#finally able to patch my life up bit by bit... i finally felt like i was getting normal but then this seizure had to happen and now every

[goldsbitch]

You texted...

Y/N and Lando are going through a rough patch in their relationship. Not really on speaking terms. This bad streak ends when there is a massive spider in her bathroom.

angst, one shot

The moment she spotted that creature sent from hell, everything else went out of the window. The dinner in the oven, the fact she was planning on doing a late night session in the gym, the fact her hair was still wet from the shower. The fact she and her boyfriend Lando were on "not speaking" terms.

Y/N was absolutely terrified of spiders her whole life and was never able to over come the fear by getting rid of them on her own. Lando was the one who always ever so kindly rescued her, he overtook this role her neighbor, who overtook it from her mom, who Y/N had trained to react immediately when she heard a very specific scream.

Now she was standing in her apartment, alone with nowhere to go, since her job was to stay frozen at one spot and stare at the creature, in case it moved, and not really sure who to call for help. Her best friend was the first option. Normally, it would have been her boyfriend, but something was stopping her from doing that.

"Come on, come on, come on," she whispered as she dialed her best friend living close by. "Pick up, dammit."

Finally, the tone she was praying for. "Hey, girl, what's up?"

No time for chit chat. "You have to come over now, immediately."

Her friend noticed the immediate distress and tuned herself in. "What's wrong?" she replied, sounding as she was ready to dial the police.

"There's a spider situation going on in my apartment."

"Uhm, I see," she said, more relaxed now, but still taking it seriously.

"It's huge, with like hairy legs and shit. You have to come over, now. We have a deal, remember?"

Her friend was equally terrified of mosquitoes, so they agreed that Y/N would deal with those while spider duty fell on the other lady. This has happened many many times before. Usually ended up with a nice girls evening. Ever since Lando appeared in Y/N life however, the emergency calls stopped.

"I thought Lando was around this week?" her friend asked curiously. "Not that I'm trying to get out of this, but I'm sort of like an hour away from you, so..."

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh. "Fucking hell...Yeah, we're not exactly speaking at the moment," she admitted.

"Wow, that's a first!?" her friend said, clearly surprised. "Why?"

"Look, I'd love to chat, but are you coming or not? There's no one else and I'm not calling Lando!"

"Yes, yes, I'm getting in the car, just let me say good bye to my friends here, we're having a picnic," she replied and muted voices of disapproval came from the background.

Y/N felt guilty about doing this, but she'd dropped everything she was oing for her friend many times, answered phone calls in the middle of the night even though she was an early bird. They just had this kind of friendship.

"Drive fast, please," she said, still stubborn and not about to call Lando.

//

Y/N sat there staring at the spider for good ten minuted before her friend called again.

"Ok, I'm in the car, you can talk about Lando now, keep me busy. I'm going to pass over the fact you and your boyfriend are fighting and I have no idea," she said unapologetically.

"Figured you'd be mad about that. Yeah, he's been acting like a bit of a dick..."

"But you're not broken up, right?" her friend asked, slightly worried about her favorite couple.

"No, I don't think so. I hope so," she realized, the spider in the corner becoming lesser of her problems.

"And what seems to be the problem? Did he cheat?"

"No, not that I'm aware," she replied without thinking.

"Did you cheat?" her friend asked, ready to support her in anything.

"Jesus, no. It's um...I dunno, we've just grown a bit distant. Lately it feels like I'm like at number 50 of his priorities list. It's always only racing, Quadrant, promo event this and that."

"That's shitty, yeah. Would you like to be included? I know you hate things like promo events and such."

"I do! But honestly, I miss him so much and frankly I'd like to be more included in his life somehow. Especially now that I have more time in my life."

"Does he know that?"

"No?"

Her friend let out a deep sigh. "Hm. You have to untangle that. It would be stupid to break up over that."

"Yeah, I'd hate that," she said, panic setting in.

"Text him to come. To save you from the spider. It's a nice excuse and good test. To see if he cares."

"I'm scared. What if he does not respond?"

Few moments of dramatic silence. "Well, at least you'd know."

"Yeah. Ok. Sending it." Y/N quickly typed something up, trying not to overthink it.

"What did you text?"

"Can you come over asap? I need help with a spider. It's urgent."

"Nice. Now you'll see what he does."

They stayed on the phone together for good half an hour. Catching up and distracting Y/N from the fact there was no text from Lando coming her way.

//

A doorbell rang.

"You're here already?" Y/N asked her friend, surprised by her ability to drive this fast.

"Nope, still very much far away. Did I hear a bell? Do you think it's him?"

"I dunno. I'll mute you and if it's him I'll hang up, ok?"

"Gotcha."

She opened the door with a heavy heart. What if it was not him?

But it was. Flustered Lando stood there without saying hello. The two shared a pain-filled look, neither of them enjoying this no contact streak they had.

"You came..." she said finally, ending the phone call.

"You texted..." he said dryly and in full macho mode entered her apartment without being let it. "Can you point me where?"

"That corner," she simply pointed, flushed with emotions. Happy that he came to rescue her, sad about his loveless tone and scared of what was to come after. She watched him from afar, as he skillfully took the spider and threw it out of the balcony.

"Don't say anything about him knowing his way back, please," he said, hinting on the countless debates they'd had before about Lando not wanting to kill every spider they'd encounter.

The air suddenly went very heavy. Lando casually headed to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water while trying so hard to make eye contact with her. The last time they spoke was few days prior - and it was not a nice conversation. Lots of built up emotions got out, frustrated speeches made and confusing sentences jumping one after another. Ending with Lando slamming the door on his way out.

She had no clue where to start. "So, how have you been?" she asked, not sure she was ready for his answer. He finally looked at her, and then with an annoyed eye-roll went back into staring out of the window.

Y/N threw her hands up in the air as the familiar feeling from few days ago kicked back in. "Ok fine, sorry I asked. Thank you so much for your help, truly appreciated, but if you hate being around me, just say so that we can-"

"We can what?" he cut her off, not having any of that.

"I don't know, you tell me!...I'm getting lost at trying to read you," she admitted, not even trying to hide anything from him at this point.

"I'm sorry," he said slowly. "I don't think I listened to you," he sighed before continuing, "Or more like did not hear what you were saying."

The validation felt rewarding. But she feared what would come next.

"What I heard at that moment was you not respecting my lack of time and the fact that things I'm involved in are important to me."

She took a breath and planned on interrupting him, which he noticed and tried to stop.

"Let me finish, please. But thinking about it, I figured that's not the case, and you were simply pointing out that I've been putting off spending time with you. Which you're absolutely correct. I figured since we've been going to strong lately, this would be fine. But truth is I hate this distance it created. I feel lost, uneasy and unable to focus," he blabbered something, which felt like he might have even rehearsed on the way to her. "What I'm trying to say is - do you still care enough for us to fix it?"

It felt vulnerable, raw and maybe even uncomfortable to have these kinds of talks. But this is ultimately what cements a relationship.

Feeling like he managed to destroy some of the wall they'd put up, she took few steps towards him.

"Lando, of course I do. It's not a rare event that I imagine our future life together, as a couple and one day potentially as a family. Never had this feeling before in my life. Please, let's figure out a way how to prevent the distance from happening. Things have changed now, the relationship has too. We've been together for almost two years. And my love for you has only grown."

He finally smiled, relieved that they seemed to be on the same page.

"I came right from the tennis court, left everyone behind. Would you like to go there with me? Hang out with the Quadrant squad for a bit and then have a nice dinner somewhere? I just want to spend this evening with you."

"And the night hopefully," she teased, trying to ease the mood.

"Always the night, it was absolutely horrible, knowing you're so close to me, yet having to sleep without you."

She closed the distance between them, embracing him into a hug. They bodies were more than familiar with each and it felt right to be that close. Definitely better than each of them standing in a different corner of the room.

"We still have to talk about this. I don't want our love to slip through by our fingers," she said, letting her anxiety out.

"We will. Tonight, we'll come up with a plan. Can you join me on few races later this month?" he asked, hoping for a positive answer.

"Of course, my love. I have to buy new clothes though, the cameras are savage."

He chuckled, relaxed now that he did not have to worry about having lost her. "Yes, they are."

She later call her friend to thank her for dropping everything and driving to save her, even though it was not needed in the end. Her friend was more than happy that she and Lando seemingly found the way back to each other.

She also admitted that she turned back the moment Y/N sent her text to Lando, knowing that this guy would come running anytime his girlfriend asked for help.

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[elliesdirtywifebeater]

Desperate

pairing: seattle!abby x immune!reader

CW: oral (r!receiving), degrading, cursing, dom!abby, sub!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingering, prasing, face riding, description of readers injury.

summary: you and abby encountered an ambush of infected during a patrol, and on your way to safety a runner forced you into hand to hand combat. In the heat of the turmoil you were met with a pretty nasty scratch on your abdomen. once you and abby reached a safe space she patched you up, but so much more happened than what you planned.

a/n: this is my first smut story in like 3 years so i apologize if it isnt that good😭

"fuck that was close" abby mumbled out of breath

"no fucking shit, i almost died" you huffed out as abby sat you down on a couch you guys finally found on the far end of the desolated library.

"yeah well you fucking didnt." she replied with an insolent tone that made you scoff.

"dont act like it wasnt partially your fault, if you knew where we were going this wouldnt have happened. youre so lucky i wasnt anyone else." you mumbled the last bit as you gave her a glance through your eyelashes.

Her only response was a slight mean mug.

"dont make me wipe that stupid look off your fucking face anderson."

"whatever y/n. lets just clean you up so we can get back to base."

Abby reached into her bag grabbing rags, alcohol and tape. "dont move. unless you wanna make this harder for the both of us." she stated and followed along with a smart remark "like you do any other time"

Abby kneeled down infront of you lifting your shirt up revealing a 3 inch long slight gash on your lower abdomen, with it still bleeding abby soaked a rag in alcohol and gently placed it on top of your wound.

you let out a hiss and grip abbys arm, she jolted slightly from the unexpected contact.

sunlight slowly made itself known in the library as it shone through the windows, shining down onto abby with beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Her skin had a subtle tan making her freckles look perfect, her single braid lose and messy as a few strands fell in her face.

the way your admiring her features you completely zoned out, not even feeling the pain of the pressure that was being applied to your aching stomach.

her sweaty rosey skin turned you on, her gentle yet heavy touch as she patched you up, being nothing but mear inches away from her fired you up as you feel your core heating up. just looking at her could have you finish right then and there. hurt or not all you wanted in the moment was her all over you.

as you catch yourself slipping your bottom lip between your teeth you snap out of this trance you trapped yourself in.

"fuck." you mumbled, which earned a mild concerned look from abby. "am i being too rough?" she whispered and looked up at you.

shaking your head you lightly grip your thigh digging your nails into yourself to try and fight away the disgusting thoughts you were creating.

it didnt go unnoticed as she grabbed your hand to remove it "tell me the truth y/n whats goin on with you" she tilted her head to the side slightly awaiting your reply

your eyes meet hers and all you can give in response is a longing gaze that lied within you.

abby rested her hands on your upper thigh which made your breath hitch "abby.." you spoke quiet enough for just the both of you to hear.

"aw y/n... am i making you nervous?" she questioned as her grip grew slightly stronger, causing your face to flush into a deep red.

she inched closer, mocking you as a cheap grin grew on her lips that you desired more than life itself. the things she could do to you with her mouth alone drove you absolutely insane.

you tripped over your own words before being able to speak, "n-no of course not."

the feeling she gave you was something you never felt before, you squirmed in the spot you sat in letting a small subtle whimper escape your mouth.

abbys hands began wandering your figure as she questioned you once more "why dont you use your pretty little mouth to tell me what you really want hm?"

your lips parted as you make an attempt to leave your shocked daze "abby.. please.." you say leaning forward.

abby stood up to hover over you, resting her hand on the back of the couch. she used her other to push a few fly aways behind your ear, then slowly brushing her thumb across your bottom lip.

you heart is racing and its obvious by the way your breathing picks up and how you grip the couch on either sides of you.

"youre so pathetic. already a mess and ive barely touched you." she had an alluring tone to her voice that youve never heard before.

your clit a throbbing mess, you slowly reach down your pants and towards your slit.

abby removed your hand, holding both of your wrist behind your head she shook her head softly. "be a good girl for me and tell me how bad you wanna be touched." she spoke with barely any space between our faces.

"please abby please touch me, i wanna feel good." you whimper out and seconds later you feel her lips crash against yours as if shes been craving this just as long as you have.

abby licks your bottom lip, you allow her to deepen the kiss, soft moans fill up the vacant library.

abby freed one of her hands pulling out of the kiss and grabbed your jaw. "such a fucking whore" she grumbled.

you watched her every move as she sat down next to you. "stand up for me" she stated, and you did just as she said. she sat back and examined you, bitting her lip she sat up and gently grabbed your hips "fuck your beautiful."

you rest your hands on abbys shoulders as she brought you closer.

looking down you notice abby undoing your pants as she began to pull them down. a nervous feeling develops in your stomach.

"abby.." you began to speak and abby looked up at you stopping what she was previously doing "do you want me to stop? " she asked.

"be gentle." you stated before abby continued and commented "i cant make any promises"

as abby slid your panties you looked up to hide the embarrassment in your face. you shivered at the touch of her cold fingers graze your entrance.

"youre already so wet for me baby" her thumb drew circles around your swole clit earning soft moans from you.

you grab a handful of abbys hair as her movements grew quicker "fuck anderson" you managed to spew out between moans.

your body tenses and your legs become weaker by the second as your about to finish. abby notices and pulls her hand away from your heat, you moan out but not from pleasure.

you look down at her annoyed, she meets your gaze as she lays down pulling you on top of her. "ride my face." she demanded.

a wave of shock took over your body as you sat there staring down at the blonde "w-what?" you asked.

"dont act dumb, you heard me pretty." she replied with a menacing smirk on her lips.

"but what if-" she cut you off "dont give me any excuses. just do it." abby demanded once more and you obliged.

you move yourself up abbys frame, hovering over her face with your legs wide open you couldnt believe what was going on.

you take a deep breath but it was then cut off as abby grasped your hips bringing you down onto her wanting mouth.

a loud moan left your body as abbys tongue went to town on your already throbbing cunt. trusting her tongue at a mild pace, her nose rubbing against your clit with every movement she made drove you off the edge.

you began rocking your hips in an attempt to match her rhythm. your walls began to tighten as for a second time you were reaching your climax.

the grip your thighs had around abby had grew stronger. reaching forward you rested your hand on the arm of the couch for support.

"a-abby m'gonna.." your words trailed off as an orgasm took over your body. moaning abbys name back to back as your orgasm softened.

abby swallowing every bit of you cause even more stimulation making your back arch "f-fuck thats enough" you whined out, but abby wasnt finished. she was starving, she wanted to taste you until you were in tears.

she slightly lifted you off her lips as she spoke "im not finished pretty, now why dont you wanna be a good little girl for me and take it." she had a darkness to her voice that gave you goosebumps.

without warning she slamed you down back onto her face and resumed the rapid movements she had moments ago.

your eyes slam shut down as an overwhelming feeling took over your body, your legs twitched and your breathing was heavy.

you threw your head back from all the pleasure, barely being able to get a moan out you were about to cum for a second time.

as your climax hit you were mumbling nonsense, abby was still moving swallowing you. she licked you clean, she needed every drop of you.

tapping your legs she signals you to get up and you do just that, she sat up licking her lips and gave you a look as she leaned over.

"you have no ides how long ive been waiting to do that." she whispered and you tilted your head and let a small smile creep up on your face. "yeah?" you replied.

"yeah." she spoke as she pushed hair behind your ear and placed her hand on the side of your face.

your heart was racing as she pulled you into a deep kiss.

guiding you down she hovered over you using her free hand to reach up your shirt and lightly pinch your nipples causing you to whimper in the kiss.

her cold skin against yours gave you a whole new feeling. you both pull away for air as abby spoke, "god you're amazing" she said quietly.

"i feel amazing." you replied.

you both jumped as you heard someone come in, you quickly stood up and threw on your underwear, pants and shoes in a panic. "shitshitshit why now" you mumbled annoyed.

you sat down as you finished, only for you two to be met with an equally annoyed owen. "where the hell have you two been???" he questioned, but didnt get a reply from either of you "yall should have been back 15 minutes ago what the hell" he stated.

you parted your lips to explain but he cut you off "i dont wanna hear your excuses just bring your asses" he said walking back towards the entrance.

you find yourself letting go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding as abby stood up in front of you. "jesus we've had one too many close calls today" she said with a small laugh. rolling your eyes and turning your head away abby grabs your chin forcing you to meet her gaze.

"i want you to come over later." she whispered, scared of owen hearing. you nod and she gives you a deep kiss in which you reciprocate.

abby pulls away and grabs her bag before jogging to the entrance to meet with owen.

you stand there not knowing how to comprehend what the hell just happened. all you know is that it's the best thing that's ever happened to you.

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x reader #the last of us #the last of us smut #gxg #lemon #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #tlou2 #Spotify

[mssonepiece]

You said you wanted one..

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Content~Fluff

From this poll.

You and Satoru have decided to take the next step in your relationship by moving in together. You've been dating for five years now, and after bringing it up so often you decided to shoot the bullet and ask Satoru if he really wanted to find a place to grow and start a family of your own. You were nervous asking him such a question at first but he agreed that you'd been dating so long that you might as well live together. Adding that it would be much easier to sleep in the same bed when you aren't having to travel to each others houses every night. It's been a serene few weeks breaking into the new house and creating new habits. Picking a house that suited both of your requirements was very stressful on you and finally being able to relax knowing all the furniture was in place, was everything that you needed with this move. With everything being in order, you and Satoru were able to spend days at home resting on the couch or in bed. The move has brought you together much closer than you've ever been. It felt like you didn't need anything else from life in this moment. However, Satoru walking past a pet store on his way from work couldn't help himself from getting pulled into the shop. He took his time browsing around all the fish, birds, dogs, and eventually cats that were in the back of the store. There's a range of colors to pick from of small kittens, they have to be at least 3 months old. Instantly Satoru knew that he had to bring one of these kittens home to you. He remembers how you mentioned loving animals and wanting a few of your own one day, which is only temping him to buy one more. A yellowish-orange kitten with a cream colored patch covering half of its face stretches up the glass as far at it can reach, catching Satoru attention. He can't help but let out an audible 'aw' at its actions, smiling brightly at the thoughts in his head. He takes a minute to watch all the kittens play before walking up to the staff to show them which cat he will be taking home.

You got home from working at your office job about an hour ago, deciding to unpack a few of the remaining boxes lying around the house to tidy up a bit. It’s an attempt at trying to keep yourself busy while waiting for Satoru to get home from a "hard" day of teaching, though after a while you notice it seems to be taking a little longer today than normal. It’s not long before you get tired of emptying boxes and opts for putting on a tv show to past the time instead. Half an hour later the click of the front doors lock and the footsteps of Satoru's boots pulls away your attention from the show you put on. "I'm home," He shouts in a sing-song tone. "and I got something for us!" Closing the door behind him and taking his time to take his shoes off. You lunge off the couch and walk through the living room/kitchen to where the main entrance of your newly shared home is.

"Hi baby. Whatchu get?" You try getting on your tippy-toes to look around his frontside. He was attempting to hide something in his jacket but wasn’t doing a very good job as he was revealing the surprise to anyone in front of him. Satoru giggles, doing his best to not just show the cute kitten he's got on his detour to his lover. "Hey!" dragging out the 'y' when he still doesn’t show you what he's hiding. "Show me already Satoru!" You grab onto his sleeve, starting a small tug of war with him and his arm. Finally you pull him to face your direction with all your might, all he says is a quick 'tada' before presenting the small orange kitten to you in his large hands. "Oh my god.." Your jaw drops for a moment. Before you can register what's going on you're grabbing the kitten out of Satoru's hands.

"Be careful!" He jokes.

"I know. Oh my god Toru. I can't believe this! I've literally been wanting an orange cat for so long!" The smile on your face is more than worth it to Satoru.

"The worker said that this was one of their favorite cats in the store and she's such a little cuddle bug." Satoru laughs at the employees words, enjoying the view of the new responsibility. "She was climbing all over me on the walk home. She's a cutie, just like you sweetie."

"Aww. Really? That's so cute!" Your smiling so hard its starting to hurt but your certain your already in love with this kitten Satoru got. "I love her!" Cuddling the kitten up to your face you feel her purring lightly. Satoru feels a rush of heat flow through him as he watches his girlfriend with the small animal. His smile is also starting to hurt his face but he doesn’t care.

"What should we name it?" Satoru grabs your waist and pulls you into him. He has the perfect view of his girl and his kitty.

"It! Satoru!" You pet the kitten comfortingly as if it understood Satoru's comment. He rolls his eyes, giggling at the face you make and taking the chance to pull you closer. "We should name her.. hmm" You look down at the kitten to see if it'll ignite any ideas in your brain. "How about-"

"How about we name it Suguru?" Satoru chuckles.

"Shut up. We aren't naming her Suguru." You roll your eyes which only making Satoru laugh larger. "We need to pick a cute name, not our dead best friends babe." He juts out his bottom lip. He looks so cute that it makes you laugh. Your laugh always makes Satoru's heart do cartwheels, it makes him feel lightheaded knowing that he's the one making you laugh or smile. He drops his head to your shoulder, nuzzling his face into your neck. The kitten puts its small paws on his face, causing another cute laugh from you. "Aww, you look so cute together." He smiles at your comment, bringing one hand up from your waist to pet the kitten. "Let's name her Honey. Because her furs the color of honey, and she's super sweet." There's no response, you only feel Satoru nod and his hair tickling you from in your neck. You're sure you haven't dropped the smile from your face since Satoru walked through the door. Who would have guess he would have gotten you the kitten you've been wanting to get yourself for years. You always put it off due to work, worried that you wouldn't be home enough to actually take care of a kitten. Now with Satoru around it will be much easier to raise an animal. His warm breath against your neck and collar bones is relaxing, and the view of him petting and admiring your new kitten is causing butterflies in your stomach. You let out a satisfied hum as it seems life could never be better than it is now. Finally moving in with your long-term boyfriend, having a beautiful home, a stable job, and now a new pet to top it off. It truly feels like you are starting a family with Satoru after all these years..

Would y'all be interested in a part 2?

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[freyyzu]

SEE YOU AGAIN SOON

it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.

a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always

“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.

“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.

“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”

The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.

Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.

“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”

Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”

Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.

“Why don’t we take a picture together?”

The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”

“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”

“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”

You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”

There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”

Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.

Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.

The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.

The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.

His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.

“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”

“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.

An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.

“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.

At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.

“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.

Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.

If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.

“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.

“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.

“Thank you.”

The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.

“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.

“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”

He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.

“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”

‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.

You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.

And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.

It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.

‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.

A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.

[ could you send me that picture, please?

i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]

[ Of course. ]

Comes his instantaneous response.

He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.

[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]

Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.

With you.

And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.

[ As will I. ]

#Our Life #Our Life: Beginning and Always #Baxter Ward #Baxter Ward x Reader #Baxter Ward x MC #i was smiling so much through his whole dlc i gave myself a headache #i genuinely can't put into words how much i adore this game #the characters #and how much i'll miss it #thank you for all the adventures #and i look forward to Now and Forever in the future!

[ultralightpoe]

Blood of my Blood- Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: This is my first Aemond imagine. There will be a couple more  parts  (not long of a wait since I have already started the next part). Any hate will not be tolerated but I do hope you guys like it. Reader is written as a female. I do take requests so feel free to send some in.

Warnings: Smut, a little angst, beginning of a deranged Aemond. Next part will be terrifying for him 

Word Count: 3,328 (lmao. I went hard on this one) 

Description: Aemond falls in love with a woman already married. Not that anything ever gets in his way. 

Part 2     Part 3

            Life had been dull. That was the best word Aemond had been able to use to explain his life. Dull, empty, utterly useless. 

            He was the second born son, fourth born child. Even if something happened to his spoiled sister he would still not be a contender for the throne. There were her shit kids, and then his brother, then whatever heir his brother would provide. 

           Aemond could only really be thought of as useless. 

           So he trained, fought, and killed. Over and over and over. Any days he spent at Kings Landing were in the gardens listening to his older sister talk to herself and or barging in on council meetings in order to make something of himself.

          Dull, boring. The only thing he truly loved was flying with Vhagar. 

         But then…..then there was you.  

          The sun was shining the day you arrived, it had left a soft sheen of sweat across his skin that the wind dried off when he took Vhagar out for a bit of freedom that day, he liked to make sure she got her flight in everyday. The bastards could think he stole her all they want, but a dragon chooses its rider just as they choose their dragon. It’s a calling. 

         Vhagar was his, and he knew that she desperately craved an early morning flight everyday. 

          He had returned earlier that morning than normal, there was a lord to be arriving to court and it was important that the entire royal family be there. That included his older sister Rhaenyra coming, and whenever she was there his mother was intense on how late he was. It was best never to be late. 

         He had taken a seat next to his sister, still smelling like the morning breeze from his ride, doing his best to drone out his older sister mumbling under her breath. “Sunlight trapped by a falcon.”

           He avoids his mothers pointed glare and the wretched smell coming from his brother, he also avoids his half sister's entire family on his other side, which leaves him to stare forward. Which was fine, anyone not in his direct family had an issue looking at his face, the patch unsettling to them all. Weak bastards. 

             Soon enough they were announcing the lord and everyone stood out of respect, his father struggling on the throne and groaning in pain as he tried to stand tall. 

              The lord, a middle aged man with a messy beard and a beer gut, walked in with a gloating smile. His large hammer strapped to his back and his house crest stood out against the ugly colors of his house. The crest was a falcon, the colors green and red. Disgusting. 

            But his breath stops short when you come in, you…..you, you , you you. 

             Aemond could not breath, his spine going rigid as his eye catches you walking behind the lord with an older female using you to help her walk as well. 

            You kept your gaze to the ground, refusing to look up even when Aemond was mentally begging you to.  Please just look up, please let me see your face-

            Then you did, and it felt like every breath he had taken before this moment merely helped him survive, but this………looking at you was breathing. His lungs filled with air and his chest easing. You were air, fresh air. The air while flying a dragon, wild and clean and -

             “-I would also like to introduce to the king my lady wife, Y/n Borlis. Now lady of-” And all Aemond was able to hear from that point on was a harsh ringing in his ears. 

             He debated killing the man, one swing of his sword and he would marry you and-

                It was like you finally heard his thoughts, lifting your head and making contact with him. A feeling of shame crossed through him, making his mouth water with nausea as he awaited you to look at him with disgust. Just as everyone did. 

But you didn’t. 

You didn’t look away. Not for a second. 

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               His mother thought it was weird how attached Aemond was to you. She fought it quite a bit. 

               You had been married 2 months ago, an alliance was necessary for your husband to get men and win a battle. He had, and now he was parading around the castle as if he was a god, if gods were drunken disgusting bastards. 

               He would never have won that battle without your fathers men. So you should have been getting the attention.  But it seemed no one cared for you. 

               You spent your afternoons with his grandmother, sewing and listening. You didn’t say a word and anytime he spotted you in the gardens you never smiled.

            You had been there for 2 weeks before he was even able to catch a word from you. But he did. 

            He planned the day perfectly, instead of taking Vhagar for a morning flight he stalled until the sun was already up. That way when he landed he would be able to walk through the gardens right as you-

           Perfect timing, just as he was taking a glove off and sauntering through the garden you were helping your husband's grandmother out. Aemond thought the woman was absolutely wretched, although he thought this of mostly everyone. 

           But from the conversations he had eavesdropped on he knew he was ready to kill the old hag. She spent her hours lecturing you, about your weight and your lack of children and your lack of blah blah blah. 

          What was it her fucking business? To him you were absolutely perfect and it was so much better that you weren’t pregnant.  

         “Lady Mirva, Lady Y/n….” He says softly, bending his head out of respect but he makes sure to angle himself to you and only you. 

           He notices how his grandmother pinches your arm harshly while you both curtsy, mumbling out a soft “My prince.” 

            He clenches his fist, desperate to grab his sword and swing it at the old hags neck. He would take you and run to the throne room and beg for your hand and- shit. You were watching him. 

             “How is the sun treating you today?” He casts a slight look to the old hag, who had covered most of her skin. 

               “Oh, it is quite  perfect prince. We are very blessed for your father to have-”

              “I believe I was asking Lady Y/n.” He snaps, arms pulling to meet each other behind his back as both fists clench in anger. 

               He sees the old lady look shocked, and you look absolutely terrified. But he had planned this. “Lady Mirva, it is far too hot for you to be outside in the gardens today, and I’m sure my dearest sister could use the company. My guards can escort you to her-”

              “That would be wonderful, my prince.” She nods, leaving you to him….finally. 

               “I should go with my-” You begin, and Aemond feels a burst of energy in your voice. 

            “No! Please. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed our gardens, please allow me to escort you…” He holds an arm out, hand shaking a little as he does. Desperate to touch your skin, and he feels like fainting when you grab onto his hand, walking with him through the gardens. 

         “It is an honor, My Prince-”

         “Aemond. You must call me Aemond.” 

            “Oh I possibly could not-”

            “You must. An order, I’m afraid.” He teases, internally screaming when you crack a small smile and chuckle a little.  

         “Well if the prince demands it….Aemond it is.” 

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              He had made that his daily routine, trapping his sister with the old hag every morning while he spent time with you. He was desperate to spend every possible second with you. He began sitting at your table during meal times. He would meet you outside your chambers in the morning and escort you to breakfast. Then you began walking with him to greet Vhagar in the mornings before going to see your husband. 

             Your disgusting ass of a husband. 

               Aemonds day wasn’t complete unless he had imagined a hundred different ways to murder that man, especially when he saw your bruises and tear stained face in the mornings. He was desperate to kill that man, to watch the blood leak from his body. 

               You had been in kings landing for 2 months, and spent nearly every open second with him, any second your husband didn’t drag you away from him.

               He fully had you in the early hours of a rainy morning. 

                 It had been storming all night, and he had just gotten back from trying to scout an enemy on the shores. His first stop was to get to you. 

                  He had knocked on the doors, not really bothering to care that it was far too early in the morning and the sun hadn’t even come up yet. You didn’t answer. Not surprising considering the time. But he persisted, and you still didn’t answer. His heart beat through his lungs and he dismissed the guards, barging through the doors. 

                  He was ready to throw up, if something had happened to you he would slaughter anyone in reach and tear the world apa-

                    And then he saw you. In your bathing chambers, sobbing and scrubbing at your body. Your skin was red and screaming, blood dripping from the spots you had scrubbed far too much. 

                    He called your name, or at least he thought he did but you didn’t look at him, you simply kept scrubbing. Sobs racked your body as you kept the movement going, and Aemond was reaching to stop you. 

                     “Hey hey hey. Easy now.” He orders as his arms encircle you, a scream ripping from your lips as you struggle until you recognize his scent and hair. 

                        “Aemond-” You whisper, looking at him. He feels his heart shatter. Your neck was once again covered in bruises and it seems you’ve been scrubbing at your skin for hours. “Aemond, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

                  You kept sobbing as you wrapped around him, your entire body exposed to him as the anger began talking over. “What do you have to be sorry about?”

               “I’m sorry. I’m sorry-” He wanted to cradle your head, and kiss away all the pain. He wanted to comfort you, but he needed to know what the problem was to fix it. So he takes a hand, gripping your chin and making you look into his eye, his other arm pulling you out of the water and bringing you to his chest. 

               “What do you have to be sorry about? What does my little bird ever have to be sorry about?” He whispers, rubbing from your jaw to your chin, eyes pleading. “Tell me. Tell me all your worries and let me kill them.”

               “I am trying. I swear it. I’m trying to bear a ch-”  He looked away, he couldn’t possibly hear it. You were hurting yourself over that? Over bearing that fool a bastard that didn’t deserve you?

               “Enough.” It’s nearly silent, his throat too locked up for much sound to come out. 

                 You seem to take the order as a rejection and your body lunges away from him with another sob, he’s quick to snatch you back to him. “No. No easy, look at me.”

              “I’m sorry Aemond-”

                 “Enough. Don’t be sorry. You do not need to be sorry.” He sneers, pulling your forehead against his as his hands grip your jaw, your own clinging to his tunic. “Please don’t be sorry. Please don’t.”

               The kiss that follows is gentle, for just a moment, before he is devouring you. He drags his lips across yours before biting down in an effort to mark you, fresh air filling his lungs even though you hadn’t broken from the kiss. 

               You’re tugging him in, seemingly trying to mold your body to his own as he tugs your hair and deepens the kiss even more. He’s taking steps to the bed in the middle of your room, hands grasping everywhere he can possibly touch while also trying to keep you as close as he possibly can. 

                He’s ripping his tunic off as he presses you into the bed, moaning as you bite down on his lip before pulling away to pull the fabric over his head. You whine and grasp at him from the lack of contact, pulling a smug smile from him as he tugs at his pants and boots. “I just need to-”

                “Aemond please.” He feels a tug at his ribcage, looking at you in this moment of desperation. Your eyes were still leaking tears and you were sniffling as you reached for him once more, hands rubbing up his chest until they got to his neck and hair, grasping at anything you possibly can. “This is dishonorable-”

             “I know.” He answers, chest expanding as he leans closer.  “I can leave.”

             “NO!” You gasp out, reaching to grab him and stroke, his breath catching in his throat. He couldn’t breathe, he needed you, he needed to marry you and care for you and to take- “Please Aemond.” 

         “You….. you need to say it.” He whispers, hand reaching to stop your wrist, kissing along your cheek softly. “Please just say it little bi-”

           “Make me yours Aemond.” And now he was a crazed man. 

             Before he can even grasp his own thought process he has you pressed into the bed, one hand reaching to rub your folds, drawing a moan from you. His left hand comes up to hold your jaw as he pulls you in for another intense kiss. 

             “On any other day,” He gasps out, voice barely a whisper. “I would spend hours in between your legs, a feast for me, but today we do not have time and I need you-”

             And you laugh, a light airy laugh that has a wide smile covering his own face as he finally thrusts into you. 

                  He takes a second to let you adjust, your chests pressed together as he grunts and feels you. You were still so tight, and he tried not to let the pride take over at the fact that he was stretching you so far. 

               “All those nights your shit husband takes you and you’re still this tight- gods, you were made for me.” His words draw a moan from you as your hips move up in a desperate attempt to make him move. “Yeah? You like when I say that? How you were made just for me?”

          “Uh huh-” You gasp out, back arching as he begins moving his hips in slow but deep thrusts. 

             “Good. Because you were made for me. Your soul to match mine and your body mine to fuck. He doesn’t deserve you, no one fucking deserves you.” He speeds up, his thrusts getting faster and harder as you cling to him, lifting you both so he is on his knees with you splayed across his thighs, bouncing you on his member. 

                The sound of skin slapping and wet squelching filled the room as he began grunting, one hand tight around your waist while the other hand that had been rubbing your clit moves up your body to softly rub at the harsh bruises on your neck. 

                 “One day I will strangle him to match. I’ll hurt him just as he fucking hurt you. I’ll. Kill. Him.” And that was your undoing. He watched in amazement as you came around him, a loud moan falling from your lips as your head fell back and your nails dug into his shoulders and back. 

                  “My king-” You moaned, and he was right behind you, filling you up without a second thought. “My king….my king….. My brilliant masterful king.”

                 He’s kissing your neck softly as he lays you both back onto the bed, your arms still wrapped tightly around him. “I can fix this…. Let me fix this for you….”

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                He spent every morning with you after that, coming in  the early hours before the sun was close to coming up, right after your husband left you every night. 

                 He would bathe with you, washing you clean before taking you in the bath and then again in the bed. He kept to his promise of feasting on you, every morning, before taking you and claiming you as his. Your moans filled him with a purpose and your smile gave him something to live for. 

                He was your lover. He was your soulmate. 

               It had been five days since he saw you, out on a bullshit search that dragged him away from you. What if that idiot hurt you? What if something happened and he wasn’t there? What if-

               “I believe we are ready to head back, My Prince.” A soldier mumbles, bowing to Aemond from where he stood on the sand. Aemond looks to Vhagar, his dragon already looking to kings landing in a yearning stare. 

             “I know, girl. I know.” He mutters, climbing up to the saddle. “To Y/n.”

                The dragon knew what to do instantly, taking off in a flight to the castle you would be in, ready to see you again. 

               Aemond had taken you to ride Vhagar countless times and it seemed to have paid off. 

               When he lands he’s going to your chambers, ignoring his mothers calls, his only thought of you. 

                 He nods to the guards, walking in after they turn away and he searches for you. It’s not a long search, he finds you sitting on your bed. You’re staring out the window, looking at the dragonpit. 

                 “Were you watching me return for you, my little bird?” He teases, waltzing up to you and kissing your neck, his arms wrapping around you. You instantly melt into him, hands gripping his own but you refuse to look his way.

              “Look at me.” He whispers, though he already knows what he will see when you do. Just as he predicted, a split lip and eyes filled with tears. He moves to let go, already having a plan to march to where he is and rip out that fools tongue. 

                 You’re quick though, hands already grasping his and keeping him to you. “Aemond no.”

                  “No no no. Don’t tell me no. I’m going to kill him- I will-”

                 “I’m pregnant.” You mumble, a sob escaping your lips. “Aemond I’m pregnant.” 

                   He’s at a loss for words, nothing to say. 

                “Aemond I’m pregnant…….”

                  “Why are you sad? This…..This is what you needed.” He tries to sound happy for you, but the thought of losing you to a babe has his chest tightening, it was getting hard to breathe. “I…..We need to get the royal maesters to treat you….. You need the best care-”

                  “I’m not royal Aemond.” You remind, pulling him to sit with you on the bed.  “I’m not allowed access.”

            “I’ll get you the fucking access.” He snarls. “You need someone who knows what they are doing. You could die-”

           “They are going to kill me, Aemond.” You mumble. 

             “Not if we get you to the royal ma-”

              “Not the babe you fool. I will be beheaded for adultery.” You snap, thumb rubbing at his scar as you slip the patch off. It had been a long time since you had first seen his sapphire eye, and whereas he expected you to turn away disgusted you had simply spent the next two hours treating him like a king. 

               “No.” It’s the only word he can process while you shake your head. “I won’t let them- this will not-”

              “There is a strong chance it’s yours-” His chest expands with pride at the thought, only for his breath to leave his lungs as he realizes the truth. 

            The babe could be his, and if it came out looking like him you would be hung or beheaded. This Targaryen could kill you.

Will the baby be Targaryen??????? Tune in for Part 2 

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader

[immajustvibehere]

Unspoken Fascination

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!Reader

Summary: You observe Arthur as he sleeps. You can't help but note all his little imperfections. But despite them, you love him deeply.

tags: slight (very slight) angst? Maybe. Fluffy. Self-indulgent.

1100 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

"He isn't the most beautiful", you tried to convince yourself. But even thinking that made your stomach turn a bit. Though it is true! You just needed to look at him.

"In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,

for they in thee a thousand errors note;

But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,

Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote;..."

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, you felt yourself lost in the sight of Arthur. His broad frame leans against a tree, his hat resting in his lap, held in place by one of his big hands. Exhaustion had finally claimed him. You had been talking about your day and despite his weariness, he had been listening for a long time, nodding and mumbling affirmations. Now, you had the chance to observe him.

Aside from his soft snores, there was the rustling of the leaves in a gentle breeze. You were a few yards away from camp. Just near enough to hear people talking, but far enough to not being able to make out about what they were going on about.

Arthur's hair were unkempt and dry. You wondered when the last time was he had used a comb. A closer look revealed that it was also unevenly cut. Perhaps Arthur had tried to cut some himself, or the last barber hadn't done such a good job. Strands of his hair pricked his inner ear and you wondered if they didn't tickle him. His beard, too, was trimmed unevenly. It was shorter on his right face half. A small patch under his chin seemed to have been overlooked during his recent trimming session, adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance.

You wondered when Arthur had stopped caring too much about his appearance. He always wore the same shirt, the blue one. A button was missing and the area around Arthur's hips, where he habitually crammed the shirt inside his patched working pants, was visibly soiled. Years worth of sweat, dirt and blood had worked its way into the fabric of the shirt. You know that he sometimes gave it up to have it washed, but he'd never part from it entirely, despite its worn-out state.

There was dried blood on his boots, and dirt under his fingernails. You looked at his hands. There was something intriguing about them. They had snapped so many necks and pulled the trigger to kill more times than you could even fathom. His skin looked so dry, his fingers calloused. They weren't made for soft touch but for hard work.

As your gaze travelled upward, you couldn't help but notice the various marks and signs of a life lived on Arthur's face and neck. His shirt, unbuttoned and revealing his weathered skin, showcased a distinct tan line around his neck. It spoke of countless hours spent beneath the scorching sun. On the nose, deformed from being broken multiple times, was a mild sunburn. Arthur's lips were chapped. They always were like that, you'd know, because you look at them quite often. And then there was this ugly, fading bruise on his cheek from a bar fight a couple of days ago.

A man, so much older than you, and marked by a harsh and brutal life. A man that had stopped caring about a clean shave or a fresh shirt and a nice haircut some time after he and Mary walked different paths. And - you tilted your head and squinted at him - in a way not the most handsome. His appearance bore the weight of exhaustion and melancholy. His fingertips black with either blood, dirt or pencil stains from sketching in his journal.

"Fuuuck", you mumbled, letting your head dangle.

It didn't matter.

You could pick on Arthur's imperfections as long as you liked, you knew it wouldn't help. As you wrestled with your own internal struggles, torn between your fear of rejection and the undeniable feelings you held for Arthur, you couldn't deny the depth of your emotions. You were desperate to get over this silly crush. No matter how much you may criticize or dissect Arthur's scars, hoarse voice, or any other aspect, it didn't change the fact that you loved him.

His messy hair looked perfect after a ride or even when his sweat made it stick to the back of his neck. The strands that pricked his ears looked cute and you wanted nothing more than to put them behind his ear with your finger. His hands, as rough and calloused they were, could draw the most beautiful pictures. They were capable of those small, delicate crafts. Arthur picked flowers and cleaned his guns like his hands had the agility of a child. And God knows you loved every scar and bruise, you would kiss them until he begged you to stop. Your fingers would run through his beard and you didn't mind the dirty shirt, because you knew it was his favourite.

Your heart shattered when you saw him sad and exhausted, but in his sleep his features were relaxed. This man had every reason to be sad and contemplative, he sure had. Sometimes, you overheard the small comments he made when he looked into a mirror. Please, you would do anything to be the person to tell him that everything will be alright and that he's neither old nor ugly, that you want to hug him and appreciate even the smallest wrinkle on his face.

It was his rough exterior that you loved. Because when you looked closer, it wasn't that rough at all. Every scar told a story, and you wanted to hear them all.

"Yer aspleep?"

Your head shot up and you were met by those beautiful blue eyes that glowed in the evening sun.

"No - I was just thinking."

"That so?", Arthur gave a half-smile and you melted. To see that smile more often you would walk straight through hell without a complaint. He stood up and stretched his tired limbs, looking down on you.

"Yer hungry?"

"Depends. I don't think I can do Pearson's stew again. He talked about a new ingredient and...well, I bet my boots taste better.

Arthur laughed, reaching out with his hand to help you up. You had been right, it was rough and calloused, but warm. And it engulfed your hand entirely, you felt so protected you were disappointed when he let it go again.

"Wanna head to the saloon then? My treat", Arthur offered.

"Only if I can pay a couple of beer later", you grinned.

"'Course. Wouldn't want it any other way", Arthur agreed.

There was no way you would simply get over this crush. Maybe some alcohol will lose your tongue and give you some courage to tell the man how much you really loved him.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr #rdr fanfiction #arthur morgan x gn reader

[art3misg33k]

i see ur most recent post and obviously i have to ask abt trent

My favorite character right out the gate lets go!!

(Ok wow this got sooo long I am sorry)

Starting with my personal takes & headcanons Trent is so nonbinary to me. They give such vibes of being like “idk man I’m just existing” as well as at first thinking they just really didn’t care about gendered stuff bc society is stupid about it but then realized just how deep those feelings were. I also love just any headcanon of Trent not being cis in general. The gender queer vibes are so strong with that one. In terms of sexuality I’m really not sure? I think they’re to multiple genders but idk in what way. Bi, Pan, and Unlabeled are the ones I’m stuck between.

On a slightly more analytical note in I think in Island they are well showcased as a nice chill person but also having the capacity to stand their ground and be intimidating (that one scene with Cody).

I don’t think they’re really good with social queues and may be a bit gullible seeing how things went down with Heather. On the outside has that mysterious energy but can be a real goober when you get to know them. Insane silliness potential that was wasted in my opinion.

Crossing into the semi-headcanon but also canon implied type stuff is their neurodivergence. In TDA it’s obvious that Trent has some neurodivergent tendencies. I personally think OCD and autism. I hate the way it was handled, not because they gave Trent these traits in the first place but how they framed them as a crazy person. That treatment was definitely very damaging to Trent and most likely made them go to heavily masking, even more so than before. Being pitied so much also felt incredibly frustrating to them.

The way that Trent was launched into fame right after a messy breakup on international television definitely made things worse. They seemed like they were thriving while the band was together but in reality they were only being seen for their music and not who they really are, pointedly ignoring their neurodivergence, flaws or any wrongdoing on their part. It hurt seeing how they were treated so horribly when it came to their mental health but as soon as they started singing they were suddenly this sweet, emotional, amazing guy.

And in terms of my headcanon they were also dealing with a ton of dysphoria being seen a guy in the Drama Brothers because they were closeted. I personally think that they had only found out a couple of months before Island so they weren’t comfortable telling anybody yet. They felt like they could tell someone close like Gwen eventually but didn’t want to come out on tv so they said nothing. I think in the days between the finale and TDA Trent became afraid again not wanting to ruin things with Gwen in fear of her being upset that they wouldn’t be the cool talented boyfriend that she expected. On the Aftermath they didn’t really have anyone truly there for them only having those who pitied them or who thought they were an awful person, leaving them isolated not just about dysphoria but just their existence in general.

I do believe that between TDA and WT as well as onwards that Trent was able to build a genuine friendship with Justin, Harold, and Cody despite how messy things got with the band at times. Unintentionally they started unmasking a bit around them closer to when WT started and when they weren’t met with judgement (maybe a bit that was just genuine misunderstanding that got corrected but still) Trent was starting to more and more feel like they could be themself. (Back to more headcanony for a sec) After WT Trent came out to the three of them and was met with acceptance! From there Trent is able to progressively come out more and more from their shell and from the closet to more people!

Also hopefully patching things up and becoming friends with Gwen eventually but that’s just like a wish I have

I think I just unintentionally typed out a whole outline of what I think their life is instead of just my opinion on them in general but yeah.

Some random headcanons!!:

- (Stolen from Courtney-deserved-better) A lot of people think that Trent looks so cool and mysterious but in actuality they are usually just zoned out

- Biggest sensory issues are with sound. They’d go insane without headphones/earbuds bc the music is nice and their noise as opposed to how horribly loud life can be (Kinda projecting on this one but it makes sense for them so shhh)

- Listens to most genres but especially the ones within the general indie/alternative umbrella. A good amount of ppl think that they only listen to mainstream pop type stuff so when they’re with Trent and some darker/depressing type shit like CSH comes on from one of Trent’s playlists they are so surprised.

- Likes some of what the Drama Brothers made but a lot of their brand was pushed into them by producers and the whole band kinda hated how fake things felt at times. After WT they manage to get away from that company and the band gets a lot more creative freedom making what they want. (Also changing the band name eventually bc of Trent if we’re talking in a world with my nb headcanon. Not sure when or if Trent would publicly come out but if not before the name change then they all just make something up about rebranding)

About ships! - I personally love tons of td ships being a massive multi shipper, especially with characters that are my faves (With an exception of Raj I don’t rlly see him with anyone but Bowie). Gwent was the first ship I ever got into with Total Drama and it has a special place in my heart. It’s not my absolute favorite but I still love seeing them together and au’s where they actually work things out healthily during Action or where Action and or TD didn’t happen. I love a lot of other ones too like Trustin and Trody and a lot more! I think my favorite Trent ship may actually be Trenoah, it’s really my favorite rare pair. Ik they didn’t really interact but the POTENTIAL!! They would play off of each other so well and ahhh dude I think I’d need to make a separate post just taking about those two

And that’s the basics of my thoughts on Trent! (well maybe not the basics but trust me it’s not all that I have to say about them).

I think in the future I’ll make a post about what I think their potential backstory is bc I got carried away and didn’t rlly cover that here. @ashyjingles if you want me to @ you in that just let me know!

#long post #like seriously #i went overboard #i am so sorry #but like they’re my fave I can’t help but ramble like I’ve gone mad #total drama #tdi #tda #total drama action #total drama island #trent total drama #td trent

[bieachella]

Wants and Needs | dbf!joel miller x reader (pt. 2)

warnings: age difference (reader is a high school graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, kissing, lots and lots of kissing, joel likes to kiss, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, a lot of pet names, praise, slow burn kinda maybe idk, alcohol use (pt.1), fluff if u squint, unprotected p in v sex, joel doesn’t pull out, ever, they’re very horny

summary: idk how to summarize they fuck

word count: 3k

a/n: i’ve literally never written smut in my life so bare with me here and ik the gif is javi but idc

You sat beside him in silence, seeking comfort in his warmth, trying to drown out the music that was playing obnoxiously loud.

As you feel yourself starting to drift off, you suddenly jolt awake upon glancing at the wooden clock hanging above the fireplace. It reads 1:45 AM, and you can't believe how late it is. "Jesus," you mutter to yourself in surprise. You turn to Joel and half-whisper, half-amused, "Where do old people get all this stamina from," It was more of a rhetorical statement than an actual question.

Joel playfully puts his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. He scoffs and says, "if they're old, then what am I, baby?"

Baby.

Baby.

You chuckled at his response and playfully nudged him with your elbow. "You're not old, Joel.” you said with a smile. The tension was growing thicker and the wet patch in your underwear was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Fuck. You need him so bad.

“I’m glad you think so. But, be careful, might’ not be able to keep up with your youthful energy.” He teased

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the desire that was building inside you. You wanted him to take you right there for everyone to see. You wanted to feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours.

You leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. "I think you have more energy than you let on," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Joel's eyes darkened with lust as he took in your words. He leaned in closer to you, his face just inches from yours. "Yeah?" he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Of course, Joel pulled away.

Fucking tease.

As Joel pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and frustration. His sudden change in demeanor had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to back off. Was it the alcohol? Had he suddenly realized something? Did he no longer find you attractive?

The music died down, and you felt an overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and disappear. In an attempt to shake off the awkwardness, you got up to start cleaning up the mess left by the guests to deal with in the morning.

Joel just watched.

HIs eyes burning holes through your body.

You tried your best to ignore his intense gaze and focused on tidying up the room. But every time you looked up, you caught him staring at you. It was making you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

“What, Joel?” You said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. You roll your eyes as he stands from the couch and makes his way toward you.

As he approaches you, he stops just inches away, and you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. You notice the tent in his pants pressing against your lower back as he leans in to whisper something, but then he hesitates, leaving you hanging in anticipation. He reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling away. You’re left feeling both frustrated and confused as he turns and walks away, leaving you standing alone. You can't help but question his motives and wonder why he's playing games with you. Your heart races as you try to make sense of the situation.

As your eyelids grow heavy, you decide it's time to retire for the night. You tip-toe up the eerie staircase, and your gaze meets the enormous taxidermied deer head.

You mutter "Jesus, fuck" under your breath. Your bare feet softly padded along the wooden floors, and as you passed by Joel's room, you noticed the door creaking open

You pause, feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. You know you shouldn't be snooping around, but the open door beckons you forward. You take a step toward the room, your heart pounding in your chest. You peer inside, your eyes adjusting to the dim light.

Joel's room is surprisingly neat, with a neatly made bed and a few scattered sweatshirts on the floor.

“No one’s ever taught’ya to knock?” A voice suddenly interrupts you, causing you to jump in surprise. You turn around to see Joel standing behind you, you can’t make out the look on his face, but god, did he look sexy. His black t-shirt clung to his biceps and his grey sweatpants accentuated the imprint of his cock.

Despite your initial shock, you can't help but feel a jolt of attraction run through you. You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.

"Uh, sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to intrude," you say, feeling a bit embarrassed for being caught after the little moment you had downstairs.

Joel chuckles softly, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously.

You feel a flutter in your chest as he moves closer, his scent filling your senses. You try to focus on something else, anything else, but your mind keeps drifting back to how close he is to you. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the magnetic pull between you is almost tangible.

“What would your daddy say? Huh? If he saw his little girl sneaking around his best friend's bedroom.” Joel whispers softly in your ear, his voice imbued with a gentle southern drawl. You hadn’t noticed until that moment but he had you pinned up against the wall, right by his designated room. You just stare at him, in complete shock at his words.

You can feel the blush creeping up your neck as you try to come up with a response. Joel's playful tone and the mischievous glint in his eyes make it hard for you to tell if he's joking or not.

Was he teasing you? Seriously?

Two can play that game.

You clear your throat and try to sound casual as you reply, "Well, my dad's not here,” tracing a finger up and down his chest, “And I'm not sure he'd be too happy if he saw you getting too comfortable with his daughter." A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, hoping that your tone comes off as flirtatious rather than confrontational.

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, and then a slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, stepping closer to you. "And what would he do if he found out?"

You feel your heart rate pick up as Joel leans in, his breath hot on your neck. You try to keep your cool as you tilt your head back to look up at him. "Well, I don't think he'd be too pleased," you say with a coy smile.

Joel chuckles softly, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Well, I guess we'll just have to make sure he never finds out, won't we?"

‘I guess so.” You say with a familiar smirk.

Frustrated with the proximity, you reach up to tangle your fingers in Joel's hair, pulling him down to capture his lips with your own.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a rush of excitement coursing through your body. Joel's hands are warm on your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you can feel the hard muscles of his chest pressing against your own.

He slips his tongue in your mouth and you respond eagerly, exploring each other's mouths with increasing passion. Your heart is racing, and you can feel the heat between your bodies growing.

Eventually, you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. You stare into each other's eyes, trying to catch your breath, “Fuck.” he mutters, and it feels like the tension between you has only grown stronger.

Joel takes your hand and leads you into his dimly lit room, not breaking the kiss once, sitting down, and pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him, your legs on either side of his hips and you can feel his painfully hard cock when you grind your body against his crotch.

He lets out a small groan.

As the kiss continues, you can feel Joel's hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel yourself getting more and more wet. He slips his hand into the waistband of your shorts and strokes your wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet, baby. All f’me?” The words fumble out of Joel’s mouth.

You moan in response to Joel's words, feeling your body respond eagerly to his touch. As his fingers continue to stroke you, you arch your back and press your body closer to his. You can feel the heat building between your legs, and you know that you're close to the edge.

Joel breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a wicked grin. "Wanna taste you," he says, his voice husky with desire. Without waiting for a response, he flips you onto your back, pulling your shorts and panties down, tossing them onto the floor.

He trails up your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, leaving bruises that will undoubtedly be visible in the morning, he kisses his way up to your leaking cunt.

“Fuck. Been dreamin’ ‘bout this pussy.” Joel breathes out, hot breath sending waves of pleasure to your sensitive clit. As he buries his face between your legs, you let out a gasp. “Gotta be quiet baby, would be a shame if anyone heard you moanin’ in my bed.” God, he’s relentless. His tongue is hot and insistent, tracing patterns over your clit and sliding deep inside you. You grip the sheets, trying to find some stability as pleasure washes over you.

You writhe under his touch, “ Quit.” He breathes out, pushing your hips down and tracing his spare hand up your torso, squeezing your breasts under the thin tank top you’d been wearing all night. You moan as Joel brings you to the peak of pleasure, his skilled tongue not missing a beat. You can feel the tension building inside of you, a heat spreading throughout your entire body. Your breathing becomes ragged, and you feel like you're about to lose control.

Suddenly, Joel pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath and on the edge of release. You look down at him, confused, but he just smiles up at you wickedly. "Not yet, baby," he says, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply.

You taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to make you more aroused. Joel grinds his hard cock against your thigh, and you can feel how much he wants you. "Please," you whisper, unable to hold back any longer.

‘Gotta tell me what’cha want babygirl.”

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of desire coursing through your body. "Want your cock, Joel,” You manage to breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper. You see Joel’s eyes darken with desire despite lying in the dimly lit room.

He takes in your words and it causes a long pause, your mind can't help but wander elsewhere and you feel self-conscious about being the only one undressed. Your instinct kicks in and you involuntarily close your legs, only to receive a smack on the back of your thigh.

Joel's hand moves from your thigh to your face, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Don't get shy on me," he whispers, his voice deep with desire. “Show me how bad you want this cock,” he adds.

Your hands move quickly to the waistband of his sweats, palming his cock from underneath.

“You always go commando at other people's houses?” You joke, probably not the best time to joke as his length twitches in your hand.

He lets out a low groan and leans in closer to you, ignoring your comment, he twirls a strand of your hair in his hand "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

Really? No cocky response?

Your own body responds to his proximity, a familiar ache building between your legs. You slide your hand up and down his length, relishing in the feel of him growing harder in your grasp.

He moans softly and tilts his head back, his eyes closed in pleasure. You continue to stroke him, teasing him with slow and deliberate movements.

You pull him out and you almost moan at the sight of it. You swirl your tongue around the tip, looking up at him with an intense gaze. His eyes meet yours, filled with desire and anticipation.

You take him deeper into your mouth, savoring the taste of him. Your lips and tongue work in perfect harmony, sending shivers down his spine. He grips your hair and you feel him push down on your head, choking around him and the vibration makes his cock twitch in your mouth.

“That’s right, fuck. Take it like a good girl.”

“Want my cum, baby?” He thrusts deeper into your mouth, “Maybe I should cum all over your face and send you to bed.”

“That what’cha want, baby?”

When he speaks, his words send a thrill of excitement through you.

You pull off of him and eagerly reply “need you inside me, Joel.”

With that, he tugs at your hair, jerking your head to look up at him.

“Don’t tell me what you need,” he says.

You feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as he takes control, his dominant demeanor sending shivers down your spine. You bite your lip, holding back a moan as his grip on your hair tightens.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your neck. "I know what you need," he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "Need me to make you mine, fuck my cum into you, huh? Leave you dripping.”

You feel his hand move down your body, trailing over your curves and sending sparks of pleasure through you. His fingers find their way between your thighs, and you gasp as he teases your clit, making you wet and needy.

"Please," you whimper, your voice barely audible.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice dripping with arousal. "Beg for it.” “Beg for your dads best friend to fuck you.”

You feel a surge of heat between your legs, and you can't help but moan as his fingers continue to work their magic on your sensitive flesh. "Please," you plead, your body trembling with need. "Fuck me. Make me yours."

He grins, his eyes dark with desire. "Wonder what your daddy would think of you beggin’ for my cum." He says, his voice rough with lust. "Spread your legs for me."

You obey, parting your thighs to give him better access. He wastes no time, slipping two fingers inside you and starting to pump them in and out, the slick sound of his movements filling the air. You moan again, louder this time, and he smirks.

He slips his free hand over your mouth.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers finding your clit once more. "Come for me. Come on my fingers.”

You can't hold back any longer, your body exploding in pleasure as you come undone around his fingers. He watches you, his eyes dark with hunger, until you're spent and shaking.

The hand on your mouth slowly moves down, slipping a thumb into your mouth as you eagerly oblige. Taking him into your mouth with his cock leaking over you, and a mix of pre-cum and your spit coating your overstimulated cunt.

He lines himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You can feel how hard he is, and you ache for him to be inside you. He teases you for a moment, dragging his cock up and down your slick folds, before pushing himself deep inside you with one swift thrust.

He removes himself from your mouth, moving down to knead your breasts.

His tongue slips into your mouth before a loud moan escapes you.

​​Your body arches towards his touch as he kneads and pinches your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the room as your bodies move in perfect harmony.

He breaks the kiss to move down your body, trailing kisses and nibbles along your neck, collarbone, and breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it, while his hand continues to play with the other. Your back arches off the bed as a whimper escapes your lips.

You strip Joel of his shirt, finally getting to feel him skin to skin. You run your hands over his muscled chest and make their way up to his scalp, massaging his hair as he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots inside of you. You moan and gasp, feeling the pleasure building up inside of you.

Joel lifts his head and looks into your eyes. He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. As he continues to thrust, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m so close, Joel.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out

“Come on my cock.”

Joel's movements become more urgent, and he pumps into you faster and harder. The sensation of his cock rubbing against your walls is almost too much, and you feel yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm.

Joel grunts and groans as he thrusts, his body slick with sweat. His lips find yours again, and he kisses you fiercely, his tongue battling with yours. The intensity of the kiss matches the rhythm of his movements, and you can tell that he's just as close as you are.

With a muffled cry, you finally go over the edge, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. Joel follows you moments later, his cock pulsing inside of you as he coats your walls.

You were so fucking relieved you’d been on the pill, although, you wouldn’t mind mothering his children.

The thought had you smiling a little.

As you both catch your breath, Joel collapses on top of you, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you realize that you've never felt closer to him than in this moment.

After a few minutes, Joel rolls off of you, his breathing starting to slow. He pulls you close, his hand stroking your hair as you both lay there in silence.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Joel whispers, breaking the silence.

You look up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his embrace. You smile, knowing that you could stay like this forever.

"I ‘dunno," you reply softly, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers. "What do you wanna do with me?"

Joel chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I could keep you all to myself," he says, pulling you even closer.

He could if he wanted to.

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[yooils]

2:57 . kurona ranze x gn! reader. fluff drabble. slight character study

"you never call me by my name."

KURONA looks up from his place on your floor and catches your gaze, eyebrows raised as if he can't believe the implications behind your words. (you’re unbelievably pretty, he thinks; even with your hands tangled in his vermillion hair and exhausted eyes from watching five movies in a row.

sure, he thinks of you as much more than a best friend, but isn’t that relatively normal for a friendship that’s lasted through hell and back..?

really, kurona knows he can dodge the question with ease, especially when you’re both half delirious on energy drinks and cup noodles– an unfitting diet for an athlete such as himself– but for once in his life, he feels compelled to speak.

your fingers are still running through his hair as the ticking of time seems to slow before him.

for vaguely a third of his life, you’ve been a parasite by his side– one that's clung to him (or maybe it was the other way round) ever since he was six, face painted with an obvious dislike for interacting with people. it's never occurred to him that there would be a day where he would lose you– you were always naturally in the picture, in both his past and his future.

but now, he’s slowly losing you to the flow of time– or rather– of life.

(he knows that you can tell he’s nervous; fingers occasionally drumming against his thighs, swallowing the lump in his throat, and flickering eyes that never seem to land anywhere. heavens, even he’s able to discern the feeling he’s been experiencing as nervousness, and self-awareness is never a good sign.)

“…when i say their names, i always imagine what they think of me.”

and it sucks, because i’m head over heels for you.

”–and i don’t wanna think about how you see me, because you’re the only person i… like.”

–i’m half in love with you, but in the way that i want to marry you and live out our little fairy tale forever in a small town cottage even though i’m quite literally about to go to a football camp. so maybe it’s not half, maybe you’ve taken my entire heart and engraved your name all over it.

on the off chance that you actually recognise kurona's poorly-communicated feelings, he thinks, he’ll take anything.

even a rejection.

the cheshire smile on your face makes his heart skip a beat. he has no idea how his heart is still beating to this day. (that’s the grin he knows as the scary smile, he discerns; the grin you do when you know something people don’t.)

“say, 'rona, do you have a crush on me?”

your bluntness doesn’t come as a surprise to him. it’s one of your endearing traits, really.

the feeble ‘mm’ sound he makes is deliberately noncommittal as he averts his eyes away from you– although the rapid rush colour blossoming on his ears speak volumes more to you than he ever could.

if only you could also hear how fast his heart was beating.

you cup his cheeks delicately, unable to contain the smile that sprung into your lips when you finally realised what this actually meant. (that your childhood best friend– that you've been in love with since that one time he patched your wound up, mumbling worried words under his breath when you were twelve– actually likes you back. you're a bit skeptical, yes, but it's kurona ranze, and he would never hurt other people you intentionally.)

kurona scrunches his eyes close to avoid eye contact with you. you're giggling at how comical he looks, before all noise dies down again and you muster up the courage to bring yourself to speak again. "so if you knew how i felt about you too, would you be comfortable with saying my name..?"

"s'ppose, i suppose."

your eyes hurt from how much your smile has been crinkling them. or maybe seeing kurona lying on your lap is too much. he's a sight for sore eyes, really, but whenever he makes eye contact with you, you feel as if your heart's been pierced by cupid's arrow again and again; forcing you to accept your feelings rather than swallow them forever.

"kurona, i like you more than anyone in this world. even when you have a bad haircut. or leave me behind to go to a training camp to become a pro footballer. or when you try to–"

"stop, 's more than enough, enough." he intervenes, his hands covering his flushed face and burrowing either further into his blankets.

you look expectantly at him. he caves in.

"(name)..?" he squeaks out, voice cracking as he feels the unfamiliar texture of your pretty name in his mouth. (which is strange, because he's pretty sure he always wakes up with your name on his mouth.)

he's less self conscious than he had expected himself to be.

"ranze. 'rona. kurona ranze."

the way his name slips of your tongue is still his favourite, he thinks, blushing profusely at the sudden mantra of the names you've called him over the years.

ranze was a new one. he likes the sound of his first name on your tongue.

(if only he knew that years later, you would be the one to take his last name too.)

the next morning, he wakes up with you curled up next to him on the couch– abnormally peaceful. he prefers you when you're talking. and when he mouths your name under his breath, all he feels is a weird tingly sensation in his chest, akin to the feeling he gets when his favourite band's new song is out, or when something is unexpectedly pleasant to him.

because kurona, at 15, realises that his favourite word is your name.

7.18.23

#angst vers..? #you break up #but he still wakes up to your name at the tip of his tongue #log– works #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gn! reader #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #kurona #kurona ranze #kurona fluff #ranze fluff #blue lock kurona #bllk angst #blue lock angst #kurona ranze x reader #kurona x reader #gn! reader

[nerdieforpedro]

Let ‘em hear Puddin’

Joel Miller x plus size female reader (nickname Puddin’)

This Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1171

Main Masterlist / Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: Joel Miller has finally come by your place as your ever watchful neighbor observes. Joel feels like giving him something to listen to.

Warnings: exhibitionism, Joel is a menace, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), cockwarming, breath play, a few swats of on ass

Notes: I actually meant to write about another Pedro character when I started teasing @lady-bess along with @for-a-longlongtime and this happened. It’s a bit rougher than what I normally write. Staycation Nerdie seems to have different ideas 👀

“Come on now, don’t be so shy. Just relax.” Joel tells you. You’re still so nervous and you’re still dressed. It’s not like you didn’t want him to come. You were counting on it. It meant that you’d be safe for the night from the weird QZ soldier who stays across from you, always leering at you. He stops for a moment, not one to rush things, he likes to take things slow. Joel is a man of little pleasures save for a few.

“Joel, just give me a minute, let me-” You try and explain that if you just had a minute to gather your thoughts, you might be able to relax. He’d been on you since you’d open the door, much to your neighbor across the way’s dismay. His kisses made you moan and put your hands in his hair. He smelled of ash, wind and death. All of it excited you. You normally dealt with life at the clinic, patching what you could and using your medical training pre-outbreak to aid those in the QZ that the FEDRA would allow at least. Your job disgusted you at times, but made you happy on others. It was where you met Joel, giving him some supplies that the soldiers wouldn’t miss.

His large hands held your hips and pressed his into them, his large erection made you gasp. “Good Lord,” you mumbled and you swore Joel smirked.

“Not the Lord, just me darlin’. Clothes off and on the bed. I’ll do the same. We’ll make your friend across the hallway know who you belong to.” His flannel shirt dropped to the floor and it was followed by his undershirt and jeans. His boots, socks and boxers were next, leaving Joel in his naked glory for you to see. He knew what he had, a third damn leg almost. Your clothes came off much slower, peeling off your t-shirt, jeans, bra and panties. You stood naked before each other, taking your bodies in. “I see why he keeps after ya, with breasts, hips and a pussy like that, I’m going to need to keep a close eye on you too.”

It was sudden as he stepped toward you, placing his hands behind your knees and lifting you onto the bed. You squealed as he dropped you and had you bounce as he climbed on. He was soon covering your body with his lips roaming your stomach, making a small trail of marks on your soft belly before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You called out his name and felt him smile as he sucked, his hand kneading your other breast as you pressed your legs together. With a small pop, he released your nipple and took your lips, smothering you with his lips, hands parting your thighs so he would have room to settle between them. “Darlin’ are you ready?”

You nod and he presses his wide, hot head at your entrance, He shakes his head and lifts your legs by your knees, apologizing for not preparing you properly.

“Besides, you’ll need to scream more fer me. I love hearing it. Makes my dick twitch Puddin’.” He dives into your core, his nose pressing into your mound before poking your clit. A shrill noise comes from you as you feel yourself starting to tighten, his tongue hasn’t entered you yet. It’s when it licks a stripe down your slit when your release comes, wetting his beard while his laugh permeates your canal. His fingers enter next into your sensitive cunt leaving you to cry out his name once more. “Ah, Puddin’ I knew you had a set of lungs on ya. You gonna be my sweet Puddin’ and ride me?” Joel asks, but is pulling you up into his lap, after removing his fingers from your core. Your hands wrap around his neck and you press your thumbs into his windpipe, cutting his air for a moment. “Fuck…” he croaks, lining himself up with your dripping cunt. Your hands let go and press into his throat again, this time a little harder before releasing. You take hold of his shoulders, smiling as you kiss his lips.

“You like that Joel?” You inquire, as Joel takes a hand and slaps your ass. Your yelp is soon drowned out by him thrusting his hips upward, and pulling your hips down on him. He lets you sit, warming with his cock as he pulls your hair, pushing two fingers into your mouth. You suck on them as he watches, feeling yourself constrict around his swollen shaft. Miller bites his bottom lip and you feel him twitch inside of you.

“You’re the only one who can do that and not get cut, Puddin’ remember that. You’re going to milk my cock in your own bed tonight and not mine. Excited aren’t you?” Joel thrusted up once while pressing down on your tongue and from your affirmative whimper, he removed his fingers and dug his calloused fingers into the flesh of your hips, as he began in earnest, pumping himself into your tight cunt. Between the creaking of the bed and your calls of Joel’s name, you were sure that everyone on the floor of your building heard you in addition to the soldier. “He’s probably using his fist listening to ya moans sweetheart, I know I’d be.”

Your feet press into the matress as you try to match Joel’s pace. He ends up falling back on the bed and you both stop for a moment, panting. Your hands wrap around his neck again as you begin rolling your hips. To see Joel Miller with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes squarely fixed on you while you controlled his air supply was exsillerating. When you let go this time, he placed his hands on your thick thighs and rutted upward into you, forcing you to have your palms back on your chest to steady yourself. You may have pushed the breath play a bit far, but the result was worth it as both you and Joel reached your peaks simultaneously.

Falling onto his broad chest, you sighed as his fingers trailed down your spine, his hand resting on your asscheek before giving it a strong slap. “J-Joel!” You squealed, looking up at the wide grin his face held.

“Thought you were slick with using those delicate hands of yurs a second time didn’t ya Puddin’?” His drawl was slow and playful as he kissed your forehead. “I saw the look on your face. My depraved darlin’. I’m staying the night. We’ll keep your neighbors up a bit longer before I pack ya’ shit and take you home where you belong Puddin’.” you shifted a bit so you could plant kisses across his chest before laying your head on it, listening to his heartbeat. Steady, strong, even.

“Alright Joel.” His other large hand cups the back of your head before you drift off to sleep to rest before he begins the second round.

Joel’s Darlins’ 💕: @yorksgirl @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @guelyury @goodwithcheese @morallyinept @ilovepedro @maggiemayhemnj @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @megamindsecretlair

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #post outbreak joel #QZ #A Nerdie fic

[moonlight-prose]

for joel 😘

“Spread your legs wider.”

“Louder. Let me hear you.”

“Say my name.”

“You can do better than that.”

ARSONIST'S LULLABYE OF LOVE

➝ A HURT INTERLUDE

a/n: chapter three really took all of my brain power, but somehow i managed to churn this small piece of just filth out. you and i have talked extensively about this interlude, which has helped a ton. so thank you for the request babes and i hope you like it! this is the first joel smut i'm ever posting so this is both exciting and nerve wracking. also i know the request is full on filth, but i threw in so much angst as well so.....hence the gif.

summary: joel's inhibitions were gone when it came to you.

word count: 2.9k+

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, angst, cussing, masturbation, slight voyeurism, p in v sex, joel being horny with a capital H, fantasies.

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Living through a world altering event would never cease to feel as if you’d died and fallen into the lands of hell. On accident no less. Enduring it as your body struggled to keep up, with a wound that remained on your side large enough to rip open at a moment’s notice, was worse. For days Joel had only allowed you to move at a slow pace. One that wouldn’t destroy the messy patching up job he was able to attempt.

You found it endearing though.

The car came in handy to move from place to place, but in the end you always came back to the house you were staying in. Joel never told you what he did with the bodies, never gave you any indication as to them being there in the first place. For that you were grateful. You weren’t sure how you could return to a house that still housed two people who tried to kill you—two people you watched Joel kill in return.

Never in your life had someone defended you so ruthlessly, risking everything to save your life, to make sure you were protected. The knowledge that Joel was willing to kill to keep you out harm's way, left a warmth in your chest that continued to spread day by day. The longer you spent time with him, the more you understood what he meant to you, and possibly…what you meant to him.

Which made the time spent with him recently so maddening. With each touch, look, and word spoken, you couldn’t stop your body from reacting in a way that should have embarrassed you. All you did was kiss and yet it felt like he had reached into your chest and caressed your soul. As if with that one simple action, he laid claim to what was already his. Your heart raced in his presence, mind becoming hazy with a lust you’d never experienced before with another person.

You couldn’t focus. Not with your imagination conjuring up images of him above you, thoughts of what he might feel like inside of you now running rampant in your head.

So you did what you continued to do flawlessly. You ignored every single emotion that begged you for release. Every time he got near, you pretended that the kiss never happened. That you still remained nothing but two partners attempting to fight for survival in a world that wanted to kill you.

“I’m going to clean up a bit,” he murmured, nodding his head towards the bathroom that used to work.

The both of you got lucky earlier in the week, finding a river that had relatively fresh water. You made the suggestion of filling up the empty gallons of gasoline tanks that Joel had found in the house’s garage, and he agreed. The people who used to live there must have bought them in case of an emergency, except when it finally came time to use them, they never got to. Thankfully the trip took less time with the car, and even if he didn’t allow you to help him, you still forced him to let you drive. Walking you couldn’t do, but driving you were an expert at.

“I’ll be here,” you said, laying on the couch, propped up by your bag and wrapped in his jacket.

The domesticity of the situation wasn’t lost on you now, just like it wasn’t before. Him cleaning up as you lounged on the couch awaiting his return. It felt too real. Too much like the life you could have had beforehand, and you felt your heart break at that notion. That eventually this would come to an end. You would both have to leave towards Boston, searching for another place to settle, and then…you might never get the imagined life you desperately wanted with him.

Joel glanced at you, your legs stretched out, body covered by his jacket, and he felt the same burn from before return. This time though, he couldn’t ignore it. As much as he wanted to move past what happened the other night, the facts stayed the same. He kissed you. He wasn’t sure if it was the kiss that caused his heart to twist and body to burn each time he looked your way, or if the feelings he tried so hard to shove down, were back with a newfound strength.

He turned away quickly, heading towards the bathroom before you could see the now evident bulge in his pants. These feelings would go away eventually, giving him reprieve from the knife that dug its way into his heart. Carving at what remained until he finally admitted what he was afraid of—what he couldn’t seem to let go of.

Nearly losing you terrified him.

No matter how much he thought about what would happen when you parted ways, how many scenarios he conjured up in his head, he knew the truth that was buried in the darkest parts of his heart. He wouldn’t let you go when you got to Boston. He couldn’t. You made this otherwise shitty world shine just a bit brighter, giving him enough light to see his future clearly.

“Fuck,” he rasped, the second the door shut behind him.

His heart continued to beat rapidly in his chest, his body aching in a way he hadn’t felt since before the outbreak. Joel wasn’t entirely abstinent afterwards either, he couldn’t deny that. But those people were a means to a release that would calm him long enough to make it on his own. You however…you were the one person who could lay claim to his body, his heart, and he’d give it over willingly without question.

Through the years, Joel never gave himself to anyone, knowing that to let someone in was to kill them. Except he never let you in.

You tore through his walls, took whatever broken parts he had left, and cared for them all the same.

Maybe that’s why he was currently standing with his hands gripping onto the dirty sink, eyes shut tight and chest heaving as he fought off going back out there. He couldn’t have you, because you weren’t his to have. So he settled for his imagination. 

With a grunt, he undid the button of his jeans, the tight confine too much for him to take. If he were anywhere else, he’d allow himself the small pleasure of taking his time—something that the world no longer allowed. But you were in the other room, laying on the couch—looking utterly perfect—and Joel knew that if he thought about what he was about to do for too long, he wouldn’t do it. He also knew that if he allowed the feelings to fester, he’d lose it and somehow fuck up eventually.

So, he sucked in a sharp breath, pulled himself out and bit down on his left bicep to stifle the ragged groan that tore from him. It had been quite awhile since he gave himself this, since he even bothered to find release. Usually it was quick, a few strokes to get himself there, and then he continued on about his day. Now…his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Joel was too far gone to even realize what was happening—his cock practically leaking over his palm. Squeezing his eyes shut, his hips jerked forward at the first stroke of his hand—pleasure streaking down his spine so potent he felt dizzy. What he wouldn’t give for the feel of sinking into you, of watching your face go slack with pleasure because of him. Biting back another grunt, he spread his precum down his cock, his breaths coming out in short gasps that barely gave him enough oxygen.

“Oh—shit.” His words were strangled, face tingeing red with the exertion of the quick pumps of his hand that stung slightly. If anything the pain only amplified the pleasure that continued to fill his veins.

He lurched forward, his hand almost slapping against the wall, head tilting back and exposing the expanse of his strained neck. He imagined what you would do if you were here with him. Would your hand feel soft, gentle, compared to the rough calloused skin of his palm that he’d grown used to?

Gasping, he tried his best to keep quiet, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to bear the thought of you hearing him. But some sick twisted part of him hoped that his groans carried, that you would finally understand what exactly you did to him. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, hand tightening slightly with just the right amount of pressure to send heat pooling rapidly into his stomach. He wanted you to be here, wanted you to whisper soft words of encouragement in his ear. Yet the circumstances of life only allowed him to live through his mind.

The image of you beneath him forming rapidly the faster his release built.

“Joel,” you sighed, head tilted back and mouth dropping open as a moan worked its way up your throat. You bit down quickly on your bottom lip, eyes shut tightly in the hopes of staving off the inevitable pleasure that threatened to consume you.

His fingers gripped at your chin, dark eyes swallowing you whole as he watched you finally let loose the sound he wanted to hear. “Louder. Let me hear you,” he rasped, his other hand dropping to grip at your thigh.

“Oh—” He sank in deeper, his cock brushing a part of you that made your legs shake and eyes roll back. You couldn’t stop the cry that tore from you, your breath going with it.

“That’s it,” he murmured, head dipping to kiss at the glistening skin of your neck. “My good fucking girl.”

Your walls fluttered, slick gushing around his cock and gathering in the coarse hairs at the base of him. Normally you’d be embarrassed about how wet you were, but the shame washed away with every slow rock of his hips. How could you be ashamed when it was all for him? All because of him. Gasping, you dug your nails into his back in the hopes of dragging him closer. He was pressed up against you, hot skin against yours, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to sink into him, to exist for him.

He pulled back much to your disappointment, pressing his knees into the mattress and pulling you closer. “Spread your legs wider for me darlin’,” he breathed, and you followed his request without question.

His thumb connected with your clit sending a jolt through your body that nearly had your back bowing off the bed. Joel overwhelmed you. He took and took, but gave just as much back—if not more. You sobbed an incoherent version of his name, nails scraping along his shoulder blades when he shifted the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock striking against something eviscerating inside of you.

“Fuck, Joel!” Hot tears streamed down the sides of your temple, falling into your hair.

He felt it, the tight clamp of your cunt that nearly sent him over the edge earlier than he wanted. Grunting, he tried to stop the tightening that began in his stomach, but it was too much. His mind was hazy with pleasure, thoughts of you consuming him until nothing was left. If he wasn’t careful, Joel would lose himself to you—you and all your beautiful demons.

Yanking your leg up higher on his waist, he doubled his efforts. Driving his cock into you until you grew more incoherent with each thrust. His name was a prayer on your lips and Joel wanted to hear it louder; he wanted to drown in your reverence until all the bad washed out of his veins. Falling forward, his hand dug into the sheets beneath you, eyebrows pulling tight as you chased the growing release that would shatter you.

“Say my name,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “C’mon baby say it for me.”

“J-Joel,” you gasped, hips rolling to meet his thrusts the best you could, but he practically had you pinned to the bed. Each shove of his cock into your wet dripping cunt, nearly sent you higher up on the bed.

His lips pulled up into a smirk, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “You can do better than that.” His hand dropped down to your clit, thumb circling it with enough pressure to cut off the words that sat on the tip of your tongue. 

He felt it before he could stop it. His balls drew up until it was almost painful, eyes screwing shut as he panted into your open mouth. Pressing down further on your clit, he managed to wrench his eyes open to see your roll back in your head. You sobbed his name, your back arching—chest pressing into his—as your cunt clamped down on his cock and took everything he had left to give.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His moan was raspy and broken, and a soft breathy echo of your name slipped free.

Joel curled in on himself, his mouth dropping open in a breathless grunt as he spilled over his hand and into the sink. Still, he kept going. Pumping his hand in quick strokes, he did what he could to prolong the pleasure that filled his body, until eventually it gave way to pain. Sucking in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth, he finally let go of himself, running his thumb along the head of his cock and pushing what remained out.

He opened his eyes, the image of you disappearing from his mind as he was met with the cold emptiness of the bathroom.

Even though his body hummed with bliss, a calm finally returning to his veins, he felt the shame twist in his gut. He shouldn’t have allowed it to get that far. Shouldn’t have given into his depravity, but the thought of it one day coming true was too enticing to forgo.

He sighed, grabbing the shirt he meant to clean tonight and fixed up the mess that took another part of his soul.

What he didn’t know was that you heard the echo of his hand hitting the wall, heard his pained grunt as he came over his hand. Originally you thought he was hurt, that he might need your help. So you got up, stifled the scream of pain that your body let out, and managed to get to the bathroom door. Until you heard it. The soft moan of your name that had you freezing in your spot, eyes going wide and heart hammering in your chest.

Joel wasn’t in pain. Far from it.

You knew you should have given him privacy, walked away and pretended like nothing happened, but it was your name you heard. The same raging fire that you fought against for weeks finally broke free, spreading its way down your body. Consuming you whole. Your hands were clenched at your sides, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He wanted you. Joel—the man you refused to be attracted to, lest it get in the way of your trip—wanted you the same way you longed for him.

Before you could move back to the couch, the door swung open to reveal that very man. Joel’s face went slack with shock as he caught you standing there, his hand gripping onto the door handle so tight that his knuckles turned white. Any words he could have said died in his throat at the sight of your wide eyes and parted lips. The very same lips he had kissed not too long ago. His spent cock twitched in his pants, the flush of heat once again going through his body.

He wondered if you heard him and felt the guilt crush his heart. “Boston?” he asked, breaking the silence.

That seemed to shake you from your shocked state. “I um…” You couldn’t stop the way your eyes dropped to his lips for a brief moment. “Just wanted to know if I could get in there. To clean up and…such.”

In all honesty you wanted him to touch you, wanted to know what he sounded like as he finally gave into the heady pleasure that coursed through both of your veins. But you saw the hesitancy in his eyes. You knew he was retreating from something he wanted, because of the fear that nearly losing you already caused him. Joel understood that when it came to you, if he finally gave into that feeling of want, he’d never be able to give it up.

“Go ahead,” he said softly, shifting to move past you, his hand brushing yours for a brief second.

You wanted to reach for him, to tell him that everything he probably felt…you felt too. Except the grief you watched him go through that night still weighed on your shoulders. He nearly lost you and you knew that if he hadn’t managed to save you in the end, the Joel you knew would have been gone forever. So you entered the bathroom, shut the door, and wiped away the stray tear that fell down your cheek.

It didn’t matter how much either of you were desperate for the other's touch. The truth still stared you in the face. No matter how much you longed for the pleasure, for him to finally fill that empty spot in your heart, it would never outweigh the pain you would feel if you lost him for good.

That alone was enough for you to shut your emotions away, reminding yourself that you were not here to fall in love.

You were here to survive.

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #the last of us fic #hurt #my writing

[roguesscribbles]

Sorry I've been so dead recently! I've got a little project going on that's taking up my art time. Hoping to unveil it soon!

In the meantime, here's my new OC! I made her for a Mass Effect DnD group I'm joining! Her name is Raina Akiyama, she's a human engineer that abandoned her smothering military life to explore the galaxy, settling on Illium following the Reaper invasion.

You can read the full backstory under the cut:

Raina Akiyama was always destined to join the Alliance Military. From the day she was born on an Alliance ship to two parents with a decent military ranking, she spent the majority of her formative years on various Alliance ships or bases following wherever her parents were stationed.

At the time, she could count how many times she has been to Earth on one hand. Her father was from Japan and her mother was from Britain, so she had been to visit family members that she doesn’t remember the faces of. Her upbringing was lonely at times, her parents were busy working and other children were not that common. However, with the absence of people, she found her love in the mechanical instead.

She could always be found tinkering away at some piece of tech she found, sneaking into the engine room to look at the inner workings or pelting the engineers with all sorts of questions. And the Alliance were happy to support these dreams of hers, educating and pushing her towards a career as an Engineer.

There was just one problem, Raina didn’t like the way the Alliance ran things. She was never a fan of the authority, of the training exercises and the expectation to give it everything she had, with instructors and crew members who were always a bit too strict with a child, most likely already seeing the soldier she would become. She always felt trapped, forced into enlisting, because where else would she go? She was raised here, with a line of family all expecting her to join as the next generation as they once did, and she knew very little of the habited planets that dotted the galaxy.

Eventually, when she turned 18, she enlisted officially as an Engineer, continuing her training and enhancing her skills. If there’s one good thing she can say, it’s that the Alliance provided her with almost unlimited funding to tinker with whatever gadgets were put in front of her. She became intimately familiar with both the massive hardware of the Alliance vessels to the weapons and armour the troops relied on. She never fully felt like she belonged, but she could at least surround herself with the things she loved.

Things changed about 2 years later. She was stationed on a small base with an equally small squadron. Something that was meant to be safe, somewhere to train her and other recruits. For the first time in her life she felt like she had friends, people she could rely on and actually talk to, who had her back. Things finally started to fall into place, and she started to feel that yearned-for feeling of belonging.

Then, the raid happened.

A group of bandits attacked the base in the night, where there was minimal activity. They wanted the equipment that they had in storage. It wasn’t even very much, they most likely saw them as easy pickings, and they weren’t entirely wrong. Almost all of her squad was killed in the incident, though in the end Raina’s squad managed to barely win. During the scuffle, a confrontation with one of the assailants left her scarred after they slashed her face with an omni-blade. When she came to in the medical wing of an Alliance vessel, she found herself blind in her left eye.

Her entire world came crashing down. Almost all her friends were dead, that belonging ripped away from her in an instant. She was back to the cold, sterile vessels with people who saw her as little more than an asset, who wanted her back up and running as soon as possible as if a great tragedy hadn’t just occurred. As soon as they were able, they installed a cybernetic eye in the one she lost, patching her up like a broken piece of machinery.

Not even her parents were here. They contacted her as soon as they knew she was awake, but neither of them could leave their post to see her. Something in Raina just snapped. She needed away from this place, away from the military. She expressed her concerns to her parents, but they disapproved, encouraging her to just get better and push on. This was the family way. That just made the need to leave even more prevalent.

She was able to push for her to be medically discharged, quoting physical trauma and PTSD. She sent one final message to her parents telling them she was leaving and not to contact her. She grabbed all her belongings and money that she saved, grabbed the first civilian shuttle she could and started exploring the galaxy.

Over the next few years, she moved from planet to planet, exploring and experiencing and just living. She met so many new people, made new friends and went on her own adventures. She used her skills for work, either taking on odd jobs or temporarily joining a crew, which improved her abilities even further. She began to discover herself more as a person, get better at social interaction and just breathe for the first time. Life was good.

Then, the Reapers arrived.

Once more her world came crashing down, but this time it was different. She wasn’t alone. She had been staying on Illium when the news spread, and it wasn’t long before the Reapers made their way to them. Raina sprang into action, helping wherever she could to help the planets militia fend off the invasion, as well as help the people who had been displaced and evacuated to the planet. It kept her busy, and when the Reapers eventually fell, her positive presence put her on a lot of people’s radars as someone who was reliable.

Following this, she decided to take up a more permanent residence on Illium. They may have fended off the attack, but there was always work to be done. Plus, as a mercantile hub, other planets more affected turned to them for aid. She never found herself short for work, and she was keen to continue to improve her skills with the variety of machinery and tech that passed through. She dreams that one day, she can open her own mechanics shop, and make her role on Illium that much more permanent. Because she belongs.

#mass effect #mass effect oc #mass effect engineer #mass effect dnd #mass effect 5e #original character #my ocs #raina akiyama #rogue does art stuff

[hellfiresmaster]

Omg yes there needs to be more Eddie Munson fluff !! Craving it so baddd

I’ve been going thru a rough patch recently. Laid off from work, no boyfriend, friends are distancing themselves… may I please request some cheering up from my favorite metal head?

I am sending you so much love and a big hug :( I hope things get better soon and I hope you like this little blurb :)

Special Day

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: were a little upset at Eddie in the beginning but it gets fluffy and he makes up for it I swear

Word Count: 873

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The mix of rocks and twigs creaked beneath you as you settled into the ground. You made yourself as comfortable as you possibly could underneath the large boulder. Skull rock was always a safe place for you to go ever since Eddie brought you here when you were younger. Whenever either of you felt overwhelmed or 'just done with everyone's shit' as Eddie puts it, this is where you'd go. He swore it would be a special place just for the two of you. Last year he'd even gone as far as to ask you out right here in this very spot. The thoughts had butterflies stirring in your stomach and a smirk appearing on your face at the memory of Eddie stumbling over himself and his words, trying to convey his feelings for you. 

You eventually allowed yourself to lean back against the enormous rock and take a deep breath, finally able to decompress for a bit and close your eyes. You thought back to every single detail of that day, every word you said to him, every touch, kiss, anything that could give you any sort of clue as to why Eddie had forgotten such an important day like today: your anniversary. Today made a year since you two started officially dating; it was a massive milestone for both of you; how could Eddie have let that slip? You were too wrapped up in your own self-deprecating thoughts to notice tears had been falling while leaving behind dark-colored stains on your blue jeans. You reached for your bag when a noise comparable to footsteps approached you from the woods, and he appeared. Eddie. You quickly tried to compose yourself before he could see and offered him a fake smile as he clumsily made his way to sit next to you.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." His usual playful tone was halted as he stopped in front of you, tentatively putting whatever was in his hands behind his back and speaking as if not wanting to startle your clearly delicate state. He glanced you over carefully, how closed off you seemed but particularly how puffy your eyes were from crying, he assumed. It shattered his heart, and his brain was already driving him crazy trying to figure out what had you feeling like this. "You're here." He motioned to Skull Rock as he sat in front of you instead. "So I know somethings gotta be wrong. Please talk to me." 

"You forgot." It was barely a whisper, but Eddie heard you as you kept your gaze downward at your fidgeting hands. "You forgot our special day..." 

"Baby." Eddie's hands grazed your cheek to lift your face towards him, and he leaned in closer, letting the light and shadow from the scattered trees dance across his skin. Man, he was beautiful, you thought to yourself. Before he could say anything else, he pulled out a small pack of roses with a small pouch attached to them and handed it to you with a crooked smile. "Happy Anniversary." 

You laid the roses on your lap, opened the black velvet pouch, and into your hand fell one of Eddie's favorite skull rings and the most beautiful necklace you had ever seen. It was a silver chain with a red and black guitar pick at the end, engraved in Eddie's handwriting with 'I love you' on one side of it. Your eyes welled up with tears as you glanced back at Eddie in disbelief.

"It's the guitar pic I used at the first show I took you to, where we first kissed, and the ring I thought maybe you could wear for me." Eddie paused before taking your hand and looking into your eyes again. "I could never forget the best day of my life, sweetheart. The day I got to call you mine. I wanted to make it special for you, so I spent all day running around putting that necklace together; I even put together a whole layout in the van with chocolates and roses and all that nice shit you deserve. I just wanted today to be special; I guess I got caught up in it; I'm sorry. And I know it's not the nicest gift ever. You're so fucking special to me; you deserve to be taken out to some nice dinner and shit. Not a guitar pic and a worn-out ring, but-" 

You crashed your lips onto his, rapidly stopping his rambling from getting out of control like it almost always did. Eddie immediately cupped your face between his hands. His lips were soft and pillowy against your own, like they were made for each other. You could feel the gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, your fingers carding through his hair as you breathed each other in before separating just enough for your foreheads lean against one another. You loved Eddie; there was no denying that, but the fact that he spent all day preparing the perfect anniversary date and gift for you made you your heart swell. 

"You mean everything to me. I love you so fucking much." He spoke against your mouth, not wanting to pull away much farther.

"I love you too. So much."

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[copiousloverofcopia]

Peepaw Lovers! Rejoice lol I have a new installment of Potpourri!

Hey there ghesties!

I am doing my best to make sure all of my chapter fics have a chapter released this month so that way everything is updated for the new year.

Thank you so much for your patience with me and all your support.

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**TRIGGER WARNING**

mentions of pregnancy loss, miscarriage

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can’t help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can’t let go of the past?

Chapter 8: Forget Me Nots

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Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Chapter 8: Forget Me Nots

The soil felt smooth as Gwen finished patting it into place. The seeds pressed gently into the earth, with all the love and care she could give them. It had been weeks since her and Primo spent the night under the honeysuckle in the greenhouse. The garden, henceforth becoming a much-needed sanctuary for her. The one place in all the world she felt happy, if even for only brief moments at a time. 

Primo had a mind to bring her there every day, though he wasn’t always able. He could from the moment she stepped into it that the garden awakened the joy inside her. Insisting she’d join him in his working of the land whenever she could. Slowly Gwen began to let go, allowing some of the walls she had built up to come down, caving whenever she ventured to the garden. Rolling up her sleeves and not afraid to get her hands dirty beside him. Creating something beautiful out of something so messy, a simple task that had come to mean so much to her. 

She was sitting along the stone patch as she finished up her work. Her collection of seeds all beneath the soil as she began dabbing the small pearls of sweat. The embroidery of her handkerchief donning the ruby red initials of “P.E.I”. Turning to the sound of footsteps towards her and her eyes beginning to sparkle when she caught sight of Primo having just arrived. 

He was returning from his meeting with his brothers in preparation for the Ostara celebrations. The annual celebration of the Spring Equinox—of new life would be quickly upon them and with that the Ministry had become busier and busier as the day drew near. The Equinox had normally been a time Primo was at his most jubilant. A chance to start anew and for things to grow—to share his love of flowers with the siblings. 

This year however was different. The closer the time came, the more he worried more about how the celebrations would affect Gwen. Expecting that the festivities in on of this particular subject would set her back. Undo all the progress she had made. 

“What was the hold up?” she asked him. Having grown just comfortable enough around him to start giving him a bit of grief, though Primo was so smitten he wouldn’t have noticed. Falling in love with her all over again with each passing moment.  His heart warmed by looking at her—hands tinged with dirt and that sweet smile worn brightly across her face. 

“Just some final decisions and preparations for Ostara. Terzo is arguing that he should be in charge of the fertility rituals with the new siblings…we beg to differ.” he told her, watching as the smile immediately fell from her face. 

“Oh…” was all she could say. Primo reached out his hand to help her up. Gwen, quietly brushing off the dirt from her habit as he gently pressed a kiss into her forehead. 

“Mio fiore… you know that we don't have to attend the celebrations if you don’t want to.” he assured her, pulling her closer to him. Gwen nuzzled against his chest. Taking in the scent of incense and dried herbs mixed with the faintest hint of rose. Feeling at ease as she listened to the beat of his heart. Comforted by him like no other.

“No.” she sighed, squeezing him tighter. 

“No?” He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears. 

“I know how much the celebrations mean to you. What kind of woman would I be to take something away that means so much to you?” she explained. Primo taking her lips onto his. The heat between them, manifesting in the well endowed outline within his slacks. The length of which pressed hard against Gwen’s thigh. 

She hummed against his lips. No longer shy about her need of him, as she ran her fingers across it. Primo let out a shutter and a slight moan. Wrapping his arms around her as they lost themselves in their kiss. Deep and passionate as he slipped his hand up between Gwen’s thighs. Meeting quickly with her heated core. 

“I need you.” she confessed, his fingertips already teasing at her panties. Gwen, shuffling where she stood in anticipation of him. 

“I need you more.” Primo proclaimed, sinking his fingers into her gently. Her head fell back as a breathy moan escaped her. Her delicate hands, holding on tightly to him as he massaged her inside. Pressing intently into the soft, cushiony flesh of her walls. Primo burying his face in her neck, kissing her and whispering praises in her ear.  

“Oh Primo… I…I.” she mewled, her lover’s talented digits already bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body, coming undone quickly where she stood. Almost limp in Primo's arms as he worked her over. 

“Cum.” Primo insisted. Biting his bottom lip as he felt her tightening all around his fingers. Using his other hand to try and steady her. He loved how beautiful she was this way. The pleasure between them, giving the most delightful flush to her cheeks. The relaxed look on her face was everything.

When he was done, he slipped himself from her. His lips quickly taking onto hers, when to his surprise Gwen dropped carefully down to her knees, undoing the button of his pants and allowing his cock to fall free. She blushed immediately, having never seen it in the daylight. Now laid out in its full glory, intimidating as she looked up at him. Taking a quick lick of the head before Primo ran his fingers through her hair.

“Mmm…” Gwen hummed as she began to tease him, stroking his shaft gently. Her eyes, never leaving him.  

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Primo smiled, his cock pulsing with every slight move of her hand. Unwittingly finding himself carefully thrusting into her touch. 

“I know, but I want to…wait, what's this?” she asked, her voice filled with concern but more so curiosity. Primo looked down, watching as she carefully traced his scar with her fingertip. It traveled around his shaft, something easily hidden in the dark, but quite obvious in the spotlight of the afternoon sun. 

“War injury.” he smirked, watching as Gwen raised an eyebrow at him. He was incredibly funny when he wanted to be.

“Is that so?” she laughed. Moving once more with her fist. Up and down along his full length. 

“Ah… a story for another time.” he assured her, breathless as Gwen moved forward with her intentions to please him. Primo had never felt such rapturous bliss. So in love with this woman. He would give her anything and everything she wanted, if she’d only allow him. 

A few short days had passed, and the morning of the Ostara celebrations arrived. Primo, along with his brothers, was occupied from the moment the sun began to rise with the ceremonies. Readying for the likes of fertility rituals and blessings of rebirth. The whole of the Abbey grounds, covered in daffodils and wildflowers. The siblings and ghouls alike enjoying the warm weather and the sounds of children laughing already began to fill the courtyard.

The day was filled with activity. Everyone, buzzing from ritual to ritual. The Papas, presiding over them all in between bountiful feast and drink. It was amazing that there was any room left in anyone’s stomachs come midday.  

Gwen drifted carefully through the day. Doing her best to ignore the happy siblings with their small children in tow. Or the group of pregnant sisters who sat before the newly constructed outdoor altar—surrounded by baaing lambs. All of them, waiting for the next ceremony where the Papas would bestow blessings for a safe delivery. 

By the time dusk hit, she wished so badly she could run back to her room. Hide from the constant reminders that plagued her at every turn. She promised to try for Primo and was so proud she had managed to stay. Walking around dressed like all the other maidens, who had yet to bear a child, in a white muslin gown.

At some point she knew she would have been expected to participate, like all the others who were present on the grounds. Though she did everything she could to avoid it and successfully hid herself among them. Watching everyone else smiling and enjoying themselves as she greeted them wearing a thinly veiled mask of happiness on her face.

As the day went on she would catch him, more and more searching for her eyes. Smiling up at Primo when he’d see her. So handsome in his robes, all of them in their full Papal regalia, and so brilliant in his command of the rituals. The one saving grace for the day, was knowing that when it was over, she would be back safely in his comforting arms. 

Primo and his brothers stood at the picnic tables, talking to the visiting clergy who had traveled for the festivities. The siblings had been finishing up their food as the ghoul began lighting up all the lanterns. The sun setting as the day was heading to an end, Primo noticeably distracted by his keeping tabs on Gwen. As the group continued to converse, Mr. Saltarian approached them. Placing his hand on Primo’s shoulder. 

“Pardon the intrusion Papas, but everything is ready for the conception ritual.” he alerted them. 

“Oh?” Primo asked, looking back over his old friend’s shoulder to see the altar, dressed in bouquets of yellow daffodils and lilies, ready for use. Primo knew this was the one ritual he was looking forward to. A few rites read by the chosen Papa and a blessing to the couple before they were allowed to consummate their intentions on the altar. Hoping to gain favor from Lucifer to help them conceive that night.  

Primo decided to give it a shot, sending Saltarian a knowing look before heading off to retrieve Gwen from the crowd. The group of them, watching as Primo went running off opposite the altar. Saltarian, giving a hopeful smile as he tried to regroup the rest of the Emeritus brothers. Only then did Copia notice Primo was leaving them. 

“Where is he off to? It’s time to start the rit—” Copia began before Secondo cut him off at the pass.

“You know exactly what he is going over there for stronzo.” he told him, Secondo rolling his eyes at Copia. The youngest Emeritus, finally beginning to understand the situation.  

“Can’t blame him… it's the perfect opportunity.” Terzo smirked, wiggling his brows at Mr. Saltarian and Copia. 

“Every opportunity for you is the perfect opportunity, now move.” Secondo hissed, shepherding them to the altar. 

Primo found Gwen quickly, seated by herself on a bench in the far back of the yard. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be mediating or finding a way to control her emotions— though Primo could tell she had just about had enough. Coming to sit down beside her and taking her hand in his, instinctively Gwen knew it was him.

“Is it over yet?” she asked him, the need to cry heavy in her tone. 

“Almost amore… almost.” he assured her, bringing her closer to rest against him. He could hear her sniffling. Bringing his hand up to wipe the warm tears that rolled down her cheeks. He couldn’t ask her now. The idea would only make things worse. 

“Don’t be… you know I was going to wait until a bit later to show you something, but I think now would be a good time. Get you away from all this, spend some time just the two of us before bed, si?” Primo asked as Gwen brought her eyes to him. 

“I’m sorry.” she told him. The weight of the day had been too much and now she was unable to hold back the emotions bubbling up inside.

“Ok… ok.” she sniffled, taking Primo’s hand as he led the way. To Gwen’s surprise he led her to the garden. 

 “It’s just over here.” he told her as they passed the roses and the newly bloomed poppies, hellebores, and bloodroots. Finding a small section of flower bed that was covered in the tiniest little sprouts, still lacking their blooms. 

“What are these?” she asked him. Primo smiled, sneezing tightly to her hand. 

“These are Forget Me Nots.” he began, watching as Gwen’s eyes began to tear up once again, “...I thought it would be nice for you to have a place to come when you need to think about them—the baby you lost.” he explained, his mismatched eyes roaming her face, watching her reaction. He wondered what she was thinking. Her eyes staring into his as if she could see directly into his soul. The tears balancing themselves on her lashes.

“Thank you.” was all she could say before the floodgates opened and Gwen began to weep into Primo’s chest. The stress of the day, coupled with his sweet gesture, hitting her full force. Unable to control her sobs.

“Of course… You know grief isn’t something we forget or get over. It's something we grow around. I know that I could never give you back, and I never expect you to forget them.” he told her. Primo, hoping that this small place just for her as a memorial to her baby would be able to help her heal.    

“I know amore… I know.” Primo said, as he held her close. Rubbing her back gently as she continued to cry in his arms. No matter how much time would pass, Primo knew that a part of her would also ache for what she lost. He only hoped she’d allow him to help carry the burden and to allow herself to heal.

“I was so happy.” Gwen cried, holding on to Primo for dear life as she felt her heart crushing inside her chest. The pain flowing through her as inside she recalled that day. The worst day of her life. 

Notes:

This chapter features a head canon involving a scar on Primo's *ahem* lol anyways I want to give credit to NYDELIDE on twitter and thank them for allowing me to include this in the chapter.

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[auspicioustidings]

Farah rides a "cowboy" (specifically, Alex Keller).

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This turned out a lot softer than I was intending but I cannot write these two as anything but an unreal level of in love :')

Keep Quiet

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CWs: smut-ish (it is very soft)

“You need to keep quiet habibi, don't want to disappoint the old man do you?”

Alex groaned low and pained. He knew this would not only disappoint Captain Price, it would probably earn him a beating from the man. After all Farah Karim was his favourite and he had punched out soldiers for even looking at her the wrong way. What would he do if he overheard them and came in to find Alex in his chair with her speared on his cock, his fingers squeezing bruises into her hips and her claw marks on his chest.

It wasn't his fault really. If Farah asked him for the stars from the sky he would find a way to the cosmos for her, so it was hardly a surprise that when months ago she had asked him for his body he had been eager to give it.

“I care for you Alex Keller. I do not want to die without your taste on my tongue” she had said, as if that wasn't completely ruinous to him.

He had let himself be taken right there and then, slow and agonising as all of the adoration he had been trying to bury came spilling from his lips. He had held her after and finally felt what contentment was like. Farah Karim had brought him back from the dead and given him purpose. He was certain the purpose was to love her with every fibre of his being.

Even when she was being a horrible woman like right now. She had asked him into the nearby office, John fucking Price's office, to “discuss the supply chain”. It was small and bordered by the rec room, the wall thin enough that usually anyone getting a bollocking had every word of it heard by whoever was making themselves a cup of tea or watching TV.

So he hadn't really suspected anything. Had been pretty scandalised when she had pushed him into the Captain's chair and unceremoniously moved around clothing so she could sink down onto his cock in one go, knocking the wind out of both of them.

“Fuck, Farah you're tight” he hissed through gritted teeth, trying to follow her instructions and keep quiet.

She smiled and he wanted to cry at how beautiful he found her, his fingers flexing and burying themselves further into her softness. She lifted herself nearly all the way off of him and hovered, looking into his eyes as they both took a moment to brace before she achingly slowly lowered herself all the way back down, choking out a gasp.

“I think my love that it is that you are too big.”

He bit off a curse and his self control evaporated, hips starting to snap up as he fucked into her in earnest. Fuck she was perfect, walls hot and wet and strangling his cock. He had no idea what he could do to possibly deserve her, but he was willing to spend the rest of his life trying to earn it.

“Alex, ah!”

Farah usually went slow, she liked being able to focus on the feeling of how he stretched her out, how her body would caress around him. She liked how he would look at her with love and neediness too, how he would tense and fight his own desire to take control.

But this? Fuck this was something else. When Alex Keller broke, he was pure unbridled passion. She dropped her head to his shoulder, muffling her cries into his skin and clinging on for dear life as he hammered up into her, the wet slapping sound obscene. Her pussy was practically drooling at the uncharacteristically rough treatment, the bulk of him underneath her the only thing stopping a wet patch being left on Price's chair.

“Fuck, sorry” he panted as he slowed.

He could feel her trembling in his arms and he knew that he was probably starting to hurt her. Farah shakily raised her head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips as they both stilled and recovered. She was unused to him treating her roughly and while it was exciting, she was thankful he had sensed when it had gotten too much.

There was a soft keening from him when she started to slowly roll her hips again, muttering an “I love you” onto his lips. His fingers started to massage gently at the bruises he feared he may have left as he sighed into the kiss. He was close and he was happy and he did not care that this was absolutely wrong on so many levels for them to be doing this here and now.

“Darlin’, I'm close” he said, moving a hand to gently play with her clit.

He was a gentleman and would rather die than cum before her. She needed at least one before he got off, ideally a few after too. It was how he liked to spent the afterglow, lazily lapping between her legs to bring her to a slow and gentle second or third orgasm. He imagined that wasn't on the table given where they were, so at least he'd like to give her one.

“Inside.”

“That safe?”

“One day.”

They both chuckled softly at one another, his fingers then bringing her over the edge nice and soft.

They had spoken about it at the start. Farah would not risk bringing a child into the world before it was safe for them and Alex had gotten a vasectomy almost immediately so she would never have to worry about it. But they had talked about reversing it once the war had been won. It wasn't sure to work of course, but they'd leave it to chance. So this little exchange was their way of alluding to that dream life beyond the fighting, the idea that one day they might feel like they had made their world safe enough for a family.

She circled her hips through her high, walls flexing around him until he hugged her to his chest with a choked off sob and followed her. They both stayed like that and just breathed for a moment, holding one another close.

A loud knock at the door made them both jump and then groan at the overstimulation it caused.

“At least invite me next time!” Gaz yelled from the other side of the door before his laughter disappeared down the hall.

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Young American - Part 6**

Part 6!!!! Eeeeek! Just tension building and the first smut! Also, Harry continues to be a huge sap 🥰

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“I’ll be your good girl.” 

Y/N’s delicate whisper was playing in a loop in Harry’s brain and making him feel like he was internally combusting; he was frozen for a few seconds as he processed her words. He had a need to please. It was more than making up for the past, it was just his style of loving on someone. He wasn’t able to fully unleash this side of himself with every partner he had, but he was really interested in getting there with Y/N - if she’d let him of course. He wanted to get to know her inside and out, physically and mentally, he felt that he already knew her emotionally. She herself was a giver, a caretaker, an empath - people like that are often the most neglected ones and he wanted to make sure that she never felt neglected again in her life. His hands tightened around her hips as his body caught up with his mind and he smiled and as she planted a kiss on his jaw. Then another and another until she had reached his chin and then she smiled timidly and looked up at him through her lashes, not kissing his lips yet.

“You mean that?” He asked quietly and she nodded, “Alright, baby.” He smiled and then leaned down to peck her lips quickly before stepping back a bit to bend down to the little drawers under the station to grab a second skin patch for his tattoo.

Y/N was confused, she was preparing for him to do something about the sticky mess in her panties, or at least ask her to take care of his hard on, but he didn’t. Maybe she had read him wrong, she could’ve sworn that he was a dominant type and that given the chance he would take what was his, but it seemed that he was a gentle giant. Maybe she needed to take charge if she wanted more from him.

“Wanna help me?” He asked with a chuckle and her eyebrows shot up as she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Right, yeah of course!” She responded and got off of the counter and lathered on some hand sanitizer before opening up the patch and covering his fresh ink. She smiled up at him, “Good to go.” She said softly and he just looked at her for a moment. 

“You like taking care of people, huh?” He asked and she shrugged.

“I guess so.” She smiled as she straightened up.

“It makes you feel good about yourself?” He asked and she creased her eyebrows in a little bit.

“I mean yeah, but that’s not why I do it. I guess you just never know who gets that sort of treatment regularly and who doesn’t. So if they have to deal with me I’m sure as hell going to make sure they feel good around me, you know?” He nodded and smiled.

“Do you feel like people care about you the same way you care about them?” He asked and she smiled a little sadly.

“Most of the time they don’t. But it doesn’t bother me, that’s expected, most people are takers.” She said with a casual shrug and he hummed. He maybe appeared to be a taker but he was a giver, if she only knew how much he was willing to give. How much of himself he had given before and like she said, been taken advantage of because of what he was willing to give. He gave subtly and discretely in ways that weren’t all that noticeable to begin with but as they spent more time together she would soon realize that she was being well taken care of emotionally, mentally, physically and well, sexually too. That would be the most obvious way for her to know if she wanted that with him.

“That they are.” He agreed and smiled at her, “Thank you again for my tattoo. I’m quite literally obsessed with it.” He hummed and she was beaming with pride.

“Send me that picture so I can post it.” She insisted and he nodded.

“Right!” He chuckled and went and did just that before they started cleaning up while making some small talk. 

Finally they were heading out towards the back exit and as the heavy metal door shut behind them she gave it a tug to ensure it was locked properly and with she turned towards him. He could feel her expectation radiating off of her, it made him want to grin teasingly. He was keen on feeling her perfectly soft and plush lips melting against his own too, but he liked to wait; to rile himself up until he couldn’t handle it anymore. Him playing nice and going above and beyond to get her to give him another chance was wonderful for him, he wanted her approval and he felt over the moon knowing that he had successfully made her happy with him again. 

Y/N was shy though and he could sense her impatience, but he wanted to know if she’d be the type to ask for what she wanted or just suffer in silence until he decided to kiss her again, whether that be ten seconds or ten days from now. He needed to know what he was working with to be able to fully gain her trust in this respect, after all that’s what any good pleasure dom does - gains his submissive’s complete and unequivocal trust first and foremost. It was just a few seconds of silence as they looked at each other, he knew she wasn’t good with silence, she had said so at the halloween party. It couldn’t have been more than five seconds before her eyes blinked away from his with a timid smile and he sighed a small laugh.

“Sorry, eye contact is hard for me.” She confessed and that just wouldn’t do. 

“Why?” He asked gently and she bit her lip before looking up at him again.

“I feel…exposed, I guess? Like people can read my mind and my thoughts.” She explained.

“You know, before we were…cool,” he said and she nodded, “I would get one look at your eyes and know when I’d hurt your feelings or peeved you off or enraged you.” He said.

“And you didn’t care?” She asked with a little bit of hurt laced into her tone and he sighed.

“Of course I did. I’ve always felt bad about it, I just talked myself out of feeling bad.” He admitted, “But I tell you this because it was absolutely mind boggling to me how despite all of the storms quite noticeably brewing inside of you, you held yourself together. Yeah, your eyes showed everything, you were vulnerable and I’d often be prepared to react a certain way and you’d do the opposite of what I thought. So even if you feel exposed, the mental process you go through completely changes everything so you’re…actually quite safe and hard to read. But moreover, it’s admirable, I’ve never met anyone who has so much emotional self-regulation.” He chuckled and she giggled.

“Yeah, mastering that skill has taken a lifetime.” She sighed.

“You don’t have to do that with me, you know? I can handle whatever you throw at me. Believe me.” He said and she chuckled.

“Mmmm, I don’t know about that, H.” She said and he grinned at her, “What?”

“You called me, H.” He said with a smile.

“Oh! I’ve heard Auree calling you that and it just slipped out I guess.” She said bashfully, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s OK. Most of my family and friends call me that. You can too if you want.” He assured her and she smiled.

“OK.” She hummed happily, “Well we should probably go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as she started walking back towards her car.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He confirmed with a smile and with that she twirled on her heels and walked off to her car. 

Harry had every intent of kissing her again, so he was careful to be quiet as he trailed after her to the back end of the parking lot and right as she got to her door he reached for her waist and turned her around as she gasped.

“Jesus, Harry!” She reprimanded and he smirked as he pressed her against the car.

“Sorry, love, I just had one more question for you.” He informed and she nodded, urging him to go on, “Can I kiss you again? Just one more time before we go.” He said more quietly and she immediately bit her lip as she looked up at him and nodded, “Yeah?” He asked again, breathily, as he leaned down, the tip of his nose skimmed along the length of hers.

“Yes. Please.” She whimpered and he hummed.

“Please?” He asked with a smirk and she looked away bashfully, “No, don’t be embarrassed, love. You have such good manners, I really like that.” He assured as he angled her face back up towards his, “Did say you’re a good girl. My good girl. Right?” He asked and she sighed with a little pout.

“Don’t make fun.”

“I’m not making fun.” He assured her as he inched closer to her mouth, “I like that you wanna be good for me.” He mumbled into the minuscule space between them. She was so patient, much like him. Their lips brushed gently but she made no move to press her mouth further against his, “And you are, Y/N. You’re so good for me. Know you’re itching for me to kiss you, but you’re so patient and respectful, waiting for me do it.” He crooned and she was feeling like putty, the anticipation was killing her, “How long are you willing to wait?” He asked.

“As long as you tell me.” She responded quietly and he grinned. Fuck, she was perfect, the things he could do to her if she decided to delve into his games with him.

“That’s a good girl.” He praised and she bit down on her lip at the sound of it, “Kiss me.” He instructed, voice quiet, yet commanding. He felt her tip-toe to reach his mouth better and she started leaning in and right as their lips grazed he pulled back with a smirk and she looked at his eyes with disappointment, “Kiss me.” He insisted again and she sighed and went back in, her lips puckered out to meet his and he once again pulled out of her reach as she creased her eyebrows in frustration, this made him grin even more, “Come on, kiss me.” He said again and her desperate eyes met his own before she leaned in again and he smirked as he pulled back again.

“Harry.” She pouted though an exhale of exasperation.

“What is it, love?” He asked teasingly with a smile as he rubbed the tips of their noses together playfully.

“You’re teasing too much.” She huffed. Oh, she hadn’t seen the half of it,��“Been listening to you and doing everything you say. Just want to taste your lips again.” She sighed and he bit his lip as his eyes met hers and without any further warning he grabbed a hold of her face and went in for another kiss- tongue first.

Y/N moaned as their eager mouths met desperately. She just held her lips open for him as his tongue rolled deliciously against her own. It made her insides feel like mush and for her chest to tighten at the distinguishable feeling. They both hummed and moaned into their kiss, it was one of those kisses that started making you think about how much more you wanted. He started to slow it down until they were leisurely smearing their lips together until he pulled away and sighed as his forehead rested against her own.

“What time is it?” He asked and she grabbed her phone from her pocket and giggled showing him that it was nearly 11 at night, “Jesus, been snogging you for nearly twenty minutes and it only felt like two.” He hummed and she grinned.

“It’s too easy to get carried away with it.” She agreed and he nodded with a hum.

“Alright, love, let’s get you in your car.” He said and she giggled and pulled her door open and settled in as he stood there, “See you in the morning, OK?” 

“See you.” She smiled before he shut her door and she started her car. He then hurried over to his and after a few moments they both went their separate ways.

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On his way home Harry could not stop smiling. He was so fucking happy that he had finally got to feel Y/N’s lips against his own. He got home and it still felt like he was in a dream of sorts, he was just going through the motions of getting ready for bed and when he finally settled into his mattress (he still hadn’t built his bed frame) he just tucked his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling just thinking about her. About the sweet, young, American apprentice who finessed her way into his heart with her kind, caring, and compassionate way of being. He must admit that even in her irritated state he liked her. He liked how alive she could make him feel. Without even giving it a second thought he reached for his phone and dialed her number, it rang a couple of times before it stopped and his entire body just froze for a second, waiting impatiently to hear her voice. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone in…a long, long while. He started to remember her, a dark cloud started to cloud his mind and then Y/N’s sweet voice swept in at the last seconds, breaking all of the darkness with her light.

“Hello?” She nearly whispered into the receiver and he smiled again. It made him feel like they were beside each other and speaking quietly into the night. He adored the sweet timbre of her voice.

“I can’t stop thinking about us kissing.” He confessed quietly, though there was a suspenseful air of trepidation to his vulnerable confession. He felt his chest tighten with the feeling of anxiety for being so open about it as he awaited her response. For a second he even felt regretful of calling her at this hour and saying anything at all.

“I can’t either.” She whispered back and he could hear the smile in her voice. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as his muscles relaxed at her confirmation of feeling the same way about their kisses as him. 

“I can’t wait to do it again.” He flirted with a smirk. He could just picture her looking away bashfully with warm cheeks. And she certainly was blushing, but she was nuzzling into the pillow beside her and as she inhaled to get a whiff of his cologne. It was probably from the night he stayed over. She really needed to wash it but it was comforting for her, so she had just neglected that one a bit.

“My pillow still smells like your cologne.” She informed him, changing the subject a bit and he smiled upon hearing that. 

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He inquired and she grinned.

“Not a bad thing at all. Your cologne smells really good.” She admitted and he hummed.

“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled, “Hey tomorrow, do you want to come over and help me build a few more things?” He asked and she smiled.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Cool. We can have dinner and watch a film or something?” He asked and she hummed, “Make out a little bit…” he added in and she giggled. He was a huge sap, which was not at all what she was expecting, but surprisingly she was enjoying it. All her life she was competing with others to get someone’s attention, even while together with them! Harry already gave her his undivided attention and she hadn’t really done anything except be nice to him. She liked knowing without a doubt that he was interested in her.

“Make out a lot?” She asked back with a smile and he chuckled.

“Yeah love, whatever you want.” He assured and that made her smile.

  “Ooh, what do you think we should get for dinner? Or are we cooking?” She asked and Harry chuckled.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and she giggled.

“Yeah, actually I kind of am.” She responded and he hummed.

“What are your aunt’s rules regarding late night deliveries?” He mused and she grinned.

“As long as they don’t disturb her sleep she doesn’t care.” She informed, “but don’t worry about it. There’s a Taco Bell around the corner, I can just go real quick.” She said and he tutted.

“Not at this hour, all alone. There are so many creeps out here.” He said and she giggled.

“Very gallant of you, but it’s OK, I promise.” She assured, “Do this at least twice a week.” She confessed and he chuckled and she giggled along with him.

“Of course you do.” He sighed with amusement and she bit her lip.

“But if you want to come over anyway…” she slipped in as their laughter died down and Harry’s mind fogged up without a rational thought within reach at her invitation. It was nearly 12:30… that’s not too late, right? He asked himself.

“Do you want me to?” He asked and she bit her lip as her tummy turned with excitement.

“Yeah.” She said back, “Impromptu sleep over!” She beamed and he hummed.

“OK, send me the address again and I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

“M’kay. Maybe bring your stuff for tomorrow so that you’re not rushing to get home early.” She said.

“Good thinking. And wait for me before going to bloody Taco Bell.” He said and she giggled quietly.

“OK.”

“Alright, see you in a bit.” He said before hanging up. Harry gathered up his things and drove out to her place like a bat out of hell.

Y/N on the other hand wasn’t even hungry anymore, just anxious to see him before her. She really didn’t want to wait until the shop to see him again. To feel his warmth radiating against her, to feel his lips puckering against her own, to hear his voice and his warm puffs of air against her skin. She got up and made her way to the kitchen and as she dug around quietly she opted for a few strawberries to satiate the hunger she felt. She then hurried to brush her teeth and laid in bed awaiting Harry’s text. It came about 10 minutes later and she hurried to the front door, opening it quietly and signaling him over. After a few moments he walked up with a large tote bag draped over his shoulder and a big smile.

“I found something to eat here.” She explained and he hummed as she let him inside and locked up quietly. When she turned around to guide him towards her bedroom he was just a few steps behind her and he leaned down to connect their lips in a quick kiss and she hummed with a smile.

“Sorry, couldn’t wait.” He whispered as he pulled back and she smiled.

“C’mon.” She said, blindly finding his hand and leading him back to her room. 

She closed the door behind them, gently pressing it back until it fully shut. Harry was setting his tote down at bench at the end of the bed. He slipped off the jacket he was in so that he was just in his t-shirt and shorts and sat on the edge of her bed and slipped his shoes off. He was just so effortlessly good looking, it was mind boggling. She then came up to him and he opened his legs to let her stand in between them and he hummed delightfully and his eyes closed for a moment as her fingers raked his curls back. When she reached the back of his head she let her fingers massage his scalp and he moaned, letting his head roll back and she smiled. Harry’s whole body was covered in goosebumps at the massage she was giving him. She slowly started coming to a stop and she titled his face up towards hers with a smile. He still felt tingly from the feelings of her fingers in his hair and he was smiling up at her dopily.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” She confessed with a smile and he chuckled softly.

“I can’t even remember the last time someone did that to me.” He responded. His voice now sounded hoarse and deeper than before and it made her buzz, “When I was a kid my mum used to do that to help me fall asleep. I was the worst at going to bed.” He said and she smiled at his reminiscing, “She would always make me chamomile tea with honey before bed to try and get me drowsy, think she maybe put Benadryl in it sometimes.” He said and Y/N giggled, throwing her head back like she did when she laughed and he bit his lip as he watched her.

“What?” She asked with a smile as she looked at him again and he shook his head bashfully, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I really like it when you laugh.” He said as he brought his hands to the backs of her thighs, rubbing tenderly, “I like it when you look so happy like tha’.” He said and she bit her lip, the thumping of her heart was surely palpable through her chest. God, she couldn’t even imagine where she’d be today if he had been this way from the start. She had to remind herself that she couldn’t just plop into his lap like she so desperately wanted to, “What’re you pouting about, love?” He asked her with concern. She hadn’t even realized she was pouting.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how I couldn’t just sit on your lap.” 

“Oh, right.” He recalled, he was so fucking happy to be with her he had even forgotten the slight burn of his fresh tattoo, “Well lets get in the bed then, yeah?” She nodded and they soon settled in, facing each other. The light from the moon was casting enough of a dim light to allow their eyes to adjust a bit and be able to see each other. Harry reached for her hip and draped his hand over it and she swears he was smirking as he let his hand slide a bit lower so that his fingers were resting on her butt and she squirmed as he gently pinched at it before he laughed softly.

“Stop it, you lecher!” She giggled and he shook his head.

“Don’t think I will.” He said and she rolled her eyes, “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He whispered and she did it again, “Such a brat.” He huffed and she smiled. He brought his hand up from her side let his fingers trace over her lips, “Even still, gonna kiss you good night.” He whispered and she smiled. 

She pressed a quick kiss to the fingers tracing her lips and he smiled at her sweet action. He was just about to pull them away and lean in, but then she slightly parted her lips and let her tongue tickle against his digits and he bit his lip as he felt a lump forming in his throat. He ran his fingers down a bit so that the tips pressed down her bottom lip and then he let it wobble back into place. Her needy eyes met his and he swallowed down the lump in his throat as he let his index and middle fingers trace along her bottom lip a few times, she lightly poked her warm and wet tongue against his finger tips and his heart started pounding and all of the blood in his body started rushing down to his groin. He barely pushed his fingers past her lips, he felt them skim over her bottom row of teeth and his darkened eyes met hers as he pushed them in further. They were both breathing so heavily and as she felt them rub against her tongue lightly she just couldn’t help it anymore and opened up wider and leaned in so that his fingers were fully in her mouth. She squeezed her lips together and sucked.

“Fuck.” Harry sighed breathily at the smooth texture of her hot tongue against the pads of his fingers. Her mouth was warm and wet and it made him think about other parts of her that were warmer and wetter for him. He started to pump his fingers in and out of her mouth slowly and she moaned around them, “You’re so good with your mouth, love.” She moaned at the compliment and he groaned as his cock started to throb and he pushed his fingers in deeper and he felt how she relaxed her jaw and throat to let him sink his fingers into the very back of her mouth, “Oh fuck, love.” He sighed desperately and he didn’t even process it as her hand lifted his shirt and bunched it up near his chest and her other hand then came between them and started to rub over his erection, “Baby-” he gasped and she moaned and sucked his fingers with more fervor.

Harry liked to edge himself. He thought of himself as a pleasure dom, his pleasure always came from bringing his partner as much pleasure as possible. Not that he never got to experience the pleasure, but typically he reserved coming for when he had sex. He would get himself off when he didn’t have a partner, but he would edge himself for days or until he just couldn’t handle it anymore and needed to bust a big load. It had been nearly a week since the last time he got himself off and just feeling her hot, little mouth on his fingers was doing enough to work him up. He needed her to stop before he came. 

“Shit!” He moaned as the pad of her thumb found the very leaky tip of his cock and she did nothing but rub over it and smear the mess of his precum over it until his breath was hitching, “Baby, baby, baby, stop! You’re gonna make me come!” He warned breathily and she moaned again and didn’t stop. He tried to pull his fingers out of her mouth to bring his hand down to stop her, but she bit down on them lightly and he moaned. He couldn’t help it as his hips bucked up towards her touch and his abs started to tense and his breath to hitch. His tip was so sensitive, he could feel his precum leaking and wetting the lower parts of his tummy, “Oh fuck…fuuuuck…” he moaned as his cum started to erupt from his red and throbbing tip. She moaned as she felt it oozing out and released his fingers from her mouth as he rolled onto his back, attempting to catch his breath. She leaned over and kissed his lips quickly before lowering herself, “W-wha’re you doing?” He whispered in shock..

“Cleaning your mess.” She mumbled as she planted a kiss over his butterfly tattoo and then rolled her tongue out to lick up the sperm that had spurted out onto his skin.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N…” he whispered almost as if in pain as she quickly licked over the tip of his cock and up his happy trail, leaving his body stiff as a board, awaiting her next move. But he felt her warmth pull away and then he felt her settled back into the pillows. He opened his heavy eyes and turned to her and she just gave him a small smile, “You’re…wild.” He said through a sigh and smile and she giggled quietly. 

“I get carried away easily.” She admitted with a soft tone and he smiled. She felt a little embarrassed now as he just smiled at her, they had only kissed for the first time a few hours ago and she had just made him come and licked the cum off of him. She was about to apologize when he bit his lip.

“Y/N, kiss me.” He commanded, “Lemme taste myself on your tongue.” He whispered hotly and she practically turned to mush as he said those words and she surged forward as they started to make out. She moaned as he gently sucked on her tongue, moaning at the slightly salty taste of his cum mixed with the taste of her own mouth. “Let me make you come.” He whispered after their lips parted with a gasp.

“Ummm, it’s OK…it’s ummm, kind of hard for me t-to come with a partner.” She admitted timidly and he furrowed his brows, “OK,  actually I’ve never come by someone else.” She rushed out and he looked offended. 

She just always felt like there were elements missing with partners. She felt that everything was so mechanical; the build up was hot and she would get aroused, but she never orgasmed. She’d had sore labia and a throbbing clit a lot from the lack of orgasms. When she’d get off though she’d let her mind wander to her fantasies, or sometimes she’d listen to something spicy and get off that way. But the point was that she had a hard time with partners. She didn’t know why but that’s the way it was, which was why she got so carried away when she’d made someone else come, it was the ultimate tease, giving someone something she’d never get back. She was snapped out of her rapid thoughts as Harry kissed her pouted lips.

“How about you let me give it a try?” He asked and she bit her lip, “It won’t be anything crazy, just gonna use my fingers.” He said. His fingers? She thought to herself. Just from hearing that she was mentally preparing for the disappointment and consolation speech she would give him when he didn’t make her come. She wouldn’t bother faking it with him, she felt that he was too smart for that.

“Yeah, OK.” She smiled nervously and he hummed and pushed her to lie on her back and he straddled her hips. He bent his arms to lower himself and to be able to kiss her and after a few seconds he parted from her mouth.

“If you don’t like something just let me know, OK? Or if you want me to stop just tell me to stop. OK?” He informed her and she nodded and he shook his head, “Mm-mmm,” he expressed his disapproval, “Want your words, love.” He said quietly and she swallowed thickly upon hearing that.

“OK.” She whispered, her chest already felt tight with nerves. No one had ever said that to her before. Now she wasn’t sure what to expect. His eyes met hers and despite the tender look he continued to give her there was something else hidden in his eyes. She wasn’t sure but when he spoke his next words she knew that something between them had shifted.

“That’s my good girl.” He said lowly. His eyes scanned over her face slowly and as he looked at her lips he wet his own with his tongue before sinking his top teeth into his fuller bottom lip and then it slipped from below it as his lips quirked up to the left in a boyish, teasing grin. His dimple carved deep into his cheek, it was adorable, but she knew that the cause of his grin was anything but adorable.

“What is it?” She asked timidly.

“I still can’t believe you licked up my cum.” He whispered and she felt herself blush and rolled her lips together to suppress her nervous laugh, “It was fucking hot.” His tone changed, but he was still smirking down at her, “Tastes alright, right?” He asked.

“Yeah. I liked it.” She confessed bashfully and he bit his lip again as he looked over her face once more before he knelt up to look down at the rest of her body. She watched as he ogled her; she was so turned on that her nipples were definitely straining against her old, thinned out baggy t-shirt. He reached his hand out towards her chest, but right before he kneaded his hand into it he pulled it back, barely skimming over the peak of her nipple and that sent her body into high alert mode. She wanted to ask him why he decided not to go for it but he answered that for her instead.

“I’d rather just go for the main event actually.” He said lowly and she hummed. His eyes trailed down to her pajama shorts, they were a bit loose and went down to about mid thigh,  “The eternal debate, panties or no panties?” He said with a smile, “What do you think I am?” He asked her and her mind flickered to what had happened not even 10 minutes before.

“No panties, obviously.” She said and he grinned.

“Yeah.” He shrugged with a snigger and she laughed softly.

“OK, so what am I?” She asked and he looked into her eyes. His gaze was so piercing that she didn’t see one of his hands lower to the front of her shorts, “Well?”she asked and he bit his lip to suppress his smirk as he pulled up the material right above the crotch of her shorts, imprinting the shape of her pussy right against the material. She yelped in surprise as the thicker middle seam of the shorts dug against her aching clit and her eyes widened as her hands flew up to cover her mouth. Harry’s face scrunched up as his silent laugh turned into a snigger and she closed her eyes and shook her head as she removed her hands from her mouth.

“I knew it was no panties.” He whispered cheekily. 

It was only then that Y/N felt a little tickle down her butt as she shifted a bit. She realized that it was from how wet she was and it took her by surprise, she had never been that wet before; she didn’t even know it was possible. Harry watched her and started to realize what she had just discovered. He could see from his peripherals how her thighs kept squeezing together or slightly shifting. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” He asked out of the blue with a cocky smile and she bit her lip and nodded. He quirked his eyebrow up expectantly and she widened her eyes in realization.

“Yes. I am.” She responded verbally.

“Yes you are- what?” He pushed further and she blushed as she realized what he wanted. She swallowed thickly before she spoke up.

“I’m s-so fucking wet for you, Harry.” She stammered in a soft and breathy voice and he hummed.

“Yeah, you are.” He hummed haughtily and she swallowed thickly again. He was so fucking sexy, Y/N was reeling. He could ask her to jump off a cliff and she’d do it, “Do you care if I see you bare or do you want me to keep your shorts on?” He asked her.

“You can take ‘em off if you want.” She responded and he smiled.

“OK.” He nodded and she lifted her hips to allow him to slip off her shorts. He folded them up and placed them off to the side before dipping down to kiss her. He shifted to one side of her and spoke into their kiss, “Bend your legs for me, yeah?” She just did it and he knelt in between her legs, careful to not move his thigh too much. Their lips met eagerly and he started to pull back, “Sit up.” He said and she sat up and he grabbed the two pillows on his side of the bed and stuffed them behind her so that she was propped up, “Want you to be able to see.” He hummed and she moaned. 

She couldn’t believe how wet she was for him, she could feel her inner walls fluttering and her clit was puffy and aching for attention. She didn’t remember the last time she had felt this on fire. But it was his words, his kisses, his energy. She suddenly gasped as his warm palm cupped over her center. He could already feel on the tips of his fingers how wet she was. He sighed with a smile.

“Shit…” he exhaled and she moaned as he added more pressure and his middle finger prodded right against her entrance. He wiggled his fingers up and down as she whined softly. The smacking, wet sounds of her arousal made him groan as his digits became coated in her arousal, “Fuck, love the sound of your wet pussy.” He growled lowly.

“Oh my god…” She sang in excitement as a wave of pleasure struck her core and expanded through her body.

“Gonna put my fingers in.” He warned her and she nodded, trying her best to relax. He slowly rubbed over her dripping, little hole, “Think I can start with two?” He mumbled into her mouth and she nodded.

“Yes, fuck. Please! I want to feel full.” She whispered desperately and he grinned as he started to push them into her gently. His fingers were obviously longer and thicker than hers, the fit made her body squirm as he sunk in, stretching out her long neglected pussy. She moaned aloud when he finally sunk in to the knuckle.

“Shhh, baby, shhh…” He shushed her with a grin, “Gotta be quiet.” He reminded her and she bit her lip and as he arched his fingers up and rubbed into her g-spot and her warm, velvety walls squeezed his fingers tight, “You’re so tight.” He grunted against her mouth as he thrust his fingers in and out, prodding into her g-spot over and over, her brain was melting as her entire body started to buzz and tingle from the center out. He started going faster and she let out a little squeak as her fists tightened up into the sheets.

“Oh Harry, right there!” She whined quietly, “Right there!” She mewled desperately. She was already starting to feel that familiar tightening in her stomach and her breathing started to become shallow. He then used his thumb to rub circles into her clit which made her gasp and for her mouth to open in a silent scream. Harry felt her muscles pulsate around his digits and he grinned.

“Thought it was hard for you to come with a partner.” He teased and she shivered, “Seems to me you’re already close, baby.” She moaned and he grinned, “Shhhh. Or I’m gonna have to gag you.” He warned and her eyes rolled back. Her body shook with the thrusts of his fingers and she felt her toes start to curl as she rolled her head back and Harry leaned down against her ear and nibbled at her ear lobe, “Still my good girl?” He asked and she nodded, “Good. Want you to come for me then, baby.” She shuddered at his command, “Can you do that for me?” He asked and she nodded.

“Oh my god!” She gasped. Her breathing started to shallow as the fire in the pit of her stomach started to spread through her entire body. Her hips started thrusting up into his fingers and he groaned, “Good baby, fuck yourself on my fingers until you come.” He muttered and suddenly she froze and her breath hitched.

“Fuck Har-” her moan was muffled as he pulled her face into the crook of his neck. He panted through a soft laugh as he felt her legs trembling as she moaned into his neck as she came undone. He started to slow his pace gradually to help her ride it out and he removed his hand from the back of her head as she started breathing hard, letting her head rest back into the pillows. She swallowed thickly as she tried to breathe deeper and he rubbed the tip of his nose playfully against her own as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her.

“You OK, love?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, just… recovering.” She smiled in satisfaction and he grinned, “Thank you for that. I’ve been missing out.” She panted before puckering her lips and he kissed her quickly.

“Anytime, baby. M’gonna get a taste, OK?” He said and she nodded, watching as he knelt upright and brought his cum-coated fingers to his lips and slipped them in. He groaned and shut his eyes as he cleaned off his fingers, “Gonna rush to the bathroom.” She nodded and he hurried out of the bed and quietly snuck out to the bathroom in the hallway that was all her own. 

After a few moments he returned with a small towel in hand and he warned her that he was going to clean her up and she was shy about it, no one had ever done aftercare for her, but this was something else. He then helped her get her shorts back on before he settled into the bed. He backed into her and she spooned him and he hummed in comfort as her lips smooched a kiss on his shoulder.

“Still gonna hang out with me after work tomorrow right?” He asked her and she smiled.

“Yeah, of course.” She whispered and he smiled as he nuzzled further into her, “Night, H.”

“Night, baby.” He whispered.

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