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"One Night Only"

Word count: 11210 Jennie x Male reader

Consequence – That word reverberates through my mind, echoing off the plush walls of this hotel suite. Each decision, every whisper of action, carries its own shadow, trailing behind it. I know this, deep in my bones. Yet, life, in its fleeting dance, seems to mock the very notion of permanence. The only certainty we hold is the silent, inexorable march towards an end we'd rather not face. We push it aside, cloak it in disbelief. Life, in its relentless stride, continues until reality, unbidden, jolts us awake. So, we find refuge in the fleeting – in the amber embrace of liquor, the smoky tendrils of a cigarette, the heady rush of desire. For a night, just this night, we silence the whispers of tomorrow.

Jennie's breath, a ragged symphony, plays against my lips. Our kiss, a dance of longing, tastes of sweet cherries laced our sharp kiss. Her fingers, entwined in my hair, pull us closer, our bodies becoming one in the moon's silver gaze.

Commitment – that once-venerated word now feels like a stranger's tongue. The thought of being tethered, bound by invisible threads of promises stretching across a lifetime, seemed more a prison than a haven. I've always been a creature of flight, a heart unmoored. Maybe that's why she drifted away – a preemptive strike against a future steeped in resentment. In protecting us from the chains of unfulfilled promises, did I sever the only tie that mattered?

Her skin, a canvas of warmth under my fingertips, ignites a trail of desire. As I explore the landscape of her body, each curve, each hidden valley, I lose myself to the moment. Her whisper, a confession in the dark, "I've missed this," binds me tighter than any vow.

Beyond the confines of this room, the city stretches out – a tapestry of steel and dreams under the night sky. Each light, a star in this man-made constellation, speaks of what could be. Once, as a child, I found solace in the stars, in the steady presence of Virgo among the celestial sea. Jennie, like that favored constellation, has always been the light I orbit, the gravity I cannot escape.

In the lunar glow, her face is a serene oasis, her breaths soft sonnets in the stillness. As I trace the lines of her neck, her back arches, a silent plea etched in moonlight. When our gazes lock, in that infinite moment, I see it – the reflection of myself, of us, in the depths of her eyes, a constellation not in the sky but right here, in this room.

She'll come. She always does.

In my mind's eye, I knew she was entwined with someone new, a high-profile actor whose name evades my memory. Insignificant, really, in the grand tapestry of our story. He's but one of many, a star in the vast firmament of an industry pulsing with life. His mark on the world may be noteworthy, but in her universe, he's merely a passing comet, fleeting and ephemeral.

We had drifted apart, yet fragments of our souls lingered, delicately preserved within the vases of our hearts. Months had passed since our last encounter, since our fingers last brushed, our eyes last locked. Though a year had unfolded since our parting, the invisible threads that bound us remained unsevered. When she called, I became all ears; when I reached out, she was always there. Our souls, entwined through seasons of love, could not fully disentangle. She may have sought refuge in another's arms, yet a piece of her essence, like a sacred relic, remained eternally mine, as mine did hers.

The revelation of her presence in New York unfurled as I was poised to board my flight from Chicago to Toronto, the next chapter in my tour's melody. A spare day, a gift of time, whispered the possibility of a detour – a rendezvous in the city that never sleeps.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing my suite in a golden haze, I reached out to her. The skyscrapers below sparkled like jewels under the twilight's caress as I dialed her number. She answered, a silence that spoke volumes, a canvas upon which our history was painted. Our conversations had become a dance, a playful chase of cat and mouse, with words unspoken yet understood.

"I'm in the city for one night," I murmured, the words hanging in the air like a promise, a temptation. Her silence lingered, a delicate pause on the other end, filled with the muted symphony of her world – the distant chatter of her entourage, the soft clicks of cameras capturing fleeting moments.

"I got a room for me and you," I continued, my voice a blend of hope and certainty. "This is for one night only." The details spilled out, coordinates to our secret haven, as the line hummed with the electricity of anticipation before falling silent. But my heart knew – she would be there, drawn to me as I to her, in this city of dreams and shadows.

A knock fractured the stillness of the midnight hour, a subtle intrusion into the suite where I stood, lost in thought. Above, the sky had donned its nightly regalia, stars scattered like diamonds on black velvet, while the moon – a coy dancer among the celestial array – cast a playful glow upon the city's silhouette. Clouds, thin as gossamer, shifted in the sky, their movements like silk curtains in a soft breeze, alternately veiling and revealing the moon's luminescence. The hour was ethereal, suspended between the remnants of the day and the possibilities of the night.

As I opened the door, she materialized before me – an enigmatic vision at the threshold. She stood there, robed in a chic, form-fitting black dress that gracefully embraced her figure, ending mid-thigh in a delicate declaration of allure. Encircling her legs were knee-high socks, culminating in a daring thigh garter – a subtle yet bold statement of her unique style. Her presence was a striking contrast to the muted opulence of the hotel suite.

Her hair, a cascade of dark, silken strands, framed her face in a perfect balance of elegance and wildness. It fell around her shoulders like the night itself had woven a mantle of shadows to adorn her. The dress clung to her form, outlining her slender arms and the gentle curves of her body, a testament to her poise and the understated power of her presence.

Her makeup was an artful composition, her eyes highlighted with a subtle precision that spoke of distant lands – a hint of an exotic narrative told in the language of beauty. It was understated yet impactful, enhancing her natural features with an artistry that suggested a story deeper than what the eye could see. Her lips, painted in a soft, natural hue, invited a second glance, a lingering focus.

As her gaze met mine, it was electric, a current of shared history and unspoken understanding passing between us. Her eyes, dark and inscrutable, held a depth that was both inviting and impenetrable. The air around her was perfumed with the rich scent of roses, intermingling with the sweet notes of her perfume, creating an aura that was at once intoxicating and comforting.

Her smile unfurled, a familiar softness that painted her features with an intimacy known only to those who had once shared everything. It was a grin that reached back through time, stirring a sea of memories within me.

"Hey," I found myself saying, my words emerging with a hint of a smirk, a reflex born of countless shared moments.

"Hey yourself," she echoed, her voice a melody laced with history. Her fingers, delicate yet assertive, found my chest, pressing gently, urging me backward into the realm we had once known so well. The sensation of her touch was like a key turning in a long-locked door, opening pathways to a past we had carefully navigated.

"It's been a while," her words floated through the air, a statement hanging between us, laden with unspoken narratives.

"Indeed it has," I replied, my voice a soft echo of our shared past. The click of the door sealing us within the suite marked a threshold crossed, a silent herald of a journey into realms both familiar and uncharted.

In that simple exchange, a current of anticipation began to build. The air between us became charged, a palpable tension that spoke of things unsaid, of paths once walked and now revisited. The weight of our history and the uncertainty of our present wove together, creating a tapestry rich with possibility and fraught with the complexity of our intertwined past.

In the soft, muted light of the suite, it didn't take long for our reunion to transform into an entwined embrace on the couch, a fusion of longing and familiarity. The kiss was a deluge of suppressed desires, a fervent torrent that left no room for ambiguity in our intentions. Her body against mine was a juxtaposition of the known and the novel, a comforting familiarity found on unfamiliar terrain. Our tongues, engaged in a private waltz, rediscovered a rhythm that pulsed with both nostalgia and excitement.

My hands roamed her form with an eager curiosity, tracing the familiar yet rediscovered contours of her body. The sensation of her skin under my fingertips was a tapestry of memories and new sensations, each touch reigniting a forgotten connection. The urgency in our movements was palpable, a frantic energy that surged against the sands of time since our last entwining. We were an orchestra of motion and sound, a harmonious blend of sighs and soft moans, a tempest of passion and need. The air around us was thick with the scent of our mingled perfumes, a heady aroma that enveloped us in a cocoon of intimacy.

She dug her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer with a forcefulness that stoked the flames of my arousal. The pressure of her lips on mine intensified, her tongue dancing with increasing urgency. A soft whimper escaped her throat, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Our tongues fought for dominance, fueled by the heat of our desires.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Jennie as my hands found their way, cupping the curves of her ass with a gentle firmness. The motion drew her closer still, eliminating any space that lingered between us. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I could discern the outline of her response, her nipples hardening under my touch. A physical testament to the charged atmosphere that enveloped us. Her body’s reaction, tangible and immediate, sent a wave of anticipation coursing through me.

The texture of her dress under my palms was a subtle contrast to the warmth of her skin, a reminder of the thin veil that still separated us from total surrender. Each breath she took was a melody, harmonizing with the quiet symphony of the night around us.

Jennie's retreat from our kiss left a tangible, connecting strand, a fleeting bridge between us that shimmered in the dim light. Her eyes, dark and enigmatic, bore into me with an intensity that felt as if it could unravel the very fabric of my being. Those eyes were like portals to uncharted depths, brimming with unspoken tales of desire and yearning.

"I've missed this, Owen" she whispered, her voice a soft rumble, resonating with every fiber of my being. She grinds against me, her hips moving back and forth, a tangible expression of her yearning that seeped through the barriers of our clothing. Her fingers, entwined in my hair, drew me back into her orbit, our lips crashing together in a kiss that was as fierce as it was profound. The intensity of our connection, raw and unbridled, engulfed me.

Consumed by her presence, the taste of her lips, the feel of her pressed so close, my hands roamed with a mind of their own. They journeyed beneath the hem of her dress, venturing over the smooth, warm terrain of her skin, each inch revealed a revelation in itself. The sigh that escaped her, a breathless affirmation of the moment, reverberated in me like a symphony.

Our bodies moved in tandem, a harmony of action and reaction, each caress, each undulation building on the next. Slowly, inch by inch I pushed her dress upward, revealing the subtle, sensual landscape of her form. Jennie's breath quickened as her hips rolled, grinding with an increased fervor against me, her nipples stiff and pronounced, brushing against my shirt, an exquisite combination of restraint and liberation. Her arms stretched upwards into the air as I pulled the fabrics of her dress, away from her, lifting its grip from her form, and over her head, which she then tossed casually to one side.

As Jennie's dress slid away, her figure, a stunning tapestry of curves and lines, was unveiled in the lunar glow that seeped through the windows. The moonlight played upon her skin, casting it in an ethereal shimmer, transforming her into a vision of porcelain radiance. She stood there, an embodiment of confidence and sensuality, a modern-day deity framed in a chiaroscuro of shadows and light.

My gaze lingered on her breast, tracing the contours of her physique – the gentle slopes and the pronounced curves that defined her form. Each aspect of her body, from the graceful arc of her waist to the delicate structure of her shoulders, spoke of a silent grace, a beauty that was as natural as it was captivating. Her skin, smooth and luminous, seemed to capture the very essence of the moon's glow, reflecting it back in a soft luminescence that highlighted her every move. My hands, acting with a fervor born from deep within, eagerly explored the expanse of Jennie's skin, a landscape I had once known intimately. The sensation of her beneath my fingertips was exhilarating – a cascade of textures and warmth that set every nerve ending alight. Her skin was soft, yet firm, yielding under my touch with a gentle resilience that beckoned for more exploration.

As I traced the contours of her body, every curve and dip spoke volumes. The softness of her breasts contrasted with the smooth, firmer feel of her abdomen, each sensation a paragraph in the story of her body. The way her skin responded to my touch, with subtle shifts and sighs, was like conversing in a language of sensation, each caress a word, each touch a sentence.

As my hands continued their journey, Jennie's responses turned into a symphony of their own. Her moans, soft yet resonant, were like notes rising from a well-tuned instrument, each one a melody of pleasure and surrender. The sound of her voice, humming in contentment, filled the room with a music that was deeply personal, an intimate concert shared between two souls.

Her moans ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of my touch, crescendos of sound that matched the increasing intensity of our connection. They were not just expressions of pleasure; they were communications, telling me without words how each caress, each gentle stroke was received. Her hums, low and melodic, were the bassline to the higher notes of her moans, creating a harmonious blend that was as compelling as any melody.

After savoring the sensation of Jennie's skin beneath my hands, an innate longing surged within me to delve deeper, to explore her with the intimacy of my lips. I began at her collarbone, a spot often overlooked yet brimming with delicate sensitivity. My lips traced its subtle contours, each kiss eliciting a gentle sigh from Jennie, her skin warm and soft under the tender pressure.

As I journeyed to her shoulders, the texture of her skin subtly shifted, becoming smoother, more resilient. Her responses grew in intensity, her moans a testament to the changing sensations my lips invoked. The scent of roses from her perfume grew stronger here, mingling with her natural fragrance to create an intoxicating aura.

Gliding down her arm, I reveled in the silkiness of her skin, each kiss a discovery of her unique topography. But it was at her armpit where I lingered, captivated by the uniqueness of this hidden enclave. The texture here was more intimate, the skin softer and imbued with a deeper scent that was unmistakably Jennie - raw and personal. Her reaction was more pronounced; her moans louder and filled with a depth that spoke volumes of the pleasure she felt.

As my lips finally reached the crest of Jennie's chest, the change in texture was profound. Her breasts, tender and full of life, responded to each kiss with a symphony of sensation. The delicate softness beneath my lips felt like the most luxurious satin, each touch deepening our connection. The subtle firmness of her nipples, aroused and beckoning, contrasted with the yielding flesh around them.

Gently, I let my tongue dance over the stiffened peak, and Jennie's reaction was immediate. A shiver coursed through her, a physical echo of the pleasure that resonated within. Her breathing became a series of rapid, shallow waves, a delicate soundtrack to our intimate ballet.

Meanwhile, my hand ventured to its twin, mirroring the actions of my mouth. The sensation of rolling and lightly flicking her other nipple elicited from her a chorus of sensual sounds, each moan a note in our crescendoing duet.

When I enveloped her sensitive peak with my mouth, Jennie's moan - "Oh my god" - reverberated through the room. The meticulous circling of my tongue around her was a focused ritual, each motion deliberate and attuned to her responses. The flavor of her skin was a delicate blend of sweetness tinged with the saltiness of her arousal, a tantalizing taste that drew me deeper into the moment. Her chest pushed forward, eager to meet the onslaught of stimulation with an intuitive abandon.

"I forgot how good you feel," I murmured, my voice tinged with a deep arousal, the words escaping almost involuntarily.

"I want to feel you too," Jennie responded, her voice a breathless mixture of playfulness and desire, sending a jolt of longing straight through me. Her eyes, deep and enigmatic like the midnight sky, held mine with an intensity that spoke volumes. Her hand traced a path up my arm, gliding over the contours of my shoulder, then wrapping around to my back with an electrifying touch that felt like a firebrand on my skin.

With an urgency that mirrored our rising passions, she tugged at my shirt, a silent beckoning for me to shed the last barrier between us. In a swift, seamless motion, Jennie peeled my shirt away, her hands immediately finding the warmth of my bare chest. Her initial feather-light touch quickly intensified, her fingers becoming more assertive, tracing and exploring my skin with a growing fervor that matched the beat of our racing hearts.

As Jennie began to mirror the way I had cherished her body, the intensity of the experience magnified. Her lips traced a path down my neck, each kiss a delicate imprint that seemed to sear into my memory. The sensation of her mouth moving across my skin was both soft and fervent, a contradiction that sent waves of pleasure through me.

Her hands, emboldened by her desire, explored the landscape of my torso. The contrast of her delicate fingertips against the firmness of my muscles created an exhilarating dance of sensations. The pressure of her touch varied, sometimes feather-light, other times more assertive, mapping the contours of my body with an attentiveness that was almost reverent. Each caress seemed to speak volumes, communicating her appreciation and desire in a language beyond words.

As she reached my chest, her exploration became more intense. The sensation of her lips against my skin was like an electric current, each kiss a spark that ignited deeper, more primal feelings within me. Her breath, warm and uneven against my skin, her soft murmurs and occasional sharp expletives, added to the crescendo of sensations, making every moment feel more heightened, more vivid.

In the midst of this exchange, a thought flickered through my mind, unbidden yet insistent. I wondered if her nights with her boyfriend held the same intensity, the same unbridled passion that we were experiencing. Was there the same depth of connection, the same exploration of senses? The thought was a sharp contrast to the immediacy of our encounter, a jarring reminder of the reality beyond this room.

Yet, as quickly as the thought came, it was swept away by the tide of our passion. The here and now was all that mattered - the feeling of her hands on me, the taste of her lips, the sound of her soft exclamations. In this moment, nothing else existed but the intensity of our rekindled connection, a fervor that seemed to eclipse all else.

"Fuck! I need your dick in my mouth," Jennie's voice was thick with desire as she slid off my lap. Her hands, eager and insistent, found their way to the waistband of my sweatpants. With a swift, almost ravenous movement, she tugged them down, freeing my aching arousal. It stood, hard and throbbing, just inches from her face. Her eyes, alight with a fiery blend of lust and hunger, locked onto mine.

"You can have it tonight," I responded, my voice a deep rumble of desire, as her small, delicate hands encircled me. The contrast of her soft touch against my hardness only heightened the moment.

"All of it?" Her question was laced with a seductive confidence, her eyes burning with an intensity that spoke volumes of her desire. I could only nod, caught up in the moment's gravity.

Leaning forward, Jennie's lips parted slightly, and she drooled over a thick glob of saliva that landed precisely on the tip. The warm fluid began to trickle down, glistening in the dim light. She deftly used her fingers to spread it, coating me in a sheen that was both slick and inviting. My entire being was alight with sensation, every nerve ending attuned to her movements as she began to work her hand along my length. Her grip was firm, her movements measured, each stroke a deliberate act of provocation.

Jennie's movements became more intense as she tilted her head, sweeping her hair to one side with a free hand while maintaining her fervent stroke. Her gaze remained locked with mine, a fiery blend of intensity and curiosity as she leaned down. The first sensation was the heat of her breath, a hot, moist whisper against my skin. Then came the slow, deliberate touch of her tongue, tracing a circle around the tip. The electricity of her touch sent a tremor through my body, a visceral reminder of our past intimacy.

As Jennie's lips enveloped the crown, the sensation was both familiar and overwhelming. Her tongue skillfully danced and teased, each movement deliberate and laden with sensation. The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped me further, each motion a blissful exploration. Time seemed to stretch and warp, the world outside our bubble ceasing to exist in the wake of her expert ministrations.

Her soft moan, vibrating around me, amplified the sensation, sending shockwaves through my body. I was caught in a spellbinding haze of pleasure, each movement she made bringing me closer to the edge of surrender. The combination of her lips, tongue, and the soft vibrations of her moans created an indescribable tapestry of pleasure, leaving me utterly enraptured.

"Holy Shit!" I couldn't hold back the moan as I found support against the couch's frame, my arms stretched out for stability. The intensity of Jennie's movements sent waves of pleasure through me, causing my head to thrash back in ecstasy. My heart raced uncontrollably, every beat echoing the mounting need within me.

Jennie's hair, a dark cascade, framed her face as she moved with a precision that was nothing short of masterful. The sensation of her lips, sliding rhythmically along my length, was unparalleled. Her ability to take me fully, her breath steady through her nose, spoke of an expertise that was both awe-inspiring and deeply arousing. The way her cheeks hollowed, the hungry suction, the repeated swallowing of my length – it was a dance of intensity and passion.

She occasionally paused, deliberately choking on the tip to gather saliva, which she then used to lubricate my entire length, enhancing the ride with each slick, smooth movement. Every action, every technique of hers was a testament to her skill, her dedication to the act transforming it into something akin to fervent devotion. The pleasure she bestowed was not just physical; it was an experience that transcended the mere act, elevating it to a form of worship.

As I felt the tide of climax beginning to rise within me, I instinctively wanted to prolong this intense experience, to savor more of Jennie's body. Gently, I tried to guide her head away, signaling my intention to pause, but she was resolute. Her determination was clear; she was intent on bringing me to the edge right then and there.

My attempts to ease her off were met with a firm slap of her hand against mine, a silent but emphatic message that she wasn't done yet. "You're giving this to me now, and you're giving me more later," she declared with a commanding tone that brooked no argument. Her eyes, alight with a fierce desire, locked onto mine, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Jennie intensified her movements, her lips and hand working in perfect tandem. The sight of her, so engrossed in the act, her hair framing her focused expression, was utterly captivating. Each movement of her head, each stroke of her hand, was a masterful balance of pressure and rhythm, pushing me closer to the brink.

The sensory overload was overwhelming - the sight of her dedication, the feel of her mouth and hand, and the sounds of our shared pleasure filling the room. Jennie's technique was a perfect symphony of movements, each one bringing a higher crescendo of sensation, making it impossible to think of anything but the imminent and intense climax.

As the moment approached, a feeling akin to a tempestuous sea churned in my stomach, a wave of pleasure building, threatening to crest. Jennie, attuned to my nearing edge, let out a moan that mingled with the surge within me, intensifying the inevitable release. Overwhelmed, I succumbed to the climax, an eruption of sensation, met by Jennie's unwavering embrace. Her lips formed a perfect seal around me, her rhythmic strokes ensuring not a single moment was lost.

Her gaze remained locked with mine throughout, a mirror of pure satisfaction as she swallowed, taking in every part of the experience. In her eyes shone a prideful gleam, a recognition of her own prowess in guiding me to this point of surrender. Her delight was palpable, a silent celebration of the control she wielded, the pleasure she had drawn out.

As the waves subsided, leaving a trail of bliss in their wake, Jennie finally drew back, the connection gently severed, leaving us both in a state of breathless reprieve. She then picked up my shirt from the floor, using it to delicately wipe away the remnants of our encounter from her mouth and hands, her actions as deliberate and composed as they had been in the height of our passion.

Reeling from the intensity of my climax, I found myself being gently but firmly drawn back to the present by Jennie. Her lips met mine in a kiss that was soft yet charged, the taste of myself on her tongue adding a complex layer to our connection. This was more than just physical; it was an exchange of unspoken promises, a dance of intimacy and understanding.

"I'm not done with you. You brought me here, we're gonna make the most of it," she whispered against my lips, her tongue playfully darting out to trace my bottom lip. With a sudden shift, she grasped my hand and led me towards the bed, her movements fluid and purposeful.

As we moved through the suite, the sounds of the city outside filtered through the windows – the distant hum of traffic, the soft murmur of voices, the occasional siren. These were the symphonies of the night, the backdrop to our unfolding story. The room's lighting cast a soft, ambient glow, painting everything in a hue of warmth and intimacy.

As Jennie gracefully made her way onto the bed, her back presented a captivating sight. The arch of her spine flowed into the gentle swell of her hips, each movement accentuating the allure of her lower back and hips. Clad in a small black thong, her hips were teasingly framed, the fabric nestled seductively in the crevice, hinting at the hidden treasures yet to be revealed.

As she reached the center of the bed, Jennie slowly maneuvered herself into a captivating position. Her legs, long and elegantly toned, were raised and folded in a 'W' shape, an enticing display of both vulnerability and invitation. This pose accentuated the length of her legs, the curvature of her hips, and the delicate symmetry of her figure. The knee-high socks she wore added a contrasting element of innocence and playfulness to her otherwise exposed form.

Then, as if compelled by a force beyond her control, Jennie's hands embarked on a tantalizing exploration of her own body. They traced the contours of her breasts with a languorous care, each touch a study in self-adoration. The slow, deliberate movements of her fingers were hypnotic, accentuating her allure in the dimly lit room.

The transformation in Jennie's appearance since our earlier encounter was striking. Her makeup, now smudged and spread, lent her an air of wild abandon, while her hair, disheveled and untamed, framed her face in a chaotic halo. This raw, disordered state only heightened her appeal, lending her a captivating, almost intoxicating aura of realness.

Reclining gracefully, she ran a finger tantalizingly over her lips – lips that still bore the evidence of our previous passion. She continued her seductive journey, her finger tracing a path down her neck, over the gentle swell of her chest.

"come here..." she gestured over for me to join her on the bed, her tone both commanding and inviting. She turned to lay on her back, the sight of her body beckoning me forward.

Still covered by a black thong, her most intimate area was teasingly concealed, yet the way she moved hinted at what was to come. As I stepped closer, drawn in by the magnetic pull of her presence, Jennie reached down with a tantalizing slowness. Her fingers hooked onto the thin fabric of the thong, sliding it off in a motion that was nothing short of seductive. The removal of this final barrier revealed her in full, a breathtaking vision of desire laid bare before me.

In a move that was both deliberate and revealing, Jennie reached down, her hands delicately pulling at the skin on her inner thighs. This gesture was an open invitation, a welcome for my eyes to feast upon her most intimate self. As she gently parted her skin, the hidden beauty of her entrance was unveiled, a sight that was both intensely private and undeniably captivating. Her entrance glistened, its moist perfection a testament to the intensity of her arousal.

As I crawled forward onto the bed, the sensation of the soft, plush sheets against my hands was immediately noticeable. The fabric was smooth and fine, a stark contrast to the fervent energy that filled the room. Each movement I made caused the sheets to shift ever so slightly, creating a subtle but distinct sensation against my skin.

The bed itself was an island in the midst of our passion, its surface both yielding and supportive, a perfect backdrop for the intensity of the moment. As I found my place between Jennie's legs, the bed seemed to embrace us, its softness enveloping us in a cocoon of comfort and intimacy.

Jennie's body was a canvas of desire, painted with the colors of her own passion. Her skin, creamy and fair, glistened with sweat and moisture, reflecting the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table. Her hair framed her face in a halo of darkness, accentuating her delicate features. Her breasts, small and plump, rose and fell with each shallow breath she took, their nipples hard and erect beneath the thin sheet that covered her.

As I looked at her from my position between her legs, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. She was naked and vulnerable, yet there was a strength in her that spoke volumes. It was as if she had shed all pretenses of modesty and embraced her true self - a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it.

Jennie's hands moved with purpose across her body, tracing lazy circles around her nipples before dipping down to explore the sensitive flesh between her legs. Her fingers were long and slender, each one ending in a sharp claw that seemed to dig into her skin with every movement. She moved with an intensity that was both mesmerizing and intimidating - a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it.

As I watched her touch herself, my own body began to respond to the sight before me. My heart raced in my chest as I felt my own erection begin to stir beneath my sweatpants. The thought of being with Jennie again - of feeling her body against mine - was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to her entrance - that intimate place where she had given herself so completely to me before. As I crawled closer between her legs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the sight before me. It was as if I were witnessing something sacred - something that belonged only to us two.

Jennie's entrance was like nothing I had ever seen before - a perfect blend of delicate petals and firm muscle. The pink flesh was soft yet firm beneath my fingertips as I traced them over the surface. The scent of wetness mingled with the aroma of sweat and lust as I explored every inch of this intimate place that belonged solely to Jennie.

As I teased her entrance with my fingers, Jennie moaned softly - a sound that sent shivers down my spine as it echoed through the room. Her body tensed beneath me as she reached out for me - drawing me closer until our bodies were pressed together in an intimate embrace that seemed to transcend time itself.

I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. Jennie's entrance was like nothing I had ever seen before - a perfect blend of delicate petals and firm muscle. The pink flesh was soft yet firm beneath my fingertips as I traced them over the surface. The scent of wetness mingled with the aroma of sweat and lust as I explored every inch of this intimate place that belonged solely to Jennie. As I teased her entrance with my fingers, Jennie moaned softly - a sound that sent shivers down my spine as it echoed through the room. Her body tensed beneath me as she reached out for me - drawing me closer until our bodies were pressed together in an intimate embrace that seemed to transcend time itself.

I closed my eyes and let out a low moan as I savored the scent of her pussy, allowing it to permeate my senses and fill me with a desire that was both insatiable and exhilarating. My tongue darted out, eager to explore the fleshy depths of her entrance, and I licked the outer folds with a gentle, exploratory motion. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - sweet and salty, with just a hint of tanginess that spoke of her natural chemistry. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I found myself wanting more and more with each passing moment.

As my fingers delved deeper into her fleshy thighs, I felt a surge of pleasure course through me. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine with each lick and suck. Her body pulsed beneath me, her hips undulating in rhythm with my movements, as if we were two dancers in perfect harmony. The sound of her soft moans filled the air, adding to the sensory experience. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the texture of her flesh beneath my fingertips, and the taste of her juices on my lips. Every sensation was amplified, every detail was vivid, and I found myself completely immersed into her.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for the view before me - it was as if I were witnessing something holy - something that belonged only to us two. With each flick of my tongue, a symphony of sensations unfolded, like a tapestry of flavors and textures. I navigated the labyrinthine depths of her crevices, discovering hidden chambers and secret alcoves that ignited my senses. The taste of her essence, both sweet and musky, mingled with the salty tang of her sweat, creating a heady elixir that intoxicated me. The warmth of her body radiated through my skin, enveloping me in a cocoon of desire. The taste intensified, the sweetness fading into something richer and more intricate - a taste that spoke of depth and complexity that mirrored our own bond.

As I delved deeper into her entrance with my flicking tongue, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what we were doing together. The world outside faded away, leaving only the raw, unapologetic sensations that coursed through our veins. Our bodies were connected by desire and passion, and we explored each other's with a sense of freedom and abandon. The taste of her essence was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it. The salty tang of her sweat mingled with the sweetness of her body, creating a heady elixir that left me dizzy with pleasure. The warmth of her body radiated through my skin, enveloping me in a cocoon of desire. It was a moment of pure sensory exploration - an exchange of pleasure that transcended words or actions. It didn't matter that she was with someone, all that mattered was what we both wanted - needed..

"Oh my God!" As her slender fingers delved into the silken strands of my hair, a guttural moan escaped her lips, echoing through the dimly lit room like a siren's call. Her touch was a symphony of sensations, each caress sending shivers down my spine. It was as if she was weaving a spell, ensnaring me in a web of desire with every delicate pull and tug. "You're so good at that, Owen" Her teeth sank into the softness of her lower lip, drawing a crimson bead of blood. The skin of her neck tightened, corded muscles standing out like delicate ridges beneath the surface. A low, guttural growl escaped her throat, a primal sound that reverberated through the room.

My tongue, a fervent explorer, ventured beyond the silken folds of her womanhood, tracing the contours of her hidden desires. Each delicate stroke ignited a symphony of sensations, a chorus of whispers reverberating through her core. Her body, a finely tuned instrument, responded with a tremor, a ripple of anticipation coursing through her limbs. She writhed in agony, her limbs trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. Her stomach twisted and churned, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within her core. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolling with ecstasy as her body surrendered to the sensations coursing through her veins.

Her head arched back, a gasp escaping her lips as my tongue ventured forth, seeking the epicenter of her desire. My lips moved in a circular motion, teasing and tormenting her sensitive nub, each revolution igniting a fiery burst of pleasure that rippled through her body. Her legs tightened around my head, her toes curling in ecstasy as her hips bucked involuntarily. One of my fingers slipped down between the silken folds of her entrance, circling and probing, adding an extra layer of stimulation. The combination of my tongue and finger was too much for her, sending her spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy.

The room filled with the symphony of her moans, a primal melody that echoed off the walls. Her body writhed beneath me, her curves undulating like waves crashing against the shore. I could feel her heat and her wetness, taste her desire and her passion. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the sensations that swirled around us like a maelstrom. My finger continued its relentless assault, tracing the contours of her entrance, teasing and probing at its delicate folds. My tongue flicked and danced across her clit, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She was a marionette in my hands, her body contorting and twisting at my every whim. Her fingernails dug into my back, leaving moon-shaped marks on my skin. I basked in the pain, a manifestation of her unyielding passion.

Diving deeper into Jennie's silken depths, I felt her body tremble beneath me, her breath hitching in ragged gasps. My tongue danced across her heated folds, swirling and teasing like a mischievous sprite. Each touch sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her core, her moans escalating into a desperate symphony that filled the room. Her hips arched involuntarily, seeking more of my fervent ministrations.

With one hand buried between her legs, I reached up with the other, exploring the smooth expanse of her toned stomach. My fingers traced the contours of her abs, teasing and tormenting her sensitive navel. She arched her back, her hips bucking wildly as my tongue danced across her clit. I could feel her heat and her wetness, taste her desire and her passion. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the sensations that swirled around us like a maelstrom.

As I continued to lick and suck at her clit, I slipped a finger inside her. It slid in easily, coated in her wetness. I began to pump my finger in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit. Jennie's moans grew louder, more frenzied, her body trembling with anticipation. I could feel her muscles clenching around my finger, a sign that she was close.

With my free hand, I reached up to cup her breast, squeezing gently as my tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. Her nipple hardened in my hand, a dark, erect bud that begged for attention. I pinched it lightly between my fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jennie. Her hips bucked wildly, her body writhing beneath me as I continued to finger and lick her.

I could feel her heat and her wetness increasing, a sign that she was on the brink. With each relentless thrust, I quickened the tempo of my finger, driving it deeper into her slick, welcoming depths. I could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching and unclenching around my eager digit, a symphony of anticipation and surrender. Her breath hitched in her throat, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I continued my relentless assault on her pleasure center. My tongue danced across her clit, teasing and tormenting her sensitive nub. Jennie's moans grew louder, more desperate, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

In the hallowed chamber of our love, anticipation hung heavy in the air, pregnant with the promise of ecstasy. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her whispered words barely audible above the fervent rhythm of our bodies. "Owen," she breathed, "I'm so close," and I could feel the trembling of her body, the clenching and unclenching of her muscles.

We were dancing on the precipice, so close to the edge, and I couldn't resist the urge to push her over. My fingers slid deeper into her slick, welcoming depths, the tempo of our love growing faster, more intense with each passing moment. The air was thick with the scent of passion, the taste of lust, and the sweetness of surrender.

As I continued my relentless assault on her pleasure center, I could feel the tension building, the anticipation growing. The air was thick with the scent of passion, the taste of lust, and the sweetness of surrender. My fingers slid deeper into her slick, welcoming depths, the tempo of our love growing faster, more intense with each passing moment. The rhythm of our bodies was in sync, our movements fluid and graceful, as we danced on the precipice of ecstasy.

I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the beat of her heart echoing in my ears. Her whispered words of desire were like music to my ears, fueling my desire to bring her to the edge. I could sense the trembling of her body, the clenching and unclenching of her muscles, as she surrendered to the pleasure.

As I felt her body convulse around me, I knew that I had pushed her to the edge, that I had brought her to the point of no return. The intensity of our lust was overwhelming, a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that left me breathless. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the softness of her hair, the taste of her lips on mine.

Her body, a symphony of rapture, throbbed beneath me, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the room. I had taken her to the precipice, and now she was free-falling into the abyss of pleasure. Her face, a canvas of desire, contorted with delight as she surrendered to the sensations that consumed her. I watched, enraptured, as she arched her back, her body trembling with the intensity of her climax. It was a moment of pure bliss, a communion of souls that transcended the physical realm.

As she finally descended from the tempestuous heights of her orgasm, Jennie lay there panting, her body still trembling like a leaf caught in an autumn gale. The aftershocks of ecstasy rippled through her, her skin flushed and damp with the nectar of our lovemaking. I moved beside her, my heart thrumming in my chest like a war drum, its beat echoing in the silence of the room like a primal chant. As I gazed into her eyes, I felt a raw, primal energy crackling between us, an electric current that coursed through our veins and ignited our souls.

After a moment, Jennie gathered herself, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She looked at me with a mix of desire and longing, her eyes locked onto my erection. Without a word, she reached out and spit on it, her saliva glistening on the tip as she began to stroke me. I moaned softly, my body responding to her touch with a fierce intensity.

"Now, for the real thing," Her breath, a warm caress against my ear, whispered promises of forbidden pleasures, unspoken desires. In the hushed tones of a seductress, she confessed, "I've been thinking about this"

My heart raced as she climbed on top of me, her body pressing against mine with a force that was both

exhilarating and terrifying. As Jennie descended upon me, I was captivated by the sight of her pussy swallowing my length whole, her muscles contracting around me with a ferocity that left me breathless. The feeling was ineffable, a surge of ecstasy that coursed through me like a tempestuous storm, electrifying every fiber of my being. Her gaze bore into mine, a mixture of passion and rebellion, as she claimed my cock in her body.

Jennie's body was a sight to behold, her curves accentuated by the soft, ambient light that bathed the room in a moody, atmospheric glow. Her breasts, full and firm, swayed gently with each thrust, their dark, rosy nipples standing erect against the cool air. Her hips moved in a hypnotic rhythm, her muscles flexing with each deliberate motion as she rode me with a fervor that left me breathless.

The view was breathtaking, Jennie's face a picture of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lost herself in the moment. Her eyes, dark and expressive, were filled with a raw, primal hunger that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

As we moved together, the room was filled with the symphony of our bodies slapping against each other, the wet, slick sounds of our flesh meeting in a frenzied dance of desire, like waves crashing against the shore. The air was thick with the scent of our arousal, a heady mix of sweat and sex that filled my senses and heightened my pleasure, intoxicating me with its primal allure. The rhythm of our lovemaking echoed through the room, a percussive symphony that pounded in my ears and set my heart racing with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," With a guttural moan, I plunged further into Jennie's depths, my body consumed by an insatiable hunger.

"And you're so big, you're stretching me out," Jennie moaned in response, her hips bucking wildly as she rode me with a fierce intensity.

"Do you like that? do you like my cock inside you? you've missed it dont you?" I asked, my voice thick with desire as I looked down at Jennie.

"yes! yes! Yes! Fuck!" Jennie cried out, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lost herself in the moment.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the intense sensory experience that was unfolding before me. Jennie's body was a symphony of pleasure, her every movement a testament to the raw, primal power of desire. And as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, I knew that I was experiencing something truly transcendent, something that would stay with me long after the last echoes of our passion had faded away.

As she began to move, I felt myself being drawn into a world of pure sensation. Every thrust, every movement, was a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. Jennie's eyes never left mine, her expression a mix of desire and determination as she rode me with a fierce intensity. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, a tight, wet heat that seemed to pull me deeper into her body with each passing second.

With a sudden surge of energy, I flipped her onto her back, guiding her legs apart as I positioned myself above her. Our eyes locked in a heated gaze as I plunged deeper into her, my body responding to her cries of desire with a feral intensity.

In this newfound position, I was able to control the depth and pace of our lovemaking, driving myself into her with an insatiable hunger. The headboard creaked against the wall in time with our frantic rhythm, the room filled with the wet sounds of our passionate union. Her hands gripped my back, nails digging into my skin as we moved together as one.

With each thrust, our bodies collided in a symphony of sensations – the slickness of our skin meeting in a primal dance, the soft moans escaping Jennie's lips as she arched her back to meet my every movement. Sweat glistened on both our bodies, beading on our skin like liquid diamonds under the dimmed lights. Her breasts bounced with each impact, nipples hardened and begging for attention. I reached down to tease them roughly, eliciting a gasp from Jennie that spurred me onward.

I could feel every ripple and fold of her wet heat enveloping me, clenching around my length like a vice. The scent of our arousal hung heavy in the air – musky and intoxicating – fueling the fire that burned between us. As I watched our reflection in the mirrored ceiling above us, I marveled at the sight: two bodies entwined in an age-old dance, seeking solace and release in each other's arms.

As I pushed into her further, I raised Jennie's elongated, slender limbs by their ankles, spreading them outward for my access. The visual before me was captivating - her toned thighs glistening with perspiration, her delicate toes curling and uncurling as I kissed and licked upon them. Her thin arms quivered with ecstasy. One hand clung tightly to the bedsheets, the other meandering down to manipulate her breasts, pinching and tugging at the firm nipples that stood upright against the cool atmosphere. Her eyelids were shut, her visage a blend of pleasure and agony as she yielded herself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her entire body.

Jennie pulled me down to kiss her, her lips soft and warm against mine. Our tongues danced together in a frenzied rhythm, mirroring the movements of our bodies below. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath hot and heavy in my ear as she urged me onward. My thrusts did not stop, my body driven by a primal need to claim her once more.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, fueling the flames of our passion even further. Our bodies collided with an intensity that belied the passage of time, as if we were two souls trapped in an endless loop of desire and need. The room was filled with the sound of our moans and gasps, a symphony of lust that echoed off the walls. The scent of our arousal hung heavy in the air – musky and intoxicating – as we raced towards that elusive peak together.

In this moment, there was only us – two people lost in a sea of passion, seeking solace and release in each other's arms. As I looked into her dark eyes, I saw the same longing and desire that burned within me.

Soon after we switched positions, Jennie was on all fours, presenting her luscious ass to me as I entered her from behind. I couldn't help but admire the view before me – her toned backside, the delicate dip of her spine, and the way her hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of ebony silk. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, accentuating every curve and contour of her body.

As I positioned myself behind her, I marveled at the sight of my cock sliding into her wet heat once more. The sensation was indescribable – hot, tight, and wet; it felt like coming home. With each thrust, I could feel every ripple and fold of her inner walls clenching around me, as if she were trying to hold onto me forever. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a primal symphony that echoed off the walls.

In this position, Jennie's body took on an even more alluring form – hips curved in invitation; and thighs spread apart in wanton display. Her back arched gracefully, accentuating the perfect curve of her spine and emphasizing the delicate line of her neck. It was a breathtaking sight, truly awe-inspiring - this beautiful creature beneath me, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, her breath hitching with every thrust I made. Her moans, they were like sweet music to my ears, filling the room with an erotic symphony that echoed off the walls. They were desperate pleas for more, whispers of pleasure intermingling with the rhythmic crescendo of our bodies colliding. The sight and sounds of Jennie in the throes of ecstasy was intoxicating, pushing me further to the edge.

Every thrust was a desperate attempt to fuse our bodies together, to become one with this woman who held my heart captive. Our bodies collided with a force that belied the tenderness of our earlier lovemaking, a raw and primal display of unrestrained passion.

I reached down, my fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine, feeling the soft texture of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her body trembled beneath my touch, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. I leaned down and kissed her neck, my lips trailing a path of fire down to her collarbone. She moaned softly, her head tilting back to give me better access.

My hands slid down her body, cupping her firm buttocks. I squeezed gently, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. Her hips moved involuntarily against mine, a desperate plea for more. I responded by thrusting into her with renewed vigor, my body driven by a primal need to claim her.

Jennie's body trembled beneath me, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic dance of ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as she neared the precipice of release. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat as she writhed beneath me.

I could feel it too, the heat and tightness building between us, the overwhelming need to explode in a symphony of pleasure. It was like a volcano ready to erupt, the pressure building and building.

"Owen," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm so close."

Her hushed murmurs were barely perceptible over the symphony of our pounding hearts and the wet slap of our bodies colliding in a rhythm as old as time itself. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, intoxicating me with every breath I took. I carefully parted the supple curves of her ass, my gaze transfixed on the provocative sight before me: myself buried deep within her slick, welcoming folds.

"I'm close too, fuck! I'm gonna cum" I surrendered to the primitive instinct within me, my hips driving against her with newfound urgency. The soft, supple curves of her back molded perfectly against the harsh angles of my chest and abdomen. Her skin was a living flame beneath my fingertips – hot, slick, and glistening with sweat that clung to her like a second skin. The intoxicating taste of salt and woman filled my mouth as I pressed kisses along the graceful arch of her neck, each one drawing a gasp or a moan from her lips in response.

Such sweet music she made – soft sighs and whimpers that danced in harmony with the symphony of our bodies colliding in rhythmic unison. They were notes on an erotic sonnet, each one resonating deep within me, igniting sparks that threatened to consume me whole.

As the intensity of our coupling began to overwhelm me, I felt my legs quivering, the pressure mounting and threatening to spill over. With a firm grip on her shoulders, I channeled all my strength into thrusting against her - plunging into Jennie with an urgency borne of pure desire and unbridled lust. Each thrust resonated deep within me, stirring up a tempest of emotions that swirled in harmony with the rhythm of our bodies colliding. The sweet friction generated by our union was as intoxicating as it was maddening.

The intensity of her orgasm was like a tidal wave, crashing over me and pulling me under. I could hear her screams of pleasure, echoing in my ears as she came undone beneath me. Her body trembled and quivered, every muscle taut and tense as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. Her nails dug into my back, leaving crescent moons etched into my skin as she held on for dear life. The sensation of her walls clenching around me, milking me for all I was worth, was almost too much to bear. I felt myself losing control, my own climax building rapidly as I thrust into her with abandon.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my voice strained and desperate. "I'm gonna cum."

"Oh my God, Owen!" She cried out, her voice a desperate plea. "Fill me up!"

With a final, desperate thrust, I let go. The pleasure exploded outwards from my core, a blinding white light that consumed me whole. I felt myself spill into her, my release warm and thick as it filled her to the brim. Her body shook beneath me, her walls milking me for every last drop as she came undone once more. With a surge of desire, her inner walls gripped me tightly, milking every inch of my throbbing cock as she pressed herself against my groin. Her body trembled beneath me, the rhythmic motion causing her juices to mix with the heat of my own release, filling her to the brim with my essence. The sensation was overwhelming and intoxicating, a swirl of pleasure and wetness.

The culmination overwhelmed us, a torrent of delight that teetered on the edge of being unbearable. This peak, an oft-experienced sensation, was a mass consumption of joy that stemmed from my very essence. It was like a dazzling white glare, a flood tide crashing over me and pulling me under its swell. The impact nearly felt scary, but in the most positive way. It was as if each sensory neuron in me had been ignited, a harmonious symphony of sensations that left me breathless and quivering with fulfillment.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, my body spent and satisfied. I pulled her close, my arm wrapped around her waist as I pressed kisses to her neck and shoulder. Her body was still trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath.

I looked into her eyes, and what I saw there was a mixture of pleasure and longing, a deep emotional and physical satisfaction that mirrored my own. I held her in my arms, her body still trembling from the force of our climax. Her hair was plastered to her face, sweat sticking to her skin in a way that only added to her allure. She was breathtaking – a sight that I knew I would never grow tired of. As she lay there in my arms, panting and heaving, I couldn't help but think about what could have been between us.

The intensity of our connection flooded my mind with memories and regrets. I thought back to our time together years ago, when things were different. When the possibilities between us seemed endless. Back then, I had felt the magnetic pull towards her – the urge to give myself to her fully, to commit everything I had. But the fear always held me back, gripping my heart like a vise. I was terrified of losing myself in her, of the vulnerability that comes with true intimacy. So I held back, keeping her at arm's length even as we shared our bodies and souls.

She had wanted more, I knew that even then. I could see it in her eyes whenever she looked at me – that simmering desire for the whole of my heart. But the fear was too strong, the habit of self-protection too ingrained. And so she eventually moved on, leaving me bereft and full of remorse.

Now here she was again, trembling in my arms like she belonged there. The old longings came flooding back, mingled with regret. If only I could go back and choose differently, give her the love she deserved. But it was too late for that. The best I could do was cherish these stolen moments together, even as I knew deep down that I would inevitably pull back again. She was my North Star, my guiding light – but one that I could never fully reach no matter how hard I tried. The thought filled me with equal parts bliss and anguish. I held her tighter as she drifted off to sleep, wishing I could freeze this moment forever. --

I draw an elongated, languid pull from my cigarette, allowing the nicotine to seep into my bloodstream as I linger on this balcony, my perch above the dazzling, pulsating cityscape of New York. The night air is sharp, a crisp contrast to the lingering warmth that still clings to my skin—a souvenir from our passionate interlude.

Inside, Jennie is nestled in the land of dreams, her petite frame delicately cocooned in the luxurious hotel sheets that still bear the scent of our shared desire. I ought to join her, to envelop her in my arms and surrender to the beckoning call of sleep. However, a restless energy pervades my being, my mind a volatile whirlpool in the aftermath of our tempestuous coupling.

Jennie, a beautiful enigma, belongs to another now—Yet, tonight, we merged in a wild conflagration of raw desire, our bodies entwining in a dance as old as time itself, lost in a sea of ecstasy. I staked my claim on every inch of her, driven by a primal need to etch myself into her memory, an indelible mark she'd never be able to erase. Her nails etched a path of fervor down my back, her cries a symphony spurring me forward as we hurtled towards the precipice of oblivion. And when that moment of release arrived, it was a cataclysm—a searing flash of divine perfection that shattered us, only to rebuild us anew.

Commitment has always been my Achilles heel, a specter I avoid with the agility of a seasoned matador. It terrifies me, this concept of vulnerability and surrender. The lessons life has imparted have taught me that nothing golden remains, so I seize my moments of joy with a fierce grip, refusing to hold too tightly lest they slip away. I prefer to exist in a world of beautiful fragments, a mosaic of fleeting moments, rather than be tethered to a monotonous eternity. These thoughts weave their way through my mind as I exhale the ashen smoke from my lips, the remnants of my vice liberated from the confines of my lungs.

I flick the cigarette over the edge, its glowing cherry tracing a fleeting arc in the obsidian night, a dying star lost in the city's neon abyss. Jennie, she is my Polaris, an immutable point of light guiding my aimless wanderings even when she's a universe away. The distance between us may stretch into miles, yet I find myself perpetually ensnared in her cosmic pull, tethered to the irresistible gravity of her radiance.

Perched high above the city, I cast my gaze downwards, drinking in the nocturnal theater below. A ceaseless ballet of headlights, the urban arteries throbbing with life—cars darting like metallic fish, blaring horns that sing a discordant symphony of the city's pulse. Amid the clamor, a melody tiptoes into my consciousness, a haunting siren's song birthed from the events of the night. My next creation, a symphony of sentiments woven into delicate prose, stands ready to unfurl. It's an intimate piece of my soul, a whisper of my essence, something to bare and share with the world. A tapestry of words dipped in the hues of my deepest longings, a lingering echo of my heartbeat, yearning to resonate in the hearts of those willing to lend an ear;

I'm in town for one night, one night only

I came around to put it down, for one night only

Just one night

Got a room for me and you, for one night only

You wanna ride for a lifetime, this is one night only

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My first fic, hope you guys like it.

#male reader #smut #jennie kim #blackpink #jennie #malereader #jennie x male reader #blackpink x male reader

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seelie-buddy · 1 month

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Let the world be our stage

summary : neuvillette and you meet to watch an opera; you, however, are fascinated by the dance of Coppelia and Copellius which leads to a change of plans

contains : dancing and other sweet things ; fluff ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person

word count : 550

The cryo glazed path shines silver beneath the spotlight of the moon. An eternal waltz, two automatons sway. A gentle serenade echoing through the emptiness of the Erinnyes.

You watch. Across the ice, they dance, and the world comes to a halt around Coppelia and Coppelius.

Music in your ears, the wind in your hair, and a smile adorning your face, and carrying serenity in your heart.

Two automatons they might as well be, but how lovely they are, you muse to yourself. Dancing through the moonlit evenings, and until dawn leaks its colours into the sky.

Oh to waltz, to swing and sway, and oh to be them. To sway into the night and have laughter sing with midnight serenades.... ah, Fontaine had turned your heart into a romantic. A chuckle rang into the night as that thought amused you.

The sound of heeled boots clicking against the tiles breaks you out of your reverie. Turning to glance over your shoulder, you greet the one you were meant to rendezvous with. Approaching you is the Iudex of Fontaine.

"What's on your mind?" He asks after returning your greeting, your smile mirrored on his face.

"Nothing," you shake your head, eyes drifting back to the ice coated stage.

Of course, the automatons carried on, like two butterflies fluttering through flower-filled meadows; all the world but a backdrop for their performance.

Performance... Oh!

"Ah, if you've arrived that means the opera—"

"No need to fret," Neuvillette assures you, and you wonder if his smile was always this sweet, or if the moonlight honeyed the sight. "The opera doesn't start until half an hour. I finished my duties earlier than expected, but didn’t anticipate seeing you here so soon."

"I simply wanted to take some time to admire what deserves admiration," you raise a hand, gesturing towards the waltz under the moon.

No matter how much you watched, it elicited a happy thump in your chest. Everything, from the sparkling ice allowing the two meka to skate through the expanse of their stage, to the perfection in the movements of the dancing pair, it captured your heart and made you giddy. They swayed alike a flower's dance with the wind.

"It's marvellous," you whispered. Coppelia and Coppelius danced, swinging to and fro; a mysterious force attracting them together, pulling them in as they swayed in perfect harmony. It made you think of how the moon circles the earth as these meka so passionately do.

Ah... Fontaine truly was influencing you with its intoxicating beauty.

"Would you..." Neuvillette's words get cut short as he clears his throat, hesitant.

"Hmm?"

"Perhaps, would you like to dance?"

You quirk an eyebrow at the question, noting the bashful tone of his voice, while he watched your eyes reflect the constellations in the sky.

He extends his hand towards you, awaiting your answer.

"Of course," you place your hand in his, your smile only growing wider.

On the Rainbow Rose lined path, you dance. To the watchful gaze of the patrolling melusine, the sight was one worthy of being captured by a kamera.

Under the moon, surrounded by rainbow roses and the faint whispering of music in the breeze, you danced with him.

Smiles and laughter, music and dance, the moon floated high above, and two opera tickets laid forgotten in your pocket.

a/n : there's something about neuvillette that's just peaceful and soothing ykwim? If you liked this drabble, maybe perhaps check out my previous work!

p/s : I originally had a different idea, but then I wrote this (so perhaps you can expect another neuvillette drabble hehe)

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stellamancer · 11 months

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between the moon’s divide (satoru gojo x reader)

notes: uh. a week ago i thought to myself ‘oh i want to write a kiss scene’ thinking it would take me a day or two but no it took a week of me agonizing over... everything lmao.

contains: gender neutral reader, gojo is taller than the reader (as usual), some kind of tension, and finally kissing!!

wc: 2.1k

It’s sometime past midnight when you run across Satoru Gojo standing in the school’s courtyard.

Unable to sleep, you’d taken to the halls. It’d become a habit by now, wandering the corridors like a restless ghost until sleep could evade you no longer. You’d actually been heading back to your room when you’d seen him, statuesque as he bathed in moonlight. You’d been vaguely aware that Gojo was not much of a sleeper, but you’d never run into him on one of your nighttime strolls.

You come to a stop, observing Gojo as he stares up at the moon. It’s very odd for him; to be still, to be silent.

Naturally, it doesn’t last for long.

“Finally here for our romantic moonlight rendezvous?” he asks, his tone playful, his gaze still fixed on the moon above.

You can’t help but feel mildly annoyed that he’s noticed you at this distance. “As if. I was just wondering if maybe you were thinking about returning to your home planet.”

Gojo hums as you step out onto the courtyard, approaching him. "And leave you here? You'd be lonely without me.”

You wait until you and Gojo are standing side by side to respond, not sparing him a glance as you retort, “Actually, I think you’d be the lonely one.”

At first, you don’t think much of the words that come out of your mouth. It’s habit to take anything Gojo throws at you and hurl it right back at him. The words play back in your mind as you tilt your head up to gaze up at the moon. It dominates the midnight sky, larger and brighter than anything else in the expanse above. Something about it reminds you of Gojo, strong, brilliant, and—

Lonely.

“You think?” he asks, sounding almost amused, as if you’d said something funny.

“Probably?” you answer. "Though, I don't know, maybe your home planet is full of more Satoru Gojos and you would all be one happy collective, feeding into each other's egos and all that."

The thought of more than one Satoru Gojo, much less a whole planet full of them is enough to make your head throb with pain. The world has enough problems with one alone.

"...and what if there's no one else there?"

You blink, and turn your head just slightly toward Gojo. He's still looking up at the moon, his expression almost melancholic. Something in your chest aches at the sight and you look back at the moon as if that will ease the pain.

It makes sense for him to think like that, to think his home planet would be deserted— all your lives you've been told how he's unique, how he's special, how he's the one and only Satoru Gojo. The thought, the notion that there could be another like him is near incomprehensible.

(There was one, someone, who came close and he—)

"Then don't go."

The words are barely audible, escaping your mouth like a whisper in the breeze. You're not even sure if you actually said them because under normal circumstances you'd keep such words to yourself, bury them deep inside your heart like a well-kept secret because in Satoru Gojo's hands those three words are little more than ammunition.

And as much as you loathe the thought of giving him something else he can weaponize against you, you think he needs it right now. Even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, his hands remain ever empty, ready and willing to take on more burden. If you're going to give him something to hold, it might as well be something he can find some measure of joy in.

You expect Gojo to cut to the chase and start teasing you. Hesitation is a foreign concept to him, especially with the prospect of something new to play with, but he is uncharacteristically silent. Against your better judgment, you turn your head back toward him and find that he is no longer looking up at the moon.

He’s looking at you.

Your breath stills in your chest. The bright gleam of Gojo’s eyes is a curse in of itself, rooting you to the core. You’ve never been good at dealing with Gojo like this. Stupid as that blindfold of his looks on him, it acts as a buffer, as a shield. You want to look away. You have to look away before the shocking hue of his gaze pulls you in, traps you, ensnares you with no hope of escape.

Gojo moves, shifting into a position that brings him down to your height, facing you fully as he unleashes the full power of his stupidly brilliant blue eyes on you. He leans just the slightest bit in your direction. Your heart rate climbs higher and higher as he inches closer. A voice in the back of your mind tries to remind you, to reassure you: this isn’t the first time that Satoru Gojo has pulled this kind of trick on you, and it won’t be the last. He’ll creep closer and closer toward you, taunting you, teasing you, but the space between you will forever remain infinite.

But then he presses his forehead to yours and all bets are off.

You need to get away from him. Now. You take a step back, to put some space in between you. It might be finite, but some space is better than none. But even though you’ve taken a step back you find that you are no further than Gojo than you were before, your foreheads still pressed together.

What in the world? You swear you took a step back.

Something in your peripheral shifts and your eyes flicker down for just a second, catching the corner of his mouth twitch. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Then it clicks. You’re so used to seeing him using his technique to push everything away, to make himself untouchable, that you often forget that it’s not the only thing he can do. HIs power doesn’t only repel.

It attracts too.

Your heartbeat grows erratic at the realization that the once infinite space between you is now all but obsolete. Like this, you’re far too aware of him; aware of his hair, brushing softly against your face, aware of his breathing, echoing loud in your ears, aware of his lips—

“...what are you doing?” you finally manage to whisper after what feels like an eternity.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you nearly regret them. The question is begging for trouble, inviting it and the inevitable teasing from Gojo. But still you ask— you have to, you need to. It feels counterintuitive, but you need the distraction of his answer and the annoyance it’s sure to bring to cut through the thoughts, the feelings that are threatening to swallow you whole.

You expect his response to come instantly like it always does, but… it doesn't. Something stutters in your chest at the change in routine. Is he being purposely silent? Or is he actually thinking about his words before they come out of his mouth for once?

Finally, finally, he speaks, his voice low and teasing for sure, but there's something else there, diluting his tone, laced in his words. It's subtle, but whatever it is throws you completely off balance. "I thought you said 'don't go.'"

Your mouth opens. You start to speak. But no words come out, instead they are lodged in your throat— honesty and reluctance mangled together in one huge lump. The thought occurs to you to just leave them there, unspoken. But, you wouldn't put it past Gojo to try and rip them free; with that in mind you pull at the words, unraveling them before releasing them into the night air. "…I did."

It's official now: you've gone off script and you both know it.

Gojo pulls back, just enough for you to see his face clearly. You think he's going to tease you for your admission, but instead, he studies you, his eyes probing, searching. You don’t know what for, but with no buffer, no infinity between you, it feels almost as if you are laid bare before the hypnotic glow of his eyes.

Try as you might, you cannot even bring yourself to look away. You are charmed, captivated, enchanted by the spell of his eyes. Any hope for escape is gone and the only things that remain are you and the limitless blue.

Something shifts in Gojo’s expression and you wonder, distantly, if he’s found whatever it was he was looking for.

He surges forward, pressing his forehead to yours once more, angling himself, positioning himself, and his mouth, his lips—

They’re barely there. Hovering as close as they possibly can without even touching. You can feel his breath, warm and intoxicating and it’s suddenly so hard to move, to think, to even breathe with the threat of Satoru Gojo imminent and about to swallow you whole.

He could, if he wanted and you both know it, and yet…

“Not even gonna try and deny it?” he asks, and you can practically feel his lips moving with each word he speaks. His tone is amused still, teasing still, but there's something more to it. It's like a secret, a plea even, interwoven into his words and actions, loud and unsubtle in a way that screams Satoru Gojo.

You don't know why he doesn't just say what he wants right now. Maybe he thinks it's more fun to try and be coy about it. Or maybe he thinks if he actually says it, you'll refuse like you always do, because you never think he really means it when he says it.

But right now, you think Gojo might.

You think he might really want to kiss you.

This is your last chance, you think, your lips parting, your response heavy in your mouth. Whatever happens from here on out hinges entirely on what you say next. It’s not just about trying to deny what you said anymore; it's about denying whatever the hell is actually going on between you and Gojo. All this time, you've been turning a blind eye to things, adamant that there's nothing there— that Gojo is just a colleague and nothing more. And despite that, despite everything, he pushed and shoved his way into your heart like it's where he's belonged all along. Those three little words are undeniable proof that there's something between the two of you and it's awfully kind of him to let you try and deny it.

But can you?

"...no."

The realization settles in your chest, heavy yet liberating as you breathe the word into the air. You can’t— you won’t deny it, deny him.

Not any more.

Gojo’s entire body goes still, but then his hands are cupping your face, long fingers splayed across your cheeks. He’s holding you like a treasure, his touch reverent. Gojo presses his forehead to yours once more; his breath caresses you once more and you think that maybe, for the first time in his life, Satoru Gojo knows hesitation, feels it running through his veins as the space between your lips and his grows more and more infinitesimally small.

You like to pretend that you'd never given much thought to how your first kiss with Gojo would go, but you never would have thought that it would be like this— gentle and sweet. But despite that, it feels almost like your chest is going to burst as he fills your lungs, your veins, your entire being.

For just a moment, you think he’s about to pull away, and your body reacts of its own accord, reaching out for him, keeping him close. It’s at this moment that the kiss shifts into something more hungry, more desperate. Gojo’s lips part, his tongue swiping against your lips, begging you to do the same.

You do not deny him.

Eventually, eventually you pull away, dazed and out of breath, but Gojo doesn’t let you go too far, his arms wrapping around you. A silence settles around the two of you as you stand there, bathing in moonlight.

Of course, it doesn’t last for long.

“You’re really down bad for me, huh,” Gojo remarks, his voice infuriatingly smug.

You rip yourself from his grasp... or, at least, you try to. What you manage to do is free yourself enough so that you can look at his face. Naturally he’s beaming, all too pleased by everything that’s going on, his eyes shining brighter than any star in the sky.

The words you normally say, the words you usually say, try to force their way out of your mouth, but you catch them before they do. You’ve decided, you remind yourself, you won’t deny him any more.

“...guess I am,” you answer, as casually as possible, then you add, as a cheeky afterthought, “And what about you?”

The grin on Gojo’s face widens as he leans in and that’s how your second kiss begins.

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queenshelby · 7 months

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Our Little Secret (Part Nine)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Brief Mention of Stillbirth

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Minutes later...

Danielle still lay sprawled across the king-size bed, draped in satin sheet covers, the gentle rhythmic snores confirming she hadn't stirred even since Cillian had left the room. She must have been exhausted, leaving Cillian free to explore his urges undetected. Even now, hours later, her breath rose and fell steadily, unaware of the turmoil raging below her slumbering form.

Cillian joined her in bed again, still carrying your scent on his skin. He moved closer to where his wife lay, barely perceptible in the dim moonlight streaming through the window.

His mind was turmoil, filled with a mix of regret and guilt. His heart raced. Innocent tears trickled down his cheek, echoing his inner conflict. One part yearned for family and stability while the other half craved both, desire and lust for the unexpected and forbidden.

Danielle murmured in her sleep, turning onto her side, throwing her arm around Cillian's chest instinctively.

He cautiously placed an arm around her waist, trying to find comfort in her embrace despite his wandering thoughts. However, deep down, he was troubled. His mind kept drifting back to the passionate encounter he shared earlier with you. Cillian couldn't help but compare your encounters—one full of desire and hunger, the other shrouded in guilt and secrecy. How did he end up in this situation? Why was he drawn to you?

Was it because you represented everything Danielle lacked, including, passion and freedom? Or perhaps it was simply the fact that you shared an intense chemistry and mutual understanding that went beyond mere carnal desires.

Cillian tossed and turned, struggling to find solace in the arms of his seemingly content wife. Danielle remained oblivious to the internal battle raging within her husband, her peaceful demeanor serving as a stark contrast to the chaos brewing beneath the surface.

Meanwhile, Cillian wrestled with his conscience, torn between loyalty to his wife and the burning desire for the woman who consumed his thoughts. He wondered why fate had brought them together under such tragic circumstances. What made him choose to succumb to temptation, knowing fully well that their encounters could lead to dire consequences?

The answer eluded him, haunting him with its absence. The intensity of his passionate rendezvous only served to fuel his growing obsession, further complicating matters between him and Danielle.

Cillian knew that, realistically, his marriage was over. It had been over for a long time, ever since they lost their first baby. The pain of that loss pushed Danielle to seek comfort elsewhere after Cillian sought solace in his work. Unaware of the depth of Cillian’s feelings and during his absences when filming, she started frequenting bars and clubs in search of distractions. It was there that she crossed paths with a man named James, a charming entrepreneur who showered her with attention and helped her forget her sorrows temporarily.

She soon fell pregnant again, but the child was not Cillian's and didn't take long for rumors to circulate among those close to them that Max wasn't actually his biological child. When confronted about this, neither confirmed nor denied the allegations. Instead, Cillian decided to treat and love Max as if he was his own and somehow, the couple managed to convince everyone in their circle, presenting themselves as a doting couple raising their new bundle of joy while, for many years, trying to fall pregnant again.

Their relationship became a carefully orchestrated facade designed to hide the truth from friends and family and this, especially, made sense for both of their acting careers.

They maintained this image publically, but privately they often argued about the state of their union. While Danielle felt secure in the structure provided by her marriage, she also grew tired of having a spouse more interested in his career than in her. Conversely, Cillian found little satisfaction in his domestic life, seeking solace outside his home. Their sexual routine began to lose steam, replaced instead by resentment and frustration. They rarely talked openly about these issues, suppressing them inside, building a pressure cooker waiting to explode.

Whilst, for the past eight years or more, Danielle had been faithful to her husband, Cillian had affairs on and off. Some lasted months and others were mere one-night stands, but none seemed significant until he started sleeping with you.

Desire and infatuation had clouded his judgment, leading him into dangerous territory. With each meeting, he sank deeper into the quagmire of betrayal and adultery, his morals crumbling beneath the weight of his passion, and it was this passion which kept him awake until the early hours of the morning.

Unable to sleep, he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly ahead.

He couldn't ignore the profound impact you had on him. His life was spiralling out of control - he lied to everyone and every moment spent with you tormented him with guilt and shame. It was as if he had become addicted to something he once considered repulsive, losing all self-control in the process. Yet, he was unable to stop wanting you – needing you.

In moments of clarity, he vowed to put an end to this madness.

But as he rolled restlessly onto his side, he recalled your touch, the taste of your lips, the soft whimper you uttered when he entered you. All these thoughts invaded his consciousness like an unwelcome army taking residence in his brain. Each memory inflamed his body, making his groin throb with arousal. Every fiber of his being demanded release, yet he knew that succumbing to it would bring nothing but misery.

He also knew that, eventually, this had to end. There was no alternative and, with that in mind, he made a choice. He had to choose his family over you, regardless of how broken it was.

As hard as it might be, he owed it to Danielle and Max to try and salvage whatever remained of their fractured bond as, even though he wasn't Max's biological father, he loved him dearly. Thus, it was the right thing to do. It had to be done and it could not wait any longer.

***

Hours later, dawn broke softly through the windows, casting warm golden light across the room. He could hear birds singing cheerfully outside. Cillian dragged himself out of bed, reluctantly pulling on some clothes. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed that dark circles rimmed his eyes, testament to his restless night.

He splashed cold water on his face, trying to wake himself up completely. As he dressed, his gaze shifted involuntarily toward the bedroom door, mentally calculating whether he should tell Danielle about his indiscretions or not. But then, reality struck him like a hammer blow to the head. This wouldn't merely damage his reputation, it would destroy his entire world! He shook his head furiously, banishing the thought before it took root. Besides, the risk was too great. Danielle was unpredictable and capable of causing serious harm to someone she perceived as a threat. She already threatened to take Max away on several occasions and, even to you, she could be a threat.

As he walked out of the bedroom, he passed by Danielle's sleeping figure, her face serenely relaxed amidst pillows. There was so much left undiscovered, hidden behind the closed doors of marriages. He tried to shake away these thoughts, knowing they led nowhere.

And then outside, in the living-room, there was his brother, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking pensive.

"What?" asked Cillian, attempting to maintain eye contact.

Frank lowered his eyes slightly and offered him the coffee. "You look like you need it man!" he said.

Cillian accepted gratefully, feeling exhausted both physically and emotionally. The scalding liquid coursed through his veins giving him a brief surge of energy. He sipped it slowly, savoring the rich flavor. He looked questioningly at his brother.

"Nothing," said Frank finally, "It's just… I know things have been difficult lately. And we haven't really spoken about it."

"Spoken about what?" Cillian asked before draining the remaining dregs of coffee from his mug.

"You and Danielle. You have been fighting a lot, haven't you?" Frank asked quietly

while sipping his own coffee. "Yes, we argue constantly," admitted Cillian with a bitter laugh. "We never agree on anything anymore."

"Isn't it exhausting?" asked Frank, sympathetically.

"Absolutely," agreed Cillian, "but we just go along, maintaining appearances." He paused briefly, thinking back to his recent trysts with you. Would anyone guess? Probably not...but he couldn't help wondering whether his behavior was suspicious especially as you ran past them both, still wearing the same nightgown which you have worn last night, your hair disheveled.

"Is Y/N alright?" Cillian asked as you failed to acknowledge him and, much to his brother's surprise, Frank mentioned that you were feeling sick.

"Sick? She seemed alright last night, and she sure did not drink too much," Cillian said, concerned.

Frank nodded in agreement. "True, but sometimes people don't realize they're ill until it hits them full force. Maybe she got some bad food yesterday evening," he told his brother who couldn't help but worry about you.

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jadewingedspear · 1 year

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Rendezvous

Xiao x reader x Zhongli (threesome)

Warnings: smut. afab! reader, she/her pronouns. use of ‘girlfriend’, ‘princess’, ‘pretty’, ‘pussy’, etc. Bisexual MMF threesome. Established relationship between Xiao and Reader, past relationship between Xiao and Morax. Unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (m receiving), oral (m and f receiving), fuck train? idk lol. Self indulgent, this is a fantasy I’ve decided to share. Probably a mix of tenses lol. Second draft only. Reader knows Zhongli's identity.

2.8k words.

18+ only!

“And how is his karmic debt?”

“It’s been quite calm over the last few nights, actually. I make sure he gets plenty of rest.”

“Very good.” The man in front of you states. He places his now empty cup down onto its saucer on the table.

“You could have asked me directly.” Xiao sulks next to you.

Zhongli chuckles, “I have reasons to think you would neglect to tell me if it had been bothersome lately.” Zhongli sits up straight and places his hands in his lap. “But, in any case, I have a proposal for the two of you.” You put your own cup down, leaning forward to show you’re listening. “Sure. We’re all ears.”

Xiao pays attention too, cocking his head to the side at Zhongli’s statement. There’s a slight pause before the Lord of Geo states what’s on his mind, “As you’re aware,” Zhongli addresses you, “Xiao and I…have a past.”

You nod. You were aware, but it didn’t bother you. It was thousands of years ago, after all. Zhongli takes your silence as permission to move forward. “I thought it might be interesting if we could spend a night together. All three of us.”

Xiao’s eyes widen as he puts together two and two, but he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to avoid eye contact with anyone. You, however, shrug, “Sure. What do you want to do?” Xiao shifts next to you, clearly uncomfortable.

“Y/N…” Xiao whispers.

The Archon can only chuckle deeply at your naivety. It was so cute, seeing your doe eyes sparkling with innocence. It only made him sure to set his words into stone. “What I have in mind is a sort of…sexual rendezvous.”

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You weren’t bound, but you couldn’t seem to move from the edge of the bed that you share with your boyfriend at Wangshu Inn. In front of you is a scene you never thought you’d witness: Your current partner, Xiao, tied naked to a wooden chair with his hands behind his back. He was stripped of all clothes, and his cock of average length stood proudly in the air. The head was red and leaking, dribbling pre-cum down the veins on the side of his shaft. In front of him stood the God he serves, the God of the nation you reside in: a shirtless Rex Lapis himself, his hands gripping the chin of Xiao, thumb denting into the smaller man’s blushing cheek. He had Xiao’s head tilted up, forcing eye contact between the two.

“Do you miss the days when I had my way with you? Hmmm?” Zhongli enquires, voice low and gruff, a smirk playing at his lips. Xiao’s breath quickened but he neglected to answer, his denial confirming Zhongli’s suspicions.

You knew Xiao to be reserved, a man of few words. Obedience to Rex Lapis is one thing, but to see him submit to Zhongli like this had your stomach in knots and your thighs rubbing together.

Zhongli side eyes you, smirking still. “Is he as submissive as I remember him, (Y/N)?” The moonlight has struck the man in all the right ways, capturing the edge of his hair and body just enough to give him a soft, silver glow, painting an angelic image.

You stammer, “Uh, I’d say we both have our way with each other…equally.” Your answer seems to shock Zhongli as his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It shocks you, too. It feels crude to admit such intimacies to a deity. His eyes drift back to your boyfriend, “Oh…” he almost moans. “I see. I knew you had it in you.”

“I slay demons and you think I’m incapable of such… activities?” Xiao bites back, testing his limits. The god only laughs, broad shoulders and defined chest shaking with him. After a few moments the laugh trails off and the man takes a deep breath, before leaning in close to the ear of the smaller man. You almost don’t catch what he says, but lowly, Zhongli whispers, “Do you miss it?”

You see Xiao’s adam’s apple bob up and down. He loosed a shaky breath. Zhongli let go of his face. Xiao’s silence and denial is, once again, taken as his answer. Shivering with anticipation, you watch eagerly as Zhongli, towering over Xiao, begins to sort of straddle the younger man. He stayed standing up, but leaned his pelvis towards Xiao’s face. You swallowed thickly.

“Unzip me with your mouth.” Zhongli orders, his deep voice reverberating through your chest, making you suddenly aware of your heartbeat and your blood rushing through your veins. His face looks down on Xiao mockingly, staring him down as he waited. Only now does it occur to you that this…this is Morax.

Xiao glances at you for the first time that night, eyes looking apologetic. You shoot a supportive smile his way, but his eyes don’t linger on you long enough for him to catch it. He leaned into Zhongli’s pelvis, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants with his mouth. This was a skill that he most likely hadn’t used in a millennia, yet he still had it. He captures the zip in between his teeth, and looking up to make eye contact with his God, he slowly drags the zipper down. With a triumphant smirk, Zhongli takes it upon himself to push both his pants and underwear down, discarding them to the side.

You take a sharp intake of breath. The cock that springs from the man is bigger than you could have imagined, the weight of it bringing it down to slap Xiao in the face. Zhongli was proud that he was so well-endowed, no doubt. He places a hand behind the head of your boyfriend. “You know what to do.”

Without hesitation, Xiao leans in and begins to swirl his tongue over the tip of Zhongli’s dick. The tip was red and angry, supported by a girthy shaft with multiple prominent veins running down the length. You feel yourself beginning to lean forward, mesmiration pulling you closer and closer to the two men. Seeing Xiao as he begins to sink his mouth and throat further down Zhongli’s cock was having a bigger effect on you than you expected. Your breath got caught in your throat, jaw going slack. You almost wanted to join in, but Zhongli was intimidating enough as is. Xiao continues to bob his head on the other man’s impressive length. He couldn’t fit all of it, but Zhongli groans softly in approval regardless. He thrusts lightly, as if encouraging Xiao to take as much as he can.

Xiao comes up for air and Zhongli takes the opportunity to turn his focus on you. “I think your pretty little girlfriend deserves some attention, don’t you?” he teases, taking two long strides to reach you. Xiao only pants heavily, slumped as far forward as his bindings allow him, watching you helplessly. The look in his eyes is full of hunger and need.

Your head is perfectly in line with Zhongli’s rock hard cock, slick and reflecting the moonlight on Xiao’s spit. Zhongli places his palm on your cheek, thumb caressing your cheek as he gazes down at you with a gentle fondness. A smile can’t help but creep onto your face. “I often reminisce on the past, dear, but that doesn’t mean I don’t look forward to future endeavours.” He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, thumb still stroking your cheek, as if to help suppress the nerves. Kissing another man felt strange anyway, but knowing your boyfriend was witness to all of this felt even stranger. Nonetheless, you melted into the kiss. When the man pulled away, you couldn’t help but chase after him, but eventually accepted the loss. Xiao watched on still, cock still standing up.

Zhongli turned to the smaller man again. With ease, he grabbed the front leg of the chair Xiao was perched on and dragged it to the side of the bed. Xiao gave a little ‘hmph’, but protested no further. It was tempting to climb on top of Xiao and ride his cock with Zhongli as your audience, humiliate him in front of his God, but, well… I suppose his God had already done that tonight.

“You’re going to watch me take your girlfriend.” Zhongli stated. He wasn’t asking for permission. Xiao only looks at him, waiting for him to continue. Even you were waiting in anticipation for his next statement.

“And then I’m going to take you.”

Oh.

Xiao gulps.

Oh.

You gulp.

Zhongli pulls your shirt up over your head and discards it on the floor. He groans in pleasure at the sight of your tits bouncing down, nipples hard due to the cold. “Perfect.” He growls before diving in to speckle your chest and clavicle with kisses and bites. You throw your head back, a light moan escaping your lips as you hold onto Zhongli’s broad shoulders for anchorage. Xiao whines a little and you can see in your peripheral vision that he’s thrusting upwards. Zhongli chuckles and pulls away from your chest, starting to drag your pants and underwear down.

“Have some patience, my little Yaksha.” Zhongli taunts, swinging your underwear on his index finger. “It’ll be your turn very soon.” The god flings your underwear at Xiao, the thin material landing on his face before dropping down to his chest. Both you and Xiao light up red, the action both arousing and embarrassing you.

Soon, Rex Lapis has taken his spot in between your legs, breath fanning over your wet pussy which was clenching around nothing. “Let me worship you.” He whispers, golden eyes locking with your own. You gulp. Even Xiao tensed up at his words. You know he only means it in a sexual context, but even hearing such utterances from a God’s mouth felt blasphemous. Yet here he was, between your legs, mere centimeters away from your sex. Zhongli waited patiently for your consent.

“Yes…” you trail off with an uncertainty in your tone. That was enough for the god, though, as he instantly licks a wet stripe up your pussy.

You instantly grip the sheets in your fist, a moan escaping your lips. His tongue works magic between your folds, slurping up your essence before moving to circle your clit. His lips pinch your bud lightly, small suckles sending electric shots through your body. He wasn’t rough, but he was fast; it was different to Xiao’s slow and romantic approach, but still felt amazing.

You turn your head to the side to observe Xiao. His cock was leaking a plentiful amount of precum. His eyelids were heavy as he watched you being ravished by someone who once ravished him, jaw slightly slack and chest still heaving at a fast pace.

Zhongli sucked at your clit some more while prodding your entrance with two of your fingers, easily sliding them in. You tear your gaze away from Xiao, moaning at the feeling of being full. His two fingers pumped in and out, scissoring and stretching your hole while his lips were still hard at work. The two working in harmony brought you closer and closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and louder, chest heaving heavier and heavier until he-

pulls his fingers out. You whine at the loss, high pitched and desperate for more. Zhongli only smirks, “I do apologise. That was only prep.” He sticks his fingers in front of Xiao’s mouth. He obediently takes the two fingers in his mouth, moaning at your sweet juices. He sucks them skilfully before Zhongli pulls them out.

Morax then sits on his knees, settling himself in your legs. “Ready princess?” He lines his cock up with your entrance. His gaze pierces yours, intimidating and sexy all at once, as he again, waits for your consent.

“Please.” You beg quietly. Not needing to be told twice, the god sheaths himself inside your hot sex. “Oh!” you moan loudly, the stretch being more than you could have imagined. Xiao wasn’t below average, but who could compete with the Lord of Geo? You had never felt quite so stuffed in your life.

The man above you groans as he thrusted in until he was balls deep, stilling for a moment. “So tight.” He breathes out. “Oh, how lucky you are Xiao… you get to bury your cock in this perfect little pussy as much as you want.” He then pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in again, setting a steady and fast pace. Zhongli presses a thumb to your clit.

“Does Xiao fuck you this hard? Huh?”

“N-no!” You cry out, shame blooming over your face in the form of a blush. It wasn’t a lie, though.

“Does his cock fill you up this well?” He demands, hair sticking to his face and forehead with sweat. You shake your head, moaning still as he continues to fuck you reltentlessly. You leaked juices around his thick cock, coating your thighs.

“Do you moan and whine like this for Xiao?” The god asks again.

“She sounds even better for me.” A voice says, a matter-of-factly tone ring to it.

Zhongli’s thrusting slows, but doesn’t stop, as he turns his head to the yaksha. Small moans still emit from you. Xiao sits there, stern glare shooting Zhongli’s way. Morax laughs lowly, “Well then, I’d like to see it.” The god pulls out of you, and your pussy clenches around nothing. The loss of his cock leaves you whining. Zhongli stands and tugs at the rope binding Xiao’s wrists, and the small man wastes no time in settling between your legs, not bothering to wait for the other man’s orders.

“I want to hear her moan your name.” Zhongli says, observing the two of you.

“My love.” Xiao whispers affectionately, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You wrap your arms around his back, hands entangling themselves in his hair. Having his familiar weight on you brought you comfort.

You feel Xiao’s smaller cock slide into your entrance with ease, having been stretched open by Zhongli’s incomparable size. Still though, Xiao’s dick fits you perfectly, curving upwards beautifully to constantly rub against your G-spot. You moan into his mouth. Xiao fucks you at a slower pace than the god, choosing long, drawn out thrusts as he continues kissing you. This was your favourite kind of sex. Passionate, close, full of love.

The bed dips at your feet, and you know Zhongli has taken his place behind Xiao. Xiao pulls his lips off you with a whine, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts stutter at a disturbance. You look behind him, only to see Zhongli starting to scissor Xiao’s tight hole open. You moan at the sight, pussy clenching around your boyfriend’s length. He whines down your ear.

“I‘ve missed this little hole of yours.” Morax confesses. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

Zhongli mounts Xiao, hands gripping the man’s petite waist. As he pushes his dick into Xiao’s ass, your boyfriend thrusts deeper into you from the force behind him. You stroke his hair to ease him through the pain of the stretch and wait for it to turn to pleasure.

The pace soon picks up and both you and Xiao are moaning into each other’s ears while Zhongli groans. He fucks Xiao hard and fast. Him fucking Xiao rocks Xiao into you, his curved dick hitting all the right places in your sweet little pussy. Lewd noises could be heard, squelching and balls slapping. You couldn’t help but be embarrassed by it.

“Xiao,” you moan, “I’m close.”

Xiao ruts into your pussy as best he can while also trying to fuck himself on Zhongli’s cock. The pleasure he’s feeling has his head spinning. Your warm pussy enveloping his cock while his own prostate was being hit by Morax’s girth. He’s scared he’d become addicted.

Rex Lapis quickening his pace indicates that he, too, is close. He groans, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his grip on Xiao’s waist.

“Xiao!” You continue moaning. “Please!” and with that you came, juices gushing out from your pussy and down the side of Xiao’s dick, sloshing and squelching before leaking down your to ass cheeks. Zhongli also stilled, thrusting into Xiao as far as he could, cumming deep inside, a low moan roaring from his chest. This left Xiao pinned to you, whining as he spills his own hot cum inside you, filling you up and mixing with your own juices.

Zhongli pulls out first, taking it slow. Xiao, collapsed on your chest, pants as he breathes deeply. He pulls his cock out but opts to stay snuggled up to you, panting down your ear. You feel slimy and slippery, but your post-orgasmic bliss relaxes you. “Oh my gosh.” You whisper. You need to process what the fuck just happened. You, the Vigilant Yaksha, and the God of Liyue.

Zhongli lies beside you, a large hand rubbing up and down Xiao’s back. He chuckles fondly, “I think he’ll rest well tonight.” Xiao quickly pecks your cheek.

“I think I will, too.” You claim.

#genshin impact smut #zhongli smut #xiao smut #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x zhongli #bisexual #smut

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mediocrewallflow3r · 1 year

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To Be Loved and Have Loved - (Nathan Prescott/ AFAB Reader) Pt. 1

Title: To be Loved and Have Loved

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Post-Storm Nathan Prescott/ Female Reader

Rating: Explicit- minors shoo!

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: A continuation to @delopsia 's "To Build A Home", takes place directly after, Sloppy makeouts, Light Dom/sub, Good Nathan Prescott, Life is Strange Comic Lore, post-storm, Nathan ruining his Father's dining room out of spite, plus size! reader, Nathan being soft for only the reader, Aftercare, slight subspace, future Metallica References, Nathan Prescott Needs a Hug, Praise Kink, Safe Sane and Consensual, Fluff and Smut.

A/N: Hi there my lovelies! It’s been a long while. I’ve been away improving my art in college, trying to improve at writing, and becoming a part of the Tumblr community. This is a continuation of https://www.tumblr.com/delopsia/672519407059222528/to-build-a-home?source=share and will be posted in parts. Pre-writing and posting I reached out to Del and got permission to continue their lovely fic. I’m honored that I can post my writing in addition to theirs! Feedback is very appreciated and please go check out Del!

"Why do I get the feeling that you're planning something devious?" You chirp as the two of you begin walking to your car.

"How do you feel about joining me for a secret rendezvous in my father's precious dining room?".

"Why most definitely my good sir!" you gallantly respond, curtsying for dramatic effect.

"You're a fucking weirdo, you know that right?" Nathan says, shaking his head incredulously. Though, you can see the blush dusting his pale ears.

The stars above twinkle brightly in the suburban sky while you and Nathan pile into your car, excitement buzzing between the both of you.

After turning the ignition, Nathan's hand gently reaches over and squeezes your thigh. His nimble fingers toy with the tights almost bursting because of your larger thighs.

"What's that for, cowboy?".

You watch as his bright blue eyes meet yours, amusement painting his features.

Nathan adverts his gaze from the stars and meets your eyes. "Nothing in particular, nerd," Nathan smirks under your intense gaze.

Huffing, you pull out of the old church parking lot. You see in the corner of your eye Nathan waves to a few people. A smile graces your lips at the thought he considers some survivors worthy of a wave now.

Driving through the back roads of Arcadia Bay proves interesting, many broken limbs and scrap are still littering the road- hindering the ability of drivers. You try not to think about the families that may have not survived while you drive past crushed homes.

From what you've heard, Max and Chloe have found a place closer to the remnants of downtown Arcadia. According to Victoria, Max is even collaborating with her art gallery in New York. She mentioned something about Chloe working up to being a small-town mechanic. You try not to think about Mark Jefferson's ongoing trial.

"What're you thinkin' so hard about, little doe?" Nathan questions, gently. His thumb tugs and twists at your tights fervently.

"Our friends." You sigh.

"Pfftt- we have friends? Since when?".

"Since you got off your high horse and we started leaving our home more,".

Nathan tugs your tights in retaliation, snapping them back loudly for effect.

"Don't get bratty with me, Y/N, you know better,".

"That's ironic coming from you, Mr. 'The Prescott’s rule this town!'".

Nathan laughs, a real goofy laugh, his canine teeth shining bright in the moonlight.

He rolls down the windows, whooping and hollering, suddenly. Your eyes can't stray away from his strawberry-blonde hair swirling around in the breeze.

"Yeah, I'd fucking suppose so!" He shouts back over the loud wind.

Giggling quietly, your eyes catch a glance of the Prescott Manor gate between the dark trees causing you to pull into the long-winded driveway subsequently. The lights are off, as per usual. You allow yourself to enjoy the cold night air like the person beside you in the vehicle.

Hesitantly, you pull into the garage. The lights automatically turn on brightly, allowing you to see the drywall- that you know must cost more than your entire tuition. The old Nathan would have pretended not to see your shaking hands gripping the steering wheel tight, but this one can't and won't miss that shit.

Surprisingly, Nathan begins to lean over the center console, his hand moving from your thigh to gently squeeze your hand. In the corner of your eye, you see his normally death-worthy stare turn soft.

"You can relax baby, I don't care if you hit the drywall. I've done it before for fucks sake!".

"You noticed?".

"How could I have not? You're shaking like a goddamn leaf.".

You purse your lips, nodding. You know Nathan is right, but the one interaction you experienced with his father sits heavy in your mind. The anxious silence stretches whilst Nathan begins to gather your coats and other belongings from the back seat.

You hear the click of the passenger door opening and then Nathan speaking gently to you, "Let's go, weirdo.". On autopilot, you open the car door and begin walking towards the Manor doorsteps. Nathan, much further ahead of you, shifts through his keys looking for the correct one. After a few moments, you hear a quiet "a ha!" When he finds the right key.

Nathan pushes the door open with you wandering close behind him. He hits the main hallway light switch. Both of you take off your shoes in comfortable silence. You were taking much longer, the converse adorning your feet proving difficult to take off quickly.

Then, Nathan's sharp cupid bow is kissing your ear, and his rough hands gently squeeze your shoulders. "We don't have to do this tonight," he whispers into the dusted pink shell of your ear.

Oh God, but I want to.

Pushing your back firmer onto his chest, you respond bashfully, "I want this, I do, I'm just nervous.".

Nathan's hands wander, slipping under your sweater- caressing your stomach and happy trail. "Why're you nervous? It's just me,".

"I want things to be good for you,", I don't want you to leave me, remains heavy in your mind as you nervously chuckle out into the dusty Manor hallway.

Nathan's hands stop in their tracks. "Are you fucking serious?".

Unspoken words sour inside Nathans's mouth; "Do you know who I am? I've killed people. My hands shouldn't be touching your kind body. I've been with so many people, you shouldn't have second best as your first. I have to take medicine to be sane. I scream and shout at you regularly. You shouldn't trust me.".

Caressing his right-hand causes Nathan's eyes to droop warmly as he lets out a quiet, "humph".

"Ever since I've met you, I haven't wanted anybody else...", you continue, laying everything out on the table- literally.

"Then I s'pose we're on the same fuckin' page, baby. ", Nathan’s voice has got that deep, gravelly tone to it again, the tone that you remember with vivid detail, the tone he used that one Thursday morning before the storm.

Your shoulders fold inwards, warmth blooming inside your chest. Nathan's chest presses into your shoulder blades while freezing hands play with your belly button piercing, and his breath fans out across the baby hairs growing on your neck. He's everywhere but nowhere.

"To the dining room...?".

"Fuck yeah, doe-eyes.".

Efficiently, Nathan hauls you up into his lanky arms and quickly walks down the winding corridor. Abruptly, he turns to the left entering his family's large dining room. He pauses at the door briefly, allowing you to hit the light switch.

Almost immediately, the ridiculously large chandelier gracing the ceiling of the room lit up brightly. Nathan moved less than gracefully, sitting you down in a dining chair. He made quick work of the dusty table settings, quite obviously for decoration, by grasping the end of the tablecloth and yanking it off the table.

Before you could even register the loud noises of shattered glass, Nathan's soft lips were on yours. Nathan gently cradled your head, his other arm lifting you onto the wooden dining table. Soft groans settled in the back of his throat after hearing a small whimper from you.

Taking a breath, Nathan leaned forward on yours, his nose brushing gently on yours. “Easy, easy, baby,” he whispered, “It’s just me,”. Please don’t be scared of me , remains on the tip of his tongue. “I know,” you whispered back, understanding. A pause settled in the dining room, heavy gasps coming in and out of both of your lungs.

Nathan settles onto his forearms, lips brushing against yours but not entirely closing the gap, bony hips circling gently into yours. “I think I’m getting major Deja-vu right now, Nate,” you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fiery hair.

“I don’t think this time’ll be the same,” Nathan chuckled, chin resting on the top of your sternum.

"Can I touch you?", you ask gently, hands itching to reach out and touch.

Nathan's eyes flick away from your face, his teeth beginning to chew on his lip anxiously. You feel a tremor run through his spine.

"Uh- yeah, you can touch me, just- um- tell me where before you do," Nathan stutters out, his eyes not meeting your hopeful ones.

"Okay," you whisper, smiling up at him.

Nathan's lips tug into a soft smile and his dimples show slightly despite his avoidance of eye contact.

"Can I touch uh- down there? " You nervously ask, peering up at Nathan's sharp features.

Way to fucking go Shakespeare.

Airy chuckles erupt from Nathan's lungs, his laughter shaking the both of you.

"Yes, babe, you can touch my dick, that's why we're fuckin’ here, to begin with,", he says in amusement, a smirk gracing his rose pout.

Your smile quickly shifts into a pathetic pout, and Nathan's face softens upon seeing the change in emotion. "Don't be upset baby, you're doing just what I asked," he coos at you, his fingers slightly pinching your cheek. That once faint, woodsy musk cologne invades your senses, his praise settling deep into your lower abdomen. Nathan's lips brush against yours and his tongue cheekily licks over your lips to the tip of your nose. An amused breath releases from Nathan’s lungs as you continue attempting to lock lips with him. Silently, your hand clenches up and hits Nathan’s shoulder in respite.

“Stop teasing me, you motherfucker,” you whimper out in frustration, your legs flailing underneath the weight of Nathan’s lithe body.

If he doesn’t fuck you six ways to Sunday soon, you’re going to be so pissed at him.

Nathan’s slick tongue trails over your collarbone up to the ridges of your neck slowly. His hands glide over the plush skin adorning your hips, and deep short breaths release from his nose loudly.

“I’ll tease you when I wanna’ tease you,” Nathan teases, his voice being muffled by the spot of your skin he’s worrying to death with his teeth.

In retaliation of some sort, your right hand begins drifting down towards the stiff bulge prominent in Nathan’s designer jeans. Your fingers sneak under the waistline quietly and begin brushing your hand over the curls adorning his happy trail. Nathan ever distracted with the large hickies that he’s painting your chest with, groans in surprise.

Your fingers brush over the tip of his cock gently, the girth taking you by surprise.

“When were you gonna’ tell me you were packing?”, you tease Nathan, loosely gripping his cock.

A soft, “Fuck,” comes out in a deep breath from Nathan while his fingers travel from your hips up to your plump tits.

“I didn’t plan on telling you, I planned on showing you,” he chuckles.

“Then fucking show me you tease!” you shout at him, almost playfully. Deep down you want him to snap, to let go.

Quickly Nathan’s hand gently slaps your thigh, re-establishing his commanding demeanor. He leans his face right in front of yours as his intense gaze bears down on you; “You’ll get what you want, you know that, so behave,” he hisses out.

#nathan prescott #life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price #victoria chase #mark jefferson #fanfic #wallflower writes (✿◠‿◠#nathan prescott/reader #nathan prescott x reader

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icycoldninja · 4 months

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for some reason I just have this really like uh…. Basically a Romeo and Juliet styled forbennie love between Fem reader and DMC 3 Dante

ooooohohoho yes....

Forbidden Love (DMC3!Dante x Fem!Reader)

You grinned to yourself, unable to help but chuckle as you made your way through the winding streets of Red Grave, eager to reach your rendezvous spot as soon as possible. Tonight was a glorious night; your parents were out at the opera, and Dante's parents were out of town for work, meaning that tonight was the perfect night for you and your secret boyfriend to have a little meetup.

When you reached your previously agreed upon meeting place, you found that Dante was already there. "Hey, babe!" You called, running into his arms. Dante chuckled, sweeping you off your feet and twirling you around. "Hey there, milady," He joked, kissing your forehead. "Miss me?" You nodded, hooking your arms around his shoulders and nestling into his chest. "You have no idea," You sighed, rubbing your face against his smooth pecs. "No idea..."

Your family, the L/Ns, had been feuding with the Spardas for several centuriee; your ancestors had an outrageous amount of beef with Dante's ancestors. Despite this, and the stern warnings of both your parents, you were in love, ancient grudges be damned. While this forbidden romance was blissful, it was also stressful. Both your families kept pushing suitors and suitresses on you two, only to be utterly dismayed when both of you turned them all down. This behavior, though understandable at first, had grown to be quite upsetting--so much so that your parents threatened to take away certain privileges unless you settled down with someone.

Fortunately, you both had your youth to blame for your unwillingness to marry, and if there was one thing parents loved more than finding spouses for their children, it was having their children possess an incentive to learn. As long as you kept your grades up and took up various hobbies, you would be free of parental pestering for the next 5 years or so.

Dante sniggered at the way you held onto him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before setting you down and taking your hand. "Wanna take a walk?" You nodded, eager to spend more time with the love of your life.

Dante led you down the street, towards a gravel path, and into a serene, peaceful looking forest. The thick growth trees blocked out most of the moonlight, but there was such an abundance of fireflies, it didn't really matter. You gasped in amazement as Dante led you towards a large cave covered in luminescent moss. It glowed in the darkness; beauty unlike anything you'd ever seen. "Wow..." You gasped, looking around in wonder. "This is so cool!" Dante chuckled, folding his hands behind his head. "Ya like it? 'Course you do, I know you." Smirking, he strode up and playfully mussed up your hair. "Scouted this place out just for us...and no one else knows. It'll be our little secret, kay?" You beamed, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest again. "Aww, you're the best, Dante!" Happily, Dante wrapped his arms around you and squashed you against his chest. "I know, I'm the greatest," He laughed, kissing your forehead. "And so are you. I love you, babe." You reached up and kissed him squarely on the lips, throwing your arms around his shoulders and holding on with all your strength. "I love you too, Dante."

Suddenly, your phone vibrated. Sighing, you let go of your boyfriend, pulled it out, and checked your notifications. Your parents had texted you, announcing that they'd be home in 30 minutes. You groaned, tucking your phone back into your pocket. "Sorry, Dante...as much as I wish we could continue, my parents'll be home soon." Dante nodded, pressing one last kiss to your cheek. "I get it. Go on home. Maybe later tonight I'll....surprise you and give you a night to remember." He winked with that last remark, blowing you a kiss after. Blushing furiously, you lightly slapped his arm before hurrying away. "I'll take that as a yes?" He called, sniggering when you didn't answer. It was more than a yes, and he knew that--it was an absolutely.

#Dmc #Dmc3 #Dante x reader #Dmc3 dante #devil may cry #devil may cry 3 #dante devil may cry 3 #Dante x reader fanfic #Fluffy #Forbidden love #Romeo and juliet style #Requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Summer in Lust

SUMMARY: Your inability to decide leads to a shocking revelation.

WORD COUNT: 1800

REQUESTED

Reader is new to the obx and she’s hooking up with both rafe and jj in secret they both find out and confront her

Summer in Lust

You began your mornings at Tannyhill. The luxury of being a Kook's lover allowing you the access to the finer things in life you were otherwise denied. But your afternoons would be spent across the bridge in the company of those sharing your social and financial bracket within The Chateau. And yet, no matter where you were, you longed to be elsewhere.

Coming down from a high while laid across Rafe's lap would make you yearn for the ascension often found in JJ's company. But once asleep beside the handsome surfer, you longed for Rafe's nocturnal passions. It was why you found yourself at a constant stalemate to make a decision, with neither one of them aware of your confliction. Both men believed they possessed you on their own. Why wouldn't they? You told them as much...

"I'm starting to think you're using me..." JJ teased, your jeans just sliding over your ass as his eyes caught the vibrant suit in shot just before being covered.

"I have a shift at The Wreck-" You lied.

"I still think you should reconsider...I can get you a job at the Inn...Then we could spend our breaks together..." He pulled you back to the edge of the bed, his lips against your neck as your eyes fluttered closed. Those skilled lips reminding you of their abilities as you bit your own in reminiscence.

"Finding what parts echo loudest-"

The only reason you didn't remain had been the buzz from your cell. A broadcast of Rafe's impatience. For just a moment, you'd consider risking his wrath and remaining with JJ. Your soft, passionate, JJ. The one that told you that you were beautiful and made you come in the same snap of his hips. And yet, you knew the contrast that awaited your delay. The rough existence of Rafe. Your selfish and impatient Rafe. Any rivaling would be met with edging and teasing, his grace deciding if you would then come at all. Due to this, you decided on the latter.

"I really do have to go, J..."

But his ringed hand climbed the space made between your legs by his former ambitions.

"Or you could stay and come..." Your lips parted to object as you still buzzed from the night before. His slow but steady pistons as you writhed beneath him in the moonlight. His fingers wrapped within yours as he pulled you closer to him. A final kiss left almost as a promise to his care before you found rest in his arms.

"Are they really THAT short staffed?" He groaned as your attention was stolen and your focus now split.

"Kie told me they just hired two more people."

"Right-But, they're still so new..."

"Alright, fine. But I'll see you tonight, right?" You nodded.

"Wouldn't miss it." You kissed him goodbye before driving the distance to Tannyhill, guilt drowned out by the anticipation that was Rafe.

You weren't even allowed to cross the threshold before you were rather pulled over it. A familiar and hard torso greeting you with hungry, even angry lips commanding your attention.

"You spent too much time on the Southside...You smell like weed and-" He paused, his nose trailing up your neck and to your ear, "pogue-" Your heart began to hammer against your chest as you became fearful for JJ. If Rafe were to your deception, he would certainly use his resources to end your favored pogue. It had been the ultimate factor as to why you'd remained when a relationship with JJ was more appealing. More healthy even. But Rafe didn't exactly make it unmanageable.

"Lucky for you, I have a shower already running..." You were taken to the bathroom you'd frequented with him following prior rendezvous. The steam having made a former handprint on the mirror visible from where you'd been bent a few days prior and the towel you'd shared still damp over the hamper on the far side of the aesthetically pleasing space.

"But since you made me wait..." He set you onto the sink in an effortless lift before moving behind the opaque door.

"So will you..." He kept you there for a moment as your eyes outlined his silhouette. Every muscle visible even through the haze of steam and the wall separating you as you pouted.

"You can come if you stop pouting..." You nearly leapt from the surface and into the space before the door as he pulled you inside.

"And I do mean come..." He spun you quickly, allowing the aggressiveness JJ may have shied from in order to keep you comfortable, but also leading you to miss it all the same. You couldn't help but wonder as his fingers descended your neck to your core of how perfect it could be if you could somehow make them into one person. How painless it would be. How easy…how perfect…

Your palm came flat to the shower as he bucked into you, spouting the dirtiest of words that made you bite your lip as JJ would have to keep you quiet earlier that morning. Your body cleansed by both men yet left just as dirty, if not more so, by the time you'd wrap a towel around you. No matter the instance, angle, or position, each man had you craving the other for what they lacked and the other offered. Making you a glutton for the rush to have both...

"What's this?" You asked as you moved into his bedroom to find a dress on his bed.

"The dress I'm going to make you come in while pretending to give a shit about whatever it is they're talking about tonight..." You blushed before the color drained from your face.

Midsummers.

"You forgot?"

"I...I have to work-"

"I already called. Had everyone from The Wreck hired to cater. Maybe I have saved a more important job for you..." He hinted as he pulled your hand over his seam, a new and impressive bulge beneath your hand.

"I-"

"We have to be there in an hour...don't make me wait...or I'll make you..." He smacked your ass before leaving you to dress once being called by Ward at the base of the steps.

The seconds in which you dressed left your heart a race and your emotions a wreck. Although it was rare you would see JJ, you knew Kiara would be present. You and her having gotten off on the wrong foot since you arrived in the Outer Banks earlier that spring. She would rush to JJ and spout off your less than monogamous relationship the first chance she got. And yet, the wrath of who you would be accompanying was the wrath you did not wish to know.

As expected, you met him at the steps in due time. Hair pulled in a flawless updo of cascading tendrils framing your face perfectly, a touch up to makeup left behind by former visitations, and a light spritz of perfume for good measure of a perfect impression. You only hoped you could explain it away or evade those you could alter this perfect existence you'd made over the summer.

Introduced as Rafe's companion by Ward, who was still uneasy with your presence even if he played it off with a smile, you made your round until everyone began to drink far too much champagne to care if you came from The Cut or Mars itself. Everyone but a specific grip pulling you from the heart of the dance floor and to the side of the Inn.

"Didn't realize Mister Carrera changed the uniform..."

"Kie asked last minute-" You lied as you heard Rafe summon you. Managing to capture JJ's attention, you pushed him against the wall and forced him to focus on your lips.

"I want you to tear this dress off of me, JJ..." You spoke hurriedly, almost frightened as he took your face in his hands. You were aware of how he began every interaction. Soft kisses. Kind touches. Growing fervent by the second until you drowned in each other. But now, you needed the distraction. You explained this by setting his hands to your hips.

"Now, JJ...I want you inside me right now..." Your hands tried for his belt as he collected them.

"Not until you tell me why you came here with him..." He was suddenly cold.

"Kie…"

"We both know Kie would have asked Topper to be her date before asking you..." Your eyes flashed to the direction of Rafe's voice getting closer.

"He wouldn't leave me alone, J...you know how he can be-"

"And I know how YOU can be, sweetheart. Think I don't know when I'm being played? Think I don't know when someone else is with you?" He chucked his tongue.

"We know..."

"We?" Suddenly your wrist was taken with an uncharacteristically graphic hold of as he pulled you throughout the establishment and to the elevator.

"J-"

"I kept wondering since you got here if you were more pogue than Kook, guess we're about to find out..."

The elevator doors came open and revealed Rafe.

"What's going on?" You asked with a shaky tone before you were guided to a room at the end of the hall.

"Don't touch anything Maybank, keep your hands out of your pockets...and off my girl…" This comment went ignored as you continued.

"Our girl…" You heard JJ correct.

The second you entered the suite, your eyes altered between both men. Two that couldn't be more alike, or more different. A comparison that made you nervous.

"You thought you could have us both..." Rafe unlatched his cufflinks as JJ removed the bowtie required for his uniform.

"What will you do now that you do?" JJ added, both men standing in front of you, waiting for your decision.

"I-"

"What do you want?" Rafe asked with impatience.

"B-both..." You confessed as they looked at each other.

"Then what are you waiting for sweetheart?" JJ asked sweetly.

"Take what you want..." Rafe directed your attention to him.

You rose from the bed, your fantasy of grandeur coming to the surface. Both Rafe and JJ offering themselves for your pleasure. A blur of a moment coming to fruition as fabric and limbs became too wrapped to differentiate. Moans and pleas shook the room and echoed the halls outside as complaints from nearby guests sent a knock left ignored on your door. Not an inch of the room was untouched in some position you were taken in. Your body pliable against nature to them both.

Two of everything left you satisfied behind what you believed was possible. Your body focused by both sets of hands, attention from the dual pair of eyes, and endless orgasms for you all.

All until your name echoed in the distance. A bitter distance that pulled you from your slumber.

"You up yet, lazybones?" Your mom called from the foot of your bed. .

"Come on, it's time to begin your summer...What do you want to do first?"

But the question wasn't what, but who...

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t1meslayer · 2 months

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By Moonlight

What happens when you mix she/they Napoleon with an autistic tech nerd who has hobbyist sleep deprivation?

A fanfiction I'm finally getting around to write because of Side Order hype :) You're welcome, Pearlina fans.

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Fandom: Splatoon

Pairings: Pearl/Marina

Summary: Pearl is awoken by a strange piano melody in the middle of the night. Nobody could have anticipated the knock-on effects this late rendezvous would have for Off the Hook's future. Rated 'Teen' cause Pearl's in their undies — but also Marina's shirt.

So.

Y'know.

Click through the Read More below to get a preview of the latest story. Thanks for reading <3

"It's an artifact of Old World music culture raided from a holdover Kamabo facility. The way this thing was preserved is incredible!" The irony of how tightly Marina clutches the book to her bosom is clearly lost on her. "Between all the plastic and air-tight storage, there's hardly any mold on these pages!"

She opens it to double-sided lined sheets like any other, headlined in barely legible Octarian scribble over completely illegible typography: "Moonlight Sonata."

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freestonefest · 11 days

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Welcome to Freesstone Fest 2024!!

Get ready to celebrate and appreciate Peter "Phoebe" Freestone, Freddie Mercury's personal assistant and close friend.

The dates for the event are 24th-26th of May, 2024. In the weeks leading up to it, we will provide facts about our favourite gentle giant.

Where to post:

The main places to post will be here on Tumblr and on AO3! If you use other sites, post the link here on Tumblr and tag us here at @freestonefest and use the #freestonefest2024 tag to make sure we see it!

What we want:

Any fan media celebrating Peter "Phoebe" Freestone! Fic, art, phone wallpapers, playlists, anything! Just as long as it's focused on Phoebe!

Day 1 - Friday, 24th May:

But then I fooled around and fell in love

Childhood Friends AU

Seaside Rendezvous (A Day at the Beach)

Day 2 - Saturday, 25th May:

Workin' 9 to 5 / What a way to make a livin'

Coffee Shop AU

Sick Day

Day 3 - Sunday, 26th May:

Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight

Arranged Marriage AU

Meet Cute/Meet Ugly

ALL ABOUT PHOEBE!! Anything you'd like to write, draw, create- please make sure it's centred around Phoebe!

Make sure you tag your works appropriately! If it's NSFW, use the correct categories on AO3 and tag it as such here on Tumblr as well! We wanna make sure people know what they're getting into.

Prompts are just to give inspiration! If you have something else you wanna do, do it!

Any ship is welcome, as long as they're centred around Phoebe!

AUs are welcome and encouraged!

Please do not post or interact with the NSFW content if you are not 18+. Thank you.

Historical accuracy is not a requirement! That's the joy of events like these. Even though Phoebe himself is an open book, his recollection of events and dates is, at times, contradictory of even himself. So. Feel free to have fun with it all!

Please don't interact with hateful comments. Delete them as soon as you can.

Feel free to reach out with any questions you may have!! Our inbox is open!

I also want to thank @fanellifest for the inspiration to host this event. The work they put into their weekend for Joe Fanelli was beautiful. Thank you for reminding that the love in this fandom can be spread to the other important people in the Queen limelight.

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gepardling · 6 months

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night-time rendezvous IV w/ gepard .

desc. : i spent my last 2 days on plant hormones, it's time i invest into my own hormones. be honest tho would u still stay housemates w/ a vampire if he attempts to bite u? wrong answers only. serval wants u outta there for ur own safety, she alrdy knows tht geppie's clock is ticking :/ ( wc : 1.7k )

tags / cw : sfw, but mentions of blood, injury and vampirism, gn!reader, (they/them used), vampire!AU for the Landaus, reader is a human, they uh KISS (it's not too spicy, vaguely spicy), he tries to bite :(, proofread but lore may change

index : prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3

— DAY 3

The following night, you are greeted by a different face. Serval’s sharp features are striking as you open your eyes for the first time. She pulls the curtains open, briefly bathing in the moonlight that spills from them. "I trust you're doing well, my dear?" She asks, the unfamiliar softness laced in her tone. You can't help but notice the tension that lingers in the air as you nod in response. Serval's presence alone was enough to keep you on edge. You murmur your gratitude for her hospitality, albeit with a slight wariness.

She studies you for a moment before offering a faint, enigmatic smile. "I know this isn't what you expected when you stumbled upon our villa," she begins, her tone holding a hint of sympathy. "But we have rules here, and my brother has broken a significant one." The mention of rules and Gepard's apparent transgression leaves you puzzled. You're not sure what she's referring to, but her cryptic words certainly pique your curiosity.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked cautiously, fully aware of Serval’s capacity to switch-up mid-conversation. Her gaze remains fixated on you, her eyes betraying an inner conflict. She appears torn between revealing more and keeping the details shrouded in secrecy. Her voice takes on a softer tone as she finally responds, "My family has a code of conduct that we must adhere to, and Gepard has disregarded a significant aspect of it by bringing you here. You see, we have kept our existence hidden from the human world for centuries, for our own safety."

The weight of her revelation hangs in the air, leaving you to contemplate the implications of her words. You gulp lightly, a slight shake evident in your tone. "I promise I'll leave as soon as I can. Then you won't have to see me again..."

Serval offers you a faint, sad smile. "I appreciate your understanding, dear. It's not just about seeing you, it's about the safety of both our worlds. I hope you heal swiftly, but I fear the ties that bind our two worlds may not be so easily severed." Her words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of a complicated truth.

Serval sighs before clapping her hands together. "If you need anything, let me know," She sings, suddenly awfully cheerful. "I've left some clothing for you to wear since yours seemed... A little tattered." She quipped before leaving the room. And she was right, a neatly folded pile of clothing was laid on the chair opposite your bed.

With Serval's exit, you take a moment to inspect the clothing. It's a simple but well-made ensemble, and some comfortable shoes. You decide to go for a stroll before another family member inevitably comes across your path. As you walk through the villa's ornate halls, you take a moment to examine some of the centuries-old paintings adorning the walls. The dimly lit corridors cast an eerie, yet intriguing ambiance. One painting, in particular, captures your attention. It's a portrait of a young Gepard, standing next to a woman who appears to be Serval, although her countenance is less stern in the painting. The depiction of a family, seemingly harmonious, contrasts with the hints of tension you've witnessed.

Continuing your exploration, you find a room filled with an eclectic collection of trinkets and antiques. Each object tells a story of a time long past, and aesthetically they seem exceptionally out of place in the grand villa. Your journey takes you deeper, and before long you realize you've become lost. A foreboding presence seems to lurk behind the door at the end of the hall, and strangely it pulls you towards it. The door's handle feels cold to the touch as you slowly turn it, and the creaking of the hinges only amplifies the feeling that maybe you shouldn't be there.

As the door inches open, you find yourself in a room that is shrouded in shadows. The only source of light is a solitary window, its curtains drawn shut. The room is filled with a musty, age-old scent, and you can barely make out various objects scattered about. On the dresser, an old-leather bound book rests on the dusty surface. The first page of the book reads "Cocolia", seemingly the name of the owner. In the corner, a large, ornate mirror captures your attention. Its surface is slightly tarnished, but you can still see your reflection. As you gaze into the mirror, an unsettling feeling creeps over you. It's as though you're not alone, as though there's something or someone lurking just beyond your sight. Before you could go any further, a hand grasps your shoulder, and you almost jump out of your skin with fright. But it was only Gepard.

His sudden appearance both startles and comforts you. His voice is calm, and he speaks in a low, soothing tone, "I'm sorry if I frightened you. This part of the villa is rarely used, and it can be quite unnerving, especially at night. Are you exploring?" His hand remains on your shoulder, offering support and reassurance, and you feel a sense of security in his presence. You notice your reflection in the mirror, and that the empty presence next to you doesn't reflect what's really there. Your frayed nerves are quickly soothed when you remind yourself it's just Gepard.

"I was looking around, but I got a little lost," you sheepishly admit.

Gepard nods understandingly. "It's easy to get turned around in this place, especially if you're not familiar with it. This villa has been in my family for generations." He offers a warm, reassuring smile, but his eyes betray a hint of secrecy. "I can guide you back. There's nothing of interest here, I assure you."

With Gepard by your side, the tension begins to dissipate, and you find yourself feeling more at ease in the grand but somewhat sinister surroundings. As you walk back, your attention is grasped by a portrait of Serval and an unfamiliar woman, and you turn to Gepard with a questioning look. "Is this a portrait of Serval? Who's the woman next to her?"

Gepard nods, his expression solemn. "Yes, that's Serval. It was painted centuries ago. She and that woman, they… Have a long history." He doesn't offer much more in the way of explanation, and the conversation falls into a contemplative silence. You sense that there's something he's keeping to himself. As the silence between you and Gepard lingers, curiosity finally gets the better of you, and you decide to address the unspoken weight in the air.

Your voice is soft, tentative, as you break the quiet with your question. "Gepard," you begin, choosing your words carefully, "there's something you're not telling me, isn't there?"

You watch as Gepard's expression shifts, a mixture of surprise and concern in his eyes. He stops walking, turning to face you fully, and you can see the discontent in his gaze. Gepard takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting to some point in the distance as if he's searching for the right words. "You're right, there are things I haven't told you," he admits, his voice tinged with a sense of internal conflict. "This villa is a place of many memories, some beautiful, some... not so much." He pauses, and you can see he's consciously choosing what to say. "My family, they value their traditions and, well, they don't exactly see eye to eye with the world outside these walls. It's a complicated story." His eyes momentarily lock with yours, their usual glimmer replaced with a dull gaze, before he turns away.

Respecting his discomfort, you don't push for more information. You can't help but steal a few glances at him, noticing a certain pallor to his skin, an ashy hue that hints at something deeper. His once vibrant and charismatic eyes seem tinged with exhaustion, carrying the weight of secrets he's reluctant to share. Although you're not aware of it, Gepard's abstention from drinking blood has left its mark. His distant stare reflects the strain of his restraint, and his typically sharp features seem softer, as if the lack of sustenance has dulled his natural intensity.

Despite his weariness, Gepard sensed your desire to explore the villa further, and decided to show you the library. The villa's expansive collection of ancient texts and manuscripts held secrets from centuries past, and he wanted to share this secluded part of his world with you. As you wandered through the rows of old books, you were met with centuries worth of knowledge, secluded corners of the world you had yet to see. It was as if you'd found a safe space, away from the otherwise creepy aura of the Landau estate. It felt as though hours had passed since your arrival at the small library, but you were starting to get a little tired of the cryptic hemomancy manuscripts, instead looking for something a bit more… human.

Gepard's presence was magnetic, and his fingers brushed yours as you struggled to reach higher on the shelf. Your heart raced as your eyes locked in a knowing gaze, the library's silence amplifying your desire. The book you were initially looking for was long forgotten as Gepard's lips met yours in a deep kiss. He pressed you against the bookshelf, hands finding their way to your hips. His lips released yours, and began to gently trail down your jaw, littering the faintest kisses against your skin. But the subtle scrape of something sharp was in stark contrast to his soft lips. Gepard's fangs, usually concealed behind a charming smile, hovered dangerously close to your neck. Your eyes widened in realization, and a sudden panic bubbled up inside of you.

"Wait, Gepard," you gasped, your heart pounding with a mixture of desire and fear. You pushed against his chest, trying to create some space between you, hissing in pain when the pressure stung your injured arm. For an instant, it felt like he might not listen, his gaze dark and unrelenting.

But then, Gepard's eyes flickered with recognition, and he pulled back, his breathing heavy. He looked at you, his expression torn between desire and guilt, his own fear mirrored in his eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I didn't want to take advantage of you like that." Without another word, Gepard left, and his strides were too fast for you to keep up. You didn't see him again for the rest of the night.

there's so much unnecessary hidden lore in this tbh i shld hav jus written vampire smut nd not gotten this invested into it but it's 2 late now. the mirror represents the forgotten hall and cocolia is the person who betrayed the landau family (more specifically serval).

#honkai star rail #gepard landau #gepard hsr #gepard x reader #gepard x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #gepard fluff #♥︎ | milky writes

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hazellovesnuts · 9 months

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Waltzing under the twinkling lights Part 2

Milady de Winter x Princess!Reader 🗡️

Part 1

Eva Green & Characters One shot Collection

⚠️ TW: cursing and smut

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Once a clandestine romance, the love between Milady de Winter and Princess Y/N had deepened and strengthened over their secret rendezvous and stolen moments. They cherished each second they spent together, their entwined lives a respite from the treacherous world of court politics.

As the glittery night sky appeared, Milady and Princess Y/N were supposed to meet up in the garden, more specifically the spot where they had kissed one another for the very first time, in front of the fountain. How majestic that fountain is, made with the finest of materials only the richest of the rich can afford. The exterior of the fountain is crafted with pure white marble, gleaming in the sunlight and catching the eye of anyone who passes by. The intricate carvings on the marble are a testament to the skilled craftsmanship that went into its creation.

As Milady approaches the fountain, she can hear the gentle trickle of water cascading down the tiers, a soothing sound that adds to the fountain's grandeur. She can feel the cool mist that rises from the fountain, refreshing your skin on a hot summer's day.

The interior of the fountain is just as impressive as its exterior. The water flows through a series of intricate channels and spouts, each designed to maximize the beauty and elegance of the fountain. The water sparkles in the sunlight, reflecting the colors of the surrounding gardens and trees.

At the base of the fountain, though under the moonlight with not only its glowing beauty but with also the lantern that she holds with her hands. Milady can still see the schools of fish swimming gracefully in the crystal-clear water. The fish add a touch of life and movement to the fountain, making it seem like a living, breathing work of art.

As she stands there, waiting for her lover and taking in the beauty and majesty of the fountain, she can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. It's a testament to the boundless creativity and imagination of the human spirit, a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we can still create something beautiful and enduring.

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Milady's POV

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After standing in front of the fountain for a while now, I felt a presence behind me, I could feel piercing eyes staring at me, but I was not threatened. Not one bit, as I know who that stare belongs to. How it always sends shivers to me whenever I feel it.

Moving my head to the side but not quite looking at the person, I smiled as I felt her delicate hands snake around my waist.

"Bonne soirée mon amour. I have missed you deeply," I said to her highness. "Bonne soirée aussi mon amour. I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you sooner, my mother wanted me to assist her with some "royal" shit," "Language! Sweetheart how many times do I have to tell you that," I sternly said telling her highness off but I know she can hear the playful tone in my voice.

"I know my love but I can't help it, you know that. Plus don't blame me, I got that from my parents they cuss a lot, though not in front of audiences," she says while laughing a bit.

I chuckled " I know my love I'm only joking, but seriously I have missed you," I turned around as she carefully puts her hands around my neck, while mine snakes around her waist. Looking into each other's eyes, we leaned up closer to each other, meeting each other's lips half way.

Princess Y/N pulled away from the kiss and smiled up at me, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "I missed you too, my love. But we mustn't linger here too long, lest we get caught by the guards."

I smiled at Princess Y/N's words, my heart swelling with affection for my dearly beloved. I gently intertwined my hands with the princess's and began to walk towards the library, our footsteps falling in sync.

"You're right, my love," Milady replied softly, my voice filled with tenderness which I only use when I'm with her highness. "We must be cautious. It only takes a moment for everything to unravel, and I cannot bear the thought of losing you."

Princess Y/N leaned her head against my shoulders, finding comfort in my embrace. "I feel the same, my dearest. The world can be cruel, but when we're together, I find solace and strength in your love."

I pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the princess's head, cherishing the warmth of our connection. "We have faced countless challenges already, my love, and each time we have emerged stronger. I will do everything in my power to protect our love, even if it means facing danger head-on."

Princess Y/N looked up at me with a mix of admiration and concern in her eyes. "I know your bravery knows no bounds, but I worry for your safety. What if one day there is a threat that becomes more than we can handle?"

My grip tightened reassuringly around the princess's hand. "Fear not, my princess. I have honed my skills as a spy for years, and I will outsmart and outwit anyone who dares to stand in our way. But I also promise you this-we will face any danger together. I will never leave your side."

A sense of determination filled the air as we walked through the empty hallway of the castle. Being careful and being quiet so that we won't alert anyone. As we made our way, we kept up a conversation. The princess was telling me about a book that she has recently read. I can see the passion she has for reading with the way she described the characters, the plot, and even her favorite lines.

"I'm very neutral about it. I mean Solenne did have a point in saying that since what Azalea did was so rushed and wasn't thought out, but at least she could have approached it in a better way," she told me as I looked at her and contemplated what to say of the book.

"That's true, Solenne could have approached it better but if she didn't say that then there wouldn't be more drama happening just like most stories," "I mean that's true, that makes up for it I guess," she chuckled.

We continued walking hand in hand until we heard something. It's footsteps," Someone's here, I think it's the guards doing their rounds. We need to hide," Princess Y/N quickly pulled me to the nearest room and closed the door.

I released a sigh of relief when I looked around and found that there isn't anyone else in, I was almost sure we went into an occupied room.

"We still need to hide what if the guard comes in here. I'm sure we made some noise when we ran," "Quick the closet."

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Milady's hands are around the Princess's waist. Bodies pressed against the other, both breathing heavily from their adrenaline. The princess can feel Milady's breath on her neck and her chest on her back. The princess wouldn't admit it but if they were in other circumstances she would definitely be turned on.

"This is such an awful and common place to hide princess," "Well I'm sorry I didn't take us to the Bahamas of hiding places," the princess sarcastically replied with an eye roll.

"Don't roll your eyes at me princess or I will give you a reason for you to actually roll them." Princess Y/N let out a shaky breath at that imagining what Milady could do to her.

Not being able to take the sexual tension anymore, she looks over at Milady who is looking down at her. The princess reaches up and cups Milady's face with her hand. Milady turns her head and kisses the princess.

Their lips press together as their tongues dance around each other. Milady pulls away, "I want you so bad right now Y/N/N." The princess smiles, "Me too my love." She leans forward and kisses Milady again.

This time Milady doesn't pull away. They kiss for a few minutes before Milady breaks the kiss. Milady's face is flushed red. The princess looks into her eyes, "Are you okay?" Milady nods, "Yeah I'm fine."

"Good," they proceeded to snog each other until Milady pushed Y/N on the wall only for the said "wall" to be pushed open. Gasping both the princess and Milady forgot that they were in a closet.

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I can feel Milady's hands fiddle with my dress and unbutton it. I helped her pull it off. She took off her dress as well. I'm wearing a white lace bra and thong and she's wearing a plain black lace bra and thong. Milady removes hers also. 'Hod she's so beautiful,' I think to myself.

Milady pushes me to lay down on the bed and Milady lays down beside me since we were already out of the closet. She kisses my neck and gently bites my earlobe. I moan and run my hands through her hair. "Mmmm, Milady that feels so good," I moan.

Milady begins to kiss down my neck and my chest. She kisses the top of my breasts, teasing me. I almost feel like I'm going to explode. She makes her way to my breasts and begins to suck on my nipple. Milady is teasing me to the point of me losing control.

"Milady please," I groan

"Please what princess?" "Pleas-ahhh!" I moan loudly as Milady begins to suck harder and flick my nipple with her tongue. I'm on the brink of cumming so hard I don't know if I can handle it.

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Milady switches sides with Y/N's other breast. Her left hand has glided down to Y/N's pussy, rubbing it at a decent speed. "Oh Milady!" Y/N moans out. Milady smirks at that.

Milady moves down to Y/N's thong. She runs her finger up and down Y/N's pussy before hooking her fingers in the underwear. Milady pulls the underwear down. "Ah Milady!" Y/N moans out in pleasure.

When the underwear is off, Milady gets on her knees between Y/N's legs and spreads them. She licks up the side of Y/N's pussy and when she reaches her clit she sucked hard while her middle finger enters Y/N's core.

Y/N's head fell back in the bed as two more digits entered her and as the pleasure Milady was giving her increases.

"Ah! Milady!" Y/N moans out and she arches her back.

Milady's tongue continues to fuck Y/N's pussy as her fingers pumps in and out of Y/N's pussy.

Y/N's breathing became uneven and her walls began to tighten around Milady's fingers. Milady begins to attack Y/N's clit even harder while using her other hand to toy with Y/N's nipple.

"OHHHH!" Y/N screams out as she squirts onto Milady.

"Holy shit," Milady whispers while looking up at Y/N. Her eyes look dazed and filled with lust. "That was amazing, Milady."

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I could feel Y/N's cum on my face but I could care less. Y/N's squirt is so addicting making me want to drink more.

"You're so sexy when you squirt princess," I say as I climb up Y/N's body, slowly kissing her.

Y/N grabs my head and kisses me back. Our tongues dance around each other once more. She swipes her tongue across my bottom lip and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. I shiver at the sudden action she took.

I crawl on top of Y/N, but I don't move any further. We both stared at each other before Y/N wiggled her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I position myself right above her, my pussy above her pussy.

I grab one of her legs in my hand and set it on my shoulder. I bring my other hand to Y/N's face and rub her cheek. She looks at me with trust filled eyes. I slowly lower myself onto Y/N and I can feel my pussy get filled with the warmth of her pussy.

I begin to grind against Y/N, both of us are moaning at the amazing feeling. Y/N grabs both my breasts and begins to rub them. I can feel Y/N suck and lick my nipples. "Mmmm Milady fuck me please!" Y/N begs.

I begin to thrust into Y/N and I can feel her juices dripping down my thighs. I can also feel Y/N's juices drip onto my thigh. Both of us are so wet our sounds are loud against the quilt.

"Ah! Milady!" Y/N moans out. I can feel Y/N's walls tighten around my fingers. "Fuck!"

"Oh Y/N!" I moan out as I pull my fingers out and I come all over Y/N's stomach and chest. I collapse onto Y/N's and I kiss her. Y/N kisses back with so much passion.

"That was amazing, I never knew you

could have such a dirty mouth princess," Y/N said.

"I learned from the best," she says, her face a shade of red.

"Hmmm, well if you insist," I say with a smirk.

We burst out laughing as we lay there in sweaty, cum soaked sheets for a few minutes before I turned around to look at Y/N, "I love you princess."

"I love you too, Milady," she replies. I kiss her on the lips before getting up. I pull her out of the bed. "W-what are you doing?" Y/N asks.

"Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before one of your ladies in waiting and/or the guards notice your absence and send someone to come looking for you," I say as I grab her hand and carry her to the bathroom.

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Heyyy Lovelies! So that is all I have written so far. I was going to publish this a while back but wattpad has been bugging and won't let me update it so that's why it took a while apologies. I hope you liked it though. If you have any one shot suggestions please comment down below. Also just saw the movie 2 weeks ago and I've been rewatching since then. It's really good, Eva did such a good job at playing Milady. Can't wait for the second part of the movie. Anyways, thanks for reading and don't forget to drink your water and stay hydrated lovelies!

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