#the anxiety is being worked on. slowly but surely. maybe.

[canisonicscrewyou]

You know. A lot of the times it really doesn’t feel like it at all. But Ohmygod am I trying and trying and trying and trying and trying and I am. Tired. But I have to keep trying and that’s fucked up.

#idk I’m just tired of being in burnout all the fucking time it makes me forget how to be a person and drop everyone and everything I like #I have been trying to make myself reach out to someone outside of my apartment and job once a day at least #I am trying to do the chores and tasks I dislike and have been putting off #the anxiety is being worked on. slowly but surely. maybe. #I think the whole ‘haha I forgot how to be a person entirely’ isn’t as bad as it was even like. a month ago.

[lesbiacnh]

omg i get a little stressed and to cope i end up playing esthetician until 130 am and go to bed feeling worse than before. and like id pluck every leg hair out but haven’t brushed my teeth yet. and after that my skin gets soo bad and im like whattttt why is this uappening.

#text #the past couple of months have been crayzeeeeeee but now things are cslm. but im still 🫨🫨🫨 mentally bc im not in a good routine or anything #it always starts bc im like ‘i need to take better care of myself’ and then ends badly. lol #tiktok ‘everything shower’ joke kinda made me get back into the strange habit of doing the absolute bare minimum + doing everything in one #night and feeling worse. instead of like having a more consistent routine #rly i need to start working out again. it helps me regulate things bc i like to plan ahead lol #im on anxiety meds now so im gonna TRYYYYYY to help myself by getting in a better routine #AND BY THAT. i mean SLOWLY bc ive gone through this cycle before and and starting things all on the same day is a variant of this. #and i gotta get off my phone. my neck fucking hurts from sitting weird and scrolling too long #tiny bit cringy to admit but i want to find a stim toy that i could do the same scroll motion on. if that makes sense #like a smooth peice of metal or something. maybe i’ll buy a little keychain and see if that could replace the motion while im chillin doing #something else #SORRY if anyone does read this usually i reread my posts to make sure im coherent before posting but its 140 something am and im high again #ALSO 2024 resolution im done being high on most week nights. i need to calm down w it #ok last thing bc this is funny #phoebe bridgers song came on while i was driving home and the one lyric was like im not afraid of going back to school……. #and it hit me in that exact moment bc I AMMMMMM AFRAID TO go back to school but im not‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ it’s fine‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ i am not gonna #ok goodnight. i brushed my teeth #sabotage this.

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

The Good Omens Fandom has had a lot of fun recently with the knowledge of Aziraphale and Crowley holding hands on the bus at the end of season 1.

Soo here's everything that went through my head as I learned of it for the first time.

For that entire scene, Aziraphale is really far gone. He's dissociating so hard he can't even realize he's been sitting on a sword. Crowley is probably the only thing keeping him grounded.

They just narrowly stopped Armageddon after a showdown with literally Satan, and still can't let their guard down. For the first time ever, they're completely on their own side. Now they have to orchestrate a body swap to save both of them. They wouldn't just be killed, they'd be completely destroyed. Everything must go exactly according to plan, but how often does that actually happen?

And on top of that, his bookshop, his home, his safe place with the demon he has to pretend not to love is burned and gone.

Crowley is so incredibly gentle and reassuring this entire scene. He's been through so much trauma himself and has spent a lot of his existence shielding the angel from it, hoping to protect some of his innocence and naivete. Crowley is absolutely familiar with every symptom of PTSD and anxiety.

Now he has to see his sweet angel see such a small bit of the horrors of heaven and hell and start to crumble inside. He's going to do his dam best to try and help Aziraphale through it. Speaking softly, ("the bookshop burned down... remember?) slowly and carefully, gradually helping to pull the angel back to reality, reminding him that he's there and will help ground him.

They get on the bus, and sit next to each other. 11 years ago, they sat nearby but separated while Crowley begs Aziraphale to help him prevent the Apocalypse. Now they are sitting together. Both an act of reassurance and unity.

Crowley sits first, Aziraphale could so easily just sit across from him, behind or in front. But he chooses to sit right next to him. And hold his hand. Aziraphale desperately needs to be near to the *former* demon he loves, to hold him, to make sure they won't be separated.

In the book, their famous lines of "none of this would have worked out if you weren't, deep down, just a bit of a good person" and "just enough of a b*stard to be worth liking" came as Satan rose from the earth, as a goodbye in case they were destroyed.

Luckily, that didn't happen and they survived. Armaggedon was stopped. But the angel is still so anxious of losing Crowley. So he chooses to reach out, to anchor himself and reassure himself that Crowley is still there beside him and that they are okay, at least for a few minutes.

And Crowley let him. He knows how badly Aziraphale needs him, he needs the angel just as much. He knows how badly he craved an anchor and support system as he was first abused and traumatized by his Fall, then further by Hell. So he's going to continue being there for Aziraphale, doing everything he can to make his angel feel safe and comfortable.

Over the next few years, Aziraphale would become so much more comfortable reaching out and touching Crowley. Leaning into him, resting a hand on his shoulder or briefly touching his chest. Somehow both reassuring himself that the former demon was still there, and reminding Crowley that he's still there for him at the same time.

Then Crowley becomes more comfortable with the touch, leaning into the angel by himself. No longer flinching at a sudden graze of a hand or reassuring squeeze.

That one moment of the two holding hands on the bus cemented so much of their relationship. "The last few years, not really..." all started on that bus the moment Aziraphale chose to sit down next to Crowley.

edited: at first this said "new knowledge" because I just found out about this all the other day, and wrote this up at 3 AM, and didn't really fact check when this knowledge became well known. I've only really been a GO fan since maybe 2021, and only really started being active in the fandom during the last few months, so a lot of info that is fairly well known is still generally new to me. soo yeah this was edited :)

source for anyone asking for it!

#good omens spoilers #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #good omens #go2 #bus scene #they like holding hands #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Alien Escape

Male Alien Yandere × Gender Neutral Reader

(CW: Noncon, oviposition, breeding, overstimulation, crying, fear, minor character death, weird alien dick, minor mentions of medical experimentation (NOT on reader), alien, implied abduction, general yandere behavior)

Word Count: 680

(Just something I typed up on my phone because it was in my head and demanded to be written, a nice little mini-fic. Hope you enjoy!)

Tears streamed down your face, and your legs burned and ached from running so fast through the labyrinthine halls. Your frenzied footsteps on the cold tile floor were completely drowned out by the incessant blaring of the alarms.

When you slipped and broke the containment field, you had doomed everyone.

At last, you had made it to the exit. But it was covered by a heavier metal door with no handle.

Of course. The entire site was on lockdown now.

Maybe you could double back and hide in one of the abandoned rooms. If they weren't sealed off by now, too.

You ran off down a side corridor, but it was a dead end. Maybe it wouldn't come this way since it wasn't the way out.

Suddenly, the alarms and all the lights turned off. Probably sucked dry due to the escaped alien's ability to absorb energy.

You huddled into a corner in the darkness, nothing visible.

Then you saw light. Coming from far down the hall. The pale sickly green glow of the alien slowly approaching.

When he entered your field of view fully you gasped. He had a struggling Colonel Hughs in his arms, a hand over his mouth.

The alien slowly walked towards you and as he did so, he impaled Hughs with a spike that protruded from his wrists causing the colonel to rapidly age before turning to dust.

The alien had absorbed his life force.

It was humanoid, but had no eyes, nose, or mouth. Scars from "research" littered his body. Its wrist spike retracted back into itself as it slowly stepped towards you.

His strange ribbed cock poking out of his genital slit and lengthening as he approached.

It looked slimy and writhed as if with a will of its own. All while glowing with the same green light the rest of his body did.

You cowered and sobbed. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die.

And you weren't going to.

The alien had no intention to hurt you. He wanted you to be his incubator.

Out of all the people in the facility you were the only one he sensed any sympathy from. And no ill will. He only sensed regret and anxiety whenever your gaze landed on him.

It was the only modicum of kindness he experienced while being captured, contained, and experimented on.

He clung to it, focused on it. It was a lifeline for him.

And when you broke the containment unit he was housed in, he was convinced you had been purposefully trying to free him.

As he loomed over you, he could sense your fear. He gently wiped your tears away with his prehensile cock before pulling you up, turning you around, and pulling your pants down.

Yes~

This would do perfectly as a receptacle for his egg.

You begged and babbled, sure that he was about to turn you into dust.

When his slimy dick worked its way into you the noises you were making progressed into screams.

He put his hands carefully on your fragile human hips as his priggle writhed all around inside you, causing you to squirm and moan involuntarily in pleasure.

If he had a mouth your alien mate would have cooed at that sound.

The alien's dick molded itself to your inside perfectly, to kiss every little fold of your intimate depths, leaking viscous goo as it did so.

After your tenth forced orgasm from your otherworldly lover your legs finally gave out and he had to hold you close as he pumped one final time into you.

He deposited a large egg inside causing your tummy to bulge out, quite beautifully in his opinion.

The creature put his hand on your head and used his abilities to make you fell into a well earned sleep.

Green slime leaked from your entrance and down your legs when he pulled out of you.

It was a good thing you were a janitor, because once he had you back on his home world you'd be dealing with this mess daily.

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[loveinhawkins]

”How do you do it?” Eddie asks.

The question slips out far too late at night, anxiety thrumming in his chest—he’s not escaped the feeling ever since the boathouse, when he simply couldn’t sleep, felt like a fox just waiting for hound dogs to get his scent, ready to run—

Steve doesn’t need him to explain further, as if he can somehow hear a whole lot of what Eddie’s not saying: like when he picked up the phone an hour ago and hadn’t even let Eddie tie himself in knots, had just said, so easily, “I’ll come get you,” like it wasn’t a huge inconvenience, like he’d been the one to call Eddie instead.

He’s considering Eddie from where he lies in bed, leaning on his elbow, and he’s still got the covers off pointedly—and that’s a big thing, Eddie thinks, a big thing he doesn’t know what to do with, because they’ve not talked, not really, not got much beyond the dizzying relief of still being alive.

But even fraught with profound lack of sleep, Eddie doesn’t think he’s misreading the look in Steve’s eyes.

I know, those eyes say, illuminated by the warm light of the bedside lamp. It’s okay, there’s no rush. I’m right here.

Eddie’s never seen that kind of look before. Not towards him.

“Sometimes Robin sleeps over,” Steve says thoughtfully. “And sometimes the kids are around, and they’re so annoying and I get, like, three hours, tops.” He says it with all the fondness in the world. “And sometimes I’m alone, and it’s fine.”

“What about the other times?” Eddie can’t help but whisper.

If it were a reasonable hour maybe he wouldn’t dare to ask at all, but exhaustion’s worn down the filter in his head—at this point it’s practically see-through.

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, they’re shit,” he says with such honesty that Eddie nearly asks it again, how do you do it?

“But then it’s, like, a new day,” Steve says slowly, like he’s carefully weighing up what to say, “and I can… drive.” The pause tells Eddie he means go to someone. “Or, like… call, if it’s really bad.”

Hey, I’m glad you called, man, Steve had said when Eddie got into his car earlier, like they were just going to the movies or something normal—like Eddie wasn’t shaking, forehead pressed against the passenger window.

Eddie feels his throat close up a little. Tries to sniff as quietly as possible.

“Eddie,” Steve says patiently. He moves back in the bed. Gives Eddie space. “C’mere.”

Steve keeps the lamp on which helps; this isn’t the boathouse, Eddie thinks, and the slightest bit of tension leaves his body. Even that feels like a miracle.

He’s just resigning himself to lying there, staring up at the ceiling so at least Steve can get some rest, when Steve turns and catches his eye, still wide awake.

“Tell me about The Lord of the Rings,” Steve says.

The tightness in Eddie’s chest loosens; he laughs in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Eddie turns so he’s facing Steve properly, attempts a casual shrug, knowing already that it’ll be too rigid. “I don’t know, man. We, uh. We kinda lived through Mordor already.”

His hand twists in the bedsheets, knuckles turning white.

I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never had…

Steve’s hand reaches across, eases Eddie’s grip on the sheets, like he’s saying, neither did I. Just give it a shot.

“The shire, then,” Steve says.

Eddie smiles. “Steve Harrington,” he says, suddenly finding enough lightness to tease; he’s missed it. “Are you asking me for a bedtime story?”

“Nope,” Steve says. “We’re just gonna lie here and talk.”

And they do.

Steve asks questions which works out for the best—Eddie can’t quite remember the last time he read the books. To tell the truth, anything that happened before March often has a kind of fog over it.

He’s sure he’s dropped at least a couple of plot points somewhere along the way, but Steve never once complains that he’s not making sense, just gently prompts Eddie until… until…

“Mm, I know what you’re doing,” Eddie mumbles through a yawn that catches him unawares.

“Oh, do you now?” Steve says, sounding smug. God, Eddie loves him. “Is it working?”

“Maybe.” Eddie says. His eyelids are heavy. “Um.” He yawns again. “Where… where was I?”

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Steve says. It sounds like he’s smiling—Eddie would check, but it’s suddenly impossible to keep his eyes open.

It’s okay, he thinks hazily, melting into sleep without even thinking about it. He can ask Steve in the morning.

There’s no rush.

#on struggling with the aftermath #the trust in falling asleep in front of someone ❤️ #this may have a second part #a lil anxiety soothing stuff ❤️ #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[rafebaby]

Frat!Rafe has his target locked in and it's shy!reader (pt. 2)

part one / part three

Writer's note: And then here it is: part two. Can you believe it? Obviously it's not the last. I would really like to hear your thoughts and ideas on this. I have some of my own, already typed out a little bit too but still struggling to choose exactly what way I really think works best. Love y'all and thank you for your support xxx rafebaby

After your "moment" with Rafe, you decided to lock yourself in your room all weekend. Hoping it would all pass by as a bad dream. But it didn’t pass by. No matter how hard you wanted to forget about it all, memories of him and you and what happened, repeated itself in your head over and over and over again. You felt ridiculous.

This was Rafe Cameron, for heaven's sake – a guy who had every girl swooning over him. You had nothing against him, but this was literally stupid. It's as if he planted a parasite in your brain, and the parasite is him and now you're kind of doomed to have these feelings that you don't really want yourself having.

So as Monday comes around, you have a hard time convincing yourself to get out of the house to go to the first class of the week. It also happens to be the only day of the week none of your friends are in your class. But Rafe is.

Normally that wouldn’t mean a whole lot to you, but today it has your anxiety peaking. You're afraid to see him, afraid of him seeing you, afraid of embarrassment and probable rumors already being spread around campus. Maybe someone took pictures, maybe they recorded it. Not that you deem yourself so incredibly interesting but stories including campus royalty like Rafe spread like wildfire. Yet missing education for a boy and as a result of a game of ‘spin the bottle’ is something you can not justify to yourself. 

You walk into the lecture hall a few minutes before the start of the class, head facing downwards, avoiding any kind of interaction. You're greeted by the professor who is already setting up her presentation. You look up at her briefly and smile before you turn to the room to find yourself a seat, but are shocked to see Rafe Cameron sitting in the back staring straight at you.

Shit. 

You immediately break eye contact and nervously sit yourself down in the first seat closest to you Front row. With nervous hands, you manage to get your laptop out of your bag and start it up. Automatic pilot takes over and helps you find the document from the previous lecture, but you can hear the beat of your heart in between your ears, knowing he's behind you. 

Maybe you should just apologize to him after class, you think. It was kind of rude to have done what you did, was it not? After all, he never did anything wrong. Only, you have no clue what is going through his head. You've heard about him getting into fights, him dealing, him threatening other people.... But you actually didn't know him at all, so, you know, maybe he would just be happy if you just cleared the air. You're sure he could be nice, you felt it in his touch, in his pace…

Your face flushes red as the memory pops into your head again. Quickly but subtly you take a careful look over your shoulder, wary of Rafe being able to read your mind. As soon as you lay your eyes on him, his head turns into your direction, his eyes following just a bit slower. 

The teacher starts her class. “Welcome class!” You snap your head to her. “Today, we’ll follow up on the chapter we started on last week, chapter 9. We left of at page 67 in the textbook…” She goes on. 

You are definitely not going to talk to him. After class, you are just gonna leave this room as fast as possible. He's too intimidating. Too scary. 

Too handsome.

No, fuck, stop. 

During the rest of the period, you find yourself dipping in and out of attention for the lecture, struggling to take notes as time drags on slowly. 

When the professor finally concludes the lecture and wishes the class a good rest of the week, everyone hastily starts packing their belongings, eager to escape the confinement of the dusty room. Yet, nobody is as eager as you. The people passing by make it difficult to leave your spot. To them you are more or less invisible. Not to Rafe though. He follows your every move as Topper walks beside him, going on and on about the troubles of his latest relationship troubles. It was always the same with him.

“I don’t know what she wants, man. Whatever I do, I always seem to do the wrong thing. One minute we’re being all lovey dovey, the next, she says she needs space.”

Rafe’s completely unbothered. Unlike himself, Topper is a total doormat. The wait-and-see type of guy. Rafe however likes to go after what he wants. And so, without any announcements, he leaves Topper behind, following you at a covert distance. “Hey dude! Where are you going?” Topper tries to catch up with him again, but Rafe strides on. “See you later, Top!” He exclaims unentertained with his head acing his target. You’re too jittery to notice, so busy to get out fast. He can tell, but he won’t have it. This time he won’t let you get away that easily. 

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[triptuckers]

on the bottom of the lake - percy jackson

Request: yes! "I love ur writing!! could you write something w Percy helping anxious reader?? I’ve been super stressed lately and idk this show is keeping me sane lmao" Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  you've been stressed and percy knows the perfect way to help you relax Warnings:  reader being stressed, some swearing, anxiety Word count:  917 A/N: I drew so many pjo characters yesterday I cant wait to share them when I'm done with them :) thanks for your request, enjoy!

you don't know if you've ever felt like this. sure, you'd been stressed before. but now you're losing sleep over it. and not a few hours, just nights without zero sleep at all.

you've got a big project you need to do for school over the summer. if you call, it'll be your last strike and you'd be expelled. like it was your fault you had trouble reading and concentrating.

when you arrived at camp half-blood at the start of summer, you thought some of your worries would go away.

the opposite happened.

you saw everyone around you having a good time. they didn't have to worry about some project. they slept peacefully from night til morning.

even if you can't work on your project, you're constantly thinking about it. your mind never rests.

percy noticed you've been stressed and tries to talk to you about it, but you always shut him down. it's enough to think about it all the time, let alone talk about it.

after a couple of days, percy tries again. he really wants to help you, but he don't know why.

'hey, y/n?' says percy.

'what's up?' you say, looking up at him. you're supposed to help your cabin prepare for tonight's bonfire, but so far you're not helping much.

'about your project-'

'gods, will you leave it alone, percy!' you burst out. 'I think about that fucking project all day don't you start about it as well!'

percy takes a step back and you realise it's because of you.

'I'm sorry! sorry!' you say, getting up and grabbing one of his hands. 'I'm so sorry I didn't mean it.'

you feel tears slowly starting to fall.

'hey, it's okay.' says percy softly. he reaches up and brushes a tear from your cheek. 'want to go to the lake for a while?'

you nod. percy leads you to the lake. you close your eyes and let the breeze calm you down. but still the project is on your mind. if you go to your cabin now, you could get some work done.

percy tugs on your hand and you open your eyes to look at him.

'get in.' he says, nodding his head toward the lake.

'now?'

percy nods.

'percy, I don't want to go swimming right now.'

'do you trust me?'

'of course.'

'then get in.'

you sigh. what did you have to lose? maybe a swim would be nice.

'let me get my bathing suit.' you say.

'nope.' says percy, pulling you by your hand as he jumps in the lake. before you can stop him, you're pulled forward by his momentum. seconds later, the water surrounds you.

you want to yell at him for getting your clothes soaked, but you remember you're under water. once you get your bearings, you open your eyes, letting them get accustomed to the water.

you try to swim to the surface, but percy still holds on to your hand and pulls you further down, all the way to the bottom of the lake.

good for him, he's a poseidon kid. you aren't. you can't breathe underwater. surely percy knows that right?

he lets go of you hands and swims to the bottom of the lake.

you're going to have to go up for air soon.

you can see percy sitting down on the ocean floor, gesturing at you to join him. you squint your eyes. it looks like the water is less murky down there.

you let yourself sink down to percy's level. the water is less murky here because there is no water here.

'I didn't know you could do this.' you say, looking around the air bubble you're in.

'pretty cool, right?' says percy, smiling proudly.

'why are we here?'

'I mostly come here when I need to be alone. if you sit here in silence for a while, the fish will come up to you. and I always thought the waves are soothing to look at from down here.'

you look up and watch the waves for a while. sunlight pours through the water, giving it a soft glow.

you move closer to percy and rest your head on his shoulder.

the two of you sit there for a while. and percy was right. after some time, fish start to swim around your bubble.

percy tells you about the lake and the animals and after a while even two water nymphs come to say hello. percy knows them and introduces you to them.

you sit there for so long you lose track of time. it's getting late, so you decide to swim up to the surface.

normally you would have been soaked, but thanks to percy you're warm and dry.

you stifle a yawn as percy takes your hand in his and starts walking towards the cabins.

'thank you, that was nice.' you say.

'one of the bonuses of dating a poseidon kid.' says percy, lightly squeezing your hand.

he notices you hadn't talked about your project at all when you were in the lake. and you look genuinely tired. he hopes you can get at least one good nights sleep tonight.

'want to stay at my cabin tonight?' he says.

you smile and nod. 'yeah I'd like that.'

the two of you head to percy's cabin to get some sleep. and percy had been right, you got a good night of uninterrupted sleep. you dreamt of nothing but the comfort of the lake, and percy's presence next to you.

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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[luvyeni]

❛NICE GUY❜ ( l. haechan )

p. stalker!haechan x fem!reader w. 2k+

warnings? dark fic, stalking, non consensual photo taking, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( in the midst of your stalker running lose you trust haechan , he seems like nice guy ) !

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“what’s his name?” your friend asked , her senses going off. “lily , i told you already.” you sighed annoyed , you had been talking about this date for the past week , but your friend had been skeptical. “it’s haechan.”

“well I’m sorry for being concerned for your well being.” your friend said. “especially with all those weird messages you’ve been getting , and plus you don’t know this guy , he could be crazy.”

your friend , although her nagging was annoying , she was right , it was a big risk meeting haechan – also known as donghyuck , you had been getting weird messages and pictures from a random number for the past few weeks , this stalker had known all your information - where’d you work , your address. he even knew where your childhood home was – it was super creepy.

you had found hyuck on dating site about two weeks ago , and he seemed like a nice guy. he was cute , held a good job at a good company – and of course to make sure he wasn’t catfishing you , you’d facetimed a few times before agreeing to meet him at a bar.

so hear you are , at 9pm walking to the bar listening to your friend nag you over the phone. “lily , listen.” you interrupt her rant. “I know you’re worried – the stalker thing creeps me out too , but what should i do? i can’t stay in the house forever.” you said. “plus i’ve talked to haechan , i’ve seen his face and he genuinely seems nice.”

your friend sighed in defeat. “i know you want me to be safe , but it’s fine , plus the bar will be crowded.” you reassured. “okay fine , you win.” she said. “just be safe , and don’t go home with him.” you hummed , the bar came into view. “i won’t , i’ll see you later okay?” you said. “okay , please call me when you’re on your way home.” you agreed , hanging the phone up , pulling the bar door open , walking in. if you’d only turned back once , looked around at your surroundings just once – you would’ve realized that you were being followed since the moment you walked out the house.

you sat down at the bar , the bartender coming up asking for your order. “oh i’m meeting someone , he should be here in a few minutes.” you smiled politely , he nodded excusing himself to take another order. you decided to text him , opening up your phone to text him , only to be met with 2 new messages , but not from haechan – but from your stalker. ‘you look sexy in that dress.’ your eyes scanned the messages. ‘have fun tonight my love’

he knew you were out on a date? had he been watching you? was he still watching you? you began to sweat , anxiety slowly kicking in – what were you supposed to do now , what if he was watching you now. “(y/n)?” you gasped , jumping , quickly swiveling your body around. “whoa! you okay?”

you sighed , heartbeat coming back down after you came face to face with the man. “haechan.” you said , he smiled. “you okay , you seemed scared?” you nodded , he sat down next to you. “i’m okay , just a bit nervous.” more like scared shitless , but you didn’t want to let him know that. “nervous?” he smirked. “meeting me made you nervous , i’m flattered.”

he sat down , the waiter returning to take your orders , bringing you your drinks , while you got to know each other. “so tell me about you.” you told him what you did for a living , your family even about lily your best friend. “she wasn’t too keen on me coming here alone.” you said. “she’s just a little overprotective , but she means well.” he nodded. “i get it , her best friend is going out with a random dude , i’d be a little weary to , maybe if this goes right , i can prove one day that i’m a nice guy.”

he was such an absolute blessing , like the perfect guy. he was attentive , he listen to everything you said – funny , not even a try hard , he genuinely made you laugh. he was also extremely flirty , not enough to make you uncomfortable , but just enough to make you shy away with a smile , as the date was coming to a end , you felt sad. “why are you frowning , a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sad?” you smiled , his hand coming up to rub your knuckles. “you are just such a great guy , i just don’t want this date to end.” he smiled , your lips fell into a pout. “it doesn’t have to end here.”

that’s how you found yourself in his car , driving around the city to his condo. “i promised lily i’d come home early , she’s gonna be so mad.” you said , pulling your phone out to text her. “you’re safe with me , i promise.” you smiled , you did feel really safe around him , you felt no sense of danger around him , no red flags going off in your head.

he had your hand in one hand , typing in the passcode to his condo , letting you walk in. “this is really nice.” you took your shoes off. “you must do really well for yourself.” he followed behind you as you walked around. “well i do alright , i work at a tech company.” he was checking all of your boxes , good job , kind , sexy as hell.

“computer nerd , so your sexy and smart.” he came up behind you , his hands ghosting your waist. “sexy huh?” he nose nudged against your neck , you sighed. “yeah.” you breathed , he kissed your neck. “you’re sexy too , been trying to be a gentleman all night long , it was so hard.”

things only escalated from there , he dragged you to his room , unzipping your dress letting it fall the ground. “such a pretty body.” he unbuttoned his shirt , letting it hit the floor , grabbing your jaw , slamming his lips into yours. teeth clashing , messy kissing as he backed you up until you fell onto the bed , undoing his pants. “lay back baby.”

he climbed on top of your body , heavy breathing – his hand coming under your body , undoing your bra , throwing it across his floor. he grabbed your boobs , bringing his lips around it. “fu-fuck haechan.” you moaned , your hands tracing his body until you reached his clothed cock , palming his hard-on. “off , take them off.”

he got off the bed taking his pants off , you took your panties off. he got back on the bed , grabbing your waist , putting you in the face down ass up position. “so fucking wet.” he grabbed the fat of your ass , spreading your cheeks , his face close to your cunt , spitting on your hole , before licking a stripe up your cunt. “h-haechan , oh my god!” you squealed as he ate your cunt like he was starving.

he inserted a finger into your hole , fingering you as he licked your cunt. “you taste so fucking good , pussy is so fucking sweet , want you to cum on my tongue.” he buried his face in your cunt , slurping up all your juices. “haechan , i’m gonna cum!” you were moaning so loud , haechan was sure he’d get a noise complaint , but he didn’t care at that moment , especially when your little hole was clenching around his tongue , signaling that you were close. “fuck , i’m cumming!”

your legs shook as you came , he drank up all your juices , making sure to clean you up real well , before finally coming up for air. “shit , your pussy taste so good , gonna get addicted to it.” he slapped your ass , you moaned , backing your ass up against his cock. “pl-please fuck me.”

he damn sure wasn’t denying you , pulling his underwear down , his cock springing out , slapping against his stomach. “you ready for my cock?” he rubbed his cock along your folds. “yes.” you whimpered. “please put it in.” you wiggled your ass. “want it so bad.”

he pushed his cock into your hole , holding your waist as he seethed his cock all the way inside your hole. “fucking tight cunt.” he pulled out , slamming back into you. “haechan fuck!” you screamed as he rammed into you , cock stretching you out. “fuck your pussy feels like heaven around my cock.”

he pushed your back deep into a arch , hitting a deeper angle , the ass rippling at the impact of him rutting into you. “look at that ass bouncing against me.” he slapped your ass. “beautiful baby , fucking beautiful.” He groaned. “you were made for me , made for my cock , i knew it the moment i saw you.” he grunted. “i knew only you’d be able to take my fat cock.”

you could barely register what he was saying , your mind on cloud 9. “did i do it? did I fuck you dumb?” he darkly chuckled , he could feel your cunt pulsating around him. “you’re gonna cum , i can feel your pretty pussy tightening around me.” he moaned. “go ahead cum for me.” he slapped your ass. “cum on my fucking cock.”

your mouth fell into a ‘o’ shape , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came , screaming his name. “fuck fuck fuck !” your legs were shaking as he kept slamming into you. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna cum on your back.” his thrust began to falter , his falter , his quickly pulled out , cum shooting from his cock on to your back , all over your ass , dripping down to your cunt.

you fell flat on your stomach , worn out. haechan hovered over your body , heavily breathing taking in the sight of your body. “you look beautiful.” he kissed your shoulder. “took my cock like a champ.”

you had fallen asleep , still covered in his cum , haechan promised to clean you off , and he was , he just wanted to look at his work a little longer. he slowly got up , careful not to wake you , reaching for his trusty polaroid camera – cursing as your phone went off , your body twisting and turning at the noises. he picked up the phone reading the contact ‘lily🤎’ , he sighed , he knew from the very beginning she’d be a problem , he’d have to get rid of her sooner or later.

he turned the ringer off , putting the phone down , picking up the camera. he took a photo of your body from every angle , zooming in on your ass , his cum beginning to harden , he had to be quick. he quickly put the camera away after all the photos developed , he made his way out of the room. “haechan?” your voice groggy , he held the photos behind his back , turning around. “gonna get you a rag to clean you up with , go back to sleep.” you nodded drifting back off.

haechan made his way down the hall , to his special room , unlocking the door , walking inside where he is greeted with the hundreds , maybe thousands of photos of you – eating with friends , at work , coming out of your family home after dinner. his cock getting hard again , as he hung up the photos of you covered and his cum ,hanging up the last photo - the picture he took of you sitting at bar fear evident on your face.

it was because moments before he sent that text about how sexy you looked in that dress.

©LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #nct smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct x female reader #nct x reader #nct fic #nct fanfic #nct dream x reader #nct dream fanfic #nct dream smut #nct dream fics #haechan x reader #haechan fic #haechan smut #haechan imagines #lee haechan x reader #lee haechan smut #haechan scenarios

[rileyslibrary]

Idk if you’re taking commissions rn but if you are.. Can you do one where reader acts as Ghosts weighted blanket after an anxiety attack? I feel like he’d love that xx

I’m glad you asked for the reader to act as Ghost’s weighted blanket instead of the other way around because that would be like being flattened by a road roller. Also, it is good to note that anxiety attacks are not the same as panic attacks. Yes, they do have some similarities, but they differ. This story is about Ghost having an anxiety attack, so bear that in mind.

And let’s be clear here: he would never explicitly ask you to do such a thing.

Never.

In fact, he would never ask you to do anything that would need you to be physically attached to him, neither from the front nor back. And his anxiety, if he ever suffers from it—which I’m sure he does because, come on, who doesn’t in our times, plus it is mentioned in the comics—he can cover it pretty well.

But it takes one to know one, right? You’ve had your fair share of anxiety attacks; you know they are not sudden or obvious. Instead, they develop slowly, gradually. That sense of general unease lingers, haunting him for weeks, even months. He doesn’t start trembling or shaking out of nowhere. This one is subtle but constant, like a leaky faucet that drips every few seconds. He feels restless and triggered by something vague that he can’t understand himself. All. The. Time.

He knows what a panic attack is; he experienced it multiple times before, mainly due to the nature of his work. But an anxiety attack? To a soldier who associated the word “attack” with something swift, sudden and imminent? There’s no such thing as an anxiety attack to him.

No.

He doesn’t comprehend this constant need to stay in control, why he’s always tense, his inability to take a full, deep breath. To him, that’s just how his body functions. Relaxation has been a foreign concept since childhood, so he’s normalised it. And he learned how to bear these symptoms instead of understanding what triggers them and learning how to alleviate them.

You’ve observed the pattern; he tends to become like that a few months before a mission, so you were able to put one and one together.

And one day, you find him lying face-down on the bed. Something prompts you, and you crawl on top of him. He shifts and asks you, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing”. Maybe he even tries to stand up while you are on his back, and you ask him to trust you; he’ll see.

He’s hesitant but obeys, though he’s more alert than ever now. You settle on top of him; he feels like he’s carved from wood, but not because of his physique. He’s tense. Stiff. Rigid. He’s afraid to let go. He holds his breath. His palms are pressed into the mattress beside his chest, ready to spring into a burpee and launch you back to where you came from.

Yet he doesn’t do it. Slowly his muscles relax under your body, and you feel him gradually—though clumsily—release tension in each body part; his legs, back, and then his shoulders. He finally lets go of the breath he’s been holding, replaced by a long exhale, his first in months. He places his hands on the sides of his body and lets out a repressed chuckle.

You ask him why he’s laughing, and he asks you to turn your face away because you are breathing into his ear. You comply.

With you not watching, he can finally close his eyes now. Good.

But even Ghost can take so much weight. Or so much intimacy. After a while, he snaps out of it, and he wriggles out from under you, letting you fall on the mattress, muttering a brief “Enough.” He doesn’t thank you for anything. What did you really do? Yes, he feels a little lighter, and his mind is clearer, but all you did was rest on him. That’s all. No need to thank you for that.

He needs it, though. Again and again. No, he doesn’t need you, of course. No, silly. He craves that sensation again—letting go. So whenever he feels overwhelmed, he awkwardly gestures toward his back and asks you sternly to “do that thing”. And you try to suppress your laughter and obey his command.

And slowly, just like his anxiety attacks come and go, he realises that it’s not just your weight on top of him that soothes him. It’s you, your will to make him feel better, your heart beating against his back, your form attached to him that makes all this chaos in the world feel a little bit more manageable than before.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x gn!reader #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley fic #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #call of duty #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #ghost cod mwii

[hunnieknight]

"Living in My Head Rent Free"(+Art)

Anemo Boys and what do they fill your head with. The anemo men as your braincells.

Modern AU, established relationship, gender-neutral reader, suggestive mentioned, fluff.

Note : Lazy ahh drawing

Venti

His living in your head would fill your mind with comfort songs. He makes you hum a melody out of nowhere. There will always be the calm voice to comfort you during stress or such. But, he is the procrastinating brain cell, often telling you "can be finished tomorrow", it will be like that until you get caught up with mountains of work. He is also responsible to create distracting sex ideas or recalling the good night you guys spent together.

However, despite everything, whenever you feel down, just thinking about him will always reminds you that you are loved. Even if Venti isn't there, he is already embedded into your brain to make sure he is loving you always, whereever and whenever you are.

Kazuha

With him living in your head, you will never ran out of self-love. Your mind will be filled with optimism and positive thoughts. The world will seems bright and beautiful, inviting you to explore it. Taking a liking into poet and art, but you will mostly read something and goes "reminds me of him". The mind will be at ease at all times, with the meditation Kazuha always teach you.

He is also the reason you can't stay in one place. Kazuha loves to travels and that trait of his also rubbed off on you. Your feet seems tired if you stay in one place too long, prefers to take a walk outside and soaking in the nature.

Heizou

You will mostly go with intuition or gut feelings, discarding your emotion sometimes. Because Heizou often brings you exploring mysteries, you get a kick out of wandering and discovering new areas. All those explorations also make you prone to napping quickly, which your boyfriend doesn't mind. Since he works under Sara as a detective, he developed kinky stuff; fluffy handcuff, police-criminal role-play, maybe whip? A little bit of punishment won't do harm right? With your content of course. As a brain cell, he is an actual working brain cell working with your intuition.

Working with guts feeling has its downside too. Others may think you dismiss the feelings of other people, like how you preferred to stay behind instead of going on rides because your gut feeling says no; or where you avoid new people that your guts think are bad people. Having pride in your instinct will also makes you a bit stubborn, won't help that Heizou is also a stubborn man, you both may bicker but Heizou is also an emotionally intellectual person, knowing how to meet each other's needs whilst also not dismissing the other's wants. Though, he is really smooth with his words to woo you and can see you like an open book.

Xiao

Oh, you obviously will be more active at night. Xiao often works at night through his laptop in his dark room, slowly you grow accustomed to being in the dimly lit room, accompanying Xiao in the comforting silence. You also take a liking to sleeveless outfits and dark-coloured outfits, plus dark face masks. Xiao made you really comfortable with being alone but not lonely, being by yourself does not mean you have nothing, something solitude is needed.

However, being alone for most of the time made Xiao to be filled with anxiety when meeting people, which indirectly makes you worried about him. But it is kinda cute seeing him stick to you in public places for comfort.

Aether

What a heroic man, isn't he? Helping people who need his power, being a kind-hearted young man, and being selfless...sometimes though. He can stand his ground and wouldn't hesitate to resist and refuse when he wanted to. This sunshine taught you to be independent, travelling around the world where everything is new make you rely on your power and knowledge. Your relationship consists of "self-sufficient" love, so when one of you is needy and clingy is such a rare moment. During this, usually, you both just do self-care with each other, making salad; exercising together; or doing hair care. He takes pride in his long silky golden hair and you love playing with his hair. Taking a bath together can be an hour from playing and washing his hair while having a little chat, bet your fingers are wrinkly from the water.

His golden hair gives the illusion of sunshine, being the one giving its light to shine on people's dark paths. Aether is always happy to help you through your dark times, holding your hands and always assuring you both can get through this together, implying he will always be there for you.

Wanderer

"That guy is annoying, you know if we stab him-"

"NO"

#hunniedraw #6reeze #venti x reader #heizou x reader #kazuha x reader #wanderer x reader #aether x reader #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader #imaginedraw #genshin impact imagines #genshin x you #genshin x reader

[callme-darling]

Please imagine asking Attorney Vincent Renzi for help after his successful case, begging him to represent you in court and that you're willing to pay with any means he wants just for him to take your case🥺 💦

anon YOUR MIND !!!!!

ok but i can see this being a hidden fantasy of his🫢 like not so much something that he’d genuinely go for in his career, but in the bedroom, as some sort of roleplay? oh my god yes. (please note: this got away from me and i couldn’t stop thinking about vincent being confident and teasing and aidnjsnsjdn)

any means

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, vincent x fem reader, coercion (?)—not really, but idk what else to call it, dom vincent, whole lotta flirting and teasing (my fav), some thigh riding/grinding, not proofread

vincent comes home after a successful case—a major one at that, so it’s a huge win for his public image. but for whatever reason, he just can’t seem to relax. maybe it’s from spending the past four months in a near constant state of stress, or maybe it’s the lingering anxiety of the next case, and the next case, and the next case.

whatever it is, it has him sat at the dining table with his head in his hands. his shoulders are tense and you can tell he’s in his head, undoubtedly plagued with overthinking.

you walk up quietly behind him, the house suspended in a tranquil stillness as the hours dip into the late evening. from behind him, you softly place your hands on his shoulders, the lean muscles flexing slightly under your touch. with the diligence of quiet devotion, you work the tightness from his neck and shoulders, fingers soothing the ache before slowly trailing down the front of his chest. you lean more into him, your chest against his shoulders as you bring your lips to his ear. your voice is gentle, a playful lilt in your tone:

“what’s wrong, mon cœur?”

his shoulders rise slightly as he inhales, his palms falling from his face with a sigh. from your angle, you admire as he rubs a hand down his face, his high cheekbones made more prominent as he sucks in his cheeks a bit—a habit that alerted you of his stress.

you wait for him to reply. your hands come back up to massage the nape of his neck, and you can’t help but want to try and find some way to make him feel better.

“i can’t help but think of what’s going to be next. we won this one, but i want to win the next one too, and the one after that, and the one after that…” he sighs again. “i’m tired, but i feel like i should be preparing.”

“for what?”

“i’m not even sure.” he runs a hand through his silver hair, and you catch the way his eyes glow in the dim light of the lamp. “but it feels like a waste to simply sit here and wait.”

you keep your voice soft and your touch even softer as you continue massaging up his neck, your fingers gently combing through the hair at the back of his scalp. “rest and relaxation are part of your job too. you can’t work well if you don’t have balance.”

you watch as he closes his eyes, leaning back slightly into your touch. he has a faint smile on his face.

you quirk a brow, a small grin tugging at the corner of your own lips. “what’s so funny?”

“hm?”

“you’re smiling.”

at that, his smile broadens and you can see the faintest bit of a toothy grin starting to break out. he shifts so that he can bring his arm behind your waist and pull you to stand at his side. vincent turns in his seat to face you, his eyes smiling gently up at you. “i just had a thought, that’s all.”

“what kind of thought?”

“i thought of something that would combine both work and relaxation.”

you tilt your head slightly, an inquisitive expression on your face. “wouldn’t that be counterproductive?”

“you haven’t even heard what it is yet.”

you shake your head a little with a snake roll of your eyes, smile biting at your lips. “okay, fine, what’s this idea of yours?”

you can tell he was proud of whatever it was, from the way his eyes shone and smile was full of confidence. his hand on your waist fell to your hip while his other hand fell to your thigh, his fingers tracing small nonsensical shapes across the skin.

he seemed to pause for a moment, eyes peering into yours with a mischief you hadn’t seen in a few months. the look had your stomach submerged in a pool of heat almost instantly.

his voice was lower now, only by a fraction, but the minute difference meant all that much more to you. “i just thought what it would be like if you were my client.” he watched you as he spoke, undoubtedly noticing the way your thighs twitches under his fingers.

you lick your lips quickly as you gather your thoughts, cheeks beginning to flush as the temperature in the room shifted, but you willed yourself to match his confidence. you stepped even closer into his space, one leg positioned between his as he remained in his chair, eyes glimmering up at you.

“oh? and if i was your client… would you represent me for free then?”

he chuckled, and you had to hold your breath to keep composure. “oh darling, i’m no charity worker. even a pretty girl like you would have to pay.”

your hand is in his hair, playing with a few strands of the soft silver, tugging only a teasing fraction as you speak, “and if i have no money?”

his hands both made their way to the back of your thighs, cupping the skin just below your ass, his fingers lightly gripping the plush skin. “then i suppose you’d have to find another, suitable form of payment.”

you could feel the heat emanating from your core from only a few minutes of flirting, but there was no denying the effect he had on you.

you bring another strand of hair between your fingers, angling his head back slightly as you made a face of rumination, bottom lip pulled gently between your teeth. if you were going to play this game, you were going to play it to make sure he won, no matter the depravity of your words.

“the great attorney vincent renzi…” you bring your face to hover a couple inches above his. “how could i ever get such a great man to support me?..” you let your lips ghost over his.

“flattery would get you nowhere.” you could feel his lips twitch into a smirk as his eyes watched yours intently.

you give him a faux pout, still nose to nose, his grip on your thighs tightening ever so slightly.

“but i would do anything to have the most handsome counselor of france represent my case.”

“anything?”

“anything.” your voice was barely above a whisper, the heat radiating off your entire body was near oppressive. “anything maître vincent renzi wanted.”

“such as?”

the octave of his voice had your brain short circuiting, and it took everything in your willpower not to clench your thighs right in front of him, under his attentive touch.

“if you wanted to touch me, i’d let you touch me anywhere. if you wanted me on my knees, i’d stay there for hours.” you swallow, breath stuttering softly as excitement tingled down your spine. “however and whenever, you’d want to use me, i would let you.”

vincent seemed pleased with that answer. he was leaned back slightly still, his posture slouched a bit as he relaxed more into the chair, his hips closer to your legs as he brought a hand to his mouth as if to strike of pose of mock contemplation.

“is that so… i suppose i may accept such an offer, however…”

you hold your breath. “however?”

he sits up again, his face directly in front of your chest, both hands on the back of your thighs again. he stares up at you, piercing blue eyes silently challenging you. “you don’t seem very convincing.”

you bite back a whine at his damn composure. feeling your neediness build up, you finally say fuck it and take hold of one of his hands from your thigh and bring the palm to your chest. your knee kneels on the chair between his thighs as you lean over him.

the wrist in your palm flexes slightly as he teasingly gropes at your chest, just enough to make you pull your lip between your teeth.

“is this supposed to convince me?”

the cool vibrato of his voice had your thighs clenching together. “please vincent.” you whisper, voice breathy and bordering on a pathetic whine.

he only chuckles, hand gripping onto your breast more firmly as his other hand pulls your waist closer so that you’re straddling his thigh. his touch his mindful now as he deliberately pushes the fabric of your bra aside, his fingers quickly finding your nipple and rubbing it over your shirt.

“tell me, would you really become so desperate as to let me take advantage of you like that?”

maybe it was the way he so easily took control of you, or maybe it was the look in his eyes, or the diligence of his touch, but you knew without a doubt you were not above letting him fuck you for compensation if it would be like this.

“yes,” your answer was breathless, nearly moaning. you felt him flex his thigh under your pussy, “fuck- yes. i’d let you use me just like this.”

you noticed how his chest rose and fall with bated breaths, his hand on your hip slowly encouraging you to rock your hips along his jean clad thigh. as you begin to rock your slick core over his jeans, you felt his words warm against the side of your face, his lips tracing the shell of your ear.

“such a pretty girl like you… who thought you could be so dirty—practically selling your body.” your breath shuddered as he began to trail love bites down the side of your neck. “would you do this for just any kind of services? would you let the mechanic fuck you for free maintenance? or the professor for good grades?”

you grind your aching clit against the muscle of his thigh, whimpering as he bit marks into your sensitive skin. “n-no.. no, only you.”

“only me?” he pulled his face away from your neck and brought a hand to your chin, his fingers holding it as he studied your expression.

his eyes flicked from your half lidded eyes to the flush of your cheeks before finally landing on your bite-swollen lips, blushed a pretty pink from your teeth. the pad of his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, pulling it to the side gently.

“suppose if it’s only for me, i’d accept such an offer.” he pulled your chin so your head was angled down slightly. his eyes met yours again, his pupils blown. “so go ahead and show me what this good girl would do for me in return.”

#ꕤ ₊˚✧ mailbox . #♱₊˚✧ filth . #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #anatomie d'une chute #anatomy of a fall vincent #vincent renzi #vincent renzi smut

[bunnysbrainrot]

Our Little Secret

Relationship: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Content: EXPLICIT sexual scenes, unprotected sexual acts, daddy kink, cum kink (Joel leaves a lovely surprise in your underwear), degrading language, dirty talk. ANGST (for once), but a lil' treat at the end

Summary: Knowing your impatience between your intimate encounters, Joel gives you a sweet reminder of who belongs between those thighs of yours.

“He’s such a fucking asshole-“

Joel gives you a pleading look. You’d been pacing around his living room before you’d almost exhausted yourself. But of course, you added more fuel to your own fire, now talking in tireless circles, for both of you.

A hand splays on your lower back, “Honey, it’s only temporary. The summer is gonna be over soon-“

“Exactly!” Your voice is louder than expected - hot and angry. “The summer has been the only time I’m able to spend with you, and now I won’t be able to see you… at all.”

The way your voice fades breaks something in Joel’s chest. This was it. The end of this forbidden love affair.

Your father had enforced a strict curfew, without much explanation, either. It was set for 10 p.m.. When you demanded his reasoning at the time, it was because of an increase of crime, yet a twinge or paranoia remained. Maybe he found out.

Maybe he already knew.

But if he did, surely he would never let you within 5 feet of Joel on your own. He wouldn’t trust him as must as he did, even still. Joel had his own key, and your dad’s eyes crinkle when he smiles at his best friend.

Your tantrum could be your dead giveaway.

Joel wordlessly tugs you to his chest. A kiss presses against the crown of your head. Your anger twists your gut, but you know Joel is simply trying to relieve you of this stress.

You sigh deeply into his chest. Joel threads his fingers through your hair, “Let it out, baby girl.”

After all, Joel was easily to blame for this. He had been too affectionate with you, he cursed at himself. Made you fall for him with his doting. Made you lust after him from the first text. And here you were, torn apart with a guilt he could’ve prevented. You were off limits, but something in him broke when you looked his way.

Somehow, no tears form. A lesson you’d learned being with Joel is that there were risks, but also, you could work around the obstacles.

“Just tell me what you need, baby girl.”

In case this really was the end, you let your senses take over.

Your lips form a trail from his chest to his collarbone, skittering across the rugged, tanned skin. Joel groans when your tongue joins in, meandering up his neck. He leans into your touch to grant you further access. Neither of you need words. Not anymore.

It ached as a sickly reminder of how close you’d become.

“Baby, your curfew is soon.”

You pause to scowl at him. His expression softens, but a certain part of him is anything but.

He speaks slowly, “This is the first night. It wouldn’t help our chances if you went ahead and broke it.”

A brief standoff ends with tentative, hovering touches. You remind yourself to be grateful for every caress and grab, to go back through the memories of his hands. And oh, how they’ve wandered.

You nod, returning to his jaw, “What do we do, then?”

Joel lets out a gruff moan that thunders through your core. Despite the anger and anxieties, a familiar wetness works through your folds. It grows too much to keep to yourself.

A desperate move, but you grip Joel’s hand and tug it toward the waistband of your bottoms, plunging his fingers toward your needy cunt.

“Sweetheart-“ mutters Joel.

“Give me something to remember. Joel, please, don’t let me forget you.”

Warmth envelops his fingers quickly. That sweet wetness you always delivered could drive any man mad. A single touch has you mewling into his neck, but Joel is slow to take the lead.

Your saliva slicks his neck as you release a wanton moan; Joel takes it in - your shaky breaths, your trembling legs, your soaked cunt ready for his use. Even still, Joel knows the wiser, and swallows the bitter pill that this can't last long.

The exchanges are hurried, though justifiably so, but the pace increases your worry. Minutes have passed with hardly more than his thumb gliding across your needy clit. You buck your hips onto his hand, urging him to be a bit more engaged. He seems to be holding back now more than ever.

Usually you could spur things along, pull the right strings, and push the right buttons to have this man crumbling in minutes. But his averted gaze and hesitant lips spike worry in your gut.

"Joel?" you ask, grazing your lips over the shell of his ear, "Is this... not what you wanted?"

You voice is far away and sheepish. Even after all this time with Joel, you thought you'd matured since your... 'involvement', but here you were.

Scared. Needing approval.

Worried you'll disappoint him in your naivety.

Perhaps Joel was finally starting to see that this could never work. But your body craved his touch, and your mind craved his humor and conversation. Your heart longed for his presence, his attention, his love.

Just like now. Your hips grind onto his rough fingers, trailing them between your slick folds until they begin to glide with ease. Thoughts race a mile a minute despite your silence.

Silently, you hope that Joel is doing the same.

He slows his movements, and cranes his head back to see you fully. A dim lamp in the corner casts a golden halo around his salt-and-pepper hair. It cusps over his cheekbones and lead down to his gently bitten lips, much to your credit.

Time slows its movement, and for a split second you're contentedly frozen. A soft smile tugs at Joel's lips. Your breath hitches in your throat, like the first time you'd kissed. Fuck, you'd been so nervous.

You later found out that Joel had felt those same nerves. It helped to know that you weren't just some 'novice' because he was older.

Joel breaks the silence first, pulling you from your stupor, "You with me, babydoll?"

Meeting his eyes, you give him a sure nod. Joel's highest priority is to fulfill your request: To give you something to remember.

A knowing smirk pulls his mouth to the side, making you freeze in anticipation. Joel swiftly reaches toward his belt buckle, fiddling with the clinking metal until he unsheathes his leather belt, snaking it around his hips until he casts it to the ground.

Some freedom.

"What are you doing, Joel?" you prod.

His sharp stare stills you. The grip on your waist constricts you close to him.

"What's goin' on with this 'Joel' bullshit? Last I remember, you call me somethin' waaay different."

What's the point of that anymore, though? It's over. Right?

A beat passes. Joel raises an eyebrow, eyes never straying from your reddened face.

Ah, what the hell.

Warmth fills you again, your gaze is sickly sweet with adoration for the man you'd admired most. Your shift switches the gears for Joel - his gaze softens, though his grip is just as firm.

Joel warns you, "This ain't the last time you're seein' me, honey bunch, but I'm not leavin' you empty handed."

An eagerness swells in your chest at his words. You quickly reach for the top of his jeans, tugging away at the button and zipper. Joel rests his hand atop yours to bring your attention back. Like the sweet, submissive thing you were, with that intoxicating doe-eyed look.

"We don't got time to undress," he whispers. A twinge of regret is in his tone. "Not this time, baby. I'm sorry."

"Then, wha-" you cut off. Joel guides your hand past the elastic of his boxers through the shorts, and finally met with his cock. The length twitches at your gingerly touch as if in a silent greeting. One instructed movement has you moving in a frenzy.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Joel's, previously occupied, fingers begin to stroke circles along your clit, and your soft cries return.

Each digit is calloused after years of projects, fix-ups, and good old hard labor. There was a roughness that most girls would avoid, but Joel's hands would have you unravelling in mere minutes.

You roll your hips with each swirl of his wrist, trying to hit the mark that would tighten the coil in your belly. Pressed against you, Joel's cock does not go ignored - your hand grips his shaft greedily; the pressure from your teasing hands brings a moan out of Joel.

"I'm gonna give you somethin' real nice this time. Okay, sugar?" His voice is slow, flowing honey, beckoning you to follow his word, for him to guide you like always.

A lilting moan falls past your lips and into Joel's neck; you feel his cheeks move with a knowing smile. He has you precisely where he wants you.

You strain, "Fuck... Daddy, you're gonna make- make me c-" A few quick flicks across your throbbing clit tears the words from you, replacing any words with a series of delicate, drawn-out whines.

It's the first time you said it this time. And fuck, Joel thought he would have to beg you to say it. It was then that he realized that just as much was at stake for him - that he could have everything you built together ripped away, and all because of a stupid fucking curfew. Seeing you, outside of the occasional dinner with your family, was going to be harshly limited.

Pretending that this doesn't affect him is the ultimate folly of Joel Miller. Despite his rugged personality, he put his heart into everything, and everyone.

It had been something Joel avoided. For him, Joel was able to lose himself in his daily life with the same expectation of seeing you. If the cycle continued, and if summer never ended, and if he did the same morning routine, maybe things wouldn't have to change.

Maybe you wouldn't have to leave.

A few swipes of Joel's thumb sends you over the edge of bliss. You close your eyes, met with flashes of color as the sensations wash over you. Joel winces at the dig of your fingernails in his shoulder.

You laugh, "Oh, come on. I've scratched you harder than that before, pussy."

"You really wanna waste your time snappin' at me?"

Joel's fingers work their way through your folds, toying absentmindedly with your aching hole and sore clit. Your cries fall on deaf ears. He has to give you what you asked for.

His hips buck on their own instinct, jutting into your hand, keeping his thick length occupied with fervor.

"Keep it up, sweetheart," coos Joel. His hands find the top of your pants, hooking his fingers in the waistband and tugging them downward, just above your knees. Another swift go discards your underwear, exposing your soaked cunt to the cold air.

Your panties are bound around the middle of your thighs, trembling together in the wake of your climax. Joel glances downward at your bare pussy, admiring the way your slick now covered every exposed inch of your soft skin.

A kiss presses against your temple, "Look at me, babydoll. Look at Daddy."

Like a moth to a flame, your eyes snap to his, and you witness him begin to crumble. Melting as easy as butter under your spell.

It's exactly what he needs to keep on. Joel joins a hand of his own with yours, working together along his length, until he eventually sets his own pace, leaving you in the dust.

Ever the slut for him, you slip a hand between your thighs, and place a finger on your neglected clit, tracing slow circles across your pearl. That alone is enough to sputter Joel's hips in his hand, eagerly fucking his fist at the sight of you.

Thick fingers grip into your hair, pressing you flush against Joel's cheek, where you could hear him perfectly when he uttered those last few words.

"Y'want somethin' to remember me by? I can show you what you'll be missin'," Joel breathes.

He forces a thigh between your legs, prying them apart to expose your panties, already soiled with a pool of your own slick. A wicked grin flashes on Joel's face, happy to add to the mess.

He takes in everything - your shaky breaths, the lewd sounds of you teasing your precious core, the way your fingers shine with your slick, your pure lust. It's enough to send him over the edge, though he swore in that moment, if he could redo this night, he would do it right next time.

Your name is barely past his lips when Joel grips the base of his cock, aiming himself at the middle of your tainted underwear. Ropes of warm, thick cum spurt across the fabric, on your thighs, on the outside of your needy pussy. A generous amount coats the fabric, surely enough to feel a bit uncomfortable, but it's your own way to keep Joel with you, your dirty little secret.

His teeth catch your earlobe, drawing out a soft whimper.

Joel mutters, "Is that good enough for ya, dirty girl?"

Heat pools between your thighs at his words, though you know they may be the last of the night. You give your best attempt of holding things together when Joel moves to work your panties back up your thighs.

Fitting them snugly to you, Joel brings a hand to your front, meandering down to your core, and presses a finger against your slit, mixing his own release into your folds.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders once again, erupting a low groan from your lover.

Reluctantly, Joel pulls his hand away and works on your bottoms, tugging them up your calves, to your thighs, and finally situating them at your waist. And finally, the silence falls. That same deafening sensation when something has to give, and no one wants to be the first to back down.

"I should probably go," you mutter, pressed against his heaving chest. Needless to say it was the last thing Joel needed to hear after his high.

He doesn't nod in agreement like you'd expected. He doesn't utter a word, let alone move from where he's holding you. If he moves, it's over, really over.

And if you move, he knows you're leaving.

"I love you."

The words were gentle, but wary, like a secret that had been tearing someone apart for a lifetime. As if they'd been held back as a means to stay protected.

You couldn't move. You didn't dare to breathe, just to make sure you'd heard it correctly.

But there wasn't much point in asking. Joel Miller was already a hard old bastard who couldn't open up, the odds of him repeating those words were slim to none.

And so, you smiled.

Even though tears prick your eyes, pool, and fall down your cheeks, you smile.

And through the voice cracks and shaky breath, you answer his call, "I love you, too."

Moments later, you're settled and ready to head home before your curfew, with a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. You face down the front door, as if silently begging yourself to leave it closed.

Things can... will change. This won't be our last time together. It can't be.

"Headin' out, honey bunch?" Joel's accent floods over you like an embrace. Somehow, his sweet voice delivers a fresh dose of pain.

You look over your shoulder to him, pushing yourself to give him a slight smile, and you nod.

It could've been for the better that you left without an official 'goodbye', and that Joel didn't hug you before you left, like he'd done on other nights. You knew his reasons. Hell, you would've probably done the same.

Pulling out your phone, you notice the feeling between your thighs as you walk, and a wicked smile spreads on your lips. You idly scroll through notifications while you reel over the encounter, of what you would do later this evening, using Joel's sweet parting gift for your own greed.

And you have every intention to tell Joel exactly what you'll do.

After all, less time fucking means more time teasing. And Joel Miller could be in for a world of trouble.

Hi everyone! I'm back to writing! I hope you enjoyed this lil fic, I'm sorry if it's not the best, I might have gotten a little rusty :')

thank you all for standing by me as i get back into the groove of things, i love you <3

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mahito ⊰ thirst

cw: slight mind break, belly bulge, sadism, forced penetration. invisible sex? (18+), afab reader.

the fascination of curses existing in this world really made you wonder.

by all means, you can’t see or touch them since they're practically invisible—naked to the human eye, but that doesn't mean you couldn't feel them.

it was weird however, you had an odd feeling everytime you entered your lone apartment after work, you would always sense this heavy aura surrounding the air. it would sometimes stay in an area you're always in, may it be the living room or the bedroom.

it's not like you had a stalker of some sort, not that you knew anyone in this area anyway. your observation skills helped you along the way, positively at most.

feeling tired and lethargic, you strip your work clothes off your body and toss them into the laundry bin, your pencil skirt and socks go in next.

there it is again, that weird sensation of feeling that you're being watched. you're not really sure if it's from a far away place or a close range, but you can feel it—heavily breathing down your neck.

flinching, you shriek back alarmed. your skin arising with goosebumps while your eyes dart for any suspicious movements in the still air of your room.

with a deep frown and anxiety building up in your chest, you gather yourself by going into the bathroom instead. a shower could chase this awful feeling away—maybe you were just tired from work.

quickly turning on the hot water, you fill the tub up with soap and you go in foot first, before sinking your whole body into it.

your muscles immediately relaxed and your shoulders sunk on its own.

after what seemed to be minutes, there was the sound of the door creaking.

ears alert, you immediately open your eyes to see if there's anything in front of you. confused with frustration, you move your body up to have a better look— but still, nothing.

“w-who’s..there..?” you question, although deeming yourself crazy as there is absolutely no one in sight.

“don’t play with me! fuck! come out!” you really didn't know what caused you to yell out at basically nothing, but what if there is something? what if there really was something and you have nothing to defend yourself with?

all of a sudden, there's a dip in the water. you watched it unfold with your own two eyes, not taking your irises off the heavy splash the thing made as water washed all over you.

you scramble to get out of the bath, not thinking twice about putting on a towel or not, you needed to get out of here.

a cold shape of a hand grabs at your ankle, your body slipping and falling onto the tiled floor.

yelping with shock, you try to fling your ankle free by shaking it rapidly, but to no avail.

“w-what are you?!” you're crying now, you felt tears sting your eyes as you cried out in fear.

there is a ghost of much bigger hands grasping your hips pulling your ass up in the air.

your puckered hole gaping and clenched around nothing while your tits lay flat on the cold tiled floor.

hyperventilating, you sobbed quietly under the unknown weight on your back.

it's fingers ghosting over your wet thighs as it licks and laps in between your folds.

you think it's a tongue. with how slimy and soft it feels against your pussy.

you whimper as you feel two more fingers spreading your folds apart, pads of it's fingers rubbing circular motions while you gasp out soft moans.

“stop..” your voice goes unnoticed and practically ignored as you felt an increasing pace of it's fingers now knuckle deep into your cunt, the bones growing longer and slowly elongates inside you.

squirming, you squeeze around its massive fingers, until eventually you're creaming around it, your orgasm hits you like a wave and the feeling of collapsing seemed like heaven right now.

however the feeling of relief was short-lived as you felt an even bigger intrusion that hit your inner thigh.

the shape of it feels uncanny, the overly bulbous head attached onto a thick dick before mahito rubbed the tip between your hot cunt to cover it in your cum.

without time to react, it's fat cock slammed into you without warning, which earned a forced moan out of you.

you involuntary arch your ass up as he ruined you from behind, rocking his hips as you drooled over your own floor. your lower belly shaping into the fat head of his cock, making you feel bloated and full.

his dick kissed your cervix as you numbly nod at the sensation of the new raw skin inside you.

mahito's hips go unrelenting as he slammed into you once more, his sick eyes shamelessly watching as his thick semen oozed out of your red and puckered pussy like slime.

with tired eyes and a stuffed nose, your limbs turn into jelly before passing out on the floor.

mahito traces long lines idly over your cold wet skin before he carries your unconscious form back to your bedroom, not bothering to throw a towel on you.

he took this as a sign of opportunity, with your tits bouncing with every gleeful step he makes, he drops your body on the bed and hovers over you.

his big hand wraps itself around your throat as mahito squeezes experimentally around the soft flesh of your neck.

he has found a docile and perfect toy for him to use and play with, why stop now?

#mahito x reader #mahito smut #mahito glazing #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk mahito #mahito

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Hey, happy new year! Love your Elijah fics. Maybe you could do one where he turns off his humanity and the reader gets him to turn it back on again. :)

Cold Truth

{Masterlist}

You and Klaus are on a mission to turn Elijah's humanity switch back on. The only problem is that you are the reason he turned it off in the first place.

~♡♡ Thanks for the request @originals23 - this one hurt! ♡♡~

4.3k words - Warnings: no smut, but so much angst, dramatic as fuck, violence, kidnapping, Klaus being Klaus, slightly spicy right at the end.

The air was thick with tension as you struggled in your restraints, glancing at Klaus as he drove down an empty street. He was humming to himself, looking very relaxed despite the fact that he was holding you hostage.

"I still don't understand what this has to do with me," you muttered, tugging on the cuffs that were binding your hands together. "We broke up, it's not a big deal," you added.

"Well, it seems to be a big deal to him," Klaus said, shooting you a knowing smirk. "And it's been affecting my life, so now it's a big deal to me."

You sighed and stared out the window, watching the scenery blur as you moved through the town. You didn't want to tell Klaus the details of your break up with Elijah, it was all too painful. But here you were, getting kidnapped by him, on your way to see Elijah, probably about to get murdered by the man you still loved. Great. 

"It won't work you know," you said, staring blankly out the windshield, feeling that little bit of hope in your chest die out. 

"I get that he doesn't have emotions anymore," you continued, "so he definitely doesn't care about you. Whatever little plan you have going, won't work." You sounded desperate to even your own ears, and you hated it, but at least Elijah's lack of feelings gave you an excuse not to be a complete mess when you were in his presence again. He wouldn't care, he was devoid of compassion and guilt. The thought filled your heart with an emptiness that spread to the rest of your body. You let the feeling encompass you, numbing yourself against the pain, because once this ordeal was over, you would be forced to finally accept that Elijah was really, truly, lost forever.

Klaus laughed and turned, shooting you a smirk. "I've done my fair share of terrible things," he began.

"But," he sighed and stopped laughing, "even I can see what a complete shit show this is. You broke up with him a week ago, and he flipped the switch immediately. This whole thing has been dramatic, even for my tastes."

"Oh please," you sneered, turning to glare at him. "You live for drama," you said, rolling your eyes.

Klaus snickered, shaking his head as if it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Yes, well, as fun as this has been, there's only so much of it I can take."

You huffed and sighed, slumping in your seat as the light turned green. You turned away from him and tried not to let your anxiety show.

"Look," Klaus began, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "I'm going to be straight with you, love. Your break up with Elijah has been, inconvenient, to put it simply. He no longer cares about my well-being or the things I do. All he wants to do is feed, kill, drink and maim. I thought I would enjoy this side of him, but it turns out, the guy's a bloody asshole. And since you might have the ability to bring him out of this mess, it's in my best interest to try and help you."

You turned your head slowly, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "You sure do have a way of showing it. Kidnapping is pretty terrible Klaus. Do you have any idea how scared I am right now? Not only have you kidnapped me, you are forcing me to confront my ex-boyfriend after I dumped him."

"I've done plenty to upset Elijah, but he's never flipped the switch over it. What exactly did you do to him?" Klaus demanded. He leaned closer to you, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he parked the car. "I'd suggest you start talking, sweetheart," he drawled, giving you a pointed look.

You bit your lip nervously, breaking under his intense gaze. Your shoulders dropped in defeat and you looked at your lap, chewing the inside of your cheek. You told him the truth, finally letting someone in on the secret you had kept from everyone.

"I told him that I didn't love him anymore, okay? I don't know," you trailed off, tears threatening to escape your eyes. "Look, I just, I needed to tell him something and that seemed easier than telling him the truth."

"So what's the truth?" Klaus asked gently. You couldn't bear to look him in the eye, so you stayed still and stayed quiet, trying to ignore the sound of blood rushing in your ears as you fought the urge to cry. After a few seconds, Klaus said your name softly, and when you looked up at him, there was genuine sympathy in his eyes.

You swallowed, trying to get ahold of yourself before you fell apart completely. "I want children, Klaus," you admitted. "And he can't give them to me. But it's okay, we broke up, and I'm fine." You were most definitely not fine, but that was beside the point. You finally confessed the truth, and felt a small bit of relief.

"Oh," he said. "Do you not want to adopt? Wouldn't surrogacy be an option? I can make a phone call and have a baby delivered to your door by tomorrow," he offered. You laughed, appreciating his attempts to make you feel better.

"No, Klaus. I'm sorry. I appreciate you trying, really I do," you said, giving him a sincere smile. "I want to have his child, and that is... well... impossible," you sighed.

There was a moment of silence, and you wondered what he was thinking. Klaus could be a lot of things, but you could tell he truly loved his siblings, no matter how much he claimed otherwise. His devotion was almost as intense as Elijah's and fear bubbled up in your stomach, knowing you were now in the crossfire of his affections for his older brother.

"You aren't still in love with him, are you?" Klaus asked. You felt your insides tremble at the mere mention of Elijah, but it wasn't enough to make your heart skip a beat or your head swirl. All you could feel was sorrow, because you knew how painful it would be to see him again. To be near him, but unable to touch him.

Klaus tilted his head, waiting for your answer. When he didn't get one, he asked again. "Answer the question, love," he said.

"Of course I still love him," you mumbled. "How could I not? I will always love him." You chuckled sadly, shaking your head and shrugging. 

"Good, that will make this easier," Klaus said cheerfully, not sure how to react as he began fiddling with the radio station.

"He's going to kill me Klaus," you said, your voice flat and emotionless. "You're dragging me to him, and he's going to torture me or compel me into doing something bad and then when he's finished, he's going to kill me."

"Yes, possibly," Klaus agreed. "However, you could also bring him back and thus make my life a bit easier."

"We can only hope," you sighed. Klaus started driving towards the docks and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to control the terror building within you.

"Klaus, where are we going?" you asked warily, looking around.

"Well, my dear brother isn't answering his phone, so I'm tracking it instead," he said, gritting his teeth as he continued driving.

"Can we please just leave him alone?" you begged, but he didn't seem to hear you.

"Please," you added. "I'm begging you, Klaus. Don't torture me like this, I'm not strong enough to lose him twice."

"I really don't care how you feel about this, darling," he said, reaching a hand up and patting your head, before returning it to the steering wheel. "But don't worry, I promise I won't let him kill you."

You would have responded, but Klaus took the last turn and parked in front of one of the ships on the docks. He removed the handcuffs, his eyes darting about your surroundings in paranoia as he grabbed your wrists and dragged you out of the car. You didn't put up a fight and let him pull you along, too frightened and confused to even think about struggling. This wasn't what you had been expecting when Klaus took you, and now you didn't know what to say, so you remained silent and obedient. Klaus released his grip and took a step back, heading up the ramp to the ship.

You took a shaky breath and followed him, shivering a bit as you stepped on board. There was music playing, and while the exterior of the boat looked fairly plain, the inside was quite posh and immaculately decorated. You hesitated, glancing at Klaus, but he nodded his head and you followed him into a room. You could sense that Elijah was close. You slowly breathed in and your nose twitched when you caught the strong scent of bourbon.

"I see you have already begun celebrating, brother," Klaus drawled, glancing around the room.

"That depends on how you define celebration," came a quiet response, and you shuddered at the sound of his voice. It was Elijah, your Elijah, his words ringing with a lack of inflection that wasn't entirely evident in his tone. It had a falsely polite, and strangely charming touch, like the cold indifference and arrogance that comes from experiencing and achieving total freedom.

You watched as he poured himself another glass, sitting back in a chair. He stared straight ahead, not meeting your eyes as he lifted the glass to his lips, swirling the alcohol, tipping it slightly, and watching it roll around, before putting it down again, not even having taken a sip. You sniffed, doing your best to control your emotions and expression as you watched him, but your mask was slipping, and you couldn't hide the raw pain in your voice when you spoke.

"Are you okay?" you asked, sounding raspy and hoarse, even to your own ears. Normally, it would have made him feel guilty to hear you like this. Maybe he would have replied in his usual soft, intimate tone, grabbing your chin and kissing your lips gently, holding you close. But your Elijah was dead, and there was nothing left but the monster the switch had transformed him into. You glanced at his face and looked away immediately, the coldness in his dark eyes sinking into your soul. They were beautiful, and deadly, gazing at you in cold assessment, and his expression did not change as he gave you a humorless smile.

"I have never been better," he replied, not moving from his relaxed position on the chair, though you noticed a slight tightening in his jaw when you opened your mouth to speak again. You quickly snapped it shut and watched as he tapped the glass with his finger, gazing around the room and sighing. You didn't know if his admission was a good or a bad thing, but the way he carried himself, all arrogant grace and calculated casualness, had alarm bells ringing in your head, telling you that you were in great danger.

It was worse than you had expected. The man you loved, the one who had treated you with such gentleness and tenderness, the man whose heart was filled with love, loyalty and affection for you, was not present at all.

"We shouldn't have come here," you blurted out, your throat constricting at the sudden fear gripping you. His eyes flicked up to look at you, his brow furrowed as he stared. You cleared your throat, casting a worried glance at Klaus, who was standing by the bar, sipping his own drink and watching the whole scene play out.

"Why? What is the problem?" Elijah asked, and you couldn't tell if he was acting cavalier or genuinely didn't care. "You said you wanted to break up, and I obliged you. So tell me," he said, his dark eyes meeting yours, "why are you here?"

"Because," you began, but quickly lost your train of thought, shaking your head and trying to shake the overwhelming urge to cry. You sucked in a deep breath, tilting your chin up as you spoke. "Because we still have stuff we need to talk about, and we can't when you are like this."

"Like what?" he asked, sounding bored. Your jaw clenched as he casually poured himself more alcohol, draining the contents of his glass quickly and sighing.

"Well," Klaus interrupted, walking over and leaning forward on his knees, "You could start by being a tad less cocky, and try actually listening."

Elijah smirked at him, arching an eyebrow. "Niklaus, I suggest you shut your mouth before I rip your tongue out."

"That would be amusing," Klaus shot back, rolling his eyes. "I'd like to see you try, or have you forgotten I am stronger than you? You can't hurt me."

"Hmm," Elijah hummed thoughtfully, staring intently at his younger brother. "Let's test that."

Before either of you could react, Elijah reached out and grabbed the back of Klaus' head, yanking him forward and bringing his face inches from his own. He glared at him, snarling as Klaus groaned in pain.

"Don't be ridiculous," Klaus growled, his fingers flexing. Klaus easily pried his hands off of him and forced him to release him. He shoved Elijah back into the chair, a vicious smirk on his face as he crossed his arms.

"Eli," you said, tears welling up in your eyes. You moved to touch his arm, but he snatched it out of your reach and pushed it back, baring his fangs at you, his eyes completely black.

"Do not call me that," he responded coldly, shaking his head.

"You shouldn't have brought her," Elijah said to his brother, and you felt the sadness you had been suppressing all day come rushing back full force. You would not be strong enough to get through this.

"Oh don't blame me, dear brother," Klaus retorted, clasping his hands together and glaring at him in frustration. "It's very much her fault that you turned your humanity off, so I brought her here to fix her mistake."

"A mistake I care not to rectify," Elijah said, lifting his chin up haughtily.

"Oh," Klaus scoffed, fixing him with a nasty glare, "I bet you don't."

"Shut up," you mumbled, blinking furiously. Your legs were shaking, your knees about to give out as you wrapped your arms around yourself. Klaus stepped closer to you and you leaned against him, trembling, clinging to his shirt.

"Get a grip," Klaus hissed, glaring down at you in annoyance. He wrapped a hand around your throat and turned you around to face Elijah. His grip tightened, and you gasped in surprise and pain, your eyes wide as they met Elijah's intense gaze. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, something within him stirred at the sight of your fear, but it was buried beneath the ice of his indifference. Elijah narrowed his eyes as he stood up, smoothing down his tie as he approached.

"Niklaus, you are so painfully transparent," he began, an edge of amusement coloring his tone, "I do not care if you hurt her," he added, and his words cut deeper than any physical blow could.

"Eli," you pleaded, a soft whisper of pure agony coming from your lips, "How could you possibly say that? You swore you would always take care of me, protect me." He lowered his eyes, studying your features carefully. He looked down at you, stroking his chin.

"Hmm, you know, now that you say that, I'm feeling a little thirsty," he said, chuckling and stepping closer.

You shut your eyes, stifling a sob and trying to hide the fact that his words had broken your heart, shattering it into pieces. You couldn't bear his mockery, it was almost worse than not having him at all. It made the excruciating pain much more unbearable. Elijah stared at you, leaning closer and brushing a stray hair off of your cheek.

His lips hovered over yours for a split second, causing your lips to part in surprise and confusion, wanting his mouth to capture yours, knowing that the press of his lips was something you would always miss. Even when he was a monster, you felt yourself reacting to him instinctively, wanting nothing more than to be with him. But the kiss did not come, and he pulled away before you could rise to meet him.

"Do you think she knows how many ways she can die?" Elijah asked his brother, and Klaus sighed heavily, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I mean, with enough patience and creativity, even the simplest forms of death, can be quite extraordinary," he drawled.

Klaus pulled you back from Elijah, his grip on you tightening, you weren't sure who you feared more in that moment. "Elijah, I made a promise that I would not let you kill her," Klaus said, and Elijah rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowing.

"That promise can easily be broken," he said, as if talking about the weather.

"Actually, I thought I would take a page out of your book, find a loophole in the promise I made," Klaus said, his voice taunting as he smiled cruelly. You stopped breathing at his words, your body going rigid, Klaus was going to kill you.

"Elijah?" you whispered desperately, praying that he would protect you from Klaus. You were so cold, and you couldn't move, rooted in place with fear. He turned around abruptly, shrugging his shoulders as he walked across the room to make a new drink.

"You can go ahead and drain her if you so wish. It makes no difference to me," he said.

"Sorry love, I have to call his bluff," Klaus said, patting your head and then running a hand through your hair as his fangs grazed your neck. His voice was dark and malicious. "Say your goodbyes," he smirked.

"Klaus, please," you cried, panic coursing through you, but before he could do anything more, Elijah lunged at him, tearing him away from you. Your back hit the floor hard, your head snapping against the wood, causing you to see stars. You cradled your head, tasting blood in your mouth as you rolled on the floor. Elijah tackled Klaus, growling and snarling viciously, his fingers clenched around his brother's neck as he pinned him to the ground.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her," Elijah warned, but Klaus only smirked, using all his strength to shove Elijah off of him. Elijah's back connected with a pillar, falling to the floor as he clutched his head. He just sat there, head in his hands, his shoulders slumped, taking quick, shuddering breaths, attempting to regain some sort of composure. You crawled your way over to him, too dazed to stand up.

"Eli," you gasped, lifting his face up and forcing him to look at you. He didn't try to pull away, letting you caress his jaw. You slowly stroked his hair, shushing him gently as your fingers trailed over his cheekbones.

"Get away from me," he groaned, grabbing your wrist to keep you from touching him. His mind was reeling from the violent overload of emotions coursing through him. Having you here, so close to him, wanting him, loving him, it overwhelmed him, bringing back every single moment he had spent with you, every beautiful, painful, joyous moment of his entire existence.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you sobbed, reaching out to touch him. He wasn't pushing you away, he was just sitting there, hunched over, breathing heavily. Your mind was too foggy to think about the consequences of your actions. There was an excruciating ache in your chest, and you needed Elijah to hold you.

You threw your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to the back of his neck, nuzzling him and letting tears stream down your face. He stilled, not fighting you, but not holding you.

"I lied to you Elijah, I'm sorry," you whispered, pressing your face into the crook of his neck as you hugged him tighter. "I love you, I never stopped. I'm sorry, please forgive me."

He didn't move, keeping his expression guarded as he put an arm around you, turning his body slightly to pull you in closer. He tilted his chin down and pressed his lips to the side of your head in a gentle kiss. His eyes were closed, your scent invading his nose, your hair tickling his neck. He sighed, your words, your presence, it was like a spark lighting up a flame of emotions in his chest as the switch in his head turned back on.

"I could never stop loving you," he murmured, opening his eyes and sitting up a bit, keeping you close to him.

"Well, looks like my work is done. Do give her a ride home when you are done, Elijah," Klaus drawled, smirking in triumph as he stood watching you, before swiftly making his way out of the room.

Elijah gripped your chin gently and forced you to turn to face him. You were horrified by the sadness in his dark eyes, but the relief you felt at seeing the love there tore you apart, and you burst into tears, gripping his face and pulling him towards you, kissing his lips, his jaw, his forehead, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

"Darling," he sighed, looking down at your tear stained face. He gently ran his thumb over your cheekbone, bringing your forehead to his as he just held you.

"Forgive me, I-I-was so scared," you managed to get out, but he hushed you, your breathing synchronizing as he hugged you tightly, running a hand through your hair.

"Why did you lie to me?" he asked, pulling away and stroking your neck, your pulse fluttering beneath his touch.

"I was afraid," you replied, sniffing and wiping your tears. "I didn't want to hurt you, I thought it would be easier to let you go if I pushed you away instead."

"What were you afraid of?" he questioned, guiding your face up, needing to see your beautiful, tear filled eyes.

"I was terrified at the prospect of getting old, growing old, and putting you through that. You'd have to watch as you lived a lifetime with me, and eventually I would be gone and you would be left alone," you gasped out, the words flowing out unbidden, unable to control yourself now that the gates had been opened. "and.. I want children of my own, and a family, I can't have all of that with you. This past week I've been so torn, I thought leaving you was the best thing to do, because I knew my choice would hurt you, and you didn't deserve that, and I didn't know how else to do this."

Elijah smiled sadly, shaking his head and cupping your cheeks. "None of that matters, my darling, and it never will. Don't you understand that? You are worth the heartache, the pain, the loss. You are worth being human for."

He kissed you gently, brushing your hair out of your face, causing more tears to slip down your cheeks as you fisted your hands in his shirt, allowing him to pour all of his love and heartache into the kiss. You were left breathless, staring into his eyes, seeing the sadness there that matched yours.

"As for children, I know a few witches that could help us solve that issue," he said. You blinked rapidly, stunned that his answer was so easy, simple. The corners of his lips quirked up, and you felt your heart thundering in your chest, desperate to have him, keep him forever.

"Do you want that? To have children with me?" you asked, your hands in his, hoping, praying, that he truly understood what he was getting himself into.

"With you, yes, anything you wish for, I will give you," he replied, resting his head on your shoulder, and nuzzling your neck. You drew in a deep breath, so relieved and overcome with a surge of emotions that you grabbed his head and planted another firm, passionate kiss on his lips.

He chuckled, a deep, soothing sound that had you smiling despite all the tears you were shedding. Your fingers were clutching at his shirt, dragging him closer to you as you continued to kiss him, memorizing everything, his taste, the curves of his lips, the way his tongue felt against yours. He put his arm around your waist, and shifted, scooping you up into his lap, and into his arms.

"When was the last time we made love?" he whispered against your lips, pulling away and looking into your eyes, his gaze caressing your features softly.

"Three months," you whispered, stroking his stubbled jaw, running your fingers over his lips, marveling at the feel of his warm, soft skin, thinking that you almost never had the chance to be with him again.

"That's much too long," he murmured, sliding his hands up your thighs and grinning seductively. You chuckled, feeling a heated blush creep up your neck and spread across your cheeks. His fingers traced the edge of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I love you, Elijah Mikaelson," you said, grinning broadly as your fingers threaded through his hair, savoring the feel of it. He just sat, staring at you with warmth and adoration, unspoken love shining in his deep brown eyes.

"For eternity, I will love you, my y/n," he whispered, pressing his lips gently against yours, and you melted into him, gripping the back of his neck as you felt a piece of your soul slide back into place, wrapped tightly around his heart.

#elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvdu #vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikealson imagine #elijah mikealson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries x you #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #klelijah

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Cave boy Danny AU where he's half asleep and rambling as he mentions some people back home like his exes (especially Valerie), his English teacher, this stalker of his who he likes messing with, and the annoying fruitloop who's the bane of his existence! They're concerned. Only once he's fully awake when they ask for names.

Lancer is Alfred, Talia is Val, maybe Paulina is Julie Madison but idk, Wes is Edward/The riddler (I'm pretty sure there was a time he had a reddish orange hair. Either way, he was the same model as Danny so maybe Wes dyed his hair to not be confused with the Fentons in this AU), and Vlad is Ra's!

Hello! This actually falls out of my planned plotline for Cave Boy, but I will write something for you that is close to the prompt to make up for it! Hope that's okay and that you like it

Flash sends them a message sometime in the early afternoon before any of the Bats are ready to go out. In fact, Damian, Duke, Steph, and Jason are in class when his message arrives.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, Cass, and Barbara are at work. As the Flash is one of the few who knows what the Batfamily is doing during these hours, it is rare for him to bother at this hour. He would have usually waited until after five as that was when a majority of them became available.

They all quickly check their phones when they vibrate to ensure it's not a world-ending threat, just in case.

Since the messages would be sent to their civilian phones- anyone in the know of the Bat's real identity chooses to text in a very specific code. This way, no one would know what they were saying, and the Bats would realize they were speaking to who they thought they were.

Barry Allen chose Disney theme GIFs as his code.

A gif of Mulan singing Reflections lets them all know that somehow, the speedster has again opened a portal into a different dimension and/or mess with time.

"Why is my reflection someone I don't know?" meant "A double of one of you has crossed over from a different dimension and/or timeline"

This causes a brief ripple of anxiety. The last time someone had a double, it was Tim, and his future version of himself was crazy, evil, and surprisingly capable. It took Tim almost ending his life to beat the guy.

Thankfully, the second GIF comes through seconds later. This one is Mulan's Honor To Us All.

"Please bring honor to us all" meant "The double is friendly."

The last Gif was from Lion King, Timon cheerfully singing Hakuna Matata. "It means no worries for the rest of your days" meant "Sorry for the trouble."

Those in class return to their various lessons, but Tim quickly responds, "I love that movie! We should watch Mulan again the next time I see you, Uncle Barry!"

This means, "We will meet the double tonight."

The rest of the day drags on as they all slowly start to make bets on who the double would be for. They all agree that Cass is long overdue to face herself again. Still, Dick makes the complying argument that Duke needed to have his first "My counterpart from another dimensional/ Timal plane" moment.

They all actively hope Duke can clear another block on his Bat-bingo card. He gets two more and a complimentary tray of any of his favorite Alfred's desserts.

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That night, they all meet up in the watch tower, each clutching their bingo card just in case. (The game resets every month, and so far, Jason has written down the most accurate predictions. He needed two more squares for a cooking lesson of his favorite meal, and he was out for blood)

They all silently go to the conference room, where Barry entertains the guests. Apparently, they were trying to find discrepancies in their world's history and the double's life to help find which world they came from and send them back.

They were being shown the main rouges to test the timeframe.

"Is that Wes!?" A young male teenager yells. Sadly, Steph swears, staring at her "A new Batgirl from a different world" box.

"We call him Edward when he's not in his costume. Otherwise, his name is the Riddler." Barry answers, amusement clear in his voice.

"Riddler? How is Riddler menacing? What does he tell you, riddles of death or something?"

"You be surprised......."

Bruce gets to the door, pushing it open with a quick flick of the wrist, and inside is Barry sitting at the conference table next to a boy with dark hair and blue eyes. In front of them is a hologram showcasing the Gotham Rouge files.

There are papers and pencils scattered on the table. Likely, they have been writing down notes of the differences they have spotted.

Barry's eyes flicker to them, but the boy is too distracted to count on his fingers.

"Okay, so Wes is Riddler, Val is Talia, Fruitloop is Ra's, Sckuller is Bane, and ugh....for some reason, Spectra is Harley Quinn." The boy finishes checking his notes.

"For some reason? I thought you said Spectra studied psychology too."

"yeah, but Harley Quinn actually got a Ph.D. What did Spectra do? Land a school counselor position? Please." The boy rolls his eyes dismissively, and Barry frowns.

He's never taken kindly to people disregarding another person's profession, especially if it was connected to the educational system in some way.

"Hey now, that's an important job, and you need years of study before you can be a school counselor-"

"I bet Spectra peaked in high school. That's why she's like that." The boy cut him off, nodding as though he had found the universe's answer.

Well.....this was either a version of Jason, Tim, or maybe early Dick, that was a little too sassy but not angry? It's not sad either; it's more like, fed up? Or teenage tired.

"Oh, who are they?" The boy asks, and Barry zips right next to Batman.

"Danny, meet Batman...the you of this world. And his kids."

Danny squints. "Who is your mom, and how easy am I? Because there is a lot of you that I fathered for me to not be easy."

Jason burst out laughing, checking a box. "Yes, someone calling Bruce easy in costume. That's on bingo for me!"

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Double Vision #Basically Danny is not impressed #All his villains are villains here too #That Batkids play Batman bingo #It's bonding so Bruce lets them

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Dirty Liar (Regina George x Reader)

(𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚)

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙝<3

Warning: smut

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Regina's footsteps can be heard throughout the hallway as she struts to her destination. Her steps may be confident but her thoughts betray her. She's terrified, afraid because she didn't know what to expect.

Or maybe she did know.

She looks at your composed demeanor while scribbling something in your notebook. Once you heard her footsteps, you turned your head to look in her direction.

Isn't this what I want? Regina's thoughts became loud, she wanted you to look in her direction. But not in this given situation where she's fucked. Her face disguises the nervousness that she's feeling inside.

"Come inside and lock the door, Ms. George" Your voice fills her anxiety. She nodded politely and you almost laughed. Just earlier she was being disrespectful and suddenly she's this polite?

With the click of the lock, followed by the sound of your heels. Regina's back was on you, but she knew that you were approaching her. She can feel your presence and it made her knees tremble.

She breathed heavily when she felt your breath on the back of her neck. You move closer until her face is on the door, your hands on her waist as you savor the effect you have on her. At the same time holding her just in case she fell. You feel her body weaken with just your touch.

She turns her head to the side, your faces inches from each other. So close that every breath you release, she consumes it. You stare into her eyes for a moment, she did stare at yours but she was quickly distracted by your lips.

It's so hypnotic that she feels a pull towards it, she moves closer and closer until your lips are centimeters apart.

But you quickly move away, letting out a small smile when you hear her little whimper.

"Do you have any idea why I called you here?" You casually said like you didn't have her pinned against the wall a few seconds ago. Hands-on your pockets while you gave her a look.

"I don't." She breathlessly let out, still not out of it. You enjoyed how she looked almost euphoric. But her response is not something that brought amusement to you.

"Liar" She swallowed thickly. Regina knew, of course, this was her plan. But she never expected the reaction that she received.

"I'm gonna ask one more time. We'll see what happens if you lie again." You guide her to sit on your office chair, trapping her with your arms on her side, she looks up at you with her doe eyes.

"Do you know why you're here? Hmm?" You're asking but your voice is filled with authority. Regina contemplates, she wanna obey so badly.

She knew it would feel good to submit to you.

"Is this what you did to Alissa when you asked her to stay?" Her voice trembles with vulnerability, you place a delicate hand on her cheek. Stroking her cheek with your thumb.

"That's not my question" Slowly your hand trails down her jaw to her throat. You moved her head up so she was directly staring up at you.

You expertly squeeze her throat. She let out a strained little gasp, your squeeze was gentle but you knew where to put it so you could restrain her breath a bit without hurting her.

I move my face closer to her until my lips are beside her ear. I made sure to breathe heavily just so she could feel my breath on her. And that worked cause I felt her shiver under my grip.

"Are you jealous, Ms. George?" I asked, not giving a piece of my mind. Not assuring her, just teasing her. I move my face down to her neck.

"Answer me" I demand softly, my lips touching her jaw as I speak. I press a feather-light kiss on her cheek before removing my hand from her throat so she can answer me. I tilted my head, waiting for her response.

"I'm not." She tried to sound unfazed. I let out a soft laugh.

"Liar," I said, amused that she could hold this long. But I won't tolerate her behavior.

"And what if I told you, yes? This is what I did to her. What would you do?" Regina felt her world collapse, she let out a whimper. Her chest tightened at your words. You technically didn't say that you did, but you also didn't say that you didn't.

"Fuck you" she let out in the softest voice, you caress her cheek. "You're cute" you chuckled at her reaction.

"Fuck you Y/n" Your smile dropped, your movement so fast that she had no choice but to take it. Your hand's on her throat again.

"Listen, since you had no idea why you're here." You sarcastically mocked her.

"Naughty girls like you get called to the office. I don't like how you're behaving in class, Ms. George. And I know that this isn't how you usually behave so I wonder what's got you like this." Regina took your words, and it went straight to her core. Her hands that are gripping on yours weaken at your words.

"So tell me, what's got my star student like this?" You smirked, knowing exactly why she was acting like this. You just want to hear her say it. The entire time, Regina's staring at your lips.

She looks at you with begging eyes. She can't take teasing. You quickly press a light kiss on her lips. Knowing that's what she's asking for.

"Now answer me honestly. Because I don't like this attitude of yours" You gave her a chance, you really did. But Regina remained strong. She remained silent. That changed your whole demeanor.

"On the desk" your voice left no argument for complaining. Regina immediately sat on the desk, knowing what was about to happen next.

You look at Regina with fury in your eyes, it disappears for a moment. You make sure that she wants this, when she gives you a nod and quiet 'yes' your lips immediately find her neck.

"fuck" you heard her sigh, she move her head to the side to give you access. Your hands parted her legs, you stood between them. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer to you.

"You're so fucking stubborn Regina" You gave her neck a small bite. Regina let out a moan both from you calling her name and the bite. Your hands wandered all over her body. She grips your hair as you kiss her neck, shoulders, and jaw.

Your hands squeezed her breath, breaths heavy on her neck. Her hands unbutton your shirt, you let her for now. You quickly remove her top. Moaning at the sight of her black lacy bra.

"You planned this didn't you?" You trace her boobs, giving it a little squeeze that made her moan.

"So responsive." Pulling the strap down to expose her hard nipples, you bit your lips. Admiring the sight of her breast.

Fuck she's beautiful

You can't help but pinch her perky nipples. Loving how she gasps, she's so sensitive and you love it. You swallow thickly, slowly losing control.

You slap her breast, she lets out a loud breathy moan. Love the pain, and you love the way it moved. You slapped the other one.

Regina whimpered, you did it multiple times until her breast was red. The same goes with her eyes, a few tears spilling out from it. You kissed her forehead. Your chest makes contact with her breast.

"please" her voice so small and soft, you almost feel sorry for her. Your hand came in contact with her skirt. And to distract her, you devoured her sensitive nipples.

It was worth it.

Her moans and responses...

You left open-mouth kisses all over her breasts, sucking around the skin. Licking her nipples. You look up at her. And the sight is something you could never get tired of.

Your distraction worked, she hadn't noticed that her skirt was gone and your fingers' massaging her clothed pussy. She let out a high-pitched moan from shock.

You smirked her nipple in between your teeth.

Feeling how wet she is already, you rub small slow circles. Her back already arching making her breasts press into you. You press your hand harder on her cunt.

You continue doing the same movements with your fingers. Noticing her getting impatient, you knew what you were doing.

You were in the middle of kissing her neck when you heard her beg

"Please!" You pull your head from her neck to look at her glassy eyes. "What's that baby?" You teased, your fingers moving slower than before.

Regina couldn't take it, she felt hot. Her body's on fire and your fingers only can distract her. She's panting and moaning, not knowing what to do. She just needs you.

"Please, please?" Her lips quivered, and you pout your kips at her. Cooing mockingly.

"My poor baby" You squeeze her breast, and her body pulses in response.

"I'm sure you can beg better than that." You whispered, her eyes begged. But that's not what you want. You smile as you feel her twitch on your fingers.

"Beg" you teased. Regina let out a whine. You remove your hand.

You cup her cheeks with your hands, moving till your face just inches from her. You look straight into her, in your miniskirt and unbuttoned blouse.

"Regina" you called, and she immediately knew she had to respond. The only thing on her mind was your fingers.

"Please, please. I-I need you! need your fingers inside. Please y/n!" She moaned, whined, and most importantly she begged. Desperately, and you couldn't deny her any longer.

You press your lips on her, she lets a little squeal out, and you insert your tongue in her mouth. Your hands remove her panties while she's trying to fight for dominance.

She let out a delicious loud moan in your mouth when you insert two fingers into her soaking cunt. You continue to kiss her, giving her a moment to adjust.

When she's adjusted, you angle your hand before thrusting your fingers. The first contact is immediately to her sweet spot. You smirk as you kiss the moaning Regina.

"That's it, baby, take my fingers. God, you're beautiful." You guide her head as you help lay her down on your desk. Your mouth lowered down to her breasts, you spread her legs wider to gain better access.

Her moans got louder the same way the sound of her wet cunt being fucked echoed around your office. You kiss down her stomach until you smell her juice. You gave her clit a kiss, her moan got a little higher when she feels your kiss.

"Oh God!" Her voice trembles when you went on to lick her clit, her hands frantically try to find something to hold into. She settled on your hair.

She doesn't know whether to grip or push your face on her cunt.

"Fuck! Please" she doesn't know what she's begging for. Regina's moan got louder and higher almost with each lick and thrust.

Her feet pressed in your back, her back arched. She looked down at you, moaning when she saw you were already staring up at her. She caresses your cheeks for a moment.

Her hand trembled when you hit her spot, enjoying how much pleasure you're giving her even though she's been bad.

Maybe she'll be fuck into obedience.

Your fingers move faster when you feel her get tighter around your fingers, you feel your muscles straining because of how tight she got but you don't care.

"I'm so fucking close! Ah- fuck!" She breathlessly moaned you feel her legs that's on your shoulders trembling. Her last straw is when you hum while sucking her clit.

She let out a loud moan that almost made you come, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. You remove your face from her clit when you feel her juices everywhere, she moaned your name while she squirted.

You watched as she rode her high, her legs spasming, her chest heaving up and down as she gasped for air. You moaned at the beautiful sight of your girl.

"That's it, you're a good girl." Your hand pulling slowly. She let out a few whimpers.

"I know you're sensitive. I've got you baby" you caress her head, fixing her disheveled hair. You smile when you see your soaked fingers.

You put your fingers in your mouth, moaning at her taste like you didn't just eat her out.

"So fucking delicious" you clean your fingers before tending to her. You make sure to be extremely careful and gentle. You gave her kisses and cuddles while you cleaned her up.

Once she's cleaned up, you put your hands on her hips.

"I hope you learned your lesson." You smiled sweetly at her, she leaned to kiss you before nodding. She looked adorable.

"Off you go, baby." You walk her to the door, biting your lips as you see how she tries to hide her limps. You close the door to your office with a smile.

Regina stopped for a moment before realizing something.

Did you actually fucked Alissa?

Who heard what happened in your office?

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(𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴)

Oh my fucking God. Bye- I know that this is lacking, I just can't bring myself to reread this and edit😭😭

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