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“Be Quiet.” // DILF!Aemond Targaryen x Babysitter!Reader // PART ONE.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS! (+200 now) so here is the awaited fic, celebrating a milestone <3 based on this poll, dilf aemond won at the end haha 💞

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WARNINGS: unprotected p in v sex, dubcon(?), oral (both f and m.), blowjob, cum eating, cum play(?), breeding kink, multiple orgasms, age gap (9ish years), DILF aemond, single father aemond, power imbalance(?), throat fucking, cunnilingus, lots and lots of kissing, + not proofread

WC: 7.1k (yeah...)

« part two // 🎄 special »

Getting fired from your job while trying to pay rent and gathering tuition fees isn't exactly ideal, you wanted to pursue a bachelor's degree after high school, but you didn't have enough money, coming from a family that was barely held by, nor were you eligible to apply for student because there were legal issues.

You moved out of your parents not wanting to financially burden them anymore, renting a decent apartment with just enough space for you to call it a 'home' you've been working for the past 2 years, a decent paying job but it was enough to get by and save up on the fees too, everything seemed to be going perfect until you suddenly got fired and your landlord decided to increase the rent.

You knew you'd have to cut into your savings to pay rent now, but you didn't want that, you halfway there to your goal, you were expected to get promoted and get higher pay, you calculated it, that it would only take one more year for you get enough amount to pay for the first few sems, and then maybe you'll be able to apply for a student loan by then.

But fate had different plans, and here you were on your couch scrolling through multiple apps to find any type of job, extremely desperate.

And that's when you saw it.

“Babysitter needed.” you thought how perfect of a job it would be considering the degree you wanted to so badly was based in psychology, child psychology specifically, and interacting with kids will probably give you some type of experience?

You quickly clicked on it and found the contact number, and decided to call it, you bit your lips nervously hoping they'd pick up.

“Hello?” you heard a cool voice say which sent shivers down your spine.

“Hello- yes uhm, Hi! I am calling because I saw the post on the app that said you needed a babysitter for hire?” you stumble over your words and mentally facepalm yourself for it.

“Yes, indeed. Are you interested in applying?” he asks and you quickly reply with a yes.

“Do you have any prior experience?” he asks and you reply with a quick yes, you've babysat a few kids throughout your highschool era for quick cash, as a way to not rely on your parents for menial things.

“Mhm alright, I don't want to bring your hopes up by saying you got a job, I'd like to have a personal interview first, if you do not mind.” he says and you say, thanking him and he hangs up the call.

You were fucking shaking.

It felt like applying for the first job of your life all again, the nervousness, the anxiety, the everything.

Aemond had saved your phone number and sent it to his assistant, Floris, asking her to run a background check on you, and to see if you had any criminal background, he read your name on the file that got delivered to him, sipping on his coffee while he scanned through your details.

You just turned 21, recently.

‘So young’ he thought, ‘Let me guess, she's probably looking for jobs in order to afford education.’ he guessed and he was exactly on the money with that one.

He wasn't that old himself, barely 30

He inherited his father's business at just age 23, being the only one capable of handling such pressure, his elder siblings couldn't stand a chance against him, and since then, he's maintained the Targaryen name perfectly.

He remembers falling in love with a woman older than him, he was 24, she attended one of the business parties he dreaded going to, Alys rivers was her name, they dated for 2 years before deciding to pace things up and get engaged since everything was going perfect for both of them.

Until Alys got pregnant, Aemond was overjoyed when he heard that news, but he didn't know that the child would suck the life out of her.

She died giving birth to their son, and he was devastated, being heart broken by her death, however he never once blamed his child, it was their choice to birth him, and it failed miserably.

But 3 years had passed since her death and he had moved on from her death, ready to love once again, yet it was extremely hard to find someone that wasn't after his money.

He knew he couldn't just live in the misery of heartbreak, and Alys would've wanted him to move on too.

His son, Aenys, recently turned 3 too, he inherited Aemond's purple eyes and silver blonde hair, typical targ features, but he saw how the softness of his nose, sharpness of his eyes resembled his mother.

But back to you at hand, he went through all your papers deeming you fit for the interview, he called a day later telling you the address where the interview would be held, his office.

Yes, his fucking office, as if you were applying for a job at his company, he justified it by saying that you were technically his employee.

When you got out of the taxi and looked at the company in front of you, it finally clicked in your brain that your employee was none other than Aemond Targaryen, and it only made your anxiety worse.

You went to the receptionist and told her your name, and she typed it in, giving you a small smile, telling you that you were exactly on time. She called his office to tell you that you were here and led you to his office. You looked around and noticed how big this company was, a bunch of employees working in their cubicles, typing away.

“Mr. Targaryen?” she called out and you heard a small ‘come in.’ Before stepping inside and pushing the door open for you to enter, you did and she stepped outside, closing it gently behind you, leaving you alone in the room with the man.

Aemond hadn't looked up from his files until the door closed, and when he did, he felt his breath caught in his throat.

“You may sit.” he says and you nod, sitting across him on the opposite side of the table, you felt so small under his gaze, it was so intimidating but you put up with it.

He began the interview by asking questions about yourself, and all relevant things, but there was one question that caught you off guard.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks and you furrow your brows, “Excuse me?” you question, noticing how odd of a question it is.

“Don't get me wrong, the previous babysitter had one, and she used to bring him to the apartment and…” he cleared his throat and you immediately caught on to what he was implying, “Oh! No! I do not have one, and even if I did I would not do that!” you reassure him and he gives you a nod.

He was fucking lying.

But you didn't know that.

The previous babysitter was an old lady, who Aenys liked a lot, but sadly she had to leave the city.

“I hope you know that you're expected to work full time? I leave for the office at 9AM and return back at 7PM, and you'll need to be ready to work those long hours, and sometimes I might not even return till late at night if there is extra work.” he says and you nod, and before the question can leave your mouth he cuts you off.

“Do not worry, you'll be paid for those extra hours.” he confirms and you nod smiling at him.

And then came your terms, which he agreed to, he made you sign a one year contract, and you did it without hesitation.

Frankly the pay was so high you would barely need to work 6 months to reach the full amount, but you still did an extra 6 months considering how having extra money at hand doesn't hurt.

And with a handshake, he accepted you.

You were practically going to spend most of your awake time with the kid, it sounds hectic but the pay was too good to pass up on, I mean, $80 per hour? fuck yes, you'd be having around $230k by the end of the contract. Aemond was filthy rich.

It was finally your day to go to his house and you already knew it was going to be big, but you were still shocked when you arrived to the destination, it was a 20 minute drive from your house, and it was located in the richest neighbourhood to exist in the city, you felt embarrassed getting out of your taxi at an area where everyone probably had their own cars, heck, a collection of them even, but you paid the fare and the guard got up to question you, you told him and he quickly nodded before letting you inside.

It was early in the morning, you came quickly so Aemond could show you around the house and introduce you to his kid, you stood there nervously as you rang the doorbell, Aemond had checked through the security camera before the door opened, revealing the house interior.

You quickly stepped in and he closed the door behind you. You expected him to have maids and a bunch of staff, but you were surprised when you found none. No wonder he asked if you can cook, you'd probably be doing all the work here besides the cleaning.

“Aenys is in his playroom, let me take you there.” he says cooly and you follow him, taking in your surroundings.

He opens the door to the playroom and you immediately find a kid, who you assumed to be older than 2, playing with his dragon toys, making rawr sounds, and yelling the word ‘dracarys.’ you smiled at the cuteness.

Aemond cleared his throat which caught the attention of Aenys and he smiled brightly before he jumped in his arms, “Papa!” he yelled, before he turned his attention to you and looked at his father in question

“Hey aeny, do you know how the previous babysitter had to leave town?” he asks gently and Aenys nods, “And papa needs to be away for work top right? So I got you a new babysitter who will take care of you.” he points towards you, explaining and Aenys looks at you tilting his head slightly

“Hey, Aenys.” you give him a small, waving your hand, he shyly waves back before he hides his face his fathers chest, you chuckle at the cuteness.

“I'll go give her a house tour okay? And then I will visit you once again before I leave, have fun darling.” He says and puts his son down, and Aenys looks at you once again, inspecting you, observing you, you smile at him once again, and this time he gives you a shy smile.

Aemond leaves the room and you wave a quick temporary goodbye to Aenys and follow him.

“Aenys, doesn't have a mother, or at least he had to grow up without one” Aemond randomly begins and you look at him confused. “My fiancee-” he sighs before halting his footsteps, “She- she had died while giving birth to him.” you watch as he takes deep breaths, “It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now, we have a lot of time anyway, just open up to me when you are ready, sir.” you tell him and he looks at you, giving you a nod and resumes the house tour.

It was fucking big.

Just like he said, he visited his son once more before leaving for work and the entire day you spent it with Aenys, getting to know him, observing his behaviour.

You noted that he was extremely shy at first but then he eventually warmed up to you, he still had his guard up of course since you were fairly new and a stranger in his life, you introduced yourself and he did the same.

He showed you all his toy collections, which you were genuinely fascinated by, he had so many dragon figurines and remembered each one by their name, his favourite was vhagar.

“It waass papa's once, when he was jus like mee.” he babbled cutely, the way he pronounced the words were so cute too, you swear you could die at it.

“Vhagar belonged to your papa?” you felt awkward saying the word papa, but you knew you had to considering that it was the term Aenys was used to, he nodded, smiling.

“Yesh! He gwave it to meh.” he says and you smile.

Aenys had quite a developed vocabulary for his age, though he pronunciation was a bit off, but you knew it would improve with time.

And just like that, you and Aenys grew close, he was always cheery to see you, you cooked and looked after him, feeding him vegetables in a way he would enjoy, and Aemond was surprised when he found out, considering Aenys refused to eat vegetables.

You put Aenys to sleep one day, singing him a lullaby and caressing his hair as he fell asleep in his bed, he watched you with big doe eyes, which were slowly beginning to get droopy as sleep overcame him. He closed his eyes and his brows were relaxed. You sat there for a while, watching him sleep, and you look at the time, 8PM, Aemond was running late, but you didn't mind, by the time he usually fell asleep, Aemond would've been there, listening to you sing to his son and when he finally fell asleep, you would leave, politely saying goodbye to Aemond, but this time you had stayed, since Aemond was late.

You noticed how Aenys eyebrows furrowed before you saw tears coat his eyelashes

“Mam… mama… I want mama...” he mumbled in his sleep and you swear you felt your heart wrench at that, then you heard small sniffles.

He was crying in his sleep.

Is this what usually happens after you leave? You felt extremely sad, you remember how Aemond had told you that Aenys grew up without a mother, how she had died during childbirth. You never really thought about it much but you realised how tough it must've been for Aenys, then suddenly you remembered all the times you played together or watched cartoons, how he would say the word "mother" longingly when he was referring to a mom dragon, or how he stared in a daze when a cartoon showed a mom taking care of his child.

He was beginning to notice an absence of a parental figure in his life.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sniffling getting louder, and Aenys was beginning to borderline cry out, you quickly picked him up and carried him, pacing around the room gently as you patted his back, his hand clung tightly onto the sleeve of your arm and he rested his cheek on your shoulder.

“Shhh, Aenys, it's okay.” you try consoling him but he kept repeating the words 'I want mama, mama.' in his sleep over and over again.

Not knowing what to do, you began to feel bad, so you did what you thought was the best.

“Aenys, Mama is here, it's okay hush now..” you coo gently into his ear and that's when he finally stops sniffling, 'mama?' he mumbles and you hum, “Yes, it's mama, do not cry anymore okay? Mama is here.” you caress his hair and he finally relaxes, you were so entranced in comforting him that your brain managed to ignore the presence of Aemond himself, who had arrived when you picked him up and paced around in a panic, he was going to interfere but then he heard you say those words.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed him, heat climbing up your face as you realised he probably heard everything and also you were stricken with fear too cause you likely overstepped.

You gently placed Aenys down on the bed and got out of his room, anxiety coursing through your veins as you realised what you had done

But you were only trying to comfort him.

Aemond soon followed you out the room as well and you turned around to face him when he closed the door.

“I apologize— I'm so sorry—” you began.

“Don't. It's fine, I can understand why you did that.” he cuts you off, and you wince.

“He- he's been noticing.” you began and Aemond nodded, “I've noticed too.” he replies and sighs.

“Aenys has changed a lot since you've started babysitting him in a good way , and I've noticed it, he's becoming more and more aware of the world around him.” He moves to the living room, sitting on the couch and you do the same, sitting on the one opposite to him.

“I've made sure that he never felt a lack of anything in his life, but I guess it's only natural for a person to desire something he can't have.” he says.

“Aenys can have a mother, if you remarry, that void will be fulfilled somewhat.” you suggest and he looks at before chuckling “I've thought of that too, my mother said the same thing, but i cannot trust anyone, especially considering how many are after my money, who knows if they'll be kind to him, or whether Aenys will like them or not.” he sighs.

“That is true.” you agree with him and he looks at you.

“Unless… ” he begins, eye scanning your entire being and you look at him, your heartbeat quickening, just as he was about to say something, your phone rings and it cuts off the trance-like state you were in, and you look at it to see who it is.

It was a spam call.

But then your eyes bulge out of your sockets when you look at the time, “Holy shit it's late, I'm sorry sir but i have to leave now, or else it will be too dangerous.” you say and quickly apologise and he nods, dismissing you. That was the first night, sleep came to Aenys peacefully.

But it didn't to Aemond, he was lost in thought about everything, but then his mind wandered off to somewhere it shouldn't go.

The way you comforted Aenys stirred something inside you, the moment was perfect, you cooing in Aenys' ear that you were here, pretending to be his mother.

It was so perfect.

Almost as if you were made for that.

Aemond felt his heart flutter.

For the first time in years.

He couldn't help but accept the pull he felt towards you.

Aenys doesn't seem to remember the incident, probably cause he was literally just sleep talking so it was left at that, but you and Aemond however grew a bit close after that incident, he came back home early as he can, so he could spend time with his son and you, he was subconsciously trying to get his son used to both of them being around, both present in his life as parental figures.

You obviously weren't able to leave early just because he got home early because those were your mandatory hours, so it became your new normal to spend time with him and Aenys.

You couldn't deny that there was something definitely blooming in between you and Aemond, he would often throw appreciative comments in your way, which made your belly pool up with heat.

You noticed how he wanted to stay by your side, physical touch lingering, he had suggested that you 3 should go grocery shopping, and you found it odd considering he could literally order his clients to fetch them for him, but you agreed anyways, using it as a chance to get outside and let Aenys interact with other people. Aemond was heavily against sending him to the daycare, because he was scared for his son, it was understandable but it also set Aenys behind a bit.

“Mama, I want this!” you hear a kid yell at his mom and you watch as she refuses it gently, telling him no and that she will buy him the next time they come back here, and the kid just pouted, you chuckled at the sight.

You turned your attention to Aenys who was staring at the scene too, and you realised how he was in a daze once again as well, you looked at Aemond who also seemed to notice.

Aenys quickly ran in another direction and you panicked and almost ran after him before he was back in front of you again, grabbing the same toy the other child had grabbed earlier and showing it to you. “Ma-” he cut himself short before pushing the toy to show you “I want this!” he says and Aemond was confused at first and he was about to agree to buy that toy for Aenys until you butted in, “No Aenys, we can't buy it right now! We'll buy it next time when we come back here okay?” you say and he smiles sheepishly at you, before pretending to pout and put the toy back in a random shelf.

You chuckled at the childishness, he just wanted to feel the same type of experience that others do. Aemond knew it was just you both playing around, he didn't miss the way Aenys almost called you his mother, and it spurred him on further, the way you acted as a genuine mother.

Those type of random moments became often, and it pushed Aemond further and further to the edge, the way you would act like such a perfect mom made him want to bend you over any surface and fuck you, filling you up with his cum.

Aemond then suddenly started joining for lunch, he would usually eat at his office, but he made extra effort to drive home so he could eat with his 'family.' He loved your cooking, you made it taste like home, he would watch as you cut smaller pieces of fruits and vegetables for Aenys so he could properly chew and eat. He imagined how perfect you would be as his wife and like an official mother to his child, or better, children, all of these small things were pushing him to the edge

And soon it would push him off it.

Aemond cursed himself when he drove through the rain, already running late, he looked at his watch and read the time, it was 10PM, the meeting in the afternoon stretched over two hours long which set back the rest of his schedule by a lot, he quickly parked his hair before making his way inside his house, open the door with the extra key carried before shutting it close.

“Look Aenys! Dada's here.” he heard you say and he was immediately spun around, he didn't expect you to stick around this long, but then he realised it was raining heavily and you always went by taxi, there probably would've been no taxi available in this weather.

“Aenys didn't go to sleep yet?” he asks, undoing the suit he was wearing before throwing it on the couch, approaching both of you, taking Aenys into his arms.

“He wanted to wait until you got home, he was worried for you, though he seems tired hmm.” you pinch his nose playfully and he scrunches it up, “I'm not twired…” he says but then yawns earning a chuckle from both you and Aemond.

“I'll put him to sleep, you go freshen up.” you say and Aemond nods, giving him back to you.

Fuck everything about that interaction felt too domestic.

And Aemond had lost his resolve.

He found you sitting on the couch, scrolling through something, he sat down next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asks and you look at him, “Trying to book cabs, but there are none available at the moment due to the weather.” you sigh before placing your phone down.

Aemond should've offered to drive you home but instead he offered to let you stay.

“You know you can stay over, I do not mind it.” he says and you look at him “Really? I don't wanna be a bother—”

“Oh please, you are never a bother.” he cuts you off and smiles at you. “You should freshen up for the night, you've been here since morning.” he says but you pout. “I do not have any clothes.” you say and he simply shrugs, “You can wear mine.” he pushes the buttons, wondering how far he can get away with it, he knew offering you to let you stay at his house already broke the employee boss relationship, hell, the moment he desired you was when it already broke.

“Mhm okay! Where is the guest bathroom?” you ask and he shakes his head, “The water heater is broken in that one, it's better if you use the attached bathroom in my room.” he says.

The water heater wasn't broken.

He was lying.

And you believed him.

He watched as you got up and made your way to his room, which was right next to Aenys', considering he has to react if something happens to him, he followed you inside opening the cupboards and giving you his hoodie and fresh pair of boxers which you thanked him for.

He left the room to give you privacy, but oh gods his mind was racing with all the thoughts.

He paced around, trying to contain himself, and he stood there in front of the door.

And then you opened it.

His hoodie reached to your thighs, and you looked at him, shocked to find him in front of the door, lips parted.

He snapped.

He quickly pushed you inside and shut the door behind you, slamming his lips against yours, and kissed you fervent hunger, you stumbled back and you almost fell but he caught you by your waist and pushed deeper into the kiss, moving his lips hungrily against your.

He pulls away, silently giving you a way out if you need it.

You should refuse this.

You should push him away.

But you don't, instead you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a deeper kiss, he groans when he feels you kiss him back, he pulls away once again, before grabbing you by your arm and pushing you onto the bed, making you fall on your back, your hoodie rising up, revealing your stomach, which he kissed lovingly before he pulled the hoodie even more further up, exposing your tits and pressing kisses to the nipples, causing you to gasp.

He pulls the hoodie off of you completely, and you raise your hands to assist him, he pulls off his shirt too, exposing his naked chest, and you bite your lip at the view, next he takes the boxes off you, doing the same, leaving you both completely bare to the room.

He pushes you upwards to the bed and crawls on top of you, kissing your face, neck, collar bones and valley between your breasts, his hands grab the flesh of your tits before he kneads them, massaging them, thumbs flicking the nipples making you arch your back.

One of his hands trails down to your core, dipping into the heat, he outright moans when he finds you practically leaking, collecting the arousal and bringing it upwards your bud. Rubbing small circles which makes you gasp.

He pulls his hand away and brings it up to lick at the wetness that has accumulated on the fingers, humming in satisfaction before he pressed kisses which travelled downwards until his mouth stopped right at your core, giving a small kiss to it to, you shivered when you felt his hot breath against it, the way the air he exhaled would hit your clit. He kissed the inner part of your thighs first, making you needy with want, wishing he'd just take you into his mouth.

And then he does, his tongue strides upwards from your opening to your clit, giving you one long lick before he captures your clit with his mouth, suckling on it, causing you moan his name loudly, both of his hands wrap around your thighs and he pulls them further apart, his fingers digging into the flesh as he hungrily devours your cunt, tongue flicking the bud constantly, you grip his hair and buck your hips, practically rutting against his face, you felt his tongue travelling down and lick at the wetness, the tip of his nose pushing against your clit, you felt your core tighten as the movement of his tongue sped up, causing you to topple over the edge and your orgasm hit you like a truck, making you whine loudly.

He greedily licked everything up before he placed wet kisses on your thighs, the residue of your wetness sticking to them before he sat back on his knees between your parted legs, you watched as he got up slightly, making his cock come into view.

Your eyes widened slightly, which didn't go unnoticed by Aemond, this stroked his ego very much.

He was big, bigger than any you've seen before, it was pale with a tip that was flushed pink due to the blood pumping, oozing precum out of it, he pumped his cock in his hand to ease the area, coating his dick in his own precum before he positioned it against your entrance, you bit your lip in anticipation but then you felt him slide against your folds, covering his dick in your wetness as well before slapping your clit with the tip of his dick, making you whimper.

He then lined himself against your entrance and pushed in, and you arched your back at the stretch, it was so delicious, you felt so full.

He leaned on top of you and gave you a passionate kiss, you could taste yourself on his tongue, making you taste the tanginess, he supported his weight on his elbows which were on either side of you, gripping yours, fingers intertwined with yours. You were locked in a missionary position, a position that felt intimate.

Then you felt him move, thrusting in and out at a brutal speed, causing you to moan his name, the thrusts made you jolt up the bed, breasts bouncing due to the force emitted from it, his grip tightening as he grunted on top of you, rutting into your wet heat, his hair dropped his shoulders, cascading around his face, and you gasped at how godly his looked like this.

Then you felt his tip hit your gspot, constantly, which caused you moan extremely loudly, “Fuckk! Ahh~ Aemond!” you mewled, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, his hand left one of yours to cover your mouth as he continuously slammed into you.

“Shh, be quiet, or he'll wake up.” he whispers, referring to Aenys who was sleeping in the next room and you nodded, you felt him pull his hand away but his thumb traced your lips, you opened your mouth which made him put his thumb inside and you sucked on him, and you felt him groan, then he pulled it out, hand going back to grip yours, and you bit your lip to hold back your moans from slipping out.

You felt your core begin to tighten again and it snapped once more, causing you to arch you back, pushing your breasts against his chest and he muttered 'fuck' feeling the way you clenched around him.

His thrusts begin to grow sloppy and lose their rhythm, indicating that he was close, “Fuckk, I'm gonna cum inside you.” he says and you whine, “I'm going to get you pregnant, watch you grow round with my kid…” he growls, thrusting into you again and again, “You're going to give Aenys little siblings, You will, right? He looked so lonely, I think he'd appreciate that.” he grunts and you nod quickly, mind too hazy to even comprehend or acknowledge the complications behind you agreeing to this.

“Good girl.” he says before he finishes inside you, and paints your walls white, shooting up his seed far into you, riding his orgasm out.

You felt him pull out and thought that was the end until he pushed you over onto your back, and sat on his knees, he grabbed your waist and pulled it up, and you immediately switched to supporting your on your knees as you arched your back, stretching like a cat, your hands on the side of you.

He groaned when he watched his cum drip down your thighs before he scooped it up and put it in his mouth, tasting your combined essence.

He was still hard.

So he wasted no time, shoving himself back inside you and you whined at the way your walls felt overstimulated, not knowing if you can handle one more orgasm consistently.

He sheathed himself inside your walls, and moved with fervent speed like before, his balls slapping against your thighs, the room was filled with erotic noises, he gripped your waist for support, until his hand travelled slightly upwards, catching one of your tits before gripping it tightly, and rolling the nipple in between his fingers.

“I can't wait to watch them swell.” he grunts.

“You'd look so pretty with my child in your belly, the way your tummy will swell? Gods fuck, that is a vision.” he moans

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, like you are meant to.” he notes, thrusting in and out, watching as the previous cum leaks out.

He clicks his tongue

“So much is going to waste, tsk, it's okay I'll fill you up again, make sure you get pregnant.” he groans and you moan, “Ye-yes fill me up.” you say, and he smirks at that, “Good girl, taking my cock like one.” he leans against you, your back pressing to his chest as he leaves kisses on the back of your neck, and you once again, topple over the edge for the third time.

He finishes too, inside you again.

You both fall besides each other on the bed, and realise the weight of the situation after the adrenaline and excitement of the moment fades away and the breathing becomes more stable.

“I- fuck.” Aemond begins not knowing what to say and you lay there quietly.

“Listen, ever since that day you walked in, I felt some type of pull towards you, I wasn't sure what it was, but it was as if we were meant to me, and I couldn't ignore the feelings brewing inside me.” you watch as he speaks.

“I- to put it in simple words, I fell in love with you. I really did, though it's fine if you do not share the same feelings, we can go back to pretending this never happened.” he confesses.

“I am in love with you too.” you confess, “I pushed these feelings away, because it wasn't appropriate.” you say and he looks at you this time.

Silence falls between you two.

A comfortable silence.

He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you, hugging you, and you hug him back, the he places loving kisses atop you.

You felt something hard pressing against your inner thighs and you looked down, shocked to find him hard again, you chuckle.

“Again?” you tease and he playfully glares at you, “Yeah, you're so fucking irresistible.” he kisses your neck, hips mindlessly grinding against you. “I'm so sensitive.” you pout, but you get an idea, you quickly push him onto his back before getting on top of him, and then crawling down in between his legs, before taking his cock in your hand.

“Fuck!” he moans when he feels your warm hand wrap around it, before you gently tug on it, pumping your hand up and down, watching as the precum leaks out, you collect some with your tongue, poking the slight hole making him groan and grip the side of your head.

You trail kisses down to his balls, before giving them wet kisses as your hand pumps his cock, you lick a long stride up his length before taking him in your mouth, as best as you can, hands resting on his thighs to balance yourself.

You bob your head up and down, swirling the the tongue around him, pulling away time to time to breath before descending onto him once again, the grip on the side of your head tightened and you watched as he sat up slightly leaning on his elbow, before his hips thrusted upwards, and so you let him take control.

He collected your hair into a makeshift pony before gripping the back of your head tightly and thrusting his entire length into your mouth, the tip teaching the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, causing tears to well up in your eyes, you closed them and tried to breathe through your nose as he thrusted upwards and fast, essentially fucking your throat.

You felt him twitch slightly in your mouth, knowing he was close, you sucked him and hollowed your cheeks, he threw his head back at that, he felt steady pleasure rising within him before such a force expelled from his body, causing him to peak, shooting out ropes and ropes after cum into your mouth, you felt it hit the back of your throat, causing you to swallow unknowingly, before he slightly pulled out, cause the remaining to fall in your mouth.

He pulled out completely and watched your face, flushed and hair dishevelled, you held his cum in your mouth, waiting for his command, “Swallow.” and you did, obeying him, opening your mouth to show that there was none left, he groaned as he watched the remnants of his seed drip from the side of your mouth before he collected it with his index finger and shoved it back into your mouth, and you click his finger clean, he grunted before you upwards and kissing you, tasting himself in your mouth, hands squeezing your ass before he gave one of them light slaps, causing you to wince.

You pulled away and breathed heavily, he smiled down at you, before he left the bed to clean both of you up, collecting the clothes and getting dressed before he pulled beside him in the bed, going to sleep while hugging your form.

You dreaded the next morning, wondering how you'll explain your relationship to Aenys, you woke up to an empty bed, you read the time, it's was just 8AM, you felt sad but then you quickly got up and went outside finding Aemond and Aenys awake, sitting at the table conversing, your heart warmed at the sight, Aenys spotted you and ran over to you, lifting his arms up, asking you to silently to carry him, and you did, you picked him up before placing a small kiss to his forehead.

“Mama!” he said and you froze, before you looked at Aemond, who gave you a small smile and nodded and your eyes softened at it, it seems he had done the explaining.

“Mama! Mama!” Aenys grabbed your face making you look at him and you chuckled, “Yes Aenys, it's mama.” you say and he smiles brightly.

“I'll go get ready for work.” Aemond says, getting up from the spot he was sitting on and coming over to both of you before he pressed a kiss to Aenys forehead, and doing the same to you and going inside his room and getting ready.

You put Aenys down on his chair and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, you made simple eggs on toast, and just on the time, Aemond came out of his room, looking all ready and you placed three plates down, along with fruits cut into small pieces of Aenys.

“I made breakfast.” you say and Aemond smiles at you, before sitting down and the three of you ate breakfast.

Applying for this job was the best thing you've ever done.

Who knew your life would change the course of it in the span of just a few months.

There were other things to discuss, and you knew it was plaguing Aemond's mind as well, but you both decided it will be best if discussed later and so you both basked in this moment, listening to Aenys babbles.

“So i hwave a mom now rightt?” he asks Aemond who nods, “Are you happy?” he asks and Aenys nods quickly, “Yesh! Aenys is wery hwappy! But…” he trails off and you feel your heartbeat quicken.

“I want a sibling too…” he murmurs

Oh gods.

Your eyes flickered over to Aemond who stared at you, you blush and look away as you remembered the details of last night.

“I wwant a swister… ! or a bwother!!! Hmm any is fine…” he babbles on, not knowing what he is asking for.

You look at Aemond again, who didn't seem to take his eye off you at all.

He smirks.

Oh fuck.

You quickly get up and collect the empty plates before going behind the kitchen counter and placing them in the sink, washing your hands, focusing your attention on them, until you felt arms wrapped around your waist before one trailed upwards towards your breast giving it squeeze, you quickly looked up to see Aenys was watching until you realised he was nowhere to be seen.

“He's in his playroom.” Aemond whispered in your ear, grinding slowly against your ass.

“Heard that? He wants a sibling so badly, surely you can't deny him right?” he asks, pinching your nipples through the fabric causing you to gasp.

He places kisses down your neck, before he spins you around and kisses you on the mouth, making you wrap your arms around his shoulder. He pulls away before kissing you on the cheek.

His phone rings and he notices the time, 9:15AM, he was running late which was the first for him, and it was his assistant calling him.

“Fuck, mood spoiler.” he grunts before shoving his phone back in his pocket before placing a kiss to your mouth once again.

“Don't think I'm done with you yet, it's gonna be one hell of a ride when I get back home.” he presses one final kiss to your neck before pulling himself away from you, granted it was so fucking difficult considering how he wanted to fuck you on the kitchen counter just moments ago.

You nod and follow him to the front door.

“Have a nice day, Aemond.” you say, and he smiles at you, coming to kiss you but then Aenys comes running towards you both.

“Is dada going to work?? BYE DADAAA” he screams and Aemond chuckles, before waving a small 'bye' to Aenys, and leaving from the front door.

He barely left and he already couldn't wait to get back home from work.

And you gulped, nervous in anticipation.

Oh seven hells.

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[ham1lton]

kiss me thru the phone!

pairings - logan sargeant x law student!reader (no faceclaim).

warnings - nothing <3

summary - oscar has a new number. no problem! until logan realises he hasn’t been texting his friend his breakdown but rather some random girl. well… let’s hope you have some good advice at least.

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[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | pretty mama - j.m.

kinktober day eleven - breeding

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 3.48k

summary: after the beginning years of telling your husband you weren't ready for a baby, your four year marriage anniversary came up in the fall and you were having a little bit of baby fever.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS ALLOWED!! teasing, fingering, slight car sex if you squint, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, creampie, u protected penetration (p in v), dirty talk, talks of being a mother, pet names, talks of getting you pregnant.

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YOU DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH joel craved to see you pregnant. something you found was a bit odd but after being married to joel for a few years, you realized it was more endearing than anything. 

it was like clockwork — every time you and joel had sex, he craved to fill you up. you always told him no, that you didn’t want him to cum inside of  you even though you yourself wondered of the outcome. 

not only did he have a small kink for wanting to watch his cum leak out of you, to think about you finding out you’re carrying a mini you and him in your womb – he ached for it. he imagined you walking around, swollen and round, achy feet and coming to him to make you feel better. to console you, to take care of you, to love you. 

but tonight, your four year marriage anniversary, you felt something different. something that you’d never felt before, something that you couldn’t even imagine wanting. 

joel couldn’t even wait before getting inside the house he fixed up for you, kissing you against the front door with his key jiggling in the doorknob. 

he took you to your favorite restaurant to celebrate, having a couple of glasses of wine and mindlessly laughing with each other, like a normal married couple. but you were feeling particularly needy. 

rubbing your heeled feet against his calf, rubbing up and resting your chin on your palm as his eyes grew dark. it was an exciting scene, and feeling your heel press into the thick of his thigh, he couldn’t wait to get you home any longer. 

you were dressed in a deep red dress that cinched at your waist and acted as a corset, flowing out down your hips. paired with your black pumps with the thick heel and your skin scented with your sweet perfume he loved - he couldn’t stop staring at you. 

“quit it,” he mumbled behind the wine glass, still letting you rub up to his crotch under the table. 

too dim to notice movement underneath, everyone too deep in conversation to acknowledge the couple next to them. 

“i’m not doing anything,” you said, using your fork to scrape against the plate. 

“i’m serious, honey.” 

and he was. because the minute the two of you left, he had your leg thrown over his thigh while he drove, his fingers curling up inside of your hole that leaked for him. 

“joel please,” you cried, gripping onto the seat as your pretty red dress sat above the thick of your thighs. 

“what is it, baby? what do ya need?” his condescending voice only made you clench harder around his fingers, feeling your cunt throb in response. 

“you! i need you, please,” he only curled his fingers at a relentless pace, the only thing being heard was the light sound of the radio and your cunt gushing around his fingers. 

“oh? you need me? ‘s that why you were actin’ all needy in there?” he smirked, coming to a red light and being able to watch himself finger your hole, watching you sink into the leather seat and prop yourself against the door. 

luckily for you, joel had just the perfect amount of tint to prevent anyone from really seeing how you get for him. even though he wouldn’t mind, he liked the thought of claiming you in every way. 

but now, joel opened the door finally and pushed you inside to aim for the bedroom. 

“what do you need from me, sweetheart?” he asked, fingers tugging at the buttons of his white dress shirt after shucking off his shoes and blazer. 

your fingers were tugging at your panties already, still walking backwards to the main hall of your home. as you watched him walk towards you while taking off his top, you shook your heels off to take off a few inches of your height and finally reach the bedroom that was lit by the fairy lights you hung up — ones that joel fought you on, but you won anyways. 

the back of your knees hit the bed when you felt a cool breeze from the autumn wind blow through the open window, and you sat on the mattress while leaning on your palms. 

he stood in front of you, shirtless and unbuckling his pants as he stared you down: 

“i think,” you sighed dramatically, “i think i need you to fill me up.” 

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he wasted no time to strip off his clothes and yours, leaving both of you bare as he crawled on top of you and spread your legs with his calloused hands. you might say that his hands are your favorite thing about him, but it seemed like every part of him drove you mad without trying. 

“do ya know what you’re sayin’ right now, baby?” joel asked, humming into your neck as he kissed and licked over the skin. 

you stared at the ceiling, a smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your cheek into his. 

“mhm, i know. i need it, joel. need to know how it feels when you cum inside of me,” you said lowly into his ear, and you swore you heard him practically growl as his hand snaked between your bodies. 

“you want me t’ knock you up? you gonna let me put my babies right here,” he asked, pressing down on the fat of your lower tummy before inching his way to your mound. 

you just nodded, whining as you felt his hand start to spread your cunt. 

“joel, please, need you to breed me, please,” before you could cry for him again, his hand swiftly goes to grab you by your jaw and chin, squeezing the chub of your cheeks together so he can graze his nose against your ear. 

“say it again, tell me again,” he growled, and you bucked your hips up to try to rub your cunt against his bare cock, but he kept you down. 

“fuck, cum inside of me please, please knock me up,” 

you heard something animal like come from his throat, grabbing you harshly and pulling you up to lay back on a few pillows. he grabbed you by your thighs and pushed them up, exposing your sex to him so he could see every detail. 

he needed to admire you like this, the way your tummy bulges more than usual because of your knees near your chest, the way your thighs pushed the lips of your cunt together — covered in your slick. he loved watching you like this, seeing how you let him maneuver you however he wanted. 

still, with your legs pressed together against your chest as far as they could reach, joel sat on his knees and guided his tip between the thick lips of your cunt. he watched as your pussy covered him in your arousal, only watching as he slid between the lips, up your cunt and between your thighs. 

“such a  pretty baby, gonna let me pump you full? full of me?” he huffed as he fucked between your thighs, rubbing his shaft and balls over your cunt. 

your arms wrapped around the back of your thighs to hold yourself for him, and he smiled, kissing your calf and up your feet. moving his cock from rubbing between the fat of your thighs, he slowly let his member spread your cunt generously to rub over your hooded clit, down to prod at your tight hole. 

“yes, please, fill me baby,” you whined, feeling him start to sink into you, inducing you to stretch and mold around him. 

“mmm, fuck, always thinkin’ of fillin’ you up, always thinkin’ what you’d look like carryin’ my babies,” he grunted, taking over where you held your legs for him, spreading them wide and slotting between them. 

“fuck, joel please, please,” you were begging, aimlessly, but he only gave you more inches as he maneuvered his hips to slide further inside of your warmth. 

you could feel the way his cock made its way into your cervix, the way he pumped in and out of you slowly after finally bottoming out made you feel every curve, every vein, the way his head nudged the spot you couldn’t reach with your fingers. 

his mouth was everywhere, all over you as he pumped in and out of you kissing over your hot skin and the birth marks you had on your shoulders and neck. the dark freckles you hated, the stretch marks you thought you had too many of past the acceptable amount, the hair you tried to shave on your arms when you were a child — he worshiped all of you at every given moment. 

his arms snaked under your body, hooking over your shoulders to have leverage to keep his pace relentless. he held you close to his body, using every ounce of strength he had to make sure you didn’t have to lift a single limb to do any of the work. 

another thing about joel — he loved to just watch you take everything he had to give you. 

“that’s right baby, hold on to me, let me make you feel good, gonna make sure i put a baby in ya,” he whispered in your ear over the wet slaps that bounced off the walls, and you listened. 

you wrapped your thick legs around his waist, locking him in a hold with your calves as your arms wrapped around his, still holding you by your shoulders to keep you on his cock. your moans and whimpers would sound desperate, like you’d never be able to have him like this again, and you gripped at his forearms with your manicured nails. 

he loved when you were like this. desperately trying to get him closer, anymore closer to you than he already was, trying to grip onto him, to ground yourself with him. but it was never enough, you could never get enough of joel. no matter how many times he’s fucked you, or had you like this — you needed more. 

the thought of joel being a father to your kids never failed to make you swell with warmth, it never failed to make you fuzzy at the thought of joel claiming you in another sense. to make you a mother, the mother of his children, to have that tie forever and so everyone can know who you are made for — it sent a different type of pride in you. 

he wanted to get you pregnant, show the world that he had you to create and hold a life that you both had something to do with. to show everyone that he is the only one who could give you the world and more, to know that he’s practically locked you down in every way gave him a sense of security. 

the thought only sent your cunt to clench around the girth of his cock, something you’d never get used to be thoroughly enjoyed every time he gave himself to you. 

“fuck, fuck joel, fuck! so good, so so so good, wanna have your baby so bad,” you cried, and joel grunted at the thought as he situated himself on his knees. 

his hands were sunken into your plush tummy, hands gripping the fat of your body to hold up half of his weight and hold you down, as if you were going to slip away from him. he held you to the bed with his hands, pulling back and watching your legs unwrap around his waist to being held in the air, bent at the knee. without missing a beat, joel’s mouth hangs open a little at the sight and moved his hands from holding you by your waist, to grabbing your legs and holding you spread open by your thighs. 

this way, he could see every bit of you, the way your cunt sucked him in and made obscene sounds of squelching, how your tits looked pressed together, bouncing with fervor to each thrust. he imagined how they’d look when you were pregnant, how they’d fatten and round up as a response to your hormones and child-bearing body. 

“i know honey,” he cooed, licking his lips as he watches his cock disappear in and out of your cunt, “such a pretty pussy, ain’t lettin’ no on else have ya, you’re mine baby, all fuckin’ mine,” 

his southern accent came out more in his grunts and moans, losing concentration of anything else but you. 

he couldn’t imagine you getting any sexier, more desirable until he thought about you with his baby. after, especially. seeing you in a rocking chair with the baby in your arms, reading a story or cuddling them until they fell asleep. he remembered when he first met you. so outgoing, couldn’t get you to stay home, partying and doing all types of drugs. to be frank, he wasn’t approving of your way of life. 

he always worried about you, had to pick you up shitfaced at clubs, wanting to make sure you weren’t getting into any trouble. of course you did, there was a time joel had to bail you and tommy out of jail together because the two of you thought it was smart to get into a tussle at the bar with an obnoxious couple. joel never trusted tommy after that, mad at him for letting you do that, but you had to step in and tell him it was your decision. 

after that night, joel let you know how he felt. how your reckless ways weren’t fair for him, how he worried about you constantly, hoping you don’t end up drunk in a ditch somewhere. thinking about you now, asking him to make you a mother, only going out when joel went with you because you got tired of going out every night with your friends as you got older. now when you get drunk you aren’t crazy and sloppy, you were giggly or emotional. he admired your growth, and it even made him smile with pride realizing even though you changed some of your ways, you were still you at heart. 

he just knows you’re going to be the cool mom, the fun, exciting mom. he didn’t mind taking the burden of being the one to discipline and being not so fun to be around, it just made him flutter at the thought. knowing you went from crazy, wild and a party girl to wanting to be the mother of his kids made him warm. he had never loved anything as much as he loved you. 

“gonna be such a pretty mama, ain’t you? my perfect fuckin’ wife,” he growled, almost to himself as he stared down at you. 

no matter what, every time joel looked at you, you felt heat rush into your cheeks. this doesn’t change, not even when your bare underneath him. 

your eyes focus on his, watching his hair tousle and sweat form on his body. you couldn’t think, not even what to do with the rest of your limbs he wasn’t gripping onto, so you just hooked your arms under your calf, and held yourself open for him. 

“good fuckin’ girl, already knows what to do for me,” he smirked, watching you hold your folded position as far back as you can to open your cunt for him, just so he can see the hood of your clit between your lips and watch your hole flutter around his cock as you watched him. 

every time he soaked you in, you couldn’t help but clench. joel enjoyed watching you almost as much as you enjoyed watching him watch you. 

he smacked you on your ass a couple of times, stinging with every thrust he began to speed up with. your breath was being knocked out of you, no air in your lungs as he fucks into you to try to angle himself to hit your g-spot. it didn’t take much at all, especially not even he bent his knee to plant one foot on the bed and burying himself to a hilt. 

watching him like this, have so much desire and want for you enough to scrounge up any way to just be further pressed into you made the bundle of heat in your lower tummy nearly explode. 

“please, please, please cum in me, please, want your cum so bad, make me yours, wanna be good for you,” you rambled, breathy sentences coming out and not completely clear to you, but very clear to joel. 

he felt himself losing control watching you take his length, watching the ring of your arousal build on his cock. he couldn’t get used to how drenched you became at the sight of him, how slick you felt every time he slid between your folds. how his face and the scruff of his grown out beard would always be soaked coming up for air from your cunt — it was addicting. 

because he could be between your legs for hours, until you finally begged him to stop, to let up on your sore sex. 

“always so wet f’me, always ready to take my cock, always ready f’ me to plant my seed right,” he trailed, grabbing one of your hands from the backs of your thighs and using it to push onto your lower tummy that slightly hung over your mound, “here,” 

his hand rested on yours, and watched as your eyebrows furrowed into pleasure, your eyes fluttering and felt as if they were going cross eyed. vision blurred as you felt the undeniable pressure of your release threatening to spill over. you could feel him in your stomach, you could feel him everywhere. 

“such a pretty mess, ready for me to make her a mama, wantin’ t’ be mine forever, let me breed her pretty cunt whenever i want,” he whispered, and moved his hand down to your cunt to gather your juices that was covering his cock and spread it to your clit. 

he stuttered a moment, enjoying the way your hips tried to fuck back onto him, wanting to meet his thrusts with persistence. when you finally got into the rhythm, joel used his two fingers to rub firmly onto your clit. 

“gonna look so pretty filled with my cum, ain’t that right? cum for me, baby, make a mess on my cock pretty girl, let me feel you,” his words were too much for you, wanting to hold on for him, to cum together but it looked like you couldn’t help yourself. 

“gonna cum, gonna cum, joel, m’ c-cumming for you,” you moaned, followed by a heavy gasp caused by the jolts of your body after the knot in your tummy pulled apart and unraveled under him. 

he was the only one that could pull that reaction from you, the only one who got to see you shake under his hold, and god did he love it. he loved how you milked his cock until he felt his hips go sloppy, grabbing you harder than he knows, his mouth hanging open as he winced from the overstimulation of your cunt not letting go. 

he could do this over and over again, except this time, cumming inside of you was an entirely new situation. not only were you dripping down his shaft, but his last few thrusts into you and he came with a gravelly moan, one that made you throb around his cock. 

it was almost beautiful the way he made you feel warm, inside and out. the ropes of his hot release coated your walls entirely, and his hips slowly kept gliding in and out of you very softly. in his mind he was making sure you had a chance of carrying his baby, and even if not, he’d have the chance to do it over and over again until then. 

it’s all he could dream of really, filling you up with the purpose of making you a mother. 

“baby,” he breathes, letting your legs lay straight on the bed, his weight falling onto your body and he traps you. 

your bodies are sticky, covered in sweat and spit, your juices coating his entire groin and the bed. it was lovely, something that wasn’t at all sexual given how unflattering it is to be sweaty, disheveled and out of breath, but still you had a sense of lust and desire for him. love, is what you felt. and love was sensual, sexual, emotional, spiritual — it was everything. 

and as you laid there under joel while he gave small kisses over the skin exposed to him, playing with his hair and joel whispering to tell you how you are going to be the most amazing, beautiful mother there is — you couldn’t have imagined having a kid, being a mother, especially not to anyone else’s child. anyone but joel. 

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

helloo~ first of all congratulations on your milestones! your fics are amazing and you deserve all the love on your works🥺 as for the event, may i request for song 1 with eustass kid with an afab reader? nsfw or sfw are both fine with me! tysm in advance 💖💕

pretty in pleasure (or realizing you're falling in love ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid is bad with emotions but oh so good in bed. nsfw!!! mdni!!! p in v sex & riding with an afab!reader! around 500+ words i think ?? thank u sm for participating, ily 4 requesting eustass i luuuuuv him

despite being such a large, strong man, it felt as if kid has always been so gentle with you.

his thick, calloused fingers grip around your hip, your skin bending into his touch. a mewl falls from your lips as he guides you up and down as you bounce around his cock.

a string of curses leaves his own, but he can only focus on how fucked out you look instead of watching himself disappear inside of you as he typically did.

as a dragged-out groan escapes him, he’s not watching your tits bounce with the movement of your body, but how your face contorts with a pleased expression. or how your beautiful, lust-filled eyes stare down at him, which he would never verbally admit that it only drives him further to his release at an exponentially high rate.

a light yelp leaves you as kid effortlessly lifts you off of him in a swift motion, his dick curving as his cum spills onto his own abdomen.

a strangled gasp leaves you once more before you stand up and grab him a towel, giggling as you clean up his mess.

“did you finish?” his nonchalant tone protects the sheepishness he feels he needs to mask.

ensuring your satisfaction guaranteed him more nights with you, so he was eager to know the answer.

you nod with a cheeky smile, “yeah, like three times. was just waiting on you.” you reach for his goggles, pulling them off his head as you ruffle through his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

your gentle touch was so unfamiliar to him that he rejected it at the beginning of your late-night visits, muttering for you to get out and get some sleep instead. but as the days turned into weeks, kid had succumbed to your soft touch, and grown accustomed to you occupying not just his bed, but his thoughts too.

all of which he could never admit to you, deeming himself far too coarse and animalistic for such vulnerable emotions.

somehow though, he had granted himself to reward of imagining you sticking to his side not just in the dead of night when his fist was not enough to get him off, but in his day-to-day activities.

“here,” he murmurs, opening up the blanket for you to climb inside once you have finished cleaning up.

“thank you,” you sigh, a content smile adorning your face as you cuddle up next to him. your arm is not long enough to wrap around his wide torso but rests just above his heart, the soft beating reverberating through your palm.

the exhaustion pools through your body as your eyes lazily shut in the comfort of his arm. kid this opportunity to stare down at you, his gaze memorizing each of your features until his stained, bruised lips rest in a small smile.

“your heart is beating so fast,” you chuckle, glancing up at him.

he grunts, spitting out something about how he was thinking about your session that ended mere minutes ago. you accept the answer, still finding pride in your efforts as you shut your eyes once again.

kid manages to capture a couple more peeks before he’s relaxed enough to doze off too, hoping one day he’d be man enough to tell you how he feels. 

celebrate my 3,000 followers event with me!

this post was inspired by it's complicated written by @bby-deerling , so if you like this go read hers too!

#the things he does to me… #lord have mercy #eustass kid #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #eustass kid smut

[4dango-the2nd]

4Dango Comic Masterlist

These are mostly twitter links right now. I’ll slowly replace them with the tumblr posts as I upload the comics here!

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BIRTHDAYS Anthology

Bennett’s Birthday (twt 2022)

Childe’s Birthday (twt 2021) (2022)

Diluc’s Birthday (twt 2021)

Eula’s Birthday (twt 2021)

Jean’s Birthday (twt 2022)

Kaeya’s Birthday (twt 2020) 

Kaveh's Birthday (2023)

Kokomi’s Birthday (2022)

Razor’s Birthday (twt 2021)

Rosaria’s Birthday (twt 2022)

Sara’s Birthday (2022)

Xiao’s Birthday (2021)

Zhongli’s Birthday (twt 2021)

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CELEBRATION Anthology

Secret Santa (2020)

Father’s Day (twt 2021)

Christmas (2021)

New Year (2022)

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MONDSTADT Anthology

Albedo-centric:

Voices in Ice & Snow (Corrupted Albedo dj, Completed) [twitter] [webtoon]

Cold Tolerance & Homunculus Body (ft. Albedo, Aether)

My Sword (ft. Albedo, Aether, CW: GORE)

Ghost AU page test (ft. Albedo, Aether)

“Father” (ft. Albedo, Subject 2, Dainsleif)

Fleeting Shadow (ft. Albedo, Subject 2, Aether)

Teasing Huffman (ft. Albedo, Huffman)

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Dawn Winery centric (Diluc, Kaeya, Adelinde):

Eye (ft. Diluc & Kaeya)

Badass Adelinde

Diluc’s Raw Strength (ft. Diluc, poor hilichurl)

Long Live The King (ft. Kaeya, Diluc, Kaeya’s father)

500 Years (ft. Kaeya, Kaeya’s father)

Rain Anthology flipbook animation

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AUs:

LUPICAL (Modern AU) [webtoon]

Mondt Gala [twitter thread]

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Others:

Klee’s Big Bang skill (animation)

Use Your Claws, Boy (ft. Razor, Rosaria)

If You Hurt Him (ft. Razor, Rosaria)

Shadows (ft. Diluc & Rosaria, crack ship)

Growing Up (ft. Razor, Klee) [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

Ties (ft. Diluc, Razor)

Summer Event (ft. Razor, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Dvalin)

Viktor & Lily

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LIYUE Anthology

Ancient Liyue Collection

Burning Karmic Debt (Indarias’ death)

Farewell Harvia

Xiao’s Hobby

Qiqi’s Wish (Lantern Rite comic, ft. Qiqi, Xiao)

Resonant Wave zine entry (ft. Tartali, Childe/Zhongli)

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INAZUMA Anthology

Teppei’s Ambition (ft. Teppei, Aether, Scaramouche)

Familiar Fatui Recruit (ft. Aether, Childe, Chouji)

Grand Aspiration (ft. Kazuha, Kazuha’s Friend)

Orobashi & his Generals (character fandesigns)

Rui & Kanna Kapatcir (character fandesigns)

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SCARAMOUCHE Anthology

KAGOME [Webtoon compilation]

Kabukimono's Tales of Tatarasuna

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

If Niwa, Katsuragi, & Nagamasa comes back to life (ft. Wanderer)

If Niwa comes back to life (ft. Wanderer, Kazuha, Niwa)

Kabukitty

Standalones not featured in my books:

Catharsis (ft. Wanderer, Dottore)

Wanderer animation (based on Deko’s illustration)

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SUMERU Anthology

Bug Talks (ft. Collei, Cyno)

Following Footsteps (ft. Cyno, Collei)

Caretaker & Protector (ft. Collei, Cyno, Tighnari)

Pay Attention, Or Else (ft. Collei, Cyno, Tighnari, Aether)

Do You Remember (ft. Nahida, Aether, Lumine)

Ashes & You (ft. Kaveh, Alhaitham)

Samsara (ft. Dottore, Nahida)

Flower for my most gallant knight (ft. Dehya, Dunyarzad)

Your Turn, Milady (ft. Dehya, Dunyarzad)

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NPC-centric:

The Gilded Sand’s Lullaby (ft. Jeht, Jebrael)

Falcon’s Sunset (ft. Aether, Tadhla)

Child of Snow & Forest (ft. Alphonso, Rana, Arana)

Waiting Forever (ft. Alphonso, Aether, Iotham)

Zandik’s Dream (ft. Zandik/Dottore, Rukkhadevata)

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Character Fandesigns

Professor Cyrus [grandpa energy] [fandesign]

Pari [part 1 twt] [part 2 twt]

Sheikh Zubayr (doodle)

Greater Lord Rukkhadevata (before cutscene release)

Nabu Malikata, Goddess of Flower 

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Others

Rhinedottir fandesign

We Promised (ft. Aether, Lumine)

“I’m Just A Feeble Scholar” (commission, ft. Alhaitham/Aether)

Albedo vs Childe rough animatic

Abyss Memories [part 1, ft. Kazuha, Kazuha’s Friend] [part 2, ft. Lumine, Enjou, Kazuha’s Friend]

Missing You (ft Aether, Lumine, Albedo)

Humble Wish (ft. Lumine, Dainsleif, Aether)

Deception (ft. Aether, Venti, Zhongli)

#genshin #genshinimpact #genshin impact #4dango #4dango comic #4dango genshin comic #masterlist #im feeling a little insane

[liz-allyn]

Congrats on 500 Lizzy! You are amazing! 🌻

Oh shit oh shit oh shit here it is, the big one! How do I pick 3 favs out of the 3,692 fine courses of deliciousness you’ve given us @spidervee ?

Here are some that I think of fondly:

unraveled

the end of the world as we know it

even on your worst days

+ spider and the sunflower and 100 other fics because you are one of the most frequent writers I’ve ever seen

We love you!

#lizzy recs. #v the spicy sunflower #500 celebration #500 followers

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Jake would also be a great fit for the prompt I just sent you, I copy-pasted the prompt from my notes app prompts list and forgot to change the name.

part of my 500 follower celebration!!!

Never Letting Go

pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warnings: smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, angst, fluff, p in v sex, penetration sex, mentions of money, cowgirl/missionary, jake being in LOVE, me knowing nothing about the military

wc: 1.7k

a/n: ok i had so much fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it!!

prompt: you break up with Jake to try and make sure he doesn’t turn down the dagger squad’s permanent stationing in order to stay with you, and Jake is not having any of that and fucks you so well he shows you just how much he loves you and isn’t letting you go?

absolutely DO NOT steal my work and post it on other platforms. DO NOT feed my work to AI fuck that

You and Jake have been together for almost 2 years. You met in your hometown of Dallas, Texas; you worked in an office in Dallas’s CBD and Jake was stationed just outside of Dallas.

The two of you had run into each other at the grocery store, Jake was fairly new to the area, having grown up in Austin, and he looked a little lost, so feeling pity on him, you decided to help him out. After the long - but not grueling - shopping trip, Jake offered to take you out and of course you accepted.

Ever since then you’ve been attached at the hip. Until now.

Only months ago, Jake was called back to Top Gun for a dangerous, top secret mission. And since his team’s performance during the mission was so high, the squad was offered a permanent spot as a special operations team at Top Gun Academy.

When he told you the news you couldn’t help but be ecstatic for him because you know he’s worked so incredibly hard for this.

You dwelled on the pros and cons of moving to California when you realized that you were only holding Jake back, there was no way that he would go without you but you couldn’t just pick up your entire life and move out to San Diego. I mean you have a job and a life here! Not to mention how expensive Cali is! You just didn’t want him to stay because of you.

There was no way in Hell that you would get between him and his job, so you made the toughest decision, probably of your entire life. You have to break up with him.

You made sure everything was ready by the time he got back to your shared apartment. Dinner was made, the space was cleaned, the table was set, and your head was a mess.

He greeted you with the most loving smile as he walked in the door, which only made a pit form in your stomach. How are you supposed to end things with the person you love most in the world?

Halfway through dinner you decided to start, “Jake, about your job,”

“Yeah, isn’t it amazing, baby?”

“It is so amazing and I am so happy for you because you deserve this more than anyone,” you trailed off and he picked up on your tone.

“But you don’t think I should take the offer?”

“No! No, that’s not it. I think you should take the offer. But I also think we should break up,” you whispered the last part into an almost silent room.

Jake dropped his fork immediately and froze, “Excuse me?”

“I think we should break up. I’m holding you back Jake, I don’t want to get in between you and what you love most,”

“Baby, you are what I love most,”

“Jake, please just listen. I love you so much and you know I only want the absolute best for you. And I think this is the best option for you, for us.”

Jake stood abruptly and paced around the small living room. He didn’t say a word.

“Please say something,” you stood closely behind him.

“We’re not breaking up,”

“You have to take this job, it’s everything you’ve been working up to and I am not going to be the one to hold you back and—“ he cut you off sharply with a kiss and mumbled into your mouth.

“I would never leave you,” he nipped at your jawline and the higher parts of your neck.

This could not be happening right now. This was not how this night was supposed to go, but you couldn’t stop a slight moan escaping from your lips. If you were going to leave him, you felt like you deserved one more time with him.

You pushed him away to hold his face. You looked into his eyes, then found his lips, and kissed them roughly, “Please Jake, I need you, one last time,”

That’s all he needed to hear and he had you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He tossed you on the bed, practically ripping his shirt off, he hovered above you, taking your shirt and bra off next.

He sucked on your chest, leaving love bites on the very top of your breasts. “I’m going to fuck you stupid until you get this idea of you holding me back out of your head.”

He moved down to your shorts, pulling them off as quickly as possible, taking your underwear with them.

He kissed the insides of your thighs, making his was up to your core.

He removed his mouth and let two of his fingers press inside of you. He kissed up your stomach as he pumped his fingers deep inside of you and relished in the way you were almost incoherently moaning.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he held down your hips as he began to lightly suck on your clit. You couldn’t help but let out a pornographic moan.

You didn’t mean to feel the need to release so quickly but you couldn’t help it. You wanted every part of him and you didn’t want to leave him.

He quickened his pace causing you to scream out with pleasure. He pulled his fingers from you and sucked your juices off his hand.

He unbuckled his belt and yanked down his pants, pulling out his hard length. He teased your entrance with his cock, slapping the surface lightly. You were almost a whimpering mess underneath him.

He finally pushed into, both of you letting out a long noise of satisfaction. Jake murmured curses of pleasure under his breath and his thrusted into you.

He had you on your back, your legs on either side of him. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist and thrusted into you harder.

Jake was now leaning completely over you, his hand on either sides of your breasts, him kissing down your neck, and his stupidly hot dog tags dangling over you as you practically screamed out for him.

He pulled back from your neck and started kissing down your chest again, loving the way your boobs moved as he fucked you into the mattress.

Your nails dig into his back as he starts thrusting at a faster pace.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good for me,” God he may as well just get you pregnant at this point.

You started to feel a build in your stomach, again. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts started to falter.

He began to pull out to cum, when you tugged him closer to you, keeping him inside. He looked at you with a hunger as you both reached your climax, crying out profanities.

He hung his head low until flipping you over until you were sitting on top of him. He pushed himself up the bed, propping himself up, you still on top.

Holding down your hips, a firm grip on them, you began to bounce up and down on his cock. He finally speaks for the first time, rebounding from the babbling mess you had made of him earlier.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you here,”

You wrapped you arms around his neck for a steadier ride. “Jake-“

“I don’t care, I will turn it down,”

“Absolutely not,” you began to bob faster as you got more flustered, “I want you to go, Jake,”

“I want you to go with me, I thought that was a given,”

“But my job, we can’t afford for only one of us to work,”

He moved his hands up and down your torso, grabbing and squeezing at your tits.

“Yes we can, I have a trust fund, I’ll make sure you never work another day in you entire life. I’ll make you my wife so you can live on base. Or we don’t have to live on base, I’ll buy us a mansion and whatever you want in it.”

There was nothing hotter than seeing the man you love offer to take care of you for the rest of your lives. You want to be with him so bad.

You want every part of him. His highs, his lows, his good days, his awful days, you want it all and everything in between.

Hearing him coax you down from the ledge only made you want him more. Pushing you over the edge of another orgasm. He took you lips with his as you finished for the third time, him for the second.

You pulled away off of him and curled up by his side, resting your head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around your body and kissed your forehead gently, “I promise I’ll take care of you, baby. Don’t worry about any of this,”

“I want to go with you, Jake, if you’ll have me,”

“I want you more than anything on this entire planet, and don’t you doubt it for a second that I would never leave you,”

You pressed a chaste kiss to his jawline, whispering close to him, “I love you, Jake.”

He looked down at you with gentlest expression you’ve ever seen and kissed you again, “I love you and I’m never letting you go.”

It was time to start a new chapter with the love of your life, (and Jake was right, he did fuck you stupid until you dropped the idea of you burdening him and holding him back).

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #jake seresin #hangman top gun #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #x reader #bradley bradsaw x reader #hangman smut #jake hangman x reader

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summoned pt2

Read Part 1 here! See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: Now that your wish has been fulfilled, Loki has no choice but to leave as he is no longer bound to you.

Pairing: Incubus!Loki x Reader

Word Count: 6.4k [grab your drinks, grab your snacks, you're gonna be here a while]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers you should know the drill by now); vaginal fingering; unprotected p in v; light cussing; angst

Things to be aware of: Loki is a sex demon, not a god, in this one

"Loki it's time to return. Your duty with this mortal woman is fulfilled."

Lilith's voice floated into Loki's ears in the otherwise quiet of your bedroom. As soon as you'd said the words he knew it was only a matter of time before he was either summoned to another's bed or recalled back to her domain to await his next assignment.

He was just feebly hoping that it wouldn't come so soon. That perhaps he could just have one more night like this.

Just a few more hours to hold you.

"At least let me stay until she wakes," he grumbled, the agitated tone causing you to stir in your sleep. "Let me say goodbye to her."

"Could you do it?" her melodic snake-like voice taunted in his ear. "Could you say goodbye to her and bear to see the sadness in her eyes? Could you say it without kissing her? Touching her? Showing her that you've fallen in love with her?"

"If I leave now and she wakes up to nothing I will hurt her," he argued through gritted teeth. "She's been hurt enough times. I refuse to add to that pain."

"Better she be hurting but alive," she countered. "If you stay longer, if you say goodbye to her, you will want to have one last kiss. One last embrace. You'll wish to make love to her. And once you do, because of how strong your emotional bond with her is, you will deplete her of her life force. Completely. You won't just drive her mad, Loki. You'll kill her."

He ground his teeth together, tears stinging his eyes as if they were made of acid. "So my choices are to hurt her or to kill her? We're doomed regardless?"

"Come back, child." The gentle tone behind her words had him taken aback. "We have much to discuss. And I think you care for her enough that you would rather the outcome where she may still walk among her world and live another day."

When moments passed that he could no longer feel Lilith's presence in his mind, he gently laid your sleeping form flat on your bed, his heart already aching as you began to let out small whimpers in protest, your hand clinging desperately to his shirt as if you knew he was about to leave you forever.  "I'm sorry, darling," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Once he'd coaxed your hand to let him go, he stared at you for a moment, desperately committing each delicate feature on your face to memory, before turning back and disappearing from your life forever.

"Welcome home, my child. It's so good to finally see your face once more."

Loki arrived back at Lilith's domain with a sullen look coloring his expression, the thought of you waking up to find him gone looming over him with an ominous persistence. Just imagining your face as you opened your eyes to an empty bed had him physically aching to return to you, to hold you and apologize profusely for even leaving you for a few short hours. The image of the hurt in your eyes akin to poison eating away at him from the inside out.

"You wish to be with her, don't you? The human girl?"

"Gee, Lilith, what gave me away?" he hissed, earning what seemed like a compassionate stare from the superior succubus. A look akin to a mother staring upon a petulant child throwing a slight tantrum. "I love her. And you called me away from her just as she began to feel as if she finally had a constant in her life. How insidious are we that the moment a wish as pure as hers is granted, we take it away once she realizes what she had? It sickens me, Lilith. To my core."

"Loki what if I told you there is a way? That there are certain…arrangements in place for our kind in the event that a situation such as yours ever arose?" The treacherous feeling of hope bloomed in his chest at her words, at even the remotest prospect of being able to return to you. To come home.

Home.

Not once did the demon ever think that there would be any place in any plane of existence that he could ever truly call that. Not even Lilith's domain if he was being truly honest with himself. Only to come to the realization that made his now beating heart swell as it dawned on him.

Home wasn't a place. It was a person. You.

His beautiful little mortal.

"What must I do?"

"Just like that?" She seemed to do away with hiding how confounded she was at his lack of hesitation. "Not even a moment of pause to think about what could be at stake--"

"Lilith please," he spat out, already growing exasperated of her nature of teasing out a conversation to longer than it absolutely needed to be. "You tell me there's a way for me to be with her again, yes or no?"

"Yes but--"

"Then tell me what I must do. Do I need to tell her to make another wish? Must I make a wish myself?"

"You need to relinquish your immortality," she blurted out, the concern now rife on her features as the words echoed around the caverns of her domain. "The arrangement is that one must surrender their immortal life in exchange for one mortal lifetime. What happens after that one lifetime is over is…unknown to me."

"Because I lack a soul?"

She gave him a pitying smile. "Yes, my child. There is no guarantee that when your time with her is over that you would rejoin her in her afterlife; however, miracles have been known to happen. Perhaps you'll be the exception."

"Have there been others with a similar plight? That took the same decision? What happened to them?"

"Truthfully, other than the knowledge that they did not return home, there is nothing I can tell you. Perhaps their existence simply ceased to be and there was nothing waiting for them on the other side. Perhaps they did move forward to the next stage of their lives and they found their loves again in the next life. As I said, there is no guarantee.

"Now I can understand if you will have your hesitations, so I can offer you to think it over while you're fulfilling your next--"

"I'll take it," Loki cut her off. He didn't need time to think things through; the only option he was interested in rang as clear as your voice breaking through the buzzing busy noises of other mortals drudging through their own existence back in your home. The one that would lead him back to you. "A single, finite lifetime with her is worth more than an eternity bereft of her. I'll take my chances."

The smile that Lilith gave him now was more akin to how he saw good-hearted mothers smiling at their children whenever the realization hit them that just because that person would always be their child, that child had already grown to become an adult ready to make their own decisions. It was a bittersweet smile rife with the mixture of excitement for what they would make of their lives and the stinging question of when they would see each other again.

"I wish you all the happiness with your mortal, Loki. Come with me. We shall begin the ritual. Your final ritual." She held a deceptively unaged hand toward him, silently instructing him to take it. "And then you can go home. Start your new life with your…?" she trailed off, prompting him to say your name.

"Y/N," he finished. "Her name is Y/N." Even merely saying your name had him helpless against the smile that crept up on his face.

My Darling Y/N,

When you wake I suspect you will be disoriented, confused, perhaps even angry. I would not blame you. You will wake on this morning to an empty bed, and for that I must apologize. Never did I wish to leave in such haste and without even a proper goodbye; you deserve much better than that. Better than me.

While you slept, I was summoned back to Lilith's domain, which is where you can safely suspect I am now. She's…she's complicated to describe, but I suppose in your realm she is to me something akin to a boss and a mother all at once. As much as I would rather not be sent to my next assignment, it would also be safe to suspect that if I am not already there, that I am on my way. Believe me when I say this: With all my heart, or at least whatever I may have that resembles a heart, I would rather be holding you right this moment.

But it seems that when you verbally acknowledged that your wish had been fulfilled, then my obligational tether to you was severed. There was no longer a force that bound me to you, and I was susceptible to being summoned by another once more.

Chances are you will never see me again, and I feel hollow even saying this. But know that even if you may not perceive me, that whenever I am there, in your realm, I will always make time to check in on you. I may have been forced to leave you, but you, my beautiful little mortal, will never leave me. You are my favorite. I fear you will always be.

Y/N, all I wish for you now is that you would live your life no longer feeling alone. That even if it seems that way, you would remember that there will always be someone that would care for you and only wish happiness for you for the rest of your days. Even if I can no longer hold you, if ever you should feel a stray breeze on a motionless day, or a presence in a seemingly empty room, know that that would be me. Doing what I can to let you know that I am still with you.

Yours,

Loki

By the time you left for work that morning, you'd memorized every word in the letter that Loki had left laying on the pillow where you expected him to be, the paper seeming to apologize that instead of a kiss on  the forehead as you woke, its detached nature with the emotionally charged words were all you had to keep you warm.

You'd never been so cold.

Today you were thankful for the neglectful nature of your employers and your coworkers; nobody seemed to notice that along with your red-rimmed eyes, everything in your expression screamed "hollow". All it would take was one look your way and anyone would see that you within moments of waking up your heart had been irredeemably shattered, every nerve in your body on high alert for a stray breeze or an invisible presence, stubbornly searching for something you knew you wouldn't find.

His time with you always had an expiration date. You'd known that since the first night; part of you had even been convinced that you would've woken up to an empty bed after that first night, if you were being completely honest with yourself. And much as you always dreadfully expected that day every time you went off to sleep, a part of you still felt sucker punched when it was actually glaringly staring you in the face.

The way of the Incubi was cruel, you were sure. The moment that you finally had what your soul yearned for, it was yanked out right from under your feet and leaving you in a state as bad as you were before you even blew out that candle. You were even willing to argue that you were in worse shape now. Because at least back then you were simply alone.

Now you were alone and heartbroken. Now you weren't just yearning for a concept, you were aching for someone.

And that ache hit you the hardest coming home from work and finally being faced with the cold emptiness of your apartment. No arms to pull you into an embrace as you walked through the door. No velvety voice that welcomed you home as you felt the tension of the day leave your body.

There was just…nothing. Not even a stray breeze.

A desperation began to course through you as you marched over to the kitchen counter, fishing out a thin candle and the lighter, your heart thundering in your ears as the tears began to well in your eyes. The temperature felt as if it were rising rapidly as you felt your face heating in anger. "What's the point?" you hissed into the darkness. "They'd bring him back to me just to take him away again."

You couldn't manage anything other than silent sobs as you sank to the floor, the harsh, cruel reality forcing you to let it sink in. Loki was gone. And you would never see him again.

It felt like time had began to slow into a snail's pace as you stayed in your spot, slumped over with your head resting on your knees, arms wrapped around your legs in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together while the sobs kept coming. Still no breeze. Still no presence.

Still nothing. Still alone.

Goodbye, Loki, you said inwardly. The words hurt too much to voice out loud at the moment, so thinking them would have to do. I love you.

As your breathing began to take on a less labored pace, you pulled yourself up to your feet and walked over to your bedroom, making the split-second decision to put on one of the long-sleeved shirts that the demon had left behind and wear it to bed. He'd have no use for them anymore.

His words from that first night echoed hauntingly in your head, almost mocking you for somehow finding yourself in a worse state than you were in before he appeared in your life. To sleep alone when one yearns for companionship maybe one of the most cripplingly lonely feelings you can experience.

Apparently it was even worse when one yearned for love.

The sound of a loud thud out in the hall had you shooting up out of bed, reaching over in your nightstand and fumbling for your letter opener before you approached your front door, where whoever had crashed outside still remained, their audible heavy breathing permeating through the dark silence of your apartment. Chills spread throughout your whole body as a soft knocking at your front door followed a few moments later.

Gripping the letter opener tightly and holding it up in front of you to defend yourself, you threw the door open to see who dared to show up at your front door at this late hour. What you saw on the other side had you dropping your feeble excuse for a weapon the second your eyes met.

"Loki?" You inwardly winced at the hoarse sound of your voice as you said his name. This wasn't real. This couldn't be. You were losing your sanity, imagining him here with you.

There was no one there.

He breathed your name in what sounded like relief, taking a step toward you with his arms outstretched as if you pull you towards him. "Stop," you cried out holding your hand out as if it had the power to make him stay exactly where he was. "Don't. You're not here. You can't be. You said I was never going to see you again, you left--"

Any words you had left died on your tongue the second he closed the distance between you and wrapped you in his arms. "I know. I know. I'm so sorry, my darling." You found yourself breaking into more sobs as you felt yourself leaning in to his hold, an arm wrapping around you to hold you up, his other hand gently stroking your hair as you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "I tried to make it back to you as fast as I could."

"Why are you here?" you mumbled against his chest, your hands tightly clenching into fists holding on to the fabric of his shirt, as if you could hold him there if you did so. "And since when do you knock?"

"Since today, sweet girl. I no longer hold my powers. What held me back from returning to you was not another assignment, but rather a ritual. My final ritual." He tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head gently so you could look up at him. "I am no longer a member of the Incubi, darling."

"What are you now, then?" Tears kept escaping your eyes with every blink, most of you still refusing to believe that this was real. Even as you placed your hands tentatively on his shoulders, giving a slight squeeze and still finding yourself surprised that you even grasping solid matter to begin with. "Because I'm still not convinced you're real."

Your heart sputtered in your chest as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm here, precious mortal. I'm real and I'm here." He took a look around the apartment, a broken sigh escaping his lips as he saw the kitchen counter, the lone candle and lighter still laying on top. "Were you going to make another wish?"

"I wanted to." You kept your eyes trained to the floor now, afraid that if you looked at him a moment longer you would either burst into more tears or blurt out how you felt about him.

"What stopped you?"

"What was the point?" you scoffed. "I wish for them to bring you back only for you to leave again?" You let out a mirthless chuckle, the ache in your heart worsening as you felt him pull you into a tighter embrace. "I already went through the pain of losing you I wasn't exactly keen on doing it again." He cradled your head against his chest, giving yourself permission to relish in the feeling even for just a few short moments and finding yourself a touch startled when you could hear his own heart beating rapidly; you hadn't been able to before.

"You don't need a wish to bring me back to you anymore," he murmured against the top of your head. "To answer your question of what I am now…I can't be too sure. All I know is I am no longer immortal. I have but one mortal lifetime to spend how I desire. There is no longer a will in this world stronger than my own that determines who I am tethered to. Starting tonight I am free to choose my own path and…that would answer your final question. Why I am here." You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his fingers weaving through your hair, his lips pressing kisses to your temple, down your cheek, and stopping at the corner of your mouth. "Y/N, I'm here for you. I'm here because I have chosen who to tether myself to for this mortal lifetime and what ever may come after, and I've chosen you."

Words began to fail you at his admission, at this potential new reality of him getting to stay with you. With no more fear of someone or something taking him away because he was summoned elsewhere. Of him surrendering an infinite number of days for a finite lifetime with you.

It painted a beautiful picture. A life that felt so perfect that it couldn't have possibly been crafted for you. A dream masquerading itself as reality so that you could wake up and fixate on what was possible instead of what already was. All you could do as the words refused to form was to let out a near incoherent utterance of the final question that burned in your soul with every word that slipped through his unfairly perfect lips.

Why would he do such a thing?

"Why?" He guided your gaze back to him, his eyes shining with tears of his own. "Are you truly asking that, sweet girl?" More tears rolled down your cheeks as your eyes squeezed shut when he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss, much like he did the previous night.

Like he did the previous night.

The hissing thought made you recoil against him, the motion making him immediately release you, a panicked and apologetic look in his eyes, the pain in them apparent as he watched you step back from him. "I'm sorry," he breathed out, arms still reaching out toward you, fingers twitching as if there was an ache in him similar to the one you'd felt all day.

"Last night you kissed me and then you disappeared." The words rushed out of you, nearly garbling together with how fast you were trying to talk, every part of you on high alert, afraid that he would vanish again. "I don't want you to kiss me if it means you'll leave again."

A large part of you felt pathetic hearing your own words ringing in your ears, desperation lacing every sound that escaped your mouth. For so long you'd convinced yourself that you needed nothing and no one, and now here you were practically telling the former demon that if he left you again it would rip you apart.

Any other words that may have been lingering at the tip of your tongue died when he walked over to you, lifting you into his arms and walking you both further into your apartment, setting you down onto the kitchen counter so that your faces were level with one another. A shudder ran through your body as you felt his fingers lightly touching the backs of your knees, thumbs stroking the bare skin of your legs as he stepped between them.

A faint whimper pierced the silence of your apartment when he pressed his lips to yours again in a soft, fleeting kiss. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured against your skin, kissing a trail down to your neck. "I'll never leave you again." You let out a broken moan as his fingers moved aside the neckline of your shirt, tracing his lips along your collarbone, whispering into your skin, "I love you."

You finally felt the cold that cruelly kept you company all day withering away at his words, relief flooding you as a smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You're staying?" His whispered yes may as well have been etched into your skin, your heart swelling as you felt him smiling against you when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him to you as close as you could manage. "Good. The next time someone tries to take you away from me I demand a fighting chance. Because I love you, too."

The air left your lungs in a little squeak as Loki lifted you into his arms once more and off the counter, capturing your lips in a frantic kiss that had you moaning into each other's mouths as he walked the familiar path back to your bedroom. "I was told last night that if I'd tried to love you the way I ached to while I was still a demon that I would have killed you. Depleted you of your life force."

You shouldn't have felt intrigued by the prospect; in fact, fear should have entered your system right about now at the mere thought of being alone with someone who could have ended you in such a carnal manner.

Yet somehow you'd never felt safer than you did at this moment, as he laid you down gently on your bed, his larger frame hovering just above yours as he resumed kissing along your collarbone. "While we need not worry about that any longer, I think it best we still take precautions." You could feel your pulse thundering in your ears as he kissed a path down your clothed torso, stopping above your heart as his roaming hands gave the sides of your hips a light squeeze. "We'll go slow, darling. For now."

The only response you could manage was a mute nod, your breaths coming out in jagged exhales as he pressed his lips to yours once again, fingers working their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting the fabric above your hips. He made quick work to slide your panties down your legs before gliding his hand up your inner thigh, the light touch already causing you to whimper against his mouth. "Loki please--"

Any words that would have followed were overtaken with a piercing moan that echoed in the darkness of your bedroom as long dexterous fingers met your slicked folds, easily working themselves into your entrance and coating his digits in your arousal in slow, sensuous strokes. "If you knew how I've longed to have you like this, my love," he whispered, repeatedly pressing his lips to your cheek and temple in soft kisses. "How I've fought against the urge to seduce you for months."

"Why -- oh f-fuck -- why didn't you?" Your question came out in breathy sighs as his fingers curled up and began to stroke against that soft spot inside you that had only been found prior by your own hand. With the aid of toys that had been locked away and unused for months since the night he came into your life. "I wouldn't have said no."

"Fear, my love." He let out a groan as your hips arched against his touch, driving his fingers deeper into you. "I've driven others I did not even care for to utter madness. I dared not think what I would do to the woman I love."

The mixture of his candid words and the way his fingers never faltered in their movements inside of you made a thrill run down your spine, making your body shake and push you closer to the peak of your climax. Words had all but completely failed you, the only utterance that even held a modicum of coherence being a whimpered 'I love you' as a heat consumed you, his pace becoming unrelenting as he chased toward the peak of your pleasure and shuddered whispers of your name and his mirrored sentiments were murmured into your skin.

"Let go, my darling," he groaned against your neck, proceeding to suck a bruise onto your collarbone and making your hips shoot off the bed as he placed this thumb against your clit and rubbed in slow, tight circles. "Let me feel you come undone."

It was like you felt flames licking along your body as you came with a trebling scream of his name, feeling your walls clenching and fluttering around his digits as he eased you off of your high with unhurried strokes against that same soft spot. You didn't bother holding back the whimper that escaped you when he withdrew his fingers from inside you, the sound of his zipper being undone sending another thrill up your spine in anticipation for what you knew would come next.

Once you felt the head of his length at your entrance, the only sound that came out of you was a whiny moan of his name, repeatedly pleading for more. "If anything feels amiss tell me right away and we'll stop," he warned, letting out a sinful groan as he inched deeper inside of you. "Promise me, Y/N."

You could only manage to nod your head as you made a weak attempt to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you, your hands clawing to his back and your lips kissing any spot within your reach. "I promise." The sounds of your moans filled the room as he finally brought his hips flush against yours, completely sheathing himself inside you. "You won't break me," you tried to reassure him in panted breaths. "I trust you."

You hadn't lost your sanity that night like he'd feared. No matter how many times he made love to you as the hours passed. The only thing that had been "lost" had already been his for a good long while.

Your heart.

Six months later

"Hey Y/N. You could take off early today if you feel like it. I personally wouldn't want to spend my birthday at work if I can help it."

You looked up from your desk in your office to see your new boss, Susan, poking her head in through the open doorway. Somehow no matter the mood that the day had taken on, she always found a way to lighten it even by a touch. And in truth, you owed the woman a great deal; she'd been the one to notice that you'd been working yourself nearly bone dry at your previous station and being horribly under compensated for your efforts because your former supervisor had been conveniently 'forgetting' to include your name when sharing the rewards that your team was reaping from your outputs.

So she took matters into her own hands and gave you his job. And his office. And even a little bit more than his salary.

"Thanks, Susan. I'm just gonna send over these reports to you for the month and then I'll head out." A couple of keystrokes later and the reports in question were now in her inbox. "Aaaaand sent." The sound of your office phone ringing made you start in your chair, the caller ID reading 'Reception' and making you give your superior a gesture as if to say 'excuse me' before picking up the receiver. "Hey Janice. What's up?"

"Miss Y/L/N, you have a visitor here," she stammered, her breathy tone evident even through the phone line.

"Tell him I'm on my way out, Janice. Thanks." You chuckled at the schoolgirl giggle that escaped the young woman before you could hang up the receiver, facing your boss with a beaming grin as you turned off your computer for the weekend. "Looks like that's my cue."

She snuck a quick peek at the man waiting for you by the door. "Alright Y/L/N, you gotta throw me a bone here. Where did you find him and does he have a brother? Or a best friend? Or a single dad?"

Without fail, her sentiment had you letting out a hearty laugh, knowing full well that every time she asked these questions, you'd always only answered her with the truth. "I told you, Susan. I made a wish and he just poofed into my life. Like magic."

"Okay but where did you make the wish? Maybe I'll luck out and bump into my own dream boat, I just have to walk around the same part of town."

As you walked out of your office, you placed a hand on her shoulder. "Would you believe me if I told you my bedroom?" you answered with a saucy wink.

Her jaw dropped at the answer she most likely interpreted as anything other than what really happened. "Ohh fuck me running, he's your neighbor? You really won the lottery didn't you?" That had you laughing a touch louder than usual, coming to accept that no matter how truthful your words would be, she would likely never see it as anything other than comical euphemisms and a form of evasion.

When you were close enough to get a good look at the former demon that was waiting for you at the end of the hall, you could feel your heart sputtering in your chest. No wonder Janice was a flustered wreck, you thought to yourself, eyeing Loki's towering frame clad in a phthalo green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into onyx slacks, his raven hair pulled back in a half bun with a few tendrils loose and seamlessly framing his devastatingly handsome face.

"There you are, darling," he spoke with an unmistakable adoration in his tone, his arm already outstretched towards you as you began to approach him faster so you could step into his embrace.

"Guess I'll see you on Monday," Susan spoke from beside you, slowing her pace and waving as she watched you walk off to your boyfriend. You could only manage to throw her a half-hearted glance and a wave back before you were pulled into a warm embrace.

"Here I am," you answered his words playfully as you looked up at him, your chin snugly resting against his chest. "Hi."

Glaringly envious eyes seemed to follow you as you walked home with him hand in hand, never once breaking stride as he asked you questions about your day, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth when you stated that this birthday was leagues better than your last.

"Would that be because your mother finally remembered on the right day?" he prodded with an audibly amused lilt in his voice, quickly switching sides with you before crossing the street so he would be on the side of oncoming traffic.

"Please, she probably started actively forgetting after the way I chewed her out last time we spoke," you snorted, beginning to slow your stride as you reached the final stretch toward your apartment building. "My sister called, though. Still doesn't believe you're real. Then again…probably my fault because I keep telling her the truth of how we met and let's be honest, if anyone told me that same story I'd ask them what they were on and if they could give me some."

As you walked down the hallway leading to your apartment, he slowed his steps to a halt and took you by the waist, maneuvering you until your back was flush against the wall and he was staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then what was it exactly that made this day leagues better than last year, my love?"

"You really wanna hear me say it, huh?" Your smile threatened to split your face in two as he leaned in closer to you, your lips mere inches apart.

"I do."

"I have you," you breathed out, your whimper muffled as he captured your lips in a tender kiss that threatened to steal your breath away. You let out a squeal and giggled against his lips when he wrapped his arm around you and lifted you off the ground, walking you the remaining distance to your apartment and opening the door with his free hand.

"Keep your eyes closed for me, darling," he whispered, pressing one final tender kiss to your lips before setting you back down on your feet and taking your hands in his. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

His hands squeezed yours lightly, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands as he guided you through your home with careful steps. A smile once again stretched across your face when he placed one of your hands flat on the cold granite countertop of your kitchen. "One year ago you made a wish at this very spot that changed the course of our lives. The wish that brought me to you and made me realize that centuries of merely existing in this plane in small doses was not tantamount to a life lived.

"Y/N coming into your life started my own. The time I have spent with you had me living through the uniquely wondrous experience of yearning for someone even if you were mere feet away. Of waiting for the moment you walked through the door so I could hold you again. Of falling in love and getting to know the extraordinary feeling of being loved in return." You let out a contented sigh as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips once again, freeing his hold on you to place his hands at your side and turn you to face the counter when he pulled away.

You heard the sound of the lighter click and the warmth of its fire, the light crackling of a candle wick faintly registering in your ears. His hand took yours once more and placed a small piece of paper inside, your breath hitching in anxious curiosity on what exactly it was he was doing.

"This is my wish. My plea," he said softly, sighing against your skin as he pressed his lips to your temple. "When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes, blow out your candle, and then read the paper. This is all I want." Your heart was pounding in your chest as he echoed your words from last year, the urge to open your eyes becoming stronger by the seconds that ticked by agonizingly slow. "Open them," he finally said, the hesitance in his tone louder than the words themselves.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a cupcake not unlike the one you bought for yourself that fateful day, a striped green candle burning at the center. You took a breath and blew out the flame, unfolding the scrap of paper in your hand, your pulse thundering in your ears as you read the words he'd written out: Please say yes.

The sight that greeted you when you turned to face him stole the air from your lungs: Loki down on one knee, holding up a ring box that housed a gold ring with two emeralds and a diamond in between. "Becoming bound to you the first time was the single best thing to happen in my years of existence," he began, his tone unwavering even as tears shone in his eyes. "It would be my honor and privilege to be bound to you again for the rest of our lives. As your husband. Your partner. Y/N…" His voice broke as he spoke your name. "Will you marry me?"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away frantically, trying to clear your vision as you nodded your answer, finding yourself unable to speak without breaking into sobs as you repeatedly whispered, "Yes."

The world around you faded into nothing but noise in the background as he placed the ring on your finger before lifting you into his arms and pulling you in for a kiss that had your heart swelling, a warmth and a calm washing over you as you felt that you could finally put into words what you felt when you were with him. Home.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

A/N: Aaaaaaaand that's another request off the list 😮‍💨🫡 I hope y'all liked my take on Incubus!Loki and the light sprinkling of smut I put in there (because of course I would he was a sex demon after all), and where I took their story in the end 🥹 Honestly I was planning on ending it with the smut and then I got the idea of what they would do for her next birthday and the proposal just followed 😅

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good love makes you hesitate

REQUEST → @wroteclassicaly 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “don’t do this here” – best-friend!reader x steve | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

G O O D L O V E M A K E S Y O U H E S I T A T E 🎶 i know a place, MUNA

“C’mon. You can’t be serious,” Steve was giving you that look. The impossible one where you wanted to grab up fist fulls of his shirt, heated and angry and tell him off. His tone was edgy, frustrated and you knew he was right, but you couldn’t admit it.

Your back was against his door, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him pace the length of his room. His hair sticking up and messed from running his hands through it as music played loudly downstairs.

Muffled lyrics pushing themselves up through the floorboards. People cheering and laughing in the kitchen and out by the pool. Mocking you as you stood in your best friend’s room trying to shove everything back down into the pit of your stomach where it belonged. Listening to him lecture you. Trying to justify to him why you were still with your shitty boyfriend.

The boyfriend who was always late picking you up from work. The boyfriend who forgot your birthday. Didn’t know your favorite color or that you hated pineapple on your pizza. Wouldn’t sing True Colors all off-key and shitty in the car with you. The one who got caught messing around with Tammy Thompson and yet you stayed. Because it was better.

Better than watching your best friend make out with someone else. Better than sitting with the feelings you denied. The ones that made your heart race every single time Steve smiled at you. Every time he pulled you in for a hug. Every time he told you how much you meant to him. How you were the ‘best friend anyone could ever ask for’ but never any more than that, so it was better. Better than admitting you were in love with him and not your boyfriend.

Better than hurting like that.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you sighed, exasperated, trying not to loose control of it all, “Don’t do this here.” You’d balled your hands into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms, anger starting to give way to something else but you refused to let it.

“Don’t do this? Are you kidding? He cheated on you! What if he does it again?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, tried to shut him out, but he pushed. He always pushed.

“You’re not fine! Just dump his ass,” Steve looked at you in disbelief, looked at you like the answer was so obvious and it made you laugh. A mirthless, humorless breath of air that hurt as it pushed itself from your lungs and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Okay, Steve. Sure.”

He stopped pacing, stared at you, heard the sarcasm dripping from your words and it was his turn to laugh. The same frustration lacing the edges of it as he took a step toward you. Looked at you eyes narrowed, mouth firmed into a line.

“You’re gonna stay with him? After all that? After Tammy–” and then you snapped.

“Don’t!” you felt the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, throat tightening against the sob you’d been holding in your chest for what felt like years and you didn’t think you could run from it anymore.

Steve’s eyes grew wide, expression shifting in an almost painful way. Sure, you argued like friends do, but you’d never yelled like that before and you watched as his insistent determination gave way to something softer. Watched as ‘sorry’ tugged at the corners of his lips. So fucking sorry and he wanted to say something, anything, but your words kept coming. Spilling out now. Drops of water through a crack that only widened with each second that passed.

“You can’t say shit like that,” your words had lost their edge, liquid like water, the sharpness dulled from the way he was looking at you. Eyes all burnt caramel, brown sugar, and he took a couple of steps toward you.

“What? Why?” the look on your face wrecked him and he couldn’t help reaching out to take your hand. Firm and soft all at the same time and as his fingers tangled with yours, you squeezed your eyes shut and set free the tears you’d been fighting against.

“Steve,” you were pleading now, begging him to leave it, but when you opened your eyes he was looking at you like you’d punched him. Maybe you should’ve. Maybe that would’ve been easier. “You don’t know what it’s like,” you finally admitted, the tightly wound feelings in your chest starting to unravel. Tears chasing down the soft curves of your cheeks, slipping over your lips and you could taste the salt. The bitterness.

“What it’s like?” his brows pinched together, concerned and confused, still not putting the pieces together and you held back the small, painful sound that had bubbled up in your throat because you finally realized you’d do anything to make the ache in your chest go away. Even if it meant fucking up what you had with your best friend because you telling him now was better than carrying it around with you forever.

“To be in love with someone that doesn’t love you back,” and the hurt in your words pulled his free hand to your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb gently brushing your tears away. He shook his head, trying to help but not knowing how.

“But–but you told me you didn’t love hi–”

“Not him,” you didn’t let him finish, “You. I’m in love with you, Steve.”

His lips parted, the pinch between his brows melting away, swallowing thick and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as your words hit him square in the chest, “You–you’re in love with me?”

Your face burned, felt like it was on fire, your whole body trembling and vibrating with the admission that had settled in the room around you and you kept going, tried to save face, “I know you don’t feel the same way. And that’s fine! I get it! I just can’t keep pretending–”

But Steve swallowed the rest of your words. Slipped his hand round the back of your neck and pulled you into him. Pressed his lips to yours and proved you wrong with that kiss.

And it was loaded. Full of all the things you’d left unsaid. He was breathing you like air. Holding you like he was drowning and you were his lifeline. Drank you like a man who’d been wandering the desert without water and god, you let him.

“Steve,” you pulled away for a second, the quick sounds of your breaths falling between you, and he stopped.

“Oh shit, sorry, I–”

“No! Oh my god, don’t be sorry,” you huffed a small laugh, feeling your hands on his chest, on the soft fabric of his shirt. Fresh laundry, patchouli and boy. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, his hands wide and warm at your waist and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was gentle, easing you into it and your cheeks flushed pink.

“You always said we were ‘best friends’,” you said softly and the furrow between his brows came back as he lifted a hand to your cheek.

“Yeah, course we’re best friends.”

“I didn’t want to ruin it,” came out shy, a little embarrassed and he pulled you in closer.

“Ruin it?” he tutted softly, thumb sweeping over your cheek and down to the corner of your mouth, “Baby, you’d never ruin it.”

Baby.

“You promise?” you asked, eyes flicking up to meet his and he leaned down to kiss you again, smiling against you, warm and safe and Steve.

“I promise.”

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Get a Little Action In

Set in The Shape of Youniverse 

Summary: A standard date night with your boyfriend ends by revealing a side of him you’ve never seen before.

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader (Reader eventually marries the system)

Word Count: 2.7k 

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

CW/TW: Minor violence involving a gun, references to Marc’s trauma and emotional distance, relationship angst and insecurities, shower sex, fingering, p in v sex, and a nearly unbearable amount of ~softness~

A/N: Despite the title of this fic being a line from a rather jaunty Elton John song, this came out with mucho feels and romance! It’ll be reflected on the masterlist, but for all you friends following along at home, this takes place in the first year of reader and the boys’ relationship where she only knows about Marc. 

Also special shoutout to darling @romanarose​, this is kind of a leftover, unrequested 500 follower celebration prompt that she inspired me to go ahead and write it!!

It began as a normal date night. You met up with Marc after work, your overnight bag in tow, since the plan was for you two to convene at the restaurant you’d all but harassed him to take you to, and then spend the weekend at his place. 

You didn’t think anything of the neighborhood Casa Fofó was in. Hackney, and the whole of the East End of London in general, had long been gentrified. Which is why, as you two ambled back to the Tube, the man accosting you came as such a surprise. 

“Gimme your wallet. And her purse.” 

Your heart dropped. Yet where you froze, Marc fought. He pivoted right away, moving so swiftly and smoothly his body nearly blurred, instantly disarming the mugger and wrenching the gun –oh my god he had a gun?!-- from his hands. 

Your boyfriend didn’t stop there. Although the mugger clearly admitted he’d been had, backing away with his hands in the hair, Marc advanced on him. 

“Hey…hey! Alright bruv…m’sor–” he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence however. Marc pistol-whipped him, forcing the attacker onto his knees with the weapon. 

Until then, you’d felt as if you were in the midst of an out-of-body experience, simply too stunned to act, reduced to merely watching everything unfold. Something about the image of Marc towering over the mugger got your mental faculties whirring back to life again, and you hollered, “It’s enough! Please…just stop!!” 

Marc turned to look at you, horrified, as if he’d forgotten you were there. You thought he would heed your request, but instead he delivered one final blow to the mugger with the barrel of the gun, so hard that it knocked him out cold. You watched in cold-blooded shock as the assailant’s body collapsed. Meanwhile, Marc calmly ejected the magazine from the weapon, wiped his prints from the gun, and tossed both at the unconscious man’s feet. 

“Holy shit,” you exhaled. Even though you’d spent the entire confrontation just standing there, you were out of breath. 

Marc approached you cautiously. “Honey…”

“Fuck, you really weren’t joking about the combat training, were you?” 

“Yeah. Listen, I’m–”

“I’m gonna to call an Uber,” you announced.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Well, yeah. We’re going back to your place, right?” 

“If you still want to.” 

“I do…don’t really want to be alone right now,” you confessed. Before Marc could respond, your phone trilled. “The driver’s 2 minutes away from the high street, I picked there because—“

Marc didn’t need you to explain. “Got it.”

He followed you to where you’d set for the car to collect you. All the while, he kept a safe distance, regarding you like a startled animal. 

It fit, didn't it? Marc had been quite the predator just now, and it was both jarring and concerning to see such a casual display of the lethal power your boyfriend could channel. You knew he’d served in the American military, and had even done some work as a mercenary that he wasn’t proud of, but it was one thing being told this information, and quite another to witness it for yourself. 

Even more distressing however, was how attractive you found it. It was one of those frustratingly primal things that your psyche couldn’t override your biological programming on. Your big strong boyfriend had protected you from a threat and as stupefying as the violence was, you hated the part of you that relished he was capable of it, and that he’d chosen you. 

Despite the ride back to Marc’s flat being all but silent, an internal war of reason versus instinct waged in your head. You were grateful that Marc had protected you, angry that he used such excessive force, turned on by the display, then angry at yourself for being turned on….your mind ran in circles. Only when the driver pulled up outside of Marc’s building did you shake yourself out of your thoughts. 

The quiet persisted until you two were within the privacy of your boyfriend’s place. Marc shattered it with, “So what, are you mad at me?” 

“I…I don’t know, actually.”

“You don't know? Because you didn’t say a single word in the car. Usually the silent treatment means you’re angry.” 

“Marc, I didn’t say anything in the car because I didn’t want the driver overhearing us,” you countered, “besides I was trying to figure out how I felt.” 

“Really? Because it’s written all over your face.” 

“Okay, you tell me then,” you challenged him, taking the bait. 

“You’re shocked and disgusted–”

“I’m not disgusted–”

“My mistake. You’re just terrified then, you’re looking at me like you don’t know me.” 

“I’ve never seen that side of you before, okay?” you replied, “It was intense, because usually you’re so contained. You’re the one who said we needed to wait until your contract was up before we started dating, and I know you’ve mentioned the military and the merc stuff before but God, Marc, you turned on a dime! I’m allowed to be a little freaked out.”

“So you are scared of me.”

“I didn’t say that!!” Marc was really riling you up now. “I was also…I don’t know, weirdly comforted that you protected us? Or my inner cavewoman was very pleased by it. I’m not judging you, alright? So why are you now all cross with me?” 

Marc muttered something you couldn't hear. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.” 

“As usual,” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Marc had a pesky habit of speaking under his breath to himself, and it never failed to piss you off, since you suspected he was saying something about you. 

“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Marc said, his voice so low and menacing it came out as a growl. “The door is right there!” 

“But I want to be here! I want to talk about this with you! I hate when you do this, you push me away and I haven't even done anything! And okay yes, I am scared. Not of you…I’ve never been attacked like that and it was fucking terrifying and I don’t want to go back to my place alone!” You tamped down on your quivering lip. Marc was not going to see you cry over this. You could handle yourself like an adult. “And you did take it too far actually! You didn’t need to knock the guy unconscious!” 

“I was trying to protect you! The safety was off on the gun!” Marc hollered. 

You didn’t know that. How could you? You’d never so much as touched a gun. 

When you didn’t reply, Marc continued, “You know I’d never lay a hand on you, right? Is that what you’re so worried about? Because I’d never, I’d rip out my own fingernails before I did tha–”

“No, no Marc,” you crossed to him, but he didn’t let you into his space just yet.

“The ride back here…it looked like you were doing the math if you thought I was capable of snapping on you.” 

“I wasn’t,” That was a lie. “It crossed my mind, I’ll be honest, but the thought left as soon as it came. My brain’s been a mile-a-minute, and I think I’m in shock, and I’m angry at myself because I completely froze. Baby, it’s clear you just saved my life just now, but I don’t want you hurting anyone for my sake either.”  

“I’d do anything for you,” Marc admitted quietly. 

You stepped toward him again, and this time, he allowed you to wrap your arms around his torso and lay your cheek against his chest. “I appreciate that, but I don’t want you to have to.”

“You think I push you away?” he asked in a murmur. 

You didn't think it so much as you knew it. But the fact Marc was even somewhat copping to it was major. You could work with that.

 “A bit, yeah. It’s something I’ve noticed,” you tipped your head up to look him in the eyes. “You’ve built some high walls around your heart it seems.” 

Marc bristled under the openness and trust in your gaze. This was hard for him. It occurred to you then that perhaps he was the frightened animal in this scenario. He needed to be approached with caution and compassion, otherwise he’d lash out like he did with the mugger. 

“Yeah. And then you showed up with a sledgehammer,” he added with a small grin. “It scares the shit out of me. I’d rather fight a hundred muggers.” 

You chuckled at his candor. “This doesn’t have to be a fight. At least, I don’t want it to be. Can we promise to give each other the benefit of the doubt going forward?” 

His back muscles under your hands at the suggestion. “I mean, I’ll try but sometimes I–” 

“All I ask is that you try,” you assured him. 

“Okay,” he agreed. 

Both of you stood there quietly, simply reveling in the other’s closeness. The steady rise and fall of Marc’s chest lulled your still-racing mind, and you began to ponder what made Marc construct the walls he had. He’d never mentioned his family to you, though he did share that he’d been married before…whoever had hurt him had left quite the scar. As you continued to ruminate, it dawned on you that his defensiveness about your reaction likely came from his own shame and judgment over how he handled the mugger. Marc expected you to blow up at him for it, he’d nearly craved it. 

Problem was, despite not speaking it aloud yet, you were madly in love with him and weren’t going to give up on this relationship that easily. You could maintain your boundaries and meet Marc with compassion, something he seemed to lack in his life up until now. 

You gently extracted yourself from his grasp. “I’m going to take a shower.” 

“‘Kay,” he whispered. 

Halfway to the bathroom, you turned and tossed a come-hither glance at Marc over your shoulder, “Well, aren’t you coming with?” 

The corners of his lips quirked upwards before he followed suit. Despite the invitation to get naked and wet with you, your boyfriend was nothing but tender. You individually stripped while the water warmed, refraining from touching each other until you were under the spray. Strangely, the fact you hadn’t pounced on one another right away made the act feel more intimate, more domestic, as you were comfortable enough with each other to just be.  

…it didn’t last very long however. Marc offered to wash you, and the sight of him with his wet hair slicked back, his criminally striking bone structure so close, took your breath away. His sure, strong hands, capable of so much violence, delicately soaped the most vulnerable parts of your body, while he dropped gentle kisses on the length of your shoulder. His worship of your skin made you tilt your head back in search of his lips. 

Marc couldn’t deny you much, therefore he met your silent plea, slotting his mouth against yours, his palms tracing up the curves of your hips, then your waist, to their destination of your now-heaving bosom. He cupped your breasts as you traded passionate, desperate kisses. 

His erection bumped against the small of your back and the swell of your ass, and while your boyfriend didn’t seek any friction beyond the involuntary twitch and shudder he’d wring from your slick body against his, you were ready for more. You slithered out of his gasp only to shut off the water and step out of the shower. It was time to take this to the bed. 

After a cursory toweling off, you reconvened atop Marc’s turned down sheets. He coaxed you open with his fingers, his mouth all but devouring the sensitive skin of your neck as he did so. 

You communicated your readiness to take him inside of you with a particularly pitiful keen, and Marc straightened up, guiding you to the edge of the bed to straddle his broad thighs. You captured his lips once more, probing the cavern of his mouth with your tongue, then reached between your still-damp bodies for Marc’s straining cock. 

In an effort to draw out your lovemaking, you merely circled his tip around your entrance, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the feel of it. Marc groaned, his grip tightening around your waist, and unable to deny either of you any longer, you sank down on him. 

You let out your own strangled mewl of ecstasy at the feel of becoming one, and draped your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders for the leverage needed to begin moving on top of him. Barely a word had been exchanged between the two of you since you stepped into the bathroom, tonight you and Marc were communicating with your bodies. Words were not enough, not to mention unnecessary, for what you two were sharing right now. 

While sex with your boyfriend was always stellar, tonight felt different. Instead of using sex to express your attraction, your appreciation for each other, it felt as if the meeting of your bodies were helping you to truly connect and express the depth of your emotion. If you could stay caged inside his bulging biceps forever, your bare skin pressed against his, you would. 

Marc glanced down to where you both were joined, where you writhed on his thick girth, and looked back up at you, his gaze heavy-lidded, blissed out, and oh-so-seductive. His hips began to meet yours. Usually, Marc liked to make a show of his strength in the bedroom, something you unabashedly enjoyed, but his movements were softer than usual. He moved languidly, using his grip on your waist to guide you further, both of you finding the perfect pace and force in which to bring your bodies together. 

“Wanna make you come,” he husked in a rumble that drifted into your ear. 

“Touch me,” you gasped. 

Marc didn’t hesitate, his hand dropped from your left hip to the apex of your legs. He took a quick detour to feel where you were stretched around his manhood, ripping a whimper from your throat, before his finger skirted back up to your clit. He brought you to release with confident, practiced strokes on your bud. 

You buried your face into the juncture of his shoulder and neck while your climax flooded you. All you could say was his name, coming in a fit of ecstasy and litany of “Maaaaarc”. Once the blinding pleasure had somewhat abated, you found the strength to lift your head from his muscled chest and collide your lips together once more. Marc welcomed the liplock, dominating your kisses until he had to break away, his respective peak surging through him. 

You watched him, bewitched, as your lover’s pleasure played across his face, a mix of grunts and groans leaving his lips as you felt his cock pulse inside of you. At last, his eyes focused and met yours, though neither of you knew what to say. You couldn’t think of a single word in the English language that could begin to capture how you felt. 

Marc lifted you carefully, still inside of you, to deposit you amongst the sheets. He gingerly pulled out of your channel, whispering “I’ll get you a towel” before disappearing and emerging from the loo.

His attentions made you feel like glass, not in the way earlier in which you believed he saw you as a fragile object, but rather a treasure to be adored. Your heart swelled at the thought. But after he’d toweled off, tossed it away to be dealt with in the morning, and collected you into his arms, your words, the ones you were so sure of, died on your tongue. 

It was too soon. Well not too soon for most relationships, but too soon for Marc. He needed time and more healing. An errant, reckless part of you wanted to say it anyway, but you couldn’t risk the inevitable devastation if your boyfriend couldn’t return the sentiment, or worse, left you altogether.

Marc surprised you however, when he asked you, “Why didn’t you get angry with me?”

“Because I could tell you wanted me to.”

He let out an amused short at your immediate reply. You burrowed impossibly closer into his side, demanding another kiss from his lips before you both surrendered to sleep. 

A/N: Sometimes Marc and reader just need to have tender, romantic, sexy sex, alright?!?! IS THAT A CRIME?! Working through the asks/fic requests in my inbox as inspiration strikes and time allows, but I’m also *dangerously* close to 1k followers and have a special fic planned for that milestone too! 

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[mikage-rehoe]

Fatherhood (fa-ther-hood) /ˈfäT͟Hərˌho͝od/ n. The state of being a father.

From the Kitty Archives☆: In celebration of hitting another milestone, I welcome you all to a wonderful collab full of the ups and downs of being a father—Oh My Daddy! Collab, an open SFW collaboration event.

Click here for the original masterpost; to old collab participants, you have the option to either stay or drop off the collab (no need to inform me) /gen

☆ Open for writers and artists of all ages (no need to follow me).

☆ The theme for this collab event is ‘dads/fathers/fatherhood'.

☆ Fandoms are Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers, Obey Me, Blue Lock.

* Characters who are canon dads (e.g.: Fushiguro Toji, the V-League volleydads from MSBY Black Jackals and Schweiden Adlers et al) are also allowed.

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☆ All forms of work (art, drabbles/fics, moodboards etc) and any genre are allowed, except for NSFW. Suggestive themes are okay (provided that it is stated in the tags). There is no minimum word count for written posts, but kindly use the readmore function if your work's wc is 500~ (to avoid dash clogging). Submitting from AO3 is allowed too, provided that you send me a link of your finished work.

☆ To join, just send in an ask (NOT via DM) with your character/s from the given fandom/s+ art/writing. Ex.: Hiiiii~ can I join with daddy Gojo + art? thank you <3333

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[wheresarizona]

Gif by the talented @nicolethered

Quiet

summary: Javi said he wanted to talk, but now your pants are down your legs.

rating: E (18+ It's smut. Protected p in v (I'm surprised myself), a thigh smack, semi-public, praise, light d/s tones, feelings, a glimpse of Soft!Javi)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 500+

a/n: @nicolethered made a post with that gif saying Javi looked like he just had some fun in a file room, and I already had this fic written for my follower celebration that takes place in a supply closet, and now I just really like thinking that after this he went into that meeting. This fic is for the anon who requested Javier and the prompt, "You make a sound, and I stop.” Shoutout to my beta, @invisibleismyname!!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Masterlist - Part 2

Was it the smartest choice to let Javier drag you into a supply closet to ‘just talk’? Probably not, but you weren’t thinking about your life choices now that your front was against the wall, pants, and underwear down your legs, while the air was pushed from your lungs each time his hips snapped into you from behind.

His fingers had a bruising grip on your waist, his cock filling you, over and over again, stretching your walls, and rubbing against something that had your vision whiting out and a loud moan escaping your lips.

Javier ground himself into you, feeling the texture of his slacks along your thighs as he slowed his pace, making sure you felt every ridge of him as he slid in and out of you.

His mouth was at your ear, speaking low, the deep timbre causing a shiver to move down your spine.

“You make a sound, and I stop.” He slapped your thigh. “You understand, baby? Can you keep quiet?”

You nodded, and he bit at your ear.

“Good girl. Take what I’m giving you.”

He started moving again, winding you up with each press of his cock inside you, pushing you towards your release. You did your best to not make any noise, unable to stop the quiet whimpers.

This man knew how to play your body, setting a rhythm that had your toes curling and your fingers scratching at the hard surface of the wall. You were close, the coil winding tighter and tighter in your belly.

You could hear the sounds of people walking past the room, casually talking to one another while Javier was fucking you senseless.

He was panting in your ear, his hand moving to the apex of your thighs to circle your clit.

“Come for me,” he ordered.

The coil snapped, and his other hand came up to cover your mouth as you fell over the edge, coming hard, your moan muffled. You clenched around him, euphoria flowing through your body as he continued to fuck into you.

“That’s it—that’s it, so good for me,” he grunted.

Half a dozen more thrusts, and he was following with a groan, spilling into the condom as he continued to grind his hips until they finally stilled.

The small room was filled with heavy breathing as you both came down from your highs, Javi kissing the skin of your neck, his hands smoothing down your sides.

“What did you want to talk about?” Your hoarse voice asked after a minute.

“I, uh,” you heard him swallow. “I wanted to know if I could take you out sometime.”

“We’ve been fucking in secret for weeks, Javi. You said you didn’t want Murphy to know.”

He didn’t want the partnership between you three to be weird or the dynamic to change.

He sighed.

“I’ve changed my mind, and I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“Steve knows,” you said.

“Steve knows,” he replied.

“Does this mean we can go on a double date with him and Connie?”

“I’d rather get shot at,” he grumbled.

“You’re being dramatic.”

He sighed again.

“Yes, hermosa, we can go on a double date.”

“You’re so nice to me, and of course I’ll go out with you.”

He pulled out of you then with a hiss, turning you to face him, a smile on his lips.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yes,” you nodded. “Want to come over after work?”

“And spread you out on your bed?” He smirked.

“I was thinking dinner and then sex, but you know, we could work up our appetites.”

“Yes, we will,” he said, leaning in to kiss you, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Masterlist - Part 2

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[elvisabutler]

gravity

summary: once upon a time there was elvis, priscilla and you. nowadays there is elvis. there is priscilla. and there is you. priscilla has always been good at talking you into things and you miss them both. he's missed the two of you. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x olivia dejonge priscilla x female reader rating: m word count: 3232 not even remotely talking about it. it happened alright? warnings: sex toys. threesomes. talk of linda thompson and ginger alden. older/later elvis described/implied. sugar baby/sugar mama and daddy dynamic. reader is called sugar exclusively. mild dom/sub. masturbation ( m ). p in v sex ( implied, referenced ). i think that might be everything, christ y'all i don't know it's almost 11PM. author's note: welcome to day 22 of kinktober, sex toys with austin elvis and olivia priscilla. consider this a spiritual successor to gunmetal and the two bondage threesomes i did for my 500 follower celebration. also this truly is supposed to be austin elvis and olivia priscilla but the problem with me picking this point is that i have way too much wiggle room to err this mildly on real elvis. i am so sorry anon i truly do owe you a redo on this. also mild suggestion, listen to gravity by sara bareilles while reading this for extra vibes.

Priscilla could always talk you into things that Elvis couldn't. She had realized this long before he did, a fact that through the years you had found yourself incredibly thankful for on more than one occasion. Her requests were simple- perhaps a consequence of being on the receiving end of Elvis's off the wall requests- and it makes easy to tell her yes. Even after the three of you were not an- item- a threesome- you don't know the name for what the three of you were- you'd still jump if your former sugar mama asked. She knew never to ask you about Elvis because as much as she hurt from their divorce she still was able to be his friend, be with him in ways you couldn't. It was normal for his ex wife to visit him, to see him at a tour date or at the International.

They had Lisa, it made sense for them to be on good terms, to keep in far more contact that you and him to keep in contact. You were only someone to Elvis and Priscilla. The Memphis Mafia knew you, of course, no one was around Graceland or around the Elvis's rooms at the International without seeing him with "the best girls a man could ask for" on his arms. They knew you but much like an actual mafia, they weren't about to spill the beans and let everyone else know the secret. That secret that Elvis Presley, the boy who got everyone up in arms with his gyrations in the 50s and became a family man in the 60s had been carrying on with his wife and their girlfriend since the 60s only to break up with her the same time he divorced his wife. Priscilla gets a mink coat, Elvis gets a Rolls Royce and you get nothing but regret and a friendship with one of your exes.

Priscilla knows that the anniversary of when you were on the bus and she came across you is coming up, the time she considers when you all started this. She also knows that she's going to make her usual trip to visit Elvis around that time. She's worried about him, truly, this feels different than when they divorced. This feels different than the year after. This feels different than that moment when he took her offer of going to rest and didn't. Linda's gone and he's got Ginger now, but it's still- she's worried. It's that worry that prompts her to call you, call you so that she has company on this adventure.

"Sugar." She uses a name she hasn't used in over two years to talk to you, to ensnare you into this plan. "I know you haven't seen him since I left and you left but I think he could use the company. He-"

You cut her off. "Misses me? Prissy- He's moved on, I've moved on, you two can keep doing whatever it is you two do, that's- you're his ex-wife. I'm not."

Priscilla frowns on her end of the phone call and sighs. "You might as well have been, Sugar, I am not hanging up the phone until you agree to come. You were my- You were our sugar and look at the calendar."

There's a pause on your end as you glance at the calendar by your phone. You know this date like the back of your hand, you had a date with a bottle of wine for this date. When you finally speak your voice is barely above a whisper. "I'll come."

Elvis has put on weight, that's the unfortunate first conclusion you make when you see him in the doorway of the room. You could have sworn he had a tour date or two around this time and so you had been prepared to have this be a meeting at a hotel room. At a neutral ground that didn't have so many memories it threatened to choke you. Then again- maybe this was better. Priscilla had already told you that these meeting with Elvis always seemed to turn sexual, not that she ever meant for them to, but it just happened. You find that it doesn't fill you with dread like you thought it would. In fact, a part of you feels excited, you have a boyfriend but the way you felt between Elvis and Priscilla and their attention- that's a feeling you've yet to experience again.

Elvis doesn't notice you at first, focusing on Priscilla with a grin that lights up his face and arms open for a hug. "'Cilla. Thought you were gonna be too busy for me? Thought I was gonna have t' spend today by myself."

"Fire eyes, you know I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't do it to you last year, did I?" She slides into his waiting arms, allowing him to engulf her in a hug she craved so much in the last bit of their marriage but he willingly gave after their divorce.

"Ya didn't. Kept me company and let me-" He trails off, noticing you standing behind Priscilla finally looking better than he swears you did all those years ago when he found you on a movie set. "Sugar."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from tearing up, your eyes drifting up and down his form. He's still the same man you fell in love with as a naive 19 year old, just older, more worn by time just like you were and like Priscilla was. You understand why Priscilla is worried, you've kept up with the tabloids and somehow seeing it in person- puts it in perspective. Maybe it's just that he's becoming more comfortable with himself, maybe he's embracing his age, but you see how he winces a little when moving toward you, and hear a noise coming from his knee. Life is catching up to him too fast.

His arms envelop you in a hug that reminds you of every hug you've ever gotten from him. It's overwhelming how he invades your senses and you're reminded just how much he overpowers you even when you're not like Priscilla. Your body sags against his as you wrap your arms around him and you swear you feel a tension in him disintegrate as you hold him close. "You ain't a dream, are ya? 'Cilla doesn't let me take sleepin' meds when she's here, and my dreams- they get a little funny, Sugar."

You shake your head against his chest, refusing to pull away as he holds you tighter at the answer. "Good. I- That's good, come- no wonder she told me to bring all this stuff in here. Thought she was up ta somethin'."

That finally has you pulling away and raising an eyebrow. "What did she have you bring into the room, Elvis?" Your eyes shift to Priscilla. "What do you have planned?"

Elvis pulls both of you into the room, shutting the door behind him and gestures to the bed where you see a Hitachi Magic Wand, well two of them and a few dildos. Your eyes then dart to the video recorder and you groan. "Priscilla Ann Beaulieu, you got me here under false pretenses, I'm not-"

"Sugar." Elvis's voice rumbles behind you and you have to stop your knees from buckling underneath you. Elvis's arm wraps around your torso as you sway just a little, holding you steady. "Don't talk back to 'Cilla."

He feels warm, like a furnace that threatens to burn everyone around him. It's been so long since you've had him, had Priscilla like this that you allow yourself a moment to inhale the scent of him. The trace of a cigar, the sweet hint of Pepsi and the unique smell of his sweat. It's then that you lean back a little, allowing Elvis to just hold you against him as Priscilla moves in front of you and cups your breasts.

"She was right, E. I didn't warn her you might want to video tape this." Priscilla murmurs, placing a kiss against your neck, as you loll it back against Elvis's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sugar, I didn't- I wanted you to come. I wanted him to see both of us again." She looks up at him and sees him just breathing slowly against you, his chest rising and falling in his robe. She's reminded of how much she loved- and still probably loves this man. His grip loosens on you under Priscilla's gaze.

"I wanted t' see ya." He admits, his breath ghosting against your ear as he leans his head down just a bit. "Ya know how she gets, all determined when she thinks it'll do everyone some good."

The meaning of his words isn't lost on you, it's him acknowledging that Priscilla- Priscilla with her maybe healthy relationship outside of this got out the best. He's a close second with two other relationships under his belt but you- you got the short end of the stick by running off. Priscilla and him maybe shouldn't be as close as they still are as exes- Lisa or not- but it does them some good. Priscilla seems a little happier and relaxed when she calls you after a visit and you know some of Elvis's best shows lately have happened after Priscilla saw him.

"She missed us." The three of you. "Not just you."

"She's ain't the only one." His hand moves down to your pants, cupping your mound just slightly. "You miss me?"

A hum is the only answer you trust yourself to give him, the only answer that feels right in the moment as you start to feel overwhelmed just being sandwiched in between your favorite people on the planet- your former lovers- your former everything. You register the three of you moving to the bed, Priscilla first letting herself plop down and pulling you down to sit next to her before you find both of you looking up at Elvis. It's reminiscent of so many other times you both were like this that you can't help the way your body involuntarily shudders at the memory.

"I ain't-" Elvis pauses, moving to cup your cheek with one hand. "I ain't fucking ya tonight. Goddamn if I don't wanna, but 've had a rough week. 'Cilla knows I can't-" He looks away, looking like he's younger than his years for a moment. "It's not- I can't do it every night. And 'm sorry you caught me on a bad night."

His apology forces you out of your minor stupor before you shake your head asking the question that's been on your mind since you saw everything on the bed. "Then what are you doing, Elvis?"

Priscilla answers before he does, grabbing one of the wands and turning it on, allowing you to feel the vibrations through your shirt as she runs it across your chest. "It's what I'm doing. What we're doing. The toys are for us to play with while he watches."

You notice that Elvis has moved to behind the camera and untied his robe, allowing you to see just how his body has changed. It's like your eyes are drawn to him just like they've always been, cataloging every stretch mark, every bit of skin that wasn't there before- or didn't look like that before the divorce and everything in between. His chest hair is the last thing you dwell on and it's then that he clears his throat. "I know I'm not the same-"

You cut him off, knowing where this is headed and you can feel Priscilla frowning. "There isn't anyone in this room who is, Da- Elvis." Daddy almost slipped off your tongue and you have to pause to collect yourself. "'Cilla has her marks, I've got some and maybe I'll get some others to match hers soon enough."

Elvis's eyes narrow at the implication before he purses his lips. "You'll let me see them?"

A no is on the tip of your tongue but he looks like- you want to give him a chance here, you want to make him happy. So you lie. "Of course."

His lips quirk into a smile as he moves to turn on the camera only to stop short. "Can I tape this, Sugar? You don't have t' say yes but I miss you both somethin' fierce and Ginger- she- she knows how I am."

You should tell him no, you should tell him that it makes you uncomfortable to know he'll have something like that of you and Priscilla but you don't. You remember that Elvis made sure to file the divorce papers to protect a woman he should hate, a woman who left him. You remember how many times he had to talk to a newspaper to keep you and him and Priscilla out of the gossip pages. You remember all these things and wonder why you should worry. "Yeah. It'll be like those photos, remember?"

His answering groan and the way you swear you see his cock swell makes you grin before you feel Priscilla's hands moving toward your shirt to unbutton it.

It takes time for you and Priscilla to undress, Elvis needing only to pull open his robe as he sank into the chair facing you two. His eyes watch you both, watch how your hands move to pull down bra straps and unbutton pants. You're wearing stockings under those pants and both he and Priscilla groan as she kisses your leg, pulling them down ever so slowly. When you're both finally undressed you toy with the wand in your hand, debating where you'd like to start with Priscilla as she focuses the vibrating effect on your chest. You feel your arousal flood you, cursing the fact that Priscilla knows you enjoy your nipples played with as you finally decide that her clit is the object of your desire, it's the thing you'll bring her down with. You're not prepared for the amount of wetness that greets you, causing the vibrations to be mildly muffled as you hear it. She keens just slightly, grinding on the toy just a little as you hear the telltale sign of Elvis's hand pumping his cock. You wonder if he has lube.

"You like this, don't you? Like seeing me and Cilla like this?" You ask as Priscila slides the toy down to your clit, earning a yelp from you and a hiss of her name. "'Cilla."

"Of course he likes it, Sugar. Don't you see him playing with his cock? See his thumb brushing the head. I know he wishes he could fuck you." She murmurs, before kissing you, pulling your lip in between her teeth and watching Elvis growl watching you both.

"Don't need to tease like that. Should have he fuck you with that dildo, Cilla. Not as big as me but t'll do fine, won't it?" His words have your cunt clenching as it faces him and the camera. "Or maybe you need to fuck our Sugar. Always such a hungry woman. Needed both of us t' satisfy her, didn't ya?"

If your eyes shut at that, shut at the memories that come flooding back of how well the two of them used you, no one comments on it instead choosing to watch as you grind yourself on the toy Priscilla has teasing your clit chasing some relief. "Please, please, let me come, please."

You shouldn't be pleading already, you think you've lasted longer before but maybe you're out of practice, maybe the fact that you haven't been with them for so long has you begging for a release you've needed for over two years. Maybe three, you've lost count at this point, not wanting to dwell on it. You hear Elvis's laugh as it vibrates in your skull.

"Ya've missed this, haven't ya? We've missed you-" He starts, his hand pumping faster and faster, wanting to show you how you've made him come faster than he has in a while. "Both my best girls. My favorite girls. Still my sugar. Still my girl."

Priscilla doesn't react to the praise as much as you do, knowing it's directed more toward you and she can't help but tease your entrance with a dildo while she whispers in your ear. "Our sugar. Come like you would for old times sake. Please? For me? Be my good girl? Be the girl who wrangled Elvis with me? Be my girl who we still both love so much?"

You come with a shout as Priscilla presses in the dildo, your orgasm dripping onto the sheets despite the object that could try and hold it back. You watch Elvis groan his own release onto the carpet and into his hands as your cunt continues to flutter around the toy. You want to clean it up like old times sake before you release Priscilla still needs to come, you had dropped her toy in the haze of your own orgasm and the only thing you find is one of the dildos you two hadn't touched. You take a moment to make sure he's looking at you before you allow yourself to use it to enter her, making sure the camera's view isn't obstructed. "Next time you want this just ask me, I'll give it to you, you're still my Sugar Mama, Cilla."

She whimpers at you, pulling you down for a kiss as you hear Elvis's pleased noises coming from the chair. You think it's a growl but you can't quite tell. All you know is that you've missed hearing it, missed feeling like you're going to explode from the love the two of them have for you and for each other. You don't know when Elvis got up from the chair but you feel his fingers as they pull out the toy only to replace them with his fingers. "Come on, Cilla, give Sugar what she wants from you. I'll let you taste her on my fingers afterward."

That does it for her as she arches just a bit off the bed, clenching around the dildo and grabbing for your hand, for your anything she can to steady herself. She finds both his hand and yours grabbing at them both before she opens her eyes and stares at you both, breathing heavily as she does. Elvis removes his fingers from you and puts them in Priscilla's mouth, as her hand just moves to stroke his stomach, something you find he doesn't seem to mind. It looks like it relaxes him. When his fingers leave her mouth with a pop, she smiles at you. "Taste as good as I remember, Sugar."

Later on that night, after Elvis had filled the tape full of the pair of you, you find yourself cuddled against him with Priscilla on the other side, tracing shapes on his torso as he cupped your own stomach. You're tired, all three of you are tired and it shows in how Elvis's words are slurred when he speaks against your hair, thinking you're asleep.

"You're still m' sugar. Just like 'Cilla is still m' girl. Wanted you to be m' sugar until ya got sick of me." He grip tightens on you. "Don't leave me just yet. Wait until the mornin'. Wait until we're all up. Don't make me wake up all alone."

You don't.

#austin butler elvis #austin butler #olivia dejonge #olivia dejonge priscilla #austin butler elvis x reader #austin elvis x olivia priscilla x reader #austin butler elvis smut #olivia dejonge priscilla x reader #austin butler elvis fanfic #elvis presley #i don't know i'm tired tags are hard. #ally's kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ally writes.

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Murphy's 500 Followers Celebration!!

masterlist.

in honour of this very exciting milestone, I thought I'd have a little celebration. i'm going to be writing short drabbles of your choosing!! i've created a prompt list, but I am absolutely encouraging your own ideas x

how to request -

pick a category - fluff, angst or smut

pick a character - there is a list below, but I am open to more suggestions!!

pick a dialogue prompt and/or a scenario prompt - there is a list below - feel free to choose multiple!!

then, send it in to me!! use the button at the top of my page, or request here !!

I'm gonna start writing next week, on 22/04. maybe earlier if I have the time. feel free to request multiple drabbles- the more I get sent, the more fun we'll have!!

Categories -

☀️ Fluff

🌧️ Angst

🔥 Smut

Characters -

Top Gun Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Robert "Bob" Floyd

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The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

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Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Stucky

Sam Wilson

Matt Murdock

Frank Castle

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Succession

Stewy Hosseini

Kendall Roy

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Triple Frontier

Will Miller

Frankie Morales

Benny Miller

Santiago Garcia

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Steve Murphy

Colonel Carrillo

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The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

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9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

Derek Morgan

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Dialogue Prompts -

1. "You love me?"

2. "Don't go on that date."

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?"

4. "Marry me."

5. "It's always been you."

6. "You're my best friend."

7. "You were my first love."

8. "I had a dream about you."

9. "I saw this and it reminded me of you."

10. "I have something to tell you."

11. "I thought you hated me."

12. "Is that all you got?"

13. "In your dreams."

14. "I don't deserve you."

15. "Talk to me."

16. "Is that my shirt?"

17. "I would choose you over anyone."

18. "You look so pretty like this."

19. "Most beautiful sound I've ever heard."

20. "You're killing me." / "You're gonna be the death of me."

21. "Just like that."

22. "Use your words."

23. "Good girl." / "Perfect girl."

24. "You like it when I'm mean to you?"

25. "Let's get out of here."

26. "You don't want them to hear, do you?"

27. "I need you."

28. "Let me see those eyes." / "Keep your eyes on me."

29. "Tell me what you want."

30. "I can't get enough of you."

31. "Wanted this for so long."

32. "Can I touch you?"

33. "Been thinking about you all day."

34. "You look so pretty on your knees."

35. "Better than I ever imagined."

36. "Let him watch."

37. "Let me hear you."

38. "Tell me you're mine."

39. "I'm yours."

40. "I love you."

41. "Don't you dare walk away from me."

42. "I can't do this anymore."

43. "You don't deserve me." / "I deserve better."

44. "Was any of this even real?"

45. "How stupid do you think I am?"

46. "Please don't leave me."

47. "I wish you were here."

48. "Do not raise your voice at me."

49. "Stay. Please."

50. "Don't tell me to calm down."

Scenario Prompts -

a. Kissing in the rain

b. First kiss

c. Electricity blackout

d. Camping

e. Heatwave

f. Childhood best friends

g. Grumpy / sunshine

h. Fake dating

i. Only one bed

j. Moving in together

k. Finding out you're pregnant

l. Catching eyes in a crowded room

m. Keeping the relationship a secret

n. Blind date

o. Reunion

p. Meet cute

q. Cheesy pick up lines

r. Exes

s. College friends / lovers

t. Roommates

u. Coming home drunk

v. Singing together / dancing together

w. An accidental kiss

x. A bet

y. Brothers best friend / best friends brother

z. Reading to each other

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these are just suggestions / jumping off points!! if you have an idea you'd like me to write a drabble for, just send it over. can't wait to see what you lovely people come up with. excited!! as always, so much love x

#prompt list #follower celebration #bucky barnes x reader #drabbles #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes fluff #triple frontier x reader #succession x reader #stewy hosseini x reader #kendall roy x reader #jax teller x reader #steve rogers x reader #frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #eddie diaz x reader #evan buckley x reader #javier peña x reader #steve murphy x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #tommy miller x reader #jake seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader #mickey garcia x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick smut #marvel smut #succession smut #reader insert #sam wilson x reader

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Congratulations on 500!!! I’d love to make a celebration request 🤍

eddie munson + "don't you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you." 😩🫶🏻

thank you so much and thank you for requesting :)

18+ MINORS DNI!!! unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before u tap it folks)

join my 500 follower party!

You can tell Eddie’s missed you by the way he greets you when he answers the door when you knock. It’s only been a few days, but he pulls you inside the trailer quickly, barely letting the door slam shut behind you before judging you up against it. He cuts off your hello by pressing his lips against yours, sweetly at first, then a little more firm when you get over your shock and start to kiss back. 

His hands are roaming up and down your back throughout, but it's not until one of them wanders down to give your ass a squeeze that you pull away, tilting your head at him. 

“What’s up with you, Eds?” You pant, licking your already kiss-swollen lips as your eyes dart around his face. His cheeks flush pink, chin dipping down towards his chest like he's bashful now. 

“Missed you, s’all,” He mumbles, peering back up at you doe-like with those brown eyes you've grown accustomed to. “S’been a long time.” 

“It’s been two days,” You chuckle, looping your arms around his neck. His face falls. “Hey, no. I didn’t mean it like that, I missed you too, Eds.” 

“Yeah?” He looks pleased now. 

“‘Course I did. Two whole days without you!” 

“How much?” 

“You tell me first,” You shoot back, lips quirking up into a challenge wrapped in a smile. It’s like a switch flips in Eddie’s demeanor at your words, because he smirks, shifting both hands under your ass and hefting you into his arms easily before connecting your lips again on his way to the bedroom. 

He dumps you unceremoniously on his bed, ridding himself of his shirt in record speed. You’re able to get all your clothes off by the time he manages to undo his belt buckle, scooting up towards the headboard and propping yourself up on your elbows whilst you wait for him to finish tripping out of his jeans. 

“Took you long enough,” You tease, kissing him once he’s crawled up the bed and settled between your legs. His arms bracket your head as he leans over you, licking into the warm heat of your mouth in a sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, definitely showing just how much Eddie’s missed you over the past couple days. “You really weren’t kidding,” You manage to mumble between kisses, fingers tangling into Eddie’s messy curls. 

He just grunts in response, abandoning your mouth in favor of trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses in his wake as he makes his way down to the valley of your tits. There’s a split second of hesitation that’s over before you can complain, then Eddie latches on to your nipple, dragging his tongue around the pebbled bud, sucking, licking, soothing. 

“Oh my god, Eddie,” You moan, back arching, chest pushing deeper into his mouth. Every swirl of his tongue goes right down to your cunt, growing achier and achier for him to be inside you with every second that passes. You know it’s getting him all riled up too, because you can feel the gradual hardening of his cock against your thigh. Then he stops, lifting himself back onto his palms and just looking at you. 

“You’re so pretty,” He murmurs, taking in the sight of you bare underneath him like he’s trying to commit it to memory. His eyes rake along the the hills and valleys of your naked body hungrily, darting from your tits, to your glistening cunt, back to your tits, up to your face—it’s a cycle that continues for what seems like forever, and you’re growing more self conscious by the second.

You know Eddie’s not doing it with any intent other than to admire you, but you feel…exposed. 

“Eddie…” You whine, bringing your hands up to cover your face bashfully. 

“Nuh uh, stop that,” He tuts, coaxing your wrists apart with his own hands. “Don’t you hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you.” 

“Just hurry up and fuck me, would you?” You huff, and he grins devilishly. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He nods, wasting no time in lining up his hard cock at your entrance. He swipes the tip of it across your clit teasingly, once, twice, a third time, before pushing inside about halfway. A high pitched whimper leaves your mouth, nearly drowned out by the low groan that escapes his at your cunt squeezing around his dick. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. So goddamn tight, s’like you were made for me.”

He starts to move, shallowly thrusting at first just so you’re able to get used to him, but growing a little deeper as soon as your legs come up to lock around his back. 

“More, please Eds, I need all of you!” You breathe, fingers scrabbling at his biceps. 

Eddie falters in his stroke, eyes widening at you. He’s never bottomed out before, he’s always been too scared of hurting you. “You sure?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” You nod frantically, practically fucking yourself on his cock since he’s not doing it himself. He nods, inhaling a quick breath in preparation before thrusting all the way. You hiss at the stretch of his entire length, but he’s quick to soothe, bringing his hand down to rub slow circles against your puffy clit. “I’m okay. You can keep going.” 

Once he starts moving, he can’t seem to stop. He’s rocking into you needily as if he’s a man possessed, whining and moaning and letting out a colorful array of curses with each thrust of his hips against yours. You’re chanting his name like a mantra, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your highs.

Eddie’s fingers speed up against your clit in a chivalrous attempt to push you over the edge first. It works. Your deliciously mellifluous moans give him the nudge to reach his own, and he spills inside you only a few seconds later with a strangled shout, hips stuttering to a stop. He pulls out slowly, chest heaving as he throws himself down next to you. 

“Maybe we should go without seeing each other more often if this is what happens afterwards,” You joke weakly, letting Eddie cuddle up against you comfortably. 

“Don’t say that. Two days was torturous enough, I’d keep you here forever if I had my way,” He murmurs, lips pressed against your sweaty hairline. 

“I’d be okay with that.” 

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #joseph quinn #munsonsbabygirl's 500 party!

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should we tell them?

See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @vbecker10

Summary: You've been engaging in a secret relationship with your coworker Magnus for the last few months. The same day that he started hinting at perhaps letting the team know, anonymous gifts and notes begin to appear at your desk.

Pairing: Magnus Martinsson x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors and pearl clutchers if you know what's good for you exit stage left); p in v; shower sex; love notes so cheesy you may attract mice

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; insecure reader if you squint

I highly recommend listening to this throughout the first part of the story:

You were going to be late for work. Both of you. You'd already accepted that inevitability the moment you'd stepped out of the shower and noticed that you only had a little over half an hour to dry your hair -- of which it took Magnus an exponentially longer time because of the beautiful mass of hair that was his curls, get dressed, and drive to the station.

Honestly you knew it was a bad idea the second he even proposed it. What was he thinking, showering together? Had you both showered separately then perhaps only one of you would be arriving at the station with dampened hair. 

And yet when he looked at you with those big, sweet baby blue eyes delivering his argument that you'd save more water and time if you did, you caved. You knew better and still you caved. Because it was him.

And you loved him.

No, he didn't know it; you hadn't said the words. Yet. It didn't feel like the right time yet; actually, in truth you didn't know if the "right time" would ever come up. You couldn't see any indicator in him that perhaps he'd begun to love you back, only that at the very most he was fond of you and what you two had going. That he didn't seem to want it to stop any time soon.

The shower itself started off innocently enough -- well, as innocent as it could be between two adults who were engaging in a sexual relationship behind closed doors. You even considered that perhaps you'd been wrong and you might just make it to the station in time. It was only when you were near finished waiting out the five minutes for your conditioner to sufficiently soak into the strands of your hair that you began to doubt once again that you'd get there on time.

Watching Magnus rinse out his hair and then proceed to run his hand through the now wavy hair weighed down by the water and product and smooth it behind his head, the water dripping down his lean frame, droplets hanging on to the sinewy muscles of his arms and legs…it stirred something in you. Had waves of arousal rushing to your core. 

And then he made it worse by turning back to look at you with those shining eyes and that smile that he seemed to have reserved only for you, holding his hand out for you to take. "Come here," he breathed out, and your legs simply moved of their own accord, bringing you face to face with him. He guided you to stand by the stream of water and tilted your head back just enough that the water began to rinse through your hair, weaving his fingers through the silky, slippery strands. 

And despite how familiar you'd gotten with each other's bodies these last few months, this was an entirely new kind of intimacy. Seeing the mixture of concentration and reverence in his eyes tugged at your heart, making you hope beyond reason that perhaps the love you'd felt for him was reciprocated. 

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and setting your whole body aflame. His lips moved slowly, almost lazily, against yours as he cradled your head with one hand and pulled your soaking body flush against his own. "I quite like having you here in the morning." His lips ghosted over yours as he said the words. 

You whimpered into his mouth as he leaned in again, slipping his tongue between your parted lips and letting out a sigh that sounded completely content. His hold on you tightened as your kiss went on, your own hands splayed out on his shoulder and around his ribcage, feebly trying to hold on as you felt your knees buckling from his attentions. That was when you felt your back make contact with the cold linoleum, finding yourself trapped between the shower wall and his tall frame, his hands now traveling down to the backs of your thighs and lifting you off the tiled floor.

"We're going to be late," you breathed by his ear as he proceeded to tenderly press his lips to your cheek and down to your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arm hooked behind his shoulders, as he moved one of his hands in between you, and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him lining himself up at your slick entrance. 

"Then we'll be late," he murmured against your skin before pressing another kiss to your shoulder. "I need you." 

"I'm yours," you said in a drawn out moan as he slid inside of you in one languorous stroke. Once your hips were flush against each other you nearly blurted out the words from how decadently complete this moment felt. 

You nearly told him you loved him. Nearly. 

You lost yourselves in the decadence of it all, neither of you rushing to end your unexpected bout of lovemaking as you were readying yourselves for work. That was how you ended up where you were now. Both of you with near dripping wet hair, three stoplights away from the station, and already five minutes late to your shift.

Magnus reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as he kept his other hand on the steering wheel. When you looked over at him, he was smiling at you with those soft puppy eyes again as he brought your joint hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "What if you stayed over again tonight?" 

Your heart felt like it was doing cartwheels in your chest over the potential of a repeat performance of this morning. "I'd need a new change of clothes. I'm already using the one I had in my car…" you trailed off, biting your lip as you tried your best not to have a stupid grin stretching across your face over his question. 

"We could drive by yours after shift," he offered, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand. "Think about it?" You couldn't understand for the life of you how he could make it look like he had stars shining in those ocean blue eyes of his as if on command, but they seemed they were actually sparkling as he asked you. 

And all you could do was nod. You knew you'd give in either way. You never could say no to him. 

"I think by today the team will figure us out," he commented, chuckling as he nodded toward your wet hair. 

"They're well-trained detectives, Magnus. If they haven't figured it out by now, they should chuck their badge in the rubbish bin." 

He let out a hearty laugh at your comment as he pulled in to one of the last remaining parking slots. You were pinning your badge to the top of your trousers when he opened your door, holding his free hand out to you. Placing your hand in his, you stepped out of the car, fighting back a blush as he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. "To tide me over throughout the day, darling," he whispered into your ear. 

It appeared on your desk when you returned to the station after lunch. You walked into the station with your routine large black coffee with two sugars, and the team had been postured as if they'd been waiting for you to return, prompting you to quickly check your watch to see if you'd gone over the time limit. 

"I still had five minutes…" you trailed off, walking over to your desk and stopping in your tracks at the sight of a single red chrysanthemum atop your keyboard, as well as a post-it note at the edge of your desk saying 'Thank you for your beauty, and the color you bring into my otherwise dreary world'.

"You have an admirer, Y/L/N," Kurt commented, a knowing expression on his face. Well that tracks, you thought to yourself. He's the best of us so of course he'd probably know who it was before I even got here. Hell he probably also already knows that I've been hooking up with his apprentice. 

You, however, were convinced that this wasn't what it seemed to be at face value. You faced the rest of the team. "Alright. Which one of you little jokesters set this up?" 

"Set what up?" You nearly jumped at the sound of Magnus' voice behind you, his hands on your shoulders and his chin resting atop your head as he looked at the flower and the note. "Cheesy," he commented, a bite in his tone as he did so. "And a coward to boot. Could've at least signed it." 

"Except that this isn't the work of a coward," you answered him, not moving away from his hold. You enjoyed having this fleeting moment of familiarity between you in front of everyone else. "This is the work of one of you lot, pulling me on. So come on. Fess up. Which one of you did it?" 

"Y/N, why are you convinced that this is some prank?" Anne-Britt queried, an almost sisterly concerned look entering her eyes as she did so. "Surely you've had someone express some form of interest in you before."

"Sure," you answered her. "But not like this. Not…flowers and sweet notes telling me how he thinks I'm beautiful. Nobody sees me like that." The words smarted as you said them, realizing that in the last few months you hadn't received any words even remotely resembling this note from Magnus. And it occurred to you that perhaps you never would.

Did he even see you as someone he'd make a fool of himself for being a sappy cheesy version of himself for? Or was this morning perhaps the peak of your relationship with him? And now the only option was to plateau…or to crash? 

"Maybe we should tell someone," he mused as you both lay in bed that night, laying on his side, propped up on one arm as his free hand moved your hair away from your face, tracing his finger along your jawline. "At least it would deter anyone from sending you those cheesy attempts at having a chance with you." 

You exhaled a chuckle at his comment on your mystery gifter. "And how exactly will that deter the prankster?" 

"Well for one, I don't believe that this is a prankster. So he would think twice before leaving you another one if he knew that it was futile." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the base of your throat. "Because he could try all he wants, but at the end of the day, you'll be in my bed." He kissed his way up to your lips. "Or I'll be in yours." 

"So…you think we should tell them?" you breathed out as he began to press his lips to your neck. 

"Whatever you're comfortable with, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin as he pressed his lips to your pulse point. "I'm just glad you're mine." 

Every day that week, after lunch, you would return to your desk with a post-it note by your keyboard and some form of  a present. Every day nobody on the team caught who it was. And every day it was a different colored post-it, telling you that whoever it was would take it from someone else's desk just to ensure that you didn't find the prankster right away.

On Tuesday, it was a small box of artisan chocolates and a note saying 'My love for you has no expiration date. But these do so I recommend consuming before Friday.' 

On Wednesday, it was a single sunflower with a note saying 'If I could do it all again, I'd find my way to you earlier.'

On Thursday, it was a red carnation with a note saying 'I should have you arrested because you stole my heart, Detective Y/L/N.' 

On Friday, you came to your desk finding Anne-Britt and Magnus standing in front of your desk, in the middle of a conversation about your secret admirer. 

"I say on Monday, we stake out her desk and wait it out. He leaves it every time we're all out of the station. He even waits you out and you're always the last to leave. We just have to take turns and make sure that the station is never empty and we'll find out who it is." 

"Who what is?" The two detectives more senior to you turned around, looking like children who'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. 

"Anne-Britt wants to have a stakeout on your desk to figure out who's been leaving you the gifts," Magnus answered, an obvious edge in his tone. Something in how he spoke, however, caught your attention. It almost sounded like he was trying too hard to sound agitated, but the rest of his body language contradicted that completely. 

He looked too relaxed. 

You caught sight of today's offering when he stepped aside, taking hold of your coffee cup and setting it down on your desk.  A bouquet of six red roses, and a note saying 'I love every moment we have together. No matter how fleeting. No matter how mundane. Because I'm with you. I love you, Y/N.'

"I wonder what he'll send on Monday," Anne-Britt teased. "Seems he ups the ante every day, so what's next? Teddy bear that looks like him? A necklace? Earrings?"

"Or maybe this is the last," you murmured, unsure and uncaring if they could hear you. "Maybe if this goes ignored he'll tire of me, like everyone does, and Monday comes with not a peep from him." 

"Now why would you ever think that that's how this would go?" 

"Because everyone tires of me," you snapped. "Doesn't matter if it's a matter of days, weeks, months, or even years. Eventually, everyone tires of me. It's a fact of life. My life, at least." 

"Goddammit, Y/N!" Magnus' raised tone made you start, turning to face him and the look of pure irritation and frustration in his eyes. "Why would you ever think that anyone could tire of you? That I would ever tire of you?" 

The pieces began to fit together. "You were always the only one left in the station when we left for lunch…and the last to return from it." You looked into his eyes, a frantic look about them as if he was mentally screaming at you to get to your conclusion faster. "You did all this?" 

You barely registered from the corner of your eye that the station had begun filling up with your fellow detectives back from lunch as he framed your face with his hands, making you look up at him. "I want to be more," he said in a rush. "All this…was my way of plucking up the courage to ask you -- beg you, if needed -- to be mine. And not just in the privacy of our homes." 

The words from his notes began to ring in your ears, making it hard for you to get enough oxygen into your lungs. "You love me?" you choked out, the tears prickling in the back of your eyes.

He smiled that blindingly brilliant smile as his eyes once more began to look as if he had the stars themselves behind them. "I do, sweet girl." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Quite possibly since I met you." 

Tears had begun to escape your eyes, wiped away almost immediately with his thumbs swiping across your cheeks as he stood before you, looking as vulnerable as you felt right at that moment. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes!" he exclaimed, a grin beginning to stretch across his face. "I love you, and I would want nothing more than to be able to walk out of the station with you holding you close to me. To kiss you whenever and wherever I pleased without giving a damn who sees us. To know that you're mine as much as I am yours. As I have always been yours." 

He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering in to your hair, "Please say something, my love." 

"I love you, too," you breathed out. "And I'm yours. I've been yours for quite some time." 

"Well it's about bloody time," Kurt's voice echoed throughout the station, startling you both. "Now you two lovebirds, get back to work." 

A/N: Eep I'm so happy to have both my first Magnus story as well as my first Magnus request out for y'all to read! @vbecker10 I hope you liked what I've done with your request and thank you so much for sending it in! I had so much fun finding his voice and his character. 😄

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