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writtenapoiogy · 3 months

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patrol; jaime reyes

pairing: jaime reyes x f!reader

summary: jaime comes home from patrolling and has one thing on his mind.

word count: 1.0k

warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, titty suckin, and porn WITHOUT plot there is no plot just fuckin like almost immediately per usual, use of pet names (mami & baby)

a/n: hiiiiii i know i’ve been gone for over a month but i bring you this as a peace offering. also my birthday was about two weeks ago so heres to 20! also i wrote this on my phone cause i have no wifi rn so i can’t use my laptop so if this is bad im blaming it on that 🤩

Jaime just came home from patrolling. He sat down on your couch. He had this look in his eyes. A look you’ve seen many times before.

He needed you.

And he needed you bad.

“C’mere,” he spoke low, his voice deep.

You felt your body shiver and your stomach do a flip. You loved when he came home from a good patrol. He was all sweaty and confident and even a little arrogant, but it still turned you on nonetheless.

You walked over to Jaime and dragged your hand lightly along his jaw feeling his stubble. His hand wrapped around your wrist then he swiftly moved his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap.

Jaime began to tear off your clothes till you were completely bare before him. It made you feel isolated but he doesn’t care. If anything he liked that you were completely naked in front of him.

The suit was only revealing his head. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing because he is extremely hard right now.

Even though he felt like he was about to burst through his suit he couldn’t help but to tease you a little.

He scanned your body with his eyes and bit his lip. Khadji, who seemingly had read his mind, dissipated his gloves. He brought his hand to your plump breast and started to play with your nipple.

He started twisting it and pulling it, keeping his eyes locked on yours. He loved seeing how long you could hold your eye contact while he was torturing you with such sweet pleasure.

You always lost. Always.

His eyes were so deep and so brown, filled completely with lust, it was too much for you. And as soon as he placed his hot wet mouth on your bud, you closed your eyes immediately and threw your head back.

”Jaime!” You moaned. You started to grind your hips against the lower half of his suit. You could feel yourself getting wetter and needier by each second that passed.

He pulled his mouth off of you and brought his hands to your breast making sure he was still lighting a fire inside you. “Hmm. What is it, mami?”

“I need you.”

He smirked and instantly placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a rough kiss. It was deep and hot and almost all tongue and teeth.

You raked your fingers through his hair and tugged, making him moan into your mouth. He used his hand that wasn’t on your neck and wrapped it around your back to pull you completely against him.

Within seconds his suit dissipated and his cock slid right inside of you eliciting a gasp from you. He groaned deep into your mouth as he slid all the way inside of you.

You broke away from the kiss, “Fuck Jaime.”

He ran his hands up and down your back, ”C’mon ride me. Show me whose dick this is.” He grabbed your ass and lifted you till just the tip of his cock was inside of you then slammed you back down.

You had to stop yourself from screaming, it felt so good. He always felt so good inside of you. Especially when you fucked raw. You started to ride him slow and hard.

Each time you came down on his cock you whimpered, the tip of his dick was hitting that spot so so good. You kept your hands in his hair and you were gripping tight for some sort of stability.

You started to ride him like your life depended on it. Chasing your release and his at the same time needing him to come inside of you.

Jaime loved hearing all the noises you made for him and he wasn’t quiet either. The two of you having sex was not something you can do with other people nearby.

All you could hear in the living room was y’all’s moans and wet slapping every time you came down on his cock.

He was groaning and grunting just staring at you moving up and down his dick. Watching you envelope him. He loved your pussy more than anything.

You were slowly becoming a hot mess on top of him. You were so close. But you just couldn’t get it. It’s like your orgasm was there one second and then gone the next and you hated it.

“Jaime. Baby, please. I need to come. I-I need it so bad.”

He started to rub his hands all over your body. “So come, baby.”

You were starting to get frustrated. Your climax was so close yet so far. “I-I can’t. Jaime, please. Please do something.”

Jaime listened and flipped you guys over and laid you down on the couch, his dick never leaving you. He immediately started fucking you, fast.

“Oh my-, Jaime!” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dug your nails in as hard as you could. Jaime liked the pain and he was gonna heal anyway.

He felt your warm walls fluttering around his cock. “That’s it. Yeah that’s my girl. C’mon come for me.”

You let out a deep mewl as you finally came. Jaime started speaking Spanish as he met you with his own climax, releasing his searing hot come inside of you.

You two came down from your climaxes and caught your breaths.

“You must’ve had a good patrol?”

He smiled and let out a breathy laugh before he laid a kiss on your cheek.

He pulled out of you and started to finger his come back inside of you when he saw it coming out. He smirked down at you as you began to fall apart again. He began to curl his fingers against your gspot and then brought his free hand right over your mound and used his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

You came on his fingers in seconds.

That wasn’t the last time you came that night. Jaime had insane stamina.

#jaime reyes #blue beetle #jaime reyes smut #jaime reyes x you #jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes fanfiction #jaime-reyes-smut #xolo maridueña

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wicchyy · 5 months

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0.1 — drunkfession ; james potter

sum: alcohol has both you and James thinking about what could’ve been

warnings: drunk teens

notes: wrote this months ago but its literal shit needed to clear my notes tho!

James stumbled in his steps as he climbed up the corridor stairs. His head was heavy, his eyes bleary, but even in his drunken state he was still able to make out the person stood before him.

Judging by your puffy lips and reddened cheeks, he was able to either guess you were drunk or had been crying. Your hair fell in its silky locks, tangled by the ends. James just wished he could comb through them, make them look perfectly straight just how he liked it. His heart ached a bit when your eyesight avoided him immediately.

He knew he’d hurt you, he knew how you and him didn’t talk much more these days, didn’t joke around even when you’d been promised a friendship still. But none of those compared to you avoiding eye contact with him.

The breakup didn’t go well. He had convinced you that both of you weren’t good for each other. And maybe you weren’t. Things were messy for you, and he was in a complicated situation as well. You’d gone through a list of hookups after. But James, James had gotten into a semi serious relationship with Lily Evans. At first he tried to hide it, then things got more complicated and James couldn’t keep things away any longer. The news came a few months after your breakup, but the fact hurt, and maybe mixed with a bit of alcohol in your senses— you had broke down to the pictures of them together.

James didn’t knew what was going on in his head then, maybe he enjoyed Lily’s company, maybe he did like her. But if he did, then why was he so completely over her in just a week, or why— even worse, was his heart panging in his chest and his heartbeat ringing through his ears when he sees you like this.

And why, when the air gets colder and the leaves turn browner does he have you feeling like his girl again?

“Hi.” He starts simply.

You wave your hand, “You can cross, Potter.”

He wants to speak, but the words don’t come out right, “I— I don’t—“

“You know, you can speak to me properly. Know you’re drunk ‘n all, but it’s really not that hard, Potter.”

“What d’you mean?” He asks harshly.

You lean away from the wall, “I mean, you’ve been avoiding me all the time. ‘S not like I’ve done anything wrong, have I?”

“Oh, c’mon Y/n. I—“

“Why’re you even here?” You slurred, “Shouldn’t you be busy with Lily?”

He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. “I have an actual life other than her, thank you very much. And besides— ‘s not like we were anything.”

You knew. Of course you knew. You were friends with Sirius and Marlene, Merlin, one of those were bound to say something. “Really?” You asked, not to sound too interested or anything.

He hmm-ed, answering simply.

“Then why’d you break up with me?”

One. Two. The seconds passed by just as direct as your words. Unsurprisingly aiming for his heart.

“You know I cant answer that, Y/n.”

You scoffed, “Why not? Haven’t had actual closure all this time. Might as well, right? We’re both drunk, probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.”

Truthfully, even if you were drunk off your arse, you knew you wouldn’t forget about anything about this night. Even starting from this moment, it had all been captured and stored in your memory. Just like all the other ones with James in it, it was tucked in the safe space of the small slot in your heart.

“Yes. No— lie. I remember everything with you in it.” Just like your minds were the same, he admitted just a bit more bravely than you.

“I just want to understand, Jamie.”

There it was. Jamie. He knew the nickname was coming, and yet he still expected a small heart attack to occur when you pronounced the name so gently, just like you used to.

“I know you do.” He sighed, running a hand through his mess of curls. “But I don’t know either. My head was a mess, just like you were. And I guess— I guess I never apologized to you and never helped you through it. But you should know, Y/n, I really am sorry for all of it.”

Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, avoiding the mess of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “I didn’t ask for your apology. I asked why.”

More tugging on his hair, “I don’t— don’t know, Y/n. I guess, things were really messy and I did the first thing that came to mind instead of thinking it through.”

“You should’ve spoke to me. Asked me for help. Or something. I was there for you, Jamie. You had me, just like I thought I had you.”

The words cut. He knew, and you knew too.

“You were there for me?”

You rolled your eyes again at him, a small laugh escaping and your voice going down. “You know you’ll always have me, right Jamie? No need to be so choosy with my words.”

His beautiful hazel eyes light up, “I know.”

“You avoided me. You acted like I didn’t exist.” You frowned. Even with his poor eyesight, James could see your eyes turn glassy.

“Honey—“ James stopped himself, “Sorry, Y/n. I— I didn’t know you felt that way. You said you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“What?” You suppressed the want to smack his head, “When did I ever say that, you idiot?”

“I dunno! I just got the vibe!”

“You’re so stupid, Potter! This is why I hate you!”

“You don’t hate me.”

“Yes, I do.”

James scoffs, “You could never hate me.”

“Right, because you’ve treated me so perfectly.” You mumbled.

The staircase didn’t have much air as the window was far on the top end. You felt yourself getting hotter, particularly the heat reaching up to your cheeks when James clicked his tongue and pursed his lips.

“Let me treat you perfectly then.” He offered, you weren’t sure if he meant it or if it were just one of his mindless, drunk flirting. Probably the latter.

You scoffed, “Not a chance, Potter.”

“I mean it.” He took a step forward. His fingers twitched, itching to grab ahold of yours. He knew just then what it’d feel it, yours were cold and his was warm. He knew it was like whatever this was between you two, just something teetering on the edge, if he had a chance to grab ahold of you he knew he could warm you right up. But James hadn’t yet trusted himself if he was able to earn your heart and not break it again.

“I have experience in not believing what you mean.”

“I wanted it to be you, Y/n. So badly.” He confessed in a whisper.

“Then why not?” You only dared to ask as the tears finally drop gently across your cheeks.

Why not? Well, it was quite clear then why not. Because his robes were decorated with red and gold and meanwhile yours were lined with astute silver and green.

You. Always you. How could he ever forget … about you? Even if it’s been months since your breakup, and months since you’ve spoken so intimately with each other, everything about this felt natural.

“You know why not.”

You rolled your eyes, pretty sure your cheeks have been rained with black mascara by now. “It sucked to see you trailing after Lily for weeks. It sucked because I knew how it felt having you on mine.”

“I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, trying to lighten the mood with your insistent remarks the whole conversation. “You’ve said that before.”

“Honey.” James smirked ever so slighty. He moved his face closer to you until you could feel his breath fanning over your nose. “I’m so, so sorry.” Your cold choulder was suddenly touched by a warm presence, his fingers creeping up to twiddle with the thin strap of your dress.

“Jamie..” your voice wavered, serving as a warning to James.

“I could have you forgiving me so easily, you know that?”

You decided then, if James wanted to play this game then you could compete as well. “How about, you spend more time trying to get a sincere apology to me ready by next morning. Maybe then I’ll see if I’m ready to forgive you.”

“God, I had you tearing up a minute ago and now you’re back to this?” James panted.

Your hand pushed at his chest, “See you in the morning, Potter.”

James smiled politely, the smile you hated. Then his head dipped lower and pressed a singular light kiss on your clavicle. “Goodnight, then.” He whispered against your skin.

“Ugh. Goodnight, Potter.” You replied swiftly before quickly leaving.

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yuesya · 5 months

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The thing is, no one really knows what happened in the battle between Gojo Shiki and Ryomen Sukuna thousands of years ago. There are records, of course, but most details have been lost in the weathering of time –to say nothing of the fact that there were no statements from reliable eyewitnesses who had actually witnessed the battle itself. The aftermath of the altercation between the two strongest sorcerers of the Heian Era had fundamentally changed the surrounding landscape, to the point of even affecting the weather itself.

Any curious spectators hoping to catch a glimpse of the battle had likely ended up being collateral damage. Sukuna was not the type to care about bystanders getting caught in his attacks. And as for Shiki…

It was hard to say. The Gojo Clan liked to lean into their legend of the perfect sorcerer; powerful enough to crush any cursed spirit or fellow competitor with ease, while still remaining compassionate and caring in their defense of mankind. Shiki was a woman, so surely she would’ve been a compassionate and caring person, right?

Whoever wrote those accounts should really come and take a good look at what was left in the street where Sukuna and Shiki briefly faced off against each other. The cursed energy residuals that still lingered in the air… not all of it belonged to Sukuna.

Gojo Satoru lets out a low whistle and straightens, pulling down his blindfold. “How’s Tsumiki doing?”

“Things came as quite a shock to her,” Ijichi answers. Well, that much is obvious. Prior to her coma, Tsumiki had only been peripherally involved with the sorcery world. And now that her brother had been seized as an unwilling vessel for the King of Curses, whose first act had been to try and kill her… “She’s… not taking it well, but she’s determined to try and help Fushiguro-kun however she is able to.”

On her own, Fushiguro Tsumiki wouldn’t be able to do much. But given that she was currently the vessel of Gojo Shiki, one of the most powerful sorcerers that the Gojo Clan had ever produced…

“Although, I don’t think she’s had much luck communicating with Gojo Shiki. There’s also the pressure from the Gojo Clan since they discovered that she’s harboring–”

“I’ll take care of that.” It figures that even with the imminent end of the world looming over them, the old fossils from the clan are still wholly preoccupied with obtaining power. Did they really think that Satoru wouldn’t do anything to them just because of the threat they were facing?

Fools.

He’d deal with them in a bit. For now, though…

The first order of business would be finding Tsumiki, and seeing if he could prod her new passenger into a conversation. If Gojo Shiki was anything like what Satoru suspected her to be, he’s under no illusions that she would react favorably to him simply because of their blood relation. But given that Satoru had a fight with the King of Curses coming up next month and Shiki was the only one who’d truly fought Ryomen Sukuna and bested him… no point in overlooking such a potential resource, hmm?

Besides, Satoru is admittedly rather curious about his clan’s fabled ‘Gojo Shiki.’

#Writing #zenith of stars au #heian shiki au #special thanks to ko-fi friends!#tumblr snippet decided by monthly vote #little bit of background here #i guess the next installment in this would be gojo satoru having a conversation with gojo shiki

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ihavethedreamies · 2 months

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Expert | Easy to Expert (3 v7)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Bang Chan - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.6k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Bang Chan

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Fluffy Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Pet Names (Love, Pumpkin, Baby Girl, etc.), Multiple Partners, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Sixty-Nine, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Bang Chan has a Monster Cock (of course), Cockbulge (hmm), Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Daddy Kink gets awakened, this is actually really soft and fluffy believe it or not, Bromance

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). I also have the reader being pretty short even though I am 5'7". The reason being is I have a size difference kink/fetish, mostly because I am not small, and so I put it into a lot of my stories. Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, but I also imagine a character in my place for these, so I don't sometimes take into account what others do.

Author's Note: This is the last one I am writing in this series, so let's see what absolute nonsense shows up here. I'm going to TRY and tone it down…

PS. I wrote the first not before I wrote the story, and this is after. This went a COMPLETELY different direction than I thought it would. Get ready for tooth rotting fluff AND smut.

PPS. Bang Chan is my bias and Felix my bias wrecker so that is why this one ended up like this…

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"What?" Chan stopped dead in his tracks, Felix continuing past him. He thought for a second that he was hearing things, or someone else's conversation. The younger man stopped as well, turning back to his best friend.

"(Y/N) wants a threesome, you in?"

"Why are you asking me?" Chan sputtered and Felix shrugged casually.

"She asked for you specifically so…"

"She asked for ME?"

"Yes?" Chan's head was swimming. He had to admit, ever since he found out a few months ago you couldn't cum, he was looping in his head. It wasn't romantic intentions behind him trying to figure out what he could do for you…Not at all. He had been trying to convince himself he no longer had romantic feelings for you, especially since you started dating Felix. It was obvious to the others, even Felix, but he appreciated that his hyung denied it even to himself.

"Are you sure?" The eldest of the group asked your boyfriend.

"I wouldn't be asking you if I wasn’t. She picked you like a month and half ago, I've had time to think about it." Felix huffed, amused. Chan was getting flustered, and the younger man knew why.

"Are you thinking tonight?" They were already on their way to your apartment for movie night.

"Well…yeah. We can move it though."

"You really think I can just sit and watch a movie with you two now?" Chan shook his head, but continued walking. Felix fell into stride next to him and they continued to your place.

Felix messaged you when they were about fifteen minutes out, and you scrambled off the couch to get ready. To say you were excited was an understatement. But you were also lowkey terrified. It was not a hidden fact among the friend group what Chan was packing. You had even heard from other girls on campus. Not a traditional player by any means, he had been around the block. He was an incredibly sweet gentleman, but a lot of girls just wanted to fuck him to say they conquered the beast. That was literally what they said. The thought made you shiver as you prepared. Stepping out of the bathroom, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Felix had gotten you a set of wolf cosplay lingerie, fitting for Chan. It was more or less a bikini lined with gray fur. The silicone plug he got you a month ago now had a grey furry tail attached; the texture tickled the backs of your thighs. A matching headband with grey ears sat on your head, it was a little too big though, so you hoped it stayed on. Furry cuffs surrounded your ankles and wrists as well. The bottoms of the set were more like shorts than panties, but there was a hole cut out of the crotch which gave access to your cunt as well as let the tail plug sitting in your ass. You shook your arms to get rid of some of the nerves. Though, they just came back two-fold when you heard your boyfriend and his friend arrive. Your shaking increased as you padded to stand at the foot of your bed, waiting for them to remove their coats and shoes and meet you in the bedroom.

"Go on, bro." Felix told Chan, his accented English hitting your ears. Were they going to speak like that the whole night? Fuck yeah.

"Oh, baby girl!" Chan was floored as he entered your room. You looked so fucking cute, his heart thumped hard, and he felt his pulse in his cock too. The pet-name did stuff to your insides, and you nervously wiggled, the tail wagging a bit from the momentum. To be honest, before you and Felix hooked up, you were tempted to go to Chan. With his reputation, you were sure he could have managed, but you in no way regretted that it was Felix. Your boyfriend followed him in and came to admire you as well. You turned toward him as he settled only a foot away from you.

"Good job, love." He praised and you both turned back to Chan. He was still gaping, and you were still too nervous to look him over completely. He just had grey sweatpants on and a black sweatshirt. You desperately wanted him to take it off so you could get a better look at him. You had seen his perfect body many times, but you wanted to touch it. Your fingers fidgeted with themselves, the black painting nails at the ends catching Chan's eye.

"Rules?" You prompted Felix and he looked at you, back to his friend then shook his head.

"Just tell him no if you want." he told you and you blinked, then again. Seriously? He would let his friend kiss you? Fuck your holes and fill you with his cum? That was four of the rules out the window. Plus, if he wasn't going to lead Chan through this, then the final one was trashed as well. The thought made your core clench as you finally looked back to the other Australian.

"Go on." Felix assured you and you took a hesitant step forward, then trotted over to Chan who was still looking at you in awe. His hair was brushed up and back some, framing his forehead. You would have been fine just looking over every detail of his handsome face, but you needed even more. Your small hands went to the zipper of his hoodie, and he let you pull it down. He huffed at your pout when you saw he had a t-shirt underneath.

"It's below freezing out there, baby girl." He told you, amused by your reaction. You mumbled something incoherent, and he laughed. The sound pierced you, made you let out a small whimper, pushing his sweatshirt off. He continued to watch, amused, casting a glance at Felix who looked just as entertained by you. You took a deep breath, sneaking your hands under his shirt and mewling as your warm fingertips brushed over the ridges of his abs. With his assistance, you removed the shirt completely and Felix saw your thighs clench. While he wasn't thrilled by how turned on you were already, he wasn't too surprised either. You were honest with him and admitted you almost went to the eldest for assistance before you and Felix got together. He appreciated your honesty, and therefore trusted you. Didn't mean his pride wasn't a little hurt.

"Oh, my god." You gasped out, your touch tickling Chan some. He laughed, his gorgeous smile distracting you for a second.

"Can I kiss her, 'Lix?" Chan asked politely and you leaned in some more.

"Yeah, I guess." Your boyfriend allowed and you let him kiss you. He was rough, more so than you expected. Chan knew better, he was there to fuck you, not make love to you. He would leave the sensual kisses to Felix. He tilted his head, his hand going to the back of yours and his slid his tongue in your mouth. You keened at the feeling. He was good. Too good. You pulled back a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

"D-don't do that again." You muttered, your face red. He nodded, humming in agreement. Felix snorted playfully. His trust was well placed. Not wanting to step over the line, Chan stayed mostly still as you sank to your knees before him. Seeing him shirtless in the grey sweatpants was already sinfully attractive, you wondered what he would be like fully naked. An adonis carved out of marble for sure. There was already a bulge from his hardening cock, but it was mostly hidden by the thick material. He laughed at your eagerness as you hastily pulled the waist band away. Your eyes widened as he stepped out of his pants. He was nowhere near being fully hard, but his black briefs were already straining.

"Fuck." You wheezed. You were salivating like the wolf you were dressed as. You fiddled with the tag on the black choker you had on, Felix's name engraved into it. As long as you only fell for Chan's cock, it was fine. You turned to look back at your boyfriend anyway and he gave you a reassuring smile. He had looped over every possible scenario in his head over the last month, knowing to almost a T at that point what would make you react in what way. So far, no surprises. Even though to some you hadn't been dating long, you spent as much time together as possible, so he knew you well. You had been friends for years before then too.

"C-Can you…" You drifted off, wanting to get a good view of Chan's briefs coming off. He smiled and did as you wordlessly requested. He felt a little sheepish under your gaze, honestly, as you ogled him. Adonis indeed. You literally watched his cock harden further under your appreciating gaze. You licked your lips, desperate to wrap them around him. Felix ended up not speaking the rule you had first decided on, but you were a bit worried about what it would do to you to let Chan cum down your throat.

"Can we do something?" Chan suggested, snapping you out of your daze. He also looked at Felix.

"Sixty-nine?" He finished the request and Felix stiffened a bit. Knowing Chan, he might be able to make you cum from that and your boyfriend wasn't sure if he was okay with that. The eldest was definitely the expert of the group and mastered the art of sex like the instruments he could play. But, when he looked into your big, pleading eyes, he couldn't say no. With a slow nod you hopped to your feet giddily and Chan chuckled, following you to the bed. He nodded for you to climb over him once he was on his back. Straddling his face, he wrapped the tail around his hand just to hold it out of the way. The panties gave him perfect access, the fur ticking his cheeks a bit though.

"Sit on me, baby girl." He urged and you lowered your hips. You weren't expecting the immediate pleasure you got from his tongue. He immediately swirling it around your clit, sucking hard. You gasped, falling forward, finding the head of his now fully hard cock in front of you. Once again, your eyes met Felix's and he nodded. Eagerly, you wrapped your hand around Chan's cock, your fingers not even able to touch. You wrapped your eager lips around the head, your jaw protesting some at the stretch. Chan rumbled under you; his strong arms surrounded your thighs to hold you where he wanted you. Your moan vibrated through his dick as you got as much as him as you could in your mouth. It would be too dangerous for you to let him into your throat, you had to center yourself by finding Felix again. He loved that you kept thinking of him throughout. It was also more arousing than he thought it would be, seeing your mouth full of his best friend's fat cock. Chan ate you like a man starved and your boyfriend could see the characteristic twitch in your hips that meant you were close. You were more shocked than Felix that the other man was getting you to the edge so fast. His hand twisted in the tail again, tugging it slightly, and took your clit between his teeth, rolling it and you fell forward as you came, swallowing his cock deeper. Chan grinned as your cunt dripped on his tongue and he let the tail go, letting your orgasm ride out. When you came down, you pulled him out of your mouth, panting for breath.

"Okay, baby girl." Chan eased you to roll off of him, you landed on your back, still breathing harshly. Tears pricked your eyes and Felix instantly came to your side, petting your head softly, shushing you. You looked at him, so pitifully, ready to cry.

"Hey, shh, love." His heart broke seeing you like that and Chan got up on his knees next to you. He could tell you were crying from emotions, not physical feelings, but he still felt bad. At the same time, he was extremely proud of himself for making you cum like that. He had satisfied the goal he set in the past, not ever thinking to dust it off and complete it. Chan's heart thudded again, this time in sorrow. You were too precious.

"I'm sorry, Felix." Your breath hitched and he leaned down to kiss your forehead, petting your hair. Instantly he felt bad for feeling jealous.

"Love, (Y/N), its fine. I'm not mad." He chuckled a bit to reassure you.

"Really?"

"Yes, sweet. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He hummed and you nodded, sniffling. Chan finally saw the relationship dynamic you two really had. It was a dominance and submissive one, but Felix played the role so softly. And you were so cute with it, not a hint of being a brat.

"You want to keep going, baby girl?" Chan made sure and you nodded shyly. He smiled warmly and helped you sit up, removing the loose headband so you could stop fiddling with it.

"Can I take all this off her?" Chan asked and Felix nodded. You sat there like a good girl as Chan gently undid and removed everything from you but the black choker. He even took the tail off the plug, leaving the silicone toy inside you. The other man also took the tie from your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders. The way he looked at you actually warmed Felix's heart. He also knew if you asked him, he would be open to letting Chan in on your relationship. If it was him…he could share you. That was something to bring up later though. You shivered a bit, now a tad chilly and Felix smiled, climbing on the bed to hug you from behind.

"Good girl." He soothed and helped Chan maneuver you to sit on his lap, back to him. Felix placed a soft kiss to your lips, and you whined at the feeling of Chan's cock wedged in the cleft of your ass. Felix had decided not to turn the vibrations on, planning it as a surprise. The encounter turned out to be softer than he originally thought it would be.

"What're you thinking, 'Lix?" Chan knew him too well, could see the gears turning. His eyes met the eldest's and you looked up at him too. His eyes cast to yours. It wasn't a secret that you had a huge crush on Chan about a year ago, but you never pursued it. Little did you know, Chan had liked you too, for a while. He didn't even piece together, that's what it was at first, but Felix knew. Even when Chan would deny it to himself, Felix knew. Felix could still sense your love for himself, but he also saw how you looked at his best friend.

"You want him too?" Felix asked and you didn't understand the question at first. Wasn't that why he was there? The other man figured it out immediately though.

"Felix-"

"I'm not stupid, hyung." He huffed playfully and his true meaning registered.

"Felix?" you asked him, implying your question in your tone. Are you sure?

"We can discuss it after, but don't feel guilty." Your boyfriend kissed you softly on your cheek under your eye.

"Want him here?" Felix continued, helping you settle on Chan's lap, stroking his fingers through your soaked folds. You nodded softly, letting the man behind you hold you in his arms. You felt so secure, even more so with Felix there too.

"Think you can make her cum again?" Felix challenged and the other man smirked.

"Let's see." He nuzzled behind your ear, one of his hands sliding down your stomach till his fingers hit your clit. You whimpered as he swirled over it, then slid both fingers home. You sighed as his fingers filled you. They were thicker and longer than Felix's, but just as talented it seemed. His palm rubbed hard over your clit as he scissored the digits in you, the pad of one finding the rough spot on your back wall. You twitched when he rubbed over it and Felix watched the gears turn in Chan's head. His fingers left your core, rubbing back up to your clit, and he exposed the little nub further. He was an expert, Felix decided. He learned your reactions instantly, knowing just what to do next. Chan then fucked three fingers into you, harshly pressed against your further exposed clit with his palm. His fingers crooked hard and up, his palm swirling your clit and you shivered hard, head tossed back to land on his shoulder. You were close. Once again removing his fingers, he took your button between two fingers, pinched hard and pulled your nub, and Felix watched your cunt spasm as you came. The slight bit of jealousy he still felt dissipated when he saw the way Chan looked at you. He nuzzled your temple with his nose as you trembled, kissing the crest of your ear. As you shuddered, coming down again, your head rolled so you could look at him.

"Fill her up, hyung." Felix allowed, smiling as your eyes widened.

"'Lix~" You reached out for him, Chan still loosely hugging you to him. The eldest smiled fondly as Felix came to you, the smile on the other’s face was so warm. Chan could tell how much you two loved each other, and he was honored you both were willing to let him wiggle his way in. When he was within reach, your hands stroked over your boyfriend's pretty freckle covered cheekbones.

"Let’s have Channie fuck you, hm?" He cooed, the words racier than his tone implied. You whined with a nod and Chan chuckled softly at your cuteness. You both were so cute.

"Okay, baby girl. Tell me if it’s too much." The man behind your spoke into your ear, his arms holding you closer, his right hand coming to cup your left breast. You never got much sensation there, but you did flinch a bit when he pinched your nipple. Chan loosened his hold, moving his hands to rest at your hips, and Felix's moved to your waist. You let them move you around like you were a ragdoll till you were kneeling, cunt hovering over Chan's cock.

"Good girl." Felix praised, kissing the corner of your mouth as they both led you to sink on the eldest's dick. The feeling knocked the air out of you, he was so fucking big. You couldn't help but ponder how much bigger he could be if he was taller. He whispered soothing words in your ear, Felix kissing over your collarbone. You breathed, using the same technique as when your boyfriend fucked into your ass. Chan groaned, your cunt was so hot and tight, and he could feel your slick gummy walls perfectly. It made you all the more addicting. He could also feel the bump of the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt. When Chan felt your cervix kiss the head of his cock, he halted your descent, a good inch or two left.

"M-more." You pressed and Chan rubbed circles over your lower stomach. He smirked, he could feel the bulge of his cock already, and you mewled when he pressed down.

"You sure, baby girl?" Chan's voice had gotten huskier somehow, deeper, rumbling through you. Felix smirked and lowered his voice himself, bringing his mouth to your other ear. What your boyfriend planned on saying next would probably earn him a playful smack later, but he was so eager to see your unfiltered reaction. Your eyes were already blank, nothing but cock on the brain.

"Tell daddy how you want his cock." Felix ordered you and Chan gasped as your cunt squeezed him hard. He huffed, thinking he misheard what Felix whispered to you at first.

"Want daddy deeper~" You whimpered and the men both groaned at your plea.

"Yeah?" Felix teased you further.

"Yes, sir~" You pled to him instead and he smiled. You were too fucking cute. There was a very specific reason Felix preferred you called him sir during sex, and that reason was splitting you open on his cock. At first, he didn't want to use 'daddy' because he was jealous, thinking it might make you think of Chan. Especially since you jokingly called the eldest that all the time. But now…everything worked out perfectly.

"Okay, pumpkin." Your boyfriend's pet name for you changed and the new word made your core pulse around the other's dick. Chan knew that you both went full into roleplay mode at that.

"Daddy~" You whined, and he laughed, acquiescing. You yelped when his hips shifted under him better, letting him thrust up hard, burying his cock all the way in you. Words escaped you, only a string of babbles left you. Felix smiled and shuffled down the bed more. Chan watched, curious, and almost protested as the other man moved. He just let Felix do whatever though. Your legs were spread to sling over Chan's, holding them open. Felix's hands came to your inner thighs, spreading you further and he marveled at your folds straining to take Chan's massive cock. Your entire body jerked when he flicked his tongue at your swollen clit, his tongue lightly brushing over the other's dick. The man's arms tightened a bit around you as you slumped into him further, and with one more flick of Felix's tongue, you fell apart again. At this point, your cunt was burning from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend knew if you got over the crest of pain, you could just keep on going. After your spasms went away, he sat back to just watch again, nodding to Chan.

"Ready, baby girl? Want daddy to fuck ya good?" His hand came to rest under your jaw, putting just enough pressure for you to feel it but not restricting your airway.

"Please!" You mewled, head lolling back and forth. His other hand was still on your stomach, and Felix put his hands on your hips to help, lifting you slightly and pressing you back down as Chan fucked up. You gasped, your cunt stung from the friction, but the pain was so good as the man behind you railed you. It was a good thing Felix was okay with Chan joining, you thought on later, because you didn't think you could live never taking him again. You were definitely a size queen and Felix marveled at you taking his friend like a champ.

"Ah, fuck, (Y/N)~" Chan was getting close, and he looked to your boyfriend, asking permission. Felix looked at your fucked out expression.

"Cum in her." he told Chan, and he got as deep as he could and let go. Your stinging core piqued, the pain burning into pleasure, and you weren't sure if Chan filling you with his sticky cum was what put you over or Felix's voice.

"Oh, good girl~ Fuck!" The man moaned himself as he felt his cum overflow from your cunt and drip down past his balls and onto the bedding. Felix was still rock hard, not having came or been touched at all that night, but he was fine dealing with himself in the shower if you were too tired.

"Felix!" You reached for him again and he came back to you.

"What do you need, pumpkin?"

"You…" You pouted and he smiled bright.

"I don’t think your cute little cunt can handle more." He cooed and Chan huffed playfully. He was still hard and really didn't want to pull out anyway.

"Let’s turn her around." He suggested to the younger man. You keened a bit when they moved you around. When your chest met Chan's, he sunk back into you, the new position and angle let him sink deeper. You shivered, falling into him and he laughed.

"You're so cute." He praised. He was content to let you warm his cock, watching Felix scooch forward. His fingers wrapped around the plug, and you breathed as if through muscle memory as he pulled it out. It clattered onto the floor from his tossing it. Could your body handle him filling your ass with Chan in your pussy? Guess you all would find out soon enough. Your breathing shifted when you felt Felix's cock at your pucker, he barely pressed the tip in as he took the lube Chan had reached for on the nightstand. Drizzling more onto himself, he started to ease inside you. You shivered, your back hole welcoming the familiar intrusion.

"So good, pumpkin." Your boyfriend praised. To get in you best, he had to swing his leg over Chan’s, but he didn't mind. Chan helped him adjust you some and they both let you adjust to being completely full. Each breath you pressed out carried a slight moan and your little noises brought grins to both of the men's faces. After witnessing everything, as well as your even-tighter-than-usual canal clenching his cock, Felix knew he wouldn't last long. Might be for the best anyway considering your physical and mental state. Your nails weekly dug into the skin of Chan's chest where you laid as Felix pumped his hips. His thrusts were short and deep, and your body rocking slightly brushed your sensitive clit against the skin of Chan's pelvis. A defined vein that led down to his cock gave just enough of a differing pressure as you rocked.

"Okay, love, I'll fill you good than you can take a bath. Daddy and I will take care of you tonight and tomorrow." Felix picked the pace of his thrusts up and Chan hissed some as your cunt clenched hard and your nails carved crescents into his skin.

"(Y/N), be a good girl for daddy and cum." Chan's words were all you needed, and you came one more time, Felix spraying your insides white. From the tight clench and the wait, Chan was sensitive himself and you cumming made him fall apart with you two. Even more jizz spurted out from where your body met Chan's and more of the sticky goo leaked from where Felix was inside you. You were a complete mess and Felix wouldn't have it any other way. Your consciousnesses faded, your eyes slipping closed, and the two men praised you for doing such a good job for them. Deciding to just clean you up with a towel for now, Felix helped you rest on your side as you slept, leaving the blanket off you, your skin still hot. Your boyfriend petted your hair as Chan took a quick shower and then they switched places.

"Are you sure?" the eldest asked, stroking your hair softly when Felix sat on the bed behind you.

"You love her, right?"

"I-I…" Chan swallowed hard.

"Hyung?"

"…yes."

"I didn't want to admit it before, but she likes you a lot. I know though that she loves me too…I think she deserves the world, but why not throw the moon in along with it?" Felix meant every word. He loved you so much that he wanted you to be loved twice as much, if not more.

"Well, guess I should change my name to Moon, huh?" Chan huffed and Felix rolled his eyes at the horrible pun.

"Just promise me when you two get married that I can be the best man." The eldest continued and your boyfriend smiled down at you.

"Of course. Wouldn't have anyone else."

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

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so this is actually a re-post. i wrote this fic months ago, then ended up deleting it shortly after, so enjoy it being back on this hellsite

warnings: smut

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shall we celebrate

You closed the door of your bus, Cody already ahead of you making his way into the bedroom. You let out a breath, it had been a stressful week. Cody had got injured before his Hell in a Cell main event, but still ended up wrestling. It definitely stressed you out, his torn pec was bad, bruising his chest and arm a shade of blue and purples. You went to the small bathroom, getting ready for bed. You quickly washed off your makeup, brushed your teeth, and then changed into some pajamas. When you finally got into the small bedroom, Cody was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was wearing only sweatpants, no shirt.

"You okay?" You asked quietly, getting into the bed gently as to not accidentally hurt his injury any further.

You were met with silence. "Cody?" You questioned.

"I need you, sweetheart." He suddenly said.

"W-what do you mean?" You asked, surely he didn't mean what you were thinking.

He turned his head to look at you. "I need you to ride me."

"I mean are you sure? I just don't want to hurt you-" You rambled.

"I'm sure, we need to celebrate such a big win, don't we?" Cody assured you.

You nodded, quickly stripping off your pajamas and underwear. You pulled Cody's sweatpants off, leaving him in his boxers for the time being. You straddled yourself on top of your husband, his blue eyes staring at you lustfully, waiting for your next move. You leaned down to capture his lips onto yours, tongues swiping against one another. He brought one arm up to firmly wrap around your waist, his bruised arm staying down against the softness of the mattress.

"I want you to show me how good I did tonight, princess." Cody told you lustfully.

"Yes sir." You answered.

You started grinding your bare core on his thigh, trying to gain friction.

"You did so good tonight." You praised seductively, pressing kisses on his chest, being careful as to not apply too much pressure onto his torn muscle.

"Seeing you out there like that..." You paused to press a few more kisses up to his neck.

"It was kinda hot." You finished, lifting your head back up to look at him.

Cody had a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah? How about you show me how flustered it made my princess." Your husband told you, giving your ass a hard squeeze.

"Yes sir." You replied, rushing to pull his boxers off to reveal his dick, slapping onto his abdomen.

You pulled the boxers completely off, throwing them over to the other pile of clothes on the bedroom floor. You hovered over his cock, lining your entrance up. You finally sunk down into him, a loud moan escaping you, meanwhile a groan came from Cody. You began to slowly bounce.

"Shit baby, you feel so good." He praised.

Cody brought his other arm up to your waist, using his hands to guide your bouncing. You started going a little faster.

"I bet all you could think about during my match was what's under those wrestling tights, hmm princess?" Cody questioned.

"Yes daddy." You moaned in response.

"Princess, you're so tight and wet, all for me. 'Feels so good babe." He said, bringing your face down to capture you into a kiss.

You let your head fall onto his chest. "Fuck, I'm close." You whimpered.

With that, Cody flipped the two of you over in one swift movement so that now he was on top. He winced at the sudden pain in his torn muscle, but ignored it and started thrusting into you. His thrusts were fast and rough, desperate for you to come all over his dick.

"C'mon baby, cum all over daddy's dick. Give me my reward for doing so good tonight." Cody shouted over the loud sound of skin slapping skin and your moans.

His words did it. You felt the coil snap in your belly. You let out a string of curses, shouting Cody's name as well. You felt his cock start twitching inside of you, a loud groan escaping him. You came, coating him with your liquid, and not long after Cody did as well. His white string of liquid shooting inside of you. He let himself fall on top of you, both of you sweaty and panting. You brought one arm up to lazily caress his arm. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out of you, rolling over to be your side. You whine at the sudden emptiness you felt, Cody pulled you into him, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped securely around your waist.

"You okay?" He asked you.

You tilted your head up to look at him. "Mhm, you?"

Cody nodded. "You did so good, made me forget about injury for a little while."

"I'm glad. Speaking of that, I didn't hurt you, did I?" You questioned, raising up to look over his injury with some panic.

"No, don't worry, I'm fine." Cody assured you, gently pushing you back down to where you were.

He started to get up. "Where are you going?" You asked.

"I'm going to clean us up." He answered, leaning down to give you a kiss.

"I'll be right back."

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Faded Away

SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 INCLUDED; THIS IS AN AU. THIS IS SIDE A OF A TWO PART STORY. HERE IS SIDE A.

This is side B.

Inspired by Fade Away by Riley Baron Summary: Childhood friends with Malleus, you were even supposed to marry him. You'd call him your fiancé, but he'd shoot you down with a smile. One day, Maleficia would announce that you would no longer be engaged to Malleus, but you had already decided to renounce that before, so it was okay. For Malleus, after experiencing loss in his life, everything he adored before began to fade away. Pronouns: Gender Neutral POV: 2nd Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Malleus Draconia, Changed fate, Childhood friends to lovers, lovers to strangers, angst with a sad ending, hurt no comfort Word count: 3,961

A/N: … sigh. If someone had told me a year ago that I would write nearly 4,000 words for Malleus Draconia angst, I would've laughed in their face. Despite that, I wrote this for two days and edited it for another two. I fixated on this man for FOUR DAYS nonstop, listening to playlists about falling in love with your comfort character but then saying goodbye, and I am still not done. I am genuinely proud of this work. Out of the 7 years I have been writing fanfiction, I have never been so happy to say this is one of my best works. And I don't really like Malleus like that. Attack me all y'all want, I know book 7 spoilers, and I was his stan(not simp) until I found out the truth and had to take a step BACK. I don't know what I feel about him now, but as a Silver girlie, I need someone to take the pen away from Yana Toboso.

Regardless of my feelings, I am glad I could write this and that the story turned out amazing. As I said, I'm not done, and I have another fic posting as soon as this one drops, so don't stray too far.

On that note, thank you for waiting and reading this long, longer than I would like to admit story. Enjoy.

The horns of this child were small, but the eyes of another child were fascinated at the sight of such a mature boy. The boy’s name was Malleus Draconia, the future King of Briar Valley. You were told that you would become his fiance when you grew up. You could feel your heart instantly pound and become fond of this young royal. You had already known him prior, growing up around the same time, and your families were somewhat close. Still, you couldn’t have imagined being able to marry him later down the line. He was aloof and neutral as a child, speaking to you when you would talk to him and only if he had a response. You loved him that way, anyway.

“You’re my… fiance?”

“I am! Don’t worry; I won’t go anywhere if it’s not with you!”

“Hmm… Then I can accept that.”

Growing up as teenagers was slightly different. It took some years, but he would begin to warm up to you. He would smile occasionally and accept the way you would call him “my fiance”, but still turn you down for the time being. Witnessing him become stressed caused a pang of guilt in your heart. Still, you’d quickly dissipate the feeling by messing around and seeing him feel better with your company.

“My fiance should be calm the way he usually is. How can his kingdom stay calm if he is not?”

Malleus would usually stare at you after you said things like that, then respond with, “You’re right… Alright. I will do that, but I’m not your fiance.”

Then, like clockwork, you’d laugh at him before responding, “Okay, okay, Prince Malleus. Whatever you say.”

Now, Malleus finally returned from studying at Night Raven College and settled back into his past routine. It took some months, since now there were new things he needed to learn before he could become king. He would follow without a complaint, though.

He was standing in a throne room, checking on documents and plans for the kingdom. You would simply trot in with your hands behind your back as you would often do, admiring him as your shoes would click against the floor.

“My fiance is working so hard already?” You teased, being playful and wanting to catch his attention.

“I’m not your fiance.” Malleus would say with a concentrated tone, his gruff voice echoing through the large room as the sound of documents being flipped echoed.

“Right. King Malleus.” You stopped walking to give him a bow and then approached his side. You moved your hand to cling to his arm, but knowing your behavior, he already had an arm out for you.

“Not king either. I haven’t had my coronation yet. Queen Malecifia is planning that as we speak,” Malleus spoke again, then set down the documents and turned to you, his hair slightly swaying with his movement. His green eyes stared down at you, and then he captured a slight smile on his lips. “What is it that you need from me?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to see you and waste your time. I truly hope I am a bother,” you spoke playfully and took one of the loose documents into your hands to read through it. Malleus quickly took the paper before you could get too far into reading it. Right. Kingdom affairs.

Malleus gives you a look before sighing and pulling a chair out. “If I let you touch my horns, could you let me work?” He spoke, moving to sit down beside where you were standing. You grew excited at the opportunity to play with his horns and instantly went quiet to do so. You stood behind him and carefully adjusted his hair while examining every detail of the feature in front of you.

The atmosphere was quiet yet peaceful. Time felt like it was still, pen scratching paper occasionally sounds through the large room. Your hands gently held his horns, caressing them to remind yourself of its sharp and enticing structure.

Memories of childhood played through your mind as you watched him read these documents, soft breaths coming from him as his focus never broke. You did this exact thing all the time with him, especially during his study hours.

“Why do you like my horns so much?” Malleus spoke, suddenly breaking the silence and surprising you out of your trance. You thought about it momentarily, trying to find the right words to explain it, but you couldn't find a single word for how. Instead, you explained it the best you could.

“Hmm… I don’t know. There’s something about seeing these horns that gives me some reassurance. Relief that I can still be your future beloved.” you answered before fixing his hair again. Messing with him like this felt right. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, being his future partner was something of fate. There were others out there with royal status just like you. Queen Maleficia could’ve replaced or sent you away, but she hadn’t. You were thankful every time you saw his grandmother.

“I see… You’re an odd one,” Malleus spoke softly, a faint breath being heard from him as he felt your hands let go of him. “You let go. Is something the matter?”

Malleus noticed you stayed quiet but didn’t hear you move either. So, he turned around, his breath catching at what he saw. His eyes were met with your side profile, your lips curling into a grin. Your eyes reflected the light like glass, and your hands fell to his shoulders.

“It’s the first snow of the season,” you said, mesmerized by the view. Your quiet voice showed just how enchanted you were. Malleus had an idea of how others felt about the first snow. All he took in from when you explained the moment to him was how special it could be for lovers.

Every time the first snow would fall, he’d watch from the window of his study how you admired the snowflakes as if you’d never seen them before. He watched you do this for years as if it was routine. Hell, it would be weird if he didn’t see you out there.

Malleus took your wrist and made his way out towards the courtyard. He’s the one taking you out there this time? You could only follow and keep your excitement at bay from his behavior.

Arriving outside, Malleus fixed your winter cape, ensuring you wouldn’t feel too cold. He leaned against a wall as you played and tried to catch the snowflakes. Your smile was as bright as the white sky, and he would just stand there, watching you without a word, but more as if he was in thought.

You noticed this and took a moment to gather some snow from the ground, putting it behind your back before moving towards him. “Are you alright? You seem to be lost in thought,” you asked, making him snap out of his trance to look at you.

“I’m fine. I’m simply reminded of my time at the college from seeing all this snow. Why do you a—”

Crunch.

He sighed, keeping his eyes closed before saying one thing. “... Why?’

Malleus was cut off by the impact of a snowball hitting his face. The icy crystals caused his skin to feel colder than it already was. He wiped the snow off his face as he witnessed you begin to back away. Every step back from you was a step forward for him, and you noticed how he had a straight-faced expression. You laughed nervously and grabbed his wrists, trying to hold him back.

“I just wanted to get your attention, Malleus!” You tried to explain, yelping when he would tower over you, but you would only find it all amusing. Malleus would chuckle, grabbing and throwing snow at you, not aiming for your face like you had done to him.

This went on for a few minutes, enjoying the back-and-forth attacks, while the snow piled onto the ground through the mid-winter day. At one point, Malleus would grab you by the waist to keep you from straying too far away from him. The gesture felt nice, but also intimate as he’d only do this to stop you from being clumsy.

You held onto his arms and stepped back slowly, moving towards a stone pillar, while your eyes didn’t leave him. You glanced between his eyes, lips, and the horns you loved seeing. Even after he held you against the cold stone, there wasn’t anything to worry about, but him.

You felt nervous while giving his arms a light squeeze, and he carefully brushed his cold fingertips against your cheek, making you relax with your head leaning into his slight touch. Soon, his hand cupped your cheek to tilt your head, keeping you in place this time.

Finally, your eyes stayed on his lips. His green eyes admired your features to remember them down to the last detail. Your mingled breaths hit each other’s faces from the close proximity, then Malleus leaned close, his lips inching closer to yours.

It was cut short, though. You turned to the sound of someone clearing their throat, but your body would stop what it was doing and let go of Malleus, instantly bowing at the sight of a familiar lady.

Malleus would turn around next. His breathing was slightly uneven from getting caught in the act, but he’d still bow and greet the woman in the courtyard with them.

“Queen Maleficia, what brings you out here during this weather?” Malleus began first, slowly coming up with you to stand correctly.

“It is good to see you, Queen Maleficia.” You followed after, giving Malleus’s grandmother a warm smile.

“Not much, my dear. I’m glad to see you taking a break,” Maleficia returned the greeting and gave a smile as well. She’d soon drop that expression, though. “I need to speak to you about something important.”

Your body would tense up again, and you took that as a cue to leave them alone, so you bowed and took a step forward. “I’ll leave you be, then—”

“You aren’t going anywhere. You are part of this too.” Maleficia spoke earnestly, and she rarely had to speak in such a way to you. The last time you heard those words was when she scolded you and Malleus for disappearing to Lilia’s home.

Those words always made you nervous, especially since they usually meant something was wrong. You could only turn around and smile again.

“Right. I apologize for my assumption, Your Majesty,” you said carefully, instantly seeing Malleus turn to you with a look of curiosity.

Standing before Queen Maleficia, now in her study, you held your hands as Malleus stood near the high bookshelves. His grandmother stared out of her window briefly before taking a breath.

“Malleus.” Queen Maleficia began to speak, turning around to face you and Malleus somberly. “Your coronation is being planned, as you know, but something must be done before you can become king. You know what that is, correct?”

Malleus grew confused, but his eyes would widen slightly once he understood. “Marriage. What of it?”

As soon as Malleus answered, the woman would look towards you and smile lightly. “That’s correct. What do you plan to do about that?”

You stare at Malleus briefly before looking at Maleficia again, then smile softly. “I do want to marry the prince. That has not changed since we were children.”

Maleficia looked away from you, and then she made her way to stand in front of you. “That, my child, is what I can no longer allow. I am sorry.”

Your eyes widened, and you saw Malleus perk up at the corner of your eye. He was shocked as well. “What…?” Is that the only thing you could say?

“What are you talking about?” Malleus sounded off. You couldn’t look at him. Your eyes would stay on the Queen before you, still in disbelief.

“This is the best course of action. Forgive me, my child.”

“Queen M—No. Grandmother, what in the world are you referring to? Answer me!” Malleus began to demand, moving you back and getting ahead of Maleficia.

“Malleus, believe me, this was not easy.”

“I did not ask if it was easy. I did not ask if you’ve thought of this for weeks or months. I asked for an explanation, grandmother,” Malleus spoke sternly, going against Maleficia, which he had not done before. Maleficia was growing angry, but she remained calm regardless.

“I am doing this for you, for the kingdom of Briar Valley; to end a war before it could begin. You will do your duty as the future ruler of this kingdom.”

“You think the kingdom can decide who will be my partner in marriage for the rest of my life? You did that when I was a child! I went along with it and accepted it the first time as it was!” Malleus also grew angry at the way the events were unfolding. He had accepted everything without complaint, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut this time. This isn’t what he wanted.

“Now, Queen Maleficia, you wish to choose someone new? Someone I haven’t known my entire life and someone I cannot trust?”

“You will understand that as the future king. You do not need them as your fiance, and that is final. You will be marrying someone from another kingdom to stop us from going to war.” Maleficia had grown strict, firm even. Anyone else wouldn’t dare argue, not even you. You could only stay quiet from the words you were hearing. Your heart began to feel heavy from guilt as if it were a burden.

“What good will that do!? I do not need someone to help me run my life or the kingdom that will be under my wing some time from now!”

“I did it for you! I do not wish to see you become like your parents! You are my only grandson, and I lost your mother to war and the son, your father, I never had just before that. I raised you! Lilia and I were the ones who kept you alive. So, as your grandmother, I want you to keep yourself safe. Do this for yourself.” Maleficia was like a pleading mother. She needed Malleus to understand.

It was all so confusing to you. Malleus was trying to fight, but was it for you or him? Was it for his freedom? Did he love you? No. That couldn’t be it. You had to do something before he would do something drastic. You had to stop him before he could argue more.

Silence.

Your hand wrapped around his own. Malleus froze from the sudden touch. “It’s okay,” you began softly, putting on a smile before looking up at Malleus.

The touch reminded you of when you snuck into his study as a teenager. You felt stressed once due to your studies and responsibilities becoming a large pile, and Malleus would hold your hand to put you at ease. He helped you with your studies by tutoring and keeping you focused, but concentrating was still difficult with your distant lover just inches away from you during that time.

That short-lived memory was enough to make you agree to this. You loved him, but it was confusing. He was distant, but sometimes not. You loved him, but it was time.

“Hey, Malleus?”

“Hmm?”

“What would it be like if I was only your friend, but never your fiance?”

A young Malleus had to think about that, but only one answer came to his mind.

“I would’ve figured out how to become your fiance again.”

Back to the decision before you, you smiled more before looking at Maleficia and squeezing Malleus’ hand lightly.

“I understand, Queen Maleficia. I apologize for no longer meeting your expectations,” you said respectfully. Malleus stared down at you with wide eyes, his hand starting to squeeze yours while it was still in his grasp.

“Don’t say that. You don’t need to do that—”

You shook your head and looked at him, clenching your free hand around his arm to cling to him. “I… wanted to talk to you, anyway. I’d call you my fiance, but you always turned me down. You said you simply accepted the necessity of my obligation as your lover. Now that we have to say our goodbyes, it worked out fine, did it not? I won’t fuss about this decision, as I have no say in the kingdom’s political matters. So, I will simply wish you happiness and good fortune in your marriage, Prince Malleus.”

“What are you talking about? You don’t know a thing.” Malleus whispered and took both of your hands into his, trying to keep himself calm in the midst of all of the mess. “I only rejected you because I wanted to properly propose to you. Only at the right moment between us and—”

“Hey… you don’t have to say any of that. You don’t need to. This is your kingdom. I am simply someone who had to be your lover.” Those words hurt for you to say, and Malleus looked… scared for once. In the time that you’d ever known him, he was the only person you loved. Malleus couldn’t let go of your hand or look away from you. You would disappear, he felt. Hearing those words come out of your mouth was painful enough as is.

You could only give him a bitter smile and force him to let go. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay,” you whisper and bow to Maleficia, then to Malleus. “Thank you. If you’ll excuse me.”

You smile once more before swiftly leaving before anything else could happen. The longer you walked, the more your legs felt like jelly. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just wanted to leave. You wanted nothing more but to go back and take back your words. To fight for Malleus. Yet, you would never go against the crown.

Malleus simply stood there in disbelief with his eyes glued to the door. Maleficia reached out to her grandson, but as soon as her hand landed on his shoulder, he slapped it off. He looked at his grandmother with a look of nothing. Agony. A heart-wrenching anguish clouded his mind and judgment once you had left the room.

He didn’t want the touch of anyone else but you. How could he lose you so easily? His whole life, he had always gotten what he wanted. Yet, the one time he asked, begged, and pleaded for something in his life, it was stripped away right before his fingertips. Malleus’ body was on auto-pilot from the harsh reality. Then, he moved out of the study, but when he looked up, his body froze at the sight of you running out of the castle.

It was all his fault. He didn’t fight hard enough. Now, he had lost you. How could the Seven betray him so? He never thought that it would be so easy to leave him. To abandon the memories just because someone else requested it.

Once you felt the harsh wind and snow, your eyes began to water. Soon, your heavy breaths turned into heaving sobs. Before you knew it, you found yourself in the forest. How did you even get here? How far did your tired legs get you? What torture could you endure in this state? Then…

Every memory with Malleus started to flash through your head.

Every dance.

Every laugh.

Every touch.

Every look.

Everything.

Your heaving sobs became screams of heartbreak. Agonized cries echoed throughout the quiet and dark forest of Briar Valley. You couldn’t feel the cold anymore. The cold didn’t matter when it felt like you left a piece of yourself in the castle.

Malleus leaned against the wall from the window that he watched you disappear from, closing his eyes when he could hear your cries despite how far you actually were. He couldn’t do anything to fix it this time, not when you were convinced.

Meeting his new fiance was unbearable for Malleus, but he tolerated it. He never remembered any interaction he had with the woman he was supposed to marry now. The wedding was memorable for everyone but him, and you weren’t there. He knew you wouldn’t be there, but he would still smile to himself when he remembered things.

But then it wasn’t too long, maybe a couple of years, until the kingdom celebrated Malleus and his coronation. Everyone with royal status and Malleus' close friends were invited to the after-party celebration. You went alone and stood on the balcony outside, listening to everyone enjoy their festivities. You hadn’t heard about Malleus since you last stepped foot here. It felt like forever ago.

“I didn’t think you would show up. Not after what happened the last time.”

The familiar voice made you perk up and turn around, seeing his tall figure standing at the curtain’s frame. You stood at the stone barricade and smiled slightly at Malleus, bowing to him.

“I didn’t think you would seek my company, King Malleus.”

“That title sounds… weird coming from you,” he admitted, making you both laugh. You look at the horizon to watch the setting sun, going quiet along with him. You had to break the silence.

“So, how are you and your queen?” You asked, causing Malleus to look at you.

“She is fine. She’s expecting, so she’s taking care of herself instead,” Malleus said, being careful with his words, but you wanted to hide behind your old, playful attitude.

“You were quite fast, weren’t you?” You responded with a laugh, but you could feel your heart breaking already.

“It’s been about two years since we last conversed. I don’t think that’s too fast,” Malleus spoke casually, but you would notice how he looked at you somberly, almost as if he didn’t like it as much as you did.

“I see. I wish the Queen and your child a safe and easy journey.” You said quietly, sounding a bit melancholic. You had to force those words out, and Malleus simply nodded to accept your wishes.

His look made you narrow your eyes towards the ground, not wanting to look at him as you knew it would only cause you more heartbreak.

“Malleus…” You called out quietly, sighing and leaning against the stone.

“Don’t say anything,” he whispered, looking out into the horizon just like you did moments ago.

After a few minutes of silence, the sun had finally set, turning the sky dark with the moon’s light shining down on you and Malleus.

“Thank you,” you broke the silence first amidst the faint clamor of festivities behind you, “for the chance to be with you for so long.”

Malleus looked at you, then you looked at him in return. These looks turned into stares. Stares felt like time froze. It was you and him again, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You engraved the details of his face into your head, and he was doing the same for you. When he broke the silence, the bubble around you two still hadn’t popped.

“You were a wonderful experience,” he said sincerely, giving you a smile.

You smiled back, but before you could respond, others called Malleus over. He tried to stay there, but he was forced away. He was only able to take one more look at you before he disappeared. He faded away like a light swallowed by a deep darkness, which was so strange. It was only a change.

You still kept your smile after he left. Now, you could say what you wanted.

“You were… everything.”

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anstarwar · 9 months

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Bonding time for the commanders

Wrote a thing for it on the fly, not edited at all, but was having fun thinking about their dynamic...

"So, um, what's it like in there?" Barriss asked casually, flicking some dirt from her skirts.

Gree, who was lost in his datapad entering some note about a leaf he just discovered, only replied with "hmm?"

This is how their conversations usually went, much to Barriss' frustration. She'd been...commander (weird)...of the 41st for three months now and had gotten no further in breaking through to her fellow commander.

Maybe this is just how it was supposed to work between Jedi and Clones? They had a job to do, she reasoned, so maybe the clones didn't want to be...friends? That didn't feel right to her, but nothing to be done about it.

"Never mind," she cleared her throat, wrapped her robes tighter around her shoulders and went to find Master Luminara.

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Two months later...

"Do you want to see, Commander?" Gree asked as he examined the visor of his helmet in his hands. He'd spent the better part of an hour fiddling with the wires, scrubbing the dirt away, and touching up scraped off bits of green paint.

Barriss looked at him, eyebrow arched in question.

"...my bucket...helmet. You asked a few months ago and...well, if you're still curious." He answered, rolling it around in his hands.

"Is it ok?" Barriss replied, hesitant.

Gree wasn't sure how to answer that. Helmets, to the clones, were personal. You didn't share yours with anyone just willy-nilly. They were designed for protecting a very vital part of their body (though Gree was convinced some of his brothers didn't use their noggins as often as they should, so he's not sure how effective they were for those particular troops), and tweaked and customized to each wearer's specifications. They were as close as anything to a prized possession for many of them and "is it OK" wasn't as simple a question as it sounded.

But Gree had also spent a month trying to get to know his little Commander. Well, little wasn't quite the right word. Barriss was fearsome, strong, and wise beyond her years - but she was small, barely coming up to his shoulder. She was too young to see the things they saw on a daily basis, and it pained him to know she also had to live this life. That, like the clones, she wouldn't truly know what it was like to be a kid. It was like a blaster to the gut the day he realized she also didn't have much choice in the matter, and that she was working so hard to hide her own pain and worry.

It hit him one day that maybe she needed reassurance just as much as his own troops. Not from the fighting or the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring, but from her own self-doubts and insecurities. She was his little sister, his vod'ika. So he'd decided he'd do what he could to reassure her and, he reasoned, that meant breaking down his own walls and getting to know her. To build trust.

"Yeah...yeah its ok, here just..." Gree moved to place it on her head, but paused. "...don't know if it'll fit over your robes there, Commander."

Barriss laughed. "No I suppose not." She scrunched up her nose, an expression Gree observed she'd make when she was coming to a decision.

"What about..." Barriss pushed back her hood and unwrapped the robe from around her shoulders.

"Here," she said, extending it out to Gree with a shy smile.

He took it, holding it in front of him like it was a specimen he found on the underside of a lartie, and not a piece of cloth. He arched his brow at the Padawan.

"You're sharing something important with me, so it's only fair I do the same, yeah?" she said in explanation.

Gree nodded, but wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with it. He shook it out, not sure what he was expecting it to do, but it felt like the best option. It wasn't like he'd never seen or held a cloak before, but this belonged to a Jedi, his Commander. Was there some sort of protocol or etiquette he should be aware of?

Barriss chuckled. "You can put it on and I'll put on your helm-bucket?" She looked into the visor of the helmet as if it would tell her what to call it. "Bucket," she nodded, turned it the proper direction and plopped it on her head.

"Whoa," crackled through the vocoder as things flickered to life on the HUD. Scrolls of data came through, lights blinked here and there --indicating what she wasn't sure. It was a lot and she felt the urge to rip it off of her head to stop the onslaught of information. She thought better of it, though. Gree had trusted her with it and she didn't want to make some egregious error in etiquette or cause offense.

She centered her breathing as her eyes adjusted to the flashes and pings. "Oh my god," her hand flew up, smacking the aerator, unused to the extra bulk around her face.

Giggles erupted from the vocoder. "Commander Gree you, haha, you look...well..." Gree shifted, pulling the hood of the robe over his head while simultaneously flicking the edges of the robe over his pauldrons. He was struck, suddenly, by an urge he hadn't let himself feel since he was a cadet.

Grinning mischievously he stuck his tongue out at the young commander. "I look amazing! I think I might keep this." He flapped the edge of the robe at Barriss.

"I didn't say..." Barriss lifted the helmet and held it propped on the top of her head. She stuck her tongue out as if that would make him give the robe back.

He stuck his tongue out in return.

"Click click." Gree and Barriss' whipped their heads around at the sound.

"Lookin' good commanders!" Captains Styles and Grey stood, barely suppressing their laughter, Styles holding up his datapad, clearly having just snapped a holo of their superior officers.

"You are going to delete that holo right now, Captain!" Gree grumbled, pushing the hood back from his head.

"You are going to send me that holo right now, Captain Styles!" Barriss said as she strode over to the clone, holding out her hand. "Can I see?"

"Sorry Commander, but the Commander outranks you," Styles looked at Gree, eyes twinkling with glee, as he handed the datapad to the Padawan.

"Oh, yup, you're right Commander Gree. You do look amazing!" She beamed as she took in the holo.

Gree sighed, he knew when he was defeated. Pulling the purple hood back over his head he straightened and marched off towards camp.

"Hey! Your bucket, Gree! I need my robe back, hey!" Barriss yelled as she chased after him.

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oops this was way longer than I meant. If you made it to the end here, thanks for reading!

#commander gree #barriss offee #clones and padawans #similar in so many ways #fashionista gree #my art #silly #drabble #the clone wars #41st elite corps #my writing

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xoxodiluc · 2 years

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in my dreams, you love me back | kamisato ayato x female! reader

genre romance, angst, hurt / no comfort

cw arranged marriage, ayato's kind of an asshole, heartbreak | not proofread.

inspired by in my dreams by red velvet

notes in my angstfics era i think and i'll write a part 2 of this maybe

sequel i love you

The version of Kamisato Ayato in your head was better than he was in reality.

In your dreams, he would eat dinner with you and talk about his day. After a tiring day at work, just seeing your face makes him happy.

"I'm home." Ayato enters your shared house and notices you sleeping on the couch. Ah, just the sight of you makes his tiring day better. He takes a glance at the dining table and sees all the delicious food you had made for him. 'Hmm... Looks like she hasn't eaten yet.' And just in time, you flutter your eyes open and see your husband looking at you with a smile. "Oh, you're home! How long have you been there?" "Not too long, my love. Come on, let's eat these delectable dishes you've made. I can't wait to tell you about what happened at work today."

In reality, his chair often is empty, you're always alone while eating and when he eats with you, he never talks at all.

"I made dinner." You awkwardly pointed at the dining table as Ayato entered your shared house, and he simply nodded while taking off his coat. While eating, no words were muttered. Not even a 'thank you'. He only ate with you once a week, and it was always like this. But you still loved him.

In your dreams, he would sleep with you every night, embracing you as you both fall into a slumber, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

"I love you," Ayato whispers, hugging your frame tightly. "Goodnight." You lift yourself up to kiss his lips as you say, "Goodnight, I love you too," before going back to curl up into his chest. It wasn't long till you fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of Ayato in your dreams.

In reality, he wouldn't even sleep in the same bed with you.

Ever since you two got married a year ago, instead of being in a shared bedroom, Ayato would always tell you that he'll sleep in the guests' bedroom. And a few months later, he stopped letting you know. He didn't have to, as he'd go straight into another room to sleep. But you still loved him.

Every time you woke up after dreaming of Ayato, you'd cry.

You could only dream of him loving you back.

"I understand that you don't like me, but could you at least talk to me?" It was funny that you were both living together for a year but almost never spoke to each other, or at least you tried speaking to him.

Ayato didn't even look up from the papers on his desk, "I'm busy."

You looked up, trying to stop your tears from falling. You finally had enough. "Do you hate me so much that you won't even talk to me?"

No response.

"What did I even do to you?"

"What did you ever do to me?" He looked at you, jaw clenched. "You confessed to me that you love me a week before your father told me we were getting married—"

"It wasn't my choice to marry you, Ayato!" You cried, "I only knew about it the same day my father told you!"

You've known Ayato since you were kids, and you've liked him ever since, even dreaming about marrying him. You confessed your love to him last year and he said he couldn't give you an answer yet, then a week after your confession, your father arranged a marriage for the both of you.

And he thought this was your way to have him all by yourself. He thought this was your doing. He thought you begged your father for you to marry him.

"Just because I couldn't give you an answer to your confession—"

"Stop!" Now, tears were streaming down your face. "Stop accusing me of such things!"

He doesn't even trust you, so there was no way he could believe you.

Sobbing uncontrollably as you ran back to your room, you wrote to your mother about how you want a divorce, how you couldn't take the pain anymore.

You didn't have a choice when your father told you that you were getting married to the man you loved. Heck, you don't even know if you could have a divorce because you knew your father would get angry.

You eventually stopped doing all the things you once did for Ayato... He never asked for it, anyway, so he shouldn't mind them anymore.

"You're leaving?"

Ayato asked and you cursed at yourself for still feeling butterflies in your stomach, because you had to move on from him.

Without saying anything, you nodded, carrying a bag of your belongings as you passed by him to walk to the door. While your father disagreed with the divorce, your mother had suggested that you live in another home. At least the both of you are still married but not under the same roof.

"...Why?" His question almost made you scoff, turning to face him.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't—"

"That's what I thought," You turned around and said, "I won't be living here anymore."

He said nothing, and you got the message. You left and never looked back.

You could only wish you got the happy ending like the one in your dreams.

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leclsrc · 1 year

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brought me here – cs55

Three lives bathed in citrus.

auds here... guys i wrote this on a whim because the concept of the intimacy of. just peeling a fruit & sharing it w a lover.... got to me fr. warnings for 1. google translated spanish and 2. a notting hill love letter in the middle. title from this

“Hey, do you want the other half?”

You present a half of an orange to Carlos, words muffled by a slice. It’s a big fruit, almost comically so, but he nods and lets you toss it to him. He pops one into his mouth, lets it crowd with the sweet taste. You smile. “Good, right?”

This is the first time you interact, over a peeled orange and then some. He talks about racing, about Spain; you talk about how you’re new here, interning at another team, and the oranges taste so much better. He asks if you’ve packed another, quietly—like he’s imposing—but you shake your head, no don’t be shy, I’ve got a lot. Swiped them from my neighbor’s yard.

You yank another one out of your bag and peel it with dexterity. He’s fascinated by this, by watching you, someone who had just been a stranger ten minutes ago, peel an orange and hand it over. “Oranges are best for sharing, don’t you agree?”

“Hmm.” He doesn’t really, doesn’t know what you mean enough to agree. “I don’t know.”

“Think about it.” He focuses on the English, gears turning in his head as it processes through him in Spanish. “An orange can be perfectly pulled into slices, into halves, quarters. You can easily share them without a knife or a cutting board. Just talking like this, we’ve shared two.”

“You’re right.”

“And no orange is alike. So every half really only matches its other half. Cool, right?”

He chews on a slice, nodding and smiling, then opens his mouth to reply. But just as quickly as this conversation has started, it’s come to a close—you’re called to report to work and you leave him, alone and stuttering over a response.

Carlos inspects the slice, the pith, the pulp. Nothing else will match this except the slice you’d peeled it away from. And Carlos doesn’t know this yet, but you’re his other slice, his other half.

He doesn’t know that in two months you will be peeling an orange for the both of you in his bed, offering a half to him. In six months you’ll be peeling an orange for him while you talk about moving in together. In eight months, you’ll be peeling an orange and inspecting your new flat. In a year, he will toss you a half of an orange, and you will chew on it while reviewing a job offer outside of racing.

In a year and a half, you’ll be sharing half an orange at a friend’s wedding. He will turn to you, watch your fingers fiddle with the discarded peels, and make a decision in his head. In two years, you will peel an orange for him, and this time you let him have all of it, because he’s world champion.

In two and a half years, he will peel an orange for you at dinner, then propose to you hours later. In three years, he will write his vows to you, and express his deep appreciation for the oranges you’ve peeled, for the conversations shared over them. Mi media naranja, he calls you. Always, forever.

And a long stretch of peels and pith later, he will be tucking a little girl into bed, brushing hair out of her eyes and promising an orange for breakfast. And he might wonder then, what life would be in any other universe, if he would still have his media naranja.

—

Carlos passes by a billboard of your face on his drive to work. It’s barely a drive—measly five minutes of traffic, really—but even if he walked or took a bus, the route would still show your face. Smiling and airbrushed and beautiful, on the poster of your brand new movie his roommate has seen twice in the cinemas now.

Your face is also the one staring at him blankly, sunglasses perched on your nose as you wait for your purchase to be checked out.

He’s owned this bookstore in London for five years now, a business decision that made barely any sense because he’s not even English, and hasn’t been to half the countries the store sells books of. They say magic happens with books, but Carlos is surrounded by hundreds of them, and for five years all he’s really got is a magical amount of debt and teenage shoplifters.

But this is magic. Right? It must be. A famous actress buying a book from his store. Somebody sidles up beside you; your eyes widen in mild panic.

“Oh, God. Could I maybe get your autograph? Oh, God. This is mortifying. I’m—I haven’t even got a pen, for God’s sake—”

“Well,” you say smoothly, “don’t worry, I do.” Your voice slides easily through the words, a pen retrieved from your jeans pocket. You let it hover idly while the other customer fidgets to find a good surface for his signature. Eventually, he settles on the front page of his new book, presenting it like a sacrifice.

You sign a clean, illegible scribble. He bows, then shrugs, as if to openly question why he even bowed. “Um, the bow was stupid. Don’t—Christ. Sorry. Big fan, I am. Oh, my—whatever. I love you. Bye.” He half-runs out of the store, and the bell rings noisily as he departs, his head still turned toward you through the glass even when he’s walking away.

You turn slowly back to him, clearing your throat. “Did you still want to ring that up, or—?”

“Oh, sure. This one, right?” He points at the smaller book—The Dummy’s Guide to London—and when you nod, he rings it up. “That’s not so bad a book. None of the usual ‘Big Ben, Buckingham Palace’ stories you’ll usually find in UK guidebooks. But y’know, there isn’t much to know about this city. It’s posh, a bit pretentious.”

“Right.” You nod, hiding a smile. “And you’re so obviously British.”

He laughs, shaking his head—his accent giving him away—then he smiles. You speak again: “How about this. I’ll let you know if it’s of good use. And no need for a bag.”

“Oh, please do.” He smiles back, placing the receipt on the book. You stay like that for a bit, then on a whim, he tugs an orange out of the brown paper bag he’d brought from the weekend market earlier. “If you’re hungry, or if you fancy a talk about London—for non-dummies and actresses, maybe—we could split the orange.”

You laugh. It’s a beautiful sound. “Okay. Well, oranges really are best for sharing, don’t you agree?”

“Hmm. I don’t know.”

“Think about it.” He focuses on your English, on your unmistakably American accent, gears turning in his head as it processes through him in Spanish. “An orange can be perfectly pulled into slices, into halves, quarters. You can easily share them without a knife or a cutting board. It’s just… easy.”

“You should turn that into a movie screenplay.”

You laugh. “I’ll give you half the royalties if it happens.”

Carlos lets you meet his friends two weeks later. One of them, Lando, totally blanks and forgets you’re a world-famous actress. Charles and his girlfriend serve you chocolate, to which you’re deathly allergic; apologetic and panicked, the only other sweet thing in their kitchen is an orange. You accept it gratefully, peel it, and give half to Carlos.

A year later you accept a half orange, continue mulling over the future of your relationship. You’d been in hiding for so long, in an effort to keep him safe. But this is real, you think. It’s the both of you, like it’s always been, like it’s going to be, always. The day next, after commenting on how your handbag smelled so naturally of orange peel, your Spanish co-star says: “So he’s like your media naranja?” And when you prompt elaboration, “Hmm—like your other half. Better half. Perfect match.”

You invite Carlos to a movie premiere of yours in Los Angeles nine months later. You forget dinner in the rush to make the call time, and squeeze his hand in the middle of the film. He’s too distracted by your acting, but manages to give you tiny orange he’d wedged into his inner jacket pocket. He peels it, gives you all of it. A congratulatory gift all his own.

—

You are both alone in this life, but content.

“Vendías naranjas ayer, ¿adónde fueron?” Your brows knit together. You’d made this specific stall your very last stop, to make sure you’d get the best oranges. The air is still and humid in Seville, but the weather is beautiful, and the oranges are delicious—really delicious. Andalusia is perfect this way.

The vendor shrugs. “Estamos fuera de ellos. Tienes que llegar temprano.” Then, as if sensing your lack of fluency in Spanish, he switches to accented English: “That man over there just got the last ones.”

Your eyes travel over to two stalls over, where a tall guy browses the tomatoes. His hair is long, his polo is loose, his paper bags overflowing with oranges. And you think, who the hell needs this many? But you don’t press, you simply walk away. You have work, a yoga class, a coffee to buy for yourself. Friends to meet. Money to earn. Countries to travel to.

Nothing tethers you to Seville. You’ll be gone in weeks if you wish to be, gone from the hills and the lovely area. But sometimes, and here especially in such a beautiful place, you always end up wondering if you will find someone to keep you. Someone to quarrel over an orange with, someone to peel it for, and someone to love.

You wait at the bus stop, eyes watching intently as the orange buyer walks over minutes later and stands idly beside you. You both wait. You both wonder.

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sydsaint · 5 months

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It's been a while since I've wrote for Jay <3

Summary: The reader is Adam Cole's sister and manager. With Adam out on injury, she is stuck with Max whom she doesn't like. Luckily for her, Jay White has his eyes on her and Max's title belt.

"Yeah, alright. I'll let him know, Adam. Yep. Miss you too." You finish up your conversation with your brother on the phone. You hang up and turn toward Max, who's been eagerly waiting for you to get off the phone. "Adam says hello."

"Hello? Is that all?" Max frowns, his eager smile quickly fading. "Did he say anything about his foot? Or when he's coming back?" He asks you.

You pocket your phone and shake your head. "He just had surgery not even a month ago, Max." You remind him. "It's going to be a while before he's back."

"Yeah...I know." Max sighs and slumps in his chair. "I just miss him." He frowns again.

"He's my brother, Max." You remind Max with a scoff. "I miss him too." You insist. "I'm going to go grab a bite from catering. I'll be back in a bit."

Max nods and watches you exit the locker room silently. Being Adam's sister and manager, you've been hanging at Adam's side since he joined AEW. So when Cole joined up with MJF you begrudgingly took the world champ under your wing as another client. You don't trust Friedman as far as you can throw him. But you put up with it for Adam.

Your journey to catering is silent and peaceful. Just the way you like it. You grab a water and a small premade sandwich then start returning to the locker room. However, you only make it outside the catering room before the Gunn kids stop you.

"Well if it isn't Y/N Cole." Austin grins at you, blocking your exit.

"Y/N, babe. What are you doing out here all alone?" Colten asks you with a grin to match his brothers.

Setting your free hand on your hip you stare at the brothers pointedly. "What do you want? Ass boys?" You ask them with an annoyed expression.

"Hey!" Austin snaps at you. "Don't call us that!" He whines.

"Lads, let's all calm down a bit, yeah?" Jay White appears between the brothers with a crooked grin. "Besides, you two should know not to talk to such a beautiful woman like that." He adds.

You narrow your eyes at Jay, Bullet Club Gold's sly, silver-tongued leader. He flashes you an inviting grin and inserts himself between Austin and Colten.

"Y/N, sweetheart. How have you been?" Jay asks you. "It's been a few months since I arrived here in AEW and we've yet to catch up." He reminds you.

"What a shame." You snark. “We barely knew each other anyway, Jay.” You remind him. “In fact, if I remember right. I was working main events with Adam while poor little Jay was still confined to the LA Dojo.” You tease him.

Jay chuckles and the sound raises goosebumps on your skin. “And look at me now, sweetheart. Quite the improvement, wouldn’t you agree?” He asks you.

“Is there a point to this conversation, Jay?” You roll your eyes. “Because Max is waiting for me, and my sandwich is getting stale.” You add.

“Ah yes, Maxwell,” Jay replies with a sly smile. “How is working for the devil, Y/N? He teases you. “Fulfilling work, I’m sure.”

You huff a breath out of your nose and take a step forward. “It’s fine. Now get lost. And take the Ass Boys with you.” You turn your nose up at the trio and shoulder past them.

“Oh come on Y/N! We both know that ain’t true, sweetheart!” Jay calls after you. “And I can offer you a way out, darling! All you have to do is ask!”

You roll your eyes again and mumble a few words to yourself. When you get back to the locker room Max is on his phone so you don’t pay him much attention while you eat. While you’re eating you can’t help but think about Jay. That charming smile infects your brain like a virus. ‘Damn him for being so charismatic.’ You curse yourself silently. ‘Him and that stupid accent.’

“You say something, Y/N?” Max looks up from his phone at you.

“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m fine.” You shake your head.

Later into the night, you head out to the ring with Max for his match against Juice Robinson. Max slips into the ring and you hang out in his corner while Juice makes his entrance with the rest of Bullet Club Gold. Your gaze lands on Jay as he saunters down the ramp next to Austin and Colten. Jay’s gaze wanders over to your corner and the two of you lock eyes for a second before you make a point to look away and turn your attention back to Max.

“Make this match quick, yeah?” You call out to Max. “It’s dangerous to be out here alone when so many people are gunning for your ass.” You warn him.

“Please, no one is dumb enough to come out and attack me.” Max scoffs and you roll your eyes at his arrogance.

It’s odd really, usually the cocky, flirty, egomaniacs you don’t mind hanging around. You’ve certainly had enough practice being around them with Adam being your brother and all. But there is just something about Max that makes your blood boil. The guy just gets on your nerves.

The bell rings and Max’s match with Juice starts. You hang out in the corner and wait for him to hopefully make quick work of Juice. Meanwhile, Jay keeps sending winks your way from across the ring. Near the end of the match, Max manages to pull a win while you’re busy distracting the Gunn’s. The bell rings again to signal the end of the match and you hop onto the apron to collect Max.

“Alright come on, let’s get out of here.” You beckon for Max to follow you.

“Will you relax, Y/N?” Max scoffs. “Come on! Let’s celebrate a little.” He insists.

You grit your teeth in frustration but remain on the apron. ‘Why can’t he just listen to me for once?’ You think to yourself.

The lights suddenly go out and your point is proven. You gasp when you feel the presence of someone next to you in the dark. A hand grabs your arm and you audibly gasp and go to try and escape.

“Relax, darling, it’s just me.” A familiar accent in your ear calms your nerves and you suddenly find yourself being hauled off your feet and taken down from the apron.

The lights come back on a few seconds later and you blink a few times in the brightness. Once your vision has adjusted to the light change, you find Jay holding you against his chest over by the commentary table.

Back in the ring, Max is being confronted by a mystery man in his old devil mask along with a couple of other masked men.

“Fuck.” You curse.

“If only he’d have just listened to you, huh?” Jay teases you in a whisper from behind you.

You sneer but don’t make an effort to move. “Was this you?” You ask him in a stern tone.

“Not one bit.” Jay shakes his head. “I just figured I’d be a gentleman and save you from that idiot’s mess.” He adds. “Anywho, you want to get out of here?”

“Really?” You scoff.

Jay chuckles again and with his proximity, you can feel it vibrate through his chest and against your back. “Come on Y/N, sweetheart. You know that you’ve been wanting to ditch old Max since your brother stuck you with him.” He teases you. “Leave with me! We can have some fun!”

You stare at the inside of the ring where a standoff is happening. And you can’t help but notice that Max doesn’t seem to even notice that you’re gone from the apron.

“Yeah, fuck it.” You make a decision, knowing that Adam will be bad but will eventually get over it.

“Atta girl.” Jay purrs his lips brushing your neck. “Come on.” He grabs your hand and starts pulling you toward the ramp.

You watch Max get the crap beat out of him by the mystery group while you retreat with Jay and the rest of his group. Jay stops at the top of the ramp and you notice that Juice has somehow come into possession of Max’s world title belt. Juice hands Jay the belt and you find Jay pressed up against your back again. He holds the title belt in one hand while the other hand is draped over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” You hear Max finally start to wonder where you are. “What are you doing?” He asks when he sees you at the top of the ramp with Jay.

“Sorry, Max.” Jay laughs. “But it looks like I got the belt and the girl.” He holds the belt up and spins you around to face him at the same time.

You laugh and shrug at Max. “Sorry, Max. Send my regards to my brother. If he ever returns any of your calls.” You torment Friedman before Jay kisses you harshly.

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themysticssdream · 1 year

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• sweet like honey •

Tommy Miller x f!Reader Rating: Mature (18+) (MINORS DNI) Summary: You're engrossed in the book in front of you that you hardly noticed Tommy walking into your home. He takes matter into his own hands to get your attention. Content Warning: SMUT, established relationship, post-outbreak, adult content, oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet and spicy, no plot just thots, not edited/proof-read Links - AO3 A/N: I can see @ay0nha side-eyeing me so hard right now as I'm posting this. 🤣 I told myself... *sighs* I told myself over and over to not post any smut that doesn't have a plot included, but I woke up this morning and my mind chose violence so here it is. But as always, thank you to @ay0nha for always helping me and giving advice with my fics. You deserve all the Tommy loving. I also wrote this before I had to get ready for work so it's a bit rushed. Remember to like, reblog and comment if you can! 🌿💫

It was captivating. The adventures that you were following along with the protagonist had you on the edge of the couch, and you had lost count on how many pages you've read this evening.

Your eyes followed your finger as it brushed along the grey ink. Some of the words were clear as the blue sky, others you had to squint or make up your own words, the water-stained pages fading away the ink.

There were books in Jackson. A small library between the butcher shop and the bakery was your sanctuary after a hard day's work at the nursery. You blamed your sudden allergies on the flowers blooming inside the large greenhouse you worked in, and Tommy had his own suspicions. That library is a gold mine of dust, sweetie pie. He mentioned one day while your nose was strawberry red from rubbing it so much. Yet, you still went and persevered the day despite your allergies not improving.

And then Tommy started to bring books home from his scheduled patrols. It didn't matter the subject - historical romances that would take you to places of cities made out of marble and large golden statues of Gods in Ancient Greece; Jungles of Mexico, pyramids made of stone that reached so high that it would reach the sun, to stories following a couple committing a series of heists in a futuristic setting of the 1950's.

He would find them in the nearby abandoned towns, bringing them back to you so that the pages, once loved and read from more than twenty years ago would now be under the care of the gentle hold of your hands and the sturdy bookshelf that Tommy had made for you.

Then your allergies improved. You haven't stepped foot into that library since you started your own, darlin'. His smile was hidden behind a cup as he had his morning coffee. I told ya so.

He noticed how you started to pile up the books in the corner of your room by a large potted plant. Tommy did not hesitate to build you a bookshelf with the left over wood from the lumber yard, and the two of you watched your collection fill up the tight spaces between the thick wood.

One day while you were working a shift, Tommy looked over his work and your books while finishing up his dark roasted coffee, and he could not help but smile. Not only did his shelving hold your books, but it had little touches of you - the small pearl earrings he gifted you for your birthday sat beside the planter he had made you for the succulent you were trying to revive from the nursery. His fingers carefully brushed over the edge of the polaroid picture of the two of you Ellie took a few months back from celebrating Tommy's birthday.

Heavy footsteps stirred you away from your book, but it wasn't enough to draw you completely away from the adventure in your hands. The feeling of soft lips along with the familiar scratchiness of his mustache pressed on your forehead. "Did you eat, sweetie pie?"

"Hmm." You responded after reading a sentence. No. You hadn't eaten since you made breakfast for you and Tommy early in the morning, and you barely noticed your stomach growling at the mention of it.

Tommy chuckles, wiping away the strands of hair away from your face. "Is that a yes or a no?"

You turned a page and continued to read. "Mm-hmm."

He didn't respond, yet his footsteps trailed away from you to what you guessed was the kitchen as you started to hear the clinging of pots and pans. Your eyes darted at the clock on the wall, and you made a quick mental note that Tommy was home earlier than usual.

At this time, you usually started to prepare dinner and have it ready for when Tommy came home, but you let your body slouch further into the couch as you continued to get lost into the pages in front of you.

You weren't sure how long time had passed - between the silence that grew in the kitchen and the countless pages being turned - you felt one of Tommy's hands, rough from a hard day of working, caressing up your leg until it settled on the outside of your thigh. You couldn't see him as the book between the two of you covered his next move, which caused a swirl of excitement start to build in your belly.

Tommy placed a kiss on the inside of your knee, his hands slowly prying your legs apart for him to find his place between you. He smirked to himself when he realizes you were wearing underwear and one of his buttons up shirts - and nothing else. His lips trailed down from your knee to the inside of your thigh when he catches the scent of your body wash, and he stops.

You usually used a natural scented wash, sometimes alternating between coconut or something that would resemble the sea. He couldn't place the new scent, something between lavender or roses. No matter what it was, he liked how not only it smelled on you, but how sweet you tasted.

Your fingers dug into the paperback when he licked at the crease of your thigh, and Tommy could feel the slight rough texture of the lace that lined your panties on the tip of his tongue.

He brought his hand to the lowest button of his shirt on you and fumbled to get it open. He spreads the flannel like fabric away to reveal your soft belly and he slightly crawls upwards to press kisses underneath your belly button. He creates a slow trail, moving further down as the rough texture of his facial hair scratches at your skin until you could feel the hot breath of him pant at the space between your legs.

This was something Tommy occasionally did to you when your attention was on the story before you rather than him. The first few times you wouldn't last long, leaving your book abandoned at the side of you on your bed or it fell from your hands and onto the floor when he would burrow his face between your legs, lapping you up until your orgasm came to you in hard waves. Each time you improved, lasting longer than before and you wondered how well you would do this time.

Concentrate. You told yourself, bringing the book closer up to settle on your chest.

You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes for a moment at the feeling of his mouth pressing against the thin fabric of your panties, his tongue sweeping hard over your covered folds. When he starts to slowly swirl one of his digits against your bundle of nerves, which you guessed was his thumb, you could feel the dampness from his mouth left behind on your panties that creates a sweet friction in which you bit back a moan.

Don't give in to him. Not just yet.

In one swift motion, Tommy hooks his thumbs on the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your smooth legs and discards the abandoned fabric at the corner of the couch. He wasted no time diving back towards you, giving one long lick from your opening before his mouth gently enclosed and sucked at your clit. He blindly raises one of your legs to rest the back of your knee against his shoulder, while his free hand presses against the underside of your thigh to keep you open for him.

Your chest rose slowly along with your steady breathing. It was becoming clear that this was going to be difficult. The protagonist of your book had arrived at a cave, but you didn't remember how and when they got there. The words were starting to blur behind the glossy haze when your eyes began to slowly roll back while Tommy slowly and gently circled the flat of his tongue against your clit.

You flipped back a page, going to where you had last paid attention of your book and found how they had approached the opening of the cave that would hopefully lead to the hidden chamber where the lost treasure would be - and your hand dug into the pages, quieting your moan when you brought your fingers to your lips as Tommy sucked hard at your bundle of nerves. He dipped lower, the tip of his tongue licking up the arousal that pooled at the opening of your pussy and he hummed in approval.

A low whimper escapes you when you feel him move away from you, biting at the flesh of your inner thigh, savoring the lingering taste of you on his lips. "Sweet like honey." His voice is deep and laced with want for you, and you could almost feel his words vibrate against you. It seeps deep into your veins that you start to feel the pressure of your arousal start to build in your belly.

His tongue slips inside of you over and over, drinking and eating you up while his thumb circles over your clit. Tommy cannot help but roll his hips once into the couch, feeling the swell of him under his jeans become tight and restricted.

The book falls forward on your chest, one hand slipping into his tight dark curls while the other reaches back to grip the curve of the arm of the couch. He isn't hidden behind your book anymore, his eyes closed, and brows pushed together softly in concentration as he works on you, the tip of his nose brushing against the soft thatch of hair in between your legs. "Tommy," his name falls easily from your lips, and you can feel him smiling against your folds.

He knew he won. He always did.

While your hips roll gently upward, your fingers tug hard at the back of his head to keep him in place. His tongue slides out of your pussy and catches his breath for a moment or two before latching his mouth over your clit; the rough texture of his mustache scratches at your sensitive folds and you know you'll feel the lingering feel of it later. The hand that once gripped the arm of the chair now takes hold of the book that was left at your chest and is now abandoned on the floor beside Tommy's knee.

"Please Tommy," your breathing hitches. Your toes and fingers curl when the build up in your belly expands. His hands move to grip at your hips now, lifting and pulling you closer to him. "You're gonna make me come."

Mm-hmm. He hums against you. He does not quicken the pace of his tongue, but he rubs two fingers against your opening to lather your slick over the digits before sliding in. The pads of his fingers gently press up into the spongey texture of your walls, and he feels you clench around the base of his thick fingers.

"Yes… yes," You moan out, and your face twists in bliss when your orgasm hits you quicker than you realize. Tommy continues to work on you as you flutter hard around him and his tongue swipes slower over your now over-sensitive clit. "Tommy!"

He gives you one last lick before slipping his fingers out of your drenched pussy and he's crawling over you, delicately and chastely kissing your cheek. He watches you as you come down from your high, the redness on your cheeks fading away to your natural skin color and your breathing comes back to normal.

"Now that I got your attention," Tommy smirks down at you. "You hungry, darlin'?"

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nerdraging4point0 · 7 months

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November Moon

CW: 18+, oral sex male receiving, language, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, PIV, protected sex. Exhibitionism, partner sharing.

Authors note: @tearfallpixie and I had .... thoughts.....conversations. It wasn't what I had in mind but as I wrote it, something took on a mind of its own. She was kind enough to offer one of her OC characters to the story. I have been in a rut for a few weeks now, so this is the first thing that has actually reached the finished stages. Enjoy

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Rick came out of the kitchen a large bowl in each hand filled to the brim with popcorn. He was nothing if not predictable. He set the bowls down on his new extra-large coffee table-a rustic French farmhouse type made of birch wood that looked weathered-it wasn’t his usual style, but he picked it up because one it fit the length he wanted and two he liked the way she looked at it. They hadn’t been together long before Rick had asked Anya to move in with him, he had never been so sure of something in his life.

Horror, the cute pup he had adopted just the year before jumped onto the couch, his tail thumping on the fabric tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. There was a full table of drinks and snacks that Rick and Anya picked up from the store earlier and a couple bags of burgers and fries with milkshakes included from Five Guys. If Rick knew his friend it would be to order Five Guys for dinner, especially when he was about to propose something that could be considered completely insane.

Just a few weeks ago he’d come home from a long tour, finally set to be home for a full eight months, ready for some much-needed rest and relaxation. Yeah right. Rick knew better than to have any kind of relaxation, after he’d properly welcomed himself home to Anya and their pup, he’d immediately started working on his film projects. She had been talking to him from the couch in his office, slumped over his laptop clicking away at videos as he edited them, giving her an occasional ‘uh huh’ ‘really’ or even a ‘hmm’ all things to make it seem like he heard her.

"You know what would be hot?"

"Hmm?" The guitarist hummed quietly, not lifting his eyes from his computer.

"If we had a foursome with Vinny and Dana."

"Wait what?!" Rick exclaimed, turning in his chair to face her. After a long period of silence, he’d waited for her to say more but when she didn’t, he had to process what she’d said. His brain took the suggestion, fumbled it around amongst the other thoughts currently occupying its space, until figuratively tossing everything from its desk inside his head to focus on the idea she proposed.

"What? Vinny and Dana are hot as fuck. And don't think I don't know you and Vin have fooled around before. It's so obvious." Rick sputtered as he processed her words. Seeing her raise an eyebrow at him, realizing his darkest secret had been found out. He sat back further in his chair eyes darting to the ceiling as he thought the idea through.

“Oh my GOD!” She squealed pulling herself to the edge of her seat on the couch “I was only joking; I wanted your attention you perv!” They had put the idea aside for a while talking again about idle things this time with Rick’s attention on her. But he’d be lying if his mind was drifting back to the earlier topic.

He couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing his best friend and girl get it on wasn't intriguing. Not only that, but he found Vins girl appealing. Anya and Dana were like night and day. Dana was shorter in stature, standing only at 5’2 long sandy brown hair, light skin tone, and eyes that he couldn’t determine were either green or blue. He imagined how her soft curves might feel under his hands, if she’d groan at his touch like Anya did or whine. Anastasia was 5’6 dark brown hair just past her shoulders, deep green eyes and a full sleeve of white roses on her right arm, the spaces between the leaves blacked out. She was athletically built, the muscles from her years of sports softened under her skin leaving her with a relaxed toned look.

Anya was his spitfire spastic girl, she could talk for hours if the subject intrigued her, and there were a lot of subjects like that. She was never not at a loss for words on any given subject, always wanting to learn and express herself. Outsiders might think they were arguing with how they spoke to each other during their debates, but it was all understood, they were communicating on a different level.

While on tour Vin and Rick had stayed up later than the rest of the band and crew, just talking about their girls back home. The girls had gotten close, so closely bonded they weren’t above holding hands and kissing each other on the lips occasionally. They had gotten so deep in conversation that night Vin started to talk about his sex life with Dana, while he never discussed much with anyone else in the band and crew, he and Rick had a mutual understanding to share everything with one another.

Rick had expected Dana to be shy and innocent, inexperienced, somehow the thought of having to break her and teach her a lesson made his sex throb with anticipation. But when he heard how dark she could be for Vin he was surprised. The way Vin described her she was mouthy, sassy even. Rick liked that. The idea that he could still break her gave him some satisfaction.

The couple walked through the door of Rick’s house, greeted eagerly by Horror, Dana seemed to take great interest in petting the pup’s belly while Vin made a quick bee line for the food on the table. Anya caught her friend in a hug, bringing her in by the waist to the couch. Dana had chosen a simple pair of leggings and hoodie to wear tonight. Although she matched in all black with her boyfriend, Rick couldn’t help but feel cheated, what could she possibly be hiding under there?

He'd never seen Dana wear anything outside of leggings, sweatpants, hoodies, and the occasional pair of jeans. Anya said it was something about being self-conscious around a lot of people. What could she have to be self-conscious about? He’d seen some of the photos on Vin’s phone. Not on purpose, anything that had to do with Dana and Vin was all found out by accident. He either happened to be looking that way just at the right time or Vin was scrolling through his phone passing by a saved photo of her pausing only for a minute before continuing through his gallery. Rick just always acted like he didn’t see it.

Vin didn’t know it but a few nights after that conversation Rick had gotten up in the middle of the night making his way to the bathroom for a late-night piss, on his way back to his bunk he could hear the private conversation between Vin and Dana. Vin seemed to think everyone was asleep and opted for no headphones, in whatever way, to the universe or deity of some kind he thanked him for the absentminded mistake.

She was moaning on the other end, giving a sexy giggle, maybe in response to Vin’s reaction.

“Sugar, come on don’t tease me.” He whined, his voice climbing higher than a whisper.

“What are you gonna do? Make me?”

Rick had to suppress the growl in his throat. Oh, he’d make her alright. Miles away or not, he’d have her follow his every direction without hesitation.

They watched a movie together, eating and making small talk. But it seemed that no matter how much he tried to bring up the subject he just couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. I guess it was a good thing his girlfriend was better at breaking the ice than he was. He wasn’t sure what she’d said, or how she had said it, but when Rick looked over in the dark living room toward the girls, they were practically in each other’s laps hands wrapping around each other, lips locked. He tapped his friend’s thigh unable to tear away from the scene in front of him, the sudden thud of Vin’s phone on the floor was confirmation he was seeing the same thing.

It wasn’t much to convince them to take everything back to Rick’s room. He’d lead them down the hall and into the master bedroom tearing Anya’s top and bra from her body the minute she was inside their door. He held Anya against his chest, her breasts in each of his hands, kneading the flesh and pulling at her nipples while he kissed the exposed skin of her neck, cheek and shoulder. He heard a sound that made his eyes fly open and search for the source.

Across the room Vin had his girl in his arms teeth sinking into the flesh at her neck, Dana’s mouth dropped open and her nails digging into Vin’s shoulder, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Rick drank in the sight looking her over, her pale skin was completely exposed her hoodie, shirt, and bra had been discarded and he could see her breasts pressed into Vin’s chest.

God damn she was beautiful.

“Fuck, Vin. That’s what you’ve been hiding from us?” It had been a comment Rick wanted to utter more times than one after seeing photos of her but knew better than to do it. Now he had no reason not to.

Dana’s cheeks went pink when her eyes opened landing on Rick’s from across the room. So sweet. She was still so shy. Rick wanted to taste her, he wanted to make her come first. The way Vin was playing with her, it was driving Rick insane. Like a kid on the playground who wanted his turn with the new toy, he seemed to be losing his patience.

“Think Vin would let me suck his cock?” Anya’s breathy voice was at Rick’s ear, her soft moans between words making his cock twitch.

“I don’t know,” he drawled “Why don’t you go over there and find out.”

Anya crossed the floor quickly, pulling herself between Vin and Dana, giving Dana a soft kiss on the lips before turning to face Vin. Her eyes focused on him as she dropped to her knees fingers already working the button of his cargo pants.

Dana stepped back, giving her friend room, her arms crossing over her chest as she pulled her thumb nail between her teeth. She was distracted, not paying any attention to Rick as he crossed the room coming up slowly behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist letting his chin rest on her shoulder as he pulled her into him his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. She tightened in his grip going stiff.

“Shhh.” He whispered letting his lips trail soft kisses from her shoulder to the bend of her neck. “Since he’s a little occupied. Let me take care of you.”

He spun her in his arms making her face him he squatted down grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Rick climbed onto the bed, letting her back fall softly into the black duvet. He kept his eyes on hers, taking in the beautiful glassy green color as he watched her pupils dilate and shrink with every move of his hands over her body.

“Would you let me eat you? I’m sure Vin does it a lot.” Ricks fingers were already teasing the hem of her leggings, waiting for the approval before tearing them down her thighs. He watched as she covered her body with her arms, hands making a tent over her mouth and nose while her cheeks turned that adorable pink color.

“Why do you think I call her sugar?” Vin teased moaning when Anya giggled, his cock still down her throat.

“You have to say yes.” Rick gave her an encouraging look, or maybe he was pleading, he wasn’t really sure what expression his face was making at this point. Whatever he’d done made her nod her head slowly, he understood the hesitation and although he wanted to tear her clothes off and bury himself between her thighs, he felt he should treat her a little more delicately. Pulling the clothes from her body he looked back up to see she had completely covered her face. He crawled up her body taking her wrists in his hands as he pulled her away to look in her eyes.

“No need to hide. I’ve seen it all already and trust me, you are beautiful.” Her face went completely red but as Rick made his way down her torso, she didn’t bring her hands up to hide again. Opening her thighs she parted them easily for him, letting him find his way between them as he licked a stripe between her folds the intoxicating taste of her burst through his mouth, he groaned wanting more but having to hold himself back from devouring her. “I see why he calls you sugar, you do taste sweet.”

Fingers pressing her open he lapped at her clit listening to the pleased sounds she made as he found the spot, she liked the most. Her hips rocked into his face, and he grabbed her thighs in order to brace himself for the moment she came on his tongue. She moaned, the dirty words falling out of her mouth all that Ricks’ ears hoped they would be.

Shuffling, the tear of a foil packet, a sudden keen from Anya and the sound of skin on skin meant Vin had taken it upon himself to move his moment along. They hadn’t discussed how it would all make them feel, but then again, Vin didn’t have much emotion when he was horny. Rick liked to think things through even now, he could feel the pang in his chest that someone else had his girl, but the knowledge that she was always his softened the blow.

Dana’s hands tangled into Ricks hair desperate to pull him off her as her body started to shake and seize from her orgasm. He continued to hold her clit between his lips, letting his tongue flick along the edge as she spasmed against his face. When he opened his eyes and looked up at her, she was flat against the bed panting, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. Some of the muscles in her thighs and arms were shaking from what he’d just done to her. The pride in swelling in his chest.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Vin.” He looked to his friend who had Anya bent over the side of the bed taking her from behind. Vin’s green eyes looked up from under his lashes, the red streaks falling over his face. “Toss me one.”

The drummer groaned as he pulled out of Anya, she whined at the loss of him, Vin spinning around to slap her ass before digging through the drawer of the nightstand. He tossed the purple foil to Rick, catching it mid air he ripped it open sliding it down his length before bracing himself at her entrance. He wanted to go easy, maybe take his time, but if Vin finished soon, it would just be awkward for the whole room.

He bottomed out watching as she folded herself up arm latching around Ricks neck. He moved his hips immediately filling her up quickly and starting a pace that was sure to give her another orgasm. She moaned, keened and whined in his ear. The sounds making his brain fill with fog. She fits him so easily, her walls parting for him only to tighten around as he withdraws. She is just as soft as he imagined she’d be, fingers tracing the scars of her stretched skin, stripes that were no doubt earned and should be appreciated.

Under his touch she trembles, but then relaxes as he strokes her back, he can feel her shake every time he thrusts deep inside her. She is close and he knows it. The familiar shrieks from Anya tell Rick she’s enjoying herself. He was sure he’d have time to take Anya too, his ego telling him he had the stamina for it all. But as reality sank in it was evident, he wouldn’t. He felt in his lower belly that he was close, she was clenching harder around him, feeling her walls coat him with her slick his own body trembling.

“Fuck Rick.” She moaned in his ear as her arms clutched to him tight the orgasm breaking her. He couldn’t hold out anymore. Getting a hard grip on her body he thrust into her several more times before he moaned her name as he came.

The chorus of the four of them breathing heavily, smacking their lips from their mouths running dry was all the room could hear. The heady smell of musk and body fluid assaulting their sense of smell. Vin withdrew from Anya pulling the condom off quick and discarding it. Anya didn’t seem to notice him either walking around the bed to her drawers looking for underwear and something to wear.

Rick pulled out of Dana quickly making his way off the bed and tossing the condom away. He pushed the windows open behind his bed letting the cool night air waft the smell from the room. Anya’s warm hands wrapped around his waist, holding one of his t shirts and clean boxers in them. He took the clothes from her grip, bringing one of her hands to his lips before placing a chaste kiss on the back.

He slipped the clothes on seeing Vin help Dana into his sweatshirt, he was still naked, but after making sure his girl was dressed, they cuddled under the blankets.

“I told them they can sleep here tonight.” Anya stood up on her tiptoes to give Rick a kiss on his cheek.

“And where will we sleep?”

“In the bed silly. Where else?” she giggled crawling into the bed and settling next to her friend. Rick was too physically tired to care who slept in what bed. While the idea of a foursome wasn’t exactly what he’d imagined, it wasn’t a waste of time either. Now that the ice had been broken maybe there was just a little room to have more.

She woke to the faint sound of moaning.

The chill in the room made her shiver under the sweatshirt Vin had given her last night, she rolled into him seeking the warmth of his body. The window he’d opened was left that way all night, the late November air making the room go chill. Settling into Vin’s chest he was fast asleep, his arms not even moving to hold her, shivering as she pulled the blankets up over her nose. She tried hard to go back to sleep, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would force them to stay closed and bring sleep on faster.

Another soft moan carried through the room, and she realized that it wasn’t the sounds of her dreams from last night anymore. Turning slowly in the bed she saw Rick and Anya over her shoulder. Rick had Anya’s back pressed firmly into his chest, his hips rocking into her from behind, one ink clad hand wrapped around her waist disappearing between her thighs his fingers moving in and out of her sex with slow strokes. Anya had her head tipped back, hands wrapped around Rick’s head as he kissed into the bend of her neck, eyes were held shut pulling her lip between her teeth to suppress more of her moans. Rick’s grey eyes met hers from across the bed, they held the stare for only a few seconds before he gave her a wink and a seductive smirk. Pressing his lips once again to the neck of his girl. She turned back into Vin, not shy about what she saw, but disappointed that her boyfriend wasn’t awake to join in the fun.

She snuggled into Vin’s chest more drinking in the smell of his cologne, the fragrance still potent even though he’d applied it yesterday morning. She was close enough to hear his heart beating in his chest, the steady rhythm drowning out the sound of the couple next to her. Vin shifted in the bed allowing her to sink deeper into his bare chest.

“You to huh?” his gravely morning voice made heat pool into the space between her thighs. She was very pleased with herself that all she was wearing was his sweatshirt and panties from the night before. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she nodded her head. “Turn around then.”

She rolled to her other side making sure her ass rolled over him in a suggestive way. He groaned when she rolled over his cock, realizing quickly that he hadn’t dressed himself after their games last night. He kept his eyes closed, hand taking her hip and pulling her close to him. She glanced over at Rick and Anya, he seemed to have lost patience with only his fingers. Anya was pressed firmly on her belly into the bed one of Ricks’ hands tangled in her hair holding her head up off the mattress, his other had both her wrists clasped firmly into her lower back. Rocking his hips into her from behind, his black hair was already falling in his face lips parted breathing getting heavy. The sight turned her on to watch and when Vin started to rock his hips into her from behind slowly grinding himself against her ass, she let out a whimper Anya’s eyes only opening a little to look her friends way before giving her a satisfied smile.

Suddenly the chill from earlier was gone, the room filling up with a sudden heat she couldn’t explain. She pushed the blankets down and off her with her feet trying to cool her already sweaty skin. Vin’s fingernails were digging into the flesh of her thigh as he pulled her closer to him, continuing to grind against her. She was soaking through her panties as Vin would move her the friction of the material clothing her sex gave just enough friction to stimulate, but not enough that she’d be able to come. She wanted more. He was hard the feel of him pressing into her cheeks erotic the length not giving from the pressure of her on him.

He suddenly stopped fingers frantically trying to find the edge of her panties to bring them down her legs. She rolled onto her back grabbing the sides and pulling them down to toss the wet garment somewhere. Vin rolled onto his back motioning for her to come to him, she straddled his lap her knee barely coming to rest next to his hip before he pulled her down into a needy kiss. Her mouth distracted he lined up, pushing himself between her folds before bottoming out with no hesitation. She squealed into the kiss letting his tongue push past the barrier and into her mouth. He already had a grip on the sides of her hips rocking her over his length pulling her up before bringing her back down. They had barely started, and she was already about to burst.

Pulling herself out of his mouth she sat up grasping his thigh and bracing herself on the soft of his abdomen before she rocked herself back and forth, letting him fill her completely. While she rolled her head back she let her eyes wander over to their friends. Anya had her lip in her mouth teeth bearing down into the skin it was turning white, her forehead was sticky with sweat and her eyes were shut tight. Rick’s grey orbs looking directly at Dana. He had a feral look in his eye and it only made the coil in her belly tighten, watching him fuck Anya with sharp snaps of his hips was a show. She looked down at Vin who beneath her was arching his back Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed before letting his mouth fall open again with his heavy breathing. She was so close, her rhythm stalling, feeling like she couldn’t continue. He sat up with her, head placed into her chest, he let his hands roam up the sweatshirt she was wearing fingers running along her spine and over her skin.

“Gonna come for me, sugar?” She wrapped her arms around his neck letting her fingers lace through his messy curls. Her hips moved faster as he spoke, driving herself to a quick release, beyond speech she only nodded her head. She looked over to Rick whose own hips started to falter, his eyes still on her, she threw her head back watching as he stilled in his movements spilling into Anya with a loud groan. It put Dana over the edge, clenching hard around Vin’s cock she squeezed his hair as her body shook with her orgasm. He wasn’t far behind her, taking her hips in his hands and slamming her down on him one more time before she could feel the warmth of his release inside her.

They fell back on the bed, her ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart thudding loudly. As they caught their breath, she heard the couple next to them whispering softly to one another, followed by a comfortable silence. The serenity of the moment lost when Vin cried out to the room,

"I'm hungry."

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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I'll show the lovin' that you'll never get from a man

Paring: Vic x Fem!Reader

summary: your friends finally meet your boyfriend, and even though nothing goes according to the plan, your night ends up being better than you could hope for, thanks to Vic

word count: 2.1k

contents: angst, fluff, SMUT

author’s note: fist thing i wrote after a month long break, it might not be the best but i hope you’ll like it ❤

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You have been dating him for a while now. At least it felt like forever, even though only four months have passed since you went on the first date. He had superficial charm, a cute face, hot body. He knew how to make you feel special, what to say to win your heart. But despite all of this, you knew damn well that He had his flaws. Always too busy whenever you needed him the most, he was possessive, jealous, and didn’t like your friends even though He never personally met any of them. But you were his princess, you saw the lustful glances of other women, looking him up and down with a smirk. Knowing that He picked you out of all of them, was enough to boost your fragile self-confidence. You agreed to ignore his imperfections, only to receive some love. And gods knew you craved some love more than anything.

Your friend couldn’t be fooled any longer. She kept inviting you and him for a night out or at least a dinner. She desperately wanted to meet him, and at least try to be friendly. Every time you called and cried on the phone because He stood you up once again, she patiently listened, but the annoyance in her voice was hard to miss. After long weeks you finally agreed.

“Why are you so nervous, hmm?” He kissed your neck and fluffed up your hair which you just finished brushing. You sighed and combed them with your fingers.

“I just want you two to get along.” You swallowed hard and grabbed your bag.

As soon as you got to your favourite bar, you saw your friend sitting at the big round table. She invited more people, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Less attention on your boyfriend was a blessing. You recognised them all, some you knew better, but there were also some new faces. One pair of blue eyes was looking at you with more intensity than the others. You met Victoria about a year ago, and since then you sometimes attended the same parties. She was also a witness to one of your breakdowns when you came over to your friend in the middle of the night in tears because He made you cry. She was staying there overnight and helped you to calm down while your friend was making you drinks to soothe the pain.

Not much time has passed before your friend started questioning your boyfriend. You were tense, nervously playing with your rings, twirling them on your fingers. You kept sipping your drink, faster than you should, dreaming of something that might finally stop your shaking hands. You looked up and noticed Vic looking at you. She gave you a soft smile, and her whole face lit up. You smiled back. Your hands started calming down.

“So…are you saying that looking at someone attractive on the street is cheating?” Your friend asked with a frown.

“Well…looking is a first step to cheating.” Your boyfriend tensed up.

“No but like…don’t you ever just see someone and look to appreciate their beauty? Not because you want to fuck them?” She kept going, twirling the stem of her wine glass in her hands.

“The only woman I look at is her.” He looked at you and smiled nervously. “And I hope she does the same.”

“Ok but what about men? Don’t you ever see a guy and think that he’s attractive?” Your friend asked Him and looked at you, biting your lip.

“What am I gay?”

His words were followed by silence. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Fucking dickhead…” Vic mumbled with wide eyes.

“You know that your girlfriend isn’t straight? And none of us here is? What the fuck, dude?” Your friend spat out.

“Well, no wonder you’re all friends, freaks.” He snickered and finished his drink

You stood up, you chair made a loud noise.

“Fuck you, fuck you!” You hissed and ran outside.

You walked fast till you got to the bridge. You looked down at the Tiber through your teary eyes. He never accepted this part of you, but avoiding the topic worked so far. But not this time. You couldn’t believe he embarrassed you so much in front of your friends.

“Hey!”

You turned around and saw Vic walking fast towards you. You wiped your eyes and sniffled.

“Are you alright? Here…” She handed you your coat. All that anger made you numb to the cold.

“Thank you.” You looked at her and felt the tears burning your eyes again.

“Cucciola…” Vic mumbled and opened her arms, offering a hug.

She was warm, tiny but her arms wrapped around your body with surprising strength. She smelled so good, a mix of shampoo and vanilla perfume. You sighed, feeling her arm stroking your back. She kissed your head.

“Hey…I need you to listen to me.” She moved away and cupped your face. You sniffled, watching her enchanted by the serious look on her face.

“I know we’re not super close but I think I’ve heard and seen enough. Please, for the love of god, leave this dickhead.” She stroked your cheek with her thumb, smearing the single, hot tear over your skin.

“I…I’m scared that I’ll never find anyone who…” Your voice cracked.

“Who what? Who will mistreat you like this? Baby…” She frowned and tucked the string of your hair behind your ear. “You deserve so much better.” Her eyes were soft, she kept glancing at your lips. “It hurts me to see you suffering like that for the attention of a guy who doesn’t deserve to lay a finger on you.”

Her words and tender touch spread warmth over your body. Her angelic face, her soft hands, her eyes full of love. She kept looking at you as if you were the most precious thing she could find.

“Vic, I know you think I’m stupid but…”

“No, cucciola. Never. You’re just hurt.”

The way she made you feel understood, how she managed to point out something you couldn’t articulate for weeks with such ease, made your heart skip a beat. You put your hand over hers and stroked her cheek with the other. You stepped forward and pressed your lips to hers. Vic pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. Her lips felt so soft and sweet, her nose was cold against your cheek. You let out a quiet hum, feeling how you’re getting lost in that kiss, that there was something about her that made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“Let’s get out of here,” Vic whispered against your lips.

She grabbed your hand and only a moment later you were sitting on her Vespa. Your hands were wrapped tightly around her waist, your face pressed to the leather jacket on her back. Even though you were scared of scooters, with her you felt safe. She took off your helmet and kissed your forehead before grabbing your hand again, and pulling you towards the building in which she lived.

As soon as she locked the door, you looked at her with lust, gratitude and some new kind of softness. You wanted more of her, in every sense. Vic smirked, threw her jacket aside and stepped closer to you. She slid your coat off your back and threw it on the floor.

“So…what now?” Vic asked with a smile, placing her hands on your hips. In one swift move pushed you against the wall. You smirked as your back hit the hard surface.

“I think I’m ready to get to know you better.” You whispered, twirling a lock of her hair.

Her hands started moving higher, she wrapped one arm around you, and the other hand started moving higher at a painfully slow pace, till she finally cupped your breast. You sighed.

“I’ll show you what you deserve…” She pressed her lips to yours, and kissed you passionately, nibbling on your lip. “I’ll show you things you’ll never get from a man…especially not that dickhead.”

Vic took her hands away and grinned, she started walking backwards to her bedroom, while watching you with dark eyes. Once you got there she stripped you down completely, leaving you in your lacy panties. Vic pushed you onto your bed, smirking at your bouncing tits once your back hit the mattress. She crawled on top of you and trapped you between your hands. Her lips were immediately back on your lips, chin, and neck. She was sucking, nibbling on your skin, leaving wet kisses everywhere. She moved her knee between your thighs, pressing it to your damp panties. You gasped and moved your hips forward to get more friction. She smirked and pinned your wrists above your head, slowly teasing your bare nipples with her other hand. Vic moved down and wrapped her lips around your nipple and started flicking it with her tongue. Her hand started wandering lower until she reached the hem of your panties. She pulled the material up and looked up to watch your face. You gasped.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous…” She whispered and moved away to get comfortable between your thighs.

She kissed her way down, leaving love bites on your sides, hips and thighs. Her soft hands were gently stroking your hot skin. Vic started teasing you through the thin and damp material of your underwear, smiling at your noises. She finally pulled the panties aside and started teasing your fold and clit, kissing your things and stroking your belly.

“Please…” You whined, looking down at her with blushed face and parted lips.

She slipped two fingers in you and leaned down, burying her face between your thighs. Vic gave your clit a long and slow lick, flattening her warm tongue, and pressing it hard. You moaned and moved your hand to her hair, tangling your fingers in her blonde strands. Suddenly you heard buzzing. You looked around. Your phone. With His name on the screen.

“Answer it.” Vic looked at you with a grin, her chin was glistening from your wetness.

‘No, Vic…” You mumbled.

“Be a good girl, or I’ll stop.” She slowly pulled out her fingers and pushed them back into you hard. You moaned loudly.

“Alright, alright…Hello?” You cleared your throat.

“Where the fuck are you? Why did you cause such a scene?!” your boyfriend growled into the phone.

Vic hooked your leg over her shoulder and started speeding up her fingers, while slowly making out with your pussy, making many loud, wet sounds.

“Fuck…umm…” You tried to hide your moan and cover your lips. “I left because I didn’t want to.. stay!” You said the last part way too loudly, but you couldn’t help yourself because Vic just touched your g spot with her index finger.

“What the fuck was that?! Where are you?! Are you with this gay bitch?!” He screamed.

Vic started sucking on your clit and pumping her fingers fast, feeling how your muscles started tensing up, your body getting closer. You moaned loudly a few times, coming with a loud scream, forgetting about the phone in your hand. As you started trembling, Vic licked your pussy a few more times, kissed your thigh and grabbed the phone out of your hand.

“You fucking whore!” He screamed into the phone.

“Easy, cowboy. Her pussy tastes divine, she came so nicely on my fingers and my tongue…” Vic said seductively, watching you with a smile, slowly stroking your belly.

“I’ll ruin you both! Everybody will know what a fucking worthless cunt she is!”

“And I’ll make sure that everyone finds out about your tiny dick and how you treat women. Now, I need to go back to the beautiful goddess over here, I’ll make sure she comes again and again till she can’t anymore. As she should. But how would you know what she needs? Call her again and we’ll talk differently. Ciao!” She said loudly and ended the call.

“You’re insane…” You mumbled with a smile. Vic threw the phone aside and kissed you slowly, letting you taste yourself on her lips.

“I might be insane, but I can be fun, my pussy eating skills are clearly working,” she chuckled, “...and…I kinda want to make you finally feel happy. It’s on the top of my to-do list, and I always take my list very seriously.” She booped your nose and dragged her hand down your chest and belly, sliding it again between your legs.

“Again?” You asked and bit your lip.

“Oh cucciola, it was just a warm-up.” She kissed you and slid her fingers back into you, making you moan loudly.

You lost count of how many times you came that night, but besides mind-blowing sex, Vic has finally shown you how you can and should be treated. Which let’s be honest, He could never do.

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ebonysplendor · 2 days

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psst 👀 you should check out “Where He is King” by mellowbile on itch.io

Hmm...heard 👀

TL;DR: He's a joker, a jester, an absolute clown...but the pain that he puts us through is no joke

That was horrible, I know. I couldn't think of anything else. Plz let me live ._.

Game Link: https://mellowbile.itch.io/where-he-is-king

Notable Features: Nameless MC, Female MC, Demon/God LI(?), Yandere LI(?), Choice-heavy story Spiciness: 0/5 -- Unless you're into the whole dismembered from the inside out thing, then 5/5. No kink shaming here LI(?) Red Flags: 5/5 -- Physically abusive, Torture, Sadist. That's about it, but it's pretty gruesome/vivid stuff

Wanna know more? Not if you're not at least 18! Y'all were good until it got updated a few days or so ago due to the gore. Anyways, if you're part of the 18+ club, let's get into it!

!! C O N T E N T !! !! W A R N I N G !!

He looks more like a jester to me, but it may trigger that whole fear of clowns thing...just a heads up

So, this one was a request, which I'm always excited about, so of course I had to give it the old college try. To be honest, I saw and played this the same day that I had gotten the request (hence why I wrote the whole "y'all were good until a few days ago" thing, because it was a few days ago at the time), but I really wanted to get that Trembling Essence review out first, and then, I started adulting and lost track of time, and then a month went by, and yeah. Not to mention that I was looking FOREVER for a particular ending; I'll get into that more once the review portion comes along. Anyways.

Now, admittedly, this one wasn't too much of my style but...actually, just take a look at this:

I actually appreciate the disclaimer because, admittedly, the first thought I had was "This feels gorey for the sake of being gorey", but after remembering what they had said about it being more emotionally charged writing, I realized that it actually was pretty emotionally charged. Like, the writing itself was actually pretty solid and the art? Ugh, I loved the visuals. Those of you who have been rocking with me for some of my reviews know that I get completely undone over sprites, CGs, and all that visual stuff.

Admittedly, I don't really have too much to say in the intro. All that I want to say seems more appropriate for the review portion, so I'm going to go ahead and jump into talking about the game itself. As per typical, I'm going to tell you as much about the game without ruining the game itself.

So boom.

We're on the run. Well, let me rephrase that: we were on the run, but our ankle is kind've AFK, at the moment, and running isn't really an option right now. Just as a little backstory, the reason why we're trying to get away from him is because everything is literally going to shit, or Hell, more accurately. Villagers are disappearing, children are either becoming runaways or being abducted, and there's this hypnotic music that's (assumed to be) always playing in the background from a taunting distance, being just barely heard. Not long after, a devil -- that was intentional, by the way, because he's not the devil, but a devil. He ain't that special, but he's still dangerous -- catches up to us.

Friedrich "JunJingl" Marchosias. Yeah, I jumbled the pronunciation of that last name, too, but just know that that's his name lmao.

Naturally, he starts to taunt us, calling us a "broken toy" because our ankle is sprained, and we aren't much for running right now, which makes his pursuit less amusing for him. This wouldn't be such an issue if, one, Sir Jester Douche wasn't a literal psycho and a pretty serious threat, and two, we weren't literally the last human alive. That's right folks: we're what remains of humanity. Okay, well, maybe not that dramatic, but it seems that way because the people that would've been in the surrounding area are either dead or they were a part of his army, but that's not reassuring either because he only took the children for his army -- we're a full grown adult, so our fate isn't looking too good.

At this point, he's getting pretty pissed at us. That's because he's been talking mad shit this whole time, but we've been silent throughout his whole lil' speech. Like, oh, pardon me for my brain shutting down and putting survival at the top of the list, my good sir.

We indulge in his arrogance briefly, but just long enough for us to stall him while we make a gameplan. Now, here's the thing: if we make a run for it, we're probably going to die because our ankle is pretty messed up, but if we stay and keep talking to this psycho clown...we're probably going to die.

Huh. Okay then. With that being realized...

We bolt. We are outta of there. Point blank period, because it's like, if our chance of death is pretty much inevitable, we may as well make him work for it.

That's kind've falling flat though, because he's right on our tail, and he's not even putting in the effort while doing it. We can't worry about that for too long though, because we hear this music playing and...oh shit.

It's going from bad to worse. Now, we have to worry about his entire army chasing after us, too. It doesn't matter though because survival is still at the top of the list, no matter how slim or nonexistent the chance may be; we keep running. We run and run and run and run until we get to this well. Granted, it may have been a stupid move, but we actually managed to get a good bit of distance, and we stop to get a drink from the well. Like I said, probably a stupid move, but shit, we don't have much of a chance of survival if we're dehydrated. ...Actually, we don't have much of a chance of survival if we are hydrated, either, but a bitch is thirsty, so we get that damn drink, or so we thought we were going to. What we were expecting was a well full of rainwater.

It's full of blood.

We don't even have time to be scared before Friedrich pops up behind us. With our survival instincts kicking in, we get on our gangster shit. We notice that the bucket was silver and recall how a lot of the things in the village had been replaced with silver dupes because it could ward off evil. When I say that we got a good ass grip on that silver bucket...

And absolutely knocked his shit in?! We blasted the hell out of him with that bucket. Look at this man's face.

Lmao, no babes. Not that face.

Lol not that one either...

Ah, yes. We...might have just plummeted our inevitable chance of death to an inevitable certainty of death...

And the story continues from this point, my friends! Actually! This is only one route of ten! Which ending is this you ask? Lol like I'm going to tell you. You'll have to play the game for yourself to find that out. Just be cautious, because it does get a little...messy.

Okay, so! ...Wasn't really my cup of tea, not gonna lie, but it wasn't bad!

First and foremost, let's get into the visuals of this game. The art was definitely pleasing to look at. Like, ugh, I love CGs and sprites and visual effects and all of that, and this game had a looooot of them. Like, take a little lookie look.

Chef's kiss work right there. I really, really, really loved the artwork. Definitely my favorite aspect of this game.

Now, like I said in the beginning, the gore was pretty "in your face" and definitely gives the initial impression of being gorey for the sake of being gorey; however, I made sure that I read it with the "emotionally charged" disclaimer in mind. Pleasantly enough, I actually could get that vibe. The dev gave the go-ahead for personal interpretations but, mmm, nah. Even though I'm not the most analytical person, I was going to let you all in on my weird thoughts, but nah, I think I'll pass on that for another day.

Put it this way though, obviously, I took it as a metaphor for being in pain, but hear me out (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE BY THE WAY): it's not just physical pain, but that pain that you feel from the inside. You know, that internal pain that's so intense that it feels like it's literally tearing you apart from the inside out. The worst part about that type of pain is that, even though you want to die, there's something that's keeping you alive, and it feels like literal torture. To me, the game was a huge metaphor for fighting to survive but staying alive feels like torture, and you're just left constantly wishing for it to just end -- maybe a sprinkle of being haunted by past mistakes and a possibly wavering faith? (TRIGGER WARNING END). Anyways, that interpretation may make more sense if you decide to actually play it for yourself. Lol I guess I did let you guys in on my thoughts after all. Guess we're getting kinda close at this point, huh?

Also anyways, another reason why it took me so long to post was because for the LIFE of me, I could not frickin figure out how to get ending number 7!! At the time, the game was extremely new. Like, still in the box wrapped in plastic new, and I was like "Shit, I'm on my own, and I'm dumb". I spent so much time and literally revisited the game on different days to see if I had accidentally skipped something and found nothing new. I looked through the files, and I was like "Bro, I've literally seen all of these sprites and CGs. What am I possibly missing?". When I say that it was driving me nuts... BUT THEN! I WENT TO THE GAME PAGE AND I SAW THIS

OH BLESS IT. I WASN'T BEING AN IDIOT; ENDING 7 JUST DIDN'T EXIST. THE RELIEF THAT I FELT. At the same time though, I was like "...why was there no ending 7?" But minor concern. Very minor.

Overall, the game was pretty damn solid! Lots of gore for sure, and I definitely didn't mind it, but the initial reaction was gore just for the sake of gore; however, when you really give it a chance, the writing's actually pretty okay. My favorite thing about it was by far the art and my other favorite thing was that we got to blast Friedrich's ass with that bucket. That was so satisfying. I mean there were consequences, yeah, but we still got our lick in lmao.

Welp, that's pretty much all from me! I recommended giving it a solid playthrough or two! I recommend it so much, I'll put the link right here so that you can give it a try. Also! Apparently they have a tumblr page for their art, and I'll link that here as well! I didn't see anything for a donation, but if you find otherwise, I'm sure they'd appreciate the monetary support. If you're broke, like me, send them some encouraging words and let them know "Hey, you did a thing, and I think that you should continue to do that thing because you're pretty good at it!"

But yeah, I'm going to end it here so that way I can FINALLY get this posted! Sorry for being MIA for a little. Adulting really be adulting, and I am ill-prepared for it a lot of the time ^^;

Anyways! Remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Where He Is King

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