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HIIII!! Can you write a Carmilla Carmine x female reader smut? Top carmilla and bottom is reader?

Carmilla Carmine x Fem Reader: Smut. Bottom Reader + Top Carmilla. {2,712 words}

Since nothing was specifically stated besides Smut, I kinda did what I wanted with this.

Tender

You and the weapons dealer, Carmilla Carmine, are locked in a heated embrace.

Your naked bodies press together in a tangle of limbs and love for one another.

The air between you crackles with tension, thick with the promise of what was to come. Carmilla lays above you as her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue tracing along your bottom lip as she presses herself closer. Feeling yourself become needy, you start to kiss heavily against Carmilla's chin and cheek, kissing down her neck and sucking on the beautiful, grey skin she possesses.

You lick down to the crook of her neck and sink your teeth into Carmilla's burning flesh with a hunger that left you trembling with need. You bit into Carmilla's trapezius, causing the woman to moan out heavenly, angelically, her husky voice chiming through your ears. Carmilla hisses, sucking air past her teeth as her cheeks flush a deep red color.

She's so beautiful, far too beautiful, you thought.

Through lidded eyes and long black eyelashes, Carmilla's red scleras glowed bright, highlighting yours and her perfect face. Her white irises sparkled like stars before growing foggy with sin, lust; longing for you.

"~Mi amor, mi cariño."

A rush of weakness surges through your body at the moaning of your pet names, igniting every nerve in your body to submit to Carmilla.

Your sharp teeth released the taller woman's trapezius, slight blood and spit dripping down her collarbone and still connecting to your lips. You trail your wet tongue along the blood leading up to her wound, savoring the salty, irony taste of her. Hot kisses excited Carmilla. Your lips claimed her neck, leaving red kisses up towards her rounded jaw. Carmilla's breath hitched as your lips did this, igniting a primal hunger within her. Each kiss, each touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her heart pumping it through her, leaving her trembling with need.

"God," she gasped, her voice low with desire, "~You're driving me crazy."

A low growl could be heard vibrating from Carmilla's throat.

Big, white hands tightened their grip around your smaller ones above your head, her white ones bringing your hands down to her black painted lips. Your heart skipped when a suave kiss was placed to the back of your hand. That alone turned you on more. Black smooches coated down to your knuckles, kissing between them and finally kissing your soft palm. Slowly, sensually, Carmilla sticks out her tongue and licks up the full length of your index finger.

The woman's peircing gaze never leaves your own as she closes her lips around it with tantalizing precision. With a soft sigh, you close your eyes for just a momment to calm yourself, your cheeks flushing at the sight.

"~More," you begged.

Carmilla's tongue swirls around your fingertip before slowly pushing the digit further into her mouth, letting her tongue glide down its length as she does so. Shivers of pleasure course through your body, raising goosebumps up your arms and back. The sensation is intoxicating. Waves of desire crash over you as Carmilla's tongue dances against your skin, teasing and coaxing with each flick and swirl. Her mouth is hot and wet against your finger, her lips drawing you in deeper with each suck.

You shy away from Carmilla's stare, your heart pounding in your chest.

"God, Carmilla," you moan. "You don't have to tease me."

With stoic grace, Carmilla's lips release your finger with a soft pop, her eyes dark with want as she looks at you.

"Patience, mi amor," she purrs, her voice low and husky, "Let me take care of you."

Licking her lips like a starved black panther, Carmilla leans into you, her lips claiming yours in a fierce kiss. Your woman finally lets go of your hands, allowing you to freely touch her as her own hands begin to roam hungrily over your body.

A fire burns deep within you, expanding and burning hotter with each passing second.

You immediately kiss Carmilla back, a hum of passion escaping into the air. Her lips are soft against yours, warm and inviting as they dance with a rhythm all their own. You feel the heat of her breath, the wetness of her tongue, it sends an electrified pulse between your legs, a shiver racing down your spine.

Carmilla's hands move with confidence. Her long fingers trace a path of anticipation along the perfect curves of your body. With gentle yet purposeful movements, her fingertips glide over your skin, causing twitches under her touch. One hand reaches behind you, caressing down the small of your back, fingers delicatly tracing over the sensitive skin. The other hand traces the contours of your hips, pulling you closer with a possessive grip that leaves no doubt of her yearning for you.

Lips trail a path of fire along your jawline. Carmilla's teeth graze your skin in a teasing gesture that makes your back arch into her. You are desperate for her. The woman licks up to your ear, her teeth nips at your earlobe. A soft grunt rumbles in your throat and chest from the action. Your fingers tangle into her silky hair as you pull her close, loving the feel of her against you. With each kiss, each touch, the flames of desire burn brighter until you feel as though you're consumed by the intensity of your shared passion.

You were burning.

Engulfed with flame.

As her touch intensifies, Carmilla's hands explore every inch of you with a fervor that borders on desperation. You swore you could hear a whine escape her. White fingers dip into the curve of your waist, trailing higher until they find the swell of one of your breasts, where they linger, teasing and taunting with a touch that is both gentle and insist. Nails dig into your back as her other hand snakes up your front, palming your other, inviting breast. You can hear purring.

With elegance, your hands roam down to Carmilla's neck, freeing from her white hair and gliding down towards her shoulders and down her arms, reaching the hands on your breasts. You entangle your fingers over hers and move your hands in circles, forcing her hands to do the same. The woman above you groans at this, and her hands begin to grip you harder. Her beautiful face moves in closely, darting her tongue out and licking your lips, licking the inside of your mouth before licking and sucking down your neck, unable to resist nipping the soft skin here and there.

Lost in the ecstasy of her touch, you surrender yourself completely to Carmilla. Your head falls back in pleasure, your eyes closing and your teeth biting your bottom lip. With each lick and suckle, that ecstasy courses through your veins, leaving you trembling for more.

With a low moan of satisfaction, Carmilla's tongue explores every inch of your skin, tracing intricate patterns of saliva along your collarbone and down towards your chest. Feeling Carmilla's lips trail lower, you inhale sharply. With tender reverence, she presses soft kisses against the skin of your chest, each touch sending a surge of love through you. Her lips move with precision, exploring every inch of the thin skin with a hunger that leaves you breathless. Carmilla presses soft kisses around the sensitive skin surrounding your nubs. Suddenly, she then kisses your little nub and captures it into her mouth.

"Ah~! Carmilla, I can't. I need you so badly."

The arousal between your thighs spills out onto the sheets, evidence for just how badly you did, in fact, need her. Carmilla chuckled, though it sounded weak. She says nothing as her now smudged, black painted lips, soft and velvety, caress the sensitive nipple with a delicate pull, sending desire to your needy parts as she lets it go, letting gravity take it. She flicks her tongue against it and suckles your perky nipple, twisting her tongue over and around it. You can feel her deep breathing from her nose. Knowing how much the stoic, professional woman can be so affected by this, by you, was bliss.

Quickly, Carmilla moves to your other nipple. Her tongue slowly licks across it, hardening it fully. Her teeth pinch down on the beauty, causing you to gasp, leading into a low moan as her teeth gently grind against it before her lips wrap around it. With each suction, your body arches towards her touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure she brings you.

Releasing your nipple, she uses her fingertips to circle around the hardened peaks. Her touch is gentle yet firm, as she applies just the right amount of pressure to make your body quiver. Your breath hitches in your throat, your skin tingling. Carmilla's skilled tongue darts out to flick your little nub before planting a sweet kiss against your nipples, starting down your stomach. Her lips leave faint, black kiss marks on your skin, almost as if she was marking you, claiming you as hers. Her tongue doesn't forget to give you attention, licking across your perfect belly. As she reaches the curve of your hips, her kisses grow more urgent, more insistent, even a bit wetter, desperately wanting the taste of you on her tongue.

You coo as her lips find the sensitive, begging parts between your legs. The woman used her large hands to spread your legs further apart for her. Her tongue slowly, but deeply glazes across that delicious piece of flesh of yours.

"Ah~!"

Carmilla licks up your wet folds, taking her time to build you up. Her tongue flicks across your clit, her lips eagerly wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking on it. You writhe beneath her, one of your hands reaching down to grip at the soft hair of Carmilla. Her tongue plays with your clit as she sucks on it, enjoying the feeling of your clit in her mouth. Using her tongue, she laps up your folds again before circling her tongue around your entrance. You moan and whimper as her tongue continues its slow and deliberate movements, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As she teases you, you can feel the pressure building deep within you. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can't help but grind your hips into her lips. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, Carmilla stops and looks up at you with a devilish grin.

"Do you want more, my love?" she asks, her voice sultry.

You nod quickly, eagerly, unable to form words. Carmilla snickers before diving back in, her tongue entering your sweet pussy. Your mind races with lewed thoughts as you watch Carmilla's skilled movements. The sight of her focused on your lady parts, wanting to make you cum for her, only heightens your arousal, almost making your heart give out from how fast it was beating. Your hips start to move in rhythm with her mouth, matching her pace as she continues to explore your insides. Without warning, Carmilla starts to carefully shove a large finger into your pussy with her tongue, stretching it open.

Your mouth opens to moan out, but you bite your lip instead, a deep, sultry hum coming from your chest at the feeling. You felt practically full just by her finger alone. Pleased by your reaction, Carmilla moves her finger in sync with her tongue, thrusting it in and out. You feel your pussy drip as her finger slides deeper in you, shoving it in completely. Your hips couldn't help but move with her, your body instinctively responding to the pleasurable stimuli.

Carmilla uses her finger to explore inside of you, feeling your wet, clenching walls as she sucks on your clit. Suddenly, you scream out in pleasure, your back arching and your legs twitching closed. Quickly, you try to quiet yourself and relax your limbs.

"Oh fu- Ah~!"

Carmilla found your g-spot.

"Such beautiful sounds. All because of me?"

Her skilled fingers now focus their attention on this sensitive area she found, adding another white finger into your needy hole, eliciting those beautiful, breathless moans from you. With each thrust and grind, Carmilla's fingers move to please you, driving you wild with desire. You whine from the intense feelings, your nails digging into her thick hair as you urge her on.

"P-please. Don't stop... Faster~!" You beg, your voice thick.

Obediently, her movements do grow faster, more urgent, as she drives you towards the brink of ecstasy. With every thrust, you feel yourself growing closer and closer to release, your body trembling with anticipation. Carmilla's fingers glide in and out of you with a wet, slick sound that fills the room.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. What's my name?"

Her words, whispered with husky urgency, send your heart soaring and your orgasm rising. Through the haze of pleasure, you manage to gasp out her name, your voice sloppy.

"C-Carmilla," you moan, the sound echoing through the room as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

"What is it?" She asks, adding a third finger into your pussy, putting one under the other two to fill you perfectly.

"Ahh! Carmilla!"

""¡Cielos, qué niña tan traviesa!"

With a satisfied smirk, Carmilla increases the pace with relentless determination. She thrusts her fingers in and out of you, swirling them around and flicking across your g-spot as her thumb presses into your swollen clitoris. You cry out her name again and again, your voice growing louder with each passing moment as you lose yourself in the throes of passion. Your fingers release Carmilla's hair and reach to grip the bedsheets, not wanting to harm Carmilla with your nail digging and hair pulling.

"Carmilla! Carmilla! Carmilla! Please! Ahh! God!" You whine and moan, almost sounding like you were about to cry as your body twitches from side to side.

"Ah! My angel! I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum!"

Finally, it happens. With a cry of pure ecstasy, you let go, your body convulsing with pleasure as a wave of powerful release washes over you, leaving you trembling and breathless in the aftermath.

Your body goes weak against the bed, your chest heaving greatly as it tries to gain breath. As the tsunami subsides, you feel Carmilla's lips press against your pussy lips, leaving a tender kiss. Then, with a hunger that can not be denied, Carmilla's tongue darts out to lick away the remnants of your release, her movements slow as she savors every drop of your essence.

"You taste exquisite, mi amor," Carmilla murmurs against your skin.

You tirely watch through lidded eyes as Carmilla's lips move against your lower lips, her tongue delving deep in you as she licks up your tasty nectar. When she finally draws back, a satisfied smile graces her lips, her eyes smoldering with fire as she gazes down at you. With a soft purr of contentment, she leans in close, pressing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips. With a soft moan, you deepen the kiss, letting your tongue dance with her as your hands release the sheets to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer.

"Mm, these lips don't taste so bad either." Smirking softly, the taller woman kisses your lips again as you chuckle beneath her. Your cheeks blush and you roll your eyes.

Carmilla's arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer as she nuzzles the top of your head, inhaling the lovely smell of your hair.

"Allow me to please you in return?" You whisper, your breath warm.

Carmilla kisses your head a few times, stroking your hair lovingly.

"Next time. I have work I need to head back to. Thank you for indulging me, mi tesoro."

You nod understandingly, though a hint of disappointment lingers in your heart. Carmilla's responsibilities as one of the powerful overlords of Hell often demand her attention, leaving little room for leisurely pursuits. You tighten your embrace around your woman, cherishing the warmth of her body against yours.

"I understand," you reply softly, leaning into her touch as she strokes your hair lovingly. "But next time, I'll be the one to pamper you."

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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Sunshine and Flowers

Logan Howlett x plus size reader

Logan has had a great many loves in his long life and he’s over it. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else yet somehow, the annoying and very much younger art teacher at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, wormed her way into his heart.

Warnings: grumpy and sunshine, jealousy, Logan is a dick but we been knew, reader is kind of oblivious and touch starved, age-gap (reader is mid 20s and Logan is old as shit), Logan POV, bit of a slow burn, reader and Logan are Keely and Roy coded

WC: 3.8k

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Yo Logan!” The seemingly ever present pounding in the older mutant’s temples suddenly got worse, the band around his forehead tightening as the young woman cheerfully skipped up to him without a care in the world. Her arm looped through his own, tucking herself into his side, like she always did.

“What d’ya want?” He grumbled. It was easier to just ask her outright than stay silent and her chatter away at him for an hour before she finally got to her point. Y/N beamed up at him, her e/c eyes sparkling. “Wellllll… I was wondering if you wanted to come with me on a little field trip with the kids! I was thinking of bringing them to the MET, you know because art.” She waved her right hand around as if to emphasise her point.

“No.” Logan said firmly.

“Aw please! Please Logan! Please! Please! Please!” He could practically feel his blood pressure rising as Y/N pleaded with him, pulling on his arm, acting like a complete child. Dear god, what had he done to deserve this?

With the huge throngs of students constantly being enrolled in the school, Charles had come up with the bright idea to introduce an art program to the children as a way of “expressing their creativity”. But what that actually meant was hiring a new teacher specifically for this class since no adult in the school had even an ounce of artistic talent.

And so six months ago, Y/N Y/L/N, a recent college graduate, strolled into the mansion and never left. Her gift to generate small stars gave her the remarkable ability to light her classroom in any way she wished, allowing her students the perfect lighting to create absolute masterpieces. And like her gift, she herself was a big ball of endless energy that constantly bounced around, latching onto whoever she came across, and more often than not, that person was Logan.

For some inexplicable reason, she gravitated to him, always seeking his approval, trying to get him to engage in activities with their students, among many many other things that made the older man truly resent when the final bell of the school day rang and she would float into his classroom, ranting about something or another. The only way he could get her to stop was by distracting her, usually by shoving her in the general direction of her best friend, Alex Summers.

But Havok was on a road trip with Sean and Peter for the next month, so he had been abandoned. Logan sighed as her grating voice made his sensitive ears ring, and the overpowering smell of her flowery perfume was a downright assault on his senses. “Logan, come on! It’ll be soooooo much fun! I’ll even buy you lunch after!”

While the temptation of free food was great, Logan knew it wouldn’t be worth spending the entire day with Y/N glued to his side, forcing him to do whatever she wanted. Taking a deep breath, prepared to let her down as gently as he could, given that his patience was hanging on by a thread, he would probably be more rude than he wanted to be, when he paused, really taking in the young woman.

“Is that my shirt?” He drawled, his dark eyes flicking over her plump body. She was wearing one of her typical outfits, white converse splashed with paint, shorts that very well could be called Daisy dukes, they were that short, with little flowers embroidered on them. Her chubby thighs almost entirely on view with one of his favourite red plaids on top of a black tank top instead of her usual blouse, making her sizeable cleavage pop. Y/N looked away bashfully.

“Yeah, I um found it in the movie room and it looked so warm so I took it and it’s super comfy like seriously how do you get your shirts so soft it’s really weird but they always smell like cigars so I guess that’s the downside. That’s not to say you smell bad! I’m just saying that it’s like your trademark-“

There she went again. “It’s fine kid, just wash it before you give it back.”

“What about the MET!” She called after him.

“Maybe.” He grumbled and with that he walked away, be-lining for the kitchen where he stashed his Vodka, losing her in the sea of students just getting out of class.

“Now, for today’s class, we’re going to go over some art history!” A collective groan resonated through the room but Y/N’s bright smile never faltered, it actually got bigger as she looked over her small group of students sitting around the art-filled room. “I know, I know but this stuff is important! Art plays such a big role in human evolution. Actually, the argument can be made that our ability to create art is what truly sets us apart from other animal species-“

There was no denying that Miss Y/L/N’s class was a favourite among the young mutants. Her rants not only served to brighten up their day but they also prevented her from giving out any actual work. It especially helped when most of them came from Logan’s class the period before. He was quite well known to be, well there’s no delicate way to put this, a hard ass.

So when, during this spring afternoon, with just a month left before summer break, Logan strode into the art class, his heavy boots thundering loudly against the hardwood floors, everyone was shocked. Y/N was pacing the room now, well and truly absorbed in her own thoughts, which became an impassioned speech as soon as the words formed in her mind. Logan cleared his throat as he leaned against the door jam, his jaw cleaned tightly when she didn’t answer or look at him.

The collection of children were now starting to get nervous as the seconds ticked by, Logan’s eyes getting steadily darker with anger, the muscle in his lower jaw working over under his mutton chops. They could all see his famous tempter growing and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end. “Um Miss?” A young girl spoke up, trying to break her train of thought. But nope, that couldn’t stop her.

Logan was getting fed up now. How in the hell did these kids even learn anything with the way she was carrying on? “Kid.” He growled, immediately making the entire class freeze, including the young teacher.

“Oh Logan! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She laughed nervously, pulling on the edge of her sheer pink sleeve. He noted she was wearing a dress today, it was frilly and absolutely drowning in flower print, with translucent sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists.

“Right, Wheels needs us in his office. Now.” He pressed as she opened her mouth to point out she was in the middle of a lecture. Y/N nodded then addressed the class. “All right, students. I guess you’re getting out early today. No homework!” She was quick to jog out of the room before the kids were able to leave their seats, effectively avoiding the clambering mass of them trying to practically sprint out.

Her smaller hand easily slipped into Logan’s bigger one, intertwining their fingers as her left hand came up to rest on his exposed forearm. He felt the cool of her metal rings against his skin. Unconsciously, he noted that he had never seen her wear any kind of jewellery before. “Did Charles say what he wanted?” Her eyes caught his brown ones, falling into step with the older mutant through the quiet halls. Logan just shrugged, fishing a half used cigar from his breast pocket and sticking the thoroughly chewed end in his mouth, a sharp canine slicing into it.

“Hmm.” She hummed, her gaze shifting down to her feet, trusting Logan to guide them to the headmaster’s office. “Do you think it’s a mission?”

“He doesn’t send you on missions.” Logan said firmly.

“Yeah I know but it could be! Stranger things have happened.”

“Like what?” He humoured her.

“How about Peter actually scoring a date~” She teased, making the Wolverine’s lip turn up briefly in a smile then dropped again into a frown before she could see.

“You do have a point.” He conceded. They rounded the last corner and came to a stop outside the solid door of Charles’ office. Logan went to knock, a muffled ‘please come in’ sounded before his permanently bruised knuckles could meet the stained wood.

Charles sat behind his grand desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he looked over a mountain of paperwork that gave Y/N a headache just from looking at it. She pulled her hand from Logan’s and bounced over to one of the two chairs in front of the headmaster, immediately making herself comfortable.

Clasping her hands on her lap with her back up straight, Y/N focused on the older mutant as he took off his reading glasses and laid them on what looked to be his grade book. Logan himself leaned against the doorjamb, much like he did in the young woman’s classroom, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Charles sighed deeply as he looked at his teachers. “There really is no way to say this delicately so I suppose I’ll just say it: Erik’s come home.” Logan’s entire body seized with an emotion akin to fear.

“Fuck.” He snarled. But Y/N had an entirely different reaction. Her face visibly lit up but not with excitement but instead with the joy of someone who didn’t have to lie anymore. Charles raised an eyebrow at the young woman, prompting her to explain herself.

“He slept in my room last night, there was no other free space.” She said casually as if she hadn’t just dropped the bomb that she spent the night with a dangerous mutant who hadn’t hesitated to kill before. “Don’t worry! I was being safe. He slept on my couch.”

“Like that makes this whole thing any better.” Logan muttered under his breath but only Charles heard him. The telepath gave him a strange but knowing look before turning back to the young art teacher.

Her smile wavered only for a moment before returning with full force. “He was super nice to me! He even picked out my jewellery today.” She flashed her hands towards the headmaster, showing off the various silver rings that adorned her fingers. Logan huffed at her naivety but Charles had an entirely different reaction. He took her hands into his own, delicately tracing the metal with a soft touch.

“Erik did a good job, they look wonderful. But Y/N, I still want you to be wary. Erik can be very volatile and unpredictable and his abilities far outmatch your own. Just be careful.” She gave a firm nod. “Although, I believe you could do him some kind of good to be around someone who finds him tolerable.” Charles gave a not so subtle glance toward the Wolverine who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

An awkward and tense silence fell over the trio. Y/N cleared her throat, tugging on the hem of her dress which lay only an inch above her knees. “Is that all you wanted to tell us?”

“Well, I do need to speak to you about this art trip you have planned. Logan, you’re welcome to stay, you might find this information useful.”

“Fuck no, I have better things to do with my time.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. She visibly flinched at his words and her smile became so fake it made him ache. Charles’s own expression fell as he sat back in his high-back chair.

“Then if you’ll please excuse us, we have some things to discuss.” He said sternly, quite obviously not pleased with Logan’s rudeness. “Close the door on your way out.”

As the door swung shut behind him, Logan caught the smallest whimper escaping her lips and the muffled words of his old friend consoling her.

The manor was almost dead silent as Logan emerged from the cave that was his room. There were no sounds of footsteps (save for his own), or screaming or chatter, there wasn’t even the ever present clatter of utensils from the kitchen.

Curiously, he wandered through the empty halls, occasionally glancing into the empty rooms he passed. Just as his dark brows began to furrow with concern, Ororo turned the corner, nose buried in a book. “Hey Storm.” Her dark eyes met his own.

“Logan?” She replied with a curious head tilt before returning to her book. Logan huffed through his nose.

“Where is everyone?” She gave him a strange look and glanced over her shoulder as if the answer to his question was just behind her. The young mutant snapped her book shut.

“At the MET? You know the big field trip that Y/N organised. I thought you were going with them. She has been talking about it for weeks.” Logan’s frown deepened. That was today? Storm seemed to pause as she took in his stormy expression. “Oh, I guess you forgot. No wonder she was so upset when they left. I guess it’s a good thing Erik went with her then.”

Just then, noise exploded through the halls once more as dozens of feet stomped on the expensive hardwood. Ororo sighed heavily through her nose, upset at not being able to have a little more quiet to finish off her chapter. But Logan remained frozen in place, his veins filled with icy terror. “Repeat that last part?”

She glanced at him with a devastating side eye. “Evidently, Erik saw how upset she was this morning when you didn’t get on the bus so he decided to go with her to take care of the kids.” She shrugged and tucked the leather-bound volume under her arm. “She looked like she was going to cry before he stepped up.”

Poison curled in his gut but he quickly stamped it down. Just then, kids and teens stampeded around the corner, hyped up on what Logan guessed to be sugar and excitement. And right smack dab in the middle was Magneto, his head thrown back in laughter, the corded muscles in his neck and shoulders rippling with the movement. His right arm was bent allowing for the soft hand of the younger woman to rest on his forearm. Y/N was smiling shyly at him, not used to the undivided attention he was giving her.

As they passed him, Logan caught her eye. She barely even gave him a glance but he saw the sadness deep within those e/cs and he knew it was because of him. She quickly looked away, drawing her gaze back to the dangerous mutant who was speaking once more, his laughter fading. But Logan couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roaring in his ears.

He watched them until they disappeared into one of the many living rooms of the manor. “At least he got her smiling again.” He barely registered Ororo’s words before she too left him.

This went on for weeks. It seemed that everywhere he turned, Logan would see the unlikely pair together. Whether that be baking in the middle of the night, reading quietly in the library, working on lesson plans, he even saw them training together!

He watched them from afar as they grew closer and her pull away from himself until one day he was walking out of his classroom after a long day. “Wait up!” Unconsciously, Logan slowed his pace , a smile crawling upon his face. He expected the familiar weight of her touch against his arm, the smell of her floral perfume and the bright sound of her laughter but when a blur raced by him, his heart dropped.

Y/N flung herself at Erik who was just a few paces in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug too tight to be just friendly. He caught her easily, his arms winding around her thick waist and tugged her closer.

Logan forced himself to turn away, missing the sad look she cast him, heartbreak clear in her eyes.

The end-of-school party was alive with laughter and music. Lights floated over the small dance floor that had been assembled in the gardens. Professors mingled on the wooden stage, swaying to the smooth acoustic guitar Kurt was strumming. But Logan’s attention was trapped on the centre of the crowd where a small circle of space had been formed and trying as hard as he might, he couldn’t look away.

Y/N twirled in time with the music, her eyes shut as she let it wash over her. Her skin glowed in the golden sunset, the sweat along her brow sparkled like glitter as she moved. Pale green tulle embroidered with dozens of sunflowers floated around her, her dress fluttering in the light breeze. She was absolutely breath-taking. No weight rested on her shoulders nor anxiety in her face. She was serene, she was like a goddess in human form, dancing and delighting with mere mortals.

How badly he wanted to stride across the gardens and take her into his arms, to feel her curves beneath his palms as they moved together. Logan shook himself from those thoughts and took another sip of whiskey. The alcohol burned as it slid down his throat but that was nothing compared to the burning rage in his stomach as another man approached her.

Erik, dressed in a matching dark green suit, caught her mid-twirl, his left hand holding her hips in place as he captured her left hand in his right. She fell easily into step with him, her once fluid movements becoming a slow waltz.

Logan was so consumed in his anger that he hadn’t noticed another person walking to his side until they were right next to him.

“Why are you so worked up about this? You’ve made it very clear that you can barely even tolerate her.” Logan’s scowl deepened, his eyes growing even darker with rage as Hank spoke to him. “I mean even I’ve heard about the things you’ve said to her and I barely leave the lab.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Beast.” He didn’t bother to hide the way he was glaring at the pair. Almost as if in slow motion, Erik pressed his lips to her ear, speaking in a whisper so quiet, even Logan’s powerful hearing couldn’t pick it up. She pulled away from him for just a moment and hope bloomed in his chest. But it quickly died as she nodded in response.

Erik took her hand, their fingers intertwining as he led her away. Logan slammed his now empty glass down on the temporary bar behind him and stormed off towards the couple. The music faded away as he ran.

Her laugh carried on the breeze, the skirt of her dress fluttering behind her. Logan ran faster, now regretting the tight suit pants and button-up he donned for the evening as they got steadily further and further away.

Without thinking, he made a sharp left, launching himself over the perfectly pruned flower beds Charles loved so much and tore through the gardens. Then suddenly, she was within sight. One heeled foot was over the threshold but he still had a chance.

With a final burst of speed he grabbed Y/N’s wrist before she could enter the manor, forcing her to let go of the other man. “Don’t go with him. Please.”

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“I can’t let you go with him. Y/N, I-“ He swallowed harshly, his grip tightening ever-so-slightly. Y/N looked over her shoulder to the other mutant only to find him gone. “Fuck why can’t I just say it.”

Her body was fully turned to him now. “Say what?”

Taking in a deep breath, he looked into her eyes. “I love you.” The slap came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from his lungs. Y/N’s jaw was dropped in shock as if she didn’t see it coming either even though it was her hand that now burned with the sting of meeting his unshaven cheek.

“Let me go, who-who put you up to this?” She attempted to pull away from his hold but he wouldn’t let her go.

“Y/N-“ He started but was quickly interrupted when she spoke again, tears spilling down her full cheeks and voice wavering.

“No. You can’t feel that towards me, you barely even like me. You’ve made that very clear over the past couple weeks, no the past year! You brush me off! You make me feel like an idiot! You ignored my blatantly obvious feelings for months and now you say something?!”

“You feel the same?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course I do! That’s why I asked you to go to the MET with me. I was gonna bring you to the American wing where all the native art was because I know you love it so much and then I was going to tell you. But then you were just so awful to me when Erik got here and you forgot about the trip!” Once again, she tried to break his grip but Logan instead tugged her back and right into his broad chest.

With a massive paw, he cupped her soft jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Can you just let me explain?” Her bottom lip popped out in a pout but she didn’t object. “I have lost so much, too much. Every woman I have ever loved has died because I loved them. And you, you are so young and so beautiful and way too kind for your own good. I love you more than anyone else and I guess that scared me. I pushed you away. But I can’t do it anymore, I can’t watch you fall for someone else.”

“Goddamnit.” She growled before her arms shot out and wrapped around the back of his neck so she could yank his face down to her level, and then she kissed him.

Stars burst around them like little fireworks as he pulled her closer by the small of her back. Her hands travelled from his neck downwards so her fingers could curl into his shirt like she was terrified that this was all just some dream.

“You do anything even remotely close to that whole fiasco again and I will let Erik do whatever he wants to you.” She murmured against his lips.

“Just kiss me again, sunshine.” And she did.

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Love Is A Polaroid Steddie ficlet | ~2k | cw: implied/referenced self-destructive behaviour, drinking, a little heartbreak before it gets better | happy sappy steddie & platonic stobin

inspired by the insanely talented @inklessletter 's #polaroid series (go check out their art right now!!!)

"Steeeve, please!" Robin begs. Literally begs.

Like, hands folded together as if in prayer, a pleading look in her eyes, expression as if she's in pain.

"Robs, no! I don't- that's stupid. I don't feel comfortable with you following us around to take pictures for your- whatever it is." He waves a hand at her dismissively.

"It's a project, Steve. For my Photography Studies course."

He should know, she already explained that. Told him something about visualizing love in its purest form. Told him she wants to take polaroid pictures of him and Eddie. No posing, just random shots whenever she feels like it. Pictures in black and white - something about using dark tones and deep contrasts to enhance the beauty of simple moments in their day to day life.

"Whatever. I still don't get why it has to be us?"

Steve is a little frustrated. She's been going on about her wonderful idea for a good few minutes now, not willing to drop the subject no matter how adamantly Steve declines. She knows how shy he gets when he knows someone is taking a picture of him. He hates how he always looks a little off, has never felt very photogenic. So, the mere thought of Robin capturing him in possibly awkward situations with his boyfriend makes his skin crawl.

"Well, first of all, you are my best friends, so it would mean a lot to have you be part of it. Plus, we live together so I wouldn’t be around you any more than I already am. You wouldn’t even notice. And you two are the perfect motive because-“ Robin’s eyes flicker down to her own feet, unable to hold his gaze.

Her face is suddenly painted with a faint crimson blush. Steve's furrowed brows smooth out and his expressions go soft again when he looks at his best friend's bashful little smile as she looks sheepishly back up at him.

"You are the perfect motive because I've never seen two people being so in love with each other. Makes me sick how soft and cute you two are, if I'm honest."

Robin chuckles and Steve snorts loudly, both rolling their eyes at the same time because God, when did Robin become such a sap?

"What you and Eddie have is love in its purest form. It’s unapologetic, honest, and real. It's all I ever want to find for myself. I'm fucking jealous of you, Steve!"

They laugh and Steve ignores the violent tug in his heart caused by her words.

What him and Eddie have really is special. He knows it's some kind of miracle that they've ended up where they are now. It wasn't always that easy. There were times when Steve wanted to just give up. When the world tumbled down and buried him under its weight. When he thought he could never have Eddie like that, wanted to rather die than live life without him.

When Steve realised he had fallen in love with his best friend, his best male friend, he panicked. Finding out he likes boys like he likes girls wasn't even the scariest part. What really took him out was the fear of losing Eddie if he ever told him the truth. For weeks he tried to push his feelings down, tried to cage them behind his ribs but all it did was make him suffer even more. Every time Eddie looked at him, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Every time Eddie touched him, it left a searing sensation on his skin. Every time they were alone, Steve felt like he was losing his mind, desperately trying to fight the urge to kiss the boy so blissfully unaware of the heartache he caused him. He fought and suffered in silence until he couldn’t take it anymore and succumbed to the tormenting ache in his chest. Until he fell into a dark hole.

Steve drifted apart, dulling his feelings with unhealthy amounts of booze. Hunting for warm, willing bodies to sink into. Starving for touch and affection just to feel anything other than the grief-stricken pain of losing the lover he never even had to begin with.

Of course, his self-destructive behaviour hadn’t gone unnoticed by his friends. Robin tried everything in her power to get through to him. Offered advice and help for all the wrong problems because she couldn’t have known that the real issue was his own fucking mind and his inability to talk about what kept him up at night. What made him so angry and distant and numb.

And then there was Eddie. Sweet, kind, and caring Eddie who couldn’t keep watching his friend ruin his own life anymore. Who gave him an ultimatum – stop hurting yourself or I’ll leave.

Eddie’s words felt like a pistol held to his head, the determination in his teary eyes like a finger ready to pull the trigger. Steve knew he meant it, knew this was his last chance. He would lose the one person that meant everything to him.

“I can’t lose you, Eddie.”

“Then let me love you instead.”

He said the words like it was easy. Like it hadn’t nearly cost Steve his sanity to even think them.

Love.

Love you.

“I love you!”

Steve felt like he was startling awake from a nightmare. One of those where, once you’ve opened your eyes, you instantly forget its horrors. That’s what it felt like when his confession found its way out of his mouth, making the pain of the past months disperse into nothingness.

Eddie had been right there all this time.

Eddie, with tears running down his beautiful face, smiling lovingly at Steve. Eddie, who brought his hands up to each side of Steve’s face before he leaned down and sealed his lips with a bruising kiss. Despair and pain spilling from his mouth as he licked his way inside, forcefully pushing something else in their place. Filling Steve’s insides with warmth and light and happiness. Passion running through his veins, pumping love into his heart, restarting the rotten organ to pick up its once steady beat. Its rhythm hard and fast, growing in size so big Steve felt like it would burst right through his chest.

I. Love. You.

Three simple words were all it took.

All the pain, the suffering, the loveless nights, and dreadful days – they all vanished in the seconds it took to say them out loud.

Three simple words, that seemed so frightening in his mind, so loaded with too much meaning and not enough weight to truly express what he felt.

What he still feels.

Loving Eddie and be loved by him in return is so easy. It’s easy because it just comes naturally. It’s what makes their love so pure, so honest, and true. They have one heart beating in two separate bodies. They are a two-piece puzzle, their curves and edges shaped to fit. A perfect match.

Steve holds out his hands, waits for Robin to take them in hers, and pulls her into a hug.

“Eddie already said yes, hasn’t he?” Steve says through a defeated smile.

“Well, his exact words were ‘You’re gonna regret it, Bucks.’ And then he said something about being extra nasty and insufferable just to wind me up. But yeah, he’s on board.” Robin huffs out a laugh.

Steve pulls her tighter, laughs when he practically hears Eddie’s voice in his head, sees his mischievous grin before his inner eye.

Eddie loves to be the centre of attention. Loves to be in the spotlight. Of course, he would be happy to provide himself as vessel for Robin’s artistic outlet.

The things you do for love, Steve sighs before he agrees.

Polaroid #1

Movie night. The three friends are watching some old, trashy horror movie. Steve had a very stressful day at work, can barely keep his eyes open when they’re not even 15 minutes into the movie. He falls asleep on the couch, unbothered by Robin and Eddie’s bickering and laughing. When the movie comes to an end, Eddie leans down to Steve’s resting body, foreheads touching as he takes a moment to just listen to the other man’s calm breathing. ‘Hey baby,’ Eddie whispers softly, ‘time to get up.’ He kisses the tip of Steve’s nose, waits for him to slowly drift out of his deep slumber.

Steve smiles sleepily when he opens his eyes and sees Eddie’s face hovering over him, accepts the gentle press of Eddie’s lips against his own.

‘C’mon, darling. Let’s get you to bed.’

‘I’m not even tired anymore,’ Steve says, his face scrunched up when he yawns loudly.

‘Hmm, I know a way to tire you out, baby. Don’t worry,’ Eddie answers smugly, brushing their noses together before he kisses him again.

Robin makes a gagging sound, but smiles as she takes a picture to capture this soft little moment.

Polaroid #2

Sunday morning. They are all a little groggy from Robin’s early birthday celebrations last night. They’ve been out dancing, downing shot after shot, having an awesome time. Now, the buzz from the night before is gone and makes way for headaches and hangover munchies. Steve promised Robin pancakes in the morning and she’s desperate for him to finally get up and make them. She knocks on their bedroom door and steps in without waiting for an answer. The boys are still in bed. Eddie looks like he just woke up with his frazzled hair hanging into his face, lying half on top of Steve, rubbing his eyes. ‘Just five more minutes’, Steve grumbles, refuses to turn and get up.

It’s her Birthday, sure, and he promised her food she absolutely, definitely needs to soak up the remaining alcohol in her system – but she can give him another five minutes.

When she returns (exactly five minutes later), she captures Eddie and Steve still in bed. Eddie’s lips grazing the skin on his mole-speckled back with a dreamy look in his eyes, while Steve sighs in defeat ‘Alright, Robs. You win.’

The shutter clicks just before he turns around to throw a pillow at her head, causing Eddie to tumble to the side and nearly topple off the bed.

Polaroid #3

Robin sorts through the pile of polaroid pictures she’s taken over the last two weeks:

Steve and Eddie dancing in the kitchen to some dorky love song.

Steve resting between Eddie’s thighs where they lie cuddled up on the sofa, Eddie reading his favourite book to Steve.

Eddie trying and failing to make a handstand, Steve beside him, holding his belly from laughing so hard.

A picture of all three of them on Robin’s birthday, faces covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup after devouring their pancakes like starving animals.

Eddie with his guitar in his lap, Steve sitting on the floor across from him. They share a loving look, eyes full of desire and devotion.

And then- Robin startles in shock. How did that get in here?

She knows she didn’t take that picture. She couldn’t have. Not with the way she already feels the deep blush creeping up her face because- Jesus! That’s entirely too personal. She feels like she’s invading their privacy just by looking at that. This surely isn’t meant for anyone’s eyes but theirs.

It’s not like they’re visibly naked but the position of their bodies leaves literally no room for speculations. One of Eddie’s hands wrapped around Steve’s throat and Steve looks like- well, he looks absolutely fucking blissful. Robin can practically hear the soft moans escaping his parted lips (How she knows what he sounds like, you ask? They swore to never ever talk about that incident ever again).

It looks like Eddie is kissing him. Or maybe he licks his skin. Maybe he whispers some dirty words into his ear, tells him how he’s going to wreck him – who knows? The point is, Robin doesn’t want to know because as much as she adores them, as much as she’s been prying on their sweet moments over the past weeks, there are things that should be kept between them.

She’s going to frame it and surprise them with it. (What she doesn’t know, is that Eddie sneaked that picture into her folder just to tease her. What she also doesn’t know is that there’s a whole collection of more of these kind of pictures hidden in a shoebox under their bed.)

#steddie ficlet #tumblr fic #inspired by #inklessletter #polaroid series

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ganymedesclock · 1 year

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I don't believe institutional misandry is real but I do believe there is an aspect of white, cis-hetero-amato-normative patriarchy that requires male suffering.

At the core of misogyny and queerphobia is the revelation these are tools to police masculinity. This entire system is contingent on that men are afraid they are doing it wrong. The Other is used to threaten, this could be you if you step out of line. And the tightrope that it herds its hypothetical perfectly normal men onto burns the feet.

A Real Man should want a wife and want to have sex with that wife to produce biological offspring. But he oughtn't be a father. Change a diaper? Good heavens, you're emasculated. The most acceptable parental emotion a man is allowed to have, encouraged to look up to, is a kind of territorial rage, the superhero avenging his dead tragic girlfriend, the gun-toting furious dad clutching his little helpless baby girl who's all he has left.

A Real Man should be young-looking, sexually potent, and studly, but he mayn't under any circumstances be caught committing artifice or seduction. Cleanliness or fastidiousness becomes suspect. But of course every fictional male model we're given to look up to, most of them are played by men dieted and styled and carefully dressed and painted and polished with extravagant artifice. But we are led to believe, this is just a Real Man. He's So Manly he is cashing an exception with his bank account of testosterone.

A Real Man is a starving, isolated animal. A Real Man becomes desperate on the woman he is told is his only possible outlet for softness, vulnerability, compassion and understanding, which no human being can live without and which women are not inherently more blessed with any of those traits besides men.

Meanwhile, the two-year-old boys that I watch scamper and play at my workplace seem a fascinating form of animal. If they comprehend themselves as boys at all, it is without this anxiety of competition. They do not see themselves as defined by absence to flinch from anything that's too feminine. They seize princess dresses from the dress-up station, excited by bright fabrics and plastic jewels. They quarrel for teacher attention when they see their long-haired classmates being given braids or ponytails, me too me too me too!

At this point, they are motivated not by a fear of being an inadequate man but by a love for being exactly what they are right now. Whatever experience appeals to them, they want it. As I watch these boys age, I watch many of them- as early as age three- begin to squirm with anxiety. They have spoken to girls too much. Only boys are ordinary, uncomplicated friends. In a few years, will they dread the time they now spend playing house?

Misogyny and queerphobia make a wasteland of masculinity for everyone, in the process of recruiting soldiers for the crusades against the "unmanly". Those campaigns would dry up in the face of meaningful, healthy masculinity that isn't built on a terror of inadequacy and a territorial selfishness not reflected by the world we live in. None of these traits are inherent to men. We can do better. We can escape this. We will live fuller, happier lives without it.

#masculinity is not synonymous with violence #no matter how much bigots howl and cry that it is #long post

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Content includes: SFW, mild mentions of blood, vampire kinks, mentioned vampire Harbingers though only slight (it's gonna look like a Childe fic at first but trust me, I'm not writing for his ginger ass anytime soon), ball room dancing that's probably all over the place.

Scroll away if you don't entertain any au's regarding vampires, witches, and hunters. Also this is quite long, almost two-thousand and five hundred words, grab a snack!

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In a distant, secluded land, lays a splendid manor. Filled with guests, ranging from vampires and humans alike, all under the gaze of stars that mimic splatters of white paint scattered across a canvas, they glimmer and shine in the moonless night. Leaves entranced by the soft touches of the wind, sway according to its direction.

A melodious tune of a violin accompanied by a piano reaches the ears of laughing guests, played by the two pale men situated in the middle of the ballroom, wearing well-tailored suits, both playing their mastered instruments, each movement effortless as they played, gaining the attention of almost everyone inside.

A beautiful young-lady stood out from the rest, wearing a luxurious gown, one would think it was embroidered by the gods themselves. It twinkles with every step she makes, matching with the hat veil covering half of her face. Heads turn as she steps inside the luxurious manor, taking the breath of almost every attracted man and jealous woman away.

Her eyes dart across the room, exchanging pleasant smiles with everyone who was courageous enough to lock eyes with her intimidating gaze. Her heels clacking against the marble floor, the light from the chandelier illuminates her figure even more so as she crosses the center of the room, the other guests attention stolen from the musicians who were to engrossed in their own music to notice their gazes drifting away.

From across the ballroom, a group of dark dressed people started whispering among themselves. A tall man with a slender figure spoke up first, “Looks like I’ve found my main “food” for entertainment for the night,” He says with a whistle, eyes quickly moving to his companions in search for support, “Get it? Like “food” as in-”

“You better shut your mouth if you’re considering continuing that sentence.” The much taller woman threatens, raising the wine glass in her hand above his head.

The tall man immediately takes a step back, “Woah, no need to be so irritated first thing in the night! What’s a little comradery between us Harbingers?” He carps, shaking his head with fake disappointment.

“Oh, cut the crap, number 11. I’d rather starve and decay than be anything more than a business partner with you,” the shorter man grumbles, boring holes in the latter’s head.

The ginger-haired man frowns and turns to look at him after seeing the woman nod along, “Really? You’re still holding that over my head?”

The short-tempered man didn’t bother responding, focusing his attention on something much more worthwhile his attention. Surveying the rest of the room from where he stands, the mysterious woman “number 11” mentioned appeared to be looking at their direction after crossing the center of the room. Most of her features being hidden due to the shadow of the balcony above, so he couldn’t make a guess who she was.

But before he could even start guessing at all, the annoying one disrupts, “Ooh, would you look at that, a pretty little woman looking right at your direction, would you dare?” he muses from beside him. Scaramouche turns to glare at him, but immediately regrets it when he’s faced with Childe’s eat-shitting grin, “Do you know her?” He asks instead.

Childe looks back at him, “Me? Oh, no, if I did, I would’ve left you guys here as soon as she came in. I’m sure her company would be more worth my time.” He comments with a snort.

Scaramouche returns his gaze to the woman upon hearing his “No,” finding her to have already left her previous spot and headed for the food on the table near where they’re standing. Upon realizing this, he felt his eye twitch.

As if feeling his bruised ego, Childe whispers to him with a sigh, “Maybe your charms just didn’t work on her,” patting his shoulder with a plastered smile on his features.

He had to grit his teeth near breaking point to avoid punching him.

Resorting to a more tamed option, Scaramouche pushes his hand off his shoulder, giving him the fiercest glare he could muster. “I’d like to see you make an attempt. After all, I think I’d prefer to eat stale food than give you a try too,” He gave a snarky remark. A small but victorious smirk grew on his face after seeing Childe’s face drop.

“Well, I doubt anyone would be willing to give me a pass when you’re next to me, the choice is obvious, don’t you think?” Childe replies, expression quickly transitioning to a smug one, almost too smug for his liking.

Before Scaramouche could even rebut, Childe already slid past him and made way to approach the lady. He wishes he could watch him make a fool out of himself, yet as he turns to glance behind him, Signora was already staring at him with a repulsed look, head tilted to the side. Scaramouche walks away from the scene filled with resent.

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A half-eaten sweet in one hand, a ginger-haired man kissing the other, [Name] stands frozen in front of the table filled with food (thankfully they actually provided water and actual wine this time, she doesn’t think she can stomach accidentally drinking blood again), eyes wide and mouth agape. She lowers her gaze to look at the stranger, who has a ghost of a pleased smile on his face, “I apologize for the abrupt greeting, fair maiden. I simply could not take my eyes off of you,” He says and stands upright. [Name] lets her eyes wander his features, trying to recognize him from somewhere if she could.

She gulps down the remaining food in her mouth before speaking, “Good evening, dear Sir, may I inquire who you may be?” Ever so slowly moving her hand away from his mouth.

He might be one of those vampires that prefer blood from the wrist.

“Tartaglia, Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers- but you may call me “Childe” instead.” The stranger replies, holding a polite smile. “And you must be..?”

Well, there goes her plan of avoiding that one particular party for the night.

Was her get up too eye-catching?

Seriously, how unlucky is she going to be tonight? Please get at least get one vampire back home!

“..My name is [Name], it’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir Childe.” [Name] bobbed a curtsy to him, and he reciprocates by bowing as well. Finally letting go of her hand.

The Harbingers… A bunch of royal skinned vampires ganged up together. She’s never heard of any members’ names in it nor its organization (she doesn't really bother herself with it), but that didn’t mean she wanted to know either.

“I could say the same to you as well, Lady [Name]. It’s a privilege to be able to meet such a magnificent lady such as yourself in this fine night. If I may ask, what brings you here?” Childe asks after correcting his posture, his smile noticeably widening after seeing her flash a strained smile.

[Name] averts her eyes for a quick moment, appearing to be flustered, “Oh, I came here in my fathers stead. It was originally suppose to him as he has a meeting with one of the figures here, unfortunately, something happened to him that required a last minute switch.” She manages to lie, perhaps she should’ve prepared herself a bit more. The last time she went in an event like this to hunt, none of them even bothered to talk to her.

“Oh?” Childe muses, tilting his head as his eyes stare curiously at her.

She takes a deep breath, “It would’ve done him good to let it be yet, he insisted someone to go as it’s offensive to appear unattended despite his perfect reason for missing the event.” She sulks, furrowing her eyebrows for effect.

The gentleman laughs, “It certainly is- well, for some at least.” He says, eyes lingering from her eyes to her gloved hand. “But I wouldn’t call it “unfortunate” for the most part, I say it must be pretty lucky that fate allowed us to be here together?” Childe adds, his voice going an octave lower.

[Name] catches where his gaze lingers, and a ghost of a smirk creeps up her face. “I dare say it must be, Sir Childe, I couldn’t think I could be any less lucky of having met you.” She says, biting back the tone of sarcasm she wishes to add.

Alright, so he is one of those vampires. Should she go to the bathroom to apply the drug now or later? He looks like someone impatient.

His eyes light up at that, “I am delighted to hear you agree, Lady [Name]!” Childe exclaims with a grin, and as he was about to add to the conversation, the lights in the room suddenly go dark, all except for a spot in the middle. The musicians playing the terrible music from before paused their playing, taking the noise from the other guests with them, making the entire room ghost quiet.

[Name] squints her eyes at the obvious trap, if they wanted people to engage in a ballroom dance, they should’ve just switched the tune of to something more mellow. She could see some people already nudging their partner for a dance, some formed a circle outside the light, anxiously looking at one another, waiting for a brave couple to steal the show. She sighs, now all that’s missing are some people who are willing enough to have everyone’s eyes on them-

“Well, seeing as they’re all basically staring at us,” Childe turns his attention back to [Name], reaching a hand out. “Lady [Name], would you like a dance?”

[Name] felt her world turn cold at his invitation, she hasn’t dance in almost a year, but she couldn’t just refuse him for the sake of her dignity. Her mission is on the line! “With pleasure,” she says through a forced smile. Ignoring the amount of eyes boring into her head as she takes his hand, cold sweat dripping down her back.

Quiet whispers and murmurs follow their every step, with Childe still wearing his signature smile, her hand in his, he couldn’t be more pleased.

They both reach the main spotlight in the room, placing themselves in front of the other. Once again, they did their own respective curtsies to one another, and soon after, the music starts.

Childe took a step forward, gaze never leaving hers as he places a hand to her waist, and [Name] had to resist the urge to move away. Placing a hand to his shoulder, maintaining her small smile to avoid accidentally offending him. Any moment he might rip her head off… probably.

Their bodies sway to the music, Childe looking as carefree as always, not minding the stares of multiple people right at him. Looking almost happy to be in the situation, a total contrast to [Name].

Step to the right, a step to the left.

Feet in their proper position.

Shifting weight equally to avoid slipping.

..ok, she’s got this.

Her dress follows her every movement perfectly, enhancing her enchanting looks even further he takes a step back and spun herself around, earning some amazed gasps from people around, including her dance partner. He looks almost pleased at seeing her move so gracefully. She only shyly smiles back as she held his hands once more.

Taking a step back once again, [Name] only manages to complete half of her spin when she almost collides with Childe, much to his fault for not letting go of her hands when she clearly gave him the cue to. Their faces mere inches away from each other, she could feel his breath tickle her cheek, and from this distance she could clearly see the missing shine in his eye. Her own breath got caught in her throat, but before she could ponder over it, he swiftly spins her back around to her original position from before, lifting his hand above her to let her move freely.

[Name] manages to maintain her poker face as she’s spun back around, but couldn’t shake the odd feeling in her chest. Almost as if something is about to go wrong.

Her gaze nervously alternates between his eyes and his face, Childe stays silent, “Your eyes..” She starts, her voice barely above a whisper.

He hums, both of them stepping forward before spinning around to switch their positions, “They’re.. unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” She continues, still entirely unsure whether to continue asking or not. Would she be suspicious if she did? Or would she be even more suspicious if she didn’t?

“Oh, that,” Childe chuckles, not letting his gaze on her ethereal face falter. “I’ve had it ever since I can remember.” She nods and spins around again, expecting him to do the same as before and so he did. Maneuvering her close to him with their hands still intertwined before letting go of the one held behind her waist to let her continue spinning to end up to his other side.

“I have a question,” Childe spoke up once they started to walk in a circle with their hands on each other’s waists, [Name] couldn’t see his face from this angle, so she had to stare at the people looking at them. Finding them dancing along, but farther away, as if afraid to even be near their presence.

She raises a brow at that, “What do you wish to know?” [Name] replies to him.

Childe asks, “When was the last time you danced in public like this?”

[Name] felt her blood run cold at the out-of-the-blue question, should she be honest? No, if she raised even more suspicion later on, he’d be able to connect the dots. “A while ago, why do you ask?” She answers, ending up with a plausible half-truth.

They stopped walking and each took a step outside of their makeshift circle with their hands out, [Name] spun herself around to land herself back to his arms, her back to his chest, “I just couldn’t help but notice how you were pretty nervous when we started.” He says, tone friendly as it had been in the first time, but she couldn’t help but feel offended. Was it necessary to point it out?

She smiles through her mild annoyance as she lands back to his chest after repeating the step, “Ah, please excuse my disgraceful dancing, I don’t usually go out as much as other women do.” She rolls her eyes, thankful for the veil covering half of her face.

Looking down, [Name] sees Childe’s shadow shake it’s head, “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that at all. In truth, I find it impressive to know you’re quick to recall the dance.”

She forces out a chuckle and steps back to repeat the step from before, placing her hands out for him to hold as she lightly spun herself around.

To be honest, she’s a little surprised herself too. The last ballroom dance she actually danced in was almost a year ago, she had to stop attending since they were getting too suspicious with the missing vampires every event held in this manor. It would be very bad if they found out about her.

Still, the place didn’t really change much since her last visit, it was still irritatingly bright and the food was still too stale for her. Did they only consider vampire and dead humans in their guest list?

And speaking of vampires, he… wait- why am I falling?

Her heart stopped beating as she looses her footing from the loss of support, it felt as if time had stopped as she felt herself descend ever so slowly onto the ground. Her hands continue to try and search for his hands, but she only grasped at air.

That was, until hands swiftly intertwined with hers again. Their bodies collide softly against each other, her heart threatening to burst out her chest at the split second fall.

Had this egotistic of a man forgotten to catch her all of a sudden? What if she actually fell!

She clasps their hands together (wishing she could break it there and then) and glares at the ground, pretending it was him, “Well, I certainly know a certain someone who forgot a portion of the dance.” [Name] swallows the tone of grumbling in her voice as much as she can, preparing to show him a frown as he spins her around once more, like a ballerina in a music box.

Except this time, instead of catching a glimpse of the ginger-hair she knows of, what she saw was unfamiliar indigo-colored hair.

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This is probably gonna take 2 more parts, since I plan to... never mind. Hope you enjoyed reading though!

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nevadas-night-time-novelist · 3 months

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if its alr with you, can i please request an auditor x angel!reader?? im so STARVED for auditor content 😭😭

Feather light and black as night

Auditor x Angel!Reader

The contrast between you and your lover was almost comical in nature. Auditor, a being of hellfire, destruction, darkness and doom, and you, in pristine white robes, gilded jewellery, gold painted nails, and a beautiful decorated halo behind you head.

A vicious warmongerer in black and blood red, and a pure light of salvation seeking to heal wounded and lost sheep in your shared domain.

Your feathered ears twitched softly, listening intently to the wayward sinner before you, his burned out red eyes full of anger and indignant righteousness. "I understand your plight, shepard, but you and I both know calling on my kin to purge the land of this wickedness won't work. There are factors at play that put all of us in danger, and calling on Heaven's highest orders will amount to thousands of holy souls lost."

"This is unjust and you know it! A fellow angel should realise this! Wicked sin has scorned this earth and continues to mount, you think Heaven's gates will be safe should they learn a way to access theme?" Jebediah slammed his hands on your desk, his own damaged wings spreading wide. "It's only a matter of time before this wickedness spills over, and even Heaven itself will be corrupted."

"Have you no faith in the lord, Christoff?" Blinking slowly, your feathery eyelashes somehow fanning the flames of his damaged soul. "I know you're desperate for a solution, this is your home. But I cannot call upon those higher than me, even if I wanted to. Rest assured, we are watching, and when the time is right, Heaven's gates shall open, and salvation shall come to all the land. Patience, Christoff, is a virtue after all."

Jeb folded his wings behind his back, despite how often he came to argue his point, he would always back down at your words. You knew deeply he was soothed by the presence of a divine being, seeking to vent his anger and conflicted feelings at someone he shared ambitions with. "I shall continue this plight alone then, for now."

"You're never alone, Christoff. The lord is with you always. Go now in peace, shepard. May the light shine with you."

"And with you." As he left your office, the Auditor passed him, and slipped in, seeing as you were now alone.

"Is he bothering you again?" He knew of Jeb's reoccurring visits too, a desperate wannabe holy soul begging for reassurance he was on the right path.

"Not at all." Your wings fluffed up as you stood. "Greetings, Auditor. How may I aid you today?" The light of your halo illuminated your features, bathing everything in divine holy light.

Auditor shut the door with a flick of his wrist. "It's an informal visit, this time." He crossed the room and his figure melded to yours, his flames rolling into each crevice in your robe, swirling into your hair, gliding between your feathers.

To an angel, no matter their rank, touching wings was seen as the highest form of intimacy, saved for family, close friends, and lovers. "I'm still supposed to be working, my love," If Auditor had knees, they'd be weakening right now.

The sweet pet name, love, and the fact you called him yours. The words rolled off your tongue often enough, but the sparks in his stomach never dimmed, no matter how much you used them, never losing their lustre.

"Do you have any idea how maddening it is having you so close, but never close enough with those prying eyes?" Auditor longed to bask in your holiness every second of the day, but both of you had work to attend to, making his desires impossible.

You'd been sent down initially by your arch angel to help convert sinners, purgatory and hell having too high an intake for the demons to keep track of, and heaven offered to lighten the load, as long as the wayward would allow light into their hearts.

His lips brushed against yours, the heat of his body rushing over you, and instinctively you kissed back, hand cradling the back of his head, his hands coming to rest in the curve of your back and on your spine.

Reflexively, your spine plumage puffed up, an indicator of relaxation. "We still have much to do before we retire for the night," You mumbled softly, but you leaned further in his arms, letting him secure you in his grasp.

"You're not backing off though, angel." Auditor teased you. If you really wanted to, he'd let you go, but both of you knew you didn't want that right now. His touch felt good, and it had been a long day already. "Care to split early and allow me to indulge in your presence?"

A stubborn hardass, but Audi had a soft spot for you, not only because of the power you represented, but because your attitude. You were a lot more positive than the other people he was surrounded by, and that was what attracted him to you to begin with.

"Very well, I suppose we've earned some time to ourselves." You wriggled from his grasp, much to his mumbling protests, but you needed to turn your sign around. 'The Angel is OUT, please return at 6am.'

Auditor's body once again embraced yours, he was feeling rather clingy today. His hands rolled over your arms, fingers interlacing with yours, his chest pressed into your back, head resting on your shoulder, carefully avoiding being stabbed by the spikes of your halo. "Are you finished here dear?"

A gasp left your lips as he lightly nibbled your neck. "Behave!" Your wings puffed up, eyes opening on them to stare at him. "Such behaviour in public is inappropriate!" Even with nobody around, angelic prudishness still shone through.

"Then allow us to go somewhere more private?" Darkness filled the room, and suddenly you were both in the Auditor's private chambers. It was dimly lit by candles, and soft ambient lighting from fairy lights on the ceiling. Lavender incense burned on his side table, bed carefully laid with your favourite comforter and pillows.

"You've been slacking off work to do this, haven't you?" You giggled, turning to see him changing into lounge wear, hanging his suit up to keep it crisp and straight.

"Perhaps a little. But you're worth the effort, and so much more, carissima." You opened your drawers, taking out your own lounge robes, slits in the back to fit your wings into. Fresh white linens with golden embroidery, folded with care and neatly in line. "Lay down, I would like to prune your wings, if you'll allow me."

Audi melted into the floor, flames rolling over the ground and onto the bed, before he manifested again, patting his lap. He really, really loved your wings. "Very well, seeing as how much effort you've put into this." Slumping down onto your shared bed, you spread your left wing over his lap, and he carefully began to run his fingers into the white plumage.

Black and red mixing with white and gold, a harsh contrast that seemed to fit so well together. "Ah amica mea, you're too kind." Again your spines puffed up, relaxing as Audi's warm hands massaged your wings and pulled out loose feathers.

Latin, oh, you nearly made him swoon. "Anything for you carissima."

"I do have a query, dear."

"Yes my lover?"

"What do you do with my loose feathers?"

Ah.

"I.. Keep them. In my suits. Replace them once they get frayed and worn. It's nice to have little pieces of you with me when you can't be there physically." He leaned down, kissing your wing softly.

"Unfair, why don't I have something like that?" You giggled playfully, not being serious.

Auditor's face turned red, that was unexpected. "I could offer you that if you wanted." You looked up at him, his face flush and burning. "There is nothing you could ask for that I couldn't deliver." He summoned a golden necklace, a tiny vial acting as the pendant. Slowly unscrewing the top, he placed a piece of his fire into the jar, sealing it shut again. "Sit up, let me put it on you."

You obeyed, rising to your knees and turning your back to him, sweeping your hair out of the way, allowing him to attach the chain. "It's perfect," Touching the bottle, you felt heat radiating from it, the same warmth when he touched you.

"And how perfectly it adds to you." He smiled, cuddling into you. "What a wonderful idea, now people will be aware of the fact you're mine."

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fleet-of-fiction · 4 months

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Jake Kiszka // Female Narrator

Part Five

After a blinding light eradicates mankind, you're left in a desolate and empty world. A year of solitude eliminates all belief that anyone else was left behind. Until a chance encounter on the side of the road. Jake is injured and fighting for his life, but his presence brings a renewed sense of hope. Touch starved and lonely, you need him. And undoubtedly, he needs you too.

"It would be the last man on earth that would end up being mine..."

Explicit sexual content Sex (penetrative & oral) /Foreplay /Blood / Injury / Hunting. / Intense emotions / Death.

Day 469 ~ Jake

The house sat at the top of a steep incline, up a winding driveway that had begun to be reclaimed by nature. Cracks in the cement where little shrubs had started to grow and leaves that were never blown away. Neglected and abandoned.

It reminded me a little of Josh's house. With pristine edges and white walls, coveted by obscure works of art. Book shelves that were gathering dust and kitchen utensils left out on the surfaces as if the owners had just stepped out of the room.

Amelia seemed to know where she was going. "I found this place a couple of months after I moved into Grandma's cabin."

She led me down a narrow corridor, flanked by a bank of full length windows overlooking a sweeping back yard that was shrouded by trees. Photo's of the family who once lived there sitting on the wall opposite, happy faces forever immortalised for no one else to ever see.

"I hit every house within a 10 mile radius. Looking for supplies, anything that I could use. Food, toiletries. And I was about to leave when I noticed this..."

She stopped at the end of the corridor, leaning against a nondescript door. Her face sincere as she ran hands up my arms, coming to rest around my shoulders.

"We have to take whatever joy we can find in this world." She said, "And if we're lucky, we'll take back some of the joys we had before."

I'd known nothing but joy since I'd almost died. There wasn't a single moment I'd had with her that hadn't made me question whether I would take any of it back to have the world filled with every other person I'd ever loved again.

It was something I'd wrestled with. The notion that I could happily exist in a world I'd come to hate simply because she was in it with me. I was thinking about Josh again when she opened the door, simply because I'd been reminded of him. And the certainty within which I knew I wouldn't take any of it back, even if it meant having him back, drew a conflict within the likes of which I'd never known before.

But it was all for nothing. As I stepped into the room she'd been eager to show me, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I loved her enough to never want the old world back.

"Amelia..." I gasped. "What in the...fuck."

Mounted on an oak panelled wall were an array of vintage guitars. A brazilian board 1959 Gibson Les Paul. Shining in the last rays of the afternoon sun. I reached out and touched it, trembling as my fingers remembered what it felt like to know strings. A custom Fender strat in dark red with a black mottled pattern that looked like spilled paint if you looked too closely. A plain red stratocaster and an acoustic Martin dreadnought with a mahogany neck.

"I know that you said you didn't play anymore. Not without your brothers. But I think you should play again. For them. To them. And maybe somehow, I don't know how insane it might be, but maybe they'll hear you. Wherever they are..."

She was nervous. Biting her lip and wringing her hands in the sleeves of her sweater. Anticipating that I'd reject the sweetness of her idea, of this perfect gift.

"You brought me here because you knew that I would love it, didn't you?" I asked, although it wasn't really a question.

"Is that so bad?" She replied, opening her arms as if I would somehow be mad at her.

The room was decked out with framed vinyls. Some were so old I'd never seen them before. There were a few more guitars leaned up against the opposite wall and a beaten up drum kit in the window. It looked as if it had been played to death, with the cymbals hanging off and the kick drum looked as if one more pound on it would tear it right in half.

"It's not bad at all, why would you think that?" I pulled her into me, her little body slotting into my embrace like it had always meant to be there. "Just because I said I didn't play anymore doesn't mean I wouldn't love this."

She rested her head against my shoulder. Let me sway her back and forth a little. Everything was so eerily quiet. Up here the wind howled a little more than it did around the cabin. It sounded like ghosts were singing to us, begging me to pick up one of those fine old ladies.

"Maybe I'm selfish. Maybe I just wanted to hear you for myself." She looked up at me, resting her lips on my jawline.

"Plenty have paid for the privilege." I replied, "What will you pay me for a private show?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I saved your life. This is you paying me, sweet thing."

She laughed and buried her face into my neck, kissing me there and holding me tight around my waist. Familiar and wholesome. Like she hadn't tried to push me away at all in the beginning.

She was the most incredible woman I had ever known. Her fears were like shadows now, she had this uncanny ability to turn them into her most beloved passions. Once she had been afraid to love me. And now, the ways in which she loved me were making me feel unworthy of it.

"Sometimes I don't think you realise how much you saved me." I told her, casting my eye on the acoustic. "Not just from that car wreck. But from a life of misery."

Of course I would play for her. If not her, then nobody. She made herself comfortable on a shaggy looking bean bag, folding herself into it and resting her head against her curled fist as she regarded me. I pulled the mahogany acoustic down from the wall, not wanting to tend to wires and amps just yet.

I considered coming up with something on the fly, but it had been so long since I had tinkered with strings that my mind began to wander so far away I couldn't make them work. I strummed a little, hearing the notes play out and something weird happened. I thought I'd never feel this ever again, this visceral wave that washed over me to the point of almost growing hard as I felt the back of the guitar against my groin.

Her eyes widened. She wasn't prepared.

"How does it make you feel, to have an audience again?" She asked softly, seductively.

The strings needed tuning a little. I turned the keys at the top of the neck, plucking out chords until they sounded pitch perfect.

"Sexy." I replied, "I always felt sexy whenever I went out on stage. They made me feel sexy. Kinda the same way you are now. Knowing they want to fuck you every time you play for them."

I didn't realise how much I missed the adrenaline. The feral cries of a crowd. Their voices rising in unison. Lights and screaming and the feeling that I might ascend with their love. I'd been someone in my life before. I'd known what it felt like to open my eyes and know I was doing something I loved completely. I hadn't felt like this in what felt like a life time.

"This is who you are, Jake." She uttered, sliding her hand down the curve of her hips. "You can't run from who you are forever."

I felt as if I didn't deserve her. For all she had done for me, for how incredible she was. There was no crowd that could ever compare to the way I felt in that moment playing for her.

"I can't sing our songs like Josh could." I confessed, "I'd be a poor imitation. But I'll try."

I couldn't hold the same power with my voice that my brother could. The part of me that had promised never to play again still sat in the shadows whispering to me that it would never be the same. But louder than that was Amelia's face watching me strum out the first chords of a song that meant everything to me.

"What's it called?" She asked.

Day 469 ~ Amelia

I knew he would love it. I'd all but forgotten about the little music room at the back of the big house on the corner of the road that led into Lafayette. It had meant nothing to me the first time I'd ventured in there. There was nothing in there that was of any use to me.

But today, it was like seeing the sun peek out from a grey cloud. I'd gone from doing everything in my power to ensure that he was never necessary to me, to doing everything in my power just to see him smile.

"It's called Broken Bells." He replied, "Josh used to say that it was about seeing that when things sometimes feel broken most of the time they're just lessons sent to help us see that everything will be alright in the end. I really wish he could be here to see that he was so fucking right."

What would I have done if he hadn't felt the same? I could feel myself dying a little inside at the melancholy way he played. His face expressing his grief. He played so hauntingly beautifully, in a way I hadn't really been prepared for. He closed his eyes and didn't even need to look at the way his fingers moved across the strings. He knew them, and they responded to him so lovingly. Almost as if they were an entity all of their own, able to come when he called.

If he hadn't have loved me in return I'd have been driven mad by it. Every rational bone in my body broken if I'd been forced to live beside him unrequited. I began to understand how lucky and fortunate I was as he began to sing. That he and I were somehow fated. And it wasn't just a coincidence that he was driving past me that day. He was creation and I was necessity. He'd made music for a world that needed to hear it and I'd treated them when they were sick. And for some unfathomable reason, we'd been left behind to exist together in this empty world.

But empty didn't have to mean broken. There was nothing but love in the world again. Nothing but this painful song that made tears spill from my eyes as I watched him and listened. What if this song was the only one being played? And the only one being listened to? I had hope that if anyone else had been left behind that they had somehow managed to find each other and find love within it.

"That was...beautiful." I sobbed, laughing at myself for crying at it.

He put down the guitar and came to me. Launching himself into the bean bag, the scrunchy sound of tiny styrofoam balls moving around as he wiggled into the space beside me.

"It always got an emotional reaction whenever we played it." He sighed, trailing soft palms down the side of my face. "It felt like people resonated with our songs for all different kinds of reasons. But with Broken Bells it always felt we were all on the same page. All of us feeling the same thing at the same time."

How could I have ever doubted him? This beautiful man with his beautiful music?

"I was just thinking, while you were playing it, that I hoped that somewhere out there that other people were listening to songs for the first time. That they'd found each other and found love, even in a world seemingly broken." I countered, feeling the heat of that familiar rush when I knew he was about to make love to me.

"If they aren't, then we have to love for all of those who can't." He said, trailing kisses down my jaw line.

Sometimes it felt silly. The things we said to each other. Things in the dead of night. In the cold light of day. In the middle of the afternoon when he was at his most sleepy, when he would linger in the kitchen looking to score a bowl of stew or soup before curling up on the couch with a book before he would fall asleep.

Even now, I could feel him nuzzle in. Our bodies entwined on the bean bag lazily tracing his thumb over my nipple as he sucked the flesh on my neck into perfect little shapes of his mouth.

"So, you really do like it?" I checked, just wanting to hear him say it one more time.

"Oh, yeah." He yawned, "That Les Paul is coming home with us for sure. And maybe I'll come back for the Strat, too."

I was wearing the black yoga pants I saved for hiking. The ones that I wore to collect fire wood. To muck out the horses and clear out the chicken coop. I never felt particularly sexy in them, or desirable. It felt almost like we'd become accustomed to seeing each other in our most desolate states.

But when he slipped them down around the curve of my ass and hitched me around so I was facing away from him, I was glad that I'd worn them. The way he pressed his hard on into my back and continued to roll my nipple around between his fingers as he breathed harder into my ear was the blessing I'd needed to know that I'd done the right thing.

We were both tired from the hike. Our bodies crying out for rest. The afternoon sun began to slip away, making room for cloud and darkness. I was acutely aware that there was no power in this house. No electricity. No running water. No heat. It was in my mind to interrupt his ministrations with these facts, but as his hand slipped below, coming up into my entrance from behind, I lost all manner of speech.

"You gonna let me thank you properly?" He asked, slaking two fingers inside me slowly. "Be my good girl and let me show you how much I love you?"

I was in no mood to protest. I watched the light outside fade as he ran stripes up my slit and into my clit. Whispering obscenities and freeing himself one handedly as he played with me. Letting his cock rest between his stomach and the curve of my ass, leaking a little against our flesh.

"Can you feel it?" He breathed, "How much I love you?"

It was all I could feel. There was no house. No darkness. No eerie silence as the wind rushed through the trees. Howling like there was someone out there to hear it. Only Jakes breath, the bean bag as it shuffled beneath us, and the sound of my untamed scream as he penetrated me.

He didn't try to quieten me. Buffeting my wild moans with deep thrusts that came like chasms to break me in half. Each time he bottomed out, he savoured it. Taking the briefest of moments to feel me clenched around him before pulling back slowly. The need to fuck and the need to sleep battling it out for supremacy.

"Pretty fucking grateful, aren't you?" I replied, leaning my head back into his waiting mouth.

When he was like this, all in need and eager to satisfy any way that he could, I often thought back to how it had been that first time. On the ground in the mud, knees caked in it and the earth beating in time with us. And how in the time since, we'd leisurely made love on the kitchen floor some mornings. In the shower, just stroking each other to pass the time. Him, on top of me, in the bed we now shared. And me, arms around the trunk of a tree whilst he fucked me from behind out in the woods even though it was still a little cold out there.

"For this pussy? Always." He purred into my ear, like he was serenading me.

I knew that I'd never tire of it. The way he felt inside me. The way he fit so perfectly. I never felt so full, like something had been made just for me. He wasn't just rhythm and blues, he was equipped to make me quiver with the mere mention that he might take me right there and then.

I'd lament it later on. How all my lovers before him had been lacking. How I'd swiped left and right, attended blind dates and settled when I shouldn't have. For men that couldn't make me cum or men who couldn't text me back.

"Mmmmm..." I murmured softly, arching against his quickening pace. "It would be the last man on earth that would end up being mine..."

The gentle laughter that expelled from his mouth against the shell of my ear was like summer rain. Teasing my senses, touch taste and scent. His hair was sweat drenched at his temples, as it often was when he fucked me, and I could taste the salt of it in his kiss.

"She speaks so highly of me." He breathed, "Now let her know no other man will ever have her..."

He would claim me. Over and over again. Even when there was no other to counter his claim. I let his hand wrap around my throat, edging me to the distance it would take to push me over the edge of the world. Thrusting into me so hard my entire body shook. I knew the bean bag had ripped at some point, sending the tiny little white foam balls scattered across the room. But I didn't care.

I'd keep finding them in strange places for weeks afterwards. As he rolled me onto the floor and continued to pound me, vicious and unrelenting. He'd never silenced my mewling cries before, content to let them ring out into the ether.

But not this time. It was like his gratitude couldn't be satisfied until he could hear the one sound he desired. His body raged on top of mine, our clothes half on and half off. His sweaty palm came to rest over my open mouth. Muffling my cries to a dull humm. His eyes silently pleading with me to let them die. And to just listen...

"Hush." He encouraged, resting his mouth against the back of his hand as he continued.

There it was. Against the backdrop of the breeze outside. The sound of how wet I was. His cock hitting my satiated pussy. Moist flesh against moist flesh. The most inconceivable feeling washed over me. This man, the only man that ever was, wanted to silence my mouth only to better hear the sound of my pussy being fucked.

And the drop of his eyelids as he listened had me in another state of being. Half closed and fucked with desire for the way it slipped in and out, wet and completely his.

"Thankyou, my love." He whispered, before he allowed himself to cum.

I was never certain if it was for the music, or the way I let him fuck me. I didn't really care. I let my own orgasm rise moments later, the two of us breathless and spent on the gutted belly of that old bean bag.

Day 470 ~ Amelia

We hunkered down for the night. Choosing to make our way back at first light, gathering all the blankets we could find and sleeping on the couches that were, quite simply, more luxurious than any couch we could have gotten in the cabin.

Jake took the one opposite me, falling asleep first. His gentle snores lulling me into my own dreams. It felt like no time had passed at all before my eyes sprang open, the red of morning creeping in.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched. Taking a moment to recall where I was. This place was eerie, even in daylight. And I wished that there were something, anything...that would remind me that people had once lived here. The ticking of a clock, perhaps. Or the grass being cut outside. I could have laid there a little longer, still tired and drowsy, but I was eager to be gone.

I kicked off the blankets and expected Jake to be laying there, ever the one to wake up last, but my heart fell into my stomach at the sight of the empty couch. Blankets still left precisely where he had kicked them off.

"Jake?!" I called, expecting his voice to filter down the hall from the music room.

Silence.

"Jake?!" I called again, pulling on my pants and shoes as I made my way through the house.

I expected to find him gathering up all the instruments he wanted to take. Agonising over which ones to take now and which ones to come back for. But there was nothing but the aftermath of what we'd done. And all the guitars were accounted for.

"Jake, this isn't funny." I cried, checking behind the curtains like a child playing hide and seek. "Jake, I'm being serious now!!!"

Panic began to rise in my chest. My heart soaring, making me dizzy as I flew through the house. Room after room coming up empty.

"Jake!!!" I screamed, running now. "Jake please!!!"

Had I ever given myself permission to imagine this, I would have driven myself mad. That one day he would simply vanish, like everyone else had, and truly I would have walked to my death in that moment. I had no desire to live in a world void of the man I loved.

"JACOB!!!" My voice broke on his name as I fell out of the door and into the back yard. "PLEASE!!!!"

I fell to my knees on gravel. Crying. Racking sobs expelled from me as I took fists full of tiny pebbles that cut into my flesh as I squeezed. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, all the horror of him disappearing coursing through my veins as tears spilled down my flushed cheeks.

"Jake, I can't do this...you have to come back..." I begged, broken and beyond redemption.

In a matter of moments I'd gone from waking up, to screaming on my knees. I'd have thought it a nightmare had I not already endured one. The reality of this feeling was one I knew. Only this time, intensified by a love that had known no bounds. I could live in an empty world before I'd ever known him.

Not anymore.

To be Continued...

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Brahms x Nanny (y/n) (gender neutral)

“Don’t you worry, ma’am. I’ll take care of Brahms.“ You said as the white haired lady gave a sad smile. She gave a tight hug and whispered. “I’m sorry. It’s just, the last nanny left hysterically crying and well,” She rubbed the side of your arms before holding your hands. “We wish for you and Brahms to get along.” She assured you before passing the porcelain doll into your hands from her husband’s. “Rest assured that Brahms will be taken care of.” You said, hugging the doll, caressing its hollow but strong head. She nodded before heading out the large doors her husband held open.

You followed them out the massive house and stood above the large steps. You waved them off after they packed their suitcases in the back of the car. They gave a sheepish wave before the car moved out the massive gates. You sighed, looking down at Brahms. In a loud clear voice you said, “Don't worry Brahms. You’re with me now.” You kissed the top of the doll’s head.

You felt odd but if the poor elderly couple’s traumatic loss of a child is by replacing it with a doll. Why not? You were already attached to the doll as you were always attached to toys, especially stuffed animals.

Passing down the halls with your shoes clicking and thumping on each step with the doll in your arms, you hummed. You remained unaware of the heavy breathing in the walls as you mistaken it for the wind outside. You didn’t want to play the gramophone Ms. Heelshire instructed you to but had to get the ear worm out of your head. “Are you hungry, Brahms?” You said as after checking the time on your phone. You felt a bit foolish for checking the time on your phone when there were many grandfather clocks.

The prying eyes behind the walls stared at you, watching you speak to the doll, giving all your attention to it. You weren’t like the other nannies; younger, prettier, actually listened when no one was looking. You were much sweeter than the last nanny who covered his face. He was scared. She would leave him alone.

You carried him as you hummed a few songs, holding him nice and tight as if the doll was real.

The man behind the doll mumbled a small whine, pressing his shaky fingers against the wall. How much the doll was receiving affection so soon was a shock. He wanted more.

You kissed the doll's head again, softly pressing your cheek against the doll’s head.

You set the doll down as you paced around the kitchen. There was a new delivery boy you were told about but he was apparently running late. You shrugged, looking for whatever there was to make. You were considering a pb&j sandwich but you had lived off them for so long you grew tired. Maybe some pasta?

It didn’t take as long as you thought it would to make it. You grabbed a plate before recalling the rule of feeding the doll. You hummed, not wanting to get two plates out. You set the single plate down, serving yourself. You grabbed a fork and a glass to pour yourself juice. You sighed, grabbing the doll to wipe its hands with a napkin. “I have to keep you nice and neat.” I muttered as I set the doll on my lap with a napkin on its own. It was ridiculously large, clearly meant for a grown man to use but you didn’t mind. You grabbed the fork, twirling the bit of spaghetti in it. You brought the small bit close to the doll’s pale but rosy painted lips, careful not to stain it.

Up close you never noticed the small shattered fragment bits on its face, as if he had recently been placed together. Did they break him? Did the previous nanny hurt it? “You poor thing.” You set the fork down, hugging the doll.

The man tilted his head to the side. The nanny before him didn’t feed him, starving him for the past weeks she stayed. Yet here you were, the doll in your lap “feeding” him and talking to him. His small hazel eyes stared at you longingly. He approved of you the moment you walked in. You were immediately searching for his parents, asking who you were babysitting. Was he already on his mind even before you met his doll self. He was practically blushing the moment you greeted yourself to the doll, seeing you not laugh at it but instead greeting it with confidence. He almost wanted to cover his face from how careful you were when you dressed his doll. Your hands looked so soft, almost tickling his skin. The only person he only got touched was his previous nanny but stabbing shouldn’t be considered a gentle gesture.

He loved how you cleaned and dressed him to bed. His mother never instructed you to read or speak to him until he “fell asleep” but you did. For a brief moment he felt so safe, even if he was the one in the bed. He felt so loved, secure, safe. A small burning ache in his chest spread hearing you read out a bedtime story you had memorized. He pressed his glass on the wall, his eyes shut. He swore he could have fallen asleep when your voice stopped by a yawn.

“Good night. Brahms.” You said, leaving the dark room.

He went down the hidden walkways to the kitchen where you put the remaining left overs in an empty tupperware, putting the unfinished juice in the fridge as well. Maybe one day he could get the courage to eat beside you, if his parents approve of it of course.

His eyes were fixated on your blurred body, showering as he could only watch from the outside elf the almost transparent curtains. How you dressed in those soft pajama pants and a tank top, cuddling a pillow as you slowly fell asleep. He watched how your back raised and fell in each slow breath you took.

Just the first night and he wanted to hold your small frame against him. You were so much smaller than him, easy to hold in his sleep. All he had was the doll he wished was you. He sighed, his fingers threatened to break the wall before him that separated you from being his. You must smell nice, maybe even feel soft after your shower.

He watched you as long as he could before his stomach growled. He had completely forgotten about eating when you did. Guess he was jealous of his own doll.

You were so unaware of the man in your walls, sleeping soundly in your bed. The blanket had fallen off your shoulders, exposing your neck and shoulders. Brahms walked away from the room before he couldn’t hold himself together.

He ate the leftovers alone in the dark. He was so used to the darkness around him but this time was different. It felt colder, lonelier. Maybe because how attached he was to you even without exchanging any words. He felt so close to you the instant you walked in the mansion. Eating without you felt sickening. It wasn’t right. Being away from you felt so depressing.

He put the fork down and put the leftovers in the fridge again. He had lost his appetite knowing you were alone in your bed, hugging the pillow. It should be him, maybe even the other way around. It would feel better if he was holding you. You would like that, right? You must be feeling alone in such a big house. Maybe his company would soothe you.

He stood over your bed, staring down at you. He found it adorable how many pillows you needed. One for your head, another to hold, one between your knees and feet. You were like a koala holding onto the pillows. He reached to your ear, brushing his fingertips against the shell of your ear, making you twitch. He grabbed a small lock of your hair. He wanted to bring himself lower to inspect your hair but you might wake up to his breathing. He grabbed the scissors in pocket, snipping a few inches off your head. He lifted the strands to his face. Curious. Brahms lifted his mask over his head.

He stared at your hair, how it shined at each twist and curl. It felt so soft. It was slightly wet. The memory of you in that shower made his heart face, pumping blood and color to his face. He sniffed the strands of hair before bringing it to his lips. He sucked on the strands, wanting the water out of it and slipping onto his tongue. He pulled the stands out his mouth, slipping his mask down his face and leaving your room. It felt amazing, having a slight taste of you in his mouth. He wanted to smile and laugh like a child. He had a hand to his face, stopping himself from laughing but also embarrassed to have reached out to you so soon. If he had to be quite honest to himself, he really wishes for you to stay long enough until his parents approve of his decision to reveal himself.

You were made for each other - you felt alone and loved him. How could you not love him? He watched how you treated his doll. He loved you, everything about you.

He just hoped you didn’t run away like the other nanny. She was pretty, he had to admit. But she was mean. She hurt him, left him. Then she let someone else hold him and hurt him. You weren’t like her. He was smitten.

He sat on his bed, laying back and held the much smaller cotton stuffed doll in his arms. His body ran hot, the mask was suffocating. He really wanted to know how your skin felt against his. You must’ve felt nice.

He whined and gave small cries into the doll. It’s not fair. He really liked you but didn’t want to scare you. He really wanted to feel your kiss on his cheek, ruffle the top of his head, hum to him, holding his hand during lessons.

The man had unknowingly tired himself out crying, relaxing to sleep with those fake scenarios. Maybe one day they could happen. He’d be the happiest man alive to have you smile at him, not afraid of him.

For now, seeing you behind the walls until his parents give him permission will be enough.

art credit to Ijustwannahavefun on YouTube

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skxllz · 11 months

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category ❚ blurb

warnings ❚ nsfw. cum eating. oral sex, giving.

summary ❚ unnecessary.

date posted ❚ 6. 23. 23.

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looking up to marko with those lust filled, half lidded eyes he loved so much while you slapped the head of his cock on your wet, awaiting tongue. you had been deep throating him just a minute prior, his length so far down your throat that you couldn't breathe; tear streaks now visible on your face from the experience. you made it your literal job to please the blonde whenever having sex, cause in the end, you got rewarded so fucking well.

“ look at you, ” he cooed, brows pulled together in a hard crease, smirk plastered on his lips. he had reached down to pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb, all while squeezing his balls which were as hard as iron. he was ready bust, had been holding off for several minutes now to edge himself, but now wanted to paint that pretty face of yours pure white.

“ you're so good for me, pretty girl. ” he purred, thumb stroking over your chin. your own brows drew together while you let out a whine, enjoying the praise. “ you want my cum, don't you? ” his lips pulled down into a mocking pout, blue eyes radiating nothing more than the enjoyment of the control he had over you. “ you'll have to show me, baby. show me just how much you want it. ”

you were frustrated. pure pissed, because all you wanted was to taste his salty, yet sweet seed. he knew just how drunk you got off of all of him, that's why he tortured you. but you knew, if you didn't, he'd never give in, no matter how badly he had to release.

so, unhinging your jaw, you let your eyes flutter close while taking his cock into your mouth once again. steadying your breathing, relaxing your throat... you flattened your tongue as you slid in the head first, and then inched your way down; lips wrapping loosely once nearly the base.

marko groaned as he watched you take him, once again. your nose touched to his trimmed pubic hair, leaving him to debate if really wanted to wait-

ans then god, those eyes. you just had to look at him with those eyes again.

humming around his cock, you drew back; slurping away at the underside, and then releasing with a pop! marko, getting his teeth, had been thrown into overdrive.

“ open your fucking mouth! ” he demanded in a hiss, taking a hold of his dick with a rough tug. you smiled, obeying; letting your tongue fall out with a pleased look.

not even a few seconds past before the blonde vampire was groaning. eyes screwed shut, vein popping out on his forehead, he came all over your face. thick, hot ropes of semen sprayed out onto your nose, forehead, cheeks- even some got into your hair but you could give a less of a fuck.

what mattered most is that you managed to catch some in your mouth. and like a needy, starving whore, you swallowed it down. licking your lips to make sure no drop was missed, humming in satisfaction.

“ so good... ” you mumbled, your voixe coming out small and breathless. this left marko hard... again.

“ shit, ” he huffed out a laugh, toothy smirk surfacing across his face. slapping the tip of his cock on your lips, he arched a brow. “ I hope your ready for more, angel face... ”

eagerly, you smiled, not even hesitating to kiss the head. “ ‘m always ready, daddy... ”

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glimmervoi · 5 months

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A SEALED FATE: EMERALDS AND BLOOD | II - Trust

Masterlist

Emeralds and Blood Masterlist

TW: Brief mention of SA

Notes: I'm not the happiest with this, but I have revised this chapter literally so much that it was driving me crazy every time I saw the draft on my tabs. It's not as good as I wanted but I hope you enjoy

The northern wing of the castle was breathtakingly beautiful.

As the experienced maid that had been tasked with helping you swung open the grand double doors, silently welcoming you into the northern section, your jaw dropped in utter amazement.

The entire wing, as far as your eyes could discern, was bathed in a regal palette of purple and gold. Tall arched windows welcomed ample winter sunlight, casting a radiant glow that accentuated the opulent hues around you.

The air carried a delicate hint of jasmine, wrapping you in its comforting embrace, while the warmth enveloped you, though you couldn't spot any fireplaces nearby. Even in the hallway, the ambiance was strikingly beautiful. You wondered how beautiful the bedrooms would be if even the hallway was so grand.

The older maid was patient as you marveled at your surroundings. Although she remained silent, her eyes conveyed a cautious warmth, perhaps anticipating your reaction to the grandeur of the northern wing.

As you took in your surroundings, a pang of jealousy shot through you. It dawned on you that this wasn't a space meant for your enjoyment. As a maid, your role was clear: to clean and tend to the needs of the royal family and their guests.

You couldn't imagine having a portrait of yourself painted while reclining on one of the plush purple chairs against the wall. Lounging in front of the large windows, watching the gardeners work, or sipping from a crystal glass of wine as you strolled down the halls were luxuries reserved for those of a higher status than your own.

It was a bitter realization, feeling trapped by the circumstances of your birth. Coming from a poor, starving village where everyone wore rags and rationed out old, nearly inedible food, it was hard to think about the lavishness that surrounded you now.

This was just a fragment of the entire castle. Sanria had mentioned other wings, each with its own distinct sections. The sheer enormity of the castle, dedicated solely to the King, Queen, and their seven sons, left you speechless.

Swallowing hard, your initial awe gave way to a disquieting sensation. The older maid's gaze conveyed a sense of empathy, and you couldn't help but wonder if she had experienced a similar whirlwind of emotions upon first setting foot in one of the castle's wings, however long ago that may have been.

"Sorry, I'm ready to continue," you murmured softly, clasping your hands together in front of you. The maid nodded in understanding, resuming her unhurried stride deeper into the wing. At the far end, a carpeted staircase awaited.

You couldn't help but wonder about the extent of this wing, contemplating how many floors it might hold and how many stairs you'd need to ascend to reach your destination. However, just before the staircase, the woman halted.

Before you loomed a pair of large double doors, painted a pristine white. With a gentle fist, the woman knocked three times. You heard movement from within, followed by the creaking of the door as it swung open.

Standing before you was a plump, redheaded maid with captivating blue eyes. She possessed a vibrancy and warmth that seemed to radiate from her, a stark contrast to the more subdued demeanor of the castle's other staff members you had encountered so far.

Granted, your interactions with the staff had been limited, but this maid's presence was undeniably noteworthy.

"Claudia, hello!" The redheaded maid greeted cheerily, placing a hand on her hip as she glanced over at you, giving you a quick once-over. "Brought me a new, unfortunate soul?" she quipped.

A slight furrow creased your brow at her remark, a knot forming in your stomach. Claudia nodded once and gestured with her hand, conveying some silent message that the redhead seemed to understand.

"Alright, thank you, Claudia," the redhead said, patting her arm gently. "Why don't you go get some lunch before Sanria asks you for yet another thing? She'll run you into the ground if given the opportunity, but you already know that." With a nod towards the exit of the wing, she dismissed Claudia.

You were taken aback by the younger maid's statements about Sanria. From the way Sanria herself spoke, it seemed she commanded utmost respect, running a tight ship. This casual remark painted a different picture.

Claudia seemed unfazed by the redhead's comment, offering her a smile before bidding you a farewell with a small wave as she brushed past. You observed her as she slowly made her way out of the wing, closing the large doors behind her and leaving you alone with the redhead.

A brief silence lingered between you, both of you sizing each other up. Then, the redhead extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, my name is Rae," she introduced herself with a warm smile.

You hesitantly accepted her handshake, about to reciprocate with your own introduction when she preemptively cut you off, squeezing your hand firmly. "I already know your name; Angellica stopped by while you were cleaning yourself up," she interjected matter-of-factly.

"Oh," you deadpanned, slightly caught off guard. She released your hand and brushed an imaginary speck of dust from her apron before moving further out of the room from which she had emerged before shutting the door behind her.

"Right, well, this floor has already been finished, and the other housemaids have moved on to the other floors," Rae informed you, nodding towards the stairs. "Why don't we head to the second floor and see what needs to be finished there?"

She didn't wait for your response, already beginning to make her way towards the stairs with her hands clasped behind her back. You quietly trailed behind her, feeling uncertain about her. After all, she had casually referred to you as an "unfortunate soul," suggesting she might not be particularly close with Sanria.

However, that didn't automatically make her trustworthy. Just because she didn't constantly sing Sanria's praises didn't mean she didn't gossip to the head maid. The last thing you needed was to engage in idle chatter with her, only for it to circle back to your new boss.

You were unsure of what repercussions might await you if you brought Sanria's wrath upon yourself, but you knew that being fired wasn't the worst fate one could suffer in this castle.

As you both ascended the stairs, Rae cast a glance back at you. "So, has anyone explained anything to you other than the contract you signed with Sanria?" she inquired.

You shook your head. "Only one thing, that I am a morning shift maid. I assume that means there will be night maids that I'll end up meeting?"

Rae nodded as you rounded the corner to climb the second flight of stairs. "Yes, there are actually a few different kinds of maids here," she explained, gesturing to herself. "We have one of the easier tasks."

Reaching the top of the stairs to the second floor, you were once again struck by its beauty. It mirrored the first floor, albeit in reverse, yet it still managed to surprise you.

This floor was abuzz with activity. Many maids in the hallway engaged in dusting, polishing, and sweeping. Their heads lifted as you and Rae passed by, their gazes curious yet guarded. You offered them small smiles, hoping to show that you weren’t there to cause any trouble, but their lips remained downturned at the corners.

You turned back to Rae, who continued to guide you down the long hall. "What do you mean, different kinds of maids?" you inquired, tilting your head in curiosity. You hadn't been informed of any specific duties beyond your morning shift, so the mention of other types of maids intrigued you. Perhaps there were kitchen maids, given that you hadn't been told anything about cooking responsibilities. Rae had just confirmed the existence of night maids. What else could there be?

She didn't respond immediately, instead slowing her pace as you reached a set of double doors that were slightly ajar. With two brisk knocks, she pushed her way inside without waiting for a response. You followed hesitantly, glancing around the room.

The room consisted of a large, sturdy wooden table as its centerpiece, adorned with a decently sized vase of winter flowers. Around it, approximately ten chairs were neatly arranged. Along the walls stood various shelves filled with books and what appeared to be wooden boxes. In stark contrast to the hallway's opulence, the room seemed rather plain, prompting your curiosity about its purpose. It felt as though wealthy people simply had rooms for the sake of having them, and you couldn't imagine this one serving any practical function.

At the far end of the room, a tall maid stood with a feather duster in hand, gazing out of a large window. Her attention seemed fixed on something outside, and as you approached her, you thought you caught a glimpse of a figure moving into the woods bordering the castle.

"Esther," Rae called out, placing a hand on her shoulder. Esther turned around, her green eyes wide and her cheeks visibly pale. Rae's expression shifted into one you couldn't quite decipher.

"Sorry, I became distracted," Esther breathed, her gaze averted. She pushed a stray strand of light brown hair away from her face, her eyes remaining fixed on the ground as she moved away from the window.

"It's alright," Rae responded, her voice gentle. Beneath the kindness, however, there was a subtle undertone that caused you to tense your shoulders slightly. "I have a new maid with me today. I can finish this room with her, show her the ropes."

"Alright," Esther murmured, hastening to the silver cart positioned next to one of the bookshelves by the window. But before she could proceed, Rae intervened.

"If you wouldn't mind fetching a new cart? Your setup is perfect, and I'd like to demonstrate it to our new maid," Rae requested, gesturing towards you. Esther's gaze briefly flickered up to your face before returning to the floor.

"Of course," Esther replied, placing the duster atop the cart before hurrying out of the room, gently closing the doors behind her.

You observed Rae, finding the interaction a bit strange. While the redhead didn't radiate the same strictness or cruelty as Sanria, the other maids seemed to hold her in high regard.

She hadn't shown any signs of volatility in her exchanges with the two maids present, even making a remark about Sanria to the older maid who had escorted you to her. You couldn't help but wonder about her standing among the staff.

Shaking off the speculation, you approached Rae as she motioned you over to the silver cart. It was laden with various piles of rags of different fabrics, a feather duster, a couple of dark jars, a bucket, mop, and broom.

The cart was meticulously organized, making it a breeze to locate everything you needed. You silently thanked Esther for making your first task easier by ensuring everything was readily accessible on the cart.

"This is your cleaning cart," Rae explained, her hand resting on a stack of rougher-looking rags. "Two maids usually share a cart and work on a task together, but Esther's partner is..." Rae paused, her expression darkening momentarily.

"Esther is currently handling solo tasks today, which is why she was assigned an easier room," Rae continued, lifting one of the rags. "I noticed the curiosity on your face when you entered this room. You were probably wondering about its purpose and why it's not as ornate as the grand hall we just left."

She didn't pause for your response. "This room serves as a space for informal meetings. While the women prefer the more luxurious rooms, such as the northern sunroom, the men typically gather here. It boasts a larger table for cards and drinks, with less fragile furniture in case things get rowdy."

"I'm not sure if you were informed, but in a week's time, the annual winter ball will take place in this castle," Rae's eyes lit up, and a faint smile played on her lips. She seemed to hold a deep fondness for the winter ball.

"The ballroom will be teeming with lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses, and influential socialites. Among the four seasonal balls, the winter ball reigns supreme in grandeur. And, of course, a week following the ball is Yule, so any guests who returned home for the week will come back for the Yule celebration."

"It sounds intriguing," you replied, allowing your imagination to conjure images of the ball. Silk gowns swaying gracefully, the soft glow of candles illuminating the dance floor beneath the winter moonlight.

But then, a twinge of envy pricked at your chest. You swiftly banished the images, determined not to let jealousy cloud your first day at the castle. Rae observed you closely, and you offered a faint smile.

"So, tell me about the other maids," you prompted, arching an eyebrow at her. "You mentioned there were different kinds, and that we have the easier job. What other roles are there in this castle?"

Rae hummed, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she picked up the feather duster from the top of the cart. As she began to dust off the furniture, you grabbed the broom and followed behind her, working on the floor as she spoke.

"We're just cleaners. We wear the blue dress with the white apron, which marks us as such. Of course, if a member of the royal family or a guest requests something, we're expected to oblige. But there's another group of maids specifically designated for such tasks. They're the service maids."

"The service maids don a black dress, which looks more formal than ours, and they reside in different quarters closer to the southern wing. That's where the royal family stays. The nightmaids are split between our wing and the southern wing, as they handle a variety of duties."

"There are also the kitchen maids, responsible for all the cooking. They even handle meals for us, so I wouldn't advise getting on their bad side. They have the power to withhold food, and Sanria won't intervene. Despite not wearing fancy uniforms, they're crucial. They ensure the family's content during meals and prepare vast amounts of food for special events."

"Lastly, the Queen's maids." Rae paused her dusting, her expression turning serious. "Remember this as long as you're here. The Queen handpicks a select group of young women. They're by her side almost constantly, treated almost like royalty themselves. I'm not sure what their exact duties entail during the day, but they're the ones-"

She paused, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Just be careful. Don't try to befriend them. Don't even look at them. You'll know if you've come across one, even if the Queen isn't around, because they wear a much more modest, all-white version of our uniform. They wear veils to hide their faces, and they do not speak. They're completely silent."

A chill ran down your spine, and you halted in your sweeping. Uncertain of how to respond, you simply listened. A handpicked group of maids dressed in all white who didn't speak—it sounded like something out of the ghost stories the village boys used to tell to send shivers down your spine.

"It's only your first day, but mistakes here aren't tolerated, no matter the reason," Rae continued in a hushed tone, stepping closer. "I've been stuck here for the last eleven years, and I've seen countless faces pass through. Most of them don't make it out. I've seen girls like you suffer awful, awful fates because they weren't warned."

Your mouth fell open slightly in surprise. Rae had been at the castle for eleven years. That meant she had renewed her contract twice. But why? The thought churned in your stomach with anxiety. What if she had to stay because there was nothing else outside of the castle? What if, in five years, you couldn't find anything else either?

Her mention of seeing so many faces... Just how high was the turnover here? You knew it wouldn't be a fairytale life when you embarked on the journey to the castle, but as your day progressed, you were beginning to realize just how harsh things could be.

You studied Rae intently for a long moment. She didn't seem like she was trying to deceive you. Her face radiated sincerity. You didn't want to end up as just another face to her, someone who couldn't even make it past the first week. Trusting her could be beneficial. Any help was appreciated at this point.

"Alright," you breathed, your grip tightening on the wooden handle of the broom. "I trust you. What else can you tell me so that I don't end up in the dungeons on my first day?"

You collapsed onto your bed, the exhaustion seeping into your bones. The frame groaned beneath you, a reminder of its age and the countless occupants it had hosted before you.

Eagerly you kicked off your boots, relishing the relief as your bare, sore feet met the floor. Your stomach protested loudly, reminding you of the lunch you had missed. It growled like an angry bear, demanding to be fed.

As the other maids trickled into the sleeping chambers, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, you couldn't help but notice a subtle change in their demeanor. Away from Sanria's watchful eyes, they seemed...happier.

In the softly lit chamber, the room filled with a gentle hum of conversation as the other maids settled into their beds. Some wasted no time shedding their stiff uniforms, exchanging them for the comfort of their brown dresses with audible sighs of relief. Others like you lingered on the edge of their beds, methodically unlacing their boots with careful hands.

Across the room, Rae and Esther engaged in quiet conversation, their voices a soothing backdrop to the evening's tranquility. You observed them for a moment, reflecting on the day's events and the information that Rae had shared with you during your cleaning duties on the third floor of the northern wing.

Your thoughts drifted to the woman you had witnessed being reprimanded by Sanria earlier in the day. Esther's sister, Kassie, had borne the brunt of the punishment. Like you and Esther, they hailed from a humble village, seeking refuge in the castle's employment to forge a better life for themselves.

In the subdued atmosphere of the sleeping quarters, the weight of the day's events hung heavy in the air. As you prepared to retire for the night, the somber reality of Kassie's fate weighed on your mind like a leaden burden.

Her tragic encounter with a Duke, fueled by alcohol and privilege, had left her with a heavy price to pay—a pregnancy and subsequent incarceration in the dungeons, while her assailant escaped unscathed, shielded by his social status.

The maids, united by a shared sense of injustice, had rallied to Kassie's aid, attempting to whisk her away from the castle's confines before her condition became too evident. Yet, their efforts were thwarted by Angellica's. She had witnessed Kassie attempting to leave, leading to the painful confrontation you had witnessed earlier.

Esther's tears spoke volumes of the deep bond she shared with her sister, her sorrow pulling at your heart. In that moment, you couldn't help but empathize with her anguish, imagining the pain of losing a beloved sibling of your own under such unjust circumstances. You did not have any siblings, but if you did, you imagined it would be worse than taking an arrow to the chest.

Turning away, you gave Esther and Rae the privacy they deserved, focusing instead on the simple task of preparing for bed. As you examined the brown dress laid out before you, its rough texture served as a reminder of the modest life that you would spend the next five years living — a life that, however meager, offered a respite from the harsh realities of the world beyond.

As you wondered about the possibility of any maids venturing beyond the castle walls for a rare night out, your attention was drawn to the pair of leather flats resting on the floor beside the dress. They looked uncomfortable and flimsy, as though they would fall apart after the third use.

Desiring a bit of privacy to strip out of your uniform, you scanned the sleeping quarters for a secluded spot to change into the plain brown dress. The bathing room, though dimly lit and currently occupied by others preparing for a nighttime bath, seemed like the best option despite the lack of privacy it offered.

Just as you contemplated making your way over, a slender brunette interrupted your thoughts. Clad in a black dress adorned with a white apron, she exuded an air of grace and warmth that immediately put you at ease. Her gentle smile seemed genuine, and you were almost instantly filled with a sense of trust.

“There aren’t any other spaces for you to change,” she murmured, her voice gentle as she addressed your unspoken dilemma. A furrow formed on your brow, and you opened your mouth to ask how she guessed your predicament so effortlessly.

“You’re probably wondering how I knew, right?” she chimed, her brown eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. You nodded, slightly taken aback by the ability to guess so accurately. Were your thoughts truly that transparent? If so, navigating life within the castle walls seemed more daunting than you initially imagined.

“Every new maid struggles with that,” she reassured you, gesturing around the bustling sleeping quarters. “It can be a bit embarrassing the first few times. You get used to it though. Also, you were gripping the dress as you looked around, and I figured it wasn’t because you were super happy about having it.”

“Ah,” you responded with a small smile, glancing down at the dress in your hands. Reluctantly, you accepted the inevitability of changing in the presence of others. If this seasoned service maid’s insight was any indication, adapting to this aspect of castle life would be just one of many adjustments you’d have to make.

“Like I said, you’ll get used to it,” Alice reiterated with a comforting smile, extending her hand in greeting. “My name is Alice, by the way. I’m a service maid, but I dropped by to speak with Rae.”

You accepted her hand, reciprocating the gesture with a friendly shake. “I assume you already know my name, too?” you inquired, recalling how Angellica had informed Rae of your identity even before you had signed your contract.

Alice nodded, releasing your hand. “Rae and I are not supervisors of our stations, but we’re just underneath. When Sanria and Iseul get a new employee, we find out right away too.”

Rae had described Iseul to you earlier. She was the head of the service maids and was just as cruel as Sanria. Despite her youth, she carried herself with an air of authority, often condescending to even the most experienced maids. Supposedly, Sanria had helped her secure the position after the former head of service passed away from old age.

“You won't see me very often, as I have different responsibilities throughout my day. If you need anything, however, you can find me in the southern servants' chambers around mealtimes and after dinner. You’re allowed to enter even if you’re not a service maid, as long as you’re not doing something you’re not supposed to,” Alice explained, clasping her hands together again. “See you around?”

You nodded, expressing your gratitude. Alice then turned and made her way to Esther and Rae, where she crouched down in front of the crying woman, offering her comforting words.

Feeling a sense of reassurance from Alice's kindness, you settled back onto your bed. Now, you had two people looking out for you. You stared down at your dress, frowning slightly at the thought of wearing it.

Despite the kindness of Rae and Alice, an uneasy feeling lingered in your stomach. While you had grown to trust Rae a bit more, the revelation that she was directly under Sanria added a new layer of complexity to your situation. It made you question whether this newfound trust was entirely warranted.

As the winter ball approached, followed closely by the yule celebration, you couldn't shake off the sense of impending trouble. The increased activity meant more opportunities for mistakes and of course, more chances to face the consequences.

With a soft sigh, you reflected on your decision to sign Sanria’s contract. While you understood the necessity of being at the castle, you couldn't help but regret your choice. The more you learned about the inner workings of the castle, the more apparent it became that avoiding trouble would be a challenge.

Every turn seemed to present a new risk, and despite Rae's assistance, you knew that you couldn't rely on her to shield you from every potential misstep. Inevitably, you would make mistakes, and the thought weighed heavily on your mind.

Five years never looked so long.

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SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY: PT 4 - Fool For You

A/N: ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I POSTED PART 3 💀 I’m sorry y’all 😭🫶, made this EXTRA long to make up for my hiatus. These mfs finally start cooking with some gas in this chapter! Enjoy 💗

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), two kids in love, tooth rotting fluff.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“Hi.” You mewled out from the comfort of your own bed, in an oversized Egyptian blue hoodie. It had years-old worth of stained flecks of white paint from when you helped paint your bestie’s apartment; the collar of the sleeves were beginning to fray, and as well as had an eyeliner stain in the inner left sleeve after getting ready for a girls night, but you loved it - imperfections and all.

“Hey.” He grinned from the bright phone screen.

“God you look so freakin’ cute, how the hell you do that?” Jack said, wasting no time to shower you in compliments.

You rolled you eyes playfully and rolled onto your side.

“Shut up, I look fuckin crazy right now.” You laughed. You worked a long shift last night, a Saturday, raking in bags of cash which you were happy about, but you were exhausted when you finally came home. Jack had waited for you in the parking lot as he often did, always with food as he knew you’d be starving. Last night you asked him to get you Popeyes Chicken, and boy did he deliver. He tried to pretend that he was offended you didn’t want his staple meal from KFC, but he couldn’t care. He’d get you anything you asked for, from food to diamond jewelry to a house even; he’d spend it all on you if you asked. You squealed in excitement when you met him in the parking lot, you were starving and his act of service meant a lot to you, even tho it was just chicken.

You had noticed that Jack did that a lot. Helped out in any way he could in order to lessen the load you had on your plate, which you deeply appreciated. Nobody had ever gotten your love language correct, always assuming physical touch was all you liked because of your job. It scared you a lot to know that Jack knew you well enough to pick up your patterns and ways of thinking and how you were feeling. Yet at the same time, it was such a relief - emotionally, to have someone notice you in the way you had dreamt about being noticed.

“-Yeah, fuckin crazy gorgeous,” Jack cheesed, not letting up.

You exhaled a tuft of air in response with a small smile, accepting defeat and hoping to move on.

“What’s up, Harlow?” You asked as you got out of bed to go to your kitchen to look for something to drink.

“You have a break from school coming up soon right?” He hummed.

“Mmhmm. Spring break, a whole week.” You confirmed, rummaging for a cold water bottle.

“Good. I wanna take you somewhere. The whole week.” Jack said.

“Oh? Where are you taking me?” You whipped your head back to the screen, amused with his plans.

“You’ll find out when we’re there. Just pack for warm weather… maybe a beach or two.” Jack slyly grinned, not wanting to give away too much.

“Jack… you’d tell me if you were gonna murder me, right?” You hummed questioningly, sticking your head in the fridge.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Out of the two of us, you’re more likely to murder me.”

“You sure you wanna take that stance as a white man?” You joked.

“Yes, especially after I almost got myself tased when you asked me to get your lipgloss out of your purse two weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah,” you laughed. “Close call.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief and chuckled.

“A whole week? You’re gonna get sick of me.” You continued.

“Never.”

“Well then I’m gonna get sick of you!” You laughed.

“You won’t! Just trust me.” Jack grinned warmly at you.

You stared at him for a moment, heart beating rapidly against your chest before answering.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You exhaled, unable to hide the creeping smile on your face.

Jack rolled onto his back in his bed, phone still at his side while whispering a little ‘yes!’ to himself before bringing the phone back to his face.

“Okay. I’ll come pick you up Friday at 5.”

“This better be good, I need to come back relaxed before finals.”

“You’re gonna have the time of your life, I promise.” He said, reaching out his pinky finger to the screen.

“Okay.” You smiled, putting your own pinky to the screen, the both of you tapping the screen as if you were curling your fingers around eachother to solidify his promise.

——

Jack fussed with his hair before ringing your doorbell, heart almost beating out of his chest, he was excited, but slightly nervous at the thought that you might’ve bailed on him. It wasn’t a huge doubt of his, but he was always a little worried that he would scare you off too quickly.

He looked around the hallway of your apartment building. Every door looked the same, but he couldn’t help but imagine what your place looked like. He had seen bits and pieces of it through FaceTimes, but never seen it all in person. What color was your couch? Do you like your apartment at a cooler temperature? Did you have empty water bottle crowding your nightstand like he did? Did you have pictures of your friends, your family? He was eager to break through your walls (metaphorically) and learn more about you.

He was brought out of his thoughts as the door opened and you appeared. There you were, standing in a matching forest green lounge set, with matching green Fenty Puma slides and barefaced. It felt like all the air was punched out of Jack, you were so adorable, he wanted to litter your face in kisses and smush your cheeks together, but he kept those feelings at bay, settling for a warm hug and a kiss to your hairline.

“You look beautiful, as always.” He hummed into your hair. He felt you smile against his chest, before murmuring a ‘thank you’.

You let him into your apartment and Jack took his time inspecting his surroundings.

“I just need to get a few more things, and then we can go.” You told him, and he nodded.

Jack walked around your living room, looking at your abstract bookshelf, his fingers swiping along the spines of the books, trying to remember as many titles so he could order them later and read them himself. You had a few plants, one on said bookshelf, one on the giant window by the couch (which he now saw was green), and one that sat on top of your fridge. He moved toward the fridge, inspecting your magnets and the few photo booth pictures of you and a few friends, from ‘Summer’s 27th Bash!’ and ‘Jordan and Celeste’s Wedding’, amongst a few other pictures. One of them being a bit older and faded, a woman who looked like you; holding a little girl, the two of them sticking their tongues out for the photo. He couldn’t help but smile at that one.

“Ready?” You asked, bringing Jack out of his thoughts. He turned around and nodded, heading for the door. Jack took your bags and the two of you got into the elevator and went down to the car Jack had waiting. He handed your bags to the driver before opening the door and pressing a warm hand to the small of your back, helping you get in, before he scooted in next to you.

“So you’re still not gonna let me in on where we’re going?” You asked as you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning softly.

“Just wait and see, I promise it’s worth the wait.” Jack murmured as he kissed your hairline again, his hand reaching for yours and intertwining them.

“Hmpf. Fine, be that way.” You childishly pouted. Jack couldn’t help but laugh at your stubbornness as he rested his head atop of yours.

“I thought you said you trusted me?” He humorously quipped.

“I do. I’m just nosy.” You said, eyes now shut as you adjusted and got comfy in Jack’s arms.

Jack chuckled, shaking his head as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

——

After a three hour flight on the jet Jack had rented, you were finally at your destination.

“Turks and Caicos?? You brought me to Turks and Caicos??” You squealed as you looked out at the ocean from the luxurious villa Jack had rented out for the week.

“I thought you deserved a real vacation, one where you’re pampered and truly relaxed, not just at home before your schedule starts up again.” He explained, his eyes gleaming with adoration for you as you fawned over your new surroundings.

You turned around, finally looking at him. You were starting to tear up, your lips in a pouty frown that fought to keep the overwhelming emotions down.

“Thank you for this, Jack. Seriously.” You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.” You quietly said, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“Well I’m glad to be the first, and only.” Jack said. ‘And hopefully the last’ he thought, pulling away slightly only to encompass your face in his hands, thumbing away the stray tears, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“You more than deserve it.” He said as he pecked your lips a couple more times.

“Cmon, let’s go get settled and then order room service. Sound good?”

“Mmhm.” You hummed contently, a small grin peeking out.

——

You let out a deep sigh as you let the hot water soak your hair and run down your body. You were gonna sleep next to him tonight. For the first time. You felt ready, less anxious then when you first started contemplating it, but still nervous nonetheless. It had been a while since you were vulnerable with a man like this; certain experiences having made you avoidant and guarded when it came to the men you slept with.

But you felt a sense of comfort when it came to Jack, unlike anything you’d felt before. It was new. Different. It scared you but it also excited you. So for once, you were willing to give into it, at your own pace of course.

After exfoliating your body and taking care of your hair, you got out of the shower, feeling revitalized from your flight.

You wrapped a giant fluffy white towel around you and applied your lotion and finished with your skin routine.

You stepped out of the luxurious bathroom, letting steam air out as you stepped back into the master bedroom.

“Hey.” Jack grinned at your presence.

“Hey.” You smiled back at him.

“Good shower?”

“The best.” You sighed happily.

“Here-“ Jack got up from the couch in the room, disappearing into the closet for a moment before walking back out with a fluffy robe.

“- figured you’d enjoy this.” He held out the robe for you to put your arms.

“Oh my godddd, it’s so warm!” You whispered delightfully, tying the knot before turning around in Jack’s arms so your face was buried in his chest.

“Yeah, they have a lil towel warmer, stuck it in there while you showered.” He chuckled, his hands rubbing up and down your robed back.

“Mmmmm. So niceee.” You hummed.

“Good, I’m glad. Now get in bed and choose something to watch while I go shower. I ordered us cheeseburgers with a few sides, s’that okay? Otherwise I can fix you something else.” Jack suggested.

“No, that’s perfect, thanks.” You said, the small grin you were sporting, never leaving your face.

“Okay. Be back in a few.” He smiled, kissing your hair before heading to the bathroom.

You got situated in bed, the tray of food on the side table, and the remotes laid out for you.

Who the hell was this man? You’d never felt so pampered before, men were usually selfish and greedy, but Jack was the opposite with you. All he wanted was to give, financially, sexually, emotionally. It seemed fake, but he never changed within the months you’d been hooking up.

Jack really just wanted to support you in any and every way, but was understanding and wanted you to set the pace, for you to decide how fast or slow you went. He knew you were sus of him and men in general, what their motives were, and he couldn’t blame you for that. He knew how men could be; disgusting, manipulative, selfish. But ultimately, he just wants to take care of you. Be a man you could be proud of, feel safe with, feel loved by. He didn’t care how long it took, he’d stick around for as long as you wanted him to.

You giggled childishly as you hugged the warm robe around you. You put on That’s So Raven, feeling nostalgic of simpler times.

Jack emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his hips, his curls a dark brown now as they’d been soaked from the water, beads of water slowly trailing down his chest, with his happy trail peeking out.

“Ooooh, That’s So Raven- good choice.” He complimented, eyes on the screen. You couldn’t say the same about your own, glued to his long torso, his abs flexing with every breath.

“Yeah, reminds me of good times.” You remarked.

“I’m sure it does.” Jack said with a playful tone, catching you staring at him.

Your cheeks heated up a bit from being caught, as Jack made his way to the closet.

“No peeking!” He playfully exclaimed, dramatic as ever, eyeing you before going into the closet, making you laugh.

Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself while he got into his robe, he loved hearing your laugh. He loved it even more when he was the one making you laugh.

He opened the door and ran to the bed, jumping into it like a child which made the the both of you giggle.

The two of you ate and watched shows for the rest of the night, switching on and off between eachother about who got to choose what to watch. Eventually you both changed into your pajamas, a big t shirt and panties for you; and some basketball shorts and classic white tank for Jack.

Jack noticed you start to get sleepy after a while. You had cuddled into eachother, his arm over your shoulders, leaning you into his chest. He felt your breathing start to slow and get deeper, and your eyes fluttered open and closed. When you finally gave up on trying to keep them open, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before sliding out the bed. He grabbed a few pillows and an extra blanket that was lying around before he grabbed the tv remote.

Just as he was about to turn the tv off, he was startled by your voice.

“Where are you going?” You quietly murmured, eyes squinting from your tiredness and the tv.

Jack muted the tv before turning his attention to you.

“Was gonna go sleep on the couch.”

“Why?” You questioned.

God you were adorable when you were sleepy. Jack wanted nothing but to kiss you silly.

“ I didn’t think you’d want to sleep next to me? Or- I mean, I just figured you’d want your space.” He tried to explain. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to sleep next to him just because he brought you out here; he figured your usual routine was in place still.

“ I-I did, but not anymore.”

“No?” Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“No.” You meweled. “Will you please come back to bed? Please.” You whispered, anxiously tugging at a string from the hem of your shirt.

Jack practically skidded across the room in a cartoonish fashion, like the Roadrunner; to get into the other side of the bed, making you giggle.

“Too eager?” He joked.

You shook your head with a smirk creeping at your lips.

“Oh, not enough??” Jack questioned before you got a chance to answer, and he got up and ran back to where he stood originally before running and jumping onto the bed like a spider monkey.

A loud laugh bubbled from your chest, making you throw yourself back into the fluffy pillows, causing Jack to smile.

“Perfect amount.” You smiled back at him, curling your body into his chest, letting out a soft sigh.

Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead, picked up the remote and turned the tv off, letting the room fill with comfortable silence. The distant sounds of the waves washing providing a soothing white noise for the two of you to drift off to sleep.

——

You woke up earlier than expected, 5:27 to be exact. The sun slightly filtering through the curtains, the waves still present in the background, with a few birds chirping every so often.

Jacks grip was the first thing you noticed. Tight and solid around your waist as he held you against his chest. You looked up at him, admiring his soft face. Long eyelashes fluttered as he dreamt, freckles adorning his cheeks and his mouth in a slight open pout, his breathing deep. His curls slightly tousled from sleep, but their form framed his face beautifully. You couldn’t help but lovingly smile as you brushed a curl from his forehead, placing a small kiss.

Jack let out a small grunt, and you looked at him, hoping you didn’t disturb his sleep. That was until you realized you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh, giving you an idea.

Jack eased his grip on you as you shuffled around, fully resting his back against the sheets, before you straddled his hips. You dipped your head down, pressing wet kisses under his ear and along his jaw.

He started to stir as you left hickeys along his neck and chest; red marks that would soon enough turn purple across his pale skin.

“Good morning, handsome.” You hummed.

“Mmmm, ‘mornin angel.” Jack grunted in his raspy morning voice. It was something you’d get to hear once in a while, usually when Jack was in another city working; he liked to call you early before starting his day. But now you got to hear it personally, in the flesh, centimeters away from you, and my god did it get you wet.

You continued to kiss down his torso, gliding your nails across the skin, making him shiver in delight.

You cupped his clothed cock, making his breath hitch.

“Can I-“

“Please, yes.” He breathed out.

You grinned as you pulled down his shorts, Jack kicking them off completely with his foot.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his perfect cock. The tip a gorgeous shade of pink, close to matching his lips, precum already leaking from the slit as his cock twitched in anticipation.

“Fuck, so pretty Jack, so so pretty…” you whined before taking him in your mouth.

“God, I’ve missed this. Missed your hot little mouth sweetheart. It’s only been a few days but it’s been too long without you,” Jack babbled, focusing on not thrusting his entire dick down your throat, keeping the respectfulness at bay.

You groaned as you continued to bob your head up and down, your core clenching as he continued to praise you. Jack shivered at this, hands reaching into your hair.

“Your little throat takes me so well, doesn’t she pretty girl? Takes Daddy so well,” His voice now more gruff as he chased his orgasm, hips lifting off the bed a little.

You coughed as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you eyes water, taking your mouth off of him.

“Fuck, m’sorry-“ Jack quickly apologized.

“No, no, I liked it.” You grinned at him as he swiped a fallen tear with his thumb. You kissed his thumb before going back to his wet cock, kissing up and down his length before you took him in your mouth again. You twirled your tongue around him and suckled at his tip, saliva and precum drooling from your lips down his cock and into his trimmed pelvis, matting the hair together.

Jacks grip tightend in your hair as his moans got louder.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so good to me. So good to me with that precious filthy mouth, angel.”

You relaxed your throat, nuzzling forward into his pelvic bone, tapping his hip to signal he could have his way with you before playing with his balls.

“Fuck yes, just like that, breathe through your nose baby, breathe with me, yeah- just like that- fuck.” Jack grunted as he fucked your throat.

The obscenely wet sounds that echoed the room as his tip continued to hit the back of your throat, combined with the precious whimpers that fell from you was enough for Jack to burst.

He came an ungodly amount down your throat, so much that you tried to swallow it all, but it just kept coming. You took your mouth off of him, spurts of cum still leaking from him, splattering across your chest and your chin before he finally finished.

Jack shuddered from the intense euphoria and the lack of covers, dick still twitching. You climbed back up and laid on him, hands clutching at his shoulders from underneath, your warmth helping him calm his breathing before he wrapped his arms around you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,“ Jack breathed out heavily, eyes still shut and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to calm his breathing.

You giggled as you pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw before laying your head back on his chest.

“Think you sucked part of my soul out.” He laughed and you grinned into his skin.

You started to get off him but before you could shuffle back to your side, Jack flipped the two of you over.

“Jack, you don’t have to-“

“I don’t have to do anything, I want to though.” He hummed as he started trailing kisses along your jaw and down your clothed torso.

“Lemme take care of you, remember?” And you nodded and let out a soft sigh as you felt your shirt being pushed up your thighs ever so lightly.

He settled between your legs, lifting your calves over his shoulders as he got a better view of your pussy. You felt Jack’s breathing against your lower tummy, right on the cusp of your mound, making your shiver.

He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to your panty-clad pussy.

“Missed you.” He whispered as he traced the skin with his nose, taking in the scent that was you.

“Missed your smell,” he continued, his teeth biting the fabric of your baby pink thong, slowly dragging it down and off your legs.

Jack saw how incredibly wet you were, and it drove him mad. He spread your lips, your arousal glistening in the light, clit begging to be touched. He let out a soft tuft of air in awe of the beauty before him. Every soft curve, scar, freckle, dimple splayed across your skin were the most beautiful brush strokes of the painting that was you. Every whine, moan, giggle that fell from your mouth were perfect melodies to him.

You whined at his breath on your clit, silently begging him to make a move.

“P-Please baby, do something.” You pleaded.

“I got you mama, I got you,” Jack promised before leaning into you and licking a fat strip along your entrance.

“Oh fuck-“ you cried out, your hands burying themselves into his hair.

Jack had eaten you out before, but there was something different about this time. He had a type of insatiable hunger, you could feel it in his aura; and in the way he devoured your pussy.

Your hips jerked forward as Jack pressed his nose against your clit, a delicious sound to your ears as he continued to lap at you. You were paralyzed, in the best way- unable to do anything but let out cries and moans of euphoria.

“J-Jack,” you cried.

“You taste so fuckin good, you know that? Fuckin’ delectable,” Jack rambled. His pupils were blown out, his gaze never leaving yours as his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.”

“Jack, I-I can’t, I need to cum, please let me cum,” you begged.

“You wanna cum, hm? Wanna cum for Daddy?” Jack smirked as he kept his rhythm, filling you with two of his fingers.

You let out a gasp, teetering on the edge of bliss; and Jack was fully in control. Your orgasm was legitimately in his hands, and you loved it.

The pads of his fingers reached to tap that perfect spot in you, and all it took was for Jack to mouth and nip at your nipple, and you finally succumbed to him.

You bit into his shoulder as you cried out his name, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes as you raked your nails down his back.

“Good girl, my girl is such a good girl huh? So pretty when you cum for me.” Jack cooed in your ear, fingers still pressed up against your walls, his thumb continued to relentlessly rub your clit.

You let out a deep sob at the overstimulation, finally clawing at his shoulder to end his delicious torture.

Jack pulled his fingers out from you and sucked your release off of them, humming in delight. He then turned back to you and laid his full weight on you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly and whispering endless praise.

“You did so well baby. My sweet girl,” he babbled as he held you close to his chest.

Your mind was on fire, unable to string together a single sentence. You weren’t super responsive except for a few sighs and groans; but Jack understood. He laid there with you, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheek, petting your hair as he hummed a soft tune; waiting for you to come back to him.

You let out a giggle when he kissed the crook of your neck, making Jack pull his face out from you, his soft eyes searching for your warm ones.

“Hi.”

“Hey. You okay?” A small smile on his face as he rubbed his thumb along your collarbone.

“Yeah. I’m good. Really good.” You smiled back at him.

“Good.” He kissed your swollen pouty lips.

“Breakfast?” Jack questioned as he got out of bed, finding his shorts and pulling them back up.

“Didn’t you just eat?” You quipped, eyebrows raised teasingly.

“I’m still starving, but I figured I’d let my favorite meal cool off a bit.” He bantered with a smile.

“Breakfast sounds great.” You answered, still cozily wrapped up in the white sheets.

Jack took out his phone and snapped a pic of you in the bed.

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“Hey!” Jack said, copying you.

You laid there with a pout before he leaned over and kissed you.

“Y’look too cute, I had too.” He said grinning as he leaned back up.

“Breakfast in 10, out on the veranda?” He asked walking towards the door of the bedroom.

“Veranda? I didn’t think you knew that word.” You joked.

“Hey, I read!” Jack huffed as he went to pull at your ankles, dragging you closer to the bed as you let out a squeal.

“You don’t know what my vocabulary looks like,”

“Don’t act like I didn’t see The BFG on your nightstand at your place last week.” You smiled.

“Don’t trash The BFG! It’s one of our greatest pieces of literature.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You hummed, your loving gaze matching his.

Jack smiled before pressing a kiss to your cheek and getting up to go order food.

——

Your feet padded against the cold tiles, walking up to the veranda where Jack was sat; food and colorful juices spread out across the table.

Jack grinned at you as you approached the table, still wrapped up in your bed sheets, looking like a baby deer who just woke up.

The two of you ate and talked about nothing and everything. Jack pulled you into his lap after a while, the two of you picking at fruit and watching the waves slowly sway in and the sun rising, warming the two of you.

That’s how the rest of the week went. Nothing but stolen kisses, soft moments of intimacy shared through cuddles, giggles and quality time (and a lot of fucking). You and Jack had made a pact to go skinny dipping every night, and every night one of you started to back out, only for the other to grab ahold and drag the two of you into the water. Jack would always try and tickle you while you swam, which you hated (loved), causing you to wraps your arms around his broad shoulders to stay afloat. He’d circle his arms around your waist, digging his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the intimacy of the moment every night, loving the connection that grew stronger between you two. During the day you’d build sandcastles together, sit in the sun (much to Jack’s dismay as he would get burnt if he sat outside too long; but he stuck it out so he could shamelessly ogle your glistening body in the tiny bikini you wore), nap together, play stupid drinking games among other things. Jack often snuck pictures of you; some of your reading, sleeping, random candids of you that he loved. One of his favorites was of you laying on your tummy at the beach, your skeleton spinal tattoo on display as you tanned your back, Jack’s hat partly covering your face as you napped. Of course he had others that were more… ‘cum splattered’ that he loved, but he loved this one particularly because of how relaxed you were. You trusted him, and he saw that.

You told him more about how school was going, and how you were soon ready to leave the nightlife and fully focus on your pediatric residency. Jack couldn’t help the warm smile from spreading on his face as he listened to you talk about working with kids. The unwavering light in your eyes as you told him about how the kids you encountered were silly and bright and curious, and how you loved to see them laugh as you used tactics to help get them through their checkups. He was in love with you, deeply so. He just didn’t know how to tell you yet; or if he should tell you. He needed a sign to show him you weren’t going to run from him. Little did he know, your feelings were more similar to his than he thought.

You couldn’t help but feel a childish joy with him, it was freeing. He made you feel free. So you made a decision, and you were gonna tell him about it tonight, the last night of your stay.

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Jack told you he had made reservations at a restaurant in the area, and to be ready at 7. Though you slept in the same room and shared the villa, he wanted it to feel like a real date; one where he would pick you up at the front door with flowers, anticipation having been built leading up the date. So he got ready in a different room, and slipped out an hour before, leaving the place to you.

You dressed in a black silk knee length dress that perfectly accentuated your figure, the diamond tennis bracelet Jack had gifted you a while ago, and some black leather strappy heels. Your skin glowed against the materials, smooth and inviting. You took one final look before you heard knocking from the front door. You went to open it, and there stood Jack looking as handsome as ever. He wore a white button down, paired with a black blazer and his watch, along with the subtle diamond KY chain. His beard had been lined up, nails trimmed and glossed, and he smelled fucking amazing.

“Hi, beautiful.” His deep voice enveloping you in a euphoric hug, you swore you could feel your heartbeat in your clit.

Jack felt the same, unbeknownst to you. His eyes devoured you from head to toe, he almost didn’t want to blink, afraid he’d miss a single angle of you. He willed his dick to not get hard as his eyes roamed the plushness of your skin, the way your chest heaved as your own eyes studied him.

“These are for you.” He stretched his hand out as you accepted the bouquet of white lilies. You grinned and thanked him, and before you could even ask where to put them, you noticed there was a vase full with water on the table by the door. You grinned, biting your lip before letting a laugh out, as Jack had already anticipated your move.

He laughed along with you as you put them in the vase.

“Ready?” He grinned, offering his arm for you to take.

“As ever.” You beamed up at him, gently pulling a curl and watching it bounce back.

You arrived at the restaurant, and were in complete awe of the view. It overlooked the beach at a distance, the colorful flora and fauna leading from the mainland and slowly dispersed as it neared the water.

“Jack, this is so beautiful.”

“I know.” You turned to look at him, but he was already looking at you; a soft look on his face as he admired you.

He guided you to your table, pulling out your chair for you and kissing your cheek before he sat down in his own chair. You ordered drinks, and as the waiter left to fetch them and give you time to look over the menu, Jack intertwined your hands and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

He hummed as he flipped through the menu. The both of you sneaking glances at eachother, giggling like teenagers. You got your drinks and ordered food, sipping at your chilled wine as you embraced the last bit of warmth as the sun began to set. You ate your meals, continuing to share laughs and stories, it was like you’d known eachother for years. The waiter cleared your plates and you ordered a slice of chocolate cake to share.

“I kinda wanted to talk to you about something,” Jack started off. “Hold on,” he stood up and draped his blazer over you, having noticed you started to shiver as the wind took up slightly.

“Me too actually,” you told him as he returned to his seat.

“Oh?” He inquired, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, but you go first.” You told him.

“Oh- um, yeah okay,” he fidgeted with his PG ring, nerves taking over.

You took his hands in yours, giving them a small squeeze as you gave him a gentle encouraging smile.

That made his nerves disappear. Just a look at your face, the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, the gentle touch of your palm, it made him calm. You made him calm. Fearless. Like he could do any and everything as long as you were next to him.

“This week has been one of the best weeks of my life. These past few months have been the best months of my life,” he started. Your heart began to swell as you anticipated what he was going to say.

“And I don’t wanna ruin it by saying something too… big, but I know it’ll eat me alive if I don’t tell you how I feel, Cin.” He exhaled, clutching your hands a little tighter.

“Wait-“ you interrupted him.

Jack’s heart stopped. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have even tried to bring it up, he should’ve swallowed feelings.

“Y/N.” You told him.

“What?” Jack questioned, confused by what you meant.

“Y/N. That’s my name- my real name. Y/N.” You peered up at him from your lap.

His heart started beating again, rapidly so, but in an anxious way, no - this time he felt ecstatic. He felt the electricity run through his veins, he felt fucking giddy. He felt like he was floating, he could’ve sworn you could see the warm ball of light radiating from his chest.

“Y/N,” he smiled, feeling the way your name felt in his mouth. He loved it. “Y/N.” He repeated, as you smiled back at him. He had asked for a sign, and fuck if it wasn’t the most perfect one.

“I want something with you, Y/N. Whatever you want, whatever you’re willing to give me, you can decide- but I know that I want this, I want you. I- I love you.” He exhaled.

“A-And don’t feel pressured to say it, I just wanted you to know-“ Jack babbled before you cut him off.

“I love you too, Jack. I love you.” You told him, eyes welling up with tears that threatened to fall.

“Yeah? For real?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, forreal forreal,” you chuckled, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Think I’ve known for a while now. I was scared of how I felt, all the feelings were so… big.” You continued. “But I know that I love you. You make me feel light, and safe, and free. And I haven’t felt that in a really long time.” You laughed, a tear finally falling.

Jack smiled and stood up, walking up next to you and leaned down, bringing you into a loving kiss, wiping the stray tear away.

“So you’re mine?”

“I’m yours.” You replied.

“Fuck yes.” He whispered, pulling you up and bringing you into another passionate kiss. He twirled you around, making you giggle before he brought you into a hug.

“I love you, so so much Y/N.” He took your face in his hands.

“I love you too Jack. So much.” You voice hitched as he kissed you again.

Jack had never hated keys as much as he had in this very moment.

He was struggling to get it into the lock, as he was heavily distracted by you tugging at his earlobe with your teeth, your legs tightening around his waist as your hips rutted against him.

He was painfully hard, his cock begging to be released from the constraints of his dress pants. He almost wanted to throw all caution to the wind and fuck you in the doorway, he was so desperate to be close to you in this moment, but you deserved a proper bed and the right setting for your declaration of love.

He finally got the door open, dramatically huffing and you giggled in his ear, your hand finding solace in his hair, raking your nails against his scalp which made Jack moan into your mouth.

He kicked the door closed behind him, stumbling into your shared room, gently laying you down onto the bed. He stood back up, the two of you panting hard, eyes never leaving eachother. The tension, although thick, dissipated from pure raw lust, to a comforting, softer, loving need.

It was silent, but both of your smiles made the room loud. The wine you had warmed your cheeks up, and you couldn’t contain your childish giggles, which made Jack chuckle himself. He thought you looked so unbelievably adorable, his blazer too many sizes too big and swallowing you up. But you looked at him with what he could only imagine his own face looked like; in love.

Jack crawled on top of you, holding his weight off by balancing on his forearms as he hovered over you.

“My pretty girl.” He hummed as his thumb caressed your face.

He brought his forehead to yours, noses just barely brushing against eachother.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered back.

Jack smiled before standing back up as he began to unbutton his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

You shucked his jacket off, and reached to fiddle with the zip on your back before Jack’s voice stopped you.

“Can I-“ he uttered. You looked up at him, eyes urging him to continue.

“I wanna do it. Let me do it, please?”

You nodded, laying back as he got undressed down to his briefs, took his and your shoes off, and then came back to hover over you.

He kissed you tenderly, savoring every second, and kissed down your neck. He licked and sucked on that sweet spot on your neck, a moan falling from your lips as you arched into Jack.

“So beautiful…” Jack mumbled against your neck, his arms reaching around your back to unzip your dress. He pulled the straps down your arms, shimmying the dress down your legs.

His eyes practically rolled out of his head when he saw you were only wearing a red thong.

“No bra?” He managed to ask, his hands wandering on their own, brushing up against the underside of your breasts.

“The dress looked better without it.” You shrugged.

“I’m gonna burn all the bras you own, no need for ‘em.” Jack mumbled as his thumbs rubbed into your nipples. “Gotta have easy access, right?” He coaxed, his mouth latching on to your soft breast.

“Oh fuck-“ you gasped. His mouth was glorious, sucking and mouthing at your tits, switching on and off from one to the other, one nipple always being pulled on or pinched between his index finger and thumb. Jack swirled his tongue over your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing it before he went to create more hickeys along your chest.

Jack kissed down your torso, biting and nipping at your skin here and there, before his fingers tugged at the waistband of your thong.

“Please.” You nodded at him, giving him the all clear to which he leaned down and plucked the fabric with his teeth, pulling them off your body.

Jack lifted your leg, resting your ankle on his shoulder as he kissed up your calf, licking up your inner thigh before he was met with your glistening pussy.

“Mine.” He growled.

“Yours.” You confirmed with a breathy whine.

Jack nudged his nose against your puffy clit, inhaling the sweet scent that was you.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, a puff of air landing hot on your lips, making you clench your core.

His tongue delved into your wet hole, the feeling of his wet muscle against your pussy making you cry out in pleasure. You bucked your hips into his face, making Jack chuckle, the vibration making you gasp. His muscled arms wrapped around your thighs, holding your hips down as he continued his pleasurable assault on your aching pussy.

“Fuck Jack, yes! Oh my god-“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape and unable to close. Your toes curled and you dragged them up his back as you writhed into the sheets.

Jack replaced his tongue with his fingers, wanting to reach that perfect spot in you. “You taste so fucking good, peach.” He gnawed at your hip bone before pressing a kiss and returning to your clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, eyes furrowed shut, awaiting the crash of your orgasm. But it never came.

Your eyes shot open and you lifted yourself up on your forearms.

“Jack? What the hell.” You pouted. “I was about to cum.” You narrowed your eyes.

“I know baby, but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He hummed, the raspiness in his voice more prominent. He climbed back up to you, face covered in your slick. You moaned as you kissed him, tasting yourself on him, with him, you tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Wanna see you lose yourself on my cock for the first time, as my girlfriend.” He groaned as he rolled his hips into yours, your slick creating a damp patched against his clothed hard-on.

“Off, take them off already Jack.” Your foot attempted to push his briefs down.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He kissed you a few times before bending down to slide his briefs off. Jack settled between your legs, sliding his cock up and down, between your folds, his creamy tip bumping against your clit each time.

Jack felt your nails dig into his back and he hadn’t even slid into you yet, but he couldn’t blame you, he was aching to be inside you.

He tapped his cock against your clit a few more times, making you mewl and curl further into him. He finally pressed his thick head at your entrance, slowly thrusting into you, inch by inch. He felt you exhale and relax into his arms as he bottomed out, a dazed look on your face as he kissed your cheek. He laid there, balls pressed against your ass, still, enjoying the intimacy. Quiet except for eachother’s breathing, he felt your energies intertwining, like you became one.

“I love you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss beneath his ear.

He smiled into your neck.

“I love you.” He said whispered back, before beginning to move, slowly thrusting in and out, working you open.

“Fuck you feel so good,” He grunted, your walls tightly sucking in his cock. You clenched, tightening your hold on him, and he moaned, biting your shoulder.

He felt your essence leak down your ass, the shlick! sound created by the two of you amplified, and Jack picked up his speed a bit.

“Jack! Oh my fucking god,” you cried out, his thrusts harder and more intentional now, his yummy damp matted coarse curls rubbing against your clit had you raking your acrylics into his back; any concerns about bleeding or scarring left for tomorrow’s worries.

“You take me so well baby, doing so good,” he praised as he pressed your knees to your chest, your calves on his shoulders, thus allowing his tip to kiss your cervix, which made you drool.

“Does that feel good, princess? Yeah?” Jack talked you through it. His pace never faltered, keeping steady, his thumb inching back to its home on your clit as the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the hot room. You cried out his name in response, your mind a hazy fog, you were enveloped in him. His smell, his feel, his voice, you were intoxicated and never wanted to get sober.

“Ja-Jack..” your voice hitched, letting out a pleasure filled sob.

“What do you want? Tell me, use your words baby,” Jack encouraged, his mouth back on your neck, slowing and grinding his pelvis into your clit.

“W- want,” you shuddered in euphoria.

“Hm? C’mon you can do better than that, come on,” he urged you, mouthing at your tits, spreading his saliva across your pebbled nipples, nipping at them slightly with his teeth.

“Want you to cum in me,” you groaned, rutting your hips against his.

“Are you sure?” Jack asked, his thrusts slowing to a stop.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want it so bad, Jack.” You pouted, writhing against him, bringing him back for a sloppy needy kiss.

“Please give it all to me, wanna be filled to the brim with you.” You whined, and Jack nodded, fucking into you at a determined speed.

“I fucking love you, Y/N.” Jack growled as he reached the edge of his orgasm.

That broke the dam that held your orgasm. The grip your legs had around Jack tightened as you brought him deeper into you, and Jack pinched and pulled at your nipples, biting your neck as he grinded against your clit, maximizing your pleasure.

“I love you, I fucking love you Jack, I love you,” you babbled, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you pressed him closer against your chest. The connection you felt was overwhelming, but so warm.

Your walls twitched, suffocating Jack’s cock in the most delicious way, making his hips stutter into yours as he came.

“Fuckfuckfuck, oh god-“ he moaned as ropes and ropes of cum filled you excessively, leaking from your tiny hole. Jack relaxed into you, resting his full weight against you, pulling your legs down to the side so he could lay on you. You laid there breathing in eachother, silent again, no words necessary as everything that wanted to be said, was felt by the both of you. You nuzzled into his neck, your hands returning to their righteous home, Jacks curls. He groaned as your nails raked at his scalp again, making him twitch in overstimulation in your hold; the last drop of cum spurting into you as he pressed his pelvis against yours one last time.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you wanting to move just yet. This time it was you humming a soft tune as Jack had done for you a few times before, helping you ground yourself back to him.

After a few minutes you felt him turn his head to lay on your chest, his hands clutching at your sides, having wrapped his arms around you to keep you close to him.

“Hi, pretty.” You said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Hi, baby.” He responded contently, exhaling a deep sigh.

“You good?”

“Never felt better in my life.” He let out a chuckle.

“You?”

“Same.” You smiled.

“Wish we could stay like this forever, feels so right being with you like this. In you, like this.” He spoke. “But, I gotta pull out now, okay?” You nodded, pressing a soft peck to him before he got up. Jack slid out, and his cum leaked out onto your ass, all over your inner thighs, and down to the sheets.

Jack couldn’t help himself but to smear some of the cum against your sensitive clit.

“Jack..” you whined, your legs folding in on eachother.

“Couldn’t resist, sorry baby.” He kissed your tummy before getting up to get a warm cloth to clean you up. He came back and wiped you up, before holding his hands out for you to take ahold of.

“Legs don’t work.” You told him, refusing to even attempt to get up.

“Okay, Angel. No problem.” He laughed as he took you into his arms, carrying your to the bathroom. He let you pee in private as he called room service for fresh sheets. The quickly arrived and Jack took the fresh ones as they took the soiled ones in a laundry bag. He came back to you and carried you back to the bed, fresh sheets now on.

“I feel so bad for the people who have to clean our sheets.” You groaned in embarrassment while Jack laughed.

“They’ll be fine, I’m sure they’ve dealt with this plenty times before.” He assured you, pulling you to lay on his chest, kissing your hair and tracing aimless patterns on your back.

You hiked your leg up and around Jack’s waist, nuzzling into his chest before letting out a deep satisfied sigh.

“Sleep, baby.” Jack hummed, and you nodded.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Love you.” You mumbled.

He smiled. He couldn’t believe he was here with the girl he dreamed of, with her telling him she loves him. That electric giddy feeling flooded his veins again.

“Love you too Y/N.” He told her. He felt her smile into his skin, before her breathing evened out, falling asleep, with Jack not far behind her.

To be continued…

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