ray.”
He smiled. “I know. And I love you back, Theo. Come on, let’s go back to bed so we can… cuddle.”
“It’s not that bad, you know.”
“Can we at least be naked?” he asked with a hint of hopefulness. “Because that means there might be a chance Ray gets some tonight.”
“Ray!”
He grinned as he caught her by the hand and tugged on her arm. “It was worth a shot.”
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ofstarsandvibranium · 3 years
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Shall I Count the Ways: XL
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader
Summary: You and Spencer are best friends. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you, but neither of you know it nor decide to tell the other about their feelings. All the love is there, just hidden in the things you say and the things you do with one another.
A/N: IT'S FINALLY HAPPENIIIIIINNNGG!!!
Shall I Count the Ways Masterlist
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40. “Shut up and kiss me”
Things with Spencer have been...good. His mom is now at a home where she's being treated well, he took up a part time job lecturing at the college. And with you? Well, things are really looking up.
Ever since the whole prison situation, Spencer has been tired of hiding his feelings for you. He's been adamant on spending more and more time with you, when his schedule allows it.
He's slept over a few times, originally in your guest room, but recently in your bed. Due to his nightmares and just wanting to feel safer with you around.
He had slept over the previous night. Coming from a lecture, going straight to Florida for a case, and then to you because he wanted to see you. You two had stayed up late, chatting over coffee in your living room while a movie played in the background. You'd cuddled into his side and he kissed your head endearingly.
When he let out a yawn, you immediately got up and ordered him to get ready for bed. He listened, of course, he always listens to you.
He came out of the bathroom and saw you laying on your side of the bed and "his side" of the bed calling to him. He slipped under the covers and you immediately scoot closer to him, wrapping an arm around him and nuzzling your face into his chest.
Spencer was always surprised by how warm your were.
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When you woke up the next morning, Spencer was already awake. You give him a tired smile and murmured, "Mornin', Speedy."
"Good morning, bubs," he mumbled back. He moved some hair out of your face and you leaned into his touch.
You sigh and begin to scoot away and Spencer's brow furrowed, "What's wrong?"
"I have morning breath."
Spencer gives a soft chuckle and takes hold of your wrist to prevent you from moving farther away, "Did you know that there are anywhere between 500 and 1,000 different kinds of bacteria in our mouths. Babies' mouths are free of bacteria at birth. However, bacteria is transferred into their mouths-"
You press your fingers to his lips and whisper, "Shut up and kiss me."
With no hesitation, Spencer cups your face and closes the distance. His lips move against yours and you feel like fireworks are going off in your head and heart.
Spencer then pulls away, slightly out of breath, "I've been waiting to do that for...over nearly a decade."
"So have I?"
Spencer breaks out into a big smile, "Do you think you can take the day off? I want to take you out on a date."
"I think I can make some time for you," you respond with a chuckle and lean in to kiss Spencer again.
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simpforsnape · 3 years
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Sincerely Yours.
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Severus Snape x OC/Reader
wordcount: 1191
warnings: minor typos, more plot. enjoy.
Credit to the creator of this gif.
Previous - Next
Chapter 13
Twelve years ago.
Ivory appeared in what seemed to be a room. It took her a moment to realize where she was. The room was dark, but it was surrounded by burning candles that sat all over.
A noise caught her attention as she soon turned to see a woman propped up on the bed. In her arms laid a newborn.
It was her mother Anah, and herself when she was a baby.
Anah was cooped up against her child placing multiple kisses against her cheek.
“You're so beautiful my little Princesse.”
Her lips mumbled against the baby's forehead.
“My little Ivory..”
Anah praised her baby.
“Ivory Aria Vaneraries Snape . It fits doesn't it?” She snickered while she spoke to her child.
A smile peered on the girl's face as she watched the moment happen. From the looks of it, Anah seemed happy with her. She caught the very last, last name. Snape? Why did it sound familiar?
The doors to her room opened rapidly catching Ivory’s attention. About five people marched into the room. There stood her grandfather, grandmother, aunt, and two house-elves that served the Vaneraries.
“Anah.. It's time my love.” Mally spoke with a quiet voice as she settled next to her daughter. Anah held on to the child tightly.
“I-I’m not ready to let her go..”
Jayhen, her father gave a vociferous sigh. It was clear that he was upset. It was written all over his brown wrinkled face.
“Anahstacia. I've given you three days to say your goodbyes to this child. Now, we must do exactly as we planned and send her off with Maykaylah. It's the only way we can keep.. this situation.. Under control.”
May stood near her father as she slowly began to walk to Anah.
“Anah, come on. We don't have time for this.”
She shook her head again as the tears soon formed in her eyes.
“No, she's my baby, my responsibility! I can't let her go... Severus-”
“Must.not.know. It's bad enough that you've cultivated with that half-blood.” Jayhen expressed with his hands tucked at his sides. He stood there emotionless.
“Jayhen, you've said enough,” Mally uttered as she glanced back at Anah.
“My dear, you have to let her go..”
The tears began to stream down her face. She couldn't let her child go. Not now, Merlin, not ever.
Even within three days, It showed Anah how much she truly loved her child.
May’s hand grasped down to gently pull the babe away from Anah.
“No..”
She still held onto Ivory as her mother grabbed her arms to pull her back.
“Anah, please..”
“No I-I can't.. That's my baby.. I can't lose her! I can't lose another child!” She whimpered still fighting with her sister. May eventually grabbed whole to the child as she wrapped her tight in the clothe that was containing her.
“Please give me my baby back!” Her weep grew louder as she shifted out of the bed with her mother still holding her back.
“Maykaylah, take care of her..” Jayhen spoke giving his youngest daughter a look.
May shook her head at his command.
“Enrona, Berius.. Take them to.. you know where..”
“Yes, Master Jayhen.” The older elf bowed in respect ushering Enrona to come along. In a blink of an eye, the four of them were gone.
Anah was becoming a sobbing mess as she held herself in full distraught. They took her away.
“Why.. Why did you have to take my baby!”
“That Half-blood child?.. She will do nothing but bring dishonor to this family Anahstacia. You know this.”
“She’s an infant! She knows nothing! All you care about is bloodlines! You don't know what she will become when she grows up. Hell, you can’t stop me from going and getting her back right now!”
Anah shot back causing the older man to frown. It was obvious that his daughter wouldn't let this go.
“Maltevin Hasbro.” He muttered. He cursed Anah.
“Until the child turns Twelve. You will not see her. Only through photographs, violate this. You die.”
Bitterness coursed through her veins.
“Drop dead.”
The words fell off of her lips like nothing. How could he?!
His face remained the same, unbothered.
“You will leave this house by dawn. You are to never set foot in this house again .”
The memory was beginning to fade. Ivory watched as their faces withered into nothing bringing her back to reality.
She stood away from the Pensieve turning to see Anah standing on the side, waiting for her.
“Do you.. understand now..?” Anah questioned hesitantly after catching her daughter's gaze. There were tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her waist once again as she let off a soft sob.
“Mom.. I'm so sorry..” She whispered into the woman's shirt.
“It’s not your fault, my love.” She brought one of her hands up to the back of her head, holding her child close.
“It’s done and over with..” She murmured which caused Ivory to pull away again.
“So.. This Snape man.. He's my father?..”
Silence filled Anah.
“Your Mum will explain all of this later neicey, Right now let's get you off to sleep. But first, let's gets you sorted into your house.”
It was mentioned over letters between the two sisters. Ivory would become a student at Hogwarts and live with Anahstacia after the curse had ended.
“Dumbledore, if you would be so kind and do the honors..” May replied.
Ivory was ushered to a seat once again as the Elder Wizard approached her, holding nothing but a hat.
It was soon placed on her head.
“Hm..” The sorting hat expressed.
“I’ve seen a mind as wide as yours before..”
It continued.
“Ah yes, I know exactly where to place you, Ravenclaw!”
Sweet and simple. It's like Ivory was a replica of Anah. She had yet to show her father's traits.
“Perfect..” Anah smiled as the hat was soon removed from Ivory.
“Off we go Iv, We have a big today tomorrow.” May ushered at the child. Ivory gave one last hug to her mother. Anah placed a gentle kiss on her head.
“Sleep well my sweet, I will see you in the morrow.”
“Love you mom..”
“I love you more, my princess..”
Maykaylah and Ivory left the office soon after leaving Dumbledore and Anah. He returned the hat to its proper place as he then turned to the young witch who stood there. Lost in her thoughts.
“Albus. How do I tell him?”
He settled at his desk with his attention on her.
“It will come fluently, my dear. Do not fret. Now, if you don't mind.. There are things I must attend to.”
“Goodnight Sir.”
“Farwell, Anahstacia..”
She bid him a bow leaving out of his office now heading down to the dungeons. The heart in her chest was pounding. How would Severus react? Would he leave.. again? Maybe she should wait? Give it time Anah. It will be reviled in due time.
She arrived in the dungeons quicker than she thought. She stopped in front of the door before giving out one gentle sigh.
“I’ll tell him.. eventually..”
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cocastyle · 4 years
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Christmas Miracle
Pairing - Stanley Uris x reader
Word Count - 5,591
A/N - just a cute Christmas piece for my boy Stan :)) if anyone else has a Christmas request they would like written, just let me know! I write for so many fandoms so you can check out my master list for character ideas!
Request - could you do a Stan x reader with enemies to lovers but with slight Christmas au pls? @nikitty-to-the-rescue
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Mike Hanlon let out a sigh as he set the heavy crate he was carrying down on the ground, slowly standing back up and lifting his hand to wipe at the beads of sweat that had collected on his forehead from the afternoon work on the farm. He didn't pause for long, knowing that the sooner he got done the sooner he could go hang out with his friends.
But the moment he went to grab the crate he was instantly dropping it again, a voice behind him calling out, "Still always working I see."
The crate hit the ground with a loud bang, but Mike didn't even wince as he turned to the owner of the voice, his eyes widening at the sight of his best friend Y/N L/N who he hadn't seen since the previous summer.
"Y/N?" Mike whispered in disbelief. The girl shyly nodded and Mike couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud in excitement before he was running over to the girl, his arms wrapping around her as he spun her around.
Joyous laughter filled the air as the two best friends hugged and Mike was quick to put her down so that he could look at her face. He couldn't help but notice that she had changed in the past year, definitely having grown into her features more and looking as beautiful as ever.
"Look at you, all grown up," Mike teased as he pinched the girl's cheek. Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy and blushed slightly as she smacked his hands away. This only made Mike laugh before he quickly pulled her in for another hug.
Y/N and Mike had been best friends since they were in diapers, the two's families being very close. That meant both automatically had a best friend from day one and the two were so close that they were practically siblings. They were all the other had and for the past year Y/N had been at a private, all girls, boarding school, but she was finally back.
"I've missed you so much," Mike whispered as he hugged the girl tight, trying desperately to hold back the tears as he thought about everything that had happened in the past year— getting bullied by Bowers and his gang, having to deal with the stress of his family, and the events that had happened with It and his new group of friends that called themselves the Losers' Club.
"I've missed you too, Mikey," Y/N said with a smile. She then let out a small gasp before pulling away and gripping onto the boy's arm. "Guess what? You'll never have to be alone again because my parents have decided I don't have to go back to that shitty school again!"
"Woah, seriously?" Mike asked, his eyes widening with excitement. "Y/N, that's great!"
"I know! You don't know how awful it was, Mike. I can't wait to get to spend my time back here in Derry. It will be just like old times," Y/N said.
Mike's smile dropped slightly before he began to scratch the back of his neck. He gave the girl a nervous smile. "Actually, I-I met some people. . .um. . .made some new friends," Mike explained.
Y/N's face fell at that, "Oh."
"But don't worry! They will love you," Mike assured her.
Y/N gave him a confused look. "You want me to meet your friends?" she asked.
"Of course I do. You're my best friend, are you not? They deserve to get to meet the person whose kept my head on my body for this long," Mike joked as he nudged the girl.
Y/N smiled softly at that before nodding her head. "Yeah, okay. I would love to meet them," she said, Mike's smile widening at her answer before he was hugging her again.
Agreeing to meet Mike's friends had been Y/N's first mistake. It's not that she didn't love his friends because she did and the Losers had even been quick to accept her into their group.
Of course there was Mike who was her best friend and like her brother. Then there was Ben who was the sweetest human being she had ever met. There was Bill who was her second closest friend and who was the leader of the group.
Next was Beverly who was the first female friend that Y/N had ever had and who was practically her sister. Then there was Richie and Eddie who were like her brothers, the two being so protective of the girl and dragging her along to all sorts of things like the arcade and the carnival.
It was just one of the Losers that she seemed to have a problem with and who made it their personal job to make her life a living hell—Stanley Uris.
So it wasn't meeting Mike's friends that had been the mistake. It was meeting Stanley Uris that had been the mistake.
Y/N didn't know what it was, but the two never seemed to get along. In all honesty, Y/N had actually been star struck the moment she saw the boy, having never thought she had seen a boy as beautiful as the curly haired boy who she found out to be named Stanley Uris. But the moment he opened his mouth, a scowl appearing on his face as he complained to Mike about bringing Y/N along was the moment their feud had begun.
Not that Y/N didn't think Stan was attractive because she still thought he was probably the most gorgeous boy she had ever met, but his attitude towards her was enough to prevent her from having any sort of feelings towards him except for hatred.
Or at least that's what she thought it was. Because why would she have any sort of feelings towards the boy when he was so rude to her. It was impractical!
Y/N found herself arguing with Stan more than half of the time whenever the group hung out as a whole. One of them always seemed to find something to pick at the other for before their side comments became a full blown argument, both sides going red faced as they practically yelled at each other.
The Losers found it extremely annoying and would constantly tell the two to just kiss to ease the sexual tension that was obviously present, but that would only make the two even more red before they got into another argument about how they would never date someone like either of them.
One of the things that most annoyed Y/N was that Stan thought he was better than her and that everything he said was correct. Y/N couldn't even joke about something before Stan was saying something about how wrong she was and embarrassing her in front of the others.
For Stan, the thing that most annoyed him was the fact that Y/N refused to call him anything other than his full name. And the way she said it. Oh, the way she said it drove him crazy. "Stan-ley," she would say, making sure to pronounce each part of his name so that he was well aware she was calling him his full name. He never found something more annoying than when she did that.
Y/N knew this drove him crazy which is why she continued to call him that. Although a small part of her just loved the way his name sounded, but she would never ever admit that.
The feud between Y/N and Stan was one that went on for years, starting the year that Y/N came back from boarding school when they were thirteen and still continuing to present day when the two had finally reached the age of seventeen.
Y/N would be lying if she said she loved arguing with Stan. In fact, all she had ever wanted from the boy was to just be friends. After all, she had been in awe the first time she met him, so being his friend had always been a secret wish on her wish list that no one knew of. But she had promised herself that if Stan was to continue being rude and throwing hateful comments her way then she would return them.
She had tried the whole being nice to him thing, but that had only made him more flustered and the comments only more spiteful, so all Y/N could do was hope and wait until that one day when Stanley might change his attitude around.
She just had no idea when that day would come.
And on that cold winter's eve, Stan's attitude was the least of Y/N's worries. She was walking through the snow, tears streaming down her face as she hugged her Secret Santa for Beverly close to her body.
Her car was in the shop and her parents were at work so she had to walk through the snow. That had been a big mistake because she had been walking through town and towards Mike's farm house when she had the misfortune of running into Henry Bowers and his gang.
Bowers and Y/N had always had a weird relationship. Henry knew that Y/N was friends with Mike, so he automatically would give her the same treatment as he did the boy. But the thing about Y/N was that she didn't take any of the boy's shit and that only made him angrier. Usually Y/N was able to brush it off, but this evening had been different.
The words Henry had spat in her direction were enough to hit her and they hit her hard. Comments about how ugly she was, about how worthless and disgusting she was had hit her where it hurt. But the moment he had mentioned about one of her exes who had cheated on her after claiming she was 'just not pretty enough' and how he 'wasn't in love with her anymore' and 'could never love her' was when Y/N had broke. The tears that had filled her eyes were enough to make Henry laugh and him and his friends had had their fun by shoving the girl onto the ground and kicking her present away from her grasp.
Now there Y/N was, struggling to keep it together and holding on tightly to the gift that had been lucky enough not to break. It was only when she reached Mike's house that the tears had stopped and Y/N found herself standing outside for a moment just to catch her breath and make sure her face wasn't red from crying before she finally went up to the door and rang the doorbell.
The door opened almost instantly and Y/N was met with the face of a gorgeous red head, her smile almost so blinding that Y/N had to blink a few times. "Y/N!" Beverly cried out in joy as she leapt forward to hug the girl. "Thank goodness you are here! I can only handle the boys for so long you know and they were getting quite impatient."
"Sorry, Bev. I lost track of the time," Y/N told her, letting out a small laugh to cover up the pain she felt. She was going to be early actually, but the run in with Bowers had made her late.
"It's completely fine, Y/N," Beverly assured her as she pulled away to look at the girl's outfit. "I love your sweater! You'll have to tell me where you got it, but for now the boys are talking in the kitchen and I'm sure they'll want to see you."
Y/N nodded and quickly walked in before taking off her shoes and leaving them and her jacket by the door. She kept the present in her hands and dropped it off by the tree in Mike's living room before following Beverly into the kitchen where laughter could be heard.
The girl was instantly hit by the sweet sugary smell of cookies and Y/N couldn't help but smile once she saw the boys all standing around laughing with each other.
"Look who I found wandering outside in the cold," Beverly announced, her voice instantly making the boys all turn to look at the two girls.
"Y/N!" Mike exclaimed happily as he took big strides across the room to wrap his friend up in a hug. "Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas, Mikey," Y/N greeted as she hugged him back. "Thanks for inviting us all over."
"Y/N," Bill greeted with a smile as he walked over with his arms out. Y/N smiled warmly at the boy and hugged him before saying, "Bill."
"Okay there, Bill. My turn!" Eddie exclaimed as he pulled the boy away and quickly wrapped the girl up in a hug. Y/N let out a small laugh and went to hug Eddie back, but she was already being pulled back into someone else's arms. The girl glanced up and chuckled once she saw the familiar Tozier smirk as the boy winked at Eddie and said, "Sorry, Eds, but Y/N loves me more."
"Asshole," Eddie huffed as he crossed his arms and walked off to go get a drink.
Richie glanced down at Y/N and smirked before saying, "Why hello there, pretty lady. And how are you on this wonderful evening?"
Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled away from the boy's hold before smiling at him. "I'm doing just fine, Richie. Thanks for asking," she replied. She then turned and smiled at Ben before engulfing the boy in a big hug. Ben was quick to hug her back and that was when Y/N's eyes locked with the last person in the room—Stanley.
The two stared blankly at each other and Y/N silently wondered what kind of attitude Stan was going to be in tonight. But once that all too familiar scowl had appeared on the boy's face as he rolled his eyes and looked away with a small scoff, that was when Y/N knew it wasn't going to be a very good night.
Which was great seeing as she was already having the worst night she'd had in a long time.
Beverly seemed to notice the small interaction between the two and inhaled sharply before putting her hands on Y/N's shoulders and smiling at the group. "Why didn't we go ahead and do our gift exchange, shall we?" she suggested.
"Oh yes! Watch out, motherfuckers. My gift is about to be fucking amazing," Richie proudly stated before walking out of the room and to the living room leaving the others to shake their heads and laugh softly as they hurried after the boy.
After about a half an hour everyone but Y/N had opened their presents. Y/N had made Beverly a scarf and had gotten her a sweater much like the one Y/N was wearing that night which Beverly was excited about. Beverly had Richie and had gotten him a recorder for him to practice his stand up act with and a picture of the whole group which Richie may have teared up a little at the sight of.
Richie had gotten Ben some history and architecture books. Ben had gotten Bill a new journal and some art supplies for his drawings. Bill had gotten Mike a new pair of shoes that he had saved his money up for, knowing that the boy had been eyeing them for a while but wasn't able to pay for them himself.
Mike had gotten Eddie a new fanny pack that read 'Losers' Club' across the front and some of his favorite candy that his mother would never let him have in the house. And Eddie had gotten Stan a couple of books on birds for the mornings he spent bird watching.
That left Y/N as the last one and it didn't take a genius to figure out that there was only one person left who hadn't given out a gift yet. Y/N was silent as Stan reached into his pocket before pulling out a small box which he then held out to her. She gently took it from him and ignored the excited looks on her friends' faces and Beverly who was gripping onto a pillow as she smiled widely.
Y/N gave Stan a small look before opening up the box, her mouth dropping open at the sight of a stunning gold necklace with a gold sunflower pendant. It was beautiful and Y/N felt tears spring into her eyes at the sight of it. She had never been given something like this before.
Her eyes flickered up to Stan and she gave him a confused look, wondering how he knew her favorite flower was a sunflower and surprised at the fact that he had gotten her such a thoughtful gift. Stan's eyes shot up to meet her gaze and he silently stared at her as if he was studying to see if she actually liked it or not.
"Stanley," Y/N whispered, smiling softly before shaking her head in disbelief. "I-I love it. Thank you."
"I'm going to go put it on right now," Y/N smiled warmly, the action making Stan blink in response. The Losers all smiled at that before they began to pick up their own conversations while Y/N got up and began to head towards the bathroom so that she could see as she out the necklace on.
However, she had only just made it to the doorway when a voice called out, "You hate it."
Y/N froze and turned around with a confused look on her face. "What?" she asked, her eyes looking to Stan in confusion.
"I knew it," he scoffed as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants once before beginning to walk over to the girl. "You hate it. Of course you do. You know what, I'll just take it back and you can use the money however you like."
Before Y/N could process what was happening, Stan had snatched the small box from her. Y/N was quick to grab it back, something that made Stan look back at her with a small look of annoyance.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. I never said that I hated it," Y/N defended herself. "I really do like it, Stanley."
"Your body language suggests otherwise," Stan frowned as he went to reach for the gift again, but Y/N was quick to hold it away. "Y/N, stop being a child and just give me the gift."
"How about you stop being immature and listen to what I'm saying when I tell you that it's a very thoughtful gift and I love it," Y/N argued, her voice raising slightly as her and Stan both narrowed their eyes at each other.
"Please," Stan scoffed. "I know you don't like the gift and it honestly shouldn't be that much of a surprise. You aren't really the type of person to recognize a nice gift when you see one."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked, her face growing a little red as she scowled at the boy.
"Guys," Beverly sighed from the couch while the other Losers all watched silently, but Stan and Y/N ignored her.
"You know what it means. Out of all the people I had to get for Secret Santa, I got you, the girl who I can barely even be in the same room with. And you don't even like me gift!" Stan exclaimed. "Do you know how much money that cost me?"
"First of all, I never said I don't like the gift! Second of all, no one made you spend that much money on me. No one!" Y/N exclaimed. "So why didn't you sit the fuck down and let me go out on this very thoughtful gift from you, huh?"
"Guys!" Richie yelled causing the two to turn to him in anger. The boy was quick to put his hands up in mock surrender before sighing and saying, "Do us all a favor and quit it with the arguing, okay? You know what, you two are both stuck in a sticky situation right now so why don't you just kiss and confess your undying love for each other before you kill the night's mood and we end up killing ourselves?"
Stan and Y/N gave the boy a confused look but then they noticed Beverly shyly pointing above them and the two glanced up to see that the doorway they were standing under had mistletoe hanging at the top. The two froze before looking at each other, their eyes wide.
Stan was the first to look away, a grimace crossing his face as he said, "What? Ew, no! Me kiss Y/N? You guys do understand I have better taste than someone like her, right?"
Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes flickering over to the boy as she watched him pinch the bridge of his nose. "I mean she's stuck up, stubborn, and a pain in mine and everyone else's ass" Stan complained, the utter disgust in his voice being enough to make Y/N flinch.
She was instantly reminded of what had happened earlier that night and she couldn't stop the tears from beginning to prick her eyes as she looked down at her feet. All of the Losers except for Stan seemed to notice this and Bill gave the boy a harsh look before saying, "Stan, st-st-stop."
"No, Bill. I won't stop. Kissing her would be like some cruel punishment!" Stan exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air for dramatics. Y/N stepped back slightly at that and that was when Stan looked over at her. His face instantly fell when she looked up at him with teary eyes, but he didn't have time to say anything before Y/N had turned and was running out of the house, the front door slamming behind her.
A deafening silence filled the air after that and Beverly scoffed before getting up from the couch, ready to go after the girl. Mike was quick to place a hand on her arm and sit her back down, the boy standing up instead.
"No, Bev. He's going to go," Mike said, his eyes locking on Stan who was staring at the front door with a pained look on his face. Stan's gaze shifted over to Mike and he shook his head. "I-I didn't mean to make her that upset," Stan said.
"Yes, you did," Mike replied, the words making Stan hang his head. "But you're going to fix it. Not us. You."
Outside in the steps sat Y/N who was desperately wiping at her face with the sleeves of her sweater as she tried to calm herself down. "Quit being a pussy, Y/N," she grumbled in annoyance. "It's just Stan. His words shouldn't affect you like this."
So why did it hurt so much?
It took a few minutes of her breathing in deeply through her nose and breathing out through her mouth before she managed to get the tears to stop, but she still couldn't bring herself to go back inside. So instead she merely sat there on the steps and stared at the sunflower necklace, wondering why Stan would get her something like that if all he was going to do was tell her that she didn't like it.
The door opening and closing wasn't enough to pull Y/N from her thoughts. It was only when she heard footsteps approaching from behind her before someone plopped down by her side that she finally managed to look away from the necklace and over at the person.
Her eyes instantly locked on Stan's figure and she was quick to look away, her eyes latching onto the snow on the ground instead while she felt Stan's eyes burning a hole into the side of her face.
"What?" Y/N finally asked, her voice harsh as she hugged herself.
"I brought hot chocolate," Stan said, his voice soft and warm, a sharp contrast from the usual tone he used around her.
Y/N glanced over at the boy and he held a cup out to her. She stared at him for a moment before she silently took it from his hands, the mug instantly warming her cold fingers once she had.
The two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, snow falling slowly around them while they both drank from their mugs. Stan was the one that eventually spoke up, his voice breaking the silence of the night as he asked, "What's wrong?"
Y/N turned her head quickly, her eyebrows raised as she asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you fucking kidding me, Stanley?"
"Woah, it was only a question, Y/N! No need to be a bitch," Stan grumbled.
Y/N's mouth dropped open in shock, a scowl on her face as she asked, "Why are you even out here, Stanley? Cause if you can't notice I really don't need this shit from you right now."
"I came to check on you because you stormed out of there upset!" Stan exclaimed.
"Of course I did! What you said was fucking rude!" Y/N yelled.
"Well my words never seemed to have bothered you before!" Stan yelled, the realization that his words had hit her harder than usual for a certain reason making Y/N's eyes fill with tears once again as she stared at her mug. "How was I supposed to know you were going to be a little too emotional tonight?"
"Just shut up!" Y/N exclaimed as she looked to Stan, hot tears spilling down her face and making Stan freeze in place. "Shut up!"
Before Stan knew what was happening Y/N was looking down and sobbing, her hand going over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. Stan didn't even know what to do as he sat there. He felt the urge to comfort her, but he couldn't even bring himself to so much as place a hand on her shoulder, afraid that it would only make her more upset.
So all he could do was sit there quietly as he waited for the girl to calm down. It took a couple of minutes, but she finally managed to calm herself enough to start talking again, her voice cracking as she wiped at her tears.
"I got cornered by Bowers and his gang on my way over here," Y/N muttered, the words making Stan still as he looked to her in what looked to be concern. "They treated me like shit, but what else is new? Usually I don't let their words bother me, but then they were attacking how I looked and making fun of me for my past relationships and how I've been cheated on and I just-" Y/N fell silent as she shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts.
"And then I come over here and the one boy whose opinion I care about the most and who doesn't even notice me unless we're arguing makes fun of me and is disgusted at the thought of kissing me and embarrasses me in front of my friends," Y/N finishes with a whisper, a few more tears falling down her face.
Y/N shook her head and quickly tried to wipe at her tears only for them to fall harder and in bigger quantities. "Shit," she muttered with a cracked voice as she continued to wipe at her eyes.
Stan was quick to put his mug down before reaching out and grabbing the girl's hands, the action making her eyes flicker over to him in surprise only to find that his face was inches from hers. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and before she had time to process anything, Stan was leaning forward.
Y/N's heart began to beat furiously, erupting into a volcano of butterflies as soon as Stan's lips brushed against hers. The kiss was soft and short and before she knew it Stan was pulling away again so that it almost felt like the kiss hadn't even happened.
But it did and boy was Y/N confused.
Y/N couldn't stop the small blush on her face as she opened her eyes and stared at Stan in a stunned silence as she awaited an explanation for his actions. Stan's eyes flickered over her face and he wiped at her tears and sighed before looking down and whispering, "I'm sorry."
"W-What?" she whispered, still confused about what was happening.
"I'm sorry for always yelling at you and for always starting up arguments. I'm sorry for all the mean things I've said. I shouldn't have said any of it and I definitely shouldn't have made fun of you like I have. Something about you has always infuriated me since the day we've met, but it wasn't until recently that I realized it was only because I cared about you. I've been too afraid to admit it and couldn't stop myself from treating you the way that I have. I guess I thought that arguing with you at least meant that you felt something towards me, even if that was nothing more than hate. And all those things I said tonight. . .I shouldn't have said them. I was only being an insecure jackass. I just. . .I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry," Stan whispered as he finally looked back up at the girl before looking back down.
A small silence fell among the two and Y/N stared at Stan with a blank expression before finally whispering, "Stanley?"
Stan glanced up at her, the way she said his name in such a caring and soft way being enough to make his heart flutter.
"I may be an idiot," Y/N whispered, pausing and biting her lip before saying something that made Stan's heart stop. "But I think I might love you."
Stan blinked in surprise, his whole body going still as he just stared at her without saying anything.
"Oh," he finally said, another silence following suit as the two stared at each other, still unsure how this was all happening but both silently thankful that it was.
"Well, I guess we're both idiots cause I think I might love you too," Stan admitted, a soft smile dawning his face as he looked at her. Y/N couldn't help but smile back, a small laugh of relief escaping her lips as the two stared at each other with love filled eyes.
How this was all happening was still a mystery to them both, but deep down, they always knew that this would happen eventually. Their feelings for each other were evident, even if they tried to hide them behind arguments and yelling.
Stan let go of Y/N's hands down that he could stand on his feet before holding a hand out to her, a soft smile on his face as he said, "What do you say we try that kiss under the mistletoe again?"
Y/N smiled at that and nodded before reaching out and taking the boy's hand, their hands nodding together like two puzzle pieces. Nothing had ever felt more right and Y/N still couldn't believe this was even happening.
Together, the two walked back into the house before heading towards the doorway that only moments before they had been standing at yelling at each other. Stan smiled lovingly at the girl and reached out to take the small box from her hands before pulling the sunflower necklace out of the box. Y/N turned around and the boy clipped the necklace around her neck before letting his fingers linger on her neck.
Y/N slowly turned around and Stan let his fingers dance across her cheek before coming to rest on her neck. The two stared at each other in silence, their breaths mingling together as they slowly began to lean in.
Then Stan's lips were on hers and the two had initiated their second kiss, this one being even better than the last. The mistletoe seemed to glisten in the firelight above them and both of them found themselves slowly beginning to smile into the kiss as they gently pulled the other closer to their body. But just when Stan was about to dip the girl to deepen the kiss, they were broken up but the sound of cheering.
"About damn time," a voice said making the couple pull away to see their friends all standing there with smiles on their faces as they cheered the group on.
"It's a Christmas miracle!" Richie cried out, his arms up in the air while Y/N and Stan rolled their eyes at the boy, the girl leaning into Stan who had wrapped an arm around her waist and was holding her close.
The Losers all laughed and Y/N shook her head slightly at the boy before sneaking a look at Stan. It was in that moment that Y/N realized Richie might've been right.
To think the two had hated each other when they first met years ago and now they had just shared a kiss under some mistletoe.
Christmas miracles happened every day. And Stanley Uris? Well, he was Y/N's.
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Destiel Chronicles
It was a love story from the very beginning.
Vol. XXXVI
Goodbye my Love. Goodbye Stranger.
(8x17)
Hello My Friends! How are you? Another important meta from season 8, and we are here... We are in the crypt scene!! Our hearts will break... 😭
I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder she made the gifs for this meta and discussed with me the episode.
Okay... Let's do this... **Deep breath**
Sam knows
In episode 8x17 Goodbye Stranger, Sam and Dean knew Castiel was behaving weird.
Although that, Dean had prayed to him because he was worried about Sam, but as we learned in the previous volume of this Chronicles, he didn't pray just for that, but also, because he wanted to see Castiel. Because Dean missed him and he was worried about him too.
So, when Sam discovered Dean was praying to him, even knowing Castiel was acting weird, he didn't just ask once, but twice about why his brother prayed to him...
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This first time, Sam is in awe, but this second time... With the whole thing digested, and with Castiel off, Sam is more direct.
DEAN: Well, he puts the "ass" in "Cas," huh?
SAM: He's definitely off.
DEAN: Off? He hasn't been right since he got back from Purgatory. We still don't know how he got out of there
Okay, this is a discussion the brother had had already, maybe a lot of times. They both were agreed about Castiel behaving weird. Then... Sam has this clear, but it caught his attention Dean's doesn't have things clear apparently, because he prayed to him. So... Here is the question, direct, and without anesthesia...
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And Dean's face is acting everything. Okay, you can argue with me about this point, because later on this episode we will have this dialogue...
SAM: I'm fine.
DEAN: No, you're not fine. You haven't been fine since the first trial. That's why I called Cas.
Yes, Dean prayed to Castiel because he was worried about Sam, we already knew that... But... What we know too is... He prayed waiting for Castiel to appear right there in his room, remember? So... One of the reason, the big one, is the necessity of Castiel to heal his brother, to protect him, but the Hidden One, that one that makes Dean try to hide, and put himself flustered when Sam asked him the reason why, I because he wanted to see Cas, because he's worried about him, and he missed him. Because he loves him.
So here he had the perfect motive again to show his brother he called Cas because he was worried about his little brother's healthy... Perfect... No homo there my friends... Just a worried brother calling for his totally platonic bro/friend to help him.
But Sam is insightful and clever, I want you to jump with me to the last scene... We can do that because we all know this episode like our names, so... A little more of Sammy knows...
After the crypt scene, they were back on the road in baby, Castiel had left, as we know, and this is what Dean says to Sam...
SAM: So... what happened? I mean, Cas touched the tablet, and it reset him to his factory settings or something?
DEAN: I don't know. And I don't care. All I know is that he is off the reservation with a-a heavenly WMD. Listen, man, I can't take any more lies -- from anyone.
Dean is mad, Sam gets it immediately, he's mad. But not at Sam. Sam gets that too.
Because when Dean avoids a topic... Is because that's really affecting him...
And then... This song starts to play... And watch Sammy's face...
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These are the lyrics from Goodbye Stranger
It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on
Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I'm an early morning lover
And I must be moving on
Okay, this is a lover of one night, a lover that doesn't get strains to anyone. After Dean confessed his feelings to Castiel on that crypt, Castiel decides to run away with the tablet, leaving Dean alone, heartbroken and feeling unrequited. Again.
Now I believe in what you say
Is the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth
We are still talking about Castiel here.
Like a ship without an anchor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins
Castiel deciding to leave again, he rejected Dean's feelings (from Dean's POV) and help. He's a lone wolf. B
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it's been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
And we had reached Dean's POV at this point, he's mad, and very very angry. Because he was rejected and Cas didn't trust him. So he's saying goodbye to him.
Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain
Dean pushing down all his feelings again.
Sweet devotion (Goodbye, Mary)
It's not for me (Goodbye, Jane)
Just give me motion (Will we ever)
To set me free (Meet again?)
In the land and the ocean (Feel no sorrow)
Far away (Feel no shame)
It's the life I've chosen (Come tomorrow)
Every day (Feel no pain)
So goodbye, Mary (Goodbye, Mary)
Goodbye, Jane (Goodbye, Jane)
Will we ever (Will we ever)
Meet again? (Meet again?)
This is Dean trying to say goodbye to his feeling for Castiel, is not for me, goodbye sweet devotion, because he feels so hurted and heartbroken, he decides to push everything down, because he feel unrequited.
Now... Let's come back to one important thing right here... Megstiel time...
Megstiel brought us Jealous!Dean back again
The classic Megstiel scene, is quite interesting, because Meg can't stop to seduce Cas by throwing at him a lot of sugestives quotes... I won't talk about the whole conversation, Agua is making a gifset I will relate with this meta because sadly, I just can put 10 gifs to show you all the things I saw, but what I want to point here is an idea I constructed in my head since I met Castiel. Please read this mini meta here I wrote time ago, about Castiel's seduction techniques.
And you will catch what I need to show you now in this piece of dialogue...
CASTIEL: These wounds have festered. [CASTIEL wraps gauze around one of MEG's wrists.]
MEG: You really do know how to make a girl's nethers quiver, don't you? [MEG is sitting on the couch, holding an open bottle of booze, she's been cleaned up a bit.]
CASTIEL: I am aware of how to do that. Although it doesn't usually involve cleaning wounds.
Did you read that?!!!!!! Cas is aware about seduction techniques!!
As I said on my mini meta, I'm pretty sure Castiel used his seduction techniques with Dean... And he still does that! Because HE KNOWS HOW TO DO THAT!!
Plus his innate sexiness... BOOM! HERE YOU HAVE THE HOTTEST ANGEL ON THE GARRISON.
Irresistible... PrayxDean.
Okay, let's talk about Jealous!Dean. We had two scenes in which we had Dean feeling jealous in Meg presence.
First scene, and how writers and producers are very aware of the fandom's ships... And they use it.
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Dean is saying this with disgust, why he feels jealous always about Meg? Well, maybe because Castiel kissed Meg so passionate that time? And they had that special friendship in season 7???
And then this one... Dean acting like cockblocker, really Dean? Control your jealous face please 😏
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The Crypt Scene
Okay, we're here, Carver era, crypt scene, a place in which Dean had to say I LOVE YOU to Cas, making Destiel canon, but he did, because Jensen's was so right back then, Dean wasn't prepared...
But... What happened in this crypt? Everything!
Okay, First of all, I need you to rewind the video, at the beginning of this episode, remember that scene with a lot of Dean's killed by Castiel, with Naomi watching? Yeah... She made Cas kill a lot.of Dean bc she knew what Cas felt for him. So she needed to be sure Cas will kill Dean when it will be needed. She was a bitch...
Then... When CAS and Dean were alone at the crypt, and Dean had the angel tablet in his hands... The program in Castiel's head started to roll. Dean noticed Castiel was trying to get the tablet, and he didn't trust in Cas because he was acting weird... So... He tried to get from the angel some truth... Like... How he had been pulled out from Purgatory...
CASTIEL: I can't let you take that, Dean.
DEAN: Can't or won't?
CASTIEL: Both.
DEAN: How did you get out of Purgatory, Cas?
Immediately, after seeing that wasn't HIS CAS, Dean threw that question.
The entire scene flips between the crypt and Naomi, and how CAS is trying so hard not to obey and keep Dean safe.
DEAN: Just tell me how you got out of Purgatory. Be honest with me -- for the first time since you've been back -- [DEAN nods towards the stone he's still holding] and this is yours. [CASTIEL's blade drops into his hand.]
Dean needed to hear the truth. Everything, he needed to hear too... Castiel didn't stay because he didn't want to come back with him... He needed Cas to say that was a lie too...
DEAN: Cas. Cas, I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but if you're in there and you can hear me, you don't have to do this. [CASTIEL attacks, DEAN blocks the blow with the stone.] Cas! [Flashes of light, thunder rumbles.]
Dean sees Castiel isn't there, he's defending himself against a robot, where is his friend? He tries to call h back, to drag him to reality. He tries because he believes he can reach him.
And while this is happening and Cas began to hit Dean, Naomi tries to keep him under control, because Castiel is fighting back strongly, Naomi wants him to protect the tablet and kill Dean, and Cas wants to protect DEAN.
NAOMI: Do you realize what that tablet can do for us?
CASTIEL: I...
NAOMI: For heaven?
CASTIEL: I won't hurt Dean.
NAOMI: Yes. You will. You are.
The scene is too intense, and Cas keeps hitting Dean, and Dean keeps calling him. Till... This happens...
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Look at Dean's hand, trying to reach Castiel...
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Dean is not just trying to reach Cas with his hand, but also with his words... He's sure Castiel is there, and he's sure he will listen, and he's sure Castiel will come back to him. That's why he tries with everything he has... With honesty. Tries to get him back with honest feelings and words... We need you... Not hell... Cas... I NEED YOU. The same words he used when he convinced him to follow him in Purgatory. I need you, don't leave me. This I NEED YOU is so so important, is the replacement of the I LOVE YOU that never happens. So is the big I NEED YOU. Dean's naked feelings. His last shot. His bare soul. Right there. Chest open, heart beating.
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Dean is waiting for Castiel's reaction after his confession, and immediately after that honest I NEED YOU, Castiel breaks connection, and he's back again.
Not the tablet, why not? Because the I NEED YOU is what makes Cas stop. And when he touches the tablet, and Crowley reveals the tablet was what kept Castiel disconnected with Naomi, why he still was disconnected after losing the tablet? Pure logic, my friends, the tablet had nothing to do with this disconnection, it was Dean's I NEED YOU, who worked, and brought Cas back. The love. The Profound Bond.
And it hurts a lot, because while Castiel was hitting him, Dean was grabbing his forearm, with fear, he thought Cas will kill him... But he just couldn't stop grabbing him, he couldn't stop being close to him like that. He has to get his angel back... And when CAS reach's his face with his hand... Dean grabbed Castiel's forearm again, you have to rewatch the scene is so romantic and angsty, Dean was terrified, but he just remained there... Kneeled... Tryin to make Cas to hear him, and trying to get him back, and he did it.
The big question the writers left to us, we already know the answer...
DEAN: Well, w-what broke the connection?
CASTIEL: I don't know. I just know that I have to protect this tablet now.
DEAN: From Naomi?
CASTIEL: Yes. And from you.
Castiel said this, because it was Purgatory all over again, and Leviathans chasing after Cas, but this time, were Angels and a dangerous Naomi, so he needed to put that tablet safe and far away from everyone, and from Dean, to protect him again.
But what Dean understood here is CAS DOESN'T TRUST ME, AFTER I CONFESSED MY FEELINGS, HE DOESN'T TRUST ME. And his heart broke again, and we had to hear that song in the car... Dean is heartbroken, as the first half of the season showed us, tons of broken and eaten hearts... He's disappointed with CAS... And he's feeling rejected and unrequited...
To Conclude:
This episode showed us Sam Winchester getting the idea of what Dean feels for Castiel.
We also had Megstiel as a tool, because it brought us back Jealous Dean and we got the idea about how Castiel is conscious about seduction techniques.
But the most important scene, one of the most emblematic of Destiel scenes, was the Crypt scene. The I LOVE that never happened, but a huge love Confession from Dean to get Castiel back.
The confession brought Castiel back, but when the angel ran away from Dean, Dean felt rejected, heartbroken and unrequited, and he began to pushing all his feelings down again.
I hope you like this meta, I suffered a lot, but we'll.. I love this scene...
See you in the next one!
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