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I love cake

gist: When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Glad to hear that. I’m reading Izana, a folklore story that deals with the legend of the girls born on the year of the horse. Some sort of curse condemns their existence and the only solution as cruel as it may sound is to kill the kid to inhibit them from bringing misfortune to the village. It was a common practise of clan superiority traditions but it’s extremely nefarious so it has died down to a certain extent."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

chapter notes:

Ramyeon*: Korean noodles my fave are kimchi and spicy from shin ramyeon.

Baguette*: French stick type of bread.

Camembert*: Smelly French cheese (some say it smells like feet…)

Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* Lindt*: Swiss chocolate brands which happen to be my fave.

Petit beurre*: butter biscuit sometimes covered with milk chocolate or dark one. Its equivalent in the anglo saxon sphere would be graham crackers.

Quatre quarts*: Made up name place but it means pound cake in French.

bruva*: british lingo for brother (another example is how they add chew in tuesday- phonetically speaking).

rad*: crazy, mad about.

Lapis Lazuli*: a hotel name in this fic but is also a crystal often blue as well as song by the Beach House.

Jambon beurre*: literally ham butter sandwich. A very popular combo, if you ever can get a sammy at a French boulangerie, this is a classic.

financier*: a small cake (typically a finger food), can be rectangular or oval which dates back to 1865.

Je suis à Paris, les nanas*: translation Girls, I'm in Paris. Les nanas means girls but sometimes it can also mean boobs. Here is the former but the more you know…

Bukkake*: A collective jizz shower if you get what I mean…

For the pet names list: love, honey, daddy and sir for Leo.

Concerning Palais de la démesure, it is a fic I'm currently writing. Might be out towards like February of this year if work doesn't manage to knock me out first (fingers crossed)!

Cw: sex in a bathroom at the airport(do not reproduce, I Guess), benimaru is a menace, reader getting ate out, attempt to an actual handjob and blowjob but oh well she can't do much because of him, benimaru also is addicted to her so much so he's back at it again in the airplane( a menace he is), consuming porn, group chat talks are the best.

wc: 7096

c/s: this one is quite long, heh!

Blank/Ageless blogs/MDNI, I will block you!

I’ve dreamt of this moment ever since I laid my eyes on her back in uni. I have to pace myself otherwise I’ll just jizz my pants and I don’t want that for my first sexual intercourse with Y/n. Dawg, I sound like a fucking teenager who’s tryna get their very first nut! Why am I so goddam nervous in the first place. Like this is light work but I wanna impress her too…

"So," she commences "what are you going to do about your erection?"

He tells her "Brace yourself on that sink with both hands, if you will?"

"I can do that."

"That’s secure enough for you? You’re not going to do anything which requires the use of my might?"

"Maybe, who knows?"

He gets down on his knees and his hands start fumbling your backside.

I have my hands on uni's most appraised butt. What a fucking legend I am to be the one fondling it. We were little shits back then but what could a motherfucker do besides blame hormones? We were packing and matter of fact I ain’t lose none of the moves from back then. I’ll show her how a real man eats out a woman.

Memories

"Hey, you don’t know what I’d do to get my hands on Y/n’s backside."

"Same! Before I die, if god is real and can grant me one wish, I wanna rest my head on it. You can tell the joint's hella comfortable."

"What if she farts?"

"Are you dumb or you’re acting like it on purpose?"

"He is, poor thing really thought women don’t get gassy."

"You sure you passed them exams to get to uni or maybe you bribed someone?"

"What are you even saying?"

"I said what I said and it stays between us."

"You can’t be the first one who’s done it anyway."

"He’s so spot on."

"Anywho… wanna bet?"

"Bet about what?"

"I’ll touch that butt of hers before any of y’all get the chance to. I’m the best, so place it now."

"Two hundred."

"Fifty ‘cause I’m behind rent this month."

"One thousand if you do it today."

"Sold! Just watch me in action."

"Y/n!"

"Beni! How have you been?"

"Not looking as fine as you do."

"Stop playing."

"I’m just saying the truth."

"Yeah, keep at it."

"I was wondering if we could maybe go to the movies."

"Tonight, I can’t I have a due paper and need to verify some finishing touches before I hand it in but tomorrow, I’m free."

"Tomorrow at ten, then."

He mouths to them when he goes away by Y/n's side 'just watch me, you bunch o’ goons.'

"He acting like he the king or sum?"

"So fucking conceited!"

"He must be high from what he bouta get tomorrow."

Tomorrow evening

"As always, you look superb."

"You don’t look so bad yourself."

"That’s a compliment from Y/n, I’ll cherish it my whole life."

"Really?"

"Pick whatever you’d like, my treat."

"Salted caramel popcorn, butter and sprite. I wouldn’t mind having some sour patch kids…"

"Great choice."

"What about you?"

"I don’t really feel like eating so, candy will be aight."

"You like it?"

"So far, it ain’t bad."

"We’re getting to the scarier bits."

"Okay."

"You can hold me, if you want to."

"I’ll be good."

That’s what she said but her hands were gripping his bicep and her hiding her face on it says otherwise. She really was tryna act strong in front of a horror movie. You should know better!

"It’s gotten better, I promise."

She looks at the screen and the murderers are actually decapitating the victim while performing some sort of ritual which apparently could revive the dead. In answer to him lying to her she smacks his arm.

"Beni! How could you do this to me?"

He chortles so hard which earn him some disapproving looks from other folks who were also in the room.

"I thought it would be nice to prank you. Please, don't hate me. You're so pretty when you get mad."

"You're crazy Beni, on god you are."

At first you think it’s a bit odd or he’s perhaps just getting in the mood so you let him do how he feels it. He hikes up your dress, plays with your undies a little before getting a sharp inhale from the source.

He slides her panties down to her ankles and slowly but surely smooches her pearl. She smells really good down there. He’s glad he gets to taste her essence from the source right away even though licking her clean from her underwear would thrill him too.

His hands grab her cheeks to spread them in a way he can engulf fully her clitoris into his moist hot cavern.

He lets her know that eating her out is one of the many things he enjoys doing when he vibrates around her button. She lets out an almost inaudible squeal which has him struck at first to hear such a sound but women are one of a kind so he’ll try to get to know more sounds like this he’s not so used to hear. Interesting, he considered.

She grips the sink, harder. She also makes a mental note not to make too much noise because they are in a public setting. Yes, with Leo she was inside a car outside but this time things are slightly different she’s in the airport, getting it on with someone who’s had eyes on her for a long time. She doesn’t know what to expect of him in terms of what he can do to her given the current situation she finds herself in. She should be fine, she likes to think this way.

"Just like that, please don’t stop."

He asks her "you like that or you could use some more of my face?"

She spits back "you want me to ride it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Do we have time?"

"We still have roughly eleven minutes left, so go ahead."

She grabs the back of his head, settles exactly how she feels like she should be using his face like a seat then makes a back and forth motion while trying to keep her composure because his tongue is not really giving her a break like she thought she’d get as if she were in control.

A few moments after she finds herself on her knees, riding his face while she tries to pump his erection with her bare hands, Benimaru somehow forgot how nice acrylics feel on his dick. It’s been a long time since he’s had a wild night similar to the one when he had been summoned at the Palais de la Démesure. He sometimes wishes he were summoned more often but oh, you cannot have everything you want in life now, can you?

Anytime she tries to wrap her lips around his head, he makes her jerk slightly forward with his tongue skills. When she finally does engulf him into her mouth, he lets out a sharp inhale. As she bobs his length up and down he grips her hips harder and sucks on her clit to the best of his ability one could think it has somehow become a competition to see which one of them is going to make the other come the fastest.

When her much awaited release washes over her, her first reaction is to put her hand over her mouth and she remains there, shaking for nearly three minutes atop Benimaru’s face.

"How are you?"

"Better than ever, great I must say!"

"How much?"

"We ended before the actual time so we have five minutes to freshen up, look somewhat presentable not like we were fucking and off, we are."

"I never had someone make me come like that just using my clitoris, only.

I wanna know where did you learn that."

"I can ’t tell you where or who I learned it from all. I can say is that I am thrilled to hear you enjoyed that. I would gladly give you another clitoridian orgasm whenever you feel like having one. I am at your service anytime."

"That’s so refined of you. Is that how you get women?"

"No, not my preferred method to say the least."

"Then, how do you proceed, I’m curious now?"

"Well…" he says meanwhile he buttons up his pants. "May you please remind me how I got you."

"Uhm… I don’t quite remember how that went. I could use a little help if you know what mean."

"Y/n you’re being incredibly hurtful in my opinion. How could you do this to me?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I invited you to have breakfast with me, we talked for a bit. I made you laugh and got you on a trip abroad with me. So far, aren’t you enjoying it?"

"You’re right about that. We’ll see that when we’re finally in Paris."

She takes off her panties and discards them.

"You’re not going to wear panties during our flight?"

"They’re soaked. I’m not doing that to her plus, a little wind won’t hurt."

"You’re right maybe, I should do the same."

"No, you should hurry up. I’ll go out first and send you a message when you can come out."

"We cannot be seen exiting this room together."

"Okay. I’ll wait for the message."

On board

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten up your seatbelts."

"What are we going to do once we land there, Benimaru?"

"For the very first few nights, we’ll stay at a hotel if all goes according to plan that is, then later we’ll go to a house that I rented. That way, we’re not permanently in Paris throughout the whole trip because it may be the city of love but it’s not able to fit all of us who wish to be there."

"You meant you wanted to move there someday?"

"I would love to but the housing situation is enough to provide me with a decent headache, I don’t need that on a daily basis."

"Oh, I get it but maybe you should try moving to the suburbs. I’m sure you’d find your happiness there."

She’s probably not wrong. I’m sure one can find a nice place within an hour difference from Paris.

Meal

"The baguette is rather stale, if you ask me. The salad’s okay, the camembert too, a glass of wine, the onion soup with and we got macarons for dessert. I think I’ll ask for a bowl of ramyeon* later in the day, I know I’ll be hungry.

"What did you get?"

"I opted for cantonese rice, a side of pickled okra, a pudding and I also have boxes of chocolate."

"How did you get chocolate?"

"Complimenting the flight attendant goes a long way…"

"You’re telling me I should do the same?"

"No, I have two boxes, one for me and the other for you."

"Can I see the goods?"

"Here you go."

"Normally, we have Cailler*, Läderach ag*, Toblerone* and Lindt*."

"Oh, how I love Swiss chocolate!"

"I know you do."

"Should we share?"

"Only if you want to."

"Swiss liquor ones or petit beurre*?"

"Why not both?"

"You’re right," she lets out "we should treat ourselves."

You both bite them. Now for the Swiss liquor, you popped one into your mouth.

"Y/n you have something on your upper lip."

You look at it, you can’t see what he’s just mentioned. He said "I’ll get it for you."

He approached your face, touched your upper lip with the pad of his finger and then kissed you. It caught you by surprise, you gave in didn’t even fight back.

"What was that for?"

"I was always told that chocolate liquor tastes better if it’s comes from someone else’s mouth so I wanted to put it to test."

"You’re trying to impress me or did I miss something?"

"We can try it again if you want to, you can kiss me this time."

"Beni～ is it because you didn’t get to do it earlier?"

"It probably is."

"We should watch a movie together."

"Then, I’ll leave the choice to you."

"That’s okay with you?"

"Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?"

"You think my seat has enough space for us?"

"I’m sure it’s the case. We should get comfy."

"Are you sure the flight attendant is not going to catch us?"

"We aren’t doing nothing illegal Y/n, just watching a movie."

"I’ll sit first, you sit on me and get the covers."

"What did you pick?"

"You’re going to see."

"Paprika or Tokyo godfathers?"

He doesn't answer. He does love how you keep asking him what you're going to watch. It's amusing for him.

Midway through the movie, your head peacefully rested on Beni’s chest while he stroke your thigh aimlessly just reeling at how much he wanted this brief moment to last.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it’s a bit hard to follow but I think I’m getting the hang of it."

"I’m happy to hear that."

"I told you to pay attention to it and you’re getting sleepy on me. No can do."

His dominant hand snaked right into your panties while the other delicately fondles one of your boobs. You were about to protest but the way he does everything in sync makes it die on your tongue.

You feel encouraged to rub your bud against his fingers while he smooches behind your ear.

"Beni～," you managed to utter between each moan he dragged out of you.

"Yes!"

"You’re going to continue even if I stop, right?"

"By all means, my love. You’re paying attention to the movie?"

"How can I- -"

"Tsk, I told you to keep your eyes on it."

"You’re being so mean!"

"I’m not, I’m giving you some relief before tonight’s much needed rest."

"What happened to the Beni I met at my place before coming to the airport?"

"Never heard of him. We can talk about him if you want to…"

"Such a joker."

Shower

"I can shower here."

"Yes, you can. I’ll ask the flight attendant to show you where it is."

"Oh that’s wonderful. Are you going to do it too, Benimaru?"

"No I’m good, I’ll shower when we get to the hotel."

"I was wondering I think we should go to the Louvre museum."

"Oh you’d like to go there. No problem."

"You rock!"

"On the first day or can it wait?"

"Maybe on the second or the third even…"

"You’d like to go by yourself or be in company of someone?"

"You have somewhere to be?"

"No, I’m just asking."

"I would like it to be with you."

"We’ll do that."

In the shower while everything has been going perfectly well, you’re suddenly hit with a wave of sadness when you’re washing up. The goods you’re using on this flight smell exactly like ones Leo wore the first time you two ever met. It feels wrong to remember him fondly when a few hours earlier you were sitting on Benimaru’s face and he made you come like that. Is it greedy of mine to want both of them doing unspeakable things to me? I’m sure it isn’t, you laugh it off. For the time being you should enjoy your deserved time in Paris by Beni’s side. Everything else shall fall into place.

When I go back to my seat, I observe Beni reading a book and proceed to ask him: "What are you reading?"

"Oh, you’re done how was it?"

"Wonderful, nothing like a hot shower to make me feel better."

"Wow! I didn’t know you liked folkore stories like that. I’ll add that to my reading list for this month."

"It will be a wonderful read, I assure you."

"I don’t doubt it."

Bedtime

"No, I’ll make your bed for you. After all, that’s the service you paid for."

"You did, Benimaru?"

"Yes, love."

"Sorry then."

"I was wondering if can I get some infusion before bed?"

"Indeed, is there anything like flavour you’d like to have?"

"Chamomille would be wonderful, that is if you have that."

"Definitely! I’ll check but I’m ninety eight per cent sure we have it."

"Here is you infusion, would you like some sugar with it or honey?"

"Honey would be lovely."

"Here you have it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Everything was perfect. Thank you."

"You’re welcome, please, do not hesitate."

"I suggest you rest as much as you can, we have an eventful day tomorrow."

He kisses her forehead and tells her "Goodnight love."

Breakfast

At last we get to have a proper Parisian meal which is made up of the mandatory classics like a croissant, pain au chocolat, tartine with jam and butter. A double shot espresso coffee with a dash of milk. And for the fiber, a fruit salad.

"We’ll arrive at Paris in a bit less than two hours."

"I can’t wait for it. I am so excited."

"We’re currently at the airport. We’ll most certainly eat before we get to the hotel. I ordered a few of my men to get me a car but given it’s weekday time and peak hours for traffic jams, they’ll be here in about an hour."

"Got it."

"What should we do then?"

"We can get some snacks for the time being the hotel check in is only at eleven roughly."

"Let's go to a drugstore then I have to stock up on sunblock and I should also get me some nuxe products."

"Lead the way, I’ll follow you."

"What do you think of this?"

"It smells really good, you should buy it."

"If you insist…"

Get some sheet masks because this flight dried up my skin terribly.

Perfume should I pick vanilla or strawberry? I don’t feel like choosing so get both. I know he’ll like it, anyway.

"To Lapis Lazuli* we go."

"It’s not in Paris, it’s nearby and what do you take me for a pigeon maybe?"

"Hotels in the very centre of the capital are a pain in the ass, I don’t like that type of hassle. I picked somewhere not so well know so that way in two days or so we can leave for the house I rented."

"Mother why are you trying to monitor your son who’s on a trip with the girl he loves?"

"That’s my job."

"Don’t you have more important matters to attend at the moment?"

"Like what for example?"

"I don’t know, maybe not worrying about me?"

"Okay, darling bring me some souvenirs and take care of that girl you cherish so much."

"I will, bye mother."

Someone gently wakes you from your slumber. You really don't feel like opening your eyes and he didn't want to wake you up since you were serenely sleeping. He has to.

"Y/n, Y/n, can you hear me, love? I’m so sorry to wake you up, we’ve arrived at the hotel. I know you must be knackered but try to be awake at least for the check in. As soon as we’re done with it, I’ll carry you to our room."

"Okay."

Honestly, you don’t know what came over you back in the car. One could guess the sound of the engine was enough to lull you into Morpheus soothing arms. It felt nice to rest on Beni’s shoulder, he’s such a gentleman he even covered you with his jacket.

After a little much needed nap which lasted over three hours and a half, you decided it was time to let the girls know if you made it to Paris. You let out as soon as they pick the phone up in your best French accent:

"Je suis à Paris, les nanas*!"

"I’m jealous," Marjorie said.

"I wish I were a squirrel," Theresa added.

"Lordt, what have I done to deserve this?" Bianca drammatically uttered, she continued with "Girl, where the Eiffel Tower at?"

"Yeah, let us see that," Theresa announced.

"Word!" Marjorie claimed.

"I will when I get there, I promise." you told them.

"How’s our new knight, babes?" Theresa asked.

"He’s good?!"

"Or is he," she widens her eyes, "better than Leo?" Bianca inquired.

"Uhm… hard to compare them like that." You answered.

"Oh, our girl needs time." Marjorie declared.

"Yup, evaluation period is necessary." Theresa disclosed.

"Girl is that a hickey on your pulse point?" Bianca asserted.

"Shiiit… he don’t waste time!" Marjorie added.

"Like you said, he don’t." Theresa suggested.

"He hella fast!" Bianca replied."

"A lot has occurred!" you shyly added.

Marjorie had a 'ah' moment where she smacked her fist on top of her other hand. She communicated the following thought "You fucked in the plane?"

"You living’ la vida loca, if you did. No judgement, babes. I'm not God's servant and don't plan on becoming one." Theresa highlighted.

"Oh, heck yes! Girl, you better get it." Bianca championed.

"No, he had me ride his face in the airport." You finally let them know.

"Hello 911, I would like to report depravity in a public restroom. Please, make sure to be here in fifteen minutes…"Marjorie joked about it.

The other girls are cackling on the phone way too hard and honestly you also ended up getting teary eyed with all this laughter. Good times!

"You livin’ the dream. I hope you really sat on it." Bianca implied.

"Tell us more, you ouchtea living that erotica book lifestyle!" Theresa stated.

"I swear I’m not. I feel a little lost." You uttered.

"About what?" Theresa suggested.

"Spill the beans, babe." Bianca voiced.

"We’re listening." Marjorie delivered.

"Leonard seems like a past thing now. I know I asked for a break but I can’t help and sometimes see him in Beni." You said.

"I think I know what you mean."Bianca estimated.

"You’re not wrong for thinking that." Marjorie conveyed.

"It’s not something to worry 'bout. I'm sure the future has something better in store for you." Theresa responded.

Benimaru knocks on the door. He asks:

"Y/n, we’re leaving for an afternoon tea in half an hour."

"Girls, hold on. I’ll be back in a few."

"Okay. I’ll be ready by then."

"May I come in?"

"Yes."

"I just need a few documents for a business partner who happened to come. I won’t bother you for long."

She goes back to her phone and Bianca really shouts on the phone,

"Is that him?"

"Girl, being discreet never been your forte."

"I second that."

"Yes, it is."

"Make him say hi, I’m tryna see something."

"Beni?"

"Yes, my love."

"Would you mind saying hi to the girls on the phone?"

"It would be a pleasure, honey."

"Just so you know, Bianca is the girl with curly hair, Theresa has a mullet Marjorie is the redhead."

"Okay. May you let me see them?"

"Undoubtedly."

She puts the phone in front of him and he pulls her closer to him "Hi, I am Beni, the man who’s currently taking care of your friend abroad."

"Pleasure to meet you Bianca, Marjorie and Theresa!"

"Waouh! He looks so good like that." Marjorie acquiesced.

"Is that gel on your hair or something else?" Bianca questioned.

"No, it’s wax. Thank you for noticing." And he winks at her. What is he doing?

"You’re treating our girl right, right?" Theresa inquired.

He looks at her "Am I treating you right," he grabs her chin and caresses her lips with his thumb, "sweetie?"

On the other side of the line, the girls are going off with their much awaited exclamations such as "Lord!! This is way to hot. Am I currently in the city called hell?" Marjorie said.

"Damn it gurl, he really had to pull that move on us? Called us single in many ways. I feel ashamed now." Theresa uttered.

"Jeez… I got a man but to be pampered that way is a dream." Bianca replied.

For a few minutes it was as if the girls never made part of the convo so they waited for an answer you never gave. It was him who told them.

"I’m sure I'm taking care of her fairly well. As you can see she forgot to respond you and if it’s not the case, she’ll let you know. That way you can get me back on track, isn’t that right, girls?"

Theresa: Absolutely!

Bianca: No problem!

Marjorie: Got it!

"See, your girls have your back Y/n. Now, if you excuse me.

It was lovely to get to meet you guys. I hope we can meet in person, sometime. I have some matters to attend. I wish a wonderful afternoon to all of you."

And with that he leaves, giving you a forehead kiss in the process.

"That’s how he treats you," Bianca added "you a lucky bitch, I have to admit."

"Girl… I want that lovey dovey too," Marjorie communicated.

"Let me put spirit on speed dial for you gurls, do not waver. I got you."Theresa said.

"Theresa thank you for saving us,"both Marjorie and Bianca answered.

"What’s planned for now?" Theresa questioned.

"Oh, we’ll go to a tea place later."

"Ooh, nice." Bianca blurted.

"Don’t forget the pics." Marjorie reminded her.

"Have fun!" Bianca enthusiastically yelled.

"And tomorrow, we’ll go to the Louvre museum."

"Sis! Switch places, asap!" Marjorie cried out.

"What are you saying, Marjorie?"

"Don’t listen to them, Y/n just live it up."

"I’m heading to my pilates class so, bye babes. Take care."

"You’re instructing now?"

"Yes."

"Congratulations Bianca! I knew you would make it."

"Imma doze off after being on night shifts for the month you know, tryna make ends meet…"

"I get it, you should get your well deserved rest."

"The online sales are doing a bit too well so much that I can barely keep up with orders. I’m grateful for my efforts are finally paying off."

"You’re so right, I’m happy for you. Love you."

"Me too."

"See ya!"

"Bye."

Now, I’m left with choosing the outfit. I think it’s safe to check the weather to avoid any unwanted surprises and maybe a hoodie. It looks windy out here and don’t want to risk getting sick, I’m not taking any chances.

"What do you think about this dress?"

"Whatever you put on will look divine on you."

"Really?"

"Surely!"

"You’re not really helping, you know that?"

"Sorry. I’m a simple man for a lot of stuff."

"No need to apologise."

I’ll put on boots with the fit just because it looks better. A lil’ make up nothing too extravagant and fix it with the setting spray.

"Can you twirl for me?"

"Why?"

"I just want to admire your beauty. Is that too much to ask?"

"No." You proceeded to executed what he told you to do. You twirled on your feet. When you're back to your initial position, facing him, he proclaims the following about you: "You look divine! Sometimes, I do wonder why is that I didn’t get you for me only, sooner…"

"Why is that?" You beamed with curiosity.

"Because we look great together."

You have to acknowledge him. He doesn't lie. A quick glance on the mirror facing his back and you two do look magnificent as a pair.

"We do."

"And I love to watch your body quiver with pleasure."

"You want me to tell you everything I adore about you, too?"

"If you feel like it go ahead."

"You're being cocky, stop it."

"I love being cocky. There's nothing wrong with that plus I get to watch you being under my spell. What more could I ask?"

"I think we should get going."

At the tea place un Quatre quarts*, you followed Beni and the waitress to a room he reserved for the both of you.

"This way, we’ll be on our own and have a little privacy."

"This place is so cozy. I love it."

"I am delighted to hear you do. The owner is a friend of mine whom wanted to become a firefighter because it was a job her parents admired so much but her passion was baking and watch people eat her creations. So naturally, she seized the chance to become what she was truly made for."

It’s the first time you’ve seen Beni talk about someone else with such eulogistic manner and that allows you to watch one his his many facets appear right before you. Yes, Beni’s hot and all that (without a doubt) but it’s extremely refreshing to see him being so affectionate towards someone else other than you. It almost makes you want to sit on his lap and kiss his forehead. Something that Leo never triggered like emotion: being proud of the one you’re currently with. Wow, it did render you speechless.

"We should take a look at the menu, I’m sure what they have is also really good."

"Sure. If it’s as good as you, I’ll bite."

"Earth to Beni? Beni, do you hear me?"

You waved your hand in front of his face, "Beni are you even listening to me?"

You try again "Oi!"

"Yes."

"What got you smiling like that?"

"You."

"Oh, really?

"Why would I be lying to a pretty girl like you?"

"Okay, I get it. Do you plan on embarrassing me the whole time?"

"Beautiful beings should be appreciated with all my praise. I’m making sure I don’t miss mentioning it very often."

"My handsome man."

"I’ll get a strawberry sponge cake and a dandelion tea, I think trying a financier* is good too."

"That sounds delicious. I’ll get a jambon beurre* because it’s been so long since I’ve had one. With a double shot of espresso."

"How do we get to call the waiter?"

"Press on the button present on the middle of the table, one of them will come right up."

Your both enjoying your meal you got a bite of Beni’s sammy and decided you wanted one too. You also fed him a bit of your food and he smiled with all his teeth showing. So cute, you thought.

Someone is coming to your table. By the way they’re dressed, you can grasp that they work in the kitchen of the establishment with a high hair up do, a neat rouge on her lips and a winged eyeliner trait neatly done to die for.

What’s the most striking about her face is the fact that she has heterochromia which makes her even more charming. Her left eye is blue while the right one is green. Like how can one be that beautiful? Girl I feel like rubbing my eyes to check of I’m not seeing things…

"Annelyse!"

"Benimaru!"

"How have you been?"

"Is that how you greet a childhood friend, huh? You come to Paris but don’t even think about contacting me beforehand?"

"Aw, come on don’t be so harsh on me?"

"Harsh, bruva* you don’t got any manners and you’re talking about me being abrasive on you? Revalute your choice of words for all that is deemed sacred!"

"Okay, I’ll do that."

"And much rude of you not to introduce me to the beauty sitting in front of you?"

You’re saying that about me… well, well, well, look at you? I’m starting to second guess myself about men?

"I was about to get to it."

"Then…"

"Her name’s Y/n L/n."

"The infamous university girl you were rad* about? Took you long enough to finally date her, were you scared or someone scared you? She asks him never taking her eyes off of you.

"My pleasure to meet Benimaru’s" she mouths "obsession."

"Same."

"You may ask me anything you feel like knowing about him. Please, do not hesitate."

"Annelyse! I thought you were on my side."

"I never said the contrary so… Stop imagining shit!"

"Her beauty is…"

"I know what you mean. The term you’re looking for probably is enthralling or should I say bewitching."

"More the last one than the former."

"She stole some of my high school girlfriends to let you know about the tea."

"She did that? How could…she do that to you?"

"Didn’t she have her eyes on you while she was talking to me?"

"Yes."

"What did you feel when she was looking at you the way she does?"

"Oh, that’s you you mean…"

"Exactly, that’s how she gets them."

"How many?"

"I can’t actually tell you. You’d think I’m a serial dater if I tell you."

"No, I mean it’s fine by me."

"Did you ask Leo that?"

"No, he told me without me asking matter of fact why do suddenly mention Leo You got beef with him."

No, I had a plate of seafood boil with him. If I tell her this, she'll probably sulk the whole time we're here. I better not act childish right now.

"Why are you siding with someone you’re on a break with?"

"That’s not what I meant."

"I can’t and won’t have beef with him. It would be stupid of mine."

"May I know more?"

"Indubitably! Look up Palais de la Démesure and tell me what you think about it after you’re done reading what you’ve found online. Just a warning, you might not like what you see. One thing is certain, you won’t ever ask me about me being jealous of another man, ever again. It won’t cross your mind."

"We’ll meet Annelyse later this week because there is something she wants to show you. Are you okay with it?"

"I mean why wouldn’t I be okay with what she has to show me…"

"Did you have the time to look it up?"

"Yes, a little."

"What have you learned about it, then?"

"It is a common event and matter in your life alongside Leo’s one."

"Did you look for the translation of the terms?"

"No, I didn’t."

"Wouldn’t you like to know? Curiosity hasn’t stricken you yet?"

"Go ahead and just deliver…"

"Wild Palace or the Palace of Excesses. A place where all of your wicked fantasies shall become true as there is no place for the term undoable to echo in those rooms."

"Honestly, sounds like a good time for me! How do I enter there?"

"You can’t. You have to be summoned by the person who’s the current owner of the place."

"Do you know him?"

"No, no one does. Apparently, he’s a regular man like many of us but each year brings about a new owner. Something about the constant change makes the place more modern, one could say."

"You liked the time you spent there?"

"Yes, it was phenomenal."

"I would love to hear it, sometime."

Back at the hotel

I reminisce vividly of it.

How can one forget a whole week spent with other four men and a woman whom was willing to be used as our personal fuck toy? Of course, there was no way for us to know who she was, what’s her government name or even if she was an inhabitant of the city. We were just told to please ourselves to our hearts content as long as we respect each other in an environment where pleasure and bliss are keywords.

That year, a woman of high ranking was the owner of said palace which made circumstances highly advantageous for women. I must salute her for her proactive measures. Women were the centre of attention and I personally loved that for them. She had also added another rule which was If the woman you’re currently with tends to have more sex with you than all the other guys it could potentially mean that she might want to spend a week with you only and you’ll be assigned to a private suite for such doings, of everything follows through, naturally.

Later on

While browsing on the web about what Benimaru had told me about. I fell upon one porn link. I didn’t really specify what it was or who starred in it but I could get a vague feel that it was amateur type shit, you know, the good stuff which is not staged.

On the screen I see such a voluptuous black woman getting it on with five masked men. The thing is I don’t even know why but somehow wish it were me getting thrown around like that. Yes, she’s livin’ her best life, that is certain but the way she’s on them?? Wow, teach me your ways, girl! She’s got three dicks in her, she’s jerking one with her and has another man who sandwiched his dick between her tits. Long story short, I’m not even halfway through the video that Benimaru barges in the room talking ‘bout "Have you seen my glasses?"

I throw my phone ‘cause I’m not got hide it right and act like I actually am looking for it with it.

"I don’t know," she stammers "hum, where did you leave them?"

"On the night table, normally."

"Okay, I’ll go check if it’s there."

"Is it a grey box?"

"Yes."

"Here you have it, check if it’s inside, you never know."

He does it. "Thank you love and he kisses your lips." That unexpected move really caught you off guard. And he leaves just like that.

And I go look for my phone right where I threw it. Next plan, I can see her now bouncing on three peens while the other two men jerk their manhood as she keeps her mouth open with her tongue out. So raunchy, yet it’s making your panties wet.

The end of the video is topped with a bukkake* scene but what’s new honestly, when it comes to an orgie. I’m left drier than motherfucking saltfish before it is plunged in water for its saltiness to go away.

I know I wanted more than anything a sugardaddy yet after watching this, I’m starting to revaluate my choices. I’m young after all so I should get all the fun I want. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Benimaru is fine but I don’t mind getting another man to take care of me like Leo used to.

I still have his number on my phone, it wouldn’t hurt to call him. I’m just checking how he is doing without me…

On the other side of the globe

"And that is the main reason why we should review the budget for our next big hit. Mister Burns, are you here with us?"

He doesn't really seem like he's in his element…

"Yes, as always excellent presentation Hay Linn, I will excuse myself for now.

If anyone has questions regarding the matter, please, do not waver contacting me or Hay Linn here present. We’ll gladly get back to you as soon as possible.

And with that you’re all dismissed."

Two employees chit chat about their general feels concerning their very first year working for Leonard's company:

"Did you see? Ceo Leo is so nice, I’m so happy we have a boss like him!

"Heck yes, you’re so right about that."

Look, he’s looking rather gloomy these past few days. Does anyone know what happened?

"Sugarbaby gate."

"Oh, that."

"Without a doubt. It has to be it."

"Wait, isn’t that field always like full or maybe shortage has ravaged it?"

"I don’t think it’s that simple…more like he might have to let go of someone he really liked."

"I don’t feel like talking about it anymore. Gon’ make me sad and shit."

"Same here."

Leonard Burns sits down at his desk and runs his hand through his luscious white hair. This day hasn’t been his best but he must remain focused, otherwise rumours will spread like wildfire about him and his rather blue face.

As he tries to cheer himself up to the best of his ability, his phone starts buzzing on his desk. Who could it be at this time of day? He doesn’t have any planned phone calls he quickly checked his schedule before eventually answering that phone call.

"Good afternoon."

"Hello! Am I on the phone with," she pauses before uttering the following terms, "Sir Leonard Burns?"

"Yes, the one and only. How may I help you?"

"Oh, now you’d like to help me. How gentlemanlike of you. Have you forgotten me, perhaps?"

"I’m not sure what you mean, miss. Are you sure we have met before?"

"I am or maybe I should’ve said Daddy Leo?"

"It’s you Y/n, how are you doing? Are Paris and Benimaru being kind to you?"

"I’m a little hurt because you didn’t remember me right away. I am doing well, thank you for asking. Yes, they’re treating the best they can. How are you, my Leo?"

But I somehow know you'd treat me the best as always…

"I’m doing okay, I guess…"

"I know we are on a break but I miss you. I diligently hope we can meet as soon as I land back there. There’s a lot of things I have to let you know.

And you can’t do that on the phone, am I right?"

"As always, you’re so alert."

"You planned to torture me on the phone with that mellifluous voice of yours all day long or you’re going to let me go?"

"I’m not keeping you captive, baby unless you’d like me to!"

"You’re playing with fire Y/n, I advise you not to do it."

"But what’s wrong if I like doing it with you, daddy? Are you going to spank me when I’m back? I’ve grown to like the sting I get each time one your firm hand lays a hit on my delicate skin."

The worst bit of this call is that Leonard is fighting so hard not to get a hard on because that's the last thing he would like to deal with while he's at work, in his office. Yes, people will knock on the door before entering but if he gets one, he'll have to tend to it on the spot.

"I will if you want me to."

"That’s what I like to hear. See you when I’m back then, rawr…"

"I’ll see you then, Y/n."

Chapter 6 of After all, it's not a bad idea to get a sugar daddy

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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You called and here I am. Maybe some Chad smut(if you’re comfortable)? Him crushing on the reader and finally making a move? They were also in woodsboro together

Request: Please do more riley!reader x chad!!!!! Can you add height difference too? I'm a sucker for those

Warnings: smut (very light), mention of scream 5

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‘’So...goodnight.’’

You smiled back at him, shifting on your feet. ‘’Goodnight, Chad.’’

Your keys were in your hand, their metal cool against your fingers, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and unlock your door.

After the movie night at Sam and Tara’s, Chad had kindly walked you to your apartment. His dorm was blocks away in the opposite direction, but the streets of New York weren't the safest place for women after 10pm and he would never miss an opportunity to play the protective bodyguard.

It also gave him an excuse to be alone with you.

You stayed standing in the corridor in front of your apartment, looking at each other as Chad towered over you, neither moving, neither speaking. You could stare at him for hours and never get bored, but your neighbor always takes his dog ‘Leonard’ out around this time and he would give you and Chad a massive side-eye if he saw you.

‘’Goodnight,’’ the brunet repeated, clinging to the last moments of tonight, not yet ready to part ways.

You broke your silence with a soft chuckle. ‘’You’ve already said that.’’

The corner of Chad’s mouth curled. ‘’I know, but I sort of don’t want to leave,’’ he admitted, fidgeting with the sleeve of his old letterman jacket. He didn't want to walk away. Not this time.

It was no secret that there was something between you and Chad. He’s had a small crush on you since the day he saw you laughing at a gore-y scene in his living room with Tara and Mindy, but never acted on it because he was terrified of your father. Dewey wasn’t a scary cop, but the sheriff badge on his chest and the gun attached to his belt had fourteen years old Chad peeing his pants — figuratively.

Life went on and your parents got tangled into a painful separation and divorce that ended with your mother moving to New York. You followed her to the big apple and built a new life while Chad started building muscles and dating girls.

Then, a new wave of ghostface attacks came and your paths crossed again, but you both needed space to grieve and heal before exploring the roads not taken.

You admired the way that the ceiling spots illuminated the features of Chad's gorgeous face, the lips you were dying to taste. It almost happened last week, but someone walked in and ruined the moment.

‘’Me either.’’

You let out a soft breath of air as Chad leaned in, his hand reaching up to rest gently on your jaw and connecting your lips in a slow kiss. You felt your skin erupt in goosebumps, your hands instantly reaching up behind Chad’s neck and shoulder to pull him down as the butterflies in your belly swooped.

His other hand found your lower back and you didn’t hesitate to jump and wrap your legs around him, turning this goodnight kiss into something a little more risqué. They kiss gently at first, finding a pace that felt so natural, but a burning desire grew and started flowing through you, needing to turn the kiss into something deeper.

Your mind turned blank as Chad’s tongue slipped into your mouth, finally satisfying a craving he’s had for a long time. It was a good thing your keychain was tied around your wrist, or else you would have dropped them, too entranced by everything Chad. His taste, his touch, the faint scent of his cologne, you never wanted the moment to end.

Unfortunately, you had to take a break for air.

You pressed your forehead against his, idly toying with the collar of his Blackmore hoodie. ‘’Do you wanna come in? My mom is away on a business trip to meet with her publishing house.’’

Clothes hastily got removed as you stumbled through the apartment, leaving a trail on the way to your bedroom. Although you had the place to yourself, you had enough respect to not have sex on your mother’s expensive couch or kitchen table.

Chad had you pinned against your bedroom wall, mouth slanted on yours and tongue imploring hungrily as his hands wandered over your curves. You reached back to unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor, giving him more terrain to kiss and grab.

His strong arms picked you up again, taking you to your bed and laying you down so he could crawl over you and kiss between your breasts. Your hands found their way into his hair, eliciting a quiet groan from him.

The room grew hotter as Chad’s hand wandered; one to your breast and the other to your panties — which did not match your bra. He dipped his hand underneath the thin fabric, making you gasp as his fingers teased your folds, feeling the wetness that had gathered.

He’s been dreaming of that moment — and secretly so did you. Chad pinched your nipple as he brushed your clit with his thumb, waking a rush of pleasure through your body.

‘’Aah,’’ you sighed softly, head falling back against your mattress.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Could you perhaps write about Dark!Aemond controlling his twin from a young age and when he sees a Tyrell lord attempting to court her he snaps and takes her as his. Saying they belong together because they’re twins and no one but he can have her. Maybe the twin brings up Alys (this happens after the dance and the greens have won au) and Aemond vows to be rid of her if that’s what his twin desires since he was using Alys to watch his sister in the flames whilst he was at Harrenhal winning the war.

Your writing is so good I love it!

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Aemond x Twin!sister reader

summary: Aemond controlling his twin from a young age and when he sees a Tyrell lord attempting to court her he snaps and takes her as his.

Word count: 3,0K

Warnings: Angst, manipulation, groping, smut, spoilers for Fire and Blood.

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Ever since you were born Aemond has been there naturally as twins. Your parents never attempted to separate you two as children, however as babes your mother placed you in two different cradles which may have been one of the biggest mistakes of her life as Aemond cried and wailed for days until they returned you beside him. The maester said it could be because he was so used to you having been together for nine moons together.

As you two grew up his obsession only grew with you. He would sneak into your lessons with your septa just to merely stare at you. He would demand you two be fed from the same plate and to have High Valyrian lessons together. He would defend you against Aegon who loved pulling on your hair and throwing mud on your beautiful gowns.

By the age of nine namedays Aemond was known as the attached twin, you never seemed to have much problem having some alone time or away from Aemond but he would throw a tantrum if he did not see you beside him from the moment he woke up until the moment sleep took him under. Aemond decided to learn the art of sword fighting with your protection as his motivation. When he heard of the betrothal between Aegon and Helaena hope grew inside of his chest that one day you two will be betrothed to one another as well.

When he lost his eye you were in your bed already asleep away from the chaos but you were woken up by a maid shivering with fear. Aemond demanded you be brought to him, he refused the help of a maester or to even be simply comfort by his mother. The second the maid brought you in sleepy and rubbing your eyes confused he attached himself to you.

Like any sibling you were horrified with the sight of blood. You took one look at his face and a blood chilling scream left your lips. You hugged him tightly terrified for him. Your screams that day would echo in the heads of your entire family. Aemond was your twin and he got hurt. You stayed by his side for moons cleaning the wound and hand feeding his medicine. You were the one to demand he stops training fearing him getting hurt but he insisted just to make you proud.

But now you two were no longer children, you were survivors of the war. Aegon was king after defeating and killing your elder sister along with all of her children. That war left you scared having to watch as Sunfyre devoured your sister. Your older brother was maimed as well, half burned leaving the work on Aemond's shoulders until he was healthy again. Your mother mourned your sister Helaena who had threw herself out of the window after they had killed her son Jaehaerys, ripping his head off his body.

You wore black of mourning for moons and only recently began wearing the red of house Targaryen growing to hate the colour green, a hate your mother seemed to agree on as well. You also were your sister's favourite light blue in her honour.

It was that time of year again when spring came and flowers bloomed. The time your mother invited lords from the north to the south, from the east to the west to court in hopes of you finding a husband. Your eye was caught on the one and only Leonard Tyrell, a lord with light brown hair and blue eyes, he was not muscular but not skinny either, he was just right with a couple of inches on you enough to tower over you.

"For my lady" He held out a rose. You giggled knowing that he gave it to you for it was the symbol of his house.

"Thank you my lord" The sparkle in your eyes made the insides of Aemond churn with anger, it was supposed to be only for him. You were supposed to be only for him to love, to protect and to fuck. Your mother refused time and time again to betroth you two saying you were meant for a political marriage, you two were to marry of other houses and bring peace after the war.

"No need to thank me princess, this flower will soon wilt and die but your beauty will remain to give it some life" Leo, as he liked to be called, flirted. His hand raised to curl around a piece of your white-blonde hair. His touch on your cheek was almost as light as feather.

"Beauty fades as well, my lord" Your smart mouth could have made you loose this betrothal, this affection he felt for you and you for him.

"Nonsense yours will stay even a hundred years from now" He leaned closer. Your eyes widened in shock but you remained frozen in place awaiting what you have dreamed of since you were a little girl. His breathe tickled your lips making your heart skip a beat with anticipation.

"Lord Tyrell!" You both jumped away from each other. Your eyes almost watered at the sight of the anger on Aemond's face. He has never looked so angry in his life before, he may have never hurt you before in your life but you feared then that the time may have come.

"My prince" Leo bowed to your brother. He looked disgusted at the sight of jealousy on Aemond's face, of course he viewed like everyone else this kind of love as queer, everyone hated the incest that ran in your family.

"The King require your presence" Aemond did not know where he found the strength to not tear the highborn arrogant lord into pieces.

"Ahh I shall go see him then. Excuse me princess" Just to spite your brother Leo took your hand and placed a kiss on it. Aemond clenched his fists behind his back to not show how much this disturbed him. His face morphed into an evil look as he watched Leo walk away.

"Aemond-" Your voice caught in your throat when his glare moved to you.

"What do you think you were doing? Do you want to be seen? Do you want people to call you a whore? Kissing lords in the open? kissing lords who are not your husband?" He threw one question after the other taking a step closer to you with each question. Fear pumped in your blood stepping back and away from him unknowingly he lured you behind a huge bush away from sight of the main road of the gardens.

"We are to be betrothed-" Your tried defended yourself. Aemond chuckled darkly as if he heard the funniest joke in centuries.

"Did you really think I would let that happen? You are mine!" He moved before you could run away grabbing you by your neck. You hands clawed at his wrist trying to push him away but he was too far gone.

"Aemond, let me go" You begged. His eyes softened at the sight of tears build up in your eyes. His hold grew weaker but still held you firmly against his body.

"You are mine! Do you understand? You were always meant to be mine" His voice grew quieter with each word he spoke. Your heart broke when the realisation dawned on you, Aemond will never leave you alone and you loved it, Tyrell would have never fought for you like Aemond would.

"We were born together and we are meant to die together whether now and here or in a decade or two" Aemond whispered leaning down to speak against your ear. His lips wrapped around you earlobe sucking on it before moving to place open mouth kisses to the column of your throat hand now sliding down to the curve of your waist.

"Aemond" You breathed feeling yourself loosing control of your body with each kiss, with each caress , you have never felt anything like this before, Aemond has never touched you like that before.

"Dōna idaña" Sweet twin. He whispered licking up your chin pausing only a breath away from your lips.

"Kiss me" You begged. His free arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in closer to his body. He obeyed like the slave he was, he was your slave who controlled you, your slave who filled your head with himself.

His lips were soft and sweet tasting of honey tarts, your favourites. He hands ran up and down your back, your sides and into your hair. He felt adventures letting one of his hands slide down to grope at your bottom making you moan into his mouth. He slipped his tongue into your mouth feeling every inch he could reach.

"My baby sister, I am the only one who could love you as much as you deserve" He pulled back. You felt hazy and like you were under a spell Aemond smirked using this opportunity to bunch up your dress feeling up your thigh. He hooked his hand under your knee pulling it up to rest around his waist.

"Big brother will show you how much he loves" He leaned down to whisper in your ear. His fingers danced up your thigh in rhythm with his lips sucking his marks all over your neck and down to your bosom.

"rōva lēkia" Big brother. You whimpered feeling him so close to where you needed him. Aemond felt himself growing hard at the sound of your moans. He was only a couple of minutes your elder but has always held that over your head and would grow angry when you would call Aegon 'Older brother or big brother' those were his nicknames, his titles.

"rōva lēkia will take care of you sweet girl" He promised sucking practically hard at a spot that could not be hidden by any dress, just between your chin and neck. You moaned a little too loud but neither of you cared.

He let his finger run over your small cloth feeling it wet under his finger. He smirked pulling away a little from you much to your confusion. He kneeled down holding your leg up to rest on his shoulder instead. Your big brother did not mind kneeling down in front of you, his queen.

"Aemond-" Your words caught in your throat at the sound of ripping, he ripped the layers keeping him from your most private parts. He did not hesitate wrapping his lips around your swollen numb.

"Aemond" This time it was a moan coming out of your lips. He blew lightly on your hole making you shiver. He raised one of his hands up your leg and slowly over to your pussy.

"Please" You begged feeling him kitten lick your numb. Aemond was feeling generous despite you irking his jealousy. He ran his finger back and forth over your hole before pushing it in slowly, he did not want to hurt you.

"Ahh, so good" You moaned grinding down at his hand. Aemond's head snapped up to look at you in shock.

"Have you done this before?" He questioned. You moaned feeling him move his finger inside of you still.

"Yes!" You cried feeling your knees weaken beneath you. Aemond stood with his free arm around your waist to steady you because your leg was still over his shoulder leaving your lower part completely exposed with his finger inside of you joined by a second one picking up pace.

"With who?" He accused angrily. Now he no longer cared for your pain, he wanted revenge.

"Alone, myself" You replied grinding down on his finger. Aemond smirked leaning his forehead on yours. He pulled his hand away from your hole to undo his trousers, he could no longer waist.

"Thinking of who?" He asked. Your face turned a dark shade of red. Aemond shoved himself inside of you in one go claiming yours lips to silence your cries of pain.

"Shhh, keep it down" He hissed. Teeth grinding as he tried hard not to move. Eyes glittering with joy at the sight of his cock coming out bloodied with your maidenhead before shoving it back in and staying in place.

"Who were thinking of while pleasuring yourself, sister?" Aemond asked. You looked down refusing to look at him and instead watched where you two were connected. Aemond grew frustrated and moved to raise your other leg around his waist and lowered your leg over his shoulder to also wrap around his waist letting your dress come down to cover the sinful act you two were doing.

"Who is it?!" He demanded loudly. You cried when he pulled out only to slam back in harshly.

"You! Aemond" You admitted. Aemond lowered himself down on his knees letting you lay on your back. Hands on your bottom holding your lower half higher on the same level as his.

"Is that so, baby sister?" He teased rolling his hips gently. You nodded your head bitting your lower lip feeling too scared and ashamed to ask him to go faster.

"Only big brother makes me peak" You admitted shyly. Aemond chuckled darkly picking up the pace of his hips.

"That's right, only big brother can make you peak" He hoped someone would catch you like this so he could marry you on the spot. He felt a sweat break down his back at the feeling of your tight velvety walls squeezing him so tightly.

"So so good for big brother" He was unable but to moan. He had dreamed of this moment for so many years. Your moans grew louder the more his hips picked up the pace until he was slamming into you. You'd grow to regret this when the grass burn would hit you once the adrenaline was gone. Your hips ached from the position but you were so close you did not care.

"More" You begged throwing your head back feeling you had died and gone to heaven. Aemond growled from deep within his chest hips relentlessly slamming into yours. He needed to seed you, he needed to make you swell with a pure dragon child, he needed to show everyone who you belonged to.

"Cum for me, baby sister" he ordered. He leaned down to hold your chin in between his fingers making sure you looked him in the eyes. The eye contact was your demise making you squirt around his pulsating cock. You cried so loud you were sure your mother heard from her precious sept.

"That's it" Aemond moaned eyes not leaving yours for a second as his seed flooded inside of you. his hips still not daring to move a single inch in or out.

"Get me pregnant" You begged ankled locking behind him making him rock in and out of you although he was softening you moaned at the feeling of him being inside.

"Are you getting off on my cum?" Aemond teased rocking his hips still He bit his lip to hide how effected he was, cock crying from the friction still not over cumming so much, he has not composed himself just yet but for you he would endure the hottest fires of hell.

"Yess, I love your cum, seed me" You moaned clawing at his leather tunic. Aemond whimpered leaning his head down into your neck. His cock was starting to pain him but he kept moving, for you, his queen.

"I'm cumming" You cried tightening your hold him. He whimpered just beside your ear throwing you off the edge, Aemond made a mental not that you loved hearing him, loved hearing how much you effected him.

"Cum, my love" He bit your ear whimpers still leaving his lips. Your walls clamped down on him as you came.

"Sweet sister" He praised pulling out unable to hold on anymore. His softening cock pulsated still found the strength to spurt out some white cum on your hole from the outside, just barely.

"How was that, my love?" Aemond asked teasingly turning to look at your fucked out face. Your eyes hardened as you looked up at him much to his confusion.

"I hope your Alys does not mine me loaning her cock" You pushed him back making him land on his back beside you.

"What?" Aemond was more than shocked by your words. You knew of Alys? How? Aegon!

"Your darling Alys, wasn't that her name? The witch!" You moved away from him to collect the shreds of what used to be your small cloth and linen.

"She is nothing, not compared to you" He composed himself enough to tuck himself back inside his trousers.

"Is that so? Whose cunt did you like more? Mine, the virgin, or her the whore?" You turned to glare at him. Aemond may have loved you first and followed you like a lost puppy but you loved him more, harder.

"Yours of course, she is nothing, I only used her" He pushed himself on his feet feeling still numb from the two orgasms that your cunt pulled out of him. Oh hoe delicious they were.

"Used her?" You tilted your head to the side sarcastically accuse him without saying the words, he was a liar to you.

"Yes! She showed me you" He moved to grab your shoulders before you could move away from him with a scowl on your face.

"Showed me to you?" You asked frowning your eyebrows.

"Yes! in the flames, I saw you everyday as you bathed, ate, slept and prayed for me" He whispered smiling down at you. He looked like a fool in love.

"You watched me while your cock was deep in her hole" You accused raising your hand to slap him. He recovered quickly holding your chin in his hand.

"As payment to see you but I came only to the thought of you, I grew hard only for you and if you ask me I will kill her" He leaned his forehead on yours. You raised your own hand to wrap around his hair pulling his head back to look you straight in your glaring eyes.

"Kill her" You demanded with no hesitation or mercy. Aemond felt his cock stir in his trousers as your jealousy shinned through. His dreams were coming true, you were giving into him. You were just as twisted and corrupted as he was.

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Checking Trick ✔️ or Treat ✔️

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Pilot!reader

Characters: Pilot!reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Briefly mentioned: Carole Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Reader and Wolfman being besties, Maverick playing pranks while being a little shit, Goose being the best psychologist, Classic Mave quote for his Goose pal, the terrible trio (Slider, Goose, and Maverick) trying to get Combat and Iceman together, Wolfman being a dramatic bitch, Iceman being a sweetheart and a horny little shit, implied smut but no details

Word Count: 2,046

A/N: Reader’s call sign is Combat

Happy (almost) Halloween!

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“He’s gonna be there,” your annoying (one and only) friend, Leonard tells you.

“Thanks, Peaches.”

He groans, “how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“I don’t know. How many times have you not gotten a girl’s number because of that hat?”

“Woah. Woah. Too far, Combat. Too far.”

“Whatever.” You start working on your makeup, hoping you can get it right (unlike the past week when you’ve failed every other time).

“When are you gonna be done and ready?” He whines, his hat resting over his face. “We’re gonna be late.”

You scoff through your nose, “we’re not gonna be late. Get your shoes off my bed, Dogboy.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Don’t get dirt on my bedspread.”

“I’m raiding your kitchen.” He stomps out of your room.

“Have fun! You won’t find anything you want.”

The stairs creak under you as you walk down.

He puts away the jar or peanut butter and tosses the spoon into the sink (as if you won’t know what he did). “Finally, I was beginning to think-” he cuts himself off at the sight of your costume. “Wow! Please tell me you ain’t looking nice for one of my classmates because, I got to be honest, you look good, too good and I don’t want to be bearing up people all night long. I’ve got people to impress too,” he tugs on the collar of his buttoned-up flannel.

“I’m sure you’re getting ladies left and right. Oh, that is until they realize that hat never comes off. Talk about a real deal breaker.”

“Bite me.”

“Not on this lifetime, Dogboy.”

“You know what my call sign is. Use it.”

“How about… no.”

He groans, shutting the door behind him.

“You better lock it!” You shout as you get into his car.

“Give me your keys!”

You toss him the keys; he almost drops them but is able to make a recovery and clutches onto them before the keys could fall into the bushes. “How are you in Top Gun?”

“Okay. One, rude and second, Top Gun doesn’t require you to play catch. You know that.”

“I also know that you’re gonna want to bang everyone at the bar tonight.”

“This is why we’re such good friends.”

“We’re friends because your dumbass got burned too many times at that weird club and you looked like you needed someone who needed a friend.”

“Is that compassion that I hear from the scary, big, bad, Combat.”

“I’m this close to opening the car door and tumbling onto the road.”

He pulls to a stop at the red light and looks over at you. “Your fingers are touching!”

“Exactly!”

You lean your head closer to him, “if you leave me so help me God, Leonard.”

“I’m not. I’m-”

You look at him and back to the girl he’s been working up the nerve to talk to for the past few weeks. “No,” you shake your head.

“I’m leaving you.”

“You little sh-”

“It’s not you, it’s me and me needs to talk to a pretty lady to make me feel better.” He practically runs away after that.

You purse your lips, slightly pissed off at Wolfman but overall impressed with his dramatic skills. You make your way over to the bar, ordering your usual.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice.”

You sigh, hoping to whoever is listening that this isn’t some douche, talking to everyone else from Top Gun is enough. You turn, a wide smile dancing across your lips at the sight of your favorite non-official photographer. “What’s up, Nick?”

He smiles back knowing he did good with his douche voice. “Not much, just came by, drop Mave off, say hi and run home so we can take Brad trick or treating.”

“You’re such a good work husband to Maverick.”

He snorts, shaking his head, “why are we using call signs? We all know you don’t use ‘em unless you’re upset, or they’ve done something to piss you off.”

You don’t answer him and take a sip of your drink.

“Come on,” he continues. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“It’s bad, alright.”

He pats your shoulder, “tell psychologist Goose, what happened so I know how bad I need to kick Mave’s ass.”

You lightly slap your hand against your chest, “aw. Nick, I didn’t realize you cared so much.”

What you hadn’t realized was that a certain follow the rules Naval Aviator watching the two of you talk, a bitter feeling flooding through his veins as you pick at the skirt of your costume.

He knows he doesn’t have a right to be feeling this way, but he can’t help himself. Ron nudges his shoulder.

“What?” Tom grumbles.

“If you’re gonna be pissed off all night I’m ditching you for that one,” he points to a woman dressed like red riding hood. “I know I’ll have a better time with her than I would with you.”

“If you want to talk to little red then go. I don’t care,” he mumbles before throwing his head back to drink the rest of his drink.

Ron walks away from his friend, walking over towards the annoying blond one.

You pinch the costume skirt between your fingers, lifting it for him to understand. “This is not what I wanted when I said I wanted something scary.”

Nick furrows his brows, “you wanted something scary, okay.”

“You want to know how this princess costume is scary, right?”

He nods.

“Maverick told me that me dressing up so nice, like a princess was scary.”

He bursts out laughing and quickly covers his mouth. He turns resting his forehead on his arms, making a terrible attempt to hide his laughter.

You shove his shoulder, “don’t laugh you jerk.”

His head snaps up. “I’m not laughing,” he answers you with the widest smile on his face.

“You’re an ass.”

There’s a tap on your left shoulder, you look to see who it is only to find no one.

You turn back to ask Nick who it was but, he’s disappeared. You scoff, “what an ass.”

Ron continues to haul Nick further away from you and Tom.

“Okay, okay.” Nick shoves his hand off the back of his neck, “ease up on the grip.”

“That’s not what I heard.” The RIO furrows his brows, glancing his opposing RIO up and down. “We’re not doing this tonight. Your friend already did is part. It’s time you did yours.”

The mustached man scoffs, “I’ve been doing more than you have all night.”

Ron raises a brow, “are we gonna keep doing this or are we gonna get those two to fess up and get together?”

“Who knew you were such a romantic?”

“I’ve got Ice, you keep Combat there.”

He walks away, aiming back towards his friend.

“You keep Combat there,” Nick mimics with a sarcastic tone. “Who does he think I am? I can keep her there. Oh shit. No, no, no.” He pushes and shoves his way through the crowd.

He slaps his hand down on his buddy’s shoulder. “Mave,” he says through a faux chuckle, leaning his head closer to whisper, “the hell are you doing here?”

“He came to piss me off,” you snap, ordering another drink.

“You should go.”

“I think I’m good.”

Nick purses his lips, “hey, is that- is that the woman from the coffee shop?”

Pete’s head snaps up, “What? Where?”

Ron gestures his head to the side.

Nick turns to find Leonard waving him over and gives him an okay hand signal. “Over there. Come on, Mave. Let’s go find her.”

The two disappear from your view.

“What the actual-”

“Language, sweetheart.”

It takes you a few seconds to realize who it is that’s beside you.

Nick and Pete stand in front of Leonard and Ron.

The duke’s son pouts, “where is she?”

The other three glances at one another, ignoring his gaze. “Weren’t you here with, Freezie?”

Ron looks off to the side, pretending to find the lights on the wall more fascinating than this conversation.

“Wolfman?”

The man in question turns to his fellow Top Gun classmate.

“You got any idea what’s going on here?”

He gives Pete a confused look and sprints away, going back to his lady’s choice of the evening.

“Talk to me, Goose.”

“I gotta go. I’m late for trick or treating.”

“Goose! Hey, Goose!”

The two exit the bar in a chaotic fashion.

You slowly turn towards him. “Kazanksy.”

The corner of his lips tugs upwards, he raises his glass in greeting. “Good to see you too… Princess.”

You thin your lips, “really? Did you have to go there?”

“I figured it’d be my only opportunity.”

“You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

He shrugs.

“If you must know, Maverick-”

He chuckles to himself at the call sign, like Nick said, when you’re pissed, you use their call sign, everyone knows it. Everyone.

“Bought me this damn thing when I specifically asked for something scary.” You let out a quiet huff.

“If you asked for that, why’d he get you this?”

You stare at him for a couple of minutes. “He told me dressing up so nice, like a princess, was scary.”

Tom scoffs, “he says a lot of things, but I wouldn’t listen to him.”

“You’re just saying that, so I stop pouting.”

“If anything, it’s to stop talking about Mitchell.”

Before you can even try to fight it, a smile stretches across your lips.

“And you think I’m mean when I bash on him.”

It might be the contents of the drink flooding through your system, but you giggle.

He takes the opportunity to scoot closer to you; a mere few inches separating the two of you. “There’s that gorgeous smile fit for a princess.”

“Does that make you, my prince?”

“I could be, if you let me take you out.”

“Oh wow.”

The humor falls from his face. “Is that- should I not have asked?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I… think I could check my schedule and maybe make some time for you.”

“Is that how it is?” There’s that charm.

“Yeah, do you not like it?”

“Oh, I never said that.” He leans in, whispering in your ear, “how about we ditch this place and you let me take you out tonight?”

You interlock your arm with is, “a poorly costumed zombie and a princess. Who would have thought?”

You owlishly blink, trying to turn the brightness of your phone down. You quietly groan to yourself.

Peaches with the Hat

“How was the date? ;)” 4:51am Sent Read

Combat Wins

“Why are you up?” 4:53am Sent Read

Peaches with the Hat

“Good Halloween… ” 4:53am Sent Read

Combat Wins

“Gross” 4:54am Sent Read

Combat Wins

“How do you know about the date?” 4:56am Sent Read

Peaches with the Hat is typing…

Peaches with the Hat

“I’m superrr tired.” 4:59am Sent Read

An arm pulls you closer to their arm body. He hums against your shoulder. “Who’s that?”

You pat Tom’s sheet covered thigh, “no one we need to worry about right now.” You glance over at the wall, “not until I see him later today.”

His breath hits your skin causing you to shiver. “Cold? Need something to warm you up?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. “I mean, I am in bed with Ice.”

A loud, annoyed groan escapes him.

“Don’t be like that, you know you like it.”

“I’d like it if we were in a similar situation that we were earlier.”

You hum, turning around so you can be face-to-face with him. “I bet you would.”

He lifts you hand up, placing a kiss on your knuckles. “Hop on.”

You snort, “please tell me you didn’t just say that?”

“I did and I have no regrets.” He lifts your leg, resting your thigh in your hip.

“As much as I would love to go again. We need sleep.”

He maneuvers you onto his lap. “I’m not tired.”

You place your hands on his chest to balance yourself. “How can you still be so cocky?”

“I got a date with a princess.”

“Shut up.” You and he share a laugh before he sits up, pulls you closer, and kisses you like there’s no tomorrow.

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Remain By his Side

Chp.2 Chp.3 Chp.4 Chp.5 Chp.6 (Smut)

You didn't expect that during your last year in undergrad, your entire life would shift. The military grabbed you, questioned you, and now you were someone they had on their radar.

Your cousin, Sherry, was as well.

And through all of this, you met Leon Kennedy. The man you'd fall in love with, and remain by his side.

This is gonna start off rather slow burn, but, and i'm going to go ahead and spoil, that reader and Leon DO get together. I want to write a series on Leon's relationship through out his years because of how his mental state changes through the RE series. also i'm actually a sucker for angst. a lot of angst. Also I didn't proofread, lol.

Enjoy! there will be more chapters added.

warnings: Reader is biologically female, but I try and keep pronouns gender neutral. If i ever slip up, i will need someone to tell me. This chapter has, probably, a lot of military inaccuracies. also a lot of FBI inaccuracies. Reader is a scientist and is Sherry's cousin.

Two people, a man and a woman, had walked into the class you assisted. They were wearing sharp, black suites. Their critical eyes swept over the lecture hall of about 40 undergraduate students.

Your professor stopped the lecture on microorganisms, “I’ll give you time to write these for your notes,” He said before walking to the back of the hall.

Your attention was taken by a student raising his hand. Looking away from your professor and the strangers, you focused on the student's question. Before you could answer properly, your name was called softly and you looked up, “Keep your question, I’ll be right back.” you told him before walking to where your professor was.

“Hi, can I help you?” You asked, unsure what was going on. Who were these people? FBI? CIA? Why’d they want to talk to you? You were just in your 4th year at the university. Did you accidentally commit a crime? Did you somehow sneak 3 pounds of heroin across the border in your sleep?

Ok, maybe not. But having two individuals with suits ask for you was weird.

The man, with cool blue eyes and dark brunette hair, confirmed your name before commanding, “Come with us. We need to ask you some questions.” Without waiting, he turned and walked out the door. The woman, a blonde with warm green eyes, followed, but turned back to make sure you were close behind. Luckily, you managed to grab your backpack before leaving.

You heard your professor begin his lecture all over again just as you walked out of the class, “Can you tell me what this is about?” You asked them as you sped up your steps to keep up with them.

“No.”

“Who are you?” You asked them.

Wordlessly, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a shiny metal badge.

FBI.

FBI?!

You shut the fuck up extremely quick.

The three of you left the building, you looked back, hoping whatever was going on would be settled quickly.

It wasn’t. At all.

You were taken into the back of a black van. The agents sat in front of you, staring.

“So…” You mentally cringed at how awkward you sounded, “Can I get your names?” You asked, hoping you didn’t irritate them.

“I am agent Olivia Dunham,” The woman stated, “This is agent Peter Bishop.”

Your next question was a shot in the dark, “Where are we headed?”

“Fort Leonard Wood.” agent Dunham answered. You were pleasantly surprised she actually gave you the truth. You half expected her to say ‘classified’.

That’ll take a couple hours… you realized. Thank god you grabbed your bag. You could at least look over some of the students' papers you were supposed to grade. Besides, it’ll keep your mind busy from the anxiety you felt.

Fort Leonard Wood was a military base. It clicked in your head, “Is my brother…” Was he ok? What happened to him? He had been sent to deal with a situation in Raccoon City. but since then, he hasn’t been heard from, “He’s in Delta Force. Did something happen?”

“It’s not your brother we are concerned about.” Bishop responded, “It's your aunt Birkin.”

Aunt Annette?

“What-?”

“Any questions will have to wait until we get to Fort Leonard Wood.” Dunham snapped, shutting down your questions.

Great… You swallowed and nodded before opening your bag to read and grade students' papers. You were a teacher's assistant, despite being your 4th year in undergraduate. Your professor luckily didn’t expect much heavy lifting from you. Just attend the classes to answer questions and help grade papers. It fit with your class schedule, which was a blessing considering your double major with immunology and microbiology.

Despite your desperate attempt to focus on grading, you thought about your aunt Annette.

You spent the summer with her, her husband and your cousin in Raccoon City. She gave you an internship for those months at Umbrella Corporation, to help your resume once you graduated. It was a wonderful summer. You were able to learn hands-on skills with research and lab work.

You weren’t moving mountains, not in the slightest. Your tasks were mostly shadowing the other scientists, fetching them their reagents and samples, and passing along messages.

Still, the experience was one you held close to your heart.

If something was wrong with your aunt…where was Sherry?

“Is my cousin OK?” You looked up, “Please…can you tell me that much?”

Agent Duhman had sympathy for you. Thankfully, she bent and answered, “Your cousin is alive.”

A tightness settled in your chest and wrapped around your heart. Sherry was alive? Why did the FBI establish her as alive?

Was your aunt dead? What about your uncle William?

What the fuck happened!?

The hours it took to get to the military base ticked by way too slowly. By the time the van came to a stop, you felt sick. Your hands were starting to shake and you had tunnel vision. You barely registered that you were taken out and walked into one of the facilities. Was this an administrative building? Garrison? Or was this a military prison?

The floors were white tile. The walls were painted brick. The hallways felt too small and too long. The lights felt too bright. Armed guards were at every door. You were scared. Stressed.

What the hell was going on!?

“Wait in here.” Agent Bishop opened up a door to a small side room. There were some padded chairs and sofas. A countertop with a small coffee machine and cabinets. The door closed behind you, and you heard the door lock.

Lounge? Is this a lounge?

A small, shrill voice called your name, snapping you out of your stupor. Your cousin hopped up from one of the couches. She rushed to you and hugged your legs.

“Oh my god, Sherry!” You cried, kneeling to wrap your arms around her. You pulled her back to inspect her. She looked…filthy. Her blonde hair was crusted with grime. Her skin was covered in dirt and god knows what else. She had an unfamiliar red jacket over her shoulders. You held her face, “Sherry…what happened?”

“Sherry? Who is this?” An unfamiliar voice, masculine, grabbed your attention. He had approached and you looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, clear and striking blue. His light hair was darkened with mud. His uniform, RPD riot gear, was torn, bloodied and soaked with…god was that sewage? His left shoulder was bandaged with filthy, graying gauze. Underneath the gore you’d consider this stranger boyishly handsome.

This stranger was in a worse off state than your little cousin.

“Sherry is my cousin.” You said carefully, wrapping your arms around her small frame.

Your little, blonde cousin pulled back. She gained your attention and held the dirty police officer's hand, “This is Leon. He saved me.”

“Saved you? From what?” You stood, making eye contact with Leon, “I…I don’t know what's going on. I was brought here from my college…they mentioned my aunt Annette-”

“Aunt?” Leon stopped you, “you’re related to Annette Birkin?”

You nodded, “My moms sister. What happened?”

So Leon told you. His explanation of last night. Undead. Zombies. Carnage and chaos. He told you that your uncle had become a mutated monster. Your aunt had been killed, crushed to death by his claws. He told you what he knew of the virus called ‘G-virus’. He was sparing you details, you knew that. Everything was vague enough that you had to assume some details on your own.

Halfway through his talk you had to sit down.

The destruction of Raccoon City. Your aunt had a hand in the deaths of thousands. You did too, to a degree. You had that summer internship…

You held your cousin tightly. Silent tears slipping down your cheeks. Your emotions were haywire. Now, countless questions bounced around in your skull.

Did your family know? Where was your brother? What will happen to Leon and Sherry? Why did this have to happen?

You didn’t have much time to ask Leon any questions, because agent Bishop returned and took you away. You were questioned for over an hour by him, a soldier and then agent Dunham. Apparently you were a person of interest because of your internship. According to the FBI, it was suspicious that you worked for Umbrella and left a month before Raccoon City fell to undead.

You had to convince them that you didn’t know that this would happen. You didn't know what the N.E.S.T was. You didn’t know the G-virus existed. You didn’t know your aunt was even doing something with such a dangerous virus.

Finally, you were released. You were taken back to the lounge, and told to wait. Your parents were on their way to be questioned. As well as your other siblings. You still haven't heard anything about your brother…

You sat on the couch, Sherry asleep next to you. Across from you on the other one was Leon. He was leaning back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. He was waiting for…something. Family, perhaps? A girlfriend? Hell, maybe a boyfriend?

“Thank you,” You spoke softly, “For keeping Sherry safe.”

He perked up and looked at you before he nodded, “I’d do it all over again if I had to.” Leon said with a small smile. Though, you could detect that it was hollow. Empty. He was in pain both mentally and physically.

“You're a good man,” You said, feeling the need to give him something close to reassurance before you continued, “What's going to happen to you and Sherry?” That question had been in your head the moment you united with your cousin.

He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

You frowned, “Where will you go once all of this is said and done?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t you have any family?” Looking back, it was definitely an insensitive question. But you didn’t know how someone like Leon could have no family.

He shook his head and your heart broke.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled, “I..I didn’t mean to assume-.”

“It's OK.” the officer gently said, “You didn’t know.”

There was a lot you didn’t know.

You didn’t know your aunt and uncle were making biological weapons. You didn’t know you worked for a company that destroyed a whole city. You didn’t know what a bioweapon was.

You didn’t know when your family would get here. You didn’t know where your Delta Force brother was.

You didn’t know when the government decided to bomb Raccoon City. You didn’t know when the city was wiped off the face of the earth. You didn’t know how many souls were burned away and obliterated.

There was a lot you didn’t know.

#reader insert #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #my writing #leon kennedy #chapter 1

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Will You Be There To Hold Me? [Part One]

Requested: no

Summary: a night out at the bar causes you to go home with Iceman. Something about the situation simply doesn’t sit well with Wolfman.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: angst. Drinking. Smut, not that bad but still there.

Pairings: Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe x Neven!reader. Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Neven!reader

Unsurprisingly, the O club was packed full of people. Seeing that it was Friday night, everyone in Fighter Town had come out to the bar to begin their weekend. You were standing at the bar top, leaning against it while you chatted with your brother and his RIO. Hollywood was filling you in on something that they had done in training that day when a blond across the bar caught your eye. Unbeknownst to you, Wolfman followed your gaze, grimacing when he saw one of his other classmates.

Iceman was standing on the other side of the bar, aviators on while he sipped on his ice water. Shockingly, there was no random woman clinging to his arm. He could feel someone staring at him and when he turned, he was met with your eyes burning holes into the side of his face. Ice smirked slightly when he noticed you staring, sipping on his water. The pilot slipped off his aviators, showing that he was, in fact, staring at you as well. In a shocking moment of courage, you plucked your drink from the counter before moving over to him.

When you walked away from the two of them, Hollywood and Wolfman were left staring after you. Your brother's words slowly faded out as he realized that you had most likely abandoned them for the night. He wasn’t upset that you were trying to find someone, he just knew that he knew of someone much better for you. And if he had to, Hollywood would wager that you felt the same way for him. When he faced his RIO, he instantly noticed the way Wolfman tried to hide the disappointed look on his face. He had known about his friend's hopeless crush on you for years and while Leo originally thought that your brother was going to kill him, it turned out that Hollywood was quite pleased with the information.

A hand was placed on Leo’s shoulder, pulling him out of his daydream. His pilot gave him a knowing look as he squeezed his shoulder. The both of them knew that Ice wasn’t necessarily a bad person, but seeing you flirt with him sent an uneasy feeling through both of them. Something about the situation simply didn’t sit right with them.

For the rest of the night, they watched as you chatted with Ice. The pilot was flirting with you as well, chuckling quietly at nearly everything you said. This was probably the most that either of them had seen the man smile. Leo could feel a sad smile rising on his face. While he was disappointed that you didn’t seem to feel the same for him, if Ice made you happy, he was happy for you. Just as Hollywood was ordering another beer, they watched you leave the bar with Ice, his hand resting protectively on your back. That seemed to be the final nail in the coffin for Wolfman. There was a lump in his throat as he bid your brother goodbye and paid off his tab.

You were following Ice out to his truck, thanking him when he opened your door for you and helped you into the truck. He got in moments after you before driving away from the bar. The drive to the base housing that he had been assigned was a quick one. You estimated that only seven minutes had passed before you were pulling up to a tiny bungalow. Just like at the bar, Ice moved around the truck to help you out before leading you to his door.

As soon as you were inside his lips were on yours, hands settling on your waist as he pinned you against the wall. You continued on like that for the next few minutes. Your hands eventually tangled in his hair, fingers running through the soft strands. He groaned into your mouth when you tugged on his hair. With his guidance, you stumbled your way to the bedroom. When you reached it, Ice nudged you onto the bed. He fell on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

With a playful smile, he began kissing his way down your body. When he was level with your jeans he glanced up at you, silently asking for permission. At your nod, he unbuttoned the clothing and pulled it down your legs. He continued to pepper light kisses over your thighs before glancing back up at you. “May I?” You nodded once more. Your panties followed your jeans as Ice slipped them down your legs. The pilot began to kiss his way back up your body, eventually pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

Moments later, the room was filled with the sweet sound of your combined moans. His hips rutted against yours, causing soft cries of pleasure to fly from your mouth. That was how the next hour was spent. You had lost count of how many times he had denied your orgasm. Finally, after what felt like forever, Ice fucked into you faster, drawing every wanton moan out of you. You felt your climax build once again, just about to reach the tipping point. As if Ice could sense that you were about to come, he snapped his hips into your harder, thumb moving down to toy with your puffy clit. The coil inside you snapped, causing you to cry out loudly. The pilot's thrusts slowly came to a halt. With one last thrust, he spilled inside the condom.

Ice pressed a kiss to your damp forehead, rolling over beside you as you caught your breath. The condom was removed and tossed into the trash can before he pulled you into him. You began tracing patterns into his firm chest. “Do I leave now?” You questioned quietly. Your eyes were trained on his chest, refusing to meet his. His hand that was resting on your back began to rub up and down, comforting you somewhat.

“Not if you don’t want to.” You hummed quietly in response. Your fingers continued to draw intricate patterns over his left peck, fingers almost dancing over his soft skin. His one hand kept moving across your back as the other moved up to cradle the back of your head. His hand slowly massaged over your scalp causing your eyes to flutter shut. His long, dexterous fingers carded through your sweaty hair. You almost wished that you could stay like this forever, wrapped up in his arms while pretending the world outside didn’t exist.

Instead of moving up and down on your back, his hand began to circle around it. The soothing combination of his hand on your back and the one in your hair made you extremely sleepy. Eventually, the hand that was on his chest stilled, resting over the warmth of his beating heart. “Sleep, baby,” He murmured lowly in your ear. “I’ll see you in the morning.” With one last chaste kiss to your forehead, your eyes drifted shut. You eventually fell asleep, the soothing feel of Ice’s heartbeat mixed with his intoxicating smell lulled you to sleep within minutes. If only you knew what would happen in the morning.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Part two should be up soon. Requests are open.

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Snzfire of Hostility

Part 3 out of ?????

An AlxKoxNai Snz Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Force Induce, Public Tomfoolery,

degradation, smut

Description: Draeko is the fresh meat at College, new in town, and at first the jocks Alistar and Kanai, don’t find much interest in him. Until they find out he’s rather a little factory of entertainment and fetish gold. What will become of them all?

Author’s Notes: I hadn’t forgotten about this series Im just brain dead LOL but here we go for Chapter 3! @aller-geez owns Kanai and Draeko. She also did the lovely cover art! 🥰

Draeko was running late to volleyball as he sprinted down the hallway with his gym bag loosely slung around his shoulder, panting with a strain against his breath. "Shit shit shit..." he groaned, truthfully he only had himself to blame. He set his alarm for pm instead of am, easy mistake for most to make if he hadn't been up all night drinking with his new best friend, and dormmate, Levi. Bursting through the gym doors loudly, everyone turned to gaze upon him, including his least favorite tormentors, Alistar and Kanai.

The elective was taking place inside today per the email, there was a nasty storm brewing outside. So far the day started with an intense wind and then the second Draeko arrived, it turned into a heavy downpour. So walking into the gym he was a little more worse for wear than usual, sopping wet and frazzled from rushing.

With a sheepish smile, Draeko attempted to regain his composure and avoid the piercing gaze of Alistar, specifically. Kanai didn't go out of his way the way the red head often did. He headed straight for the locker room, hoping to slip in unnoticed. As he hurriedly changed into his gym attire, doing what he could to dry off his pink and mint mop, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their impatience burning into his soul as the gym was quiet, even from how close his locker was to the entrance door.

Squaring his shoulders, Draeko stepped out of the locker room and entered the awaiting gymnasium. His coach, Coach Leonard, was already halfway through explaining the morning's activities to the rest of the participants when Draeko had interrupted, so he pained them all by starting over once the hybrid joined them. Draeko quietly made his way to a vacant spot at the back, trying to blend in with his classmates. "Scuse me sorry...."

Coach Leonard paused for a moment in the middle of him starting over, glancing at the mutt with an arched eyebrow. "I'm glad you could join us, Draeko," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm adding insult to injury, as if the hybrid wasnt aware of the rhythm he had thrown off.

Draeko's cheeks flushed crimson as he mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Coach," he replied with a softened, shy voice. The man could only shake his head and direct the rest of the students to their places. As they each stood on their respective teams, Draeko on the other end of Al and Kanai, feeling extremely targeted.

"Hey Nai, Look at our favorite little muse, he looks like he's going to explode from shame," The red head taunted, loud enough for the hybrid to hear it. Whom flushed ear to ear, furrowing his brows. "He's so cute when he's flustered," the crimson eyed demon continued to tease and snicker.

"Alright enough gab boys, get to playing!" The coach interrupted the obnoxious interaction to get the three focused back on the reason everyone gathered here today, and every other day of the damn week. The game went on rather normally for the first few rounds, before Alistar saw an opportunity when Draeko was misplacing himself.

The mutt had turned around to walk toward the backened positions and the crimson eyed demon tossed up the ball, jumped and spiked it straight into the other's ass. Drae let out a strangled cry, falling to one knee from the sure pressure of the ball against him. His ass was sure to be redder than his face was at this point, he turned and scowled. "Hey!" classmates giggling, the coach too busy staring at his phone to give a shit. The mutt wanted vengeance. Snatching the ball up he looks over and gets into position, his teammates nodding knowingly.

Draeko kneeling at a crouch with his arms holding tight to the ball he narrows his gaze and before he could throw the ball upward, a large, loud, piercing alarm goes off, and the gym doors lock. "W-Wha!?" Draeko and the rest of everyone in the gymnasium looked around in horror.

The blaring sound of the alarm reverberated through the space, its shrill tone cutting through the air like a knife. Panic began to ripple through the students as they turned to one another, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Alright, Alright everyone, don't panic, let me call the front office, everyone hang tight," The calmed professional padded at the class with his open palms. His unbothered demeanor seemed to bring a relative calmness to the rest of the students and everyone broke off into groups, Draeko standing awkwardly against the wall.

It wasn't long before Alistar pressed his back against the wall, his gaze intense and ravenous as he looked at the mutt in front of him. His eyes were filled with hunger and desire, his body language betraying his eager anticipation for what was to come next.

Draeko tried his best to ignore Alistar's beating presence, focusing instead on the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Some students huddled together, whispering anxiously, while others paced back and forth, their agitation palpable. The blaring alarm continued to echo through the gymnasium, filling the air with a sense of unease.

Alistar's voice cut through the clamor, his tone dripping with malicious amusement. "Hey there little bumble bee, anyway I can get a buzzzzz?" he sneered, inching closer to Draeko. "I've missed playing with you~....those little sounds? Drive me crazy in the middle of the night when Im all alone~" biting his lower lip as he loomed over the other, dragging an index finger down Drae's gym shirt.

Kanai was standing close behind the red head, not directly looking at Draeko but more accurately, through him. Completely void of any real expression, per usual, it almost spooked the hybrid. More so than the red head. There was something almost ominous about it and that made his presence added against the crimson eyed bully, that much more intimidating.

Draeko lifted his gaze to meet Alistar's, his expression filled with defiance and a coldness that he hoped would hide the lustfilled vulnerability he felt. He refused to let the redheaded instigator see him falter, even though all he wanted was to crumble under his touch. What was happening to him? He couldn't pinpoint it, but as long as he didn't reveal his weakness to the ruby-eyed hellion, he would be safe. "Just leave me alone," Draeko replied, his tone now laced with a newfound confidence. Yeah, that would convince him. Though his constantly blushing face said otherwise.

Alistar chuckled darkly, circling around Draeko like a predator closing in on its prey. "Aweee, come on, don't be like that...I thought you liked our cocks in your mouth..." He started to play with the hem of the other's white gym shirt. "You seemed to really enjoy that the other day, We all had a grand time, didn't we?" The memory made Draeko's face flushed an even brighter red, his ears burning with embarrassment.

"I-! You! Be quiet!" He looked around anxiously, hoping no one had overheard their conversation. Thankfully, it was just the three of them, everyone else off in their own gossipy worlds.

"He isn't incorrect, Draeko, you did seem to enjoy yourself," Kanai chimed in, eyes empty, but he never turned down an opportunity to speak on truth. “In fact, I distinctly remember you being very enthusiastic about it. Correct, Al?" The darker-haired man's attention shifted towards his closest companion.

"You would be right, Nai. If we hadn't been in a classroom, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had begged us to take turns," Alister said with a smirk, trailing his finger down Draeko's inflamed cheek. Drae felt his face burn with a heat so furious, he swear his eyebrows may singe off. Regardless, he did what he could to ignore the other's words, finding it to be a challenge. He couldn't believe they were discussing this in front of him, completely disregarding his presence. It was both tantalizing and nerve-wracking at the same time. What if someone overheard?

Draeko's voice quivered "S-Screw you both!" as he tried to keep his desire in check, cursing at the two of them. They were treating him like a toy, and under normal circumstances, that would have been insulting to most people. But the thought of being in such an intimate situation with these two men, their little play thing, made the hybrid break out into a sweat. Yet he still didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable or affected by their words, but he could feel himself getting closer to Al's prediction of begging for it.

Alistar couldn't contain his amusement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he shot a sideways glance at Kanai. "Oh, trust me, I'm trying," he snickered, a small smirk playing on his lips. His eyebrows lifted suggestively, adding to the playful energy between them. Kanai knowingly nodded, tossing what might have been considered a side smirk, but too flattened to the normal eye.

Coach Leonard chose that moment to come over, interrupting the tension in the air. "Alright, everyone, we've got an update from the front office," he said, trying to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. "It looks like we may be locked in here well into the night, possibly the morning due to a hurricane passing through," the sound of collective groans filled the room, including Draeko's. They were all disappointed and dreading what was to come. What could he have possibly meant? They were going to spend the night locked in a gym with two men who wanted to tempt him into sin?

As the alarm was finally cut to silence, Draeko felt a wave of unease wash over him. He couldn't believe he was stuck in a locked gymnasium with Alistar and Kanai, the two people he had hoped to avoid all day. As if the universe was playing a cruel joke. His heart raced, his mind reeled, he tried to come up with a plan to get out of there without drawing their attention, but it would all involve scaling a 30ft wall. Impossible for him to do unnoticed.

Coach Leonard continued, "But don't worry, we're not completely stranded. We have food and water in the locker room we can share, as well as some sleeping bags and some of the other students have managed to find their phones. So we can keep in contact with the outside world and let them know we're okay." Immediately everyone was working to distribute the supplies. Draeko sighed deeply, knowing his fate was sealed in the form of an unwanted sleepover with not only a bunch of strangers, but those two demons as well.

The hybrid grabbed a sleeping bag that was handed out to him and stayed relatively quiet to himself, watching youtube on his phone while everyone chatted and entertained themselves. Coach Leonard was still on the phone trying to see if he could make better arrangements or get them all out before night fall.

Draeko's attention was drawn to the fiery-haired agitator, Alistar, who stood menacingly across the gym. He could sense Alistar's intense stare on him, analyzing his every move with a predatory hunger. Draeko did his best to ignore him, fixating instead on the constant flow of videos playing on his phone. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend he wasn't relishing the intensity of Al's gaze. It was always on him, no one else. That wasn’t worth nothing.

Kanai remained hidden behind Alistar, occasionally shooting him knowing looks filled with blank amusement. Draeko could sense that they had something more devious in mind for this sleepover, and it would be no where close to an innocent night of snoozing. He just had to try and not theorize what those something’s in mind could be.

The gymnasium was filled with a mixture of chatter and quiet whispers while hours passed by with no rescue, as the students began to settle in for the night. Some had spread out blankets and pillows to make the best of the situation, while others paced nervously, anxiety rippling through their bodies.

Draeko had claimed a corner of the gym for himself, creating a cozy little nest to retreat to. He let out a sigh as he settled into his spot and attempted to get comfortable before two familiar men approached him, looking to disrupt him in his haven. "Nah Nah, pipsqueak, you gotta be in the middle, Nai can have the wall,"

"W-?! I was here first, asshole! I'm not moving!" Draeko let out a frustrated huff, tugging at the thin fabric of his sleeping bag in an attempt to cover his eyes and shield himself from the two.

The material was worn and threadbare, offering little protection against the harsh elements outside, let alone the large gym. He could feel the cold seeping through, trickling against his skin and making him shiver. But he refused to give in and face the two men that awaited him. Instead, he pulled the fabric tighter around his body, trying to create a shield against everything outside of it.

"Poor choice see because you move, or," the red head gripped the edges of the other male's bag and scooted him to his liking. "Be moved," Draeko popping his head back out with frustration and disbelief. The nerve of this guy. Kanai quietly, settling in now where the hybrid once had been. Alistar squeezing in on the other side so Draeko was successfully sandwiched between the two.

"Dude what the hell, seriously? And what is th-....Hh...H'ih..." the strongest stench started to overwhelm the poor mint and pink haired male once the two settled in tightly on either side. "Wha-...that...sme-hah~.." With his sense of smell now acutely assaulted, Draeko struggled to keep his breath steady and maintain what little dignity he had left. Between the two muscular men was an unmistakable odor - the same perfume their professor had been wearing the very first attack he had within their presence. Shit. Draeko's eyes immediately watered and he clapped both his hands over his nose and mouth to keep himself from giving into this man's horrible plan.

"Ah, don't play hard to get, I picked this scent out special for you, pup," Alistar smirked, "You know Kanai, he might be a tough nut to crack, but I have a feeling we're about to discover another delicious weakness he can't resist." The silent one raised a brow and curiously spoke outward to respond.

"What do you mean, Donnie? He seems dissatisfied with this treat, you said he would be very thrilled to smell us but he seems very, unstable," the hound was sitting upward, wearing the same spritz of stench that Al was and Draeko struggled to contain himself, his sinuses threatening to spill over. He couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down his mint and grey eyes.

"You're se-serious right n-now?" the hybrid whimpered and struggled to speak as the scent overwhelmed him. His nose stretched and twitched, he tried to hide from it by dipping back into his sleeping bag. Al only shot a snickering glance toward his best friend.

Alistar's deep, rumbling chuckle filled the air as he spoke, his voice carrying a dangerous edge to it. "Hide all you want," he taunted, his words laced with confidence and a hint of menace. "There's plenty to go around and really,” His eyes glinted with mischief, pausing for effect, almost daring the mutt to challenge him. "I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity to make you our bitch….” Licking his teeth possessively as he glared over the mutt.

Draeko glanced around nervously, hoping that his situation would remain undetected. Alistar and Kanai had encased him between them, and he felt like he was being suffocated. His nose was burning from the overpowering scent that emanated from their bodies. He could feel his eyes dripping lines of tears down his cheeks, and his throat felt like it was closing up.

The mutt tried to stifle his sneeze, but it was no use. He glanced around the gym, desperate for someone to save him from this torment. Alistar looked on smugly as he watched Draeko struggle to hold back his sneeze. "Come on, Drae, let it out," he taunted. "It's not like anyone important is going to see you….”

"N-Never...." his face was turning red, not because of the building desires that threatened to boil over, no, but because of the sheer pressure of holding in his afflictions.

"Do it," the words fell off that crimson eyed man's tongue and the command alone, caused the hybrid to shut his eyes tightly to try and disobey, but Alistar only scooted closer. "Let go....give us control, Drae," sliding his hand under the sleeping bag material to find it's way to the hybrid's thigh. The flesh bare as his gym shorts rode up and exposed him. Kanai watching closely, almost taking notes at the way his friend spoke, noticing a distinct difference in the mutt when he did.

"I'm...H-h...HIH-..." Draeko's voice caught in his throat, stuttering and gasping as he tried to deny the overwhelming force that was threatening to consume him. His chest heaved with every labored breath, his body shaking from the effort of trying to resist. But it was no use, the weight of the looming sternutation was too much for him to bear.

"That's it; right there, come on, let go for me, pup," The red head continued to coax him, reaching forward grabbing his shirt and pulling him just a bit closer, almost into his own lap. "Don't keep me waiting like this..."

"H'GXTSH'ue! K'GNSH!! 'GXXCT!" Kittenish like stifled sounds erupted from his mouth, the mutt brought a closed fist up to his mouth, holding back the power behind each one, the pressure behind his eyes making him feel like his head could implode. Alistar growled slightly under his breath.

"Stop holding back on me or I'm gonna show this whole gym why you're my bitch," the green and grey eyed man looked the red head up and down, seeking a bluff but only finding a very serious expression written across the other's face.

Draeko's eyes widened as Alistar's warning sunk in, the constraint building behind his eyelids threatening to burst forth. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and he couldn't afford to draw attention to himself in any suspicious ways.

With a final, desperate attempt, Draeko reached out and grabbed the edge of his sleeping bag, trying to yank it closer to his face in a desperate bid for protection. But it was no use; the scent of Alistar's perfume still clung to him, and the other couldn't escape, especially when the red head snatched the material from his clutched fist.

Al's eyes narrowed as he watched Draeko's struggle, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. "You're gonna learn to do what I say," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you're gonna enjoy every single second of it,"

Kanai watched in fascination as his best friend worked to claim his ownership of their new plaything. Miss deeds as such always brought a fire to the hound's inner core, reminding him of his heritage and unlocking something feral within himself. "I dont know, Donnie, I’d lay punishment upon the pet for prolonging his submission, that’s just my interjection though," making his suggestion with an edgy, yet sarcastic tone. Alistar couldn’t help but chuckle at that, struggling thoughtfully.

Draeko however swallowed nervously, and still defiantly he scooted a mere inch away, but the scent of Alistar's cologne was now clinging to him like a second skin. Drae's eyes darted around the gym, searching for a way out, a way to escape the suffocating compulsions that threatened to consume him. He needed to find a way to break free before it was too late, before he gave in to the sinister games of the two alpha males.

But it was too late. Alistar and Kanai had already locked him in their grip, sunk in their claws, and they showed no signs of letting go. The hybrid knew he was in deep trouble. He had never felt so vulnerable before, so exposed, so powerless against the whims of others. "You're right, Nai, I don't think he gets just how serious we are..." looking around to notice most their classmates had fallen asleep and or, were to far within the now darkening gym to see them. He reached up, gripped the mutt by his neck and angeled his face upward. "I said, Sneeze,"

As the scent continued to waft through the air, Draeko's body trembled uncontrollably. His heart raced as he struggled to hold back in spite of them, but it threatened to explode from his nose and it was absolutely no use by this point. His body was going to betray him and he'd broken his resolve to hold back any longer. "Hh'NDTCH'iEW!! H'GtsHI'UE!"

The sneeze erupted from his nose like a geyser, spraying a cloud of saliva and miscellaneous mess across Alistar's eager face. Drae's eyes watered down flushed cheeks and his nose twitched uncontrollably as he tried to catch his breath. He winced while he felt his nose throbbing from the intense pressure that had released from inside; feeling a slight ounce of relief.

Alistar smirked, and he wiped his face clean with the back of his sleeve, hungrily staring over Draeko's swollen and reddened face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased. He then turned to Kanai, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I think our little friend has finally learned his lesson,"

Kanai tilted his head and his eyes scanned around the room quickly before he leaned in to the two of them closely. "I'm surprised no one bared witness to such an outburst," Drae's face slowly turned to look at the other hellion. Was he, taunting him? His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his own hands, now they were both in on it? Well…not like they hadn’t been but, the shameful feeling of them teasing him together? Brought butterflies to his stomach and he almost wanted to strangle himself for even feeling that way.

"Okay, dhere, you god wha you wanded ndow led me go do sleeb," struggling to speak with a clogged up nose after such a helpless session of sneezes, but the red head only chuckled.

"That was simply our warm up exercise, pet, but go ahead, get comfy in your bag....Nai, keep watch," the hound almost seemed disappointed by nodded regardless, he'd get his time in surely. His friend never left him high and dry. Draeko looked between the two of them and his brows fell again, this time more so with worry. What did they have up their sleeve? It was killing him.

He did as he was told, more frightened that there would be a scene made if he didn't, but also mostly, because he really hated denying himself the simple pleasures of submission.

Draeko carefully zipped up his sleeping bag, making sure it was secure and hiding him from the prying eyes of anyone who might pass by. He lay down inside, feeling the material scratch against his back as he settled into the tight space. A ripple of unease ran through him, but he knew that Alistar and Kanai wouldn't let anything happen to him - at least, not without their involvement.

The smell of sweat and cologne continued to fill the air, poking and prodding at his sensitive sensibilities. Trying to distract himself, he could hear the low murmur of their conversation as they continued to discuss their plans. Draeko could felt his heart rate slow down as he tried to adjust, but he knew that the temptation to sneeze would return eventually. Doing what he could to ignore the pounding in his head, but he knew that it would only worsen with time.

As the minutes ticked by, Draeko's body began to relax into his position, certain now that maybe the two were all talk, but as everyone began to slowly drift away, neither Hellion closed an eye. Drae's nose continued to twitch and prickle, things may have calmed down but the scent still lingered, too terribly close to him. Both men very much aware of this as well. Eventually, the red head and navy haired man alike slid themselves into the poor material of their sleeping devices. “Keep an ear out for any passerbys Nai..." he whispered amongst them, Draeko's eyes now shooting back open.

"Why cant you just leave me alone?" He sighed under his breath but the silence was so loud, they could hear him clear as day.

"Because you're far too delicious, pup, far too delicious…." he reached over and scooped the other's hips sliding their bags together, pulling the mutt tightly against his chest in a spooning fashion. "Now, why must you be so far? 'Mere," burying his face into the side of the hybrid's neck, it made it even more impossible for the other to resist the reaction to his scent now. Not only that, but he could no longer hide the delighted shiver that exuded his body when he felt Alistar pushed up against him. "Oh? You like that?" The red head teased.

"N-No don'd be....ridigulous...." Draeko stuttered with a roll of his eyes, but the blush on his face, and the racing of his heart, spoke otherwise.

Draeko couldn't deny the heated presence of the redhead against his back, their bodies molding perfectly together as they pressed against each other barely separated by the fabric of their bags. The scent of Alistar's cologne seemed to be multiplied now, filling Drae's senses and making it impossible for him to focus. Even so, he tried to keep his distance, both physically and emotionally, failing miserably.

The serpentine length of Alistar's arm curved around Draeko's waist, tugging him closer. The hybrid felt the other man's breath on the side of his neck, and felt the gentle brush of his lips against his sensitive skin. Draeko's body froze, his breath catching in his throat as the warmth from Alistar's lips spread like wildfire across his body.

"You know you want this, pet," Alistar whispered, his voice low and seductive. Draeko's eyes adjusted to the dark, they looked up and met Kanai's gaze, an empty quizzical stare like he was always being acutely observed by the man.

"A-And whad if I do....?" The words escaped him without permission, he clasped a hand over his mouth, Kanai almost smirked reaching for it and pulling it off him.

"Then give me what I want...and I'll return the favor," the red head nipped, and slid his tongue across the mutt's sensitive ear lobe, causing another delightful shudder to take over the course of Drae's thin frame.

Draeko's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had prided himself on his independence in the last year, his ability to resist temptation and maintain control over his own desires. But now, faced with the undeniable allure of Alistar and Kanai, he felt his resolve crumbling. "O-okay...." The whisper was as faint as a ghost, almost undetectable to any untrained ear, but did not go amiss amongst the demons.

Alistar's lips trailed down Draeko's neck, leaving a slew of hot kisses in their wake. The hybrid's breath hitched as his body responded instinctively, arching closer to the touch. The rational part of his mind screamed for him to resist, to hold onto what little autonomy he had left. But the pure pleasure coursing through him drowned out the voice of reason. "I knew you were eager, but this badly? My little toy...what a pleasant surprise...now give us what we want," bringing a hand up in front of the other’s face to brush and tickle his index just below the other's nostrils.

Kanai watched the scene unfold with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Without a word, he reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from Draeko's face. The touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the raw intensity radiating from Alistar. Drae could feel his desires rising, a mix of intense longing and the need to break free from the strong scent of the men with hungry eyes.

In that moment, he hitched, his breath catching like a ball in his throat as if it were suspended there by invisible threads. It felt like the world had stopped and all that existed was this single, fleeting moment. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, each inhale feeling like a gasp for air. His eyes widened as he tried to process what was happening, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. “H-h…Hih…~” The scent only got stronger, only weighed heavier on his sinuses, his head fell back against the red head, his mouth widened and eventually, out it came.

Surfacing that persistent tickle from the bowels of his desperation to keep it under wraps, he let go of his chains and allowed himself to sneeze. Kanai bringing a hand up to cover the other's mouth, avoiding himself becoming collateral. "Hh'NDGSH'UE! Hihh'TSH'hiew.." he tried his best to keep it down but the anguish of the sound filled the air and reverberated against their eardrums, every wall in the gym seeming to echo and amplify the noise, drowning out any pretense of silence.

Draeko's eyes flew open, his face flushed and his breath heaving as if he had ran several miles. Alistar and Kanai, excited by the ferocity of the sneeze, the red head trickled his fingers delicately up the mutt's shirt, touching his bare stomach with cold hands. Drae shivered, biting his lower lip and whimpering gently.

"Look at that, Donnie," Kanai chuckled, a foreign sound from the otherwise quiet man, his voice low and husky, "Cracked like an egg…..did I say it right?" He looked over at Alistar, his eyes shining with self pride finally catching on to the other’s sarcastic demeanor with his own flavor and style.

"Cracked indeed," Alistar agreed, his own voice thick with lust, one hand sliding up to grip hold and twist one of the hybrid's delicate, prehardened buds. “Being such a good boy now aren’t we?" his voice slick like honey as it dripped inside of Draeko's ear drum. Free hand finding its way past the other’s sleeping material, and dipping just below the waist trim of his gym shorts. "Shall I reward him for his behavior? Hm Nai?" the mutt inhaled sharply, his eyes lidded as they stared at Kanai.

"I'd say we were obligated to hold up our end of the bargain, yes," for once, there was a hint of emotion behind his heterochromatic gaze, the need to be satiated. Kanai whispered, his eyes burning with a hunger that was both fiery and primal, but his mouth still lay in a flat line, which drove the mutt crazier. He wanted to see it twist in pleasure. So the hybrid reached forward with his own hands and gripped the hound's waist band. Pulling him closer.

When he suddenly gasped, trying to stay soundless but his body started trembling as he felt Al’s two hands all over him, one twisting his sensitized bud and the other sliding just below the waistband of his gym shorts. The scent emitting from both men was now almost overwhelming, filling the air and making it impossible for Draeko to focus on anything else. Lust drunk with pulsating sinuses. His nostrils threatening to leak as he would sniff to clear himself.

He was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, his heart racing wildly while he struggled to find a way to escape the hold that Alistar and Kanai had on him. But the pleasure that crashed through him in waves was too much to resist, his body betraying him by arching closer to the touch.

"I...I can't...I don't know...what to do," he whispered, his words barely audible. In his confusion, he could feel Alistar taking hold of his hardened length, pumping it slowly.

"Just relax...enjoy yourself...I know I am," the red-eyed demon snickered, his voice soft, barely audible, the three of them pushed closer together, Kanai now inches from the other's twisting face. “Oh and be quiet….” Reminding the mutt of their current position.

Kanai leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the hybrid's own trembling set, sending a shiver down Draeko's spine. "Relax, Drae," he whispered tenderly against his mouth, his voice a seductive rumble, "Submit," Whilst Al moved his hand, sliding it down Draeko's length and gripping it firmly, stroking his desperate cock. Drae's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat whilst the sensations coursed through him, trying his best not to be loud but a tiny whimper escaped him.

The scent of Alistar and Kanai seemed to meld with the arousal in the air, filling the space around their secluded corner. "Shhhh," the navy haired hound hushed him, bringing his palm to cradle the mutt's neck now, tightening around it before pressing their lips together in an attempt to keep the other's sounds at bay.

Alistar let out a possessive grunt, pushing his hips against the other's ass, desperate for friction where it was due. "I dunno Nai....should we give him the full experience or should we leave him wanting more?" slipping the pad of his thumb suggestively across Drae’s already leaking head. Kanai almost losing himself within the other's mouth, reluctantly pulled away. Sliding a lazy tongue across his own lower lip, accepting the string of saliva that had broken off between them.

"Hm, tempting call, Donnie, you're going to have to solidify that answer yourself....the pet tastes far too delectable for me to make a decision based on will..." Kanai's eyes gleamed with hunger, his voice melting like rich chocolate inside of Draeko’s now easily manipulated eardrums. Slowly Nai dipped his face once again to steal another softened, delighted kiss from their target.

Alistar looked at each of them with an adjusted vision to the darkness, his gaze filled with a primal intensity that seemed to say, "Checkmate," he'd knew he won, wanting so badly to claim his prize but he knew he had to leave the mutt wanting more. The next time theyd be in this siuation it'll be because the little hybrid wont be able to be without. They needed him to be addicted. Alistar brought his free hand to join the other, both his hands now tugging and twisting at the smaller’s length, but his ultimate goal to slicken his digits.

Draeko struggled against the mixed sensations, his body betraying him with every touch, every scent, and the intoxicating taste. He tried to pull away when he felt his face starting back up, itching and full, but found he was caught in a web of desire and need, unable to break free from their insatiable hold. He was just going to have to suffer between it.

Kanai watched Draeko's reactions, the obvious need and submission in the mutt's eyes, and it only fueled his own hungry desires even more. He leaned back in, their lips brushing together, his tongue darting out to taste the other's lips once again, pulling away just as quickly, leaving Draeko panting and clawing at Kanai's waist band, pulling on them and dipping his hand within the confines of the the fabric.

The navy haired man caught his breath as Draeko started to pump and twist his palm around his unsuspecting length. "Quite the....eager little thing he is," Kanai responded breathlessly while Al could only smirk at the two of them.

"Eager is one word for it....slut is another," Al nipped and pulled on Draeko's earlobe now causing him to whimper again. His second hand now significantly moistened came around to the backend of the mutt's cheeks, slipping between them with newly slickened fingers, pressing and teasing his hole. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this," he hissed behind a clenched jaw as he then pressed his middle and ring finger inside of Drae's puckered hole.

Draeko's duo colored orbs widened, his breath catching in the base of his throat while Alistar's fingers breached his sensitive entrance. He started to moan but quickly swallowed it in an attempt to keep a low profile, arching into the touch, a whimper caught in his throat as he tried to push back against the invasion.

Kanai watched silently, his lips slightly parted as he let out little puffs of ghost like exhales for every motion of the mutt's hand.

"I can only imagine what it would feel like to be inside of you, hm? Tight and cozy…so warm against my cock," the red headed demon growled, his voice playing directly into Draeko’s ear drums to be heard by no one but his current property. Crimson orbs burning with a hunger that matched his words. He slid his fingers in and out of Draeko's entrance, twisting them slightly with each thrust, eliciting a gasp and bouncing hips from the hybrid. Between the great waves of pleasure, he could still feel his face reacting despite everything else happening. Huffing, still hitching, his chest caving in as that familiar prickle wreaked havoc on his good time, the cologne strangling his cavities as he stayed squished between the two.

Alistar stretched his fingers inside of Draeko further, his thrusts growing more aggressive with each passing second. The mutt's eyes stretched wider as he felt himself being taken by the other man's savage possession, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I'b....I'b..gonn...a," he whimpered, his voice shaking with lust-fueled desire as the pressure built inside of his slowly closing throat, rising like a high tide it finally spilled over.

"That's right, I want to feel that hungry little hole clench me while you release...sneeze for me pup, gimme a sample, convince me to fuck you," whispering with a thickened hungry tone, the two men, stifling their snickers and scoffs as Draeko's face scrunched up in the midst of his struggle to control himself.

"H'KGSH! Hh'NDKT'ih!" erupting into a smaller fit, he began to convulse, trembling and gripping Kanai's cock tightly as his body shook and spasmed in the midst of his cathartic release. His sneeze was anything but subtle, an expressive and ragged explosion of sound that reverberated the three of them in the dark gym. The red head grunted as he felt the other's walls clench around his fingers while he sneezed.

"Bless you!" they all heard from the furthest end of the large space, Alistar snickered nudging his nose against the mutt’s head. Clearly not everything from this side of the room was going unheard.

"Answer them, mutt," he licked his lips, demanding the other through gritted teeth, shoveling four full fingers inside the man, teasing his prostate.

"T-Thanks!" Drae's eyes rolled into the back of his head, it took every last muscle and cell of strength to not cry out as his cock released completely into his boxers. The hand that had been stroking him now soaked. His own fingers tightly gripping the hound's length while his body spasmed and came. He didn't expect it as much as the other two didn't, the commanding tone, the lewd act in such a public space, the two of them being the hottest men he'd literally ever seen.....it just all caught up at once.

Kanai took hold of the mutt's stiff hand, determined to cross the finish line without any delay. Fucking the tightened palms as he too needed to boil over in ecstasy. His body was tense as he inhaled deeply and clasped Draeko's hand and his own together around the tip of his length while it spilled over.

"Oh, you're welcome!" called the voice again from the shadows. The two spilling over silently, trying not to make a scene. The gym fell over in another deafeningly quiet moment as Kanai and Draeko twitched, and spasmed. Alistar highly amused by the fact they were honestly doing a good job at hiding their pleasures.

"Awesome..." The red head snickered pulling his fingers out of the hybrid's ass now and bringing them up to his mouth, licking them and tasting his essence. "It’s going to be so good when I finally fuck you," He whispered again, more to Kanai than anyone else, while pulling his fingers away and tucking himself tightly back into his own sleeping bag. As they each caught their breath Draeko turned around and in a concerned, and disappointed whimper, spoke in direction to Alistar.

"I-Is that all?" With his lower lip between his teeth, he gazed up at him with desperate eyes while his hips continued to sway. He could keep going all night, regardless of how many times he reached climax in pathetic silence, or how exhausted he became in the process.

"What? You want me to fuck you, now? Here?" Alistar let out a mocking scoff, his eyes dancing with amusement as he glanced at Kanai. The two hellions seemed to be fully aware that they had already laid claim on him and were relishing in their victory.

Draeko's brows furrowed with despondency as the air suddenly changed, and the atmosphere of sexual tension suddenly faded away, it caught him off guard. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to pretend or push away his true desires. He couldn't hide it any longer - he was a pathetic nymphomaniac.

The sound of his disappointments made Al grin ear to ear, but quickly he shuts down any further advances, zipping his bag up to his chin. "What sweet, sweet sounds, you’re cute when you’re let down," he clicks his tongue, words dripping with both admiration and control. "Not tonight, pup. I want to hear you scream my name if that’s going to be the case," he shook his head back and forth trying to keep his own excitement hidden. "We will talk about it once the storm passes, and we’re released,”

Draeko let out a defeated whimper, glancing at Kanai who had already tidied himself up and was now following suit. The hybrid scowled and crossed his arms, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. It almost felt worse than being blue balled. He exhaled heavily, "Can I at least get a cuddle? Seriously?" Alistar, who sounded like he was already asleep, was turned away and pretended to not hear the other’s request. Meanwhile, Kanai let out a nervous sigh and opened his bag again.

"You are more than welcomed to join me in here....should you, desire so," Clearing his throat and avoiding direct eye contact, Draeko offered a warm smile before he inched closer to the tense navy-haired man. After a moment of hesitation, Kanai gingerly wrapped his arms around the smaller figure, feeling his heart racing at their close proximity. They said nothing more but fell asleep wrapped around each other comfortably. Alistar happy to be in his own little world as he slept to the right of them both.

The hurricane rocked over the building all night, the howls of the wind and loudened crackles of thunder echoed off the roof but never the less they all stayed safe til morning, where they could all gather their things and get ready to leave for the day. Each student was excused from whatever classes they had that day, to recoup from the lock down.

"You tryna come to our dorm?" Alistar asked nudging the mutt as they all walked out of the gym. Draeko rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe, if you think I'm that easy," Draeko tighted his grip on his things as he turned to fully look at Alistar now, stopping in his tracks.

"I do think you're that easy....for us," Alistar stated plainly, coming to a sudden halt just before colliding with the mint and pink haired male. His eyes widened in honest surprise as he looked at the mutt, who stood there with a blank expression.

"Fuck you," Drae retorted, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. Al and Kanai couldn't help but silently snicker and shake their heads at Drae's stubbornness.

"Again, you see, I'm trying," Al said earnestly, pointing at Drae with a playful wag of his finger.

"Fine, I'll see you in the dorms tonight," Draeko finally caved, muttering under his breath as they all continued walking.

"That's what I like to hear," A mischievous glint danced inside his eyes as a grin spread across his smug face, he and Kanai making knowing eye contact. They both eagerly awaited their next encounter with their ever-pleasing mutt, the anticipation building within their chests like a drumbeat.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: AHHHHHH this took me so fricken long to get through but I DID it, and might I say, steamy 🥵 Hope YALL enjoyed this, I certainly did.

#oc #original character #writer #fic writer #snzblr #alxkoxnai #snz kink #snz #smut #lemons #snzfet #snzzzzz #snzkink #snz oc #snz fet #snzfucker #snz things

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vampirerodeo779 · 25 days

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❤️🎼🎨📚 (for the ask thing :))

omg i feel so special thank u mutual (answers for @sunsets-and-satsumas Star Trek ask game is under the cut because this is a very long post haha)

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who’s your comfort character in star trek?

easiest question ever. spocj ❤️❤️❤️ Live laugh love spock. I also really like Kirk but more in like a microwave way. that doesn’t make sense. anyway.

I also love Data, Troi, Wesley, Neelix, T’Lyn, Boimler, and Mariner. I love autism.

What are some songs/music that you associate with Star Trek?

Other than the half of Subspace Rhapsody that’s on my playlist? good question. I love Leonard Nimoys music. I have so many of his songs saved and he’s so talented.

A lot of the TOS cast has music actually. Both Nichelle Nichols (Uhura) and William Shatner (Kirk) have cover songs of varying quality. please listen to Shatners Bohemian Rhapsody, it is a necessity.

I mostly watch TOS (and SNW and LD when they come out)(i’ve watched every star trek thing but those are the ones i think about most) so I really associate slower songs with Star Trek. vaguely sad or whistful slow songs especially. I would link my Spock playlist but I barely add to it and it only has 3 songs I think.

What is your favorite piece of Star Trek fanart?

Oh god 😭 I genuinely don’t know. When I was first re-entering the Star Trek fandom, it was mostly for k/s. (just spent 20 minutes trying to find two very specific drawings but i can’t find them). I don’t think i have a FAVORITE though. If i had to pick I’d say any Star Trek art myself or my mutuals make are the ones I love seeing most ❤️

What is your favorite Star Trek fanfiction?

Purposely not linking any of my own works (yes, some of them ARE my favorite; i made them for me lol). But i pretty much ONLY read k/s. I like other ships but k/s is just my comfort 🤷‍♂️ here’s some that I’m reading or have bookmarked!:

Controlled Environment by Obsessed_Wraith— I know they have tumblr but I don’t remember/couldn’t find their handle, please tag them if you know it. This fic is currently unfinished, Chapter 6 was uploaded just today, but it is so amazing! please read it.

We Will Meet Again by Darksknight— I love long fics, and this was amazing. It’s very rare that I fully enjoy an AOS fic, but I think this is just a right balance between AOS and TOS. The Tarsus IV chapter(s?) were beautiful and are probably my favorite part, they were so amazing

Undone by my mutual @greengoddesssmoothie — also an incomplete fic, but the emotional turmoil in the beginning chapters were so amazing! the way Spock is characterized in this fic is just so so so fascinating.

If anyone has fic recs, i am in desperate need for more reading material lol. and also a special shoutout to my favorite tropes: Fake dating/marriage, slow burn, soulmates, and angst ❤️

(also, i personally do not read smut so none of the three above have smut i don’t think)

thank you so much for asking me these questions!! this was SO much fun to answer

#star trek #star trek tos #spock #k/s #leonard nimoy #nichelle nichols #william shatner #star trek tng #star trek voyager #star trek lower decks #star trek snw #star trek aos #ask games #ask game

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pipthehuman · 7 months

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Spirk fic rec: Spice by emio

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Additional Tags: Angst, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, Post-Series, Pre-Movie, Post-TMP, Eventual Smut, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Knows, Gol (Star Trek), Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Pining, Mutual Pining, POV Spock (Star Trek), POV James T. Kirk, Star Trek I: The Motion Picture Words: 276,553

Chapters: 55/55

Summary:

It’s a question of biology. Vulcan biology.

The problem with falling in love with a member of an insanely private species is that it just might take you the best part of a five year mission to work out that the feelings are requited. And then you might discover that he’s already decided that the two of you can never be together.

And what are you supposed to do if he won’t tell you why?

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This fic is one of the best I've ever read. It's even better than the summary. It is beautifully written and everyone is perfectly in character. Idk how to properly write a review, but this fic is fr fr amazing. Like, god tier. Please, please just read it. Also check out everything else by this author too, because it's also awesome.

#spirk #star trek #spock #fic rec #fic #fanfiction #jim kirk #star trek tos #tos #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Prologue

Duo: Sugar daddy Leonard Burns, Black fem y/n- so black features, setting is a modern au

Relationship status: Sugar daddy/sugar baby (does it evolve into something else, idk we finna see that) both are possessive towards each other

Content warning: A lil' sprinkle of plot, no joking from the beginning this is too smutty panty sniffing( for some reason he really nasty- kept it as a gift), daddy kink, age gap (y/n is in her mid -twenties and Leo is his early fifties), dry humping, cunnilingus, clitoris bumping nose of the person giving oral(f! receiving-idk what to call it really), fingering, squirting, licking arousal from fingers...

pet name use such as dove, honey, darling, my girl and cinnamon bun (I’m wheezing)

Aperçu: y/n is someone that had never given a second thought to the idea of dating. But now because she is in her mid twenties, she decides that it wouldn’t be that bad to give it a try. Thanks to her friends, she explores the world of dating through a different kind of lens that is none other than the sugar daddy bubble. Let’s see where this journey leads her to…

word count: 4 k sum

Well, you had what could represent a happy life. You had friends, a roof over your head and you were a self made person. Every single thing you had ever owned you had financed it, you did not like gifts, it felt really awkward and inappropriate to accept them just like that. Let’s say ma raised an independent woman, right?! Also something that made you quite unique compared to your friends is that you have never been interested in men!( This my specific case but the gag is I don’t really feel attraction towards anyone really) and sometimes you did wonder if something was wrong with you.

You decided to discuss with your friends about that matter and see if there was a possibility for you to develop a lil’ game in the dating sphere. You had discussed plenty of options with them but you had never really found common ground until the idea of being a sugar baby was announced. At first, you were like there is no way I’ll trade my cunny for some old fart like that even if he rich as fuck! But then your friends Bianca, Theresa and Marjorie had all the tea on how to get you to join the community (I deadass thought about getting one but the the independent feminist my mum raised could not do it!) They went over all the possibilities that could be suitable for you and they had even mentioned this option where you could get a sugar daddy that would provide you with everything and you wouldn’t have to give him sugar.

You thought this was the best option that would be convenient for you. So with your friends' encouragement, you decided to go look up on the site www.sugardaddiesheaven.com( I totally made it up- I don’t think you’ll find something) for a very attractive man that would be willing to cater to your needs and you were surprised with how popular this site was and the reviews were immaculate! Your research did not take too long, something like 2-3 days and you had found your perfect match.

This long haired man was extremely well built, you had to double check his pictures through social media and Oh lord have mercy, how is it possible to have a body like that at that age!?!? You were gobsmacked as much as you were salivating to touch him- wait hold up why is it that I want to touch him like that? Why all of a sudden carnal desire is appearing in my life, hold on AM I STRAIGHT( this is me literally panicking anytime I simp for a anime/manga character that is a man hehe)

You decided to calm yourself down. It was okay to experience these feelings matter of fact, call it relief, because now you finally felt like you had something to hold onto other than yourself and the thing you had always wanted but never admitted it.

You started analysing his profile, he was the CEO of Fire Force company, was in his early fifties, looked like a greek god had sculpted his body among many other features that he visibly had for instance the visible dick print on his tight pants like *clears throat* you do not have a little amount of shame huh, do you?! But that did not matter anyway, you were enjoying every bit of it! You mustered the courage to message him and were extremely nervous, as soon as you had sent it you decided to do something else to forget about it. An hour later, you checked your computer and he had answered. More surprisingly he had answered right away after you decided to leave your room. His reply was short, precise and concise: he asked if you would like to meet him before anything became official.

You both agreed to meet at this new hyped elegant restaurant so that way he could wine and dine you without no pressure at all on a day where you were free.You decided to showcase the body you had built over the years of hard work and honour it all with a simple yet effective hairstyle which consisted of a half up half down locks that would allow you to fully harness your inner goddess. (I love to see black women flaunt their natural hair as well as rocking whatever they decide to rock, it makes me smile so hard that as a result my cheeks hurt!) You were stunning, your brown skin was draped with this backless metallic orange satin dress that perfectly hugged your curves, you had black heels on, the penultimate touch of this amazing outfit was your earrings completed by this discreet purse .

You looked spectacular, smelled deliciously great and were a sight to behold. Your backside was stealing the show more than your actual back was supposed to but it’s fine to flaunt what ma gave you! It didn’t take long to get to La Plaza (I made that up as a place to eat at) by car, the interior had a refreshing vibe, it was fairly modern, and the beige aesthetic defined this place. You parked your car, got out of it and headed towards the restaurant.

You walked up to the reservations employee to ask for your possible future sugar daddy’s last name and before he could provide you with the information you were looking for, the legend appeared behind you and seductively whispered in your ear "You surely were beautiful on your profile picture but," he pauses for a few seconds before continuing "Oh my goodness, up close you are extremely gorgeous."

You were startled, you wanted to scream, it really caught you off guard! You calmly counted until ten and decided to face this person. For a couple of seconds, you no longer knew how to breathe as you were eagerly appreciating the man standing before you. He had a man bun( I really dig these for some odd reason). He was irresistible, remarkably good looking, you certainly won the lottery with this sugar daddy. He had a jawline gifted from the divine being adorned with a well groomed beard, emerald eyes. He already had white hair but that only did increase the magnetism he had.

You knew that he could definitely make you ride his face, give you beard burns(pun intended) and whatnot (foreshadowing). Inner thought -Oh no, I think I am falling for this dude- let me check if I still want money without being dicked down.-

Just admiring him was making you wet and your pearl was steadily pulsing under that dress. The reservation’s person interrupted both of your hazes by clearing his throat and signalling that you were making people behind you wait. This time, Leonard said "May I lead you to our table so we can start our lunch" while he offered his hand. You answered with an unintelligible "Yes" before taking his hand and following him.

While you were following him towards the table, you noticed his broad back, his well built frame and that he also had a nice backside! You were literally drooling so much that you had to stop gawking at this sight. The table at which you were going to eat was fairly secluded from the others, a bit of privacy was necessary. The truth is he just wanted you for himself. Maybe you did not get it but ever since you entered the place, everyone’s predatory gaze was on you.

Therefore, he wanted to ensure you would only be his prize for his eyes to look at. You go ahead to pull your chair but he stops you in your tracks and announces "No, I’ll do it, you are my guest here" and pulls the chair for you to sit down. You nod that you’re well seated and while he goes towards his, your gaze lingers upon his big veiny forearms, biceps, broad back then how huge his hands are.

You know you’re high key undressing him with your eyes but again *cough* he had no business looking like that! He was simply dressed but with such elegance! He had a black buttoned up shirt with rolled sleeves, two buttons open showcasing a lil’ of his torso, black chino pants and brown loafers. He had this watch on his left wrist, a gold chain on his neck needless to say he looked like a snack.

He has clearly grasped that you are enthralled by him, he chuckles and states "You can stare all you want dove, anytime you want and however long you want. I’m only yours" You gasp, you don’t know what to say, your mind is racing, his profile back on the sugar daddy site did not mention that he was this direct. Oh, now you remember your terrible skimming habit and how you tend to purposely not look over things that do not seem important.

You play along and strike your most genuine laugh to tell him "I didn’t think you would say this right away in our first encounter!" He declares the following: "There is no way I am letting you slip through my fingers, I wouldn’t forgive myself If I did such a thing!" You happily suggest "Interesting, you’re good looking, charming, smell extremely good, a gentleman so it makes me wonder, is there anything that you don’t have?" His response is definitely not what you expected but it certainly sparks your interest "I", he begins "don’t have you by my side yet. After that is settled I will not need anything else".

You exclaim "oooh, I like that kind of answer but you seem too sure for my own damn taste honey!" He bites back with "Don’t worry, there is not a single thing I told you that I can’t back up. Trust me I know what I am talking about darling" and he winks. You two are in front of each other and you decide to start the conversation because you had not said much from the moment he caught you by surprise.

You express "How would you like me to call you?" He looks up from the menu and answers "Leonard or Leo. You can call me however you like, maybe later you’ll find a nickname that suits me and how should I call you too?" You tell him "Y/n it is." He utters "It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n" ,you respond with "same here Leo."

You start thinking that he smells too good, that you would not mind breathing in this fine cologne all day long because it is really intoxicating. You’re developing some urges for this handsome man such as longing even though being a sugar baby truly isn’t about that also possessiveness is settling itself in your head. He is right in front of you and he is only going to be yours, you tell yourself. His fate is sealed with you.

He orders a Dom Perignon P2 Plenitude Brut Rose for the table that is 1.5 k dollars and you just let him do his thing even though on the inside you are bewildered because he ordered that for the first meal you share.

For him, he orders a Caprese salad, a medium steak, Spaghetti alle Vongole and lemon sherbert. You are going over the numerous options this fine restaurant has and you have finally chosen what you would like to order: for you it consists of a greek feta salad, a medium rare wagyu steak, kimchi stir fried rice, salmon nigiri your fave kind and for dessert a lindt lindor milk chocolate truffle cheesecake.

While you were ordering your food Leonard’s gaze was scrutinising your face, how your make up was flawlessly done, your beauty marks that looked like a constellation upon your face, your hair, your big eyes, your pretty face. He was getting enamoured the longer he looked at it. Then his eyes wander from your face to your shoulders and he sees your stretch marks, how they compliment your frame and add an exquisite feature that makes your uniqueness which says there is no other being out here exactly like you.

It was a delicious meal, you thanked him for it and said that "Pleasure was all mine." He added "A fine woman like you would never pay for anything as long as you are with me."

A few moments later

He signals a waiter to give him something he needs right now that you didn't quite catch, and in less than a few minutes the waiter is back with a folder saying "Here you have it Sir Burns. Is there anything else you desire?" Burns answers "no, the service is excellent as always thank you, congratulate the chef for this delicious food!" He smiled and left. Now, you were intrigued by the folder Leonard held in his hands and soon you dropped the question "Is that anything of my concern?" with an insistent gaze he chuckles and affirms "yes honey ( oh no, he already started) these do concern you more specifically, what could eventually happen between me and you" and he ends his phrase by licking his lower lip.

He tells you that you should join him in his car to discuss this paper and you do follow him like a lost puppy without asking questions any further. His car is of course a luxurious one but he is not the one driving it because he gets in the backseat with you and before he starts talking about the documents he tells his personal driver to wind up the electric window that divides the driver's seat from the back one. He starts talking "So I have a contract with me that designates what you and I can and can’t do, requirements to meet and what I want- to quickly sum up, it is a mutual agreement where I do not deprive you of your freedom and just request 3 hours of your day 4 times a week if possible that you can still negotiate if it does not suit you?"

"Why such negotiations now" you say "a while back in the restaurant, was it all talk then, I am disappointed" you pout your lips "I thought you truly wanted to ensure that I was yours!"

He discloses "I always do this whenever I meet a new sugar baby because not all of them are willing to do this without a written agreement." At this point, you’re becoming jealous. Such questions that emerge in your mind are why is that he had other ones? Aren’t you meant to be my one and only but then it hits you that you have been staring at him and his voice takes you back to reality "Y/n, y/n are listening to what I am saying?"

You decide to become a little assertive, you did not like that he mentioned other girls, any other person other than you really. You asked yourself why hadn’t you found him earlier oh your independent woman pride kept you from it. First, you grab him by his gold chain and lead him closer to you and tell him the following "I want you for me, myself and I only. I do not want to see you flirting with any. other. woman. if I catch you it’s on sight, you finna lose all o’ this”- your left hand goes from the top of your head to your toes addressing what he could potently be deprived of if he does not follow your rules thoroughly- "and last but certainly not least, who I want and what I want Imma get it because that’s how my world works"

His eyes never left yours only when you motioned your hand from top to bottom, he swallows, seems visibly pleased by what he just heard and reveals his conditions "You’re right," you let go of his chain and he manspreads on the seat "I love women that are very much like me, territorial." He adds "I like where this is going so I might as well tell you how I do things" he gets closer to you and whispers in your ear putting his big hand on the back of your head making you lean onto him "Whatever I tell you to do you have to" he pauses and breathes in your ear, this makes you shudder. It is torture. Why is he doing this to you now?! He pursues with is current monologue "no questioning is tolerated, you are only mine and when we fuck, it is your duty to call me daddy otherwise you will regret it" he lets go of your head and looks at his watch "I still have a little bit of time ahead of me so let’s get it started" You give him an inquisitive look and he notifies you with "also give me your g string now"

You were shocked. First: how did he know that you had a g string(This mf had been viciously admiring your backside to figure it out ) and second out of all he could ask you to give him he wants this!? But you knew better, you couldn’t ask after you had imposed your rules upon him so you took your lace g string ( I had Avant-Nuit ones in mind when I wrote this) off and gave it to him. He tells you to put it on his face, sniffing it for a good amount of time with the evident traces of your arousal on it. This mf deadass put your g string in his pocket, you were flabbergasted. As if nothing had happened, he declares "I knew you would smell this sweet, the only thing left for me to do is to give your lovely bud the attention it needs!" you tell him "that’s fine with me shall we start then" He’s like "oh word, get it on then princess remember I’m all yours" and he smiles.

Smut ahead

You lifted your dress up, straddled his thighs, your heated core was right above his strained erection confined by his pants and asked "Can I please rub my pearl on your dick to get off daddy? I know you want me too, your eyes hardly ever leave my kissable lips. You want them on you don’t you?" This man was too stunned to speak and he only grunted a yes for you to start doing your thing. You started kissing him and grinding above his hard on to get off, it was good but not quite what you needed. Grunts and mewls alongside the loud squelch of your wet pussy are the only thing both of you hear. He grabs your left hip grinding in sync with you, satisfied by the friction and starts to shamelessly smack your butt with his right hand. At this point, you don’t even ask him why he is doing it it just feels good so you drop him "Harder daddy, please spank me harder daddy"

"You’re such a nasty woman, you know that"

"Yes, but don’t lie to me you’re into this kind of nasty too"

"Ah shit, I am living my best life at fifty while my girl is getting off on me"

"Yes, yes, yes please don’t stop, I am almost there"

Your orgasm is rapidly approaching, you feel it and all of a sudden he keeps you from moving your hips on him.

"Why is that you’ve stopped me, you are not keeping your promises. I am heading home!" you threatened him but he doesn’t move, he’s just sitting there heavily breathing. So, as you’re trying to quit his lap he tells you "You’re going to get off on my face, I know that is what you want. You have been eyeing my beard for too long, I’m sure you want to ride it honeysuckle."

He commands you to sit down, spread your legs and takes a look at your dripping folds. He exclaimed "you’re drenched, you’re always like this when with somebody else?"

"No," you sigh "this is only for you too enjoy."

He sniffs right on it "I can never get enough of your essence" He puts his arms under your thighs to lift you up a little bit and pull you towards him to have easy access to your slick folds. Before he starts eating you, he mumbles "itadakimasu" and dives in.

He is tirelessly lapping your clit, drinking your arousal, kissing, sucking it. He is doing all of this while looking at you and how you arch your back on the seat. “Fuck, Leo don’t stop, keep at it right there. Your tongue feels so good!”

He hummed and it made your clit vibrate. Your denied orgasm is quickly getting there and this time he plans on giving it to you. You grab his hair and force him to really get in there

( sis tryna drown him oh my days hehe 🤭y/n evil out here)

"I’m cumming" and you start shaking for a whole minute before getting your breath steady again.

"That is one" he utters, with his glistening beard "Now for this time, you ride my face"

"I don’t think it would be a good idea to do that"

"Why is that"

"Well, I wouldn’t want to get a beard burn"

"Ah, you’re right that is why I told you to ride it. You’re the one doing all the work now"

"Ok, you promise you won’t move?"

"Yes I do"(this impatient mf lying, just wait)

He lowers his mouth on your pussy and you guide his head for him to stay put like that. You slowly start to go up and down and your clit continuously bumps his nose. It hurts so good that you are melting into the backseat and you really don’t care if people outside are able to hear you, today you are having the best orgasms of your whole existence! This man was definitely something else, he did pretty much not leave any room for you to compare him to any other sexual intercourse you had ever had. He lets you ride his nose for some time before he takes back control and starts vigorously assaulting your bud, bringing you to your second orgasm of the afternoon.

"For this last time I am going to finger you, is that okay with you?"

"Yes but hold up, you have only gotten me off what about you?"

"Sweetheart, don’t worry about me" he says stroking your cheek "making you come undone is my favourite thing to do"

Then, he starts fingering you and eating you out at the same time. You now know why these hands were big, what they could do and oh my these fingers were long, thick as hell. He did not let you catch your breath for a single minute. He enjoyed the show he was witnessing. You were gasping left and right. He was relentlessly bullying your clitoris, his thick fingers were fingering your cunny extremely fast and you knew that this time your orgasm would be different because of the overwhelming amount of stimulation. He carefully studied all the expressions your face showed, how you threw your head back when he sucked your clit, the whimpers that left your mouth when he did figure eights on it with his skilled tongue. Every single sound that came from you was honey for his ears, you were really magnificent to look at even in this dishevelled state.

You squirted all over his face, you’re surprised too because this had never occurred and you are panicking but also your third orgasm is making you sleepy. Still, you decide to mumble an apology. You tell him "It was not my intention to do that. I did not know I could do that"

He responds "I am glad I was the first one to give it to you and you know who to come back to if you need it" he smirked. He was licking his fingers that were inside your vagina a few minutes ago with a wicked smile on his face saying "This was the best meal of my life thank you, my cinnamon bun" but you had already passed out on the seat. So, he decided the least he could do is keep you with him and take you to his place. While he was making sure you slept comfortably he called his driver on his phone to tell him "Marco, take us home"

"Understood sir"

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Hellcheer

Hurstfield Hall series: Regency AU

Love in a Mist (AO3): angst, slow burn, marriage of convenience | 9 chapters, 35.3k

Sunlight Through the Mist (AO3): rewrite of "Love in a Mist" from Eddie's POV | 10 chapters, 42.6k

Love in a Storm (AO3): sequel to "Love in a Mist", angst, legal drama | 12 chapters, 40.6k

Return to Hawkins series: No Upside-Down AU

Same Streets, New Memories (AO3): angst, futurefic | One-shot, 6.5k

Headlights on Dark Roads (AO3): angst, break-up | 3 chapters, 10.9k

Signal Fire (AO3): angst, reunion | 3 chapters, 8.9k

Drive (AO3): what happens between Eddie and Chrissy on the drive back to his trailer, a bit of angst | One-shot, 2.3k

The Hollow Heart (currently posting): Gothic AU | 18 chapters, ~79k

Joseph Quinn's Other Characters:

(most of my fics are x OFC unless otherwise stated)

Tom Grant (Make Up)

Winter Light (AO3): angst, slow burn, sickfic, post-canon, non-explicit smut | 5 chapters + optional epilogue, 14.8k

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

The Road Forgotten (AO3): angst, slow burn, fix-it, post-canon, revenge, non-explicit smut | 14 chapters, 42.7k

Irresistibly Contagious (AO3): sequel to "The Road Forgotten", Christmas fic, fluff, found family | One-shot, 7k

Billy Knight (Lethal White/Strike)

The Quiet Chaos (AO3): angst, slow burn, developing relationship, post-canon, non-explicit smut | 10 chapters, 36.2K

The Simple Thought of You (AO3): sequel to "The Quiet Chaos", angst, childfree, proposal, non-explicit smut | 3 chapters, 9.2k

Ralph (Timewasters)

All Our Yesterdays (AO3): friends-to-lovers, slow burn, a bit of angst, time travel, post-canon, non-explicit smut | 14 chapters, 53.8k

Come, You Spirits (AO3): sort-of-sequel to "All Our Yesterdays", fluff, funny, spooky, established relationship | One-shot, 4.6k

Time Out in the Upside Down (AO3): "Stranger Things" x "Timewasters" crossover, funny | One-shot, 1.8k

Leonard Bast (Howards End)

Through the World's Far Ends (AO3): Leonard x Helen fix-it, World War I, angst, hurt/comfort | One-shot, 7.2k

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The Firebird (AO3): fairytale AU, magic, adventure, slow burn, non-explicit smut | 16 chapters, 66.7k

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(Oh and, I only post fics once I finish writing them, so you don't have to worry about abandoned/incomplete works.)

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak'#ArkhamArt #February 25 #2024 at 09:06PM

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wordsandrobots · 9 months

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The Wishing on Space Hardware playlist (story edition) v1.0

Hmm. A touch premature, perhaps, but while my grand finale plans include a stupidly ambitious attempt to compose a playlist of songs fitted to each character I’m using as a point of view (30+!), I have collected enough IBO-feeling songs to do that for fics in the series too. Well, I did after committing to the bit and hunting down ones to fit the stragglers. We are 18 posted out of 20, so there’s a possibility I’ll revise this later. But hey! For the moment, I’m quite happy with how this came out. And if you like mixes of British folk, indie rock, Country-adjacent stuff, and Leonard Cohen, maybe you will be as well. (Special achievement: it’s not wall-to-wall Thea Gilmore songs.)

For those of you just tuning in, my post-canon Iron-Blooded Orphans series Wishing on Space Hardware can be found at Ao3 via all good web browsers (probably the bad ones too). Full spoilers for both seasons of the anime come as standard.

Arc #1: Moving on or standing still

A Handful of Rusted Petals – Embers [Skinny Lister]

Long is the distance, hard is the mile / That drags me away from our innocent smile / Where wild is the welcome, the company right / Far from the rattle and roar of the fight

I like Skinny Lister a lot and thought this fit the bittersweet themes of these vignettes rather well.

The Grandmaster – The Game [The Levellers]

The clock ticked past the final hour / Which of the men had lost? and what was the cost? / The glasses now were empty and gone / To wash away the shame, and take away the pain

While not 100% on the money, this song seems to capture the feel of the Elion vs McGillis conflict, from Elion’s side at least.

To Catch a Falling Star – Get Better [Frank Turner]

So try and get better and don't ever accept less / Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest / Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness / Come on now, let's fix this mess / We could get better because we're not dead yet

Gender flip the lyrics and this is basically Yamagi and Shino in this fic to a T.

Fragments of You/Pieces of Me – Injuries [Skinny Lister]

On the advice of my heart I flew / Into the burning sun / And for the life of me I can’t / Find me a way to return

Because sometimes life is at once fundamentally difficult and nevertheless glorious.

Arc #2: Monsters out of the past

Let Sleeping Angels Lie – Call You Friend [Oysterband]

So many times we’ve disagreed / Don’t count the cost there’s a greater need / We sit and watch each other bleed / That’s why I call you friend

Eugene and Shino’s relationship in a nutshell.

Between Family – The Power of Unity [Masaru Yokoyama]

(With full apologies to Mr Yokoyama. I tried to come up with an actual song but using this track is much funnier. Plus, you know. Smut. I don’t tend to spend much time putting lyrics to that.)

I can picture the polyamorous numpties to this far, far too well.

The Ares Affair – Everybody Knows [Leonard Cohen]

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded / Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed / Everybody knows the war is over / Everybody knows the good guys lost

The point where WoSH swerves hard from ‘fix-it’ to ‘consequences of fixing it’.

The Haunting of Takaki Uno – Don’t Dim Your Light For Anyone [Thea Gilmore]

The world is fierce, it's hard as nails / When you do good but goodness fails / You crawl the road that others run / Don't dim your light for anyone

I find Takaki tricky to write because his voice isn’t quite as distinct as Yamagi or Ride, but I know exactly what I want to capture through him.

Arc #3: The pressure of ghosts

Frozen Sunlight – Apparition #12 [Thea Gilmore]

And I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids / I've got promises tattooed to the insides of my eyelids / And I'll be watching when the Richter reaches ten / I bled by these weapons, babe, and now I'm one of them

Two Thea Gilmore songs in a row, I know, but they have very different tones and this is on point for my interpretation of Azee.

Of Obsessions and Erotemes – A Good Song Never Dies [Saint Motel]

There was a moment, a hole opened in the sky / A chance to join their pantheon / For all the times they never heard your battle cry / Now even angels sing along

I only encountered this song recently but I can see Iverson to it, so now it’s their villain theme.

Revolution for Beginners and Polyamory for Dumbasses – Modern Way [The Kaiser Chiefs]

Hold on to the basics / But we can't change all our tactics / There's no point sitting / Going crazy on your own

Had originally penciled in ‘Truth Is’ by the Levellers for this, but I think ‘Modern Way’ is more applicable to the whole.

Under a Crescent Moon – Son of the Left Hand [Duke Special]

In dying light my shadow calls / I watch his fingers stalk the walls / And now in hollow down I stumble on / The rubble of my babylon

Goes harder than perhaps the tone of the fic strictly requires, but honestly? I think that’s probably earned by the situation.

Arc #4: Schemes and daydreams

Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure – Plans [Devil and the Deep Blue Sea]

And I should find / A better way to spend my time / Than spinning grand designs / Every day with you

The story dealing with coincidence and anticlimax felt like it needed something soothing as a soundtrack.

Hope Against Hope – All This And Heaven Too [Florence + The Machine]

And I would give all this and heaven too / I would give it all if only for a moment / That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see / 'Cause I've been scrawling it forever, but it never makes sense to me at all

I listened to this a lot while writing the next story in the series, but it fits Kudelia too well not to use here.

Love, Death and Cannoli – Fire and Water [The Wandering Hearts]

All love's like fire and water / I ask myself, "Should I bother?" / When you look at me with those big brown eyes / And I know what I'll do / I've tried but it's impossible / Can't keep myself away from you

The Yamagi/Shino song as far as I’m concerned.

Fata Morgana – Belgrade [Battle Tapes]

We pretend in the darkness / We pretend the night won’t steal our youth / Singing me the sweet songs of seduction / Let me be the fool, fool, fool / Who will live and die for you

There are many ways to be seduced and become a fool for others. Also I needed a banging tune for what is, broadly, a long action sequence of a fic.

Arc #5: The end of the world

We Three Kings – Bullet [Saint Motel]

You don't stop a bullet that you set into motion / You don't stop a fire when you light an explosion / So then, why would we fight it? Already ignited / Counting down, down, down, down

This story is inevitable. Or if it isn’t, the major events are underway long before our protagonists arrive. And then there’s that one-in-a-million shot...

History of a Catastrophe – Who By Fire? [Leonard Cohen, live version]

And who by brave assent, who by accident / Who in solitude, who in this mirror / Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand / Who in mortal chains, who in power / And who shall I say is calling?

More Leonard Cohen, with this particularly beautiful version of the song, for an exploration of how terrible systems warp people’s lives.

Ragnarök in G Minor – Battlegrounds [Coco and the Butterfields]

Hey, hey, what do you say when you fall down / Hey, hey, go away from battlegrounds / And I, I feel like I'm living just to stop you winning / So carry on, carry on, carry on ‘til I'm gone

It’s that third line in the chorus. That’s the fic. (Or it will be once I’ve written this monster; the document passed 1MB a couple of weeks back, ye gods.)

A Day in the Light – Something for the Pain [She Drew the Gun]

Walls for the wind / Shelter from the rain / Something for the hunger / And something for the pain

This will be the coda to the series. And I feel this song works well for the history of IBO’s setting. A summing up, if you will.

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sleep paralysis - the x-files one bed exchange 2022

For Skinfull (who isn't on Twitter/Tumblr) for the @xfilesfanficexchange One Bed Challenge.

Prompt: On a case, Mulder and Scully share a room with 2 beds, but in the middle of the night Mulder wakes and sees a demon/monster (think the classic sleep paralysis figure) sitting on Scully's chest. He leaps out of bed and pounces on Scully...only there is no demon. Next night back in DC Mulder is reluctant to leave her alone (maybe there are some marks on her arms, chest, shoulder that he thinks are from the demon but she says are from when he jumped on her), and wrangles an invite to her place and then won't leave. And insists on staying in her room with her in case the demon returns.

This is the first X-files fic I've written in a hot minute and I really enjoyed it!! Hope y'all do too <3

sleep paralysis | MSR | 2k, fluff, light smut

He’s not sure what wakes him, initially; he thinks maybe it’s a drop in temperature, or maybe some sound outside their motel room. It would be so easy for him to go back to sleep, to roll over, but he’s kept an eye on her more often than not since her diagnosis.

He hopes he didn’t wake her. He really does. He thinks he should roll over to check on her, maybe; it’s what she’d do, right?

A quick look. That’s all he’ll take.

But when he does roll his mouth goes dry, because there, he sees what woke him. It’s crouched on Scully’s chest, this dark figure with long fingers, longer than they should have any right to be, reaching out toward her temple. She whimpers, and the thing stretches, pinning her down, so heavy and large, practically crushing her.

He doesn’t think. All he knows is he has to get this thing away from Scully. He’s reminded briefly of Leonard Betts, of that horrible phrase you have something I need, of Scully looking small and weak in her hospital gown.

So he throws himself at it, but where he expects to meet resistance, something solid, he only meets Scully’s mattress—and Scully.

She awakes with a shriek, jerking forward so hard she makes contact with Mulder’s elbow.

“Mulder, what the hell?” she asks, before her hands fly to her nose. He apologizes profusely, about to explain, but she waves him off, scrambling for a tissue on her nightstand.

“Shut up, just shut up for a second,” she breathes, holding the tissue to her face where blood is now streaming out of her nose. The sight of it just fills his chest with more panic, because that’s how it’s been lately.

“Scully, there was—”

“I said shut up,” she says. He falls silent, the only sound in the room the whirring of the cheap motel air conditioner and Scully’s labored breathing. He passes her another tissue and switches on the lamp next to her bedside.

“Thanks,” she says, only it comes out more like “Danks,” and the panic is now only overtaken by his urge to laugh.

It takes another few minutes before the bleeding stops, and she sighs, looking at him.

“Would you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing leaping on me in the middle of the night?” she asks.

“There was a demon,” he says. She bursts out laughing before realizing she’s serious.

“A demon?”

“You’re not familiar with sleep paralysis demons?” he asks. “Come on, Dr. Scully, those are a commonly documented medical phenomenon.”

“Sleep paralysis is, and hallucinations during sleep paralysis are also common. Not demons,” she says. “But what, you thought you saw one and decided to valiantly rescue me from it?”

His ears burn. That’s exactly what he thought, and she sighs.

“Mulder,” she says softly, crossing the room and coming to sit next to him on his tiny twin bed, “I appreciate the effort, but I think at this point you might have hurt me more than the demon did.” She indicates her nose.

“It was reaching for you,” he says.

“Yes, but your elbow is what clocked me in the face.” She lays a hand over his. “I’m fine. No demons. Trust me, I’m Catholic.” She gives him a wink before heading back over to her own bed.

“You didn’t see it, Scully,” he insists. “It was reaching for your—your head, the…” He can’t bring himself to say the word tumor. “Like Leonard Betts,” he finishes.

It was the wrong thing to bring up. She abruptly turns from him and switches off the lamp.

“Good night, Mulder,” she says firmly, and before he can protest, turns over on her side. Within minutes, he knows she’s asleep, breathing in that deep, even way she does.

Still. He knows what he saw reaching for her, sitting on her chest. And he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to her.

Their flight back to DC is an uneventful one. Scully was already dressed by the time Mulder woke up, so he couldn’t see if there was any trace of the demon attack on her or not. Her nose wasn’t swollen, or bruised, which he thinks is because of him—if he hadn’t knocked that thing off of her, it would have been far worse than just a nosebleed.

They arrive back in DC by dinnertime, and he briefly entertains the thought of asking if she wants to go get a bite to eat, maybe type up their case reports together, before she gives him a quick smile and he knows the chance is already gone.

“I’m tired, Mulder. Didn’t exactly sleep well,” she says pointedly. “I just want to go home.”

“Home is fine,” he says. She arches an eyebrow.

“My own home,” she says. “I want takeout, and I want a bottle of wine, and I want to type up this report and go to bed.”

“I like takeout,” he argues, and she rolls her eyes.

“Mulder…”

“Come on, Scully. Let me buy you takeout. It’s the least I can do after interrupting your sleep.” He gives her a grin, one he hopes is charming, and it must work because he can see a genuine smile slipping through her annoyance at him.

“Only because you insisted on buying,” she says. “See you at mine.”

“See you,” he says, and heads out to his own car, hope flooding his chest. They haven’t done takeout and case reports since her diagnosis. Since the first night they slept together.

He’s tried not to think about it since—they haven’t really talked about it since—but it awoke this even worse need in him to protect her, one she would hate if she knew about. If there’s one thing Dana Scully thinks she doesn’t need, it’s protection. Especially not from him.

So takeout is good. Takeout is great. And a bottle of wine means he might also be able to wrangle an invitation to stay the night. And if he stays the night, well…

Maybe they can finally talk about what happened a few months ago. Maybe he’ll even get a repeat of it, if he’s lucky.

At the very least, he can certainly make sure that whatever that thingwas doesn’t come back.

Half an hour later they’re sitting on her couch, two steaming takeout trays of Chinese food in front of them. Scully’s eaten about half of her beef and broccoli already, something he’s pleased to see. Her appetite had been more or less normal on this trip and while he’s trying not to make it a habit of seeing how much she eats in case she notices, he’s secretly pleased that she seems to be improving.

“I can feel you watching me, you know,” she says.

“I’m not watching,” he responds, and she laughs, and he wishes he could bottle up that sound. They’re halfway through the bottle of wine already, and she’s had significantly more than he has. He pours himself another large glass, if only to hurry and get on her level.

“So,” he says. “Should we type up those case notes?”

“Ugh,” she groans, and it’s cute, the way she does it. “Don’t wanna.”

“You’re the one who suggested it,” he says.

“That was before you bought me wine and takeout.”

“Also your suggestion.”

“No, the takeout was my suggestion. You buying it was yours.” She punches him on the shoulder. He barely feels it.

But her sleeve rises up as she does it, and he notices a bruise on her wrist, one he failed to see earlier.

“Jesus, Scully, what is that?”

“That,” she says, “is from where you attacked me last night, Mulder.”

“I wasn’t attacking you,” he says. “I was attacking the demon.”

“Mulder,” she says. “There was no demon. You leapt on me in the middle of the night—”

“Because there was a demon pinning you to the bed and sitting on your chest—”

“You thought you saw a demon and you leapt on me and that is how I ended up with bruises and a bloody nose at four in the morning,” she finishes, her voice much louder than his. They’re silent for a few seconds and then she busts out laughing. Mulder frowns.

“What?”

“Come on, you have to admit it’s funny,” she says, pouring herself another little bit of wine. “Sleep paralysis demons. I mean, really?”

“I saw something,” he insists, and she softens, just slightly.

“You think you saw something,” she says. She nudges him with her shoulder. “You always do.”

It’s not a compliment, not really, but he takes it like one.

“So,” he says. “About finishing those reports…”

“Fine,” she whines. “But only if you get me more wine.”

Two hours and one and a half more bottles of wine later, they’re both well and truly drunk. The reports have been forgotten—well. His has. Hers is still somehow significantly more coherent and finished than his. But then, it always is.

“I’m done with this,” she finally announces, sitting back down with a flourish. She glances over at him. “And I’m going to bed.”

“Excellent,” he says. She sits there looking at him for a minute, before she sighs.

“I’m going to bed,” she repeats. “That means time for you to go, Mulder.”

“No,” he says emphatically. He crawls over to where she’s sitting, and she giggles. “No. I am not leaving you alone for that thing to come back and get you.”

“Mulder…”

“Besides,” he says. “I am far too drunk to drive.”

“You had less than I did.”

“Which is still too much,” he says. He grins at her, suddenly intensely aware of how close she is. How if he leaned over just a little bit further, he could kiss her.

She must notice it, too, because she blushes, pulling back.

“You can sleep on the couch,” she says. “I’m going to go get ready.”

They both stand, and she suddenly lurches into him, half-falling into his arms. She catches herself on him and suddenly they’re closer than ever.

“You should—you should go get ready for bed,” he says, and she nods, but she doesn’t stop looking at him.

“I should,” she says, and on impulse he leans down and kisses her, just on the forehead. He thought about kissing her, he did, but he’s drunk and so is she and if she rejected him right now he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

She pulls back from him, smiling.

“Let me go get ready,” she says, and walks off to her bedroom. He sinks down onto the couch, halfheartedly picks at the remains of his rice.

“Mulder?”

He leaps up. He knows that tone, that worry in her voice, knows it intimately.

“What?” he asks, but he’s already halfway to the bathroom. The demon is back, he thinks in his drunk state. He knew it would come back.

He reaches the bathroom door, and blinks. Scully is half in a state of undress, a tissue with a rapidly-growing red blotch on it pressed to her face. Bruises mark her arms and anger flares in the pit of his stomach. Anger and concern.

“Scully—”

She shakes her head. “I’m fine, Mulder. It’s worse than it looks.”

“I’m sleeping with you tonight.”

She gawks at him in disbelief. “Why?”

“Because look what that thing did to you!” he says, and she scoffs.

“Mulder, the only thing that did this to me was you. You leaping on me in the middle of the night because you saw a demon.”

“I did see a demon,” he insists. “Please, Scully, just—please just let me stay tonight.”

For a second he thinks she won’t agree. He feels sober now. Sober enough that if she tells him to leave, he actually might consider it.

“All right,” she agrees. “Fine.”

“And I’m sleeping in your bed,” he says again, and she rolls her eyes, but not before her gaze flicks to the mirror, to the bruises on her wrists.

“Those didn’t come from me,” he says, watching her. “I promise.”

“I know,” she says, and her voice sounds small, scared. “You slammed into me but your hands hit the mattress, Mulder. I remember. And you whacked my face with your elbow.”

“Accident,” he says. “Won’t do it again.”

“Better not,” she says, and again the urge to kiss her is so strong he has to grip the edge of the sink to keep from leaning over and doing it. “I… let me finish getting ready.”

“Okay, yeah,” he says. “I’ll let you.”

He heads back to the living room, grateful they came straight from the airport so he still has his suitcase. He rummages around in it for an old shirt, tosses his current one on the floor and pulls the T-shirt over his head. She agreed to let him stay. He’ll be able to protect her.

He makes his way back to her bedroom, pulls the covers back on her meticulously made bed—the left side. His, unofficially, like so many of her things they’ve never discussed. He knows if he’d asked there’d be one of his shirts in her dresser from when he’s stayed over before. He knows, too, that there’s a spare toothbrush in the cup on the bathroom sink for him, too.

She climbs into bed beside him a moment later and cuts off the light, plunging them both into darkness. His heart pounds. This is how it started, last time. He’d insisted on staying over after bringing her home from the hospital, and she had been too tired to argue.

He’d crawled beside her in bed, and on impulse, she’d kissed him. The rest lives in his fantasies, replayed over and over. The way his hands felt on her skin, soft and smooth. The way she’d said his name. The way she’d tasted.

They way she’d fallen asleep in his arms, after. Safe.

He wonders if she’s remembering it, too.

“Mulder…” she whispers, and he knows she is.

When he kisses her this time, it’s on the lips. She presses against him like she’s desperate, and he kisses her back like that night in her room. She tastes like toothpaste and, faintly, the aftertaste of the red wine.

“Please,” she gasps, and it’s all the invitation he needs. He wastes no time, breaking their kiss only to briefly pull her shirt over her head. She pulls his boxers down with equal fervor, her mouth moving to his neck, then back. He groans.

When he enters her she moans, and he matches her. It’s better than he remembers, better than he’s been fantasizing about for the past month. She is real and solid and warm under him, and she kisses him like she could drown in him for hours. He could do the same in her, he knows.

He comes only seconds after she does, burying his face in her neck as she claws down his back, whispering his name over and over with the same devotion with which she says her Hail Marys.

“I love you,” he whispers into her hair, and when she says it back his heart nearly bursts.

“I love you,” she murmurs back, already curling up on his chest. He’s covered in sweat and so is she but his limbs are so heavy, and he doesn’t want to move, doesn’t think he can.

After a few minutes, her breathing is deep and even, and he knows she’s asleep, just like last time. Just like last time he knows too that no matter what the future holds, right now, she’s in his arms, and she’s safe. And that’s what matters.

There will be no demons visiting them tonight.

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