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astralnymphh · 7 months

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fuck and pretend ౨ৎ

𖤐 .ellie williams with a breeding kink⊱.

౨ৎ "gon' make you a baby mama, hm?" 🌸

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⋆' summary; bright blessings, aphrodite. hazy harbor of your lust, loose ribbons, and smooth touch. a strawberry sun kisses the earth with its sunset, a gradient so divinely captured above your picket fence visible from the kitchen window. a front row seat to dusk settling as you get fucked, the soppy wet clashing of your loins erupts. ellie, with her goddess given right, will knock you the hell up.

⋆' cw; dom!ellie, horndog!ellie, farm!ellie, breeding kink obv, depictions of cum + spit + nipple play + slight food play + spanking + fondiling + very slight lactation kink + rough mannerisms + dirty talk + rough talk + cum kink-ish + gentle dominance + cocktip teasing + strap sex + fingering (r, barely) + finger sucking + multiple positions (bent over, on the counter) , 'her cock' used more than 'strap', some plot + backstory, very detailed descriptions of fucking, smut heavy, reader has fem style/wears skirt, petnames; babe, baby, mama(kinda), slut, whore(not in dialogue), bitch(not in dialogue)

⋆' pairing; farm!ellie x housewife!reader

⋆' a/n; i'm horny. ⋆' wc: 6.7k ellie's masterlist 𖤐

a brilliant orb in the sky permeates a hot singe to your skin, making a day meant for mundane mutilation of vegetable roots drinking up the rich soil, dreadful. oh how you longed to be inside with your girlfriend, ellie, the rufescent headed mutt that pawed you to take a break, on the bed, in her lap. 'later, baby.', you just had to say that. but no, you just had to work, huh? the autumn sun bearing tidings of a good harvest just had to sing an enchanting tune, lulling you to the outdoors.

a heap of green already lines your wheelbarrow, a yelling chance to dip and jump into ellie's arms, who ensconces her bottom to the pleasures of a springy sofa in the family room, scribbling away matters that clot her noggin. oh, it would be so divine to just die of exhaustion in her grasp, straddling that tepid lap beckoning a cozy seat, melding your fingertips with the tense ache that mantles her neck, while she lewdly palpates the chub fat of your ass she deems 'a cute tush' with those strapping hands of hers.

"fuck it." the barrows handles drop to the grassy ground, giving the produce in the basin a bit of a bumpy ride.

the most salivating notion wins, food, fucking food. you burst into that kitchen with a sugar craving, a hellacious craving that puppeteers your fingers to fondle the beige flour into a meshy dough, powdering up your fingertips til it caked under your nail. eugh.

a strawberry and cream pastry of crispy golden beige delight is your end goal, pictured to be a celestial five star treat in your rather delusive fantasies. the butts of ruby strawberries stabbed through as you pull the stems out, gleaming juices of a translucent pink coating up your fingers so sweetly, you just had to pop them in your mouth. sucking all that flavor off, like a fuckin' lollipop.

you drift your finger out clean, a long smack squeaking from your lips, and then hum in rumination, "hmm, lemons– or no lemons? lemons.. or no lemons?" quietly spoken, tossing your eyes between a ripe lemon and the pulped strawberry.

"no lemons," ellie, bearing the element of surprise, intrudes on your introspection. speaking with a low, coarse timbre, pitch breathy, "hi babe." her body is then suddenly pressed into your backside, hand slithering down your hip and caressing your pantyhose– clad thigh gently.

"oh shit– ellie!" you yelp, instinctively pushing your rump back on her groin devoid of purpose, "ya' spooked me.." a throaty whine thrums from you.

"nah– u're just easily spooked." her brows pinch opposingly, slowly creeping her jaw in the cornered nook of your neck, parched lips nipping the flesh with summery hot licks.

"hehe– that tickles.." you jerk away slightly from her scruffy tuft of coppery hair like a plume stroking your skin.

a smile grows pliable against your skin, "good.." muffled ellie, wet smacks eliciting from her hungry latch.

"bored of ur' journal?"

"uh–huh.."

"or just happy that I'm here?"

"mhm.." she dozily agrees, slinking her head off your scruff, "missed you' out there."

"oh, i bet." you frolick kittenly, snatching up the same strawberry you pulped through earlier to cut it, "got fucking tired of hauling that barrow 'round anyway." you complain, speaking with discernable strain in your tune.

"hmm." she hums in consideration, worried about the amount of work you lug on your shoulder from a day–to–day basis, "l'mme help."

her fingers cottonly twine through yours, biceps hugging yours, chin perched softly upon your neck, taking both the strawberry and knife from you and cutting it deftly, chhp, chhhp, chop!– goes the sound of buttery slices.

you slump your head aside, just relishing the warmth for a moment, at genuine peace that your girlfriend was there. she was so soft with you, softer than petals, gently domineering at any split mention of fatigue. laying the midday away on the couch? joins you instantly, pressing and kneading the tender skin of your swollen feet while discussing more than humdrum topics. stomach rumbling loud enough to raise the dead? she immediately rounded the kitchen's trim to cook you a plethora of meals, taking every picky craving into heavy consideration. indecisive about your outfit? she would glide an oaken chair up to the dresser, plant you on her lap– in your undergarments, and choose what she personally fancies, sneaky hand groping your thigh.

"there you go." she mutters ardent to your shoulder with throaty rasp, knife clanking as she sets it aside.

"thanks baby.."

"n'problem.." her lips fumble the words, settling on bespattering the biome of your stretched neck with wet kisses– subtly hungry ones, and reposes her arms to slink over your hips, enticing them closer into her groin.

you scoop one pile of diced strawberries into the gullies of both palms, letting them plummet into a plastic green mixing bowl, plop.. plop, humming a tune, "hmmmm…hhmhmmm…"

you hear her chuckle, a small vibration amassing the length of your skin with an accompanied smile growing.

"you laughin' at my song?"

"mhh, that's not a song." she criticizes, lips pursing into a bud.

"hmph, rude." you circle your eyes in offense, faintly swaying your hips while you pestle the fruit into a sweet puree.

her hips react and ungulate a sluggish grind into your rump, acting impassive to it, "s'bored.." she croaks, clammy forehead sticking to your jaw.

"hmm?"

she doesn't clarify, instead, begins to nick your neck with pinched lips, letting the skin gingerly spring out each time. her hips, however, grow rough– wanton. little bounces of her humps smush your thighs into the counter, mind clearly anchored in her imagination.

"els?"

her relentless chafing continues, piling up the fabric of your skirt into a creased mess which only gets worse when her hand wedges between your bodies, palming her crotch with a few squeezes, "mhhn.."

your fingers nearly slip off the pestle, the stimuli of her humps withering away that poise calmness, "baby.." you whine.

"so, so– bored, baby." her grubby mitts fall and knead the shallow flesh of your hip bones, applying detectable pressure in the crevice beneath your hip bone. smutty, balmy prints sunk into your skin.

this fucking horndog, this auburn maned lovergirl could never let you rest on a busy afternoon like today. all the time, she was just pleading for pussy– pussywhipped, grinding her pelvis on your thigh amidst cuddling, to nudging your butt against her groin with both hands, whenever you bend over. you can hear the indecencies boiling on her wicked tongue right about now, pleading for a tryst.

a long suspire whorls from your nostrils as you turn in her embrace, nudging her fervid laps off.

she pouts a petulance, wet lips sheer in the frosty panes light, "why'd you move?"

"talk t'me," wisped sweet like honey, "what's on your mind?" you lace your fingers with hers, swinging your linked hands side to side playfully.

she pours a groan out, screwing her lids tight and throwing her head back, "baaabbee.." ellie was plagued, at minimum. lewdly plagued. a notion that topped her mind and wouldn't let go.

you thought it was, temptingly cute. the way she reels her head back down, jarring her weary eyes open to beadily gaze upon you, lips parting moistly.

"i have this.." a sharp gust waves off her throat, humbled to even say this, "dirty fuckin' idea.."

"enlighten me."

"i just think.." her eyes deviate from yours, staring at the cupboard, "you'd be really hot as a mama." a hint of smokiness grits in her voice, gazing at you with the most haunting bedroom eyes known to womankind.

"oh really? that's illuminating." you knit your brows, feigning marvel.

"tcch–" her textured lips creak into a cresten grin, hissing shortly, "like.." her fingers flee yours, drifting two brawny grips on your waistline, inching closer with each idea she lists, "i could take care of you, start baths for you, cook you meals and carry you to–"

you intervene gently, "you say it like you can get me pregnant." and laxly cross your arms.

her forehead creases in offense, "uh, i mean," and eyes barrel roll to the ceiling, then on you, chiseling a smirk opulent with smutty intention, "don't need a baby t'do.. whatever."

"whatever?" your tune curls.

"could just.." she pulls your groin snug to hers, pelvis protruding farther than her torso, thighs melding together, "fuck, and pretend."

you blush, mouth gaping in muted elation observing the way she pushes her crotch into you, "so foul.." you giggle.

"so?" a hand lifts from your hip, notching your chin firmly up to face her, "can i convince you?"

"how?"

an absolutely mischievous look casts over her features at that 'how?' , prominent dimples that plot her next words to flow out.

"here," she releases your chin and swipes a grip on your wrist, jerking you forward as she tugs that hand between her legs, "feel that, baby?" whispering a fingerbreadth away, toasty breath misting like perspiration on your earlobe.

you palpate the inseam, knobbing over a phallic bulge with her hand guiding you. oh my goddess, she's been wearing that shit all day.

"can i fuck y'with it, hmm?" she begs, voice drenched with silken clemency, and leathery callousness– control awaiting your word, lips of coquetry avid to your ear.

truth of the matter, at the back of her perv–diluted noggin, she knows she can't exactly get you pregnant. however, that's the hidden perk nobody talks about. play the part, make it feel real, and it still sticks the same. she can fuck you over, and over– and over again, sow her seed and never reap the physical consequences.

that girl can pretend well.

you feel the heat clump on your cheeks, turned on by her forthright request, "here?" you question foxily, feeling the excitement slowly trickle through your loins.

"yeah– right on this fuckin' counter." unfiltered and dirty, so suddenly, so tantalizing. her hands pitch up and draw upon your skin like a woven page, lurking the entire span of both arms around your hips.

"god, els.." you cling your arms around her nape, chest pressing firmly on hers, "i'd fucking love that."

her face lit up brighter than all the stars combined. reclining brows, smug–smothered eyes, and the most uneven smirk to ever jerk her lips. a brightness– so carnal.

"yes.." sounded so relieved in her breathy mutter, wetting her chapped lips before she slinks onto yours, dragging hers over the plush of your buds with a passion.

"mhh..mh.." you moan onto her lips, pushing with tantamount force to her hungry kisses.

a wet smack snaps the huddled space as she parts, "can taste those strawberries, ooh~" she huskily frisks with arching brows, returning to your lips with a pucker and slobber.

all during your tepid makeout eggs you both on, pink muscles entwining, mouths nearly trying to swallow each other up, bodies rocking like a ship riding the tide– her willowy digits tuck under the fat of your asscheeks, groping and pulling the two globes apart in rounded circles tight enough to cleft the chub with creases, frilly fabric of your skirt snagging on the ridge of her bouncing palms.

"love' this cute tush." she states with a satisfied scratch in her voice, a deep laugh gusting onto your lips.

"a fuckin' slut for it huh?"

"yeah baby!" she halfway hollers into your mouth, gripping your asscheeks like crab claws and giving a good shake– featherlike slap included.

you buck your ass out for her usage, urged to wave your hips in a figure eight motion, which she really likes, too much maybe. a booming smack! resounds the kitchen as her hand draws back to indulge a harsher slap, rubbing the red streak left in its path.

you yelp throatily, spitting from her avid lips, "fuck! ellie.."

"hey– c'm back here." her head follows your retreating one, plastering your mouth sealed and tongue–fucking you with that pushy muscle worming past your teeth.

her horny ass just kept spanking both cheeks, which triggered a proud "mmm.. mhm…" to intone on your lips as you jolt in reaction, caressing the flush heat gathered by each whack.

"more?"

"ghhnn– elli.."

"fuckin' take more." she veers that hand back and lands another blow, creeping over your shoulder to perv at the nylon–confined skin. right, your pantyhose.

you tuck and bat your lashes in the crook of her neck, whining right into the ears eager to hear you break.

but, she couldn't do that with all this fabric, could she now?

"nice.. but.." her grubby claws then prod the cloaked crack of your ass, a shrill ripping through the air as she tears a massive hole in your pantyhose– wholly for better access, now exposing your full behind.

you quench a lapse in your throat, "oh, my god." and peek over to eyeball the torn material, noticing how discolored your butt has become and poking your hip out.

"hurt too much?"

"n–no.." you swallow again, reverting your pupils to her, "hurts just right.."

she smirks merry to one cheek, hollowing an alto, "makes' you a dirty fucking slut, amiright?" spoken on a crescendo, second–guessing with her lips gravitating back to yours, but she pauses.

it dawned on her.

something even more impure tethers her attention, down– down, on that chest of yours.

the rustiling of fabric chafes as her hands slide from torturing that delicate rump further, then splutters, "take ur' fuckin' tits out, 'gunna suck on them." just straight up, stern edge like metal to her tone.

no hesitation hurdles your hands, straying from her neck you pleat your shirt over your head and stretch back to unclasp your bra with a pinch, letting it tumble off your chest and hit the ground with a padded thud. the gale of cold air hardens your nipples, perking up two nice targets for ellie to ogle– both in sight, and in taste.

a sweet– tart taste.

"hmm," ellie's pupils wander off your drooped chest and fixate on the separate dish of intact strawberries, glowing pink in the dying suns' radiance. her elbows straighten and forearm extends towards these gems of interest, scooping one up with her thumb, index and middle combined.

"what are you doing with my–"

"shh, just watch." her prudent fingers then toughen and squash the berry above your clavicle, letting the barmy pink liquids squeeze through her knuckles and drip onto your chest.

a gasp dries your throat, "ellie!"

a few mashed bits plunk down amongst the heavy fall of berry juices, managing to drizzle down the rise of your breast and split over your nipple. mission success? though now the victim strawberry– squelched to a gross chunk, makes a home chucked into the handy trash bin.

ellie licks her lips and stares dead straight on your hardened nipples. itching for a taste of that strawberry deluge.

"fuck.." her throat quivers, taking no time in searing the distance between her tongue and your breast promptly with a hunched back, bringing her heart–shaped pucker to the strawberry–saturated nub and locking on, sucking hard, making you jerk. ellie definitely has a thing for this.

"was wasting that strawberry– mhhf'– worth it?" you sport a quip quickly, the small vacuum sensation on your nipples only just starting to nip that pleasure kernel in your brain.

it definitely was. cause ellie had already vampire–suckled all the flavor off your bud, now snaking her tongue up the excess stream of juices and retreating back. those juice–coated lips squelch open, muttering, "so' fucking worth it."

so fucking worth the lady boner penned behind that zinc rivet.

her lips wrinkle around your other nipple, opening and closing her mouth around the bud with a slow nutate of her head. inside her mouth was so warm, so wet, and the fleshy texture of her lips felt fucking riveting. the stimulated twang of salacity brought in the form of sucks and licks has your pussy sappy and caked in precum, and ellie could tell how wet you've gotten by the yearning chafe of your thighs, so she forcefully wedges her knee there– making you grunt at the pressure, and her giggle at your response.

you card your fingers through her hairline, fondling her autumn tuft while she sucks that swelling nipple dry, causing an 'mmhhh.' to vibrate from the depths of her lungs, guttural on your boob. one of her hands rove up and cusps the same boob against the webbing of her thumb and pointer, squeezing the blubber of mass further into her wet rosy hole– like she's genuinely sucking something out of them– thirsty, her parched tongue laps a gloss of gleaming saliva over the bumpy node, determined to have you unravel.

"oh, els.. baby~" you tug on her hair, piqued by the blossoming ache in your clit raring for ellie to just get on with it.

"mhhpghmm.." her lips suction with a pop, roads of ruby red mottled on her cheeks from your angle. so eager to toy with that forming arousal, but with persuasive control. "s'this convincing enough?"

you toss your head back, extending the curved surface of your neck, "i'm already convinced.." you gasp for air, surfing a breathless moan behind the carry of your voice.

another pop sound has her lips wandering up from that sensitive bump and craning to your lips, taking advantage of the situation. her fantasies overrun that dirty mind of hers, aching mentally– and physically, to have that pussy engulfing her thickset cock. to fuck you raw. fortunate for her, you were already won over by the rough terrain of her tongue setting you over the edge.

"m'kay baby.." her humid syllables shudder over the span of your midface, promptly, churning into a demanding growl. "turn around, n' bend over the counter. doin' it right here, c'mon." her words usher you and fingers force you, contorting your hips with her steely grip without even giving you the chance to move yourself, other hand reaching over to knock the bowl of strawberries– now scattered across the tiles like the starry sky.

you wobble around on your ankles as she bucks you into the counters' rounded steel rim, laying her palm plumb between your shoulder blades and pinning you down, pitching a yelp from you when the cold surface practically freezes your nipples.

that's when you realized, she wasn't playing around.

ellie's spindly fingers pleat your skirt up with a swat, then drift down to catch and tuck in the lacy band of your panties and tug hard, pulling the thread to the point of frayed snapping– without giving you a wedgie– until she could remove it from your hips through the hole in your pantyhose, chucking it somewhere east of you. now she could gape at everything. the bare truth of your engorged pussy rearing for her, splayed out like a whore. nuder than an amaretto.

and it made her giggle in gratification, lugging that adams apple around with her wheezy laugh.

"look at 'chu bent over like this," she gruffily awes at your ass jacked to her hips, golfing up a 'hawwkkk' and a 'puh!' as she aims a spit down the crack of your ass.

it streamlines through the canyon of your backside 'til it mixes with the slick of your slit. can't let it go to waste, so– she jams the soapy spit into your hole, to which you clamp her in.

a jerky chuckle croaks from her chest, rustiling her mullet with each jounce, "sensitive now, are we?"

"ellie–"

"okay, okay– i'll stop." she slides her fingers out, popping them in her mouth while she observes you from this lewd position.

in the sorbet light, you were gorgeous. cunt dripping nectar like a waterfall to your thighs, ass hiked up and sloping into the plateau of your back. you looked so perfect. perfect for her hands to melt into. perfect for her cock to sheathe into. just divine. positively divine.

"alright.." her voice rattles deep, slightly muted in a gulp after tasting your cunt on her tongue, swishing her spit around to pick up every note of flavor.

moments later, you hear the metal clank of a buckle jingle from behind, the prongs strike the floor as her jeans clump up at the base of her ankles, blanketing her feet. then, a silicone tip slots it's bulbous nature between the top of your thighs, smacking up onto your slickened labia playfully.

"god– it's like a fuckin' waterpark back here babe."

her feet scoot closer, poking the chub of your globes with her jutting hip crests, enraptured in the pure way your folds already look like they want to swallow her up. they faintly part as the silicone cockhead smears your arousal from clit to hole, hole to clit. a half–moon smile dilates into the apples of her cheeks, prideful. a smirk you can hear loud and clear in her dirty, outrageous comment.

"gonna knock that pussy up, hmm? gonna fuck a pair of twins in you so good baby~" she coos, delirious seeing the head of her cock slosh around the fat lips of your pussy, grooving two concentrated lines between her brows and wagging her peachy muscle wedged in her lips. she was like a devil in heaven, and you an angel in heat. two strapping grips slap and clutch onto your ass, the fat bulging through each finger gap, calloused fingertips blending with the texture. her knees bend to crouch her hips slightly, dragging the hem of her brown button–down up by the protrusion of your ass as she aligns her frame level to your cunt. one hand drops down to catch hold of the faux cock and toys the rim of your gummy hole, sinking the head in just barely.

your sensitive entrances' involuntary answer to this scant plugging of your hole clenches the tip up fast, sucking it further in. ellie loved that. loved how your pussy was taking her without a halt. a love so dazing, she begins slipping and inserting the head only, eyeing the contracting hole gorging over the rotund spade each and every small thrust.

a whiny complaint trebles off your gullet, "are y'putting it in? baby.. please." but the petulance in your plea just rouses ellie up– excessively.

ignoring you, her focus tunnels solely on the tight hole kissing her cock in intervals, pleating up her earth brown shirt to eye her constricting muscles speckled in freckles, the pale blue–glossy v–line cadreing her hunter green cock that only deepened the lines in her abdomen with each pump. with her gaze aimed downwards, she speaks directly downwards, "be a good pussy and take my cock, yeah?"

that was her game. her conflicting game. the only words you heard before she fastens the dick bulky in her wrapped grip and lugs her entire length inside, blowing your vulva thin with how straining her size was. wow. a sight she froths over.

"mhm–" she continues, tensing her chords up to flow out a breathy, gritty, whisper, "take my cock like a good pussy."

you feel the force impact your cervix straightaway, globs of clear lubricant slip and pool through the slim opening her cock barely provides and drips onto your thigh, cold and sticky, marks like paint. "ellie– h'oh fuck!" you wail in the stinging sensation of sudden brimming, which only drives her to crack another slap blistering red on your ass, "eeah!" you squeak, tears scorching the shoreline of your blurred eyes.

she wanted a tear to slip out. she wanted a cohesive sign that her cock felt tight, warm, filling. a kind of filling that bumps your stomach, makes you feel pregnant. cause you would be, take my word for it.

ellie analyzes the new ring of creamy serum wrapping her base like a ribbon of white lace, milky delight. it fades as she drags her length out, and bubbles when she sheathes back in. nothing could stop her finger from sampling the slimy slick, but, no. not this time.

in her mind, that's her precum. her sperm. not a drop should be dripping out of you.

"g'nna fuck my seed– so, so.. deep."

and by her word, she knurls her torso into a convex bend as she swathes over you, cottony shirt to back, tickling your flesh. like a dog licking your ear, she mashes the lobe of your ear with her soaked lips. chanting a one–lined hymn in your ear as her cock skids along your ridged walls and returns with a pumping rhythm, keeping your pelvis steady in her slack grip.

"makin' you–" slap, slap, slap, "a mama'," plop, plop, plop, "with my c-cock.. no–one else's." her huffs fan the baby hairs near your ear, lips brushing so dearly on the conch. each sticky bop of your hips plays like a hand smacking water, bringing shame to the ears of every wall witnessing this dirtier–than–porn event.

your features tog up into a woozy countenance. lips wedged open like an orange slice, pupils reading your upper lashes like a string of musical notes, head jiggling with each lavish pump into your pretty little pussy. it feels so fucking good. spurts of pleasure that make you wish on every damnable star for her to actually get you pregnant. the way she fucks you like this, all pathetically horny with her own ass clenching into each thrust. you'd take her babies in a yoctosecond.

her bushy brows curl and furrow in enthrallment, enthralled by every honeyed whimper she pulls out of you with her dick. it fed her ego, the greedy ego telling her she is impregnating you. each vein, bumpy on the creasing skirt of your blushing hole shaped to fit her cock, felt so real– it hurts. ellies' had enough. she skims her palms just a hairbreadth down the planet of your ass to sink her talons in the supple crevice of your hip and thigh, held hard enough to move you. this meant only one thing.

ellie was tired of playing it safe.

her torso pastily unsticks from your back, casting a gray shadow with her hover, grunting, "listen– t'me," her hips sway and punch with heftier, vehement– stickier thrusts, the fat plastic cockhead sending a flux of pressure with each smash into the tacky wall of your vagina, "answer– d'ya think, mhh– our kids will have auburn hair, like me? frhm– freckles, like me? my eyes?"

the constant abuse to your cervix chokes up your throat, warbling and going "guh, guhp– unh! fhhummk.." with your flaccid lips damp in slob, like a filthy mess of a bitch.

wrong answer.

you should have just offered up her name in an exaggerated moan instead.

the extent of her hand extracts from your hips– not without her gift of nail–birthed sickles indenting your skin like scales, and coils back to whack your vainly treated glute. it makes your vision go white, tenderizes your skin and makes you scream.

"n–nnono, els–"

"so– no they won't look like me?" she laughs to herself, and it almost sounds– amusingly disappointed.

"n– yes, yes! they w–"

your throat then nearly guzzles her fingers base knuckles deep, muffled and choking on their stacked width.

"just shut up." ellie warns in a gruff. thing is, she knows that as long as her thickset tip keeps slamming into that assaulted cunt– she'll never hear the end of it. and that's the best part. confliction.

the counter was virtually warming up on your compressed cheek from how long you were in that position. slippery sweat dampened a puddle under your face in a thin pellucid coat. from your current view, you could only see her wrist pushing on your chin– cranking your jaw ajar, and her humping motions bleary in your peripherals. not like seeing her was necessary, you already felt her through and through.

ellie, with her hips strapping you down in prolonged rams that cause a sharp sear on the hind of your thighs, with the downright sedative pleasure brought by the bumping base to her neglected clit, finds herself earnestly thinking about how a family would look on this farm. her baby, growing in you. her kids, skipping through these rustic halls. her wife, devout enough to nurture them through childhood. but on the perverted hand, her cock fucking a future generation into you, 'her' pussy gluttonous enough to consume it up to the hilt, her whore, eager enough to be the cumbucket to breed as she pleases.

she's gonna breed you like the horndog she is.

but you want to be full of her offspring.

"baby–" a stiff moan pours from her lips, and she glides her cock and digits out. snow white cream follows in strings, strung to her shaft and springs out like paint splatter on the ground as her strap bounces down to a flaccid level. wow. she moans again, this time, breathlessly, "baabby.. get'on th' counter.."

"hmmuh?" flubbed you, barely able to see the picket fence outside the kitchen window through your graying haze– shapes blurred and melted into each other.

"said," the lone grip on your hip is replaced with the clammy bend of her elbow, tucking under your womb and flipping you around, "on' the counter." and lugs you hurriedly onto the sudor–coated surface with her grasp under your knees. her hands flatten on either side of your shaky thighs– vividly like jello– as her torso huddles close in your space. now that she could see your face, it was sexually comical.

doe–eyed and glossed, lids puffy and red. patterns of your own saliva glissade down your chin and gleam in the soft light behind you. so hot.

her teeth bear in a parted smirk and she drunkenly stumbles her face down. then, she notices something. a pearly strand of sleek cum trickling over your perineum. like a melted popsicle, you drip everywhere, all over that counter space.

ellie's tongue ticks on the roof of her mouth, sighing, "mmh' fuck, pussy dripping everywhere– clean this counter afterwards, won't you?" spoken like a silken demand, index pointing at the mess.

you keenly nod, squinting with those weepy eyes as you try to discern the moving colors of your girlfriend right as she heaved her fat cock right back inside. stars. stars heat you skin and strike your vision. a night of black spots burn through your eyes and caper around– obscuring ellie's blissed out face. you were already fucked out from the last position, so fucked, you nearly came at the meaty expansion of your aching hole.

ellie could tell, and that was her cue. her goddess given cue to bottom out. the friction of her girth akin to a fist stuffing you up was pushing up on your g–spot, and that knocked a tear out. the ones lashing at your ducts to release, finally did.

you couldn't feel anything else– anything, but her cock.

moist sloshes cram up the space between you too, smacking and dragging as before. faster, harder, her hips never lapse and pick up the speed. tapping you out like a nozzle draining syrup from a tree, gushing and coating her cock beautifully. smack– smack– smack– goes her groin deluged in your sweet sex juices connecting like webs with each bash of your hips.

on comes a dirty row of her impudent and vile comments– barely stable voice from how fast she pumped, all tepidly whispered on your neck.

"knockin' that fhckin' pussy up– huh?"

you can feel the warmth radiating off her face a breath away, a cheek–length strand of hair now sticks to the sweat veiling her hairline. pores beading with glassy perspiration. just as red as you. huff, huff, gasp.

"that pretty pussys' mine– mhh, all mine."

ellie's palms leave two clammy prints on the marble slab when her fingers pop off and clasp your pelvis. with this grip on you, she pushes your hips hard on her relentless pounds. no wall of your vagina lacks a thrashed kiss from her dick, your hole was just too tight for any air pockets. that tight. just pure ush–gush.

"god' m'sucha dirty slut for ur' pussy, such a fucking whor– ughhn!– wantin' to make you–a mama." grizzled her in a lower voice, but still so rough, sweating and huffing like a dog in heat.

the cupboards creak and squeak, scarcely bearing the racket she induced with her fucking into you.

the intensity marches on.

"els– els, I'm gonna cum.."

it was nice to hear, but she was infinitely more focused on cumming herself. she was close. very close. eyes screwed tight in the straps kickback digging her clit with firm pressure, knuckles flushed white as they bent and tried to carve into your hips. ellie couldn't get enough of you.

"yeah– me too, nghh~"

her own slick begins to lather up her crotch, sticking up that auburn bush, dripping off the strapbase and staining the crinkled jean pile directly underneath her.

the kitchen reeked of cunt– yours and hers. delicious sex miasma. the scent of raw arousal coats your nasal cavity, lulling you both to climax– two hearts on the same beat.

but there was one thing. one thing you could give her, that'd change your lives from there on out.

"baabe–" a shallow utter gusts from her lips, shuddering, "can' i fuck you– god, fuck you like this? mate you– make babies with you, more often?" her voice warbles, fighting back the breath that wanted to give away.

the plunging and swelling of her dick parting your walls made it potently harder to answer– but, you creak, taking all the breath she would give you, mouth to mouth.

"yes, ellie– i want to have them."

her eyes squinted ever so slightly, sharpening, pupils blown. a wicked, scantily–contained smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, a glint in her eye revealing the excitement she felt by your words. in a heartbeat, her lips met with yours– wisping and wetting each other up.

but it was no feat to the sudden acceleration of her pistoning hips.

ellie's lips withdraw, moaning rigidly with buffering pants, "gon' make you a baby m–mama' now– ooh fuck!" feeling the same rise to orgasm tighten her stomach.

"yes– yes! unh‐ uh fuck, ughh!"

the clanging cupboards bang and thud as they do, but your moans eventually clamor up over them. her cock, sought the last final blows to your gummy ring inside, gathering up all that viscous serum in strings stuck to her bulbous head. this was it. she was finally getting her reward– viscously.

"love you–"

it tightens.

"s'much–"

it pulls.

"thank y– unngghh!"

she snaps.

your thighs convulse and lock around her hips as she buries her dick deep inside, plugging that bruised–to–hell mucousy cervix up. a high so heavenly it curls your body up to hers, cumming all over that filthy fucking cock in clear spurts, plashing all over the veiny shaft that had you weeping moans.

ellie had came too, matter of fact, all over the floor.

a dense and husky moan grates from the lowest region of her diaphragm, "hhhggn– uhhugh– fuck, baby."

her eyes grew taut and scrunched in ecstasy, jutting her hips and clenching her ass to ride out the orgasm. a spew of her release taints the straps footing and leaks down her thigh, saturating in her skin. veins popped in her gripe, incisors bit her lip nearly hard enough to break skin, and eyes twitched back tenfold, casted heavenward.

a sunset clasps the shingle roof from above, depicted so innocently behind the pane, unknowing to what has come of you two.

the moment softens.

and you're left with two fatigued bodies.

her arms loosen and flop on your sprawled lap, and her head finds a collapsed purchase on your shoulder. ellie's chest rose, fell, and rose again, swallowing up all the air her lungs lost in the heat.

"think I just died," she dramatically heaves from her chest, gulping up the pooled spit in the trenches of her gums. a giggle shakes her, "hehe~ did you die?" she jests, nudging her limp hand to your shank.

the words carrying to your ears mish–mashed into an agglomeration of sounds strewn from her actual sentence, "there's n'pie in the oven.." you slur breathlessly, tongue nearly lifeless in the pit of your mouth.

ellie tries her darndest to compress the laugh grizzling from her throat, still winded, "w-what babe?" her head tilts to gawk at you.

"god i'm so dizzy.."

she blows a raspberry from her lips and knits her brows– amused. of course she's a tad worried your energy had been worn from the fucking, but, that's the funny part. she actually did that. her buzzy voice coaxes you back to animation, "want some'in to eat?"

wait.

that's literally what you came in here for.

wait.

you peek at the green dome next to you, toppled over with dotted strawberry wedges scattered all over the stony tile– and your strawberry jam. really ellie? a pout cockles your lips into a plumper shape, notching your head on a slope, "did'ju knock over.. all of my strawberries?"

she swings her head 'round, feigning innocence, "umm– nope, wasn't me." puffing up her cheeks.

"ellie."

she blows tersely, "i didn't!" and throws her hands up defensively– in playful spirit.

"and you ruined my panties!" you scold lightheartedly and jab your heel in the back of her thigh– a little bit of punishment.

"ow!"

a reaction spurns from your lips, replaced by a jaded expression of hushed brows and trying lips that curl your face into one of, content. ellie forced a few puffs to spill from her open oval lips, hereafter curling into that same shit–eating grin that knows she's guilty– chuffed by herself.

then it wanes. wanes like the moon bearing its shrouded cycle. she softens up, softer than the bunny hopping across thick green grass in the season of beltane. this felt more fundamental to her than you might think, but, caring for you was her duty of worship. ever since that day she met you– the evening plait with a crimson ember engulfing air at the center of an autumntime bonfire in jackson. cold perspiration stuck to the glass held in your hands, talking the very ears off every owl present to listen. you had shared, sung, flirted, and saved the kiss for later. a later spent in her bed, all night– rising at dayspring, where she asked you to be her girlfriend at the foot of her door, just as you took your leave.

every wound you tended to, she tended to yours, and led you here. on this farm. in your own realm of heaven.

"but seriously– do you want something to eat?"

"yeah, i'll um.." you shoo her away from her parked poise between your legs, sliding your weight off the counter with a heft of your forearms pushing you off, "clean the counter." your toes ease onto the floor with a shaky wobble, unable to even straighten your legs out at first. damn, ellie, what have you done.

"yeah, nuh–uh," she briskly bends at the torso and bars her robust arms underneath your mid–back and in the fold of your knee, sweeping you off your heels.

"els, what the f–"

she tousles her woody auburn mullet in a wag of her head, crunching you up closer with her biceps, "you, babe– are going to rest. i'll clean the counter." her brows raise at the end of her emphasized sentence, a silent 'capeesh?'.

her amenability never ceases to blossom those heartstrings of yours.

"yeah, yeah.." your eyes toss around the rim of your brow bone, and land back on her in time to spot a chuckle churn her watermelon pink lips.

those lips then settle and purse into a pucker, idly sidiling her face plumb to your forehead and peppering a moist kiss, pulling back slowly with unhindered affection tugging the corner of her lips into a satisfied smile.

"see? m'taking care of you. just as if–"

"if i was pregnant?"

"mhm.."

"you want it that badly?"

".."

"well– maybe.. jackson has some adoptable kids?"

now you're just feeding that fantasy of hers.

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staryuee · 7 months

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LOVE TRIAL!

GUILTY AREN’T I? OF ALL MY LOVE CRIMES…

— [warnings]. [mentions of drinking (venti)]

— synopsis . . . [char] has decided to come clean and acknowledge all the facts necessary for conviction. the conviction? they’re in love with you.

(more simply, them just being hopeless losers that are in love with you hcs ๑>◡<๑)

— characters . . . venti, zhongli, tartaglia, wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, navia, clorinde, arlecchino

— notes . . . i can't go on the genshin x reader tag anymore bc of the amount of smut on it, i’m so loved starved rn…*sighs dramatically* i added venti & zhongli purely bc i love them (plus they’d also be on trial for war reasons so hehe)

VENTI — 温迪

love is quite similar to the wind in a way. comes quickly, randomly, it can hit you hard, it can be gentle and peaceful yet it can also be irritating and noisy.

currently, venti was feeling all the negatives: drunk, irritated, and his heartbeat drowning out any exterior noises to the degree he didn’t even hear your recognisable footsteps entering angel’s share. normally, he’d instantly perk up at the mere glimpse of you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to even bother raising his head up from his arms anymore.

“venti? someone asked me to come check up on you…you alright? (o*｡_｡)o” you gently touched his back in comfort which just made his heart swell.

“mfh…i’m—hic—okay (ﾟヘﾟ)?” he responds nonchalantly.

“yeah, you sound very self-assured don’t you...come here then.”

“drink with me… (♡´𓋰`♡)”

“nope, i’m getting you far away from angel’s share, this is bad, even for you.” you speak to him so softly it almost makes him sleepy as you attempt to lift him up. venti wrapped his arms around your neck in response, pouting at you with a hazy and dizzy look.

his hand travels to your cheek, delicately caressing it with weird concentration. he leans into what seems like a kiss before pausing and resting his forehead onto your shoulder instead. he whispers in a delicate and dreamy tone, “i love you… too much.”

ZHONGLI — 钟离

zhongli fiddled with the brooch you gifted him while out on a stroll the other day with a complaisant smile, humming a tune to himself that he specifically remembered you sung. it was such a lovely melody, something so serene and gentle it was almost like the feeling of sunlight on your skin. or perhaps that was only the case because you sung it?

he’s an ancient being with countless of prior lifetimes and ones ahead; he’s no lovesick fool, but he couldn’t deny that the giddy feeling in his churning stomach, and the swirling of his heart is a rather enticing experience, one which he cannot tire from.

his mind traced back to the short hangout you had earlier today; nothing unusual, just a walk around liyue harbour with his hand inching closer to yours, breath hitching at the minute contact before he retracted his hand to awkwardly play with his rings. oh, and that angelic smile that he loved so much…

zhongli traced his bottom lip, imagining it as your own as a silly smile graced his face at his delusion. would you lean into his touch? move away? be startled, confused, or even worried? would you look away? or…

ahh…perhaps, he’s a little head over heels for you, alright?

TARTAGLIA — 公子

“tartaglia, please. this is seriously too much!!” he crumpled another letter with that specific and significant order and threw it skillfully over into the bin. there’s no such thing as “too much” when it comes to showering someone with gifts, ESPECIALLY during important holidays and events! at least that’s what tartaglia’s delusional lovesick mind has led him to wholeheartedly believe.

he gazes over at the countless trinkets you’ve given him over the course of your adventures and vacations; i mean if you can do it, why can’t he? little does he realise that “trinkets” is much more acceptable than “gifts that pile up to your ceiling at the end of each week”.

it makes sense for you to want to spoil someone any way you can if you love them.

…love them?? did he love you? i mean, he accepts your affection like it’s a natural instinct, sends you letters and gifts biweekly, his entire family knows you, and whenever you exchange gifts during holidays he purposefully skims his fingers over yours.

but that’s all just friendly gestures…okay listen he may have believed santa clause (or the teyvat equivalent…?) was real for several years because of pulcinella but he’s not THAT horrifically oblivious (grits teeth). he absolutely adores you, and the letters he has stashed away, that could practically count as love confessions due to how descriptive they are of your character, are solid evidence.

WANDERER — 流浪者

your mind has three defense mechanisms against impactful events: repression, denial and displacement. all of which were prevalent with the wanderer.

he pushed the conscious memories of abandonment into his unconscious, he ignored the reality of his feelings for you to avoid any form of attachment, and proceeded to take out his anger onto you because of the way you made him feel.

he’s convinced himself he hates you.

hate, within the context of a romantic relationship, arises mainly from a relational betrayal. betrayal trauma can feel an awful lot like the dull and lingering pain after a swift punch to the gut. the person who hurt you isn't a stranger, yet when they leave, it certainly feels like you never knew them at all.

that’s precisely why he can’t fall for you…but he does so anyway; because how was he meant to override the childish fluttering in his prototype heart whenever you gently brushed your shoulders together when walking, or when your eyes met and you instantly smiled at him so stupidly?

and well, he isn’t really doing a good job of pretending he hates you when he lets you touch him so freely, or when he seeks your simple affections out without shame…

☆ ITTY BITTY SPOILERS ☆ for both fontaine archon quests 🐳

LYNEY — 林尼

lyney rubbed his weary eyes as the light began to settle into his view. while initially blurry, after blinking a few times, lyney realised exactly where he was; the opera epiclese. yet he’s not standing where he and his twin would be if they were preforming a magic show, rather, he was standing directly where an accused perpetrator would.

despite how hazy he felt, that tinge of anxiety managed to bubble into his stomach to ironically stabilise him. the stomping sound of a cane reverberated through the room which fixed his attention to the iudex. “order.” his voice caused lyney to grimace whatever words he’d utter next. why was he reliving this moment?

“mister lyney, i hereby declare you as guilty in this love trial.”

lyney couldn’t help but blink and tilt his head in confusion…what kind of trial? was that some sort of code? 【・_・?】

“with no further objections, the oratrice shall now deliver its final verdict.” however, before he could hear the motions of the machine in action, he awoke: sweaty, confused, and face flushed a brilliant red hue. lyney glanced over at his bedside table, his cheeks tinting even redder at the sight of a rose that he gained from your fine hands.

maybe that dream was trying to tell him something…(｡•́︿•̀｡)

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

recently, the skies of fontaine have been ever so clear. every blemish of grey spotted clouds disarrayed into a flurry of white, the sun blazing out and making it the most perfect atmosphere for a pleasant summer. though…this was the middle of october, so this particular weather puzzled the fontaine citizens, albeit with little complaint.

neuvillette sat in his office with a gentle and subtle smile expressed his soft features, although he maintained that ‘air’ of professionalism as he went over a recent investigation, he subconsciously grazed his fingertips over a letter with your name on it.

to neuvillette, love is a lot like a trial (or perhaps that’s the only analogy he can conjure up to comprehend his deepening feelings for you). you put yourself out there, presenting your best case for why you deserve to be loved, just as a lawyer presents their case for why their client is innocent. it involves the same sense of vulnerability, uncertainty, and even risk: you don't know how the outcome will turn out, and you have to have faith in the process and trust in the person who is judging (or loving) you.

his judgement about you, however, doesn’t need much thought or even a confirmation of the verdict with the oratrice. he’s in love with you, devoted, if you will. and perhaps, if you’re willing, he’d be happy to make a whole argumentative case on why you deserve him.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

he’s very tempted to make a case against you.

you’ve committed the most heinous crime known to teyvat, one which no person has had the courage to fulfil:

stealing his heart.

how long would he have you down in the fortress for to pay for your crimes? glad you asked, because he’s made an entire mental plan for whenever you visit him in the fortress of meropide (for whatever reason…let’s just hope it’s nothing TOO bad ahaha…. ._.)

your sentence would depend on how long it takes for you to fall for him too. god he’s never realised how much of an absolute loser he can be when enamoured it actually makes him angry. if you could see the way he low-key giggles and plays with his hair at even the slightest glimpse of you, he’s assured your sentence would be several years instead of his hopeful couple months (unless you’re already in love with him then…hey.)

i’m pretty certain if he could, he’d send you a letter that says “haha, what if we kissed? just kidding! unless…”

yeah, he’s THAT level of loser for you. (*´∀｀*)

NAVIA — 娜维娅

valentine’s day has become her favourite holiday! not for any “particular” reason…certainly not because she can use the day to “platonically” spoil you with food and subtle affection whenever she pleases.

“happy valentine’s day! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡” navia smiles at you and bows, presenting you a pink bag glittered in hearts, a cute bow on of one of the handles. you smiled in response and took the bag from her gently. merely catching a sneaky peek into it you could see several little plastic bags filled with goodies and sweets, ones you assumed where baked by her fine hands.

“thank you, navia! honestly, i look forward to this every year~ (∩❛ڡ❛∩)” you laugh as you unwrap one of the brownies in the bag and begin chewing on it with a complaisant and satisfied expression. your sweet and genuine look made her heart clench in her chest, she coughs into her hand awkwardly and looks away from your lips.

“uhum, i’m glad! anyways i’ve got uhh…something to do…(｡>\\<)” she replied hastily, clutching at her chest dramatically as she left, leaving you rather confused: you continued to eat her pastries regardless of the sudden change in atmosphere, because i mean who doesn’t like free shit made specifically for you?

navia’s mind and heart felt so fuzzy as she checked her complexion in her pocket sized mirror, padding at her face with powder to futilely hide her immense blush. putting away her mirror, she flipped over her hat to reveal a matching pink letter with cursive writing on it. “sorry lyney your plan was cute and all…but i seriously can’t do this today…”

CLORINDE — 克洛琳德

harbouring her position as the best champion duelist means there’s plenty of people (people who desire death at the hands of a pretty woman.) who wish to duel or spar against her purely to see her skills personally. yet, so far there’s been no one who’s stepped up to that challenge (we can ignore tartaglia for now.)

until you, that is. you have no reason to ask to spar with her, and while she has little reason to refuse you, she does reject your requests each time. however, clorinde has learnt over time that refusing your cute face and sweet smile leaves a little bit of her hollow, so alas, one day when she had a free schedule — she accepted a spar session.

thank the hydro archon that she did because holy shit. clorinde never thought she had a type, perhaps just someone who’s the opposite of her to balance her out, but now she definitely knows you qualify. the way the sweat drips down your arms and neck, your expression fixed yet amused and the subtle vein forming on your hand as you grip your weapon…shit she’s not paying attention.

as you strike a blow that leaves her tumbling backwards onto the floor, a cheeky grin adorns your face that makes her heart skip like pebbles on a flowing river. you can boast about your win against the champion duelist for all of teyvat to hear, all she cares about is seeing that side of you again…please.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

ah well shit.

this isn’t going to exactly work now, will it? technically, falling in love with a subordinate isn’t against some sort of law or code, but a harbinger being bewitched is a different story.

arlecchino leaned against her desk with her hands resting behind her. an icy shiver ran down your spine as her eyes were practically piercing through you. did you mess up on a report or something…? was this the end…(,,>ࡇ<,,)? you’ve always thought you kept a pretty good and quite close relationship with the knave, but perhaps that was your downfall?

it’s not easy to ignore the deafening sound of her heartbeat, that alone made it even more difficult to concentrate when you’re just an arms reach away from her in her private study, with no one to bother you two. it’s futile to ignore the fluttering of your heart, therefore, arlecchino decides to saunter over to you with a poker face, something which only made you want to die on the spot.

she leaned over on your desk with her hands right on the edge, you instinctively peel your head upwards to question her with a meek voice, “is uhm, something wrong, knave?” you begged she didn’t notice the slight quiver in your voice.

“i believe,” she averts her gaze before staring directly at you with a much more softened expression, “i’ve fallen in love with you.”

I KNEW IT INSTANTLY, YOU’RE ALSO GUILTY…

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost <3

#AAAAAAAAH this makes no sense but i need to push SOMETHIN’ out….#genshin x reader #genshin x gnreader #genshin x you #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #navia x reader #clorinde x reader #arlecchino x reader #lyney x reader #wanderer x reader #scara x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #gi x reader

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hhnguyen · 1 year

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aren’t you just precious

Everything medical related was a google search, so those in the medical field please don’t come for me - I was a literature major for a reason 😭

♢ Pairing: Parents!Jake & Neytiri x Oldest daughter!Reader

♢ Word count: 2k

♢ Genre: suspense, action, angst, slight humor - Warnings: explicit description of injuries, blood, cursing, reader is a lil crazy

⌲ Description: Your iknimaya goes a little south. Aka introducing the ‘demon ikran.’

M A S T E R L I S T

Jake Sully, a marine veteran at the age of twenty-two had gone through absolute hell on earth before ever setting his disabled ass on Pandora.

He thought he had seen the worse - comrades shot down right in front of his eyes, the blood covering their skin, blank dead eyes staring into his soul. Sometimes there were those who were actually blown to bits by bombs and grenades, screaming not even five feet away from him as they clutched their missing limbs, begging a nonexistent God for mercy.

Then there was his own injury. The pain he hardly remembered, because he had gotten to the point of delusion when they finally managed to drag him out of the war zone, half dead, and to the VA hospital.

The incoherent words he had heard after waking up from his surgery despite his hazy vision and buzzing hearing at that time, yet the truth coming out of the doctor’s mouth had still hit him in the face like the largest ‘fuck you and your life’ to exist.

“...ave severe spinal injury...fixable...expensive, marine.”

A severe spinal injury that was fixable but too expensive for a marine like him to afford.

For an active man as he had been in the past, the thought of being paralyzed from the waist had been his worst nightmare to the point of being ready to waste away his life.

Though even after all that shit, Jake Sully felt like he wanted to throw up as he stared at his oldest baby girl at the fresh age of fourteen laying there in front of him; delirious as he had once been in the same position, bleeding and bruised.

He could only thank Eywa that your heart was still beating and your body intact.

Well, mostly.

The almost nauseous angle of your left wrist certainly did not look natural. And their bones were fortified, stronger than anything else to human knowledge. Yet it had managed to snap as easily as that.

Neytiri - his beautiful, poor mate. She was distraught, one would say more so than him. Sitting only inches away from your fevering form in one of Hell’s Gate treating rooms for avatars, muttering prayers with dried tears upon her face.

Your injuries had been so severe that not even the abilities of your grandmother, the Tsahik, could heal you solely through the spiritual power of Eywa. These kinds of injuries needed the advanced surgery of human technology.

His other children were barred from coming inside, having been firmly ordered to remain in their village as he and Neytiri made sure that you would be okay. None of them wanted to keep them away, but neither did they want them to be traumatized by seeing your bloodied and broken form.

A stark contrast from the smiling and proud sister that they knew.

And yet, you had still managed to complete your iknimaya.

Jake watched with a bated breath from the air upon Bob, his own faithful ikran through the years, as he saw the slight encouraging push Neytiri had given you on the edge of the nesting place. Your, oh so small form, looked firm and stubborn as you steadily stalked forward in a crouched form, the band for the beak held in your grasp with determination.

He watched as one ikran flew away. Then another. And another. A third one. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth.

He had lost count after the eleventh.

You were getting frustrated, he could see that. Neytiri was still there, calling out for you to calm down. To be patient as he moved Bob a little bit closer, but not too much to distract you if you were to see him hovering.

And there he was.

Jake had seen it before you did. The vicious screech even reached him high up in the clouds and echoed above all the other ikrans.

He felt his blood run cold as the midnight blue beast, nearly black in color with its yellow and green detailing jumped down from the highest point of the rocks and landed behind you as you whirled around with snarl of your own.

But then as fleeting as it had been, you had grinned, taking in the magnificent animal despite its bloodthirsty aggressiveness.

“Aren’t you just precious?” Neytiri had told him of your words in the aftermath.

His mate hollered in encouragement, and he could hardly stop the prideful tug of his own lips.

Rather than you leaping on the beast, Jake straightened up as he saw the ikran run at you as well. Both were only inches away from crashing, as you last minute decided to slide beneath its belly - slight enough to fit as you rolled away on the other side and then slung the catcher around its mouth swiftly before throwing yourself on its back.

His expectations had been hopeful from that moment. Positive. But wrong, oh so wrong.

Rather than trying to snap at you by turning, he watched in horror as the ikran seemed to have a human mind as it slammed against a stone wall, you hitting it first.

Neytiri had screamed, already half leaping forward but stopping herself as she saw you still clinging to the beast.

Both had thought that had been the worst of it until the ikran tried it again. This time deliberately falling backward to land on its back with a rumble, where you were hung on.

“LET GO MA ‘ITE! LET GO!” Neytiri was yelling. Or begging. He couldn’t be sure in his own fear.

But both of them underestimate you, as a growl mixed with what Jake had assumed to be a painful yell from yourself erupted. Legs manage to wrap around the animal’s neck despite being crushed underneath its weight.

He saw belatedly you were only holding on to the banshee catcher with one hand as you pulled at its head hard enough to make the animal let out another vicious muted screech.

And then you truly proved you were his daughter.

“C’MON YOU MOTHERFUCKER. GRANDPA BOB WAS BETTER THAN THIS!”

The ikran had gotten angrier, trashing before suddenly rolling like a fucking bowling pin on the stone-covered ground.

Towards the edge of the cliff.

Neytiri ran, and Jake dove, both reaching out and screaming your name as you and the ikran fell off the edge.

As his mate leaned almost desperately over the edge, Jake forced himself to draw Bob back up, only for a few seconds - not to interfere with the rite. But it was in those few seconds he felt like his heart had stopped beating.

There was that familiar screech again.

Then you were soaring.

Up in a straight line, past Neytiri and him. Tsaheylu clearly made as the ikran listened to your orders.

There was a blinding grin on your face as you soared, clearly looking for him and letting out a whoop.

The moment your eyes caught his, Jake felt his grin slip.

Your eyes, open just moments before suddenly rolled back. Your whole body went slack as you fell over the side, your newly bonded ikran screeching at the sudden weightless feeling as the bond broke and your body went straight down.

Jake hadn’t heard his desperate yell, this time diving down without stopping.

He thought you were dead when he managed to catch you and flew back up, only to have Neytiri meet him in the air on her own mount, an expression so clearly in distress. Without a word, they both made haste back to the village, your newly bonded ikran following closely behind.

“How is she?” His voice sounded like it had gone over fifty years of smoking with no water. It felt like his whole body was weighed down with stones.

“She’s alive,” that’s all that Max could offer with a grim expression. “She will need surgery. The momentum of her slamming repeatedly against stones with the ikran’s weight on top has managed to collapse a lung.”

Jake had never wanted to sob like a newborn baby until now. But he needed to remain calm, or at least sane. For Neytiri’s sake, and your siblings.

“Usually surgeries like these lead to long-term conditions in life, but we’re certain that with the Na’vi biology she will heal just fine without complications. But it’s the healing that will take time.”

He was nodding along, but it felt like he was far away. Only hearing a slight inconsistent sound in his ears as he watched through the see-through glass into the room where you were all connected up to tubes and an oxygen mask.

It was so human, the whole situation of you being in a hospital bed for avatars - Jake wanted to laugh. Not in humor, but maybe in slight delusion at the situation.

“Okay, okay…” he swallowed. “Anything else?”

His human friend was taking pity on him, Jake knew.

Max has been there since the beginning. Seeing Jake growing his own family and now being placed in this position. “Besides the broken wrist and strained ankle, it’s mostly cuts and bruises. So she will have to wear a brace as well as remain seated for the next week or so. And check-ups every three days.“

“Yeah, we can do that,” Jake croaked. “When’s the surgery?”

“As soon as possible.”

Another nod. “Thanks, man.”

“Of course.”

He had to nearly pry Netytiri away from you as she snarled protectively. But he had to explain that she couldn’t join in on the surgery due to contamination concerns. The whole room had to be fixed to match that of a Na’vi body, the surgeons wearing oxygen masks as the space was filled with Pandora’s toxic air for your sake.

It was an open lung surgery, Jake had been told. A risky procedure even on earth. It had taken four hours. Four hours full of anxiety and fear.

But you had pulled through, Max said, Norm closely behind with a relieved teary smile himself. The man was like another uncle to the kids despite his avatar form. He had watched their ceremonies, rites and connections to Eywa. So to Norm, this was just like a family member to him.

You had slept for a full day and a half after the surgery, still confined to the avatar hospital room before your eyes had fluttered open with difficulty. A cough erupted followed by your painful whine at the action.

Netytiri had hushed you gently, crouching down and stroking your hair back. Fresh tears fell at seeing you conscious again after so long, sobs breaking out as you flashed a sleepy smile at her.

Neytiri had felt like Eywa had pulled the entirety of Pandora away from underneath her feet during the hours of your examination and surgery. Clutching Jake to her and never wanting to let go as her oldest baby was at the mercy of nature and your own will to live through.

But she knew.

You were strong. You always had been. And you had fought.

Neytiri had never imagined a day when one of her biggest nightmares nearly came to pass.

To lose one of her children.

She would rather throw herself off the highest point on Ayram alusìng than lose one of her precious babies before their time. She believed in Eywa with her whole heart and soul and knew their beings were only borrowed and one day had to be returned.

But Eywa would not take her children away from her until Neytiri herself agreed.

Until that time, she would do anything to protect them. But to have it happen during one of their most treasured rites in life had prevented her from doing many things.

Interfering for once. Because you had said so before as if knowing how horribly wrong it could go.

“Do not stop me, mama. I can do this on my own.”

Of course, you could. And you did.

Despite having to brush the doors to Eywa’s home yourself to succeed.

And as your parents carefully helped you back home to the village after five days of observation at Hell’s Gate after your surgery, you couldn’t help but snicker despite the stabs of pain.

Your mom had admonished you gently to not aggravate your wounds. Whereas your dad held back the roll of his eyes with amusement tickling the sides of his mouth.

“Why are you laughing, flower?”

Your grin was shit-eating as you looked up at him.

“My iknimaya was so much cooler than Toruk Makto’s.”

“You little skxawng.”

I feel like I lowkey pulled this one out of my ass, but oh well.

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┗🖋️ Mayhem, mayhem follows silence / Walks unto the middle a prince / Bringing luck out of fountains / In a vow of shielding the villains 📖

🎧: Taylor Swift - Guilty As Sin?

wc: 1.6k

genre & warnings: angst, sprinkle of fluff, smut, toxic & drunk psh, figure skater!psh, implied situationship, unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus, etc etc mdni

a/n: this is a part of The Tortured Poets Department series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you squint your eyes at the man in front of your door, basically disturbing your peace in the middle of the night.

"I missed you." he garbles, impaired speech due to the alcohol running in his system yet you clearly understood the three words that you have always wanted to hear from him, and you hate how much it affected you.

"Really? Sunghoon, after all the shit you gave me? That's all you have to say?" you scoffed, finding this situation ridiculous.

"But I do!" he yells, "I fucking missed you, Y/N! It's not the same without you!" his loud voice resonated throughout the area and you panicked, scared that the neighbors will sue you for his stupid noises when everybody is asleep.

"You sh- come here!" you dragged him inside your apartment, letting him stumble on the floor.

"Y/N, bab-"

"Stop calling me that!"

Anger pulses in you. How dare he storm in after all the crap he pulled on you?

He really had the audacity to show himself to you even when you made it transparent enough for him to read that you're done. You are so fucking done of dealing with him.

You love him, so so much, but he has done nothing but give you the worst delusions and fantasies that prove to be dangerous for your sanity. It kills you, shooting bullets in your brain and slicing your heart into pieces.

You've imagined yourself with a man who will treat you like a princess, not like you’re some kind of side chick.

You were diving too deep into your madness that you failed to keep an eye on Sunghoon's movements. Being a figure skater has its pros, one of them is that his sense of balance is still great even if his surroundings are swirling around, and that allows him to lurch into your direction with ease.

The bricks that you were using to build your walls seem to be fake, as it easily crumbled when his lips were placed on yours. A sudden, soft lipl ock that had your knees buckling.

It was a contrast to how he kissed you before. Full of lust and desire but now, why is it that his kiss feels like a warm blanket of love?

His hands tread on your hair, pushing it out of your face, his palms landing on your cheeks to gently caress it. His whispers of affirmation and assurance against your lips made your mind hazy.

Is it possible for alcohol intoxication to be passed down to another person by breathing into their mouths? Or is there any other explanation as to why you're suddenly hot, out of breath and your ability to think straight was crumpled.

"Y/N." Sunghoon cries your name out, and it's worrisome that he remembers the way into your own apartment even in his drunken stupor, guiding you into your bedroom.

"I really did miss you, lemme show you how much, hm?" he smiled and you gulped, don't you have any other way of halting these erroneous actions that will lead to remorse sooner or later?

Sunghoon kisses you again and your resolution tumbles down on the ground like how your body surrendered to his, ungracefully falling onto your bed.

You panted his name when he proceeded to kiss down your neck, lightly nibbling on the stretchy skin and trailing splotches of hickeys that you'll have trouble hiding for the next few days.

His hands went over to your clothed breast, feeling your nipples harden under his touch, his fingers tweaked on it. Thumb rolling over your nipple whilst he continues peppering your neck with kisses and bites.

When he has enough, he pulls your shirt up, revealing your bare chest to him. He moistened his lips, clearly enjoying the view.

"You're fucking gorgeous." he murmurs before delving into your tits, burying his face onto it and doing the honor of leaving his marks. He then popped a sensitive nub on his mouth, guzzling on it. His tongue circled around your areola, sucking on your nipple and tugging it using his teeth.

You moaned his name wantonly and that spurred him to do more, to move faster, to fuck you until you're begging and writhing for him.

He hastily removed your shorts along with your underwear, tossing it haphazardly and his mouth waters at your glistening pussy.

It has been a while since he tasted you, but he bets on all his assets that you still and will always taste divine.

Snaking his body down and dipping a finger in your wetness once he comes face to face with your womanhood.

You squirmed at the intrusion, more so when he added another digit in. He seems to be playing with it. Feeling his fingers lather juices around your labia, then inserting it inside your hole, aimlessly pushing in and out and curling them out of the blue.

He saw your legs twitch, and he smirked devilishly when he removed his fingers, denying you of orgasm.

Your eyes went wide open, lifting your head up and glaring at him, only to be greeted with a sensual visual of him licking his fingers clean. A low satisfied hum coming out of him.

"Baby, you look mad." he sighs, and you roll your eyes at his feigned innocence.

"Sunghoon," you whined, your hand flying to his shoulders when he positioned himself on top of you after ridding his clothes, freeing himself from his own restraints, "do something. Please, Sunghoon."

How he loves the way his name comes out of your lovely mouth, melodious and relaxing. It soothes all his worries away and for a minute, he thinks that he's invincible from the problems that the world throws at him.

You always had that effect on him, and maybe that's the reason why Sunghoon can't seem to stay away from you. Maybe that is why he wants you all to himself, even if it's an opposition to reality.

"What do you want me to do, princess?" he purrs, rubbing his nose against yours while his lips are barely touching yours, allowing his breath to fan your face.

You whine out of contempt, but he won't budge. He needs to physically hear you say it. Beg for it more.

"C'mon, baby. Tell me." he urges, his cock sliding up and down your slit, covering it with your slick and it had you squirming.

Whenever his length comes up, it also makes you jolt, your clit being simulated by his actions. Although, it doesn't really help. It only adds to the burning desire for the man. Giving you a taste of what you can have but not fully feeding you of the dish that you need to eat.

"I w-want you to f-" your cheeks heat up, coloring you a shade of pink, and he finds you impossibly adorable.

You've done this with him a million times (an exaggeration), but the way you get shy under him never fails to turn him on even more.

"I'm listening." he mutters, the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, his hands digging into the plush meat of your thighs.

You take a deep breath, swallowing the embarrassment, "I want you to fuck me. Please, Hoonie. Please do something I- Ah!"

You wailed when he entered you without any warning in one go, the intrusion surprising you as it had been a while since you had sex with someone. The last time was when, well, with Sunghoon.

"You know how to get to me, do you?" Sunghoon grits his teeth, the nickname that you accidentally slipped out made him go feral, snapping his hips into yours without letting you adjust first.

He's harsh, mean, and relentless— and you won't have it any other way.

You moan, hands making their way into his hair, treading through his jet black tresses and wiping the sweat from his forehead. A display of affection that did nothing but to make his heart race.

Vaguely, you felt his fingers draw lines on your upper thigh. Shapes? Letters? You couldn't catch up on what he was doing, especially when he kissed you hard while simultaneously hitting your deepest spot inside your leaking walls.

He mumbles against your bruised lips, "We have all night, baby. I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied."

It was rough, the way he manhandled you into different positions on your mattress. Merciless, when he cums into you before slamming back in, pushing his seed into your womb.

Your vision became pitch black during your session, and you can't help but wonder about the morning that is about to come.

---------------------------------------------------

A stray light passes through the curtains, seeping through your closed eyes and it stirred you awake.

Then you shoot up, remembering the events last night.

Sunghoon meeting with you, kissing your top lips rather messily, confessing the word that starts with 'M' and ends with an 'E'.

You peeked under your blanket. Completely clothed, you're clean, not sticky, yet the musky, alcoholic scent in your sheets tells you otherwise.

You shut your eyes tightly, salty tears threatening to fall as they form in the corner of your lids. Hands on your smooth hair, gripping it to the point where your scalp started to sting.

Are you imagining things? Have you finally gone insane?

You stand up from your bed, making your way into the mirror and there you see the love marks that he left.

That's a relief, you're not exactly crazy.

The labyrinth that you're solving is nowhere near close to finishing, and here you are, going back to zero.

Washing yourself in warm water, the remnants of last night flowing down the drain, it made you contemplate.

If he continues to torment you like this, how much would you last before the beauty of his terror finally makes you crack a dam?

Only one answer to that damned question.

Remain constant in choosing the false god that you worship until the heavens give you a sign that you’re guilty as sin whenever it comes to him.

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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im the anon who messed up the request, im pretty sure i requested the kings when mc is reborn as a devil, a while after gabriel killed them and they get reunited with the kings

(sorry if it doesnt make sense english isnt my first language & thank you!)

-🌙 anon

Hello 🌙! Everything is clear now, I actually hadn't received this request before. Good thing you asked again, because I'd love to write it 🙏

The previous parts: first and second

Satan's depression had seriously worsened since you were gone, though only some nobles saw it. His explosions became more random and much more powerful. One day, after a fight, he was walking through town when he saw something familiar. It didn't matter if you looked like your old self or not, he recognized you. He reached you, grabbed you in his arms and started whispering your name fanatically, showering you with kisses. Sitri followed him, certain he had gone mad and was hallucinating, only to be kicked. You were confused at first, but hazy memories began to come back to you as Satan took your breath away with a kiss. You tangled your fingers in your king's hair, promising that you wouldn't scare him like that again.

Mammon will recognize you when you come to see the palace-tomb erected in your honor. Somehow you felt like you should come there... and you realized why when you were pulled into a large chest. Even though he has enormous strength and huge arms, he hugged you so gently that it was as if he had a porcelain figurine in his arms. He picked you up and cupped your cheek. And then the buttock. His eyes are dreamy, he has finally found his greatest treasure. “Welcome back home, Master.”

Beelzebub didn't recognize you, or at least he didn't believe it was you when his drunk brain told him so. He had to get rid of his sadness somehow, and alcohol and casual sex... didn't help, but what else was he supposed to do? Especially since that pretty devil who joined him in the lounge looks so damn much like you? He's sure that when he gets sober, you'll disappear again. You will be showered you with kisses and caresses, he’ll steal you away all night long, assuring you that he loves you, that he will never leave you again, that he will do everything to make you come back. This is the first night in your life that you will wake up and still have him by your side. Sober. In love. And happier than ever in his life, because he realized that these were not his drunken delusions. It's you.

Leviathan rarely accepts audiences, much less from random devils, so when you came, he was going to dismiss you. Instead, his heart almost stopped when he saw you. He forgot about dignity and got down from the throne, came closer, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “It's… it's you. You're back.” Even though he had his illusions, deep down he didn't believe in them. But you chose return, you chose Hell, you chose him. You are so brave and beautiful that he feels jealous. His subjects can’t look at you, because it makes him jealous, too. He will hang his entire throne room, offering you his arm. You will be taken to his palace, and he will order to prepare a welcome fit for a queen. This day will go down in history as a national holiday in Hades.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #skye's little talk

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the-writer-arrived · 10 months

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Hands (NSFW)

Synopsis: you adore your lover as a whole, but his hands in particular make your mind wander to places...

Character: diluc ragnvindr.

Warnings: afab!reader; explicit smut; it starts fluff but it quickly goes down to filth :D ; unprotected sex; semi-public sex; cunnilingus; creampie; some titty love; basically hand kink go brrrrr.

A/N: i blame a certain friend of mine for sending me some tiktoks of a diluc cosplayers making sus movements with their hand.

<<This work has adult themes and is not suitable for minors. If you click on read more, I am not responsable for any discomfort you may feel reading this. You have been warned.>>

Diluc's hands, which were never a cause of concern for him until you came around. Rough, calloused and full of scars from using his claymore and his delusion back in the day. Who would find them attractive?

You, of course.

Diluc's hands, which he kept covered with his gloves for a long time, thinking it was for the best to keep you from such an unpleasant sight.

Joke's on him, you already thought his gloved hands were sexy and were praying to all seven archons for the day you could finally see them uncovered.

Diluc's hands, which you couldn't help staring at whenever you showed up at Angel's Share to offer some company while he dealt with his customers.

Your eyes almost hypnotized by his skills at making drinks, going as far as doing a few tricks with the bottle to impress you, your excited claps making him chuckle and flush a little.

Diluc's hands, which you cover with gentle kisses after you finally gathered the courage to ask for permission to take off his gloves. He allowed you, of course. He could never deny you.

You slide your fingers inside his glove, your nails lightly scratching his wrist and his palm, both as a way to tease him and to prolong your anticipation.

Diluc's hands, which you bring them to cup your cheeks, relishing in the warmth of his palms free from the leather that kept them hidden.

A moment that started so tender, slowly changing into something more sinful, as your trail of kisses approach his fingers.

Diluc's fingers, which you suck one by one. Your warm tongue swirling around each one, covering them with your saliva.

You are a sly little thing, doing such lewd things all while maintaining eye contact with your lover, whose breath hitches and mind wanders to a scenario which you were sucking on his cock instead.

Diluc's hands, which are gripping onto your thighs to keep your legs spread apart while he laps on your dripping entrance.

Your juices, paired with your melodic voice, make such an addicting combination that leaves his mind hazy in the most pleasurable way, something no alcohol could ever achieve.

Diluc's fingers, which are stuffed into your mouth to silence your moans, while he has to bite onto your shoulder to silence his own.

You had come to Angel's Share to "pay him a visit", but you actually had come in a mission, one that Diluc caught on quickly. How could he not to? Your fleeting touches, the way you spoke, your doe eyes blinking up to him not so innocently and that damn outfit of yours that you knew, you knew, it drives him crazy. How was he supposed to wait until closing time? Now you have to keep quiet. Diluc can't have all the customers hearing your delicious sounds as he fills your pussy with his cum in the storage room.

Diluc's hands, which are most often than not fondling your tits during sex. It doesn't matter the size of your chest, he will gently squeeze, massage and play with them.

He loves watching you ride him, head thrown back as you bounce on his thick shaft that never fails to fill you up so perfectly and reach all the right spots with ease. Your beautiful breasts moving up and down in front of his face, he can't not give them some attention, his hand fondling and pinching your nipple while his mouth sucks on the other.

Diluc's fingers, which trace your features as you sleep soundly next to him, completely spent from the many rounds you had.

His cheeks warm up when his eyes travel to your neck and chest, observing the many marks he had left, he hopes you're not too upset at him in the morning (although your pouty face is absolutely adorable to him).

His glance falls to your hand, which he picks it up, careful not to wake you up, and bring it to his lips, kissing the golden band adorning your ring finger, the same one he has on his own finger.

Diluc huffs a quiet laugh, a soft smile growing on his lips as he remembers what you had said when he asked why you liked his hands so much.

"When I saw your hands, I knew they would be the safest place to entrust my heart with."

thanks for reading <3 likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3

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red diluc banner (smut) made by @/the-writer-arrived aka yours truly ;)

#blue.writes: genshin impact #blue.writes: smut #blue.writes: diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc smut #not suitable for minors #minors dni #genshin impact smut

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bb-grm · 2 months

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morphy

#elsword #noah ebalon #noah (elsword)#morpheus #hazy delusion #tired morphy #lethargic morphy #morphy....#guys i think i like morpheus

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crimsonbubble · 2 months

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cw. suggestive/vague nsfw, gn!reader, kenshi has his eyes, voice kink, idk how to write ‘fight’ scenes, grinding *not proofread, just pure horny

[I dont think all understand how badly I YEARN for kenshi bro my delusions are strangling me] @smmy-winchster

Daily training sessions are not uncommon. Doesn’t matter the weather or time of day; day or night, rain or shine, freezing nights or sweltering heat.

Kenshi had offered and you accepted graciously. Calm warmups and stretches turned into heated hand-to-hand, constant movement, sharp jabs and swift kicks.

Sweat formed around your hairline, quickly dropping down your flushed skin. Twisting yourself out from Kenshi’s arm lock, you shoulder-check him from behind, knocking his balance.

Kicking his leg out from beneath him made him land flat on his stomach, temporarily winding him. You pushed a knee between his thighs, pinning his arm down your foot and pining his other hand behind his back. Kenshi groaned deeply, feeling a strain on his arm as he tried to alleviate the tension.

You tried to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach upon hearing the groans he was attempting to muffle. It was only when you pushed his hand further up, his wrist nearly being in line with his shoulder blades before Kenshi slapped the ground, a sign of yielding.

Kenshi flipped onto his back, grabbing your hips as you tried to stand up. He pulled you back down onto him, having you straddle his hips.

“Oh, round two so soon? Thought you’d need some time to reset, pretty boy.” You ran your hands over his forearms as he continued to prod at your hips. Kenshi looked at you unimpressed for a moment before his eyes trailed from your face to your heaving chest. “Could say the same about you, sweetheart.”

You teasingly ground your hips against his, feeling him twitch under you. His grip on your hips tightened. You took the moment and swung your legs over him as you stood up, peering at him lying on the ground as you walked over to get a drink of water.

Kenshi spun you around by your hips just as you took a rather large mouthful of water. He squished your cheeks together, his eyes dark and hazy. “What is with you today? What’s with all the teasing?”

You couldn’t come up with a verbal answer, so you opted to spray some water on his face. You stood in his arms giggling, with water still in your mouth as Kenshi stared at you with a deadpan expression.

He squeezed your cheeks harder, pulling you impossibly close before uttering a quiet command. “Swallow.” His voice was low and almost gravely, his jaw clenched tightly. You followed his demand wordlessly.

His command was simple yet the tight clench of his jaw, the tightening of his arm around you, and the way he looked at you sent shocks through your body.

Kenshi’s eyes softened immediately after, his grip loosening as he stepped away from you. He smiled softly, planting a swift kiss on your cheek. The other kombatants had stepped into the training field, hence why Kenshi pulled away so suddenly.

Your phone pinged shortly after Kenshi left.

“So, round two in my room?”

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schizodesires · 5 months

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Any other schizophrenic out there absolutely loathing ai. Like it's bad enough I have to convince myself I'm real. Ai art and voices and other shit is just making it harder and harder for me to do that

#hazy rambles #i had a dream where the background looked like one of those ai generated videos #and it terrified me so much i woke up with chest pain #schizophrenia #delusions

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anantaru · 1 year

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js had this thought, imagine capitano but in his delusion form fucking you man. the thought of it js makes me lose my mind like imagine how huge that shit would be bro

cw. monster[fu]cking, fem! reader + since we don't know how his delusion form would look like, I decided to describe it in my own way (and added horns because I'm a sucker for those).

as a man with an already remarkable size as capitano had ordinarily, his delusion form left no space for any imagination.

he was vast and enormous but there was more than that, a lot more.

drawn with two massive horns that were spiking out of his head, he seemed ethereal and every touch, every lick of his tongue or kiss with his lips was warm, burning and stiffening your muscles.

though his eyes held nothing more than an unilluminated darkness gently fading over his entire irises.

the lust that was consuming him would also mirror his touch on you, more than enough for his breathing alone to fill the room with a heated coil, his stomach glowing with the light amount of sweat embedded over them.

aside from this, you weren't sure how long you'd be able to keep your legs spread like this, after all, he was beckoning you to split them further, please, a little more, just enough so he could drag a couple more inches into you.

your noises might‘ve been his most dearest, how you assured him that yes, "it‘s too much." but no, "don‘t stop." and archons, how easy your words were falling into one another, your cries and whimpers, your tears showing him that it indeed felt amazing, so fucking good it had your state of mind turn into a current of hazy, filthy thoughts.

the next thing you noticed was how heavy it felt inside, how limb you already had gotten or the state your body was currently in, the constant shaking over your muscles to fight the overstimulation or how involuntarily you tightened around him, limbly clasping your weak legs around his broad body.

it wasn't an easy task to keep him in, to gain control over your bracing muscles on your heat, as well as tempering yourself to let the reasonable amount of pain fleet away.

the outrage in it, or how capitano seemed— like he was about to pass out from how hard his cock was, how the rushing blood in it further amplified his helpless state, how feral and absurd to have himself this vulnerable in front of your eyes, for you to see and indulge in.

you're reduced to nothing but trembling as he gently worked his cock head back and forth your hole, his red, swollen tip violently splattering his seed across your pussy.

even though it was merely his pre, it had you drenched and flodded with his warm cum— as you were thinking just how his real load would stuff you full if capitano would keep going like this.

you're trying to be open for him, though failing and he realized, of course he did.

it's how you were turning tighter, or maybe it was him getting bigger, even so, capitano pulled one of his large hands down to your throbbing cunt to place a finger on top of your clit, greedily pushing past the flesh to reach the sensitive jolts.

your hips moved up at the sensing, further when he increasingly rubbed you, ferociously patting and pinching your little clit while he simultaneously drove himself an inch more, so that he was now almost half way in, recognizing your warm walls swallowing him more and more.

#capitano x reader #capitano smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #tw monsterfucking #tw size difference

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jarofstyles · 6 months

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Reaper 14

This was meant to go out ages ago but life sorta happened,,, ANYWAY here you are-- chapter 15 is up on patreon ;)

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Warnings: talks of trauma but other than that we're all clear

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Waking from sleep, Harry exhaled deeply as he gathered the warm body in his arms closer to his form. The warmth melted into his bones, the sun blocked out mostly by the curtains as he tried to cling to the blurring edges of sleep. His body ached slightly in the best way, his limbs burning as he stretched and curled himself further into Bunny’s naked form.

The bed was on the floor because it had broken. Apparently, for as luxurious as this hotel appeared, there were shortcuts- including flimsy bed frames and headboards- because the cracked faux wood had turned out to not withstand the beating their rough sex had taken and the legs of the form crumbled shortly after that.

The both of them had been too far off in their sexed-out delusions, giggling between kisses as he held her body in his lap post-sex, lathing his hands over her sticky body before he had gathered the strength to bring her into the bathroom.

His hands had been a a stark contrast to his prior activities, her body study with sweat that the soft flannel warmed with water had wiped away. Gentle combs of her locks, his sweet whispers to her as he kissed her subby space until it was a puddle on the floor he mopped up with a towel.

His sweet girl had been so needy and clingy and Harry had taken advantage of each and every moment. He loved it and he knew he was falling for her, so it took on a brand new sort of meaning.

Bunny woke up feeling butterflies. In her stomach, in her chest… the closer he pulled her towards him the more intense they felt. It was her favorite way to wake up, coming to with her body wrapped up in what she could only describe as safety personified.

Each exhale from his nose tickled her neck, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. It was taking everything in her not to jolt at the feeling, her body growing noticeably tense. It didn’t take long for Harry to notice, pulling her even closer when he realized she was awake.

He pressed the softest of kisses along her shoulders, running his nose over the areas he’d just touched with his plump lips. Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to enjoy the wonders of her body. With heightened senses, he could savor her scent even more.

She moaned a bit, feeling the stiffness in her muscles with the slight stretch she was attempting. Though his grip was tight, she managed to turn around to face him and wrapped her limbs around him from the front.

“Mmm hi.” She hummed, not yet opening her eyes. Instantly she curled into his welcoming chest, “So warm.” The words trailed off as if she was about to drift back to sleep.

Harry couldn’t help but simply admire her. The sweetest girl he had ever met, the one who had captured him fully. She was sleepy and pliant in his grip, the sheets pulled around their bodies as the poor comforter lay in a heap on the floor. It was simply too dirty to use.

The still morning air was cool around them, making her press into him further as she could feel his lips smile against the heated skin. Hazy mornings and sore bodies were a combination she would happily commit to for life. The feeling of being in his arms was small in a good way. Protected and nurtured as she was held, his scarred knuckles brushing over her waist as they let themselves wake up.

Their lips were swollen and his own slightly chapped but he didn’t give a shit as he slid his hand up her torso to grab her chin, tipping it up to catch her lips. “Hi, sweet girl.” Sticky pecks were pressed to her puckered lips before he fell back, pulling her to lay on the pillow again. “Sleepy?”

All she could bring herself to do was nod. Her hand reached up to rub the sleep away from her eyes, a yawn following suit. Only then did she feel the state of her throat, how dry it was, and how she definitely would need to take it easy today.

“Don’t wanna do anything today.” She croaked, giggling as he toyed with her pouty bottom lip. “M’tired.” She managed to mumble out before biting at his finger.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled to himself, finding it adorable that she was both stating the obvious and still as playful as could be even in this state. “Well, good news is I didn’t have anything in the plans for today… bad news is, I think we need a new bed.”

Maybe she didn’t realize at first that the two of them were laying on an angle but now that he mentioned it, there was a strange force pulling her off the bed. The strange force being gravity.

His croaky morning voice was enough to have distracted her from the shifted bed, but her giggles erupted as she looked down to see the legs of the bed had indeed broken.

“What did you do to me, you absolute caveman?” She expressed through her laugh, squeaking when the sheet was pulled higher and he pulled her closer to pin her body against his own. Harry’s smile was beautiful, still coated in the dewy sleepy vision of him that she had always loved experiencing. “You’ve got that look. What are you doing?”

“Well, y’called me a caveman. Figured I may as well act like it and keep you physically restrained so y’can’t get away.” He had them tucked under the covers, their heads the only thing above the white linen. Thankfully their body heat was preserved under the thin layer. Her smooth legs brushed with his bristly ones, the slight tickle making her squirm just a bit.

“Yeah, well. Your legs show it well enough.” Her snarky comment was responded to by a bite on her earlobe, making her yelp. The teeth had simply nipped but still, she was caught off guard for a moment.

“What? You already knew.” He shrugged, though the smile on his face was evidence enough to know he thoroughly enjoyed being a little shit. “Here I was, looking to be soft with m’girl in the mornings and she’s got to set me off. Look at you.” He clicked his tongue whilst shaking his head in faux disapproval. It was sudden that he dove under the blankets and shifted them to lay down flat, his face hiding between her tits.

“What are you doing?” She whined, though she really didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she moved her hand to comb through his unruly morning hair. She pushed the front pieces out of the way, tucking them behind his ears to give him more freedom to do as he pleased.

“S’so much nicer in here, ya know?” He didn’t hesitate to nip at the skin of her breast, licking over it to soothe the mark after she let out another yelp. “Sorry, baby. I promise that was the last one.”

“Mmm, somehow I don’t believe yo-OW!” She gasped, tugging harshly at the back of his head. “Know you like to bite, babe, but you gotta warn me a little at least.” She could feel her breathing start to pick up again, her heart racing from the rush of pain. She didn’t think she could go another round, not until the evening.

A few moments passed and she realized Harry wasn’t speaking nor did he come out from under the sheet. For a moment she thought he had fallen asleep again, her fingers still playing with his hair. It wasn’t until she decided to peek under the covers that she discovered the reason behind his silence.

Splotches of darkened skin.

They were plentiful. Teeth marks on the side of her breast, nipples swollen and puffy. The delicate skin of her wrists had a mottled coloration, a clear depiction of the edges of his belt marking them.

He bruised her. He had marked her- and while he would love to see her be flushed and hickied up- this was extreme.

“Baby…” his voice was hoarse as his fingertips ran over a particularly nasty bruise on her hips, ones that his fingers fit right into as he curved them over her curve. “Fuck. I went too hard.”

This was the sort of shit he had been afraid of.

There was a difference between marks and this. Evidence of their sex was littered and covering her beautiful body, a work of art smudged with his graphite marks on the otherwise perfectly blended masterpiece. His sweet little Bunny. “M’such a fuck up. Are you alright?” He sat up, the sheet falling off from between them as he looked over her thighs. Identical thumbprints from holding her open during round two when he had cleaned the mess from her cunt

“Hold still. Fucking brat.” He smacked her cunt, making her squeal. “Let me lick my mess up so you can taste it on my tongue. Should have fucking plugged you up with my cock and made you sleep full, but I’m too greedy to give you more.”

She writhed under him, panting as her fingers tugged at his sore scalp before pushing his mouth back to her clit. The suction had been overstimulating yet soothing, the rhythmic tug of his lips pulling the swollen bud back into his mouth over and over again.

She was sitting on his face and he still held all the damn power.

As good as it had been, he hadn’t anticipated the mess he would make upon his woman’s body.

“Don’t call yourself a fuck up.” Bunny was quick to shut him down, she didn’t think so. Last night had been exactly what she’d been waiting for, he went above and beyond her expectations. It was shocking to find out he had thought the opposite.

“I feel great actually. Do they really look that bad?” She sat up so she could take a peak down at her own body but she couldn’t really tell. Slowly and carefully she crawled out of bed, stepping over the pieces of broken bed frame over to the open plan bathroom.

“Oh wow.” She spoke in awe, letting out a breathy laugh as she turned to keep examining her body. She thought she looked hot, the evidence of their passionate evening making her feel hot all over again. “Know we didn’t have dinner last night, but fuck babe.” She joked, checking out the marks on her ass.

The bite marks were her favorite. No one had ever left marks like that on her before, not this many either. It made a brand new feeling bubble up inside of her. She felt desired in a way she hadn’t before, her body seeming more appealing even to herself. Hearing the padding of feet over the tiles, she dared to pull her eyes off of herself to meet his in the mirror.

His expression made her heart hurt, seeing how focused he wasn’t pleased. There was no lust like there normally would be when accessing her naked body, it was almost like he felt ashamed. Reaching out for her with the gentlest of touches.

“H…. I’m okay. More than.” She sobered up from her giggles, wrapping his arms around her so his palms held each side of her ass while hers wrapped around his neck as she pressed her lips to his.

“I’m okay. I promise you, Harry. All of these marks….” The tip of her nose pressed against hers. “They were made from passion. Because… you wanted me, needed me so much, you couldn’t help yourself. It made me feel better than I can ever remember feeling.”

Her fingers twirled the hair at the nape of his neck as she gave him her soft eyes, lips swollen and slightly pouted, she was the most beautiful vision. Even with mascara smudged under her eyes and the stain of her lip product a mere halo, she was a work of art he wanted to hang in his personal gallery.

“I did… I just don’t like seeing bruising on you.” He sighed. “I did when it was just a little bit but… it’s obvious that I overdid it.” His strength was evident. While she was seemingly happy, he was still going to think about his finger visible on her hips.

“Please. Don’t say that- Harry, I’ll die. It was too good to never do that to me again.” She whined slightly, hoping to lighten the mood. “Obviously not all the time. I love when you’re normal but, I really liked it. I like you.” Her last words fell from her mouth without permission but it seemed to make Harry soften up from his tense stance just a bit, and she was more than happy about that.

Like seemed like a tame word for this, but this wasn’t the moment to admit her real feelings.

Harry didn’t verbally respond, instead picking her up and placing her on the cold marble sink top. There was a crinkle and the sound of something being pulled out when she saw Harry’s hand raise up with a makeup wipe. What was he up to?

“May I?” He gestured to her face and the streaks of makeup still left over.

With a simple nod, Bunny complied. She let the comfortable silence take over, allowing him the opportunity to attend to her the way he liked. He had always been so gentle with her when it came to their tender moments, touching her as if she would shatter like a porcelain doll under his fingertips.

He was so deep in thought, that much was obvious. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel the pensive expression he was sporting. He really hadn’t expected this many marks on her, he didn’t want to write it off as her bruising easily. This was a result of his actions, a reminder that he was capable of far far worse.

Though she seemed phased by it, he also knew how capable she was of hiding from him. How good she was at putting on a brave face.

“M’sorry…” His apology trailed off in a whisper, wiping the remaining traces from around her lips and chin.

It was clear he wasn’t dropping the topic, even as he flung the makeup wipe in the bin. He kept his head down. It’s as if there was a storm cloud hanging over him, his gaze refusing to meet his reflection in the mirrors surrounding them.

“Harry.” His full name was an indicator that she was fully serious as she tipped his chin up, rushing her thumb over his bottom lip with a sad look on her face. “I’m not upset. I could never be upset with you for feeling so much for me. I asked for this, I begged. I knew the risks but… you want to know something?”

His lips puckered against her thumb, hand reaching for her wrist as he looked at her face. The sincere it’s on it as he tried to stop his wallowing to listen to her. “What?” He spoke against her finger.

“I know you’d never actually hurt me. And before you interrupt me-“ she tapped the pad of her finger on his slightly opened mouth. “I know that I’ve got bruises and marks. Marks you made on me because you wanted me, you owned me, you gave me a taste of just how wild your feelings for me run free in your head and how much you’re dedicated to protecting me from someone else out there… I have no fears when it’s come to you. Not one. You’d never actually harm me.” There was a pause as she dropped her hand to the side of his neck.

“If I told you no, to stop, if I used my stoplight system, you’d stop. Right?” She murmured. “Last night, you stopped and checked on me. You weren’t the monster you’re creating in your head.” Bunny pulled him in closer, pressing their lips together again when she tugged him down to meet her halfway.

“I’m under no false pretenses of what you’re capable of. I know you’re Reaper to everyone else, I’ve seen how you can be. But I’m not afraid of you. I’ll never be afraid of you. You want to make me happy and safe, and I can feel it every single time you touch me. It doesn’t matter if you’re smacking my ass or biting me. You’re doing it because you… you feel a lot for me.”

The words stayed on the tip of her tongue, eyes searching his face. She was confident in that moment as they stood there baring themselves so intimately that he felt the same. Maybe he wasn’t ready to say it, but the doubts that previously consumed her were gone.

He held still, only nodding his head in agreement as he attempted to accept what she was saying. He’d never felt this before, never had he had someone be so patient and understanding of him in every aspect. It was hard. His mind was moving so quickly though he couldn’t formulate a concrete thought.

“S’not something I’m used to.” He voiced, feeling that was a good place to start. Harry sighed against her lips as she pressed another chaste kiss to his pout, feeling his muscles begin to relax. “Seeing marks on you like this, where they shouldn’t be— you like them but— I only see marks like these on people I don’t care about.” That was the best way to put it. “Knowing I did this to you… you might not get it, but at least understand it doesn’t sit well with me is all.”

“Okay,” She breathed, knowing it would be hard for him to wrap his head around her enjoying the abuse— for lack of a better term. “But to be honest…” Her eyes turned up with a mischievous gaze. “I love feeling you when I walk.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at her, giving her a look as she giggled like she had just told the world’s funniest joke. It was moments like this that painted the picture so abundantly clear to him. She was the one for him. How her simple laugh made his heart feel ten times lighter.

“You’re cheeky.” He sighed, squeezing her cheeks together before she hopped down, grabbing her hand and walking towards the walk in shower. “We’re showering together, hm?”

“Yes. We need to wake up. Our clean up last night was half assed because you made me so tired, so now you’re going to be cute and let me wash your hair so it doesn’t get greasy.”

Harry blinked at her, face scrunching up in offense. “Greasy? What are you going on about? I don’t let it get like that.” He huffed.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way. Inside.”

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“Hiya, good morning, yeah… Just wanted to order some breakfast up to the room—“ Harry moved the phone between his shoulder and his cheek, using his hands to fix the towel around his waist.

Bunny couldn’t help but admire him from her spot in the bathroom, eyes raking over his toned body over and over again. She couldn’t help herself really. It wasn’t often she could just stand there and take in his appearance in good lighting, relaxed and practically naked all for her viewing pleasure. It was taking everything in her not to walk over there and start feeling him up, his back looking too delicious to resist.

“Yeah, we’re alright…” He glanced back at her, feeling her eyes on him while he listened to the man at the front desk go on and on. With furrowed brows he nodded along, speaking a few sparing words to make the man aware of his acknowledgment.

“Yeah, S’not a problem, sir... Completely understandable. Thank you.” He concluded, setting the phone down with a sly smirk on his face. It was then that he let out a cackle he couldn’t keep to himself.

“What?” She approached him confused, not having heard him order their full English breakfasts. His laugh was truly so infectious she couldn’t help but join him. “Whaaaatttt?!”

Harry had to bite his lip to keep from smiling too hard, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and bringing her body against his own. He was still shirtless and Y/N was toweled off in her robe, making his damp body warm up as he shook his head at the turn of events.

“Oh, my sweet little thing. I was right to gag you. Should have kept that as a tradition.” He snickered, tapping the tip of her nose with his knuckle. “We had… one too many noise complaints. We’ve got t’leave.”

It hadn’t seemed like too much at the time, but he could understand considering the bed frame was completely broken along with the headboard. There was a hole in the wall from where it banged into it. Bunny had a pair of lungs on her for sure, and he was absolutely buzzing at this despite having to leave.

“Turns out everyone in the hotel knows my name and who y’belong to now.” His smug smirk was sure to piss her off, but he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of it. He’d made her feel so good that she couldn’t control her volume, that she had chanted his name over and over again- she screamed, for fucks sake. It kind of turned him on in a weird way, but it wasn’t the time. “We’ve got an hour to leave but s’fine. I can see the panic on your face. I’ve got a place.”

“What do you mean you have a place?” She asked with heated cheeks, she was a bit mortified. Everyone heard her, but then again none of them knew her. Maybe it was a blessing that they had to leave? Harry let out a laugh of endearment, moving his arm down to grab a handful of her ass.

“Would you stop asking questions and get to packing, missy?” He teased, giving her ass one last little two before moving to collect their things. He was thankful this happened earlier in the trip, sparing them the hassle of packing too much, and happy that he had thought far enough ahead.

He wasn’t sure why he didn’t think of it in the first place, but then again only he knew of this place’s existence. It was the safest place for them.

While she busied herself with getting all their toiletries together, Harry found himself giving TJ another call.

“Y’miss me this much already, bruv?” TJ chuckled into the phone, “What ya saying?”

“Miss you every day of my life mate,” He teased with a breathy laugh, “Listen, do you think you could get lend me a car within the hour? Keep it low profile, yeah?”

“Say less. I’ll have one of my guys drop it off in 30.” TJ confirmed, already having sent a text. “Is that all Mr. Davidson?”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off then or you won’t get a tip.”

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Keys to a black Range Rover were waiting for them at check out. It seemed all the staff members were notified of their delightful evening, the coy stares from the female staff members bringing the smug smile back to Harry’s face.

“After you, baby.” He cooed, nodding his head towards the exit while he followed the bellboy with their bags.

Bunny felt shy as she tried her best to walk normally, though her stiffness gave it all away to anyone who was paying close enough attention. The car was rather tall, she hadn’t expected to need assistance climbing in but of course, he beat her to it.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“How can you be so normal when they all know?” She huffed, adjusting in the seat as he placed her handbag in the backseat behind them. He had been smug and smooth and Y/N had no idea how he had managed to not blush.

“Cause I don’t care about them. It’s funny t’me.” He hummed. “And it’s a nice stroke to the ego. But they all know you’re mine so they’ve not got a chance of a shot.” He squeezed her thigh before backing up. “Besides, you know m’fond of exhibitionism.”

Y/N gaped at him with a squeak as he closed the car door, walking around with a spring in his step to the drivers side.

At least him murdering her pussy had increased his mood…

His hand found her thigh as he pulled out of the hotel, the directions to his place easily recited in his brain. Harry had a good time at the hotel but he had to admit he was a little bit giddy over the idea of her inside of his place. A place no one else really ever got to see besides himself, delivery men and his realtor.

“So… what’s the drive time?” Bunny peeped, placing her hand over his own. There were so many little scars, so many unknown origins. One day she would ask, when she didn’t mind ruining a mood.

“About 20 minutes.” He said smoothly, glancing over to make sure her seatbelt was fastened before shifting into gear and speeding off at the right moment. City driving was always like that, fast and quick. London had many narrow streets and awkward turns, all rich with history. “Taking you the scenic route.”

“Piccadilly Circus,” The time square of London, was bustling at all times of day it seemed. Adorned with digital billboards and a famous statue of Eros the god of love, he felt it was fitting. “It’s not that special, but I figured you should see it.” It was a small thoughtful gesture, but she didn’t miss it.

“Up through here is all the shopping, touristy though….” He acted as her own personal guide of the city, allowing his hand to catch hers whenever they hit a red light. “Regents Park here on the left, there is a zoo there… and Primrose Hill is just up this way but I’ll take you there.” It was a view he didn’t want her to miss. A nice picnic in the park would be… something Harry would never think of doing on his own.

They had been driving for a bit in silence, a few turns here and there and they were slowing down. The area reeked of wealth. Not the type of unattainable wealth like in the city center, but the silent wealth that a passerby wouldn’t even notice. Little cafes that definitely sold overpriced baked goods and specialty coffees. Gated homes with beautiful architecture, similar yet different. One of which they were pulling into.

“One sec,” Harry drove the car up to the gate and hopped out to enter a code on the keypad. Moments later the large metal fence parted before them, surprisingly, not making a sound.

“Who’s place is this?” Bunny asked, genuine curiosity and awe present in her tone.

“Mine.”

Her eyes blinked at him a few times as he said it so casually, pulling round in the gravel drive way and stopping right by the front door. His? What did he mean his? How could he afford this?!

“There’s a lot of things you can do with money to grow it.” Like he silently read her mind, he began to speak. “I needed a home to get away to one day. As I started with the club, I knew that I loved it there. I don’t plan on leaving. But this…” he featured to the large home. “It’s a safe place. No one knows of it, no one can see in. I have a housekeeper who cleans it once a week to keep it from getting dusty. I came a few times during Christmas.”

She remembered those ones. He hadn’t been with their family those years and she had missed him. Even his silence had been a comfort to her, far before their relationship developed. “So that’s where you went.” She murmured. “Sterling was annoyed that you’d never tell but my dad said that everyone was allowed their secrets.” It had always been funny to see her brother get humbled.

“Come.” He leaned over the console to press a kiss to her cheek. She looked so cute slowly connecting the dots he hadn’t even realize were missing. She wondered where he went. The only girl who could ever thaw his frozen heart.

Jogging back around to open the door for her, he gave her his hand to use to balance herself. The walk up to the house made her stomach turn with anticipation. “Did you buy it like this or?” Of course her questions started with design. She wanted to know if this was all according to his preferences, what he liked and didn’t like. It would tell her a lot more about him that words could never explain.

“Sorta? It’s an old house so legally I’m required to keep structural integrity.” Harry began, taking her hand as they walked up the steps. “The one law I respect.” He joked, though he really did mean it. It was important to him that he kept it as close to the original as possible. “Inside? I picked it all myself. It was a fucking mess in there, like I said, it’s old. Didn’t mind it too much, not like I was living here.”

Hidden under a statue by the door was a key that he left out for the housekeeper and himself. He didn’t bother keeping a key with him since no one knew of it’s whereabouts. Though he did keep two copies, one in a safe upstairs and one in a safe in the bank.

“Have a look around, I’ll go get the bags.” Stepping inside he took a second to type in another code, allowing Bunny to wander inside as she pleased.

She had to admit that she was shocked. Of course there had never been any denying that the club brought in money, but no one ever showed their wealth in this sort of way. It was huge.

Why did he choose to live in a smaller condo back home? Was it too lonely? Too big? She could see this being very lonely for a single person- plus, if it’s old there we’re sure to be creeks and groaning of the house settling. It would make her uneasy to be all alone all the time- especially at night.

There was a slight shyness she elf as she walked around, looking at the home. He had decorated the space? It was pretty impressive for a single man in his twenties to have chosen.

Of course, there were framed band posters- when she looked closer finding some signed, surprisingly- and it was a bit of a darker aesthetic. Some giveaways that it was done by Harry. It was just interesting to see this and realize they hadn’t even scratched the surface of getting to know each other.

It was a mixed emotion. Sad because she wished she could have begun to get to know him a while ago, but also excitement. Maybe he would truly open up. He had been trying and she could see the active effort, the real pushing to indulge more information. What broke her heart was thinking about why he had to feel so closed off. Why he stayed so silent. She wanted to know his inner monologue, hear it like a podcast as she did her daily things.

She had to admit that she was shocked. Of course there had never been any denying that the club brought in money, but no one ever showed their wealth in this sort of way. It was huge.

She laughed to herself as she wondered into the kitchen, as if she couldn’t help but be pulled towards it. The appliances were all state of the art, as far as she knew. Barely touched but there nonetheless. She couldn’t help but wonder who he had intended this kitchen for if he himself was no cook.

Did he imagine himself having a family?

It was a wild thought even for her to be having, but it wandered into her mind as quickly as she had found the kitchen she was standing in. The fridge was mostly empty, alcohol and a few condiments. Though, the freezer definitely had a few things to work with. Pizzas and frozen vegetables. It sounded about right to her.

In the distance, she could hear the sound of the doors being locked, followed by a call for her.

“I’m in the kitchen!” She called, hearing his laugh from down the hall as he approached.

“Should’ve known. You hungry, baby? We haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday, gotta eat something.” Harry was quick to pull out his phone and text his housekeeper asking for her to run some errands. She was aware that he’d be in town and therefore, was at his beck and call.

“Can throw in a pizza for now, but here, make a grocery list for Lucy. Need some proper food for the week. Get whatever you want.” It seemed he slipped into a whole new state of mind here. Like they’d stepped into an alternate universe where he was one of London’s elite and this was his everyday life.

There had been a shift in the way he was with her since they’d arrived- but even more so since they’d had sex. There was something different, something softer. She’d never, ever complain about that.

Being on the receiving end of the exact opposite of what the man was known for made her feel incredibly special, she couldn’t lie. His affection for her had always been shocking considering how much he had worried about getting into this relationship.

If the whole other scenario wasn’t going on, she had to wonder if he would ever allow her close to him like that- or if maybe they were soul mates. If she could wear him down a bit and make him break like she had the first time she had his cock in her mouth.

It felt so much more significant than sex, though. Harry returned these feelings, strong ones that even tended to catch the man himself off guard.

He obviously felt a little guilty there wasn’t a lot here to eat, the oven turned on and his hand searching for a pen and notepad. Thankfully his junk drawer wasn’t anywhere close to her level of chaos and it was found easily, slid across the countertop to her.

“Put whatever y’want on the list and she’ll get it. Can you put on some vinegar crisps for me on there?” He asked, turning to grab the pan for the pizza to sit on.

“Crisps, right.” Bunny nodded, using her foot to pull herself up onto the barstool. It was surprisingly comfortable. She was shocking herself with her own assumptions about the type of man Harry was, it seemed the more she found out the deeper she fell. He had considered every possible detail of this home and made it convenient for himself and others. Of course, he would. This place was sacred to him. And she was here with him.

“Potatoes, broccoli, carrots, parsnips, whole chicken… do you have spices?” She needed to know just how empty this kitchen was. He turned to her with a raised brow, as if wordlessly asking if she was serious. “Okay none, got it.” She continued to make a list of ingredients for a roast dinner. They were in England after all. The basics such as eggs, milk, and bread were covered as well. “Choc…o-late… ice cre-am…” She spoke out the syllables as she wrote them down. It made him smile to himself as he watched her.

A girl in his kitchen. Bunny. his Bunny.

God, it seemed like a dream to him, impossible even. How on earth did this happen? He thought he would be well into his 40s before anyone saw this house. Maybe even 50s if he was lucky. A relationship was the last thing on his mind before that one fateful day and now that he had her? Well. He didn’t want to let her go. Not when she looked like she was a part of the furniture. She was perfect.

It was weird to think of what his days consisted of even just a few months ago. Getting his dick wet at club parties and killing without much thought. Purposely keeping distance between himself and the very same girl who had her socked feet kicking on the stool as they hung in the air.

She had brought out a side of him he thought could possibly never exist. He never had a true idea for his future. Sure, he liked kids well enough, but he was terrified of fucking up.

It was only recently he began to think about it as a possibility. As in, last night when he had nearly bust at the idea of her getting pregnant. The idea of her walking around this very kitchen with a round belly and hair tossed up on her head and bare feet slapping on the ground as he made breakfast.

It was freaking him out a little bit. How much that idea warmed him from the inside out, that the mere thought of knocking a girl up did anything but repulse him. He’s only ever gone bare in her, only ever wanted to. This whole family thing would need to happen in the future, if she chose to stay with him, after he sent the stalker down to hell.

He stared outside the kitchen window as he tried to relax himself a bit. Bunny was speaking out loud as she wrote the shopping list and he was soothed by her voice. The girl had been under his nose the whole time, the one he was meant to be with.

“Chocolate girl, hm?” He asked, coming back after setting the temperature up. “Would have thought you’d go for something light and sweet. A bit rich for you.” For a chef, she usually strayed more vanilla.

“I like to switch it up, but something about chocolate ice cream over seas sounds a hundred times better. Let me prove my suspicions.” She also chose chocolate because she had a sneaky suspicion that was his favorite. He wasn’t very much a sweets guy, but he did always eat the brownies she made for him and Sterling. Caught him wrapping some up to take home once too, but she didn’t say anything.

“I’m loyal to strawberry usually, but I figured we can just eat it with fresh ones.” Aphrodisiacs. Not that they needed any help in that department, but there was nothing quite like that warm bubbling feeling that came after a satisfying meal. It was something she found sexy and knew it was something he had yet to experience.

She read over the list once more, confirming this was all they’d need for a weeks worth before sliding it back over to him. “How does this look?”

For him it was more important to see what she wanted and liked. Taking mental notes for the future. He didn’t have much practice being a boyfriend, if any at all. He wanted to be good for her, attentive and helpful. Anything he could do to make her life easier.

Seeing the list made him realize just how well she knew him. He wasn’t sure what she’d be making with everything on this list, but the ingredients were telling of the fact she knew his preferences as if they were her own.

“Looks perfect.” He didn’t recognize the fondness in his tone. It was new, as was the adoring look in his eyes.

Bunny smiled proudly, happy to have gotten it right before standing up and bringing it to the fridge. She paused for a minute before looking over to him with raised brows, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No refrigerator magnets?” Her eyes were wide. “You’ve got to be kidding me, H. Are you uncivilized? We need some. No place is a proper home without a good collection.”

It was so weird for him to feel warm and fuzzy at a scolding. We. Home.

God, he was a sucker, wasn’t he? He was a wreck. Just a simple slip of her tongue had him feeling some sort of way.

“Apologies, baby.” He laughed. “M’not here often. But if it makes you happy, I’ll get some. As many as you want.” He approached with a soft look on his face, pulling her back into his arms.

It was weird for him to get these weird urges. Be so happy and soft and fond over her that he wanted to have sex. But not the normal way, a gentle way with her. If she wasn’t sore, he would try.

“What else makes somewhere a proper home, then?”

The butterflies had returned full force, making her whole body feel tingly. If his arms weren’t there to anchor her she swore she would just float away. It was so easy. Melting right into him, she let the warmth of his chest take over her.

“Mmm well for starters, it needs to be cozy.” She could feel the fuzziness in her stomach growing with every second they stood there, Mimicking the quiet hum of oven she continued, “As cozy as I know you to be.” She nuzzled against him to hide how shy she was feeling. It was different now. It felt like something she kept repeating to herself. But it was different.

“Like blankets and warm socks and candles and a fireplace…” She began to list off things that reminded her of him. “Think like… you don’t live here all the time and it’s obvious. S’like a museum… but you don’t feel like that. You’re like… a cabin.”

It didn’t matter to her that she was speaking nonsense, it made sense in her own mind. Harry was a warm toasty cabin. Dark and smokey, musky and woodsy.

“I don’t even know if that answered your question, sorry.” She giggled into him, face still hiding in the space between his side and his arm.

Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, happy she wasn’t on his chest because it would be incredibly obvious how much his heart rate just went up.

God. It was like every single thing she said was curated with a laced arrow to shoot him in the heart and allow more and more of it to melt down into a pliable toy for her hands.

“You think you can make it feel more like a home?”

He felt like a cabin. That’s something she said, and he wanted to know more of what that meant to her. She could be prone to rambling but he loved every syllable that came from her mouth. “Think we can spend a few days fixing it up then? Make it up to your standards?”

He hoped one day he could bring her back here and stay longer. When she was done with culinary school and before she got a steady job, he wanted to take her back out here and spend more time alone. Just the two of them. It would be good to have some items she liked here.

“There’s a fireplace here.” He mumbled. “I don’t have a ton of decorations or blankets but, I have money we can spend.”

It was Bunny’s turn to have a hammering heart, though she was sure he could feel it’s thrumming through her back. Up to her standards? He wanted her to decorate, to make it feel more like a home for them. He was trusting her with his sanctuary, wanted a piece of her here even when they inevitably left. The thought alone left bunny speechless.

“You want me to?” She asked after a few beats of silence. She was trying to build up the courage to look at him again, it felt so silly to say that about a man who just this past evening had her in far more vulnerable positions than now.

Peeling her face away from his body, she dared to look up at him. With shiny eyes, she waited for him to confirm what he wanted. It might not be a big deal to him, but it meant a lot to her that he trusted her like that.

This was the same man that was planning to sleep on the couch away from her when she first entered his home in Vegas. The same one who was so hesitant to let her inside his mind, let alone his heart.

“I mean… yeah. Of course.” He licked over his bottom lip, the nervous habit showing itself as she looked up at him. “I think it would be nice to come back one day. And you’d know it’s cool. I dunno- when all this stuff is over back home and you need a break. As long as you keep the address a secret- our secret.”

His smile brought the butterflies back to life in her stomach, but she was beginning to think that they’d be on a constant loop if he continued this behavior. God, she was so far gone for him.

“Maybe we can go tomorrow and buy some things. There’s some fancier shops around here, but I don’t mind a drive if you find somewhere you’d like to go.”

His fingers were playing with her hair and the slight tug as it was wrapped around his knuckle was enough to make her shivery. Not to mention his unwavering gaze and his smile, dimpled smile that made her want to press her fingers right into the indents, she was floating.

“S’that something you’d want to do? Or am I being a little presumptuous?”

“No, not at all.” She shook her head a little, “That would be really nice.” It seemed that her natural response to this was to worry that he might regret this choice later. Of course, it was almost silly to have thoughts like those at this point. It was clear the two of them were in this for the long haul though neither of them felt brave enough to say it.

Instead, these little actions and suggestions just kept piling up like evidence in the file of their love. “But you have to promise me that you can’t just let me pick whatever, it’s your house too.” It was getting harder to hide her feelings, the slips were coming out before she even had a chance to think.

“Alright, love. You give me the options and I’ll make some choices. Sound good?” The sound of the timer broke the two of them out of their trance, it seemed like that was another thing that they should get used.

————

Sitting on his couch, Bunny scrolled down her phone as Harry had gone upstairs to remake the bed. He’d said he needed to change and wanted to fix the temperature up there, so he let her sit where she liked as he hauled their bags upstairs and she read through some news.

It was so weird to see her friends posting and all the things going on as normal back at home. She was so comfortable here with him, the fireplace going with the flames starting to get smaller.

She’d begun plotting what color accents to bring in with their blankets and pillows when she heard the triple beep of the security system. Her body stiffened, standing up and freezing as she watched from the room into the kitchen, the garage door open up.

The split second she thought it was her stalker, she was relieved to see and hear the rumpling of grocery bags and a soft cuss under a woman’s breath as she scuffled over to the island to set the bags down.

“Hello,” Bunny felt it was best to be the one to greet her as she doubted she expected someone other than Harry to be here.

“GOOD GOD Har—“ The woman jumped, freezing in her spot as she realizing the voice sounded nothing like Harry’s. “Oh sorry dear, wasn’t expecting…” It was clear the cogs were turning in her head as she resumed freeing herself of the bags of groceries.

“Here let me,” Bunny quickly rushed over to help, looking towards the lit up hallway she had yet to go down to see more bags waiting by the door. Shuffling back with the rest of them, she placed them down before standing up straight again and acknowledging the woman before her.

“Hi, I’m Y/N it’s nice to meet you. You must be Lucy.” She offered her hand to shake, though she wasn’t exactly sure what was appropriate. Normally she was a hugger but Americans were known to be friendlier than the Brits.

“I am indeed, S’lovely to meet you, darling.” Lucy, still very much surprised, looked the younger girl up and down as she took her hand to shake with a smile. Her thick northern accent was nothing short of adorable, “Thank you for giving me a hand— I was wondering why he’d asked for so many spices. Was worried he picked up cooking in America and felt ambitious enough to make a bloody roast dinner. But it seems he’s in good company.” The last comment accented with a cheeky smile.

There was heat in her cheeks as she nodded, looking down at the food filled bags. This was someone who seemed to know Harry in a different manner than the people back home. She didn’t seemed afraid at all, and obviously her boyfriend was in good standing with this older woman.

“No, no. I do the cooking for him when we’re back home. I uh- I’m in culinary school.” She said shyly, helping Lucy begin to unpack the full bags. “Harry and a lot of other people call me Bunny in case you’ve heard that before.”

Lucy knew Harry had a lot of nick names for people in whatever he got on with in the states, but he’d never heard of any women. She knew nothing about that, actually. He never spoke of women at all. So to hear the news and the fact that Harry most definitely had someone special in the home was very exciting.

“Oh, really? How lovely is that. I am so happy he has you then. He eats those awful toaster pastries as a meal.” She crinkled her nose in distaste. The same pop tarts Y/N scoffed at back home. No wonder he had been so amused when she pointed out how bad they were for him.

“I said the same.” Bunny shook her head at the memory, “I’ve got him eating vegetables and lots of meat now. He’s a big man, needs protein. Hence the chicken and steaks.” She felt the need to let her know she was taking care of him. Lucy was someone she felt the need to make a good impression on, after all, she took care of the home he kept so close to his heart.

“Good! You know, I do worry about him. He’s not here much, but he’s my son’s age… I’d like to think of him as one.” Lucy explained, placing all the items on the counter. Normally she would put them away herself, but figured she’d let Bunny organize everything the way she wanted it. “I don’t like to pry in his life, but he always seemed lonely. He doesn’t let anyone in here, he’s very particular about it, so to see you here… you must be very special to him.”

“Babe?” Bunny was just about to speak when she heard Harry call from the stairs, the sound of foot steps echoing through the spacious home. “You still in here?” His voice was quieter, sweetness laced in his tone as he approached the kitchen.

That answered her question.

The Nickname, the soft spoken nature, his slightly disheveled appearance as he appeared in the doorway to the kitchen said it all.

“Oh. Hi, Lucy.” Harry kept the smile on but it wasn’t as soft as it was for Bunny, yet more kind than he was to anyone else. “Thank you so much for going on the shop run for us. We’re knackered and needed a day off and figured it would be easier for you to stop before coming over. We shouldn’t be too needy for you this time around, but we’ll be around for a bit longer than a week.”

Harry loved home, but right now this was the welcomed escape. He got to relax slightly, to feel normal again. Sure there were probably still targets on his back if people knew he was about, but he kept it quiet. No one would ever expect him in the tourist areas.

“Of course, of course. I won’t intrude. Send me a message when you go out and I’ll come in to clean when you’re out so I’m not in your hair- but I’ve been getting to know your lovely girl here. You’ve never brought anyone back here before, figured she must be a special one.” Lucy was beaming, really. Harry knew she was probably going to give him an earful about not mentioning her earlier.

“She is. Incredibly special.”

———

It had become a normal occurrence now to have a warmth coating his body, a hand playing with his fingers or hair, a cheek on his shoulder. When it had begun to feel so natural was something he didn’t know, but he was incredibly happy that this had became the norm for them.

Honestly? He was gone for her.

Her lips were slightly smooshed, a little pouty as she watched the television screen where a video she had pulled up was playing, her eyes dropping as she clung to him. Underneath a throw blanket she had scavenged for, she sat with her body glued to his as they spent their quiet time together. There wasn’t a lot of chatting, merely a comment here or there and a pout from her when she felt like he hadn’t kissed her in a bit. He remedied that immediately.

There had been no urge to do anything other than simply be. Cuddle, her body relaxed and kept warm by the layers and his own body, their tea with Lucy a few hours ago sitting cold on the table in front of them. She had to wander off but Harry had simply pulled Bunny closer and gave her the remote.

They never got a lot of time to just sit with one another. The domesticity had taken him off guard, but even more so was how much he adored it. How his heart flip flopped in his chest, the same cavity he previously regarded as empty, now alive and flourishing due to the smaller woman and her sleepy yawn she tried to muffle against his shirt.

“Saw that.” He mumbled, brushing her stray hair from her face. “Think it’s time we go to bed, hm?”

“Hmm?” She mimicked his hum, turning her head a bit so she could see him. “We can go get ready, yeah? But no sleep yet.” She still wanted to spend some more time with him. No distractions, just focused on one another.

Today had been nothing short of a dream. For the first time in a long time the two of them were able to relax, actually relax and not worry. This home had brought out the best in them, showing them a glimpse in to what Bunny hoped was their future. More lazy days and quiet nights like these. Free from worry and watching eyes.

She had turned off the tv but was not making any moves to get up, simply clinging on to him in hopes that he would get the hint.

“Baby,” He smiled down at her with a breathy laugh, understanding exactly what she was waiting for. “Did your legs give out?”

“Can’t walk.” She mumbled, hiding her face in his neck. “Dunno where the room is. Take me there.” Maybe she was taking advantage of the fact that he was big and strong and capable of lifting her, but she felt like she deserved that much. It was something she always imagined, just like in the movies.

His arms kept her solid as he chuckled, moving up the steps towards the bedroom. Her smile could be felt against the skin of his throat, obviously pleased about the fact he had take initiative for this. There had been no such feeling of safety that made her so secure until he had finally given in and held her that first night.

Now she was addicted to the feeling of strong arms around her, hair tickling her nose, his calloused fingertips brushing down her bare back as they breathed in each other’s essence.

So much had seemed to change during this trip and Bunny truly felt like it was for the better. Like Harry had snatched her and tugged her into his own personal blanket fort, giving her the cuddly and soft attention she’d always craved from him. He had opened up a bit and every day it seemed like he was actually allowing himself to touch her more, which was a beautiful thing to experience. Knowing how he was beforehand, seeing how she was truly special with this behavior, it only added to the happiness she felt in being with him.

Lots of girls said they liked a guy who was a dick but not to them, and she had won the jackpot. Harry had his reasons for being the way he was, surely, and while she hadn’t figured them all out? She was willing to wait to find out.

“You’re a koala, aren’t you?” Harry laughed as she squeezed her legs around his hips. “Quite like it.”

“Yeah, except I won’t give you chlamydia if I pee on you.” Bunny mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder comfortably and closing her eyes.

Harry let out a squeaky laugh that she’d never heard before, giving her ass a squeeze. She always made funny comments like these when she was tired, he looked forward to them every night. He wondered what else would happen to come out of her mouth.

“What! It’s true!” Her giggle echoed through the stairwell, “Are you even into that stuff? I bet you are to be honest. I wouldn’t put it past you, you’re a really horny man.” She had said these things so matter of factly, Harry couldn’t help to laugh to himself at her delivery. He was so fond of her it was ridiculous.

“What? Is this your way of saying you want to pee on me?” He questioned as he reached the top of the stairs. “I’d do a lot of things with you baby,” He couldn’t tell if she was serious.

“Oh my god! You freak!” A cackle left her mouth as she was carried into the doorway of their room, her hand playfully tugging at his hair. “Ok, I think it’s safe to say you’re kinkier than me. Cause… the fact that you’d even be ok with that…” she give a faux shudder as Harry rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

“Alright, never said that was my kink but if you want to be a little kink shamer, fine.” He was gentle, but tossed her on to the bed and followed right after. This time, instead of ravaging her, he pressed kisses all over her face. He wasn’t sure why, what this impulse was, but there was a complete burst of… something that shot through him and made it necessary to kiss her like that.

The pressed made her squeak, giggling as she tried to hide but couldn’t. Lips and scruff brushed her skin, going all over her face and tickling slightly as the laughter fired her out.

“M’not-not a kink shamer! Harry!” Her legs wrapped around his waist and tugged him down on top of her. “No! My belly’s going to hurt from laughing.”

“Oh, no?” He asked between kisses, finding her hands and pinning her down to the bed. It was a different kind of need he had, still trying to figure out where exactly it was coming from. He was enjoying being playful with her, hearing her giggles and watching her attempt to free herself from his grip.

He did end up loosening his grip as he noticed her getting out of breath and instead collapsed on top of her so she couldn’t move, still not letting his whole weight on to her.

“Harry!” She whined again, using her arms to try and push up his chest. “You’re so… damn you’re heavy, I wouldn’t have guessed— oh my god!” Of course, Bunny was being dramatic, but he found it to be extremely entertaining. He had never let himself do something like this with anyone, maybe his cousin’s when he was younger?

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll get off.”

“Sorry?” She huffed. “For what? The truth?”

“No.” Harry mumbled, face between her tits. “For bein’ mean to me. Carried you upstairs and all of that jus’ for you to call me a ‘freak.’” He slid his arms underneath her body, locking them down so he was stuck on top of her for the time being.

“All I was saying is that I’d do anything for you.” He pulled his face from the warm sanctuary her breasts providing, giving her a look.

“And I appreciate that. You’re being a brat.” She had to laugh, giving up on pushing him off. He was far too big and this was a losing battle, though she really couldn’t get that mad. He was warm and the bedding up here was cool.

“S’my line. You’re the brat.” He snorted, burrowing his face into her neck. “Trying to escape when m’loving on you, too. Cruel, cruel woman. What will I do with you?”

“Cherish me forever and ever.” She said as if it was obvious, turning to press a sweet kiss to the side of his head. She loved when he got like this, all cuddly, his guard down. She could tell he was comfortable. Sliding her hands under his shirt she allowed her hands to run over his skin, rubbing all the areas he seemed to react most to.

“Would you let me give you a massage?” She asked out of curiosity, “you’re very tense even when you’re relaxing, I promise it will feel really nice.” All she wanted to do something for him that would give him some relief. Sure, the salt baths and sex would help, but not as much as really getting into all those knots he carried. “Doesn’t have to be right now, just think about it.”

The question really threw him for a loop. A massage? He never even considered other ways to relive his pain. It’s not that he didn’t care, it’s just that, he could deal with it. The tightness is his back was annoying, but not unbearable. He was used to it, he didn’t even think about it anymore.

As sad as it was to think about now that he was more aware, it shocked him because he wasn’t used to people caring about him like that.

Obviously, he had a lot of people in the club that cared about him, but it was more so in the tender loving care sort of way. He’s never felt safe enough to allow someone this close. She was exactly what he needed, the perfect sized key to fit into his lock and opening up things and emotions and experiences he never thought of before. And yet, here they were. Strong.

“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. We need to take a break from sex tonight and I know M’gonna want that as soon as your hands are on me.” He had to be honest about it. He wanted a chaste night with her, one that showed his true fondness and softness with her. Her hands were irresistible and he had seen a few too many videos online about massages. They could be erotic.

“I think you can touch me anywhere and I’d never complain. My body is yours, Baby. Hope you know that.”

“I do know that,” She let out a laugh, thinking about how he was right. It would likely lead to sex. “Your body is mine, but that being said, gotta take care of it. So you can grow old and not have many problems, yeah?” These were things that she was thinking about. His health and well being. He was active and yes his job was dangerous, but it there was anything she could do to prevent him from getting hurt she would. It’s her job as his partner.

Harry himself never thought he would make it to 25 let alone 27. The idea of growing old was never something that’s crossed his mind as a possibility. He just assumed he’d die caught in the cross fire of some deal by now, but it seemed this girl was giving him a reason to live.

For the first time in his life he had started to look forward to his future, could only ever imagine life if she was in it. He wanted more softness, more late night chats, more of her complaining even. He didn’t think he was dramatic when he said there was no point in life without her— was the life he was living before her even a quality life? It seemed that with the arrival of her in his apartment marked the first time Harry ever felt like he was living a normal life.

There had never been any reason to worry about getting home safely. Yes, his death would hurt the club, it would hurt Sterling, but he would get on fine. But he imagined that if she felt even a sliver of the intensity he felt towards her, that it would destroy her to lose him.

How had that happened? How had he managed to wrap himself up in her so tightly that he couldn’t get out- no- didn’t want to get out? He didn’t know how she had gone from his best friends sister who he cared for and thought was hot when she returned from college to a whole point of life life, but she had. Someone he wanted a future with.

“Hm… you’ll take care of me, then? Is that what I’m hearing?” He questioned. “How long does this treatment last then? I’ve got to get my fill before the offer expires.”

It was a joke but also… not. Would this expire? Would she tire of his wild temper and overprotective nature when he finally caught her stalker? Would she push him away when she realized that he would always be clinging to her like this? Because, god, he would if she let it slide.

“It doesn’t expire, silly.” She shook her head at him. “I’ll be here to take care of you as long as you let me.” The thing is, she really did mean that. She had always done her best at taking care of him even before they were together, sure, it was very subtle but she had always hoped he noticed the little things she’d done for him. Her little crush made it that she truly only had eyes for him.

Yeah he had his problems and yes he did many fucked up and illegal things, but he had never put her in danger. He had always put her needs first. He would always force her to admit how she was feeling and work through it with her, even if he was a pain in the ass about it. If he wanted this forever, she wouldn’t hesitate to say no.

Harry was waiting for a laugh. For a shake or the head. For something to let him know that she was joking, but it never came. Instead, all he could hear was the steady sound of her heart beat and her breathing. She really meant it. Even as he lifted his head to look at her, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

As hard as it was for him to believe, he was starting to think he should stop sabotaging himself. This girl had showed him time and time again that she would pick him and stick by him through the very worst. What was it that he couldn’t believe?

That he was in love.

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