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clusterbuck · 1 day

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"Visiting them at their place of work" for buddie :3

Calling it the shift from hell might, in hindsight, be overselling it a little bit. It’s mostly just… annoying.

They keep getting called out for things that end up not actually being calls.

There’s a fire in a public park, but it turns out someone just had an incident with a birthday candle, and the whole thing was stamped out between someone calling 9-1-1 and the 118 actually getting there. Buck vaults out of the engine, already half-reaching for the hose, and stops like he’d slammed into an invisible wall when he sees the small, scorched-out circle of grass. It’s not even smoking anymore.

There’s a patient who got stung by a bee and went into anaphylactic shock, but by the time they get on scene all that’s left is an overzealous passerby. “I told her I called an ambulance,” he said, “But she stabbed herself with her Epi-Pen—”

“—Injected,” Hen mutters.

“—And called herself an Uber.”

Buck sighs.

There’s a report of a missing child, only three blocks from where they are, and they race to the scene with lights and sirens blaring only to find the mother clutching her son and crying tears of relief. It turns out he’d just been hiding behind a planter, watching an army of ants march by with their bounty from the nearby food court.

And Buck isn’t mad. Of course he isn’t. He can’t be mad about a child not being missing.

But he is, however, full of adrenaline with no place to go, which might be clouding his judgement a little as he texts Eddie this is the shift from HELL.

Then the radio crackles, and they’re off again.

Three non-calls later, there is a decided tension in the air as they pull into the app bay.

“Did anyone say the q-word?” Chimney asks. “There’s something wrong with this shift. Come on, fess up, we won’t bite.”

“Much,” Hen mutters, as all eyes turn to Ravi. He holds up both hands in protest.

“Not me,” he says. “I learned my lesson the first time. Promise.” Then he frowns. “Does anyone else smell… cheese?”

Chimney rolls his eyes. “Nice try,” he says. “We’re going to get to the bottom of this, you kn—”

“No, wait,” Hen says. “It kind of smells like—”

“Cheese,” Buck agrees, trying to figure out where the smell is coming from.

Behind him, someone’s phone lets out a camera shutter sound. He turns to find Hen aiming her phone at him, thumbing at the volume button but not looking the slightest bit contrite.

“You’re sniffing the air like a literal dog,” she says, shrugging at him. “I figure Eddie’s gonna get a kick out of it.”

Heat flares across Buck’s cheeks, and Hen grins. “You ever going to do something about that?”

“I—” Buck says, and dismisses each of the seventy-three things he could possibly say in response. Because—

“Guys,” Chimney says from outside the engine. “It’s Eddie.”

Buck scrambles to his feet and out of the engine. It’s Eddie could mean any number of things. Eddie could be hurt, or dead, or—

Or standing at the loft railing next to a towering stack of pizza boxes.

Which makes a lot more sense.

“Heard you guys could use some lunch,” Eddie calls out. Then his eyes land on Buck, and his face cracks into a smile Buck is already starting to think of as home. Any lingering annoyance at the morning they’ve had melts away, replaced with a warmth that floods through him in time with the racing beat of his heart.

Ravi cheers, and they jostle and elbow each other on the way up the stairs. Everyone descends on the pizza boxes, but Buck joins Eddie at the railing.

“Hell might have been a tiny bit of an exaggeration,” he admits.

Eddie laughs, bumping his elbow against Buck’s and sending shivers radiating from the place they touched.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I checked with Maddie. But it sounded annoying, so—”

Buck swallows any other words Eddie might have intended to say.

It isn’t the first time he kisses Eddie, but it can still be counted on just his two hands. He’s still learning the way Eddie fits against him, the current that runs through him when their lips touch. He’s still surprised by the way Eddie’s hand fists in the front of his uniform, like now that they’re finally this close he never wants to let go again.

Buck grins, and feels Eddie’s mouth curve in unison with his.

“To be clear,” Chimney calls out, somewhere behind them. “I also appreciate the pizza. But I will not be doing all that.”

Buck laughs, holds his middle finger up in the vague direction of Chimney’s voice, and kisses Eddie again.

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elliesspacewalker · 2 days

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how each ellie would react to getting head

warnings: trans!ellie, praise, degradation, oral and handjobs🤭

Jackson!ellie the second your pout landed on her tip it would be over for her, her fingers intangling into your hair as her eyes are glued onto how you kiss the tip of her pink flesh over and over, heavy open mouth breaths leaving her as her tummy spasmed all to soon at the feel of you suckling on to her softly, a strained “gonnacum” leaves her just as her hips buck softly.

Seattle!ellie seattle ellie would be too hyper focused on Abby to remember to take care of herself so you’d have to be extra gentle with her, not just physically but mentally. she’d completely melt as you praised how good she is for you as you guided her hand into your hair. her body going limp as she felt the warmth of your mouth caress her length, your hand holding hers and your eyes never leaving them pretty green orbs, “thank you” sweetly leaving her lips as she watches you tuck her back into her grey boxers and pressing a kiss to her pretty buldge.

Farm!ellie would have grown out of the subby auburn haired girl she used to be, not too shy to shamelessly stroll out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her waist and a offer on her lips “head?” she’d shrug and you’d happily kiss down her still dripping torso, cupping her breast with one hand and tearing the towel off her body with the other. she’d have no problem grunting out your name as she sweetly held each side of your face as she selfishly used your throat, her hips snapping forward as she ignores your gags and teary eyes, knowing you’d tap her thigh if you truely wanted her to stop. a strained “fucking slut” would leave her throat right before she pushed your head down her fully, stilling inside you and throbbing inside your mouth as she coated your tongue in her essence.

Santa Barbara!ellie would low-key like to be dommed, her subbiness doing a full 180, she just wanted to know that she belonged to someone and who better than you? “so fucking desperate, mama” you’d coo, your hand gliding up and down her solid dick, you knew what she wanted but she’d never get it without asking, you hum contently “this is fun” as you watched from your spot on your knees as her head dips, her lips part and her eyebrows furrow in agitation, you were giving her so much but she needed more to cum, her eyes watching your mouth, trying to signal what she needed, you knew what she needed, you always did, your thumb coming up and rubbing her tip in soft little circles “beg” and of course she had no problem with your order, butterflies in her belly at the thought of your lips wrapping around her “please, please mommy, please” your thumb speeds up an you move your head closer, teasing her and you can hear her voice crack in excitement “i- need your mouth mama” she whines “mhm, such a good fucking girl for me” and the moan that leaves her is fucking pornographic as you messily spit on her throbbing tip, twisting your wrist and sliding up and down her as you harshly sucked the taste of yourself from your girlfriends dick “y-yeah, im your good girl” your other hand smacks her asscheek and pushes her pelvis closer to your mouth “please, please can I cum mommy?” and how could you refuse when she whimpered your name under her breath, you nod, her dick still in your mouth, your eyes on hers and your tongue dancing on her tip, luring out the sweet taste that spilled from her gasping and used form “fuuuck.”

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toji-girl · 22 hours

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18+ only content - mdni

you know you shouldn't be doing this with toji, especially not when your date was waiting for you to text them, your phone sat on his nightstand while you bounced up and down the length of his cock.

he held your thong to the side as you rode him reverse cowgirl style because the guilt made you sick when you looked at him but he was the only man that could make you feel this way.

your entire body felt hot as you rolled your hips. "you're fucking me like you still love me." he teased smacking your ass and watching the way your flesh rippled as you bucked and slammed down on him, his eyes shifted to where he was buried balls deep in you covered in slick.

all you were supposed to do was drop off a box and not end up still fully dressed riding toji's cock with your toes curled. "there's nothing you can do to make me stop wanting you, even going on a date with another man."

his voice came out a growl as he sat up more wrapping one thick arm around your waist and pushing you forward until your face was buried in the sheets he was mounting you from behind now.

toji was big and hulking.

it was impossible not to feel so full when he slid back inside you to the hilt making you squeal, the wet squelch was loud and sticky as he fucked you with slow and deep strokes while his hands parted your ass, his thumb came down to circle your asshole with spit slowly.

your legs felt like jelly now because he was pulling out all the stops and he knew it too, then he pressed in then angled his cock up to rub against that spot that drove you wild and made you howl his name.

sex filled his bedroom as he leaned over to lavish your neck with wet opened-mouthed kisses. "missed my pussy, why'd you keep her away from me for so long?" he asked making you curl your lips.

"never was yours to begin with, just because we have a child together doesn't mean anything." you hissed and bit his sheets to stop the flow of moans that threatened to spill free as he picked up the pace.

toji chuckled and bit down on your pulse point leaving his mark behind. "no matter how much you want to twist it darlin' we will always be linked together, you're the mother of my baby."

no matter how much you wanted to deny the truth it was that, the truth and he was always going to be in your life. your pussy fluttered around him like a warm wet vice sucking him in deeper.

he met your thrusts when he kneeled behind you again anchoring his hands on your waist watching where you two met with a crazed smirk. "gonna give you another baby, maybe that would get it inside your head that you'll always be mine and i'll always be yours."

his words made your belly tighten as he pushed you down pinning you down to the bed stomach first putting you in the prone bone position making your pussy tighter. "you better pull out! toji i swear!"

"mhm, what's so bad about giving gumi a sibling?" he mused feeling the way you fluttered around him as he rested his elbows on either side of you thrusting deeper making sure you'd feel him tomorrow even when he wasn't with you.

you rolled your eyes when he kissed the back of your neck as you had no choice but to let him fuck you until you were creaming around his dick that pulsed, his own climax on the edge, and your wet cunt didn't help either. "cum in me! don't pull out please!" you begged

his hot breath fanned against your ear pressing into you deeper molding your pussy to him so no man could ever fuck you again without you thinking about him. "what happened to pullin' out?" he teased fucking you deeper and faster now making you moan loudly.

"be a good girl and cum for me again." his words unraveled your second orgasm as he buried himself to the hilt again feeling the way your pussy rippled like hot silk that pulled toji into an orgasmic state.

part of him wanted to pull out despite your begging but it was too late when you felt him throb and twitch before filling you up with a warm and thick load of cum that seeped out slowly making a mess.

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luc1-anna · 2 days

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You hated how your fiancé brought you to a exotic island, and expected you to go swimming in public.

Having to watch you suffer as you tried to find excuses to not wear the bathing suit he bought you, even bringing you multiple options, bikinis, tankinis, one piece, full on wetsuits. You hated them all, opting to sit out on this one or wear a hoodie on the beach. It was stupid in his mind, he loved the way you looked plus you would stand out with the hoodie on rather then the bikinis, trying to convince you with saying that people would only look at you since you looked so good. "Come on babe, I think you look-" another thrust, gripping further into your stomach as he held you close. "Beautiful!" Emphasis on the word beautiful due to the fact that you were, and he felt how much you held onto his cock.

Sat on his cock in the full nelson position, legs trapped around his as he hands groped your tits and stomach, fingers drawing circles on the skin as his cock digged further into you, curving inside you as it hit the same spot repeatedly. "You look-" grunting as he held tighter, probably leaving your stomach in an uncomfortable position. "Look so pretty!" Staring into your eyes as you braced your head back, resting on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. "Mph" nodding in response to his words. "See, your finally getting it" words always stopping midway as he felt you try and crush his dick with your walls. Giving your cheek a quick kiss before looking back at the mirror Infront of you two. The way your body was filled with hickeys, especially around your breasts. Only showing more of appreciation for you.

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pixiiipie · 2 days

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As someone who’s desperately into subby boys I love your stuff. If you find the time would you write something for Rafayel? I love that fishie. 😩

mirror fucking | sub rafayel

sorry this is so long and it takes a little while to get going!! i’m trying to work on a more to the point writing style but i can’t help waffling TT

i don’t know too much about rafayel atm so i hope i wrote him decently for you | and thank u so much <33! i love writing subby boys so i’m here to deliver to you all

it was common for rafayel to suddenly disappear like this. these long periods of silence usually meant that he was busy working on his next piece but he’d always send you the occasional message when he was thinking about you or felt lonely. with you in his life, it was hard to continue as he used to. he’s so needy.

this time however, his messages were less frequent and when he did message, he seemed uninterested. either he was incredibly focused or his painting wasn’t going well. worrying a little, you decide to drop in on him by surprise to give yourself piece of mind but also because you missed him dearly.

———

walking into his painting room, you admire all the works of art surrounding you but only one was worth looking at. sat at the top of his ladder, rafayel stared at a blank canvas silently muttering to himself. the setting sun’s rays streamed through the windows and made him appear otherworldly. you let out a content sigh full of love. “hey, what are you doing here?” rafayel asks, finally noticing you.

“getting a strong sense of deja vu” you say with a laugh. blocking the canvas from his sight, he turns to you giving you his full attention. “if i fall, do you think you can catch me this time?” he teases. “of course princess.” you retort back. rafayel smiles but it doesn’t feel sincere. he looks distracted.

“come down my love.” you say, holding the ladder for him and extending your hand to him. rafayel sighs and nods slowly making his way down and taking your hand when he reaches you. seeing your expression, he already knows what you’ll ask him.

“i need a new piece for this exhibit i’ve been invited to but… i just can’t think. i’m going to tell them i can’t do it.” rafayel says, avoiding your gaze. bringing a hand to his cheek, you gently move his head to face yours and give him a chaste kiss. you feel his body relax with your touch and as you pull away, he chases your lips desperate for more. rubbing your thumb over his cheek, your heart melts seeing your boy like this. he leans into your hand and holds it there with his, silently begging for you to stay with him.

“the more you force yourself to make something, the less chance you have being successful.” you say but quickly continue before he can cut in with a remark “you’re going to burn yourself out even more and become frustrated. art block is a killer you just need to direct your attention elsewhere.” your other hand wraps around his waist and massages small circles into it.

“i… i really need to make something new. people will get bored.” rafayel quietly says moving his head into your neck and surrounding himself with your scent- comforting him. pressing a quick kiss to his neck, you start shuffling over to his floor length mirror with him still attached. such a baby but you loved how he felt so safe with you. “how about,” you whisper, tapping him to get his attention, “you do a portrait? or even a self portrait you haven’t done one of those in a while.” rafayel slowly lifts his head up, glances at himself in the mirror and goes back to his hiding place. all his motivation had gone and you could tell his self esteem was struggling as a result.

“oh my love.” you say, running a hand through his hair, “i love the cool tone colours you use and the dreamy/underwater look you make so effortlessly.” with your encouragement, he lifts his head again and watches your eyes in the mirror. “those are my favourites. just look at all the colours you could include especially…” you say as you pull him into another kiss “…when i do this.” and gesture at his flushed expression. “that’s my favourite colour.”

his heart couldn’t take it anymore. this was the perfect distraction. oh he’d forgotten just how much he’d missed you and your touch. all he wanted now was to feel you and for you to look at him. “please… oh darling touch me more please.” rafayel begs pressing his forehead against you. with a smile, you snake a hand down to softly squeeze his ass which made him gasp. “woah… getting handsy already.” he tries to say in his usual teasing tone but it comes out more breathless than he’d liked.

“how about, to help you get started, i show you some anatomy references you could use?” you say gesturing to the bag your brought. rafayel could only nod, wondering a little to what that could allude to but letting you go to fetch it. he was left standing breathing heavily and a ‘problem’ forming between his legs which his was quick to attempt to hide. you didn’t reveal what you had brought until you were stood next to him again. “on your knees.” you commanded, motioning with your eyes and taking what you had brought out from behind you. your strap on.

his eyes never left yours as he knelt down infront of you. rafayel patiently held out his hands to help you adjust your harness and kissed your legs all while doing so. “you know what to do now.” you say, playing with his hair with one hand before taking his chin. “of course.” he says with a smile but a little shaky. obediently, kisses the tip before licking long strips up the sides. you loved watching him treat your strap like a real dick. “mm you’re so big” he said with a sly smile. then, inch by inch, he slowly worked his way up your strap so that his nose touched your abdomen. he tried so hard to please you even if you couldn’t strictly feel pleasure from this. he was adorable to watch as he tried every trick in the book to not gag but his teary eyes betrayed him. such a show off.

such a good boy.

“you look so beautiful right now, my love. look” you say and point at the mirror. flicking his eyes to his reflection, rafayel saw just how desperate he was for you. on his knees as if you were his god. he took this opportunity to show off and kissed down the shaft before taking you in the entire way and moving up and down moaning the entire way (which were half fake and half from his attempt of his trousers rubbing against him).

“can you fuck me now? please? it’s been so long.” he begs, rubbing his cheek against your strap. “on all fours sweet boy.” you say, bending over to kiss his forehead. rafayel tried not to appear excited and instead put on a little show of taking off his trousers and bending over for you. “hello pretty boy.” you say as he stretches like a cat to try and tease you. kneeling beside him, you trace your fingers down his body and hook onto his underwear before slowly pulling them down. he shivered at your motion. you reach a hand around for him to coat your fingers while the other flicks his dick causing him to gasp. “d-don’t tease.” he says half confident and half whiny. “sorry but you’re too cute. this won’t take long” you say as you begin to push your fingers into his hole.

rafayel tried to be patient but you’d worked him up too much and it’d been too long. “mmghh that’s enough… i-it’s good.” he moaned weakly grabbing your wrist, “haah- oh goddd please i need youu.”

“okay then if you say so.” you half warn. nothing would be able to change his mind now and to be honest, you wanted this badly too. you really wanted him to feel good. “but one condition baby,” you align yourself with his hole making his try to push his hips back, “you can’t stop looking at yourself.” and with that, you start to slowly push in holding onto his hips. as you did, you grabbed him by the chin with one hand and made him look at himself. “aww what i pretty boy i have hm? you look so beautiful taking my dick like a good boy.”

the praise feels electric but having to look at himself the whole time was embarrassing! he wanted to look at you more. “ohhhhh- mghh-! feels gooddd s’gooodd” rafayel babbles trying to not let his eyes flutter shut. as soon as you bottom out, you start thrusting and aiming for his sweet spot carefully watching him. you bend over his body and leave little kisses on his neck as well as making sure to suck on his ears. they flared red and his moans became whines. “hnng-! c-carefulll sensiti-ivee.” so cute.

“don’t forget to keep your eyes up darling. that’s my pretty boy.” you whisper in his ears which made it increasingly difficult for him to focus on anything you were saying to him. “ohhhh fffuck hnng-!”

“aww look at what a gorgeous boy i have i’m so lucky. not only that but he’s so talented isn’t he?”

his head was so foggy he couldn’t handle it all. he burned at all of your praise and couldn’t stop his noises as you targeted his prostate. “isn’t my handsome boy so talented rafayel?” you ask again. his name sounded so perfect coming out of your mouth. he wished you would keep talking to him your voice was intoxicating. “mmnnn-! yesh y-yesyes.” he whined as he struggled to keep himself upright.

“yes what, my love?” you tease, increasing your pace and biting his ear slightly. “tah-! talent ‘m talente-eddd mmmgghhh gooodd.” rafayel was barely looking at himself now and instead his head hung low as he focused all his strength in holding himself up. it didn’t matter he’d done so well and he was probably weak from shutting himself in for so long. “that’s my hardworking boy. i’m so proud of you, rafayel.” you kissed his cheek, a hand coming round to stroke his dick. the added stimulation was too much!

“clo-oseee c-cum cahnn i?” he slurred, his hips unintentionally started slowly trying to match your thrusts to get him closer. “of course, you’ve worked so hard and done so well. you deserve the world, darling.” you praise him and kiss down his spine. it didn’t take long after your sweet words that he came over the floor and almost lost his balance if you didn’t hold onto him.

rubbing his hips, you slowly pull out and discard your strap on the floor. shuffling around, you sit in front of rafayel and support his upper body against you. “did that help you great artist?” you ask after a little while, moving his hair out of his eyes.

“mmmnn i got quite fuzzy… can’t remember much i might need to look at my references again.” he says teasingly. “oh wait… these clothes… i don’t like the colour they won’t work. maybe you should take them off next time.”

despite his remarks, he nuzzled into your neck, whispered thank you and started whining all over again.

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hereforhalstead · 1 day

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Family.

*not proof read*

Spencer Reid x reader

*****

Spencer approached the door, footsteps as soft as he could possibly make them as to not wake the child currently asleep in your arms.

He took a moment, leaning against the doorframe to admire your silhouette in the dark room.

Jack had his head buried into your neck, legs dangling either side of your hips as you rocked back in forth in hopes of soothing him to sleep before Aaron came to collect him.

You had offered to take care of Jack when Aaron got called in to a meeting, last minute and extremely late at night of course.

This meant you were both left with a very overtired boy and little parenting experience on how to cope.

Somehow you’d managed it.

With relentless pacing around the apartment and constant humming of lullabies, you felt him slowly doze into a slumber on your side.

Spencer watched in awe, it all came so natural to you.

He almost didn’t want to interrupt but his instincts of wanting to hold you took over as his strides towards you began before he could even register what he was doing.

‘He good?’ He whispered, pressing his lips to your temple as you nodded ‘he’s good’

‘You good?’ He questioned, smile playing on his lips as you again nodded ‘im good’

You both stood there for a moment, you still gently rocking back and forth. Hand resting on jacks head to keep him in place, with the other grazing your fingernails up and down Spencer’s arm. Almost soothing yourself whilst doing so.

You leant into the feeling of Spencer rubbing soft circles into the small of your back, somewhat relieving the ache that had started to creep in from standing for so long.

Lovingly, he placed his fingers around your chin to look up at him, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. Feeling the smile form as he did so.

‘You kn-‘ he started to confess before there was a knock at the door.

You pulled yourself away to be pulled back ever so slightly with his arm wrapped around your waist. Allowing himself to steal one more kiss as you smirked “spence, you gotta let me get the door”

He extended his arm sarcastically, leading the way for you to open the door to a very disheveled Aaron standing in the doorway.

‘Is he asleep?’ He whispered, you nodded, carefully handing Jack over.

‘About 20 minutes ago’

His face was full of relief, the last thing he wanted after such a long day was to be met with a child refusing to sleep.

‘You’re a miracle worker’ he chuckled, tone still low as Spencer handed him the bag he had left

‘she’s a keeper’ he gestured to you, feeling Spencer’s hand drop to your hip. A light grasp in agreement as he nodded, smile spreading across his lips as he gazed down at you

‘believe me, I’m aware’

Aaron made his way back down the corridor, you waited by the door until you heard the lift ding.

He waved as best he could before stepping in, signalling for you to go back to the apartment.

As the door closed behind you, you leant against it. Your back now feeling as though it was of an 80 year olds and your feet throbbing like you’d just completed a marathon.

‘I’m not made for this’ you joked, resting your hands on your knees in a slump

‘Look at me’ Spencer beckoned, straightening up to see him stood almost between your legs. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

His hand cupped your chin, the rough pad of his thumb running back and forth along your jawline. His eyes scanned over your face, his eyes were soft as he pressed a kiss to your cheek

‘I want to have a baby with you’

He remained close, his hands intertwining at your back, pulling you into him and away from the door.

‘Spence’ you warned, knowing how desperately he wanted and suited being a dad but how you’d approached the subject before and decided for the time being, with both of your jobs being so intense, the timing wasn’t right.

He peppered kisses over your face, your forehead, the corner of your mouth, your nose as he continued to talk

‘I’m serious Y/N’ another kiss was left on your lips, lingering slightly as he held your head in his hands

‘I want to start a family with you’

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charliehoennam · 23 hours

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hero's homestead

A/N: just a lil blurb I've had stuck on my mind and had to frigging get out since watching Road House

Pairing: Elwood Dalton x f!reader

Warnings: physical injuries, jealousy, kissing, mentions of grief and death

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Growing up in Glass Key made your face quite familiar around these parts. Everyone knew you, not because you were popular or from a rich family. Lord knows you wish you were.

But because the island was just so small, like a little fishbowl with too many sharks circling around their prey, everyone knew each other around here. However, the small island was full of a strong sense of community.

Your friendship with Charlie started while you were in high school. You were just a freshman and Charlie was six when Stephen and his wife would very often ask you to baby-sit.

Saying no to them was nearly impossible. Not only did they pay you well, but they always offered you a ride home and made you sure you had dinner before leaving. They really treated you like you were part of the family and helping one another in the community was just so normal.

They always treated you with welcoming kindness and respect so, if there was anything you could do to help them, you did it. Aside from baby-sitting Charlie, this included working at their book store.

You were around there most of the time. If you weren't at home or at school, you were at Glass Books.

As you got older, you started to spend less and less time there in order to focus on your own personal and professional life.

That didn't mean you were never around anymore. You still made your frequent stop to buy the new read of the week.

"Why don't you just get all the books you want for the month, so you don't have to keep coming back?" Charlie questioned genuinely curious.

"Nah, I like coming here. I like the service. And besides, you'd miss me too much, kid" you chuckled watching the young teenage ring your book up at the register.

When Stephen told you about his wife's illness, it really took you by surprise. She could've easily been voted the happiest woman of Glass Key. The aura she possessed could make the dullest room become the brightest. Her sense of humor would have even the most no-nonsense person cracking a smile. She was an amazing woman and a motherly figure to most.

The entire community mourned her loss. The blue sky and the tropical environment wasn't enough to brighten the day for your neighborhood's residents. The heavy rains that followed that entire week led you to believe that even the island was weeping for her absence.

Between medical expenses, funeral costs and a growing teenager, Stephen had to learn to be a single father quite fast. And that meant working a full-time job to make end's meet.

He asked you to help out with the store and you happily agreed. Glass Books was his wife's dream. She loved spending her days there, in the cozy little bookstore she'd built with the love of her life.

Although you know Stephen has a lot on his plate, you can't help but wonder if he wants to avoid the store and her memory altogether.

You refused to accept money for it, knowing the shop didn't make so much money. Even so, Stephen would still transfer you a small amount whenever he could and would often bring you breakfast, lunch or dinner because he felt it was the least he could do.

All you wanted to do was help.

He was more than grateful, especially when he saw how you could make Charlie laugh by putting on music and dancing in the middle of the store with her.

He could see her slipping into a dark place after the death of her mother. Dealing with his own pain, he did his best. But, you were the best friend she needed. A feminine figure she could go to talk about more embarrassing situations or just to get her mind off of the loss.

Gradually, it seemed like their small family was beginning to heal. Although the loss was a still a fresh wound, and Stephen would often find Charlie clutching a small portrait of her mother asleep in bed, they were managing to keep the pain at bay.

You understand how important this store to them. It represents so much more than being just a simple local book store. It represents her.

The store was just as special to you as it was to Charlie and Stephen.

It had always been your refuge, but now, it was always the place where you met him.

Charlie, with her overly friendly nature that she inherited from her mother, struck up a conversation with the then stranger just outside the bookstore.

Her overprotective father was soon outside within seconds. Although the friendly streak ran deep within him too, he knew these parts were full of men with bad intentions.

Once he realized the stranger wasn't from around, he felt a little more at ease.

Although you remained inside the shop, you could overhear their conversation as you inched towards the door and opened it to stand in the doorway, eyeing the stranger with caution.

Stephen was surprised to know he'd come out of town to work at the Road House. To be honest, neither of you expected him to last very long. At that place, security never does.

The bouncer turnover never ceased with the riots that broke out there almost every night. So, you didn't bother getting your hopes up.

However, Dalton kept coming back. Every other day, he came in with the excuse of using the computer or buying a book just to strike up a conversation with you and lay down his flirtatious charm.

Charlie was the first to notice he would always come around when you were there and, if you weren't, he'd always make sure to ask when you were.

She had quite a bit of fun poking fun at you, telling you he had a crush on you or mocking the unconscious change in your voice you had when talking to him.

It didn't long take for feelings to develop between you and him. There was no doubt in either of you. Although unspoken, the magnetic attraction was undeniably present.

Some of those talks were deep and you felt you could confide in him to share things you hadn't shared with anyone at all. He, in turn, told you about the night on the train tracks and how the last fight he had in the ring haunted him every night.

There was no denying the bond you were forming. However, the rumors that were spreading around the island about the closeness between Ellie and him made you hesitant to make the first move.

When you casually brought it up into conversation, he shook his head and told you it wasn't anything serious and that she'd took him on a date once. You wanted to ask him if he had feelings for her, but that would be too much.

"So what's the deal with you and Dalton?" Charlie curiously asked, having picked up on the constant courtship that you two refused to act on.

"There is no deal. We're just friends. Hardly that."

"I may be young, but I'm no fool. I know there's something going on between you two."

"Sorry to disappoint you, kid, but there isn't. Besides, I hear he's got a sort of a girlfriend" you replied without looking up at her from the book in your hand.

You were both sat in fold-out beach chairs placed in front of the store, enjoying a couple of white cherry slushies, hoping the ice cold drink could soothe the hot, humid weather.

"How do you have a 'sort of girlfriend'? Either she is or isn't."

"Those things are complicated. I guess they're getting to know each other," you shrugged wishing you could avoid the topic.

"Like you guys are?"

"There is nothing going on. Sure, he's cute and funny and all, but he's seeing someone else. He's not interested in me, Charlie."

"So, you are interested in him?"

"It doesn't matter if I am. She's a doctor, she's smart and she's really pretty and drives a nice car. I know I don't stand a chance, so I'd rather not get my hopes up," you rambled, failing to read anything on the page you were stuck on. "Can we please drop this now?"

"Oh my god," she smirked staring at you. "You're jealous."

You scoffed at her ridiculous accusation and shook your head as you closed the book and set it in your lap.

"I am not jealous. I do not get jealous."

"Yes, you are! You totally are!"

"I am not! I just don't want to talk about this anymore, alright? So can we drop it?"

"Alright, alright. Sorry I brought it up."

She couldn't stop smiling as you opened your book to continue reading. Although you weren't her parents, her mind couldn't stop thinking of a way to parent-trap you into getting together.

However, her plans were brought to a halt when Brandt's lackeys invaded the shop just a few days later.

You tried your best to stand your ground and defend the shop along with Stephen. He told you to leave, but you refused.

After the beatdown you both received unwillingly, a fire had been set and the cruel men left. The adrenaline that surged through your bodies was enough to numb the pain in order to get you both quickly back on your feet to put out the fire.

Between the blood loss and the resurfacing pain, the billowing smoke got stronger and stronger. The flames became too strong too quickly and had engulfed the entire wall across the front counter.

Light-headed and dizzy, Stephen tried to save whatever he could from the store. As you rushed back and forth, you realized that the fire had grown too much and swallowed the front entrance.

The heat of it shattered the glass windows. The open air only fueled the fire more. Coughing from the heavy smoke, both you and Stephen got down on the floor to avoid the unbreathable air and attempted to crawl to the back exit.

Everything went dark after that and melded into one huge blur.

You don't remember when you actually blacked out, but you do remember feeling relieved once you heard the fire department's arrival.

The time you spent in the hospital was short - only a couple of days - but it was enough to make you reflect on your life.

An overwhelming sense of regret washed over you as you thought about Dalton.

You'd only known each other for a few weeks, but what if you could've had something special? What if Charlie's jokes were true and he actually ended up to be your soulmate?

She could be wrong too, but the fact that you could've died and never found out if you ever really did stand a chance ate at your mind.

You hadn't fully realized the extent of your attachment until a couple days later.

You show up at the store with a limp from the beatdown you'd received a couple days ago.

Stephan tries to assure you they're fine, that you need to rest and recover, but you argue that you'll go insane if you stay at home with nothing to do, high on pain meds.

Helping the owners clean and salvage whatever they can, Charlie casually mentions that Dalton and left her and her father a suitcase full of money to rebuild the store before he got on a greyhound bus destined to leave Glass Key.

The same regret you'd felt in the hospital strikes you again and secretly consumes you.

You try to play it off and instruct her to not to tell anyone about the money. You barely understand what she said after that. All you can think about for the rest of that morning is that he left and didn't even say goodbye.

When Charlie and her father invite you to get some lunch with them, you politely refuse, opting to stay back and keep yourself busy. You lie and tell them you had a big breakfast beforehand just so they won't worry.

You promised you wouldn't get your hopes up. You knew better than that. Bouncers never last at the Road House. You know this just as well as any of the other residents of Glass Key.

He's gone now.

You just want to be alone for a bit to process it.

The door opens and the bell above it rings as you sweep away at the shattered glass, forcing you to look back over your shoulder.

The sight you see has you frozen in surprise.

His face is impossible to forget. You could never forget those big blue doe eyes, even with the dark skin that circles his right eye.

You groan lightly at the shooting pain from your broken rib as you straighten and turn to face him, holding the broom by your side as you stand next to it.

Dalton closes the glassless door behind him as he greets you with a silent but friendly smile until the cut on your lip and the black eye remind him of the damage he caused.

He doesn't look too different from you. His eye is still a little swollen but mostly black now, his lip busted and the stitches on his eyebrow are all evidence that business has been handled at the Road House.

"So, the Glass Key hero returns" you smile at him, ignoring the sting on your bottom lip. "Charlie said you were riding off into the sunset. You forget something?"

"I'm not a hero and, no, I didn't" he starts, looking around the burned down shop trying to swallow his guilt.

"Changed your mind?"

"Someone kinda changed it for me, actually. A very wise person told me that heroes don't always have to ride off into the sunset. They can stay and make a homestead instead."

Joy bursts within you like fireworks on new years. You try to fight back the smile that creeps onto you lips.

"Thought you weren't a hero."

"I'm not."

You nod biting the inside of your cheek to mask your excitement. You take the second broom that Charlie had been using earlier and left leaning against the wall by the front door.

"This homestead could use a hand" you smile and offer him the broom.

He takes it with a happy grin, feeling finally accepted as if he finally found somewhere he belongs.

"There's, uh, one more thing" he says in a soft voice.

His hand raises to your chin, tilting your head up as he cranes his neck to kiss you in the most tender of ways.

Unable to forget about Ellie, you place a hand on his chest and gently push to stop the kiss.

Dalton's face contorts with confusion. He doesn't notice the breath he's holding, anxiety settling in as he fears that you'll ask him to stop. Maybe he got the wrong signals and you don't like him that way. He'd respect it, if that's the case, but it doesn't mean his heart won't be crushed.

"I thought you were seeing Ellie?"

He blinks slightly surprised. That's not what he had expected to hear, but it makes him kind of happy that you're not asking him to stop.

"She took me on a date and we kissed, but that was it."

"So, you are dating her?"

"What, are you jealous?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm not jealous."

"You sound a little jealous" he smirks.

"I'm not. I just... I don't wanna get my hopes up."

"I'm not dating her," he says gently stroking your bruised cheek. "I told her there's someone else for me, someone that I really wanna date."

He gazes into your eyes as you smile up at him and let him continue his kiss. You let his lips linger on yours and smile when you feel them stretch into a grin.

The cuts on your mouths hurt, but neither of you bother to pull away.

His kiss gradually intensifies. His tongue flicks over your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance. His free hand reaches for your waist as the other sets against your cheek, leaving the broom tucked in his arm.

You let his tongue slip past your defenses. The gentle way his hand cradles your face has you holding onto his strong forearm and the other broom for balance as the room spins around you from his vertiginous kiss.

Your chest presses against his as you moan softly into his mouth. It takes him every ounce of his self-control to not pin you against the wall.

The bell rings again, alerting you both of another's presence so you quickly pull apart, trying to quickly compose yourselves. Your eyes shoot to the door along with Dalton's.

You realize who it is, so he shyly lets his eyes wander around what's left of the store and sweeps the ashy floor.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Charlie smirks sipping her juice from a straw as she stands in the doorway.

"No, no," you reply nervously as heat pools in your cheeks. "Dalton and I were just, uh, cleaning up."

"Cleaning what? The floor or each other's throats?"

Dalton snickers at her candor, glancing at you until she continues.

"Good to see you're back though. And if you ask me, it's about time."

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Pillowtalk

sub! Janis ‘Imi’ike x soft dom! fem reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— strap use, oral, fingering(Janis receiving), pet names(both receiving)

In which reader and Janis get intimate again for the first time since her c-section

Requested? Yes / No

You were loading the bags of groceries into your trunk when you got here texts, almost losing your mind when you saw them. You closed the trunk and quickly got into the driver’s seat and started your car. It’s been nearly six months since Janis had that c-section. Since then, she’s never had interest in sex which you obviously understood. Having to deal with the loss of Malia was all she was doing. But she was doing better now and has been for the last couple of months, so you were overjoyed that she was slowly getting back to her usual self.

When you got home, you abandoned the three bags of groceries on the dining table then went upstairs to your shared bedroom. Nothing. Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before your eyes when you pushed open the slightly ajar door: Janis laying on the bed, in nothing but her lingerie— waiting for you.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as a strained noise escapes your mouth, “Wow.” You closed the door quietly then climbed into bed with her. Also laying on your side, your finger traces her cheek before cupping it and then capturing her lips into your own. The intent was clear— it was foreplay. The kiss was loving, gentle but also intense. So, so intense. Janis melted into it instantly, allowing you to take the control. Both of you knew clearly that the past six months have deprived you two with this form of intimacy and you were both ready to get that back.

Janis smiles into the kiss, saying she loves you. “I love you too, Jan.” You broke away, winded. A smile tugs at your lips, “You’re so beautiful.” She blushes. She actually blushes, and it made your heart melt. Licking your lips, you look at her and brushed the hair out of her face, “Are you sure you want to do it?”

“Yeah.” She confirms.

“How do you want me to do it?”

She hums softly, “Whatever we used to do is great. We have the time, anyway.”

You chuckle, caressing her cheek, “You want me to use the strap?”

“The strap?” A smile creeps onto her face, “Haven’t seen that thing in ages. Sure.”

You quickly went to grab the item before you returned to her.

Witnessing the eagerness in her eyes, you leaned back in to kiss her again. Over, and over, and over again until the kisses got so deep and passionate that she lets a whine slip. Janis’ head tilted back, allowing you the access to her neck. You slowly detached your lips from hers, she watches you, hand tangling into your hair while you pressed a kiss to her neck at just the right spot. “Damn.” She exhaled harshly, “Oh, shit. Mm—”

“Is that good, babe?” You ask, briefly gazing at her. She falls onto her back, you hesitated, unsure if you wanted to straddle her. Janis nodded, “Yeah, yeah. So good, baby.” You moved lower, your upper body now completely resting on hers. She whimpers when your face rests in her cleavage, you smothered yourself in her full breasts, leaving a trail of soft kisses before your mouth wraps around her nipple. “Fuck.” She moans. With each flick of your tongue, Janis got louder. You chuckle, tugging at it with your teeth lightly. “Shit, does that hurt?” You ask. “No, feels good.” She answered simply, “Just not very used to it now.” You resumed your ministrations at that, hand sliding down her front to slip off her underwear. The more you licked and sucked her breast, the more she eased up once again. You were going slow, not wanting to overwhelm her. So far, everything felt just like before. Apart from the obvious things distantly weighing on your minds.

Janis whimpers when she feels your hand ghosting her mound. “Can I do it?” You broke away very briefly to ask. She agrees instantly, “Please. Please.” Your fingertip circles her clit slowly at her response, feeling her wetness on your skin. You swallowed a moan, kissing a trail down her neck to her torso. Soon, you came face-to-face with the scar. Your thumb brushes over a small part of it before you peppered kisses along the whole thing. “You’re so fucking perfect.” You say while your kisses moved lower.

“I hate it.” She answered honestly, “It’s such a painful reminder.”

Your heart ached, almost immediately feeling the painful lump in your throat. You sighed softly, “You’re so beautiful, my love.” You gently pushed her legs apart, fingers tracing the stretch marks on her thighs, admiring each and every one of it. “Jan, look at me.” You said, swallowing painfully. “You have every right to hate it, but it does not define you. It just shows that you’re a fucking fighter and survived such a difficult time.” You hand caressed her thighs are you spoke, pressing kisses over the marks while she looked at you, teary eyed. “Thank you.” She mouths, licking her lips.

Each kiss of yours got nearer and nearer to where she needed you the most. You could tell, definitely. But you were still a bit hesitant despite her very clear responses. Gently attaching your mouth to the hood of her clit, you gave it a gentle flick with your tongue. She whimpers, “Oh, God. Fuck, keep going baby. Please?”

Hearing that, whatever you were worrying about disappeared, leaving you nothing but motivated to feel her. Your tongue kept at its task, teasing her clit to build up her arousal while your hands grabbed her inner thighs. When her hips bucked against your face, you moved away. Your mouth leaves, some of her slick on her chin. Again, you found yourself just watching her. And the juncture between her thighs. Did it look different? A little. Did you care that it looked different? Absolutely not. Even in such a situation, you were still in awe of what her body was capable of…what it’s been through, what it’s dealt with. But still, here she was. With you. “Baby, baby…keep going, I need you, please.” Janis pleaded, your finger teases her entrance. You saw her throb and clench a little bit. “Yes. Yes, do it. Do it, please, baby.” She whines needily, you see her hands waiting for your head. It wants to get tangled back in your hair.

“Okay.” You hummed, watching yourself push a finger into her with ease. Janis moans softly, her hand combs through your hair and grabs a handful to make you stay put. As a result, your mouth was on her cunt again, now your tongue lapped at her folds to gather her wetness, stimulating the heat. “Okay, my love.”

She flinches at your breath fanning against her, her whining starting to increase in pitch, “You feel so damn good, baby. Right there. Right there, don’t stop—”

Just what you needed to keep going. Her voice and noises were your favourite things ever, leaving you yearning for more despite her unending sounds of pleasure falling from her lips.

“Mmm—” Janis whines when you slid a second finger in and curled them up against her g-spot and poked at it, “Fuck, fuck, baby— I’m—”

“Mm-mm. Not yet.” You slowed down, pulling your fingers out.

“No, keep—” She objected.

“I’ll just be a minute, love.” You coaxed, chuckling softly while your hand found the harness and got ahold of it. You watched her squirm on the mattress, frustrated that she had to wait. Locking eyes while you put the harness on? It only drove her crazier. “Fucking hell, baby, come on!” She cried out.

“I said I’ll just be a minute.” You said firmly, staring right into her eyes.

She swallowed thickly, a quiet whimper escapes. You smirked, licking your lips and tasting her on them. Once it was secure, you said, “Okay, climb onto me, come on.” While you laid on your back, she got up and was about to put her leg over you for it to reach your other side. “Face me.” You requested. “Okay.” She answered shakily, following your instruction. You had a hand on the base of the shaft as she hovered over it and began to lower herself.

“You alright?” You ask, studying her face as it started sinking into her. Her eyes were screwed shut, presumably worried that it would be uncomfortable or even hurt after such a long time. But they were quickly open again, “Oh.”

“Jan, are you okay?” You ask anyway.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m— I’m fine.” She tells you, biting back a moan.

“Good.” You smiled, “Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me, my love.” Your hand managed to reach her face, you held onto her chin and tilted it so she would look at you. “Look at me, gorgeous. Look at me.” Even with her face in your hand, her gaze was still avoiding yours.

“Look at me, Janis.” You repeated, “Don’t you dare look away, baby.”

“I just don’t feel like—” Tears glossed her eyes, she shifts a little uncomfortably, “This new body, I— I can’t help it but feel so aware of how it is. So much has changed…the stretch marks, the extra weight that I can’t seem to lose…the damn scar.”

You cup her cheek, caressing it softly, “I hear you. But listen to me and remember this— nothing will ever make me feel differently about you, okay? I love you, no matter how you look like. So your body’s a little different now, so what? These…these little, little things, every stretch mark, every inch of that scar, they’re like memories of what good we’ve been through. The milestone that we experienced. The love and the home you gave our baby girl. But…you’re still you, Janis.”

She exhales shakily, you hear the air expelling from her lips as she tried not to cry. Janis looks up and blinks. “Jan…eyes on me. It’s okay.” You say, massaging her thigh that was on your side, “It’s okay, baby.”

She nodded, swallowing her tears, “Thank you, y/n. Thank you.”

“You’re okay, my love. Hm? Don’t cry.” You watched her for a bit, trying to gauge how she was feeling now. “Do you want to get off this thing? Because you—”

Janis shook her head no, “No, no, I want to do it baby.”

Of course. Now that you could focus on the fact that you two were having sex, you felt her wetness dripping onto your core. Then you saw it. Giving her a nod, you told her, “Go on, baby. Ride at your own pace. Go for it.” She begins to lift herself then came back down, trying a few different distances before she settled on one and gained a momentum. In the meantime, your left hand held onto her thigh while your other was free.

Her noises matched up her own actions, leaving you a wet giddy mess beneath her. “Oh, you’re so pretty…” You said breathily, eyes fixated on her voluptuous breasts and how they moved when she did, eliciting a whine from your own lips. Janis laughs, then grins and went faster when she felt her climax approaching. Your free hand reached up and got a handful of one of her breasts. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she had a delirious smile plastered on her face. “Oh, yeah, keep going.” You urged, biting down on your lower lip. “Keep going.”

Janis cries. “Oh— fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna come, baby.”

“You can take a little more.” You smirked, “Can’t you, lovey?”

Janis whines lewdly, her breath coming in short gasps. She falls onto you after awhile, her legs giving way. You bucked your hips continuously to push her over the edge. “Ah- ah, fuck, fuck. Babe- oh, my god.” She panted, voice shrill and right into your ear while clutching onto you for dear life.

She lets go, unraveling and you feel it all on your core. You rubbed her back and kissed her shoulder, whispering sweet words and assurance into her ear. Tears pricked at her eyes from the intensity, and you still felt her trembling under your touch. Janis lets out a laboured breath in an attempt to calm herself down so she wouldn’t cry but failed. You felt the tear hit your shoulder. “Hey, hey. You’re okay, my love.” You kissed her again, “I’m gonna move you onto your back, alright? So we can get that strap outta you.” Janis nodded silently, hesitantly letting go of you to let you ease her onto her back while the strap slides out of her, soaked and glistening with her cum. You removed it from your body and put it aside, lying down beside her quickly so you could hold her in your arms. “Hi.” You pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

She smiles, sniffling, “I love you.”

“God, I love you so much.” You pulled her closer to you and she snuggles comfortably against your bare chest, “I love you so very much.”

She started crying, though now you were more flustered than before worried that it was because of your words or something else. You kissed her on the top of her head. “Baby, what is it?” You questioned gently.

“Nothing, I just—” She croaked, “I’m just emotional. After such a long time—”

You rubbed her back to soothe her, planting another kiss to her head. She couldn’t say anything else, but it was okay. She needed a release for this feeling and she was going to get it. You just held her in your arms and made her feel safe. “I’ve got you, my love. Let it out.”

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Ma’am thank you from the bottom of my heart for the writing the only live action zuko smut on the face of this earth I am surviving on freezer burn. Do you have more live action zuko smut????

Masked Feelings

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: High from the adreniline of capturing the Avatar; Zuko fucks you with the blue spirt mask on.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Masked Man, Rough Smut, Creampie. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

You were nervously waiting for Zuko to come back from his mission. He didn’t tell you much about it and it scared you when he left in that mask. Lately he was so down over almost catching the Avatar, eating away at him in such an aggressive way. He was constantly talking down on himself, having angry outbursts over the littlest things. You were cleaning up the small space you were staying in while investigating a lead. There was no point in waiting for Zuko to return because that could be days from now. You’d fallen asleep while reading, jolting awake when you heard the door being slammed open and closed. A blast of cold air rushing in behind him, he was wearing a blue and white mask. You assumed it was Zuko but you couldn’t be sure.

“Zuko?” you ask; he gave no reaction to this.

“Zuko.” you called out a little more firm.

He came closer to you, breathing so hard that his entire upper body would double in size after an inhale. Wearing all black with two swords strapped to his back. He pulled them out and dropped them on the ground. The loud clashing of metal against cement makes you jump. Immediately sitting up, letting your weight hit the head board. He started to take off his gloves and walked towards you. At this point, you weren’t sure what to do. He was scaring the shit out of you and it wasn’t helping that you kinda liked it.

How dark and demented his energy was. He came up to you, using his thumb to part your lips. He chuckled once he saw the scared and unsure look in your eyes. High off the adrenaline after invading the Pohuai stronghold, he was craving power. Looking for it in every dark corner and shadow; now it was sitting right below him. Looking up with a deer in headlights expression, wearing one of his undershirts. It was freezing in the room and your teeth were chattering.

“Just that excited? Like a puppy being teased with a treat,” he said, moving his thumb from your lip.

It slightly infuriated you that he was getting off on how nervous you were. Like he was pulling a side out of you that he knows you’d never show willingly. He trailed his fingers down your throat and to your chest. There was a small hole in the fabric of your shirt, he looped his fingers into the hole and ripped it. Leaving the shreaded fabric draping from your body. You gasp and try to cover yourself but he grabs your wrists. He has never been this rough with you, taking out his frustrations out on your body.

Legs hanging off the side of the bed, he grabbed a fist full of your hair, near the nape of your neck. Forcing you to look up at him while his hand trailed down. Immediately dip his fingers between your into your wet slit. Circling his finger around your swollen clit. Enjoying how your body was involuntarily reacting to his touch. You could hear him growl, muttering curses from underneath the mask. Tracing your entrance once in a while, teasing like he was going to fill you only to leave you empty and achy. Normally you never thought about how your face looked while drowning in pleasure. Covering your face with a pillow or into the mattress.

It made you feel so vulnerable, knowing he was getting his pleasure from watching you squirm and shake. You reach your hand up and rub his member through his pants. He leans into your touch, coming close enough to finally slip his two fingers in. His pinky and index fingers on either side of your sex. Fucking the digits in and out, you pressed your forehead against his arm. Letting your mouth hang open, moaning into the fabric of his shirt.

He pressed his fingers into you and started curling and circling. Looking up at him and seeing the mask was intimidating, which made you avert your gaze. He corrected this and gripped your hair tighter, forcing you to look up. He wanted to see your face as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. Loving how your facial expression would change at the same time your walls tightened around him.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he groaned out, pulling his fingers out and slapping your sex.

He pulled you by the leg towards the edge of the bed. He pulled his pants down, letting his length slap against his lower stomach. Using his tip to part your slit, spreading your wetness onto the head of his cock. Smacking his member against your lips before pushing himself inside. He held onto your legs against himself and began fucking in and out of you. Starting off slow then gradually increasing speed. Little -uhh- sounding moans slipped out of your throat everytime he thrusted into you. His nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. Your wetness was dripping down his legs. You reached up and grabbed the end of his shirt, trying to pull him closer. He pushed your legs down, pressing your thighs against your torso.

“I wanna see your face while I fuck my cum into you,” he grunted, frantically rutting into you.

Hearing how rough his voice was sent you over the edge. Arching your back and gripping the bed sheets tightly. He was rutting into you so hard the bed began moving back, he kept stepping forwards. Your face was red, mouth hanging open and the most vulgar sound coming out. Completely worked and worn from taking his cock, seeing you like this makes him cum.

Keeping himself pressed into you while spilling his load deep inside you. Groaning through the mask once he felt it start leaking out against the base of his cock. Slowly starting to thrust again, enjoying watching you wiggle and squirm from how sensitive you were. Finally pulling out once he went soft, keeping your legs spread to watch his cum leak out of you. Eventually putting his pants back on and arming himself.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I capture the Avatar,” he said walking out.

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Hard fingers crushed Bryony's arms, yanking, dragging, bruising, and finally shoving her downwards. Her knees hit the floor so hard they throbbed. Why were there marble floors in a study? Who had the right to be this ridiculously wealthy? She fixed her eyes on the veins of grey cutting through the white, half because she doubted the guards would let her look at the master of house so casually, and half because she didn't dare to. The stupidity of her actions was already sinking in with a heavy helping of embarrassed dread.

"My lord Baron," one of the guards said, tightening his fist around Bryony's arm. "We found this thing lurking around the grounds.

"A woman from the village?" came a rich, honied voice. The words seemed to glide with an almost uncanny smoothness. She fought a shudder.

The other guard grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched back her head, hooking his gloved index finger under her top lip to expose two clearly elongated fangs. "We think she's from one of the clans in the wood."

Bryony blinked up at the figure in front of her, half-shadowed by the sun streaming through the window at his back. Even leaned back on his desk as he was his stature was tall, tall, tall. Lycan were always busting out of their clothes, but this was impressive, maybe more so because his clothes were so perfectly tailored to his massive size. Ac couple button winked braggingly from his waistcoat, snug but not tight across his great broad chest. Her eyes traveled from the fitted sleeves with their gracefully buttoned cuffs to the trouser ends tailored right at... Bryony blinked harder. The baron's shoes were weird. More of a wrap than an actual shoe. As she scrutinized the dark cloth and leather, trying to understand the strange shape, something swished along the floor. She leaped a little in the guards' grip and perhaps misinterpreting the movement as a tug for escape, one of them gave her gruff shake. Her eyes jostled in their sockets, but as her head stilled again, her gaze immediately went back to the spot on the floor behind the baron's feet. The bushiest, sleekest, longest-haired tail she'd ever seen brushed the marble.

"You may release her."

"My Lord Baron," a guard protested. "To release such a creature would be a risk to your safety. Especially if it is at its full power.”

Bryony slowly raised her gaze from the tail to the baron’s shadowed face. Her breath caught in her throat. Baron Pell Wulfhelm. Maybe she should have taken that surname more literally. His fur fluffed over his cravat but was sleeked back along his head and face, obviously just as maintained as the tail. The snout was shorter than what she’s seen on wolves in the wood, but there wasn’t much other disparity except the eyes, a warm, human cognac brown rather than the typical yellow, orange, or amber.

Maybe she made a face because Wulfhelm grinned down at her, in doing so baring all his pearly fangs.

"She doesn’t look particularly well-fed to me. Release her.”

The guards broke under the second order; the hold abruptly lifted, and Bryony fell forward onto her hands.

“What is a vampire doing trespassing on Wulfhelm property? My guards think you’re here for me.” He fluffed the fur on one cheek. “I wouldn’t blame you. However, the unconventional manner of your break-in raises some doubts.”

“What break-in?” Bryony said, a little more snarly than intended. “I came up the walk like any other civilized person.”

“My point exactly. No self-respecting vampire would let themselves be caught if they didn't want to be. Especially not without putting up a fight. Not to mention you arrived in broad daylight, putting you at a serious disadvantage.”

“I was going for submissive. Like you said, you would have been suspicious otherwise.”

Wulfhelm circled around his desk and plopped down his chair. “Fair enough. So. Why are you here?"

Bryony slowly rose to her feet, watching the guards out of the corner of eye. They tensed, but as Wulfhelm remained relaxed, they made no move to grab her "I'm looking for a job. People say you're not picky about employees.”

One of the guards scoffed. “What sort of job would Baron Wulfhelm have for a parasite like you?”

Wulfhelm waved him off. "Why?"

Bryony frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You come from one of the clans, don't you? That's not me making assumptions, it's just facts. Your society revolves around hunting the humans; their lives revolve around hunting you in return. There is no foreseeable reason why you would leave the wood and the safety of your clan--something I assume you've done more than once if you've been talking to 'people'--to come here. I cannot benefit you in any way as I’m not willing to open my or anyone else’s veins for you.”

Bryony took a defiant step forward, fangs flashing as she snarled, “I never expected you to! And I don’t need ‘safety’! I don't know if you've ever seen a clan up close, but it's hell! So if it doesn't make any difference to you, I'd like a job!"

A pair of hands clamped on her left arm, and she had to fight the urge to whirl around and bite the guard responsible. "We'll remove her immediately, my lord baron," he said, an air of barely veiled disgust in his voice.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

His pulse beat loud and rapid behind her, excited on power and devotion. She sank her fangs into the inside of her cheeks instead. Why was this happening now? Just because she was emotional? She'd thought she'd gotten the hang of control, but she'd have to try a lot harder if she wanted to remain outside the wood.

Wulfhelm's gaze seemed to burn into her as the second guard grabbed her right arm. Did he see? Did he know?

“I am in need of a new attendant," he said suddenly, causing both guards to freeze mid-step.

Bryony blinked. "Attendant?"

Wulfhelm examined his nails. "Taking care of my clothes, my hair, my food, and other personal duties.”

Bryony blinked again, slowly registering the position. The guards must have processed it at about the same speed because it took them a couple seconds to explode in protest.

"My Lord Baron!"

"Please, for your own safety--"

“Isn’t that the sort of job for another man?” Bryony said.

Wulfhelm shrugged, long tail swishing up into his lap where he brushed through it nonchalantly with his fingers. “Man, woman, I don’t really care. No one can take their eyes off me anyway."

He shot her a knowing look, though Bryony figured it was hard to keep your eyes off any man covered from head to toe in fur not to mention graced with a wolf's head.

She jerked out of the guards' grip with an ease that, for a split second, made them shy back, and stepped right up to Wulfhelm's desk. "You must have other options."

Let's see..." Wulfhelm tapped his chin with one clawed finger. "I don’t trust you around the livestock, you are unable to taste the cooking, I doubt you have any skill in accounting, you're aversion to sunlight makes you unfit for gardening, and my library is already well-attended. My guards would be sorely displeased with me if I put a strange vampire among their ranks, and frankly, I don't trust this not to be a trap, so I'd rather not give you access to my security. I suppose I could offer you a maid position but it involves polishing quite a bit of silver.”

Bryony's mind raced for some other position. Nightwatch? No, he said he didn't want her as security. Ratcatcher? Was that a job here? She didn't know what work looked like in a mansion. In the clan, it was just whatever needed doing, and even then it depended on one's position in the hierarchy. Things must be different here if Wulfhelm allowed so many people from the village to be his employees. Though it was strange he would offer such a personal position to a stranger, one he didn't trust at that.

Suddenly it struck her. This was a rejection. Wulfhelm didn't actually want her as an attendant; he expected her to refuse. That way he could get rid of her without any conflict. Well, if he thought getting rid of her was that easy, he had another thing coming.

“I’ll take the attendant position.” No sooner was it out of her mouth than a heavy pit lodged in her gut, half regret, half anticipation. She didn't know anything about attending a baron. She hadn't ever been allowed near her people's gentry and even if she had, it was nothing like this. But still, this might be her way out.

She looked to Wulfhelm for his reaction, but rather than looking surprised or upset, he seemed...completely unbothered. Like he couldn't have cared less either way.

"Good." He swished his tail back to the floor and rose to his feet. "Because you are my special employee, I'll give you your first day tour, but after that you'll have to get along on your own."

“My lord,” one of the guards protested as Wulfhelm strode past him. “I don’t think it’s safe to have such a creature so close to you at all times.”

"If you are concerned, Sarian, it's your job to see me protected. Take more precautions if you must. But I assure you, I'll be quite safe. Come along, Miss..."

Bryony hurried after him, just a little bit dazed. "Bryony. Just Bryony."

The guards moved to follow as well, but Wulfhelm held up a clawed hand to stop them. "You may return to your posts."

"But the vampire--"

"I don't think I need a guard to protect me from my own personal attendant. Do I, Bryony?"

She shivered at the attentiveness in his gaze, along with the sudden use of her name. He probably didn't know how uncommon that was amongst her kind. "No."

"You see?" With that, Wulfhem was gone, and Bryony, head ducked down, exited the study several steps behind. The baron didn't look back to see if she was still following, but he talked at the air ahead of him like she was. "We'll only cover the main rooms you'll be frequenting. No need to see every bedroom and parlor in this old place. And you may explore the gardens more fully at night when you've finished your evening duties with me. I'll be sure to tell the guards to leave you alone. I'll ask Ronan, my steward, to instruct you on your duties, and tomorrow we'll get your clothes sorted. You're tailoring appointment and the first two sets of clothes are out of the household account, but after that, any personal clothing choices or uniform replacements will come out of your pocket. Oh, you'll receive a stipend of 2 silver pieces per month. This is the main sitting room."

He waved through an open door at a large, pale-yellow room with plush white carpet a fireplace, and several chairs and sofas. "Mainly for attending guests." He continued on down the hall. "Anyway, I'll give you the rest of the day to settle in, but I do expect you to start immediately. My last attendant quit on me quite suddenly and it's been rather a pain finding another. That's the library." This time Wulfhelm only gestured to a large polished door. "You probably won't need to tend to me much while I'm in there, but you are welcome to read any of the books in your off-time."

"You're trusting me to just wander around?" Bryony interjected before he could start on another long rant.

"Until that trust is broken, yes."

"But it thought you didn't..." She frowned at him. "Why? This all seems too easy."

He stopped his speedy step, long enough to turn toward her. "It's a blend of things. I'm desperate for a new attendant. I don't feel like you're here to hurt anyone. I think your presence could be advantageous."

She cocked her head. "Advantageous?"

"Never mind that. I'll show you the kitchens next. I'm sure we can arrange something with the cooks to keep you fed. You can drink from other sources besides humans, correct?"

Bryony bristled. "Of course I can!"

Wulfhelm clearly knew nothing of the clans. If he did, he'd know that a vampire of her station was forbidden from partaking of the "superior source."

"Very good. I'd hate to lose any of my employees or fall prey myself."

Again, so nonchalant. This wasn't some giant trick, was it? A way to move her willingly to a prison cell?

Baron Wulfhelm didn't seem particularly conniving, and his reputation in the villages was good. But that was for humans. Mortals. Bryony was of the very spawn that his family had banished centuries ago. She would probably do well to keep her guard up while she was here. But that didn't change that she had little choice but to trust the baron was being honest. She couldn't afford to return to the clans.

"With focus, Miss Bryony, you're going to walk this route on your own tomorrow."

Bryony jolted back to attention, quickly blinking in the massive kitchen in front of her, full of bronzy ovens, long tables, and bustling chefs. Upon noticing the baron they bowed their head briefly before continuing on with their work.

"You will come here first thing in the morning to collect my breakfast, then bring it to my quarters. That's where we'll be going next. The most important part of the tour: my rooms."

No, Wulfhelm certainly did not act like a man luring her into a trap. From his steady heartbeat to his confident voice, she detected no deception. Perhaps he really was just as kind as the villagers said. Maybe from now on...things could be different.

#Trying really hard not visualize Baron Harkonnen everytime I write “My Lord Baron”#But I like the sound of the title #so i keep using it #creative writing #werewolf #vampire #fancy werewolf #werewolf x vampire

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