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always there
swiss ghoul x phantom ghoul x nb!reader
written in first person
word count: 1.9k
summary: Reader has been very distant lately from everyone, even their favorite ghouls surprisingly, and they notice. Swiss and Phantom decide it would be a good idea to ask you if everything is okay. You come out to them and they comfort you.
content/warnings: mentions of depression, struggling with identity, coming out, vulnerability in front of 2 men, some fluff.
comment: I’ve been thinking of writing this this for a long time now. As a nonbinary ghost fan who has an attachment to some of the ghouls, I thought it would be nice for anyone who relates to read something where the ghouls accept you for who you are and comfort you when you need it. Wrote this with Swiss & Phantom because they’re my favorite right now, so this is no way intended to come off as I don’t think any of the other ghouls/ghoulettes wouldn’t be as comforting and accepting.
P.S. This fic is about Swiss & Phantom, NOT Jutty & Randy. Used their photo because they will be in their human glamour in this fic.
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songs: Darkness At The Heart Of My Love by Ghost
I’ve been working at the ministry for about two years now. I came on to be apart of the tour crew to be one of the bands stage hands. I work on the left side of the stage, so my main focus is making sure Swiss and Phantom have everything they need during shows and switching out any instruments for them if they need to. It has brought the 3 of us really close. We started hanging out a lot when we weren’t on tour and they have grown to be my best friends.
We have been on a break from touring for a few months now and those are the worst times for me. Whenever we’re on tour, I’m always busy and I love my job so it doesn’t give me time to sit in my misery and think. When there’s off time between/during tours, I get all in my head and that’s when my depression is at its worst.
I can tell that Swiss and Phantom are really concerned but they are also trying to give me my space, which I appreciate. Today was one of my worst days though and they seemed to notice instantly. I think what gave me away is the fact that I said I was going for a walk even though it’s pouring outside.
I took a walk around the block in the rain until I started to get cold. Once I got back to the ministry, I went straight to my bedroom. They gave me enough time to change out of my wet clothes and get comfortable before they knock on my door.
As I sat in my little nook on the window in the dark, with some candles lit around my room, I looked out the window and watched the rain, “Come in” I said softly.
The two ghouls poke their heads into my room before walking in and shutting the door behind them. They are in their human glamor as always. Even though we’re close, I’m not allowed to see what their ghoul forms look like because I’m human. The only time they’re in their ghoul forms around me is when they’re wearing their stage outfits and helmets.
I look over at them and they give me a soft smile to try and lighten the room. Swiss speaks first:
“We noticed you have been very quiet and distant lately and we just wanted to check on you and make sure everything was okay.”
Phantom speaks next:
“Of course if you don’t feel like talking about it, we won’t make you. We just want you to know that we are here if you need anything.”
Tears start to swell in my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, pulling them closer to my chest. I sniffle as I look out the window again and say, “Thank you, both of you”.
They both walk over to the windowsill, Phantom rubbing my back and Swiss kissing my forehead. That’s when the tears really come down. They both look at me with anguish in their eyes. Phantom sits down next to me in the nook and Swiss bends down in front of me placing his hands on my knees trying to make eye contact with me.
“Talk to me, what’s going on?” Swiss says with a soft tone. He reaches a hand up and wipes my tears with his thumb then rests his hand on my arm rubbing it soothingly.
I was so scared to talk about what has had me acting like this lately and I’m not even sure why when I know they will accept me no matter what. I think it’s just my own insecurities and once I say it out loud, it will all feel very real and I’m worried I’ll feel like I still don’t know who I am.
I look down at Swiss as Phantom rubs a hand on my back in soothing circles. I take a deep breath as I close my eyes then say, “I’ve been struggling with my identity lately and I’m afraid once I tell people, I will feel different in the sense that I think I know who I am but then I don’t feel like I am that person either.”
They both stay quiet listening to me tentatively. Swiss nods as he looks in my eyes as I speak again, “All my life I thought I knew who I was and I have been this confident person on the outside but I always felt like something was wrong and I didn’t really know what it was for a long time. I love being on tour because the band, Papa, and you two keep me busy and I like being busy. When I’m busy I don’t have to think about all of this.”
They continue to listen, giving me the space to talk and I admire that so much, so I continue. “And I just keep to myself when I feel like this because I don’t want to bring everyone else down with my mood swings when everyone is trying to relax and enjoy their time off. I just feel like it’s better if I isolate myself for the sake of everyone else, but when I’m alone is when I FEEL the most.” I start to cry again.
Swiss wipes my tears again and I catch him glancing at Phantom, then Phantom pulls me into a side hug in which I rest my head on his shoulder. They make me feel so safe and comfortable and I feel like I should tell them who I am. I know they will love me no matter what and maybe having them aware of what’s going on will be helpful so I don’t feel so alone anymore. I'm isolating myself, no one is pushing me away, I’m pushing them away.
I take a deep breath as I close my eyes and nod encouragement to myself as I say, “I think I’m nonbinary. Sometimes I don’t feel comfortable in my skin when I call myself a woman and I don’t fully feel like I’m supposed to be a man. I feel like I’m somewhere in the middle. Also I’m not comfortable with feminine pronouns. They/Them feels more natural to me.”
Swiss stands up and wraps his arms around me as my head rests against his stomach and he says, “Is it okay that I say something?” I nod. He continues as he runs his fingers in my hair and keeps me in his embrace, “I am so proud of you. You didn’t have to come out to us and explain what’s going on, but you trusted us enough to do so and I admire that. You are one of the most caring, loving, and strongest person I know and I think I can speak for Phantom and I when I say that it doesn’t matter what you identify as because you are you and we love you. I-I love you.”
He pauses for a moment and I realize he’s admitting he has feelings for me. I have always felt such a strong connection with Swiss but I felt like I was mistaking it for strong friendship. Tears stream down my face as I look up at him then stand to my feet and wrap my arms around his torso tightly as he buries his face into my hair and holds me tight.
Swiss speaks again, “If you continue to be comfortable with us, I want you to be open. Tell us if we ever say anything to make you feel like you aren’t being seen. If there’s a name you would like to go by specifically, we will call you that in a heartbeat and we will use the pronouns you are comfortable with because you deserve to feel comfortable as yourself around everyone and we want to be there for you every step of your journey in being comfortable in your own skin, okay?”
I nod into his chest as Phantom joins the hug from behind me. I feel this overwhelming amount of protection and comfort from the both of them being between them in their embrace and I sniffle gently. Phantom speaks now:
“I want to put emphasis on what Swiss said and say thank you for trusting us with this delicate time you’re going through. We will be there every step of the way and want you to be happy as your authentic self. We would never want you to pretend to be someone you’re not. You have no idea how much it means to me that you are comfortable enough with us to talk to us about this. We were so worried about you because we do notice the changes when we aren’t on tour with you, secluding yourself and we never want you for a second to think that we aren’t here for you and that we wouldn’t support you in every aspect of your life.”
I stand there for a moment in silence just letting their words sink in and enjoying the feel of their arms around me. I place a hand on Swiss’ chest to pull away from the hug. They both let go and look down at me, Phantom rubbing my arm and Swiss rubbing his thumb on my cheek. I smile up at them, “Thank you both so much for always being there for me. I never doubted you both supporting me, it was just something I needed to wrap my head around first and now that I’ve told you both, I feel like this huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can’t wait to start feeling like the person I was meant to be.”
They both beam down at me happy to see me smiling now. I take this moment to say, “I love the both of you, you mean the world to me, and…” I look up at Swiss specifically and say “I love you too” in a soft tone.
I watch as Swiss practically melts and quickly cups my cheeks in his big hands and our lips press together. I hold onto his hands that are on my face as we kiss deeply. We both laugh on each others lips when we hear Phantom let out a heavy sigh of relief and clap as he says, “Fucking finally. I’ve been having to listen to the both of you talk about your feelings toward each other to me and have been desperately waiting for you guys to just hook up already.”
Swiss pulls away from our kiss and pushes Phantom's shoulder back playfully as we all laugh. Phantom holds his hands up as he backs away towards the door, “Love you both but I think you two need some alone time after months of me hearing all this sexual tension build up between you two”.
I gasp, take the pillow off my window nook and throw it at Phantom's head as he dodges it and quickly leaves the room. I shake my head smiling as I trail my eyes back up to Swiss and we smile to each other.
Swiss cups my cheeks again and says, “Now, where were we?” Then we’re kissing again as that sexual tension Phantom mentioned hits us both hard.
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crown of thorns - werewolf!steve harrington x fem!reader (2.7k)
co-wrote by calicojack11 (who is very very unfortunately not on tumblr) & doomsdaybby
content/trigger warnings: blood & wound description, hurt/comfort, size kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, dubious consent, steve is a teensy bit mean but it’s okay!
Steve is never in the mood the day after a moon, but he knew what you were doing while he was gone. He could smell you all night. He can smell you now, too. By the time he’s done with you, you’ll know not to tease him next month.
You’re awake long before the turn of the front door down the hall causes your eyes to snap open. Hazy morning light sifts in through your bedroom window.
Your apartment always seems to stand still the morning after the full moon, like you’re suspended in time as long as you remain between these old walls.
Maybe it’s just the apprehension.
There’s no telling what will walk through that door come sunrise. Sometimes it’s a naked, blood covered body, on other occasions Steve has returned as causally as if he’d just run out for coffee. More often than not, it’s something in between.
Today it’s something in between. You sit up in bed with your legs hanging over the edge, the hem of Steve’s shirt pooling loosely around your waist. There’s no time for you to get the door for him, he’s already flinging it open before you can even stand up.
“You’re hurt.” You observe with a hitch in your throat. It’s been four years since he was bitten. The two of you were just friends back then, just teenagers trying to save the world. It never gets any easier.
“Barely.” Steve responds, and the shadows on his face melt into the bags under his eyes to make him look that much more ominous.
“You’re bleeding.”
“They’re just thorns, baby.” He limps into the room, shirtless and speckled with blood. His gray sweatpants sit low on his hips to show off the dimples at the small of his back as he surpasses you on his way toward your master bathroom.
You swat your hand out to catch his, and he stops at the corner of the mattress while gazing down at his feet. Thick, nail-like thorns protrude from his ribs. He does this shit every month, this pity party of shame.
Always too proud to ask for help or love or softness, but you give it to him anyways. And of course he adores it, the way you touch him so tenderly, but God forbid he ever admit to that fact.
Steve glances at you out of the corner of his eye with a defeated frown.
“Come on.” He reluctantly gives in, and you take his hand to lead him toward your bathroom.
Once there, you run the bath. He likes it hot on the morning after the moon, as hot as the tap will run. Anything to soothe his tired, overworked muscles.
When the water runs cold, you’ll pull the drain and start it all over again, stroking his chest and scratching his head from outside of the tub while he drifts in and out of unrestful, broken slumber.
Steam begins to fill the small room as Steve stretches his arms above his head. His hands latch onto the top of the doorframe, giving you unbridled access to his injuries. You lower yourself to your knees and begin the reaping.
Steve tenses with the plucking of the first thorn, and a small stream of blood begins to flow freely from his torso. You press your thumb over the hole to stop the bleeding but he jerks away from your touch.
“Don’t — Just get it over with.” He grits between clenched, “It’s worse when you go slow. Just do it.”
His words rip at your heartstrings. You know it’ll hurt him, and it’ll hurt you too, but what sort of help would you be if you were to only give it on your own terms?
Two thorns sit near each other at the lower section of his abdomen. You don’t warn him before yanking them out simultaneously.
Steve grunts, and more blood flows. You continue to pluck the miniature railroad ties from his flesh and his composure never breaks.
The most he gives you is a few pained grunts, a couple of low moans and whimpers, his thick fingers clench the jut of the doorframe and he never offers any indication that it feels like he’s being ripped apart.
By the time you’re done, he looks like something macabre, all stretched out and dripping with blood. Crimson stains the right side of his joggers and sweat clings to the hair on his chest as his lungs heave.
He looks down at you on your knees like he hates you, like you’re the one who caused his suffering, while you’re looking up at him with a palm full of thorns ready to be fashioned into a crown. Like he’s a god. Like he’s your god, and you are here to worship.
He releases the door frame and pushes his sweatpants over his hips, down his thighs until they’re in a pile at his feet. Steve’s cock stands at attention before you, right in front of your face.
Slick with precum, veins throbbing and head just as burgundy as the blood painting his skin. Drool fills your mouth immediately. You try to look away but it’s hard.
Maybe he can smell that you’re fertile, maybe that’s what has him going. In the days leading up to this moon, Steve had been ravenous.
His hands grabbing you every chance they got, tossing you around this apartment like you were just a chew toy for him to clench between his teeth and shake.
He’s had you every which way, wherever he wanted, whenever that primal need hit him. And you were still thinking about it; his name slipping off of your tongue like a prayer, the metronome of your headboard hitting the wall, how you’d woken up to him already inside of you…
Steve is already stepping past you by the time you shake your head clear of those memories. He settles into the bath water and lets out a groan of relief, one not unlike the sounds he’d been making yesterday afternoon.
Steam dampens his hair and causes it to stick to his face, but you think he looks nice like this — a little vulnerable. He always likes when you sit by the edge of the tub and cup water in your hands to pour over his chest, so you do just that.
You move to the side of the porcelain basin and ease your hands into the water, getting comfortable with the temperature before ladeling a handful of it over his skin.
Steve settles back against the wall, finally accepting your touch. He closes his eyes and allows you to alternate between scoops of steaming water and rakes of your fingernails across his chest.
Eventually you abandon the hand back, instead navigating your palm from shoulder to shoulder, tracing your nails down his sternum and over his stomach, from hip to hip, repeating the process in reverse and then all over again.
You know what the man likes. He’s taught you well, refusing to accept your care on any other terms.
You think he’s dozed off — hell, you’ve nearly done so yourself — when you feel the roll of his hips. Steve shifts against your touch, coaxing your hand further down his abdomen to brush the dark curls that float there.
“Mm… feels good.” He whimpers.
Steve is never in the mood the morning after a moon. He’s always too sore, too cranky. You don’t want to push your luck, so your hand roams back up the trail of hair that leads to his bellybutton, hardly making it halfway before you feel his loose grip circling your wrist.
Your eyes snap up, and Steve’s bloodshot gaze is fixed on you. He looks very much like a wounded animal, ready to bite at the threat of danger but still begging for relief.
Slowly, without muttering a word, Steve leads your hand beneath the surface of the water.
He closes your fist around the base of his cock and then allows himself to relax again, but you feel the strain of muscles between his hips, how tight they’re strung. You want to give him that release.
Beneath the tinted pink bath water, you begin to move your hand. Slowly, ever so slowly, up and down his length. Squeezing just as tightly as you know he likes. And he rewards you with a gentle sigh, a sign that you’re doing good.
“That’s it, baby.” He breathes.
Heat rushes between your legs. This isn’t about you though, so you suppress that need. You squeeze your thighs together and focus on the feeling of his slick skin beneath your fingertips, how velvety soft and warm he is to the touch.
Your thumb drags over his swollen head as you finish your first stroke, and Steve rewards you greatly.
“Fuck…” His voice is deep and raspy, fingers clenching at the edge of the tub as he holds onto his composure. “Fuck, yes. Good girl. Faster.”
Your heart dips in your chest and you stutter for a moment before obeying his order. Then you pick up the pace, your hand moving more quickly down the thick, wet length of him and back up again.
With every dip and curve of his shaft, you can’t help but to imagine how it feels inside of you. He could choose any hole. Wherever he wants you, he could have it.
“Was thinkin’ about this all night, you know.” He muses, his breathy voice that of a siren pulling you beneath the waves. “Could smell your wet fucking cunt from the edge of town. Every time you slipped your hand into your panties I felt like I was going fuckin’ feral. Lucky I didn’t do something we’d both regret.”
That heat between your thighs spreads up your abdomen, radiating throughout your core. Steve can smell everything during werewolf week; when you’re horny, when you’re ovulating, when you’re bleeding. You should’ve known better than to tease him like that.
You twist your hand around his girth, jerking him off just as you typically do when he’s halfway down your throat.
You prefer him in your throat. There’s something cathartic about it — about your eyes welling up with tears as you struggle to take it all, gazing up at him through bleary vision and watching as he pumps himself into your mouth.
“Get in.”
You don’t hear him, you’re too preoccupied with the view of his cock throbbing between your fingers.
Steve’s hand shoots forward, circling the back of your neck and jerking you toward him. Before you realize what’s happening, his lips are smashed against yours. Teeth and all. Tongue slipping into your mouth. It takes you a beat to respond, and then you melt into his touch.
“Get in, angel.” He repeats, words honeyed and saccharine against your lips. As if you need convincing. “Make me feel good. Fucking please. Only you know how.”
You hardly break your kiss to pull the shirt over your head, losing your panties along the way as you climb over the wall of the bathtub and sink into the water that’s far too hot for your flesh. It burns. You’ll be pink when you get out, but the pain is diluted by the overwhelming pleasure of Steve slipping his hands beneath your ass and moving you exactly where he needs you to be.
His cock bumps against your core, sliding between your slick folds to nestle against your swollen clit. TV static begins to fill your brain and you’re moving on impulse, instinct. Lovemaking is an art that the two of you have perfected together.
“I want it.” You whine with your head laid against his chest, bloodied water drifting up and down your chin with every subtle movement like the push and pull of the tides.
“What do you want? Tell me.” He asks, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.
Steve grips the base of his cock with his other hand and teases your entrance, sliding the head through your arousal and pushing himself inside of your weeping pussy just enough for you to feel his stretch.
You drag your teeth along his collarbone, hips burning as you hold yourself above him. You know better than to take before being given permission.
“Want your cock, daddy.” You press a chaste kiss to his throat, searching for the artery there that’s pumping with hot, nectarine blood.
A baritone growl rumbles from his chest, it vibrates you so nicely. He pulls his palms from beneath you, encircling them instead loosely around your waist and tilting his forehead down to meet yours.
“Take it, baby. It’s yours.” He whispers, pressing his lips too briefly against yours.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but you’re already sinking down on his cock. Opening yourself up around him. Stretching to your absolute limits just to accommodate his satisfaction.
Steve’s veins drag along your inner walls with every disappearing inch, his nails digging into the small of your back as his mouth parts slightly and eyes glaze over with want.
“Mine?” You repeat, nearing the base of his cock.
You can feel him in your stomach, head stroking that perfect spot at the back of your pussy with every gentle rock of your hips. You’re just waiting for him to say it.
Steve nods. “All yours. Fuck, it’s all yours, angel.”
You need no further instruction, especially when the heat of your clit brushes against the collection of sodden hair at the base of his cock. It’s that tiny fraction of extra attention you crave to dull the ache.
Steve grunts low when he bottoms out, surrounding you with a gentle wave of steaming water as he flexes his hips up, up and up again. Trying to somehow fit even more of himself inside you, bullying his way in, carving out a hole in your abdomen.
You anchor yourself to his chest, pushing as he pulls, the splashing of the now overflowing bath water surrounding you both being a companion to the collective shaky huffs and bitten curse.
Steve sighs, something so sweet, that gentle part of him you miss a little too much during this stage of the cycle. He flexes his arms then and pulls you in real close, chest to chest, your skin tacky against one another.
You place a kiss along the column of his throat, and you can taste the dirt and sweat and blood that’d been brought to the surface the night before. It’s dirty. It’s raw and a little bit feral, but you stick your tongue out anyways just to taste it because it’s part of him.
“Gonna cum inside you…” He bites out your name a little mean, and it’s almost a warning.
You feel your sleek inner walls contract around him at the thought and on instinct try to lift yourself away, but Steve has you in a stronghold.
“No.” He thrusts up again, water spilling onto the floor. “Let me, baby — ah — let me fill you up. I just need to smell your pretty, fertile cunt full of my seed. Lay still.”
Against your better judgment, you do as he says. You lay still against his chest, taking his thrusts, moaning his name into the atmosphere and riding out the ethereal swirl of stars and colors bursting in your vision as your eyes roll back in your head.
The rope in your abdomen is being pulled tighter and tighter with every stroke of his cock, with the slam of his throbbing head against your cervix. You can feel it threatening to snap.
And then it snaps.
Steve grabs your hips and pushes your core as far down as he can, stuffing his cock into your womb, releasing the first of many ropes of cum deep into your cervix.
He lets out a guttural moan that drowns out your shallow breaths, fingers digging into your flesh as his load overflows and spills out around his girth.
You float in that state of Nirvana for some time, longer than you can keep track of. By the time the fog clears from your head, the water is lukewarm and dirty.
Steve is stroking your pink skin with the tips of his fingers and you can feel his steady breaths blowing through your hair like a gentle spring breeze.
He kisses your temple every few seconds, aware that you sometimes need just as much care on these days as he does.
“It’s gonna stick.” He says.
He’s still inside of you, and you don’t have any plans of making him pull out.
“I know.”
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My game plan for the next two days is to finally update Faltering and then Into the Dark Fire so please stay tuned.
Another WIP I have is the Matt Murdock series and I decided to give you a sneak peak of the song that will be inspiring this week's update!
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Even when the night changes, it will never change me and you <3
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Never Before, Never Again
Astarion x Fem! Reader
Tags/ Warnings: 18+, Angst, Abuse, Death, Mentions of Blood, Smut
Summary: It’s been six month since settling down in Baldur’s Gate with Astarion. After killing Cazador, you notice his aggressive nature taking over. How long will it take for you to be truly done with his wrath.
Word Count: 2.6K
A/N: I want to start off by apologizing but I felt so inspired after the new romance scenes in Patch 6. I also want to say that I will be writing a good ole, fluff fic with Astarion just to make up for this.
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You paced down the corridor of the palace you now shared with Astarion. It had been 6 months since that fateful night. The killing of Cazador had been eventful so to say and shortly after you had accepted his invitation to be his. Forever.
It wasn't the same. You started noticing it little by little. His attitude towards you had become increasingly aggressive. Feral even.
You couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air whenever Astarion was around. His once charming demeanor had turned into something darker. As you walked through the palace corridors, you couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping up your spine.
Reaching the library, you decided to throw yourself into your research. You were a scholarly warlock, after all. And work you did. For hours you studied magic texts, and the histories behind them.
As you sat in the dimly lit library, Astarion entered the room with a predatory glint in his eyes. His movements were slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. When you turned, you tried to shake off the feeling of fear that gripped your chest as he approached you.
"Darling, is this where you've been all day?" His voice was low and dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine. "I've missed you and your delicious body."
The room turned cold as his words sank in. Something had changed in him, something dark and possessive.
You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure in the face of his unsettling presence. "I've been busy with my studies," you replied, keeping your tone neutral despite the growing sense of dread in your heart.
The dread whenever he was around had only appeared in the most recent weeks. You tried to focus on the book in front of you, but his proximity was suffocating.
Astarion's hand suddenly shot out and slammed the book shut, causing you to jump in your seat. His grip on the tome was tight, his knuckles turning white as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his cold breath on your skin.
"Studies can wait," he whispered, his voice sending a chill down your spine. "I have other ways for us to spend our time together."
You had to play along. It was the only way to appease him. The only way you could escape.
"How is that, my love?" You say as you rise from your seat, taking his outstretched hand gently.
In a swift motion he pulls you in close to his chest. As he held you tightly against him, his grip almost bruising, you couldn't help but feel a surge of fear mingled with a strange sense of thrill.
His lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispered, "I want to show you a new side of pleasure, my dear. A side that only I can unlock for you." His words were laced with seduction.
As he guided you out of the library and down the dimly lit corridors of the palace, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being led into the unknown.
You found yourself in a room you were very familiar with. The air was heavy with the scent of ancient magic, and as Astarion's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, you realized truly you were not in the presence of the man you one knew.
"Darling, did you bring me in here to ravish me?" You say as you begin to remove your silk dress.
Watching his eyes darken with hunger, his lips curled into a sinister smile. He circled around you like a predator assessing its prey, his fingertips trailing lightly along your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
He finally stops behind you and reaches around your neck to grip your jaw. His touch was both possessive and delicate, a stark contrast that sent a wave of conflicting emotions through you. As he tilted your head back to expose your vulnerable throat, you could feel the weight of his gaze burning into your skin.
Astarion's voice was a low murmur against your ear, promising whispered secrets and forbidden desires. "Oh, my sweet little morsel," he murmured, "I am going to make sure there is not a single place on your skinned that is untouched."
His mouth finds the pressure point in your neck and you moan as he gives it a gentle bite. You know he can feel you tremble beneath his hand. He trails his kisses lower until he is able to fully sink his teeth in.
You begin to gasp and writhe under his touch, the intensity of his grip and the sharp sting of his bite both arousing and terrifying. And then, as suddenly as it began, Astarion pulls away, leaving you breathless and exposed.
"Astarion!" You shout, hand covering the bite marks on your neck. "I told you to ask before doing that!"
"I do not need to ask permission! You are mine! I own you!" He grabs your arm pulling you towards him.
That did not stop the tears from beginning to drip down your cheeks. Everything he did not want to become, he was. After countless promises that he was the same rogue you had met that fateful day.
"Oh darling, do you see what you have made me do?" He whispers. "You know I don't like to shout at you."
Astarion's features softened as he saw the tears on my face, though his eyes remained distant and cold. He slowly released my arm and stepped back.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm the tremors in your body. "You need to control yourself, Astarion. You are beginning to change into someone I don't know."
"Of course I am changing. I am the most powerful being in this world." He walks over to the chair by his desk. "Are you doubting me now?"
Shaking your head, you couldn't help but to submit to the question. "No, no. Of course not, love."
He motions with his finger for you to come to him and you obey. When you approach him, he motions for you to kneel before him. Once again you obey his command.
"Here is what we are going to do, pet." He begins "You are going to be a good girl, and do as I say. Understand?"
You nod. "Yes I understand."
"Such a good girl, aren't you?"
He stands and steps forward grabbing hold of your chin and bringing you in for a searing kiss. Once he was satisfied, he pushes against your cheek causing you to fall back roughly. You try to catch your breath as you sit there, staring up at him.
"Get undressed, and sit on the bed for me, darling."
You stand and finally fully undress. You sit on the edge of the bed, feeling the silk sheets beneath you. You didn't know how to react at this point.
He stepped closer until he was looming over you, his shadow engulfing you in its darkness. Then, he reached down and began to trace the outline of your body with his fingers, starting at your neck and moving down to your chest.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands, his voice low and seductive.
You hesitate for a moment, but then you find yourself doing as he says, unable to resist his authority. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight before him, his gaze lingering on each part of your body that he intends to claim.
Finally, he leans down and kisses your inner thigh, his lips barely brushing against your skin. You tremble as he slowly makes his way up, his tongue tracing a path along the delicate flesh. Each touch of his lips and tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.
As his lips reach your most intimate place, you arch your back, your breath coming in short gasps. You feel him tease you, his tongue flicking against you, driving you mad with desire.
Astarion smiles, a wicked smile, as he notices the effect he's having on you. He pulls back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he begins to devour you. His tongue plunges inside you, sending waves of pleasure through you that threaten to consume you.
You can't help but cry out in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as his tongue moves inside you. You are completely at his mercy, your body arching and writhing as he takes you to heights you never thought possible. Finally, he pulls back, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He leans down and kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.
"Now," he says, his voice low and commanding, "It's time for you to learn what it means to truly be mine."
You nod, still reeling from the intensity of the experience. With one swift motion, he grabs your hips as he flips you over. You lay there a moment, listening to the ties of his pants coming undone.
He lifts you up and positions you at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide to reveal your vulnerability. His powerful hands grip your hips, and he begins to enter you slowly, his movements deliberate, almost intimate.
You gasp in pain, then pleasure, as the feeling of fullness envelops you, overwhelming your senses. He moves harder, faster, and you can't help but arch your back to meet his thrusts, moaning his name over and over.
He continues to dominate you, his voice a low rumble in your ear, promising you more pleasure than you ever thought possible. Your body responds, writhing beneath him, your hands clutching the sheets, your moans echoing through the dimly lit room.
"That's it, my love," he growls, his voice low and filled with lust. "Take it all."
His thrusts became more erratic, his breath ragged, and you felt his grip on your hips tighten. Astarion's eyes lock on yours, and you see the intensity of his desire reflected in them. With one final thrust, he groans your name, and you feel him spill inside you.
When you feel him slip out of you, you can't help but turn yourself around to face him. You were met with the unpleasant feeling of a sharp dagger being pressed against your chest.
"Astarion?"
"I know exactly what you are planning to do to me, Darling."
The dagger you had hidden in the pocket of your dress was the exact one that was being held against you.
"Please Astarion, it doesn't have to be like this!" You begin to cry. The man you once knew and loved had been left in that chamber.
"Oh, but it does have to be like this." He presses the dagger a little harder causing you to wince in pain. "You were the last person I expected to betray me."
"Betray you?" You choke out, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, Darling." Astarion's voice is cold and murderous, and you can see it in his eyes. "We both know that's a lie."
He steps closer, the dagger still pressed against your chest. You can feel the cold metal prick you, causing you to jolt in pain.
"Tell me," he demands, his voice barely above a whisper. "What did you plan to do to me?"
"You are becoming exactly like Cazador, Astar-"
"Don't ever mutter his name in here again!" His voice seized with venom. "I am more than he ever was! Smarter, Powerful."
His grip tightened around the dagger, its edge digging deeper into your flesh, drawing a thin line of blood. Your heart raced with fear, but you couldn't help but retort, "And yet, you still lack control."
As he raises the dagger back to plunge it into your chest, you quickly maneuver and shove him into the bed without second thought. The knife falls from his hand and slides onto the floor near your feet.
You take a moment to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. This situation has escalated far beyond what you had anticipated, and now you need to act quickly to save yourself.
Staring into Astarion's eyes, his murderous intent shining back at you. With a surge of adrenaline, you push yourself off the bed and lunge for the dagger on the floor. You manage to grab it just as he jumps to his feet, ready to pounce.
With the dagger in hand, you cautiously back away from him, trying to keep your distance. "Listen to me, Astarion," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the trembling in your body. "You have hurt me beyond words can explain! I have had enough!"
"I have given you everything you have ever wanted!"
"And yet you have taken everything I needed!"
Astarion's eyes narrowed at your words, and he took a step towards you, menace radiating from him. You raised the dagger in front of you, preparing to defend yourself if necessary.
"You betrayed me, Darling. You lied to me, and now you want to take my life?"
You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "I never wanted this! I just wanted.. I just wanted you to be the person you were before, but you've become someone else. Someone I don't recognize."
"I was always this person!" He shouts, you see his hands shaking with anger. "You could not change that even if you tried."
Astarion took a deep breath, his fists clenching and unclenching. You knew he was about to do something that would change the course of both of your lives.
"I'm tired of being your spawn, Astarion."
With that, Astarion lunged at you. The dagger that was held tightly in your hand was raised as you plunged it into his heart. His eyes widen in shock, his breath catching in his throat as the cold steel and wood pierce his chest.
Blood spills from his mouth before he speaks. "I thought you loved me."
"I did love you." You sob, "But I knew for a while that you truly didn't love me."
You watch as his body convulses for a moment before going limp. You step back, staring at the lifeless form before you. The room is silent, only the sound of your ragged breathing filling the space.
Taking a deep breath, the shock of the moment is still fresh in your mind. You never thought it would come to this.
You sink to your knees beside his body, the weight of what you've done heavy on your chest. The blood is still warm as you reach down to touch it, a single tear falling onto his skin.
"I'm so sorry, Astarion," you whisper. "But I had to do it. I had to save you from yourself."
Slowly, you rise to your feet, your legs shaking with the realization of what you've done. You take in the scene before you, the remnants of your love now tainted with blood and death.
Taking a deep breath, you wipe away the blood from your hands, leaving behind a red smudge on the wall. You grab armor from the wardrobe before finally leaving the palace. When you reached the door and opened it, the cool day air felt cool against your skin.
Looking back one final time, you realize just how trapped you had been. Now free, you felt the weight of sadness as you set out on your own once again. You would never let this happen again.
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And if I finished and posted my Ascended Astarion fic tonight? Then what?
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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”
My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding
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Lose Yourself 18+
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Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x f!Tav
Summary: During a feeding Astarion gets worked up and a bit too excited. He's embarrassed, but it turns out Tav finds it incredibly hot.
Warmings: Smut MDNI, Premature ejaculation, dry humping, fingering, PnV Sex, overstimulation, comfort sex, blood
Word Count: 2.2k
Astarion's grip tightens against your jaw, tilting your head slightly more to give him better access to your neck. The initial chill of his bite has settled to a delicious icy throb. A moan rips from your kiss-swollen lips, relishing the feeling of your blood flowing into his greedy mouth. You scratch your nails against Astarion’s scalp, combing through his tousled curls. A smile streches you lips when a shiver runs down his spine, and the hand grabbing your thigh tightens.
The majority of Astarion’s body weight is blanketing you. His hips slotted between your parted legs, mindlessly grinding against the inside of your thigh, too consumed by your blood to be fully in control. You rub his back, shoulders, neck, any skin you can get you wandering hands on and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. This has him purring into your neck and rutting faster against your body, chasing more pleasure.
This night, you had made sure to stock up on extra health potions and lesser restoration scrolls so Astarion could have his fill without worry of any repercussions on your health come morning.
And gods, you will be sure to make this a ritual from now on because seeing Astarion so lost in your body’s comfort, so relaxed and focused solely on his pleasure. It has your heart pounding and arousal pooling between your thighs.
Feeling the telltale signs that it’s time for Astarion to stop, you grab tightly at his shoulder giving him a little shake. “Star,” you slur.
Astarion sighs through his nose, taking one last sip before unlatching from your neck. He’s still lost in the haze of his feeding, eyes glossy and unfocused, trying desperately to meet your gaze. Tiny trickles of blood fall down his chin and onto your chest, where he messily laps the droplets with his tongue. Astarion’s hips are still pistoning against you, and little breathless gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. You swear you’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight. Then Astarion tenses, and with a choked sob of your name falls from his mouth, and he comes spilling onto your stomach.
The room stills.
Only the sounds of rapid breaths fill the room. Astarion’s eyes are wide open, and his mouth is agape, looking down at the mess on your stomach. You’re frozen, glued to the beads of sweat trailing down Astarion’s chest, moving down the planes of his stomach.
“Shit,” he backs away. An embarrassed flush–only evident due to the recent blood consumption– floods his face moving all the way to the points of his ears.
“Fuck,” you whimper needily, clenching against the rush of heat that simmers in your stomach.
Then Astarion lets you go, and you finally notice Astarion’s distress.
“I-that…shit,” Astarion stumbles over his words and hands you a cloth to clean yourself with. “I’m so–”
You pounce, and he catches you in his arms, looking startled. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence?” You growl, claiming his mouth in a chaste kiss, chasing the metallic taste off his lips. “That was so fucking hot.”
He clicks his tongue and lets go of you again. Backing away, Astarion starts picking up his scattered clothes. “Yes, I’m sure watching me cream myself like a boy being touched for the first time was just so attractive.” Astarion huffs and rolls his eyes. “Spare me,”
Feeling annoyed, you huff, knowing you need a different approach. Moving closer, you grab the clothes from Astarion’s hand, throw them to the side, and cup his jaw. You draw him into another kiss and trail a hand up the smooth skin of his chest, stopping to circle your thumb around his nipple. Astarion signs into your mouth and runs both his hands down your naked sides, pausing to squeeze your hips.
“My love, that was by far one of the most sexy things I’ve ever seen.” Voice low and seductive, your lips barely pulling away from him. “Seeing you lose control, drunk on my blood, on my body,”
Astarion shudders when you scratch your nails lightly down his chest before taking his hand in yours. Smiling wickedly, you peck his lips and pull away, ensuring he can see eyes.
“Hells, Star,” Pulling him, you guide his fingers to your dripping heat. “I’ve never been so turned on.”
This has the desired effect. Astarion’s nimble fingers instinctually begin exploring, and you bite back a moan. He pulls away quickly to examine his slick, covered digits. When Astarion meets your gaze, all embarrassment seems to vanish, and he’s pushing you back down onto the bed. He rests his forearms on either side of you, cradling your head. Astarion trails a thumb over the curve of your jaw. Your hands snake around his neck.
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to having Astarion look at you like he is now. Like you hung the moon and crafted each star so he would never be alone at night. It overwhelms you with such love that all you can do is pull him down and capture his lips. The kiss has no urgency, just two lovers enjoying the soft embrace. It holds the warmth of a crackling campfire, its embers building to something that leaves you needing more.
Astarion coaxes your mouth open, and when you grant him access, he leads your tongue in a practiced dance. Feeling the tease of his razor-sharp fang, you moan, cupping the back of his head. You match the growing pace, hooking one leg over Astarion's hip to pull him flush against your body.
A groan rumbles through Astarion’s chest, and he gives a playful bite to your bottom lip, earning a squeak you will deny if asked about later. One of his hands moves down to delicately play with your breast, kneading softly before pinching your nipple between his finger and thumb. You break the kiss with a breathless gasp, tugging at Astarion’s roots, forcing a ragged groan from the elf. Astarion wastes no time to pepper kisses down the column of your neck.
“I don’t think I tell you enough, just how beautiful you are, darling.” He mumbles against your collarbone before sucking a bit of skin into his mouth and playfully teasing it between his teeth.
You chuckle, swing your other leg, and link them behind his back. “You tell me at least once a day, handsome,”
“You’re such a sap.” You tease and roll your hips up against Astarion’s cock, already swelling once again.
“See, not nearly enough.” He pulls away from the freshly marked skin.
“You, my love, are so breathtaking, exquisite, beautiful,” Astarion emphasizes each adjective with wet, open-mouth kisses down to your chest before beginning to suck another mark just above your heart.
He grunts, grinding back against you. “Only for you, my love.”
Astarion’s hand moves between your bodies to your neglected pussy. His deft fingers enter you with a wet squelch, and you instinctively buck into his palm. A whimper leaves your lips, and you dig your nails into the skin of Astarion’s shoulder. He set a pace that is both agonizing and toe-curling perfect.
“See what you’ve reduced me to, darling,” Astarion whispers sinfully, voice low and filled with temptation, his thumb finds your clit. He applies light pressure rubbing tight circles.
You throw your head, arching your back, clamping your thighs tighter around his waist. “Fuck, Star.”
Astarion picks up his pace just a notch; his mouth finds your neck again. “It’s all your fault.” He says before biting your ear.
You cry out his name, fisting the bedsheet, feeling the familiar coil building. You are so lost in your pleasure you barely notice Astarion is now rubbing his cock with his spare hand looking down at you with lidded eyes.
“M close Star.” You cry, bucking your hips against his palm. “Fuck.. don’t stop.”
“I am now merely a sappy, love-sick fool who just can’t control myself when it comes to you.”
Astarion is now pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet cunt in a way that has your orgasm building quickly.
“That’s it, darling,” He groans, kissing you softly. “Let go for me,”
Electricity pulses through you, seizing every muscle, every nerve, and every cell of your body with blinding pleasure. You’re moaning and babbling nonsense and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Astarion continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm. Finally, when the heat simmers down, he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you whining from the loss.
Astarion is quick to put your whines at ease. “Will you give me one more, my love, please?” Astarion practically begs, kissing you with the desperation of a starving man.
The tip of his swollen cock slides through your folds and teases your sensitive entrance. You barely have time to choke out a yes, please, before Astarion is plunging into you with a grunt. Instinctually, you clench around his length, loving the feel of the fullness Astarion always gives you.
“Shit..so tight,” Astarion groans and begins to thrust frantically into your heat. “Always so perfect.”
“Astarion.”
All decency, coordination, and softness was tossed away. Both of you were too sensitive, too desperate for the other, to care for anything but mindless pleasure. It was messy, feral, and perfect. Astarion devoured your mouth, groaning against your tongue. His hands couldn’t seem to stay in one place, constantly caressing, grabbing, and massaging any part of you he could hold.
You spread your legs wide and angled your hips, bucking against each one of Astarion’s deep thrusts. One of your hands cups Astarion’s jaw, keeping him close, and the nails of your other rake down his back, causing a violent shiver to run through Astarion’s body.
“M-more..ugh, please.” You gasp out between Astarion’s feverish kisses.
He nods in return and grunts into your open mouth. “Shit..ugh,”
With a strength you hope never to get used to, Astarion effortlessly switches your positions. Your hands are on his chest, knees framing his slim waist. He’s on his back, smirking smugly up at you. You giggle dumbly, feeling dizzy from the sudden movement. That giggle turns into a wanton moan as Astarion thrusts up into you, hitting a deeper spot inside of you.
“Yes... Star.” Using the hold he has on your hips, he moves your body to pick up the brutal pace from before. “Gods,”
You bounce on your knees in time with his thrusts, and the room is filled with the slick sound of skin slapping against skin and collective cries of ecstasy. The pleasure is almost too much, and you feel the pressure bubbling again. You try to say as much, but a wave of pleasure has you gasping mindlessly, head lolling to the side.
Astarion wants to feel you come undone around him. Lose yourself so he can lose himself with you. So you oblige his request and snake a hand between your legs just above where Astarion is fucking you and begin to rub your clit in time with his quick thrusts.
“Love, fuck..ngh,” he chokes on a moan. His thrusts are faltering and getting sloppier.
“T-touch yourself for me... I’m close.” He trails off grunting, but you don’t need words to know what he wants.
It’s all too much, the angle of Astarion’s hips hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over, the delicious grip of his hand on your body, the tenderness of your clit as you add more pressure. You’re so close and trying hard to keep looking at Astarion’s beautiful flushed face and wanting him to be your last image before you fall into black-out bliss. But it’s getting harder to keep your eyes focused. Your numb legs buckle, and you stumble forward; your orgasm is almost painful. It tears through your body, ripping pleasure from your trembling muscles and fried nerves. You bite into the flesh of Astarion’s pectoral to stifle your sobs of ecstasy.
“Fuck, darling, good girl.” Astarion praises, grinding your hips against his. “Shit... I’ve got you.” And with a few shallow, pitiful rolls of his body, Astarion is cumming with a deep guttural groan filling you with ropes of his warm come.
He drops boneless, and you pant against his chest, heart still pounding against your ribs. You both are like jelly melting into a puddle on the bedsheets. You feel the drag of Astarion’s fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. Humming softly, you pepper kisses over his still heart.
“Shouldn’t be embarrassed ’round me,” you mumble, yawning against his skin, too tired to raise your head. The feeling of Astarion’s fingers felt like a sleep spell. “I love you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”
Astarion stiffens under you, hand stilling against your back, clearly taken back. It takes him a bit to respond, but you don’t rush him. Just continue to kiss his chest and melt further at the feeling of his hands on your skin. Content just being here with Astarion.
He clears his throat before saying thickly, “And I love you, darling.” Astarion moves slightly and pulls out of your tender cunt. In doing so, a gush of your combined juices spills down your thighs.
“Gross, now I feel sticky.” You puff, grimacing at the feeling.
“How about I draw us a bath?” You nod silently and he sits you both up. However you refuse to get off his lap, clinging to him like a sloth to a tree.
“Carry me?”
He kisses the crown of your head. “Always.” Astarion scoops you up and carries you along to the bath.
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I’m screaming and kicking my feet, I cannot wait for the next part
daddy's little sweetheart
joel miller x fem reader
word count: 6.8k
summary: You're spending valentines day with your new secret lover and its the first time you both are spending time together after this forbidden relationship started.
cw: 23 year age gap (23 and 45), ex-boyfriends dad trope, daddy kink, breeding kink, male dom, female sub/brat, ice play, orgasm edging, teasing, spanking, overstimulation, brief cock warming, spitting in mouth, hair pulling, brief use of sex toy
comment: This is an AU where the apocalypse never happened (obviously). I got the ex-boyfriend's dad trope from this book called Praise by Sara Cate. If you are into that, I definitely recommend reading.
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I decided last minute to write a Valentine's fic so you'll have to enjoy this the day after Valentine's Day.
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plot set-up: You met Joel, a year ago when you went home with your boyfriend for the holidays. You didn't expect to feel a connection with your boyfriend's father, and you thought it was just a little school girl crush and all in your head, until you received the first letter from him. A couple months after you break up, his single father claims to have sent you a letter because he didn't want to ask his son for your number, but he wanted to check on you because he was worried he might have done something to hurt you to cause the breakup and he thought you were good for his son , but the letters kept going back and forth and started turning into something more. It quickly turned into more than just innocent concern revealing the chemistry you two have. It's been a few months since this all started and now it's Valentine's day and he's flying out to see you. It's going to be the first time you see each other in person again after starting this forbidden relationship.
It's Valentine's day and I'm on my way to the airport to pick up Joel. This will be the first time seeing him in person as my boyfriend and not as my boyfriend's father. I have been having the worst anxiety this morning where my heart feels like it may come out of my ass. On the plus side, I shaved literally everything so now I look like Rufus from Kim Possible instead of Chewbacca, besides the little triangle of hair I left that I think he will love. I'm not even sure why I'm so nervous to see him when we have sent letters, texted, and spoke on the phone practically everyday these last few months. In the 3rd letter he sent me, he asked me for my number and then the letters stopped for a while until we started to feel this undeniable connection. We both started feeling it at around the same time but I didn't know until he started sending love letters to me proclaiming his love. Although we text and talk on the phone or FaceTime everyday, we still wrote love letters to each other and I kept every single one of them in a box in my closet. No one knows about this relationship and it's not because I'm ashamed of being with him, it's more so the drama of what we are brings. He's my ex-boyfriend's dad and us being open about our relationship would be too much drama to put on this new thing that we have.
Joel is going to be staying with me at my studio apartment. He kept insisting on getting a hotel further away from campus because he was worried Jesse, His son/my ex, may spot us. I was more comfortable staying at my place because something about staying at a hotel just made me feel worse somehow, like we were trying too hard to hide. Also, Joel doesn't know this but I like the thrill in there being a possibility of getting caught, it turns me on. During the week I did some grocery shopping to get some things I can cook for us, I got some wine for me and beer for him. I also went to the mall and bought a valentine themed lingerie set that I plan on using tonight. My apartment is all clean and organized, I just hope none of my friends try to come over unannounced this weekend because I am really anticipating this time alone with him with how high the sexual tension between us. We have gone a while masturbating on FaceTime and I send him a nude or two randomly, but we are just ready for this weekend and Valentine's day is the perfect setting.
As I pull up into the parking garage at the airport, I grab the small poster board and the markers from the passenger seat beside me. The other day I made a joke to Joel that I was going to wait for him at the passenger pickup area with a sign saying "Welcome Home Dad ''. He laughed but then told me not to do that because it would look so wrong for someone to read that sign then see this older man kiss this young woman in the middle of the airport. When I told him this morning that I was going to do the sign, he told me if I did he was going to punish me. I don't know if that was meant to scare me, but it didn't work. So here I am, writing the sign in the car before getting out.
I wait in my car for a while as I watch his flight on the website and once I see he’s landed, I take a deep shaky breath as I nod to myself before getting out of the car. Once I get to the pickup area inside the airport where people are waiting for their loved ones, I grin as I hold up the sign. Some people that walk by smile at my sign probably thinking I’m someone’s daughter who can’t wait for their father to get back from wherever he was. I started getting fidgety looking at the time wondering what’s taking so long until I see the familiar handsome face across the airport. I spot him before he spots me, but once he picks his head up from his phone and sees me, we lock eyes. My heart feels like it drops and my feet are moving before my brain can even process and I’m running to him. Once I get closer he drops his duffle bag to the ground and opens his arms. I jump into his embrace wrapping my arms around his neck and close my eyes as we hug each other tightly. When he places me back down on my feet, he cups my face and it finally happens, he leans in and pressed his lips to mine. Finally being able to kiss him feels like a breath of fresh air, like I haven’t truly been breathing this whole time until now, being with him, in his strong embrace, with his lips against mine. When we stop kissing, he hugs me again and my eyes trail around as I see people giving us weird looks until I remember the sign. I guess he notices too because he places a hand at the nape of my neck, gripping at it in a possessive way, as he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Didn’t I tell you not to write that sign?”. Goosebumps travel along my skin as I bite my lip and whisper back, “I thought it was funny”. In one swift move, he picks up his duffle bag from the ground with one hand, while gripping one of my arms with the other, then hauling me across the airport. Excitement fills me as I realize he’s walking us toward the family restroom. He opens the bathroom door making me walk in first, and once both inside, he shuts and locks the door.
I stand there quietly with the sign behind my back as I bite my lip and watch him turn around to face me. In a blink of an eye he’s in front of me and turning me around, pushing me up against the bathroom door, causing me to gasp and drop the sign. He trails the back of his hand along the side of my cheek and around toward my chest, then places a hand around my throat and pushes my head back against the door startling me. I look into his eyes as he says, “What did I say would happen if you wrote that on the sign?”. I gulp down the lump in my throat as he keeps his eyes locked on mine and reply, “You said you were going to punish me”. He nods as he leans in, “You do remember, so that means you did this on purpose. So you want to be punished?” . I stay quiet because I know if I say yes, he’s going to deny me that pleasure. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I asked you a question sweetheart”. He presses his lips to my neck placing small kisses there and trails to my chest causing a soft moan to escape my lips. I eventually nod admitting to doing the sign on purpose. He nudges one of his legs in between my legs and I feel his knee against my aching clit and now I’m painfully aware of the wetness in my pants. I can’t help but move my hips to put pressure on my clit. He lets out a moan to tease me as he kisses near my ear and says, “Use your words”. I bite my lip hard as I breathe out a shaky breath and say, “Yes, I want to be punished daddy. I did it on purpose.” With that, he pulls away from me and grabs his duffle bag. He moves me away from the door unlocking it and as he opens the door, he looks back at me with a smirk on his face. I'm standing there with my heart racing and frozen in my spot as I glare at him. Him teasing me was my punishment and I’m going to be such a brat about it later till he gives me what I want. He motions his head for me to walk out the bathroom and I do as he follows me out and we go to my car in the parking garage.
When we get back to my place, I show him where he can put his bag and show him my closet where I made space for him to put his clothes for the next couple days away if he wanted. I can’t help but watch him as he walks around my apartment observing everything and when he’s looking at the picture of me and my friends on my tv mantle, I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso as I rest my head against his back. He holds onto my arms and rubs them with his thumbs. I close my eyes as we stand like that for a moment and I let his smell invade me. I want to stay in this moment with him forever. I finally talk as I keep my eyes closed and my head resting there, “I have to step out and grab some ice for the ice bucket and some personal items if you want to freshen up and get comfortable? When I get back I’ll make us some dinner”. He removes my arms from his torso so he can turn around. He looks down at me as he cups my cheeks looking in my eyes and nods, “I’m going to have a show while you’re gone and settle my things in the spots you made for me”. I smile up at him with a nod. He leans down kissing my lips gently and when we pull away, he rubs my cheeks with his thumbs then lets me go. I pick up my bag and my car keys and look back at him giving him a wink before I head out.
At the store I grabbed a couple things I didn’t think about getting until we were in the car driving from the airport. Condoms, lube, plan b, and for fun I decided to buy this remote control vibrator that suctions onto the clit, and of course the ice. On the drive back home I’m a bundle of nerves gripping the steering wheel. My plan is to go home and shower, slip into the lingerie and cook like that for him. I have never been so nervous about sex before, but I’ve never had sex with a man old enough to be my father, so I have this worry in me that I’m not as experienced as he is. At the same time, I take pleasure in the idea of him teaching me.
When I get back to my apartment, he’s still in the shower. I take the time to put the stuff that I bought in the nightstand beside my bed and I fill the ice bucket and put the wine bottle and a couple beers inside of it before putting the rest of the ice bag in the freezer. I set out everything I need for dinner when I hear the shower turn off. He opens the shower door and I didn’t expect to see him standing there in the doorway naked. My eyes take over his body and down to what’s hanging between his legs as I bite my lip hard and look back up at him quickly “You didn’t leave me a towel” he says as he smirks at me. I clear my throat and I feel like my body is on fire “o-oh yeah” I stutter as I walk to a small closet near the bathroom and pull a towel out handing it to him. He takes it from my hands making sure to hold my eye contact as he thanks me. I nod and look around “I uh I’m going to shower real quick before I start dinner” keeping the intention of wearing the lingerie while cooking in mind. He watches me as I grab a towel for myself and thankfully I already have the lingerie in a drawer in my bathroom so he doesn’t see the surprise. I leave him standing there in my studio apartment as I close myself in the bathroom and let the panic sink in again.
I turn on the water and put the water on cold feeling like I definitely need a cold shower. I step in and wash myself and once I’m done with my shower, I slip into the valentines lingeries it’s a light pink set with a lace thong and a lace corset top that has red hearts where my nipples hide behind, I pull my hair down from my bun and let it drape over my shoulders. I slip on a pair of red heels and I lean forward into the mirror as I place light makeup on and put on red lipstick. I look at myself in the mirror as I take in a few deep breaths and say to myself, “I know he wants me and there’s no need for me to be nervous”. I give myself a nod as I open the bathroom door.
I freeze at the door thinking I’m surprising him but he’s the one who surprised me. There are rose petals on the ground around my little studio apartment and on my bed. He turned some of my ambient lighting off and has some candles lit and on top of my bed there is a box, a letter, and a bouquet of tulips along with a Polaroid camera. When my eyes find him, he’s wearing a nice suit, which is definitely outside of his comfort zone, but fuck he looks delicious. His eyes rake over my body as his lips part and he walks to me. He takes my hand and looks my body over again then looks in my eyes “You look like a goddess” he says in an awe tone. My cheeks burn red “You look so handsome, but I need to ask how you did all of this so fast?”. He chuckled “Remember I sent a box here that I asked you not to open? Most of this stuff was in there then while you were gone at the store I got the flowers delivered”. Your mouth goes from smiling to frowning and he frowns with you, “What’s wrong? Is this too much?”. I shake my head as I sigh, “No it’s all so perfect, I just wish I would have gotten you something”. He pulls me against his chest wrapping an arm around me and the other hand rests on the side of my face as he says, “you did”.
After he pulls away from kissing me again, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the bed gently, “I have a gift for you”. I smile as I sit on the edge of my bed as he picks up the box and hands it to me. I look up at him as I take the box and then I look down at it and open it. It’s a beautiful gold necklace with a heart pendant on it. I gasp gently as I take it out of the box and hold it up, “This is beautiful Joel, thank you”. I hand it to him as I stand up and face my back to him and he wraps the necklace around my neck and clasps it. He takes that chance to kiss the nape of my neck and my shoulder gently as he trails both his hands down the sides of my body. I shiver as I close my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder, “Is the camera for me too?” I ask. He nods, “It’s for both of us. So we can have some pictures just for our eyes once I go back home. Which reminds me I want to take a picture of you on the bed with the flowers before I take this off of you”, he pulls at the corset a bit from behind and I gasp, “Hands off this is not coming off till after I’m done cooking dinner for us mister”. He lets out a groan kissing my shoulder one last time before reaching for the camera on the bed. I sit down in the middle of the bed and grab the bouquet of flowers holding them in one arm and with the other arm I place a delicate hand next to my new necklace as I toss my head back a bit and pose for him. He lets out a soft moan watching me as he snaps a picture then sets the camera on the night stand along with the developing picture before he climbs over me on the bed moving the flowers out of my arms. I squeal a bit and look up at him as I spread my legs to let his hips rest between them and my hands rest on the sides of his torso as I look up at him and he says, “You are so fucking gorgeous darling”. I can feel his hard cock through the fabric of his slacks and I let out a moan. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his hair, “You are making it so hard to focus, I want to cook for you before all this”. He smiles as his thumb traces my lips “You are so adorable baby girl, Your little itinerary for our valentines night”. I blush as I slowly move my hips against his hips earning me a moan from deep within his throat as he looks at me with lustful eyes. I feel myself grow wet beneath the thin fabric of my lace thong and I can't help but continue to rock my hips against his. Suddenly, he's grinding his hard cock against my wet core and I'm a mess of moans as he dry humps me into the bed. I want him so damn bad. He must still be punishing me for my stunt at the airport because when i feel like i could cum already, he gets off of the bed and holds out his hand. I sit up on my elbows quickly with my cheeks red as I glare up at him. He grins down at me, “Didnt you want to follow your little itinerary and cook first?”. He knows what he's doing and it's tortuous. I ignore his hand as I get myself out of the bed and make my way to the kitchen.
Once I get into the kitchen, I put on some music and serve myself a glass of wine as I get started on preparing our dinner. I feel him standing in the entryway of the kitchen watching me, but after teasing me TWICE, I don't give him the satisfaction of looking at him or paying him any mind. Im starting to get irritable from how bad i just want him to fuck me already, but im trying to stand my ground now because i feel like if i break quickly, im going to give him what he wants, but what i want is to be the biggest brat for him. I'm making us some lasagna and I feel him watching every movement even as I bring my wine glass to my lips and he says, “Are you going to offer me a beer baby?”. The question wants to make me get on my knees and crawl to him with a beer bottle balanced on my back for him, but i straighten my spine and stand my ground as i glance over my shoulder as the ice bucket on the counter and say, “The beers are right there, you can grab one yourself”.
He tilts his head and smirks as he slowly walks into the kitchen and i tense as i hear him grab a beer behind me and then he turns to face my back and he presses the cold bottle to the nape of my neck causing me to shutter and gasp, and before i can even turn to look at him, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back as he presses his lips to my ear, “Oh you are being such a bad girl and i know you're doing it on purpose princess”. Then I feel something cold on my chest causing me to flinch and part my lips. He's trailing a piece of ice down my body from my chest, to my neck, down my arm and across the part of my stomach that's showing just below the corset. I hold my breath as his hand lips inside of my lace panties and the ice gets pressed against my clit making me grip his wrist tight and I bite my lip hard holding back my moan. He dips his hand lower and I see stars when I feel him push the small remainder of the ice cube inside my pussy causing my knees to go weak and I gasp out with wide eyes. His cold fingers stay at the entrance of my cunt making sure the ice stays inside of me while I push my clit up against the palm of his hand. My brat attitude finally breaks and i say breathlessly, “I need you so bad daddy please just fuck me please” i say in a pleading tone. He slips two fingers inside of my core as I moan out and grip his wrist tighter and my other hand reaches back and grips his hair and he whispers in my ear, “All you had to do was ask me like a good girl and you shall receive”.
I rest my whole body weight against him as he slips two fingers in and out of me. I'm gasping and moaning and I feel myself starting to squirm because I need more, I need him. To edge him on, I tilt my hips back pressing my ass against his already hard cock that is still in his slacks. I take his hands out of my panties, turn to face him while he looks at me confused. He probably thinks I'm going to tease him now too, but instead I lower to my knees in front of him as I keep eye contact with him while I undo his slacks. I feel like the roles are switching for a moment as he looks at me with pleading eyes. I pull his cock out his pants and bite my lip hard at the sight of it in person letting a soft noise slip my lips. He lets out a groan as I start stroking his cock, “You’re so big”, I mumble up at him. He grins as he replies, “You're going to look so fucking stunning with my cock in that pretty mouth of your princess”. I feel my pussy clench around nothing at his words. I bite my lip hard as I watch the bead of precum leak from his tip. I lean forward and run my tongue along the slit of the tip of his cock licking it up as I look up at him and I see something feral in the way that he looks at me like he wants to completely devour me, and I hope he does. I finally take him past my lips slowly swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and then I slowly take him into my mouth with my tongue trailing along the underside of his shaft. He let out a sharp breath as he stares down at me and moans out “oh fuck baby”. My stomach clenches listening to his pleasure. I start off slow at first as I stroke his cock with one hand and suck down the head of his cock moaning on him. He gathers my hair into his fist holding it back into a ponytail in his hand as he starts to move his hips.
He pushes his cock deeper into my mouth and I let go of his shaft and place both my hands on his thighs. “Im going to fuck your mouth and i want you to tap my thighs with your hands if you need me to stop. Understand darling?”. I nod looking up at him. He pulls his dick out of my mouth as he adjusts his stance, widening his hips a bit more, spreading his legs. He's gripping my head with both his hands, leans forward and spits into my mouth before he slips his cock back in and he starts to thrust into my mouth slowly, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He's easy on me at first and pulls back to let me take a deep breath before he starts his assault on my throat. He thrusts his hips faster completely fucking my throat as tears start to stream down my face. He tosses his head back with a loud moan, but always ends up looking down at me needing to look into my eyes. He then holds my head in place, he pushes himself deep till my nose touches his abdomen, “You're taking me so well. Fuck!” he exclaims and I swallow down as much of him as I can, until I feel like I can't breathe. I hold out for a few more seconds because I feel his cock twitch and he suddenly paints the inside of my throat with his cum. From the lack of air and his cum spurting down, I start to choke a bit and rapidly slap my hands against his thighs. And he promised, he quickly pulls out and wraps me up into his arms. I swallow down his cum and take a deep breath that burns my lungs. I lay my head on his shoulder as I close my eyes and catch my breath. He holds me to his chest rubbing the back of my head as he whispers, “You did such a good job princess. You deserve to be rewarded for that”.
He makes sure the oven is off for me before taking me to my bed. I take the flowers and gift box off of it as I get comfortable. I prop myself up on my elbows watching him undress himself. He makes eye contact with me and says, “Come here to the edge of the bed”. I do as I'm told as I crawl to the edge of the bed and I sit back on my heels and I place my hands into my lap. He moves to stand in front of me and moves my hair back behind my shoulders. With his tie, he wraps it around my head, masking my eyes and tying it in the back. My heart starts racing with excitement, but I'm also sad because I want to see him. He pushes my shoulder back lightly and I take the signal to lay back on the bed. I feel his hand tracing all over my body like he’s exploring every inch of me with his fingers. Then he curls his fingers around the band of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. I instinctively push my knees together as I feel the cool air hit my bare core. I hear the sounds of fabric, which I assume is him taking the rest of his clothes off. I feel his presents in front of me again as he pushes my legs apart, “Don't try to get shy now, i've seen it all on facetime and the pictures you like to send me while im at work, you filthy girl”. He says that last part with an edge in his voice. His fingers trace my inner thighs to my core and he runs to fingers along the triangle of hair I left as he lets out a hum of approval, “I like it” He says gently. I bite my lip and nod with a smile on my face, “I knew you would”. He opens up my night stand and I freeze because I know what I put in there when I came back from the store earlier. I hear him opening something up and then I hear the sink in my bathroom. I lie there blindfolded and waiting for him to get back. When he comes back he rubs my legs with his hands, “So I saw that you bought a little toy?”. I blush and nod, then I feel him run something silicone like against my leg as it vibrates. I gasp and flinch, “You want my cock inside of you and a toy sucking on your clit hm? You're such a greedy girl aren't you?”. I nod eagerly and I feel the vibration leave my skin, “What did I tell you about using your words princess?”. I whine out, “Yes, yes please Joel, I want you to fuck me hard while the toy sucks on my clit please. I need it so bad”. He hums in satisfaction as he places the toy against my clit and turns on the suction/pulsing setting with the remote as I gasp out arching my back, “You're so cute when you beg baby. Such a good girl”.
He starts rubbing his cock up and down the folds of my wet pussy as I squirm eagerly. Between the toy on my clit and him teasing my entrance with his head, I feel like I'm already being sent over the edge so soon. He turns off the pulsing with the remote and I whine at the loss of the sensation. He keeps dragging his ready cock up and down my wetness as he says, “Tell me baby, I think you deserve a reward, Do you want me to use a condom?”. I think about it for a moment remembering the Plan B in my drawer as well as the fact that I'm on birth control. I hope with all the powers in the universe that those two pills will keep a baby out of me, because I need to feel this older man cum deep inside of me so bad. I fidget in the bed growing impatient, “No condom, please” I say in a pleading tone knowing that will drive him crazy. He leans over me and takes the blindfold off, “I want you to watch as I finally bury myself deep inside of your pretty little cunt and mark you as mine”. He pulls my legs so my ass is on the edge of the bed and I point to my night stand, “There's lube in there”. He laughs. “Oh darling, that's so cute. You’re so fucking wet, the lube is not needed. I promise”. I blush as I sit up on my elbows. He's spreading my legs and positioning himself to stand between my legs. He rubs his cock through my folds again making himself slick with my juices before he pushes his tip into my entrance. I gasp, closing my eyes and tossing my head back until he slap a hand on my clit making me squeal, “Eyes on me or you wont get to cum tonight. Understand?”, I whine and nod as I look up at him while biting my lip, “Mhm, i'm sorry daddy”. I can see the goosebumps fill his skin as he pushes his tip back into me and I keep my eyes on his cock as he slowly pushes in. Im gripping the bed sheets in my fists as my jaw drops. His massive cock is seated fully inside of me and I can't help but clench my walls around him, causing him to moan out and curse. “You’re so fucking tight. You kept this pussy nice and tight just for me right?”. I feel like i can barely think with him so deep inside of me but i nod, “Oh god please fuck me please”.
He leans forward placing a sensual kiss on my lips before pushing me back against the bed and he starts pounding into me hard. He isn't going fast yet but the aggression of his hips causes me to scream his name out. I know he’s really rough and fast in bed, but he's warming me up and stretching me enough first. As I suspected, he pulls out of me, “On your hands and knees now”. I do as I'm told and he quickly thrusts back into me. When I let my head drop down, he leans forward and grips my hair picking my head up. He keeps one foot on the ground while the other foot is on top of the bed next to one of my knees. One hand grips my hair as the other grips my hip, and he starts pounding into me hard. I can't help how loud I'm moaning and yelling as he says, “Just like that baby”. Over his relentless thrusting, I hear him moan out praises to me. “You're doing such a good job”. “Youre taking my cock so well princess”. “I'm going to cum so deep inside you and make you mine”. His thrusts and thrusts and his words are quickly sending me overboard as my orgasm slams into me. I gasp out for air after moaning loudly and gripping the sheets hard pulling at it. Even though my climax came and went, he continued his hard thrusts and I yell out his name. “One more baby I know you have one more for me”. A hand comes down as he slaps my ass hard making me yelp and I feel my stomach grow into knots again. I didn't think I could climax so fast again, but I feel it building up.
He pulls out of me and turns me over onto my back letting me get comfortable as he climbs over me and pushes back into me. I drop my head back against the pillow and his thrusts are deep and passionate as the angle he's moving his hips causes him to hit my G-spot with each thrust. I'm squirming again as he starts kissing me. We're making out roughly as I whine and moan on his lips and pull at his hair. My walls are clenching around his cock again and he mumbles, “Go ahead baby finish for me, i'm going to cum too”. I nod as I'm kissing him roughly and eagerly while his thrusts are hard slamming against my G-spot driving me up the bed toward the headboard. I part my lips and scream out his name as I unfold. As I'm coming down from my orgasm, I feel his warm cum fill me up and his hips come to a stop as he moans on my lips. He stays buried deep inside of me as we make out, both of us not wanting to leave this moment yet. After a few more minutes, we both decide we need to breathe. He kisses my forehead as he pulls out of me and I'm already missing him making me feel so full. He lays down against the pillow and I instantly curl up to his chest. Were both breathing heavily, hearts racing and both sweaty and smelling of sex.
Once we catch our breath, he looks down at me and says, “Ready to go take a shower? I think you deserve to be cared for after all of that”. I chuckle and nod sleepily, “Yes please”. He gets out of the bed and scoops me into his arms, taking me into my bathroom. When he places me down, I sit on the toilet while he gets the shower turned on. He leaves the bathroom for a moment then comes back in with a glass of water and the Plan B pill. I let out a laugh as I take them both from his hand and swallow the pill down. I place the cup on the counter and smile. “It was probably a good idea to take that now so i don't forget”. He laughs agreeing with me, then takes my hands pulling me off the toilet and leads me into the shower with him. He lets me stand under the warm water first and I drop my head down letting the water run from my head to my toes. He grabs my loofah and body wash and starts bathing me. I close my eyes as I turn around and lean back against his chest, relaxing against his touch letting him take care of me. I can feel him growing hard behind me and I decide to reach behind, moving his cock and then I reach between my legs and slip him inside of me, both of us moaning out. We don't do anything, we just both stand there with him buried deep inside of me as he runs the loofah along my body.
We stay like that for a while until we both jump at the sound of banging on the front door. He pulls out of me and I open the shower curtain to step out until he grabs my arm, “Let me get it, whoever is there is banging on the door hard, it could be a stranger”. I shake my head, “It's better that I get it just in case it's one of my friends, i don't want to risk anyone seeing you here with me”. He lets go of my arm and as much as that statement hurts the both of us like a dagger, it's true. His son and I have mutual friends and they know what his dad looks like. We really can't afford to risk that right now. I wrap a robe around myself and tie it closed tight before closing the shower curtain before walking out through the living room to the front door. When I look through the peephole, I gasp. It's Jesse Miller. He's banging on my door at 2 in the morning, clearly shit faced drunk while I have his father in my shower naked waiting for me.
I open the door and say, “Jesse are you fucking crazy? It's 2 in the morning, what are you doing here?”. I make sure I say his name loud enough for Joel to hear from the bathroom so he can make sure to stay quiet in there. Jesse’ eyes are red like hes been crying and he starts talking with slurred speech, “Fuck ive missed you so much i cant stay away from you”. I feel like someone squeezed my throat with their fists instantly feeling lightheaded and nauseous. “Jesse, you don't know what you're saying. You need to go back to campus and go to your dorm. I can order you an uber”. When I turn around to grab my phone from the entryway table next to the front door, I hear Jesse gag and say “I'm going to throw up”, as he pushes his way into my apartment. My heart feels like it's about to come out of my ass as I stand frozen in place. He runs into my bathroom and I can't move no matter how bad I should right now to make sure he doesn't catch his naked father in my shower. I'm stuck and my vision is going black at the edges as I hear him vomiting in the toilet. Then, there's a sound of something falling on the ground in the tub and suddenly I can't breathe again. I look into the bathroom from where I'm standing and see Jesse on the ground in front of the toilet with his head facing up toward the shower curtain as he says, “Do you have someone here with you?”.
To be continued…
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Moonlight Lovers
Gale Dekarios x Fem! Reader
Tags: 18+, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Bliss
Summary: You and Gale spend a lust filled evening together. One of the many shortly after returning to Waterdeep and getting married.
Word Count: 1.9K
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"The moon is a beautiful sight tonight, isn't it."
You jump as the husky voice appears to suddenly, but you turn around knowing that it's your husband. Gale leans in the doorway of the balcony as you stand at the rail looking up at the stars. You smile as you watch him walk to you, placing a kiss at the temple of your head.
As the cool breeze ruffled your hair, you closed your eyes and leaned into Gale's touch. His presence was a comforting anchor amidst the vastness of the night sky. Together, you both gazed at the luminous moon, its ethereal glow casting a soft radiance over the world below.
It seemed as if time stood still in that moment. The worries and troubles that had plagued you throughout the day melted away. You often sought solace in the late hours of the night, finding solace in the gentle dance between darkness and light.
Lost in your own thoughts, you whispered, "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to touch the moon."
Gale chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Oh darling, if only we could reach out and grasp it. But sometimes, it's the beauty of things just beyond our reach that enthralls us the most."
You turned to look at Gale, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of longing and wonder. There was a distant look in his gaze, as if he were envisioning making it a reality. It was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him - his ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Lost in the allure of the night, you both continued to stand there. One of his hands holding your waist, as the other grips the rail. The world around you fell away as you found yourselves drifting into a shared reverie.
Suddenly a shooting star streaked across the sky, drawing a gasp of wonder from you. It was as if the universe was responding to your unspoken desires, affirming that there was indeed still magic left in this world.
"You've bewitched me, truly, you are even more stunning than the moon." Gale whispered, his voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of the wind. "I would give anything to make your dreams come true."
You turned to face him, your heart swelling with love for this man who cherished every ounce of your being. "And I, you," you replied, a tender smile gracing your lips.
He leans in and nuzzles your jawline with his nose. Peppering your skin with light kisses. As Goosebumps prickle your skin, you feel an electric current surge through your veins.
In that moment, you both knew that the moon was not the only thing that held irresistible allure in the night sky. The depth of your love for each other seemed to transcend the earthly realm, reaching heights that only the stars could fathom.
Gale's lips find yours, and the world around you dissolves into a sea of passion and desire. In each kiss, there is an unspoken promise of forever, a pledge to explore the wonders of life together.
"Do you ever regret what we have done?" You ask, the question comes suddenly and without warning. This causes him to stop his shower of his kisses.
Gale pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. His hand gently brushes against your cheek as he speaks, his voice filled with sincerity.
"Regret? Never," he murmurs, his gaze unwavering. "Every step we've taken, every choice we've made, has led us to this moment. And in this moment, I am the happiest man alive."
"I don't regret it either," you reply softly, your fingers intertwining with Gale's. "All those risks we took, all those obstacles we overcame, they were worth it to be here—to be with you."
His face softens, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of gratitude. "To be with you," he echoes, his voice filled with an overwhelming tenderness. "There is nothing in this world I would trade for the love we share."
You're quick to turn and jump in his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you against the railing. Kissing him with full passion, you let your love and desire consume you both.
"You really are going to be the death of me, aren't you?"
"I might be but I think you've got me in a bind here, Mr. Dekarios."
"How so?"
Biting at his lower lip, and pulling ever so lightly. You hear him groan at the sensation. "Because my body, and soul are forever yours."
Gale's eyes darken with desire as he holds you tighter, his hands roaming over your body. "And mine, my love, belongs to you," he whispers huskily, his voice filled with an intoxicating mix of passion and adoration.
Without breaking eye contact, Gale carries you across the threshold into the bedroom. You had forgotten just how strong your husband was. When he approached the bed, he laid you down gently before climbing above you.
His eyes burn with a hunger that matches your own, igniting a fire within your veins. As he hovers above you, you feel the weight of his desire pressing against your body, a tantalizing promise of the passion to come.
With a feather-light touch, his fingertips trace the contours of your face, leaving a trail of fiery sensations in their wake. His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, an explosion of longing and need.
Clothing becomes an unnecessary barrier as he undresses you with gentle urgency. After freeing your breasts from the night shirt you were wearing, he gently kisses around your nipple before taking it into his mouth.
You arch your back, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The sensation is exquisite. Gale's hands continue to explore every inch of your body, leaving you panting with need.
"I need you," you whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.
Gale's eyes lock onto yours, the desire within them burning hotter than any flame. He leans down, his lips finding yours once more. This kiss is more intense, more desperate than any you've shared before.
His hands continue to roam over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist. You feel yourself melting into him, your body responding to his touch with a yearning that threatens to consume you both.
As he presses you into the mattress, he lowers his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck. You can't help but moan, your body trembling with pleasure.
His fingers trail along your inner thigh, the anticipation building with every stroke. You let out a soft whimper, your body begging for more.
Finally, he reaches the apex of your desire, his fingers lightly caressing your most sensitive spot. You cry out, your hips bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to find release.
Gale smiles, his eyes filled with lust. "You're mine, always." he growls, his voice low.
And with that promise, he slides two fingers inside you. You gasp as your body adjusts to the overwhelming invasion. Your hand grips his forearm, nails digging into his flash as he begins to pump his digits into you.
Your body trembles, and your mind is hazy with desire. You can feel him watching you, his gaze makes your heart race even faster.
His fingers continue pushing deeper, stretching you wide as he adds a third.
"Please," you whimper. "Please, I need more."
Gale responds by replacing his fingers with his mouth, his tongue lapping at the delicate folds of your core. The need for release consumes you completely. He knows just what to do, just how to make you come undone.
His tongue keeps searching, delving deeper, threatening to pull you into the abyss of ecstasy. Your body is aflame, your heart pounding against your ribs.
"Gale, I swear to you, if you do not take me right this instant, you will become a widower." You pant through your moans.
At the sound of your plea, Gale removes his mouth from your core and positions himself between your legs. "Come now, we can't have that now can we?"
You feel the swollen head of his erection brush against your entrance. As he pushes in, you gasp, your body stretching to accommodate him. You feel his warmth enveloping you, and you can't help but whimper at the sensation.
He begins to move, his hips swaying in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and your nails digging into his back.
He pulls almost all the way out, leaving only the head of his erection inside you, and then thrusts in deep once more. Your eyes meet, and he leans down, his lips brushing against yours as he continues to move inside you.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and the sensation becomes exhilarating. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every thrust.
"I need you to tell me where to come." He says, his voice hoarse with desire.
Moaning loudly, you respond "Please, Inside me. Come inside me."
"You want me to fill you?" He grunts, as he thrusts in you. "Want to feel my seed spill inside of you."
"Yes! Gale, fuck yes!" You scream.
His eyes glint with hunger, and he obliges, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts. You gasp, your head thrown back in pleasure as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.
"So fucking tight," he growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to make me come"
You reach up, your nails raking across his back, and grimace as you feel his hand cup one of your breasts. His fingers toy with your sensitive nipple, his thumb brushing against it in circles that send shivers down your spine.
Body screaming for release, you know it's close. You arch your back and beg him to keep going. With each thrust you feel his hips hitting against your clit. Your walls begin to clench around him, and you feel yourself tightening, ready to release.
Just when you think you can't take any more, Gale groans and thrusts deeper, harder, driving you over the edge. With a loud cry, you explode around him. Body shaking with pleasure.
His own seed begins to spill into you, filling you completely. As you continue to pant, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Gale's thrusts slow and then stop.
He collapses onto you, his weight heavy but comforting, as his heart beats wildly against your chest in sync with yours.
You both lie there, spent and breathless, your bodies melded together as one. The sweat from the exertion mingles with the remnants of your passion, leaving your skin glistening in the dim light of the room.
Gently, Gale lifts himself off you, his gaze never leaving yours. He kisses you tenderly, his lips soft and warm against yours, and you can taste the remnants of your lovemaking on his tongue.
As he pulls away, he looks down at your now-swollen lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "That was incredible," he whispers, "You are incredible."
"As are you." You say, gently caressing his face.
Gale pulls up the covers and wraps you in his arms, his body still warm from the passion that just ensued. As he holds you close, your bodies still panting heavily from the exertion, you can help but marvel at the connection you share.
You close your eyes, feeling Gale's heartbeat against your cheek. "I love you more than anything,"
Gale responds with a sigh, "And I, you."
The words linger in the air as you both drift off, your bodies still entwined, and the promise of more passion to come.
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