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endlessthxxghts · 7 months

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What You Need

no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈6.3k

Summary: You come home from a horribly stressful day at University to everything in your family home a complete mess only for you to take care of. Joel helps you and gives you exactly what you need.

Warnings: SUUUPER self indulgent (sorry guys - it makes for a good plot tho, so i’m not all that sorry <3). no use of “y/n”, age gap (22/42), LATINO JOEL MILLER (idc what anyone says, he needs a warning), established relationship, no physical descriptions of reader, pet names (darlin’, sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, etc.), reader “takes care of everyone but who takes care of her” plot, more porn than plot lol, [SMUT 18+ MDNI] daddy kink, sir kink, heavy on the D/s dynamic (reader falls into subspace), cockwarming, unprotected piv (don’t be like these 2 idiots), breeding kink, cum eating, creampie, finger fucking, finger sucking (briefly), choking, hair pulling, brief thoughts about anal, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickeys/marking kink, squirting!, toy use, fluffy ending… i think that’s it?? (dear lord pls forgive me, for i have sinned) if i missed anything, lmk pls!

Quick lil author’s note (see bottom for extended a/n): In all honesty, I wanna dedicate this (nasty) little one shot to @javierpena-inatacvest because if it wasn’t for our interactions as of late plus reading your “It’s Never Too Late” fic, I never would’ve said fuck it and just start writing with the intention of potentially showing it to the world. Thank you for inspiring me. You’re amazing & I literally love u so so much. You deserve phenomenal head all the love in the world for everything you do <3.

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It was a long day at university today, as per usual, but something about today completely drained you.

You went to bed past midnight last night because you were busy finishing up a paper, only to get up at 7am the next morning to spend the next 13 hours juggling between classes, assignments, and studying in your “free” time. By the time you were ready to head back home, you were on your very last thread, begging to snap. You also completely spaced on nourishing your body today, the only thing running through it being water and coffee — lots of coffee.

That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that the minute you entered your family home, the entire house was an absolute mess, your pets weren’t given their food yet, and no dinner was made. And just like every other day since you grew into an acceptable height to reach the kitchen stove, you took care of it. All of it.

You were so grateful to your family for allowing you to stay at home during your undergraduate years. It makes your in-state tuition even cheaper, and you get the comfort of your own bed. You knew not many people could rely on their parents and family like this, so you don’t want to sound selfish when you think about how you really wish you had your own place right about now.

It’s been an hour and a half since you've been home, and you’re barely finishing up getting the food for your dogs when your phone dings in your back pocket.

Didn’t text me when you got home, baby. Everything okay?

It was from Joel. The neighbor directly across from you, and a quickly growing family friend of yours. Your heart both saddens at the fact that you forgot your unspoken ritual, but it swells at the way he can read you.

It all began at a small family party last year. You were 21 at the time, and for some reason you could not take your eyes off of your neighbor — who was 20 years your senior. It was always just shared glances or you bringing baked goods from your stress-baking endeavors, but at that party, there was a good period of time where your entire family went outside to the bonfire in the backyard to drink until their hearts gave out, leaving you with the dishes and a trashed house to clean. Joel noticed this, how much they relied on you. Whether it was coming over for a beer with your brothers or your father, or to fix an appliance for your older sister, they always walked all over you — when you did absolutely everything for them. So, he took matters into his own hands and went inside to help you clean up.

You insisted he didn’t need to, but you knew he wouldn’t let up. So, there, you two worked, harmoniously, straightening up your home in half the time it would normally take you by yourself. The second you completed the last task, you reached for the remote and plopped yourself on the couch, half expecting Joel to go back outside with your family. Except, he plopped himself on the couch right next to you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, “What are we watchin’, darlin’?”

“You know you could’ve stayed outside with everyone else, Miller,” you say as you turn your body to him with an eyebrow quirked up. He matches your expression, “Well, where’s the fun in that?”

You break into a breathy little giggle, satisfied with his comeback, and you turn on the TV. With your family completely occupied outside, it was easy for either of you to make a move. And although Joel had been planning to for the last few months before this party, you took matters into your own hands and lifted his arm closest to you, tucked yourself into his side and pulled his arm back around your body. He looked down at you, smirking at your boldness while your eyes remained fixed on the movie before you.

The next few hours of the night were filled with secret caresses and stolen kisses, and you have never felt more loved and appreciated in your life. From then on, you’ve been absolutely smitten with him, and he with you.

Instead of replying, you dial him instead. Not even a third ring goes by before he answers, “Baby.”

“Oh my god, hi, baby, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced. The minute I got home, the house was a mess, the dogs weren’t fed yet, dinner wasn’t even cooked, and I-”

“Mi amor,” he says with a deep breath, implicitly telling you to take one, “it’s okay, baby. I don’t wanna hear sorry from you. I’m sorry everythin’ is a mess, baby. Can I help? Need me to come over?”

Your rapid heart rate immediately starts to slow at how calming, ready and willing he is to give you anything you need. Your family would go absolutely insane if Joel just showed up right now with the sole intention of helping you take care of the home and yourself, but you don’t mention that. “No, baby, I promise I’m okay. I just need to relax. I need-” you pause for a moment to take another breath because you feel your body going panicky again. “I need…honestly, I just need you.”

After the shitty day you’ve had today, having to take control of every single thing, honestly all you really want, and need, right now is for your control to be taken away. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to decide, and you don’t even want to figure out your dinner even though you haven’t eaten all day.

He pauses for a moment, hearing the slight whine at your last statement. And just like that, Joel is at your rescue. “You need me, huh, babygirl?”

“Mhm, please.”

“Cross the street, darlin’, right now,” and he hangs up the phone.

You bolt out of your seat, and sprint straight to the front door, quickly locking it. You think to say something on the Ring camera, letting your family know you’ll be back, but you know they won’t even think twice at your absence. You already cleaned the house and took care of the animals they begged for but don’t care for — why else would they look for you?

Just in case they do check the cameras, however, you immediately veer to the left side of your driveway into the blind spots of your front door.

Within seconds, you’re at his door about to knock, but he’s already opening the door, whispering a soft hi followed by your name, and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pulls you away for a second, assessing your face, assessing your needs. He sees your brows pulled together, eyes glossed over, and a pout beginning to form. You don’t need soft and comforting. You need stern, dominating control. You need nothing but pure bliss, and he’s going to give that to you. But first:

“Safe words. Repeat em’.”

“Red for hard stop, yellow if I’m starting to get uncomfortable, and green to keep going.”

“That’s my girl,” he says and finally pulls you in for that rough, all-consuming kiss you’ve been craving. It’s a battle of teeth and tongue, and obviously he wins. His hands are roughly sliding down to the underside of your asscheeks, tightly pulling you into his hardening bulge. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, but pause for a moment because he never gave you permission to. He senses that, and pulls back for just a moment. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Go ‘head, baby, touch me.”

You immediately bring your arms back up to grab ahold of him but too riled up in how he’s making you feel, you don’t notice the huge grumble your empty tummy makes. He pulls both your wrists back from his neck and puts an insufferable amount of space between you two.

He says your name, filled with both concern and slight anger. “When was the last time you ate?”

Silence.

He lets go of your wrist and grabs your chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m not askin’ again, baby.”

“Y-yesterday night,” you stumble out.

“I’m not givin’ you a heavy meal ‘cause that’ll just upset your stomach, but I am fixin’ you somethin’. Go upstairs, change into the clothes on the bed, come back down and position yourself on the ottoman, like I taught ya last week, hm?”

Too enamored by his roughly smooth voice, all you can muster up is a nod. His eyebrow barely shifts, but that’s all a warning you need. “Yes, sir.”

Padding up into his room, already feeling your insides start to float, you reach the edge of his bed to see a pair of black cheeky boxers, and a thin, fitted black tee. You quickly strip off everything you arrived here in and slip on the garments he gave you. Wasting no time, you head back down in a bee line to the ottoman.

Like I taught ya last week, hm?

His words echo in your mind as you begin to recall last week’s endeavors.

You were straddling his lap for a while now, slowly swallowing each other’s moans and making every part of each other’s body ingrained into your memories. Until suddenly he pulls back, eyes dead set with intention. “You trust me, baby?”

“Always, Joel,” you say back with as stern a voice as possible, confused as to why he’d ask such a thing. “Can I teach you somethin’, then, darlin’?”

You pull him into one more kiss before you breathily tell him yes and pull yourself off his lap to stand before him, fully at his disposal.

He stands up, and without any verbal indications, he’s grabbing onto you and molding your body onto the ottoman in a position that begins to drift you off into subspace. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you're sitting on your knees with your legs tucked under you, or if it’s the slow drag of his hands caressing your inner thighs, pulling them farther apart from each other. Or maybe it’s the way he softly places your hands, palms up, atop of your thighs. Whatever the hell it is, you absolutely fucking love it.

He feels you melting into every little touch he makes and he notes every little moment you slip further and further into your space. “Doin’ okay, my sweet girl?” he asks, voice dark and sweet.

All you can pull out of yourself is a pathetic little whine and a head nod.

“This is position number one. Remember it. We’ll learn more later, but this’ll do just fine for a while, baby.”

And with that, he kisses you ever so softly but with such a dominating, addictive energy that you feel yourself try to push up into him, and immediately he pulls away.

“Sweet girl, Imma let it slide this time, but you do not move from this position unless given permission. Ya hear?”

You return to your original position and assure him how good you’ll be, “Won’t happen again, daddy, I promise.”

His jaw clenches at the honorific; that’s your number one tell that signifies you’ve completely submitted and fallen into subspace. He had originally planned on giving you what you asked for two days ago — “Please, Joel, I need you to fuck me, hard.” — but seeing you all docile and ready for him just makes him want to absolutely praise you in the most beautiful ways possible.

So that’s what he did. For hours. An hour of bending you over the ottoman to eat your pussy like a man who had all the time in the world, an hour of fingering orgasm after orgasm out of you while his mouth switched between licking and marking your tits, and a few hours after that just slowly fucking you into his mattress, caressing and loving on every single part of your body he could reach.

Let’s just say, your family didn’t see you for the rest of that day or the next, and you did not care one fucking bit.

You shuffle onto the ottoman, your form now perfected after secretly practicing each night to increase your endurance of staying in such a position for however long Joel needed you to.

You wait for about five more minutes before he comes back with a platter of all of your favorite fruits — strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple — and sits on the cushioned seat right in front of you. He melts at how good you sit for him, immediately disregarding his original plan and wanting you as close to him as possible.

“My good, beautiful girl,” he says softly, in a way that you’re not sure if it was even meant for you to hear, but you still melt nonetheless. “Come,” he says as he pats his lap while setting the plate off to the table beside him.

You shoot up like a lightning bolt, too excited at the thought of being able to feel him again, but before you can climb up, he grabs your hips, stopping you for a second. He slides his fingers into the hem of your underwear and slowly slides them completely off of you, setting them neatly on the ottoman behind you. He slowly reaches for his belt, then slides it off, letting it fall somewhere on the ground. You stand completely still, patiently waiting for whatever he’s going to give you, although your pussy is proving anything but patient.

He undoes the button and zipper of his jeans and signals for you to come up. “Take me out, cariño.”

You climb up on his thighs, not fully straddling him to give yourself some room to tug his jeans and boxers down enough to pull him free. You pull him free with a small moan escaping your lips, wanting to dart your tongue out and lick his angry tip, but he didn’t give his permission for that. So, you begrudgingly let him go, and wait for what comes next.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he states nonchalantly as if his dick isn’t absolutely begging for you to reach out and grab it. “You’re gonna sit on my cock, keep me nice and warm. Without moving. Only until you’ve eaten all the fruit on this plate will I think about what’s gonna happen next. Got it?”

Your voice trembles, “Y-yes, sir.”

He nods his head, while bringing his hand up to your mouth, signaling for you to let your drool fall. You scoot closer and lift your hips up while he pumps himself a few times to completely cover himself in your spit. With how much your cunt is dripping, you knew his lewd act was for his benefit and his only.

The second his tip catches at your entrance, you can’t control the high-pitch whine that falls from your mouth, and he can’t stop himself from gripping your hips with a bruising force in an attempt to keep from mercilessly pounding up into you right here.

“So f-fucking full,” you breath out as you sink lower and lower, to which he nearly growls with a strained, “So fucking tight.”

You finally bottom out, and you both take a moment to breathe and settle any impulsive thoughts of forgetting the purpose of tonight’s scene. You shift a little to adjust to settle your legs more comfortably at his sides, while he leans over to bring your plate of fruit closer. Both your actions together make you hiss in desperation.

“Color, baby?”

“Green, sir, green,” you promise him.

He smiles, genuine and bright, before his face goes dark and smug again. He picks up a piece of pineapple with his fingers. “Open.”

You lean in and take the sweet fruit from his fingers, making sure to lick any residual of the pineapple’s sweet juices. This goes on until you’ve finished every last piece he cut for you. Towards the last few pieces, your pussy was absolutely drenching his cock with your slick, both your thighs and his soaked. He could feel every pulse and every flutter, and no matter how patient he usually was, something in the air tonight was testing every ounce of his strength.

He sets the plate aside and licks a mix of fruit juices and your spit clean off his fingers. You watch him, completely entranced by the way his tongue wraps around his thick fingers, and you can’t help but feel such an aching need to throw yourself at him.

So you do. And to your surprise, he allows it. You pull both his arms to wrap around your middle and you push yourself into him for a searing kiss, whimpering for him to slip you his tongue. He indulges, and you immediately begin grinding your hips down onto his cock. He growls and wraps his arms tighter around you, adding more pressure into your grind, forcing you to break the kiss to regain your breath. “Fuck, baby. Such an impatient little one, aren’t ya?” He rasps out.

Your hips move faster at his words, trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but you can’t. He notices your effort. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby, hm?”

And with that — with the notion that he’ll take care of you with anything you need — you completely fall. “Y- yes,” you moan out, “Da- fuck- daddy’s got me.”

Ah, there she is. Daddy’s girl. His back straightens so he’s towering over you more. He grabs your jaw tightly while you continue to pleasure yourself on his dick, forcing you to hold his stare. “Oh, sweet girl, daddy’s always gonna give ya what ya need. Promise, baby. Now be the good little girl I know you are and cum for me.”

You can feel him meet every movement of your hips, coaxing your high out of you faster than you realize. The wet, squelch your pussy makes every time you suck him in is enough to make him release his load, but he won’t. Not until you’ve came more times than ever before, not until you’re left completely fucked dumb.

He snakes his hand down to the front, reaching for your clit, using his thumb to make mind-numbing, calculated circles. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back, and he brings his other free hand to the back of your neck to pull you closer into him. He ravishes your neck all over, sucking and biting all your weak spots, your pulse points, only to run his tongue over it in soothing motions, getting even more worked up at the marks that’ll form tomorrow. Then, he rips your shirt right in half, letting it fall to the ground. So much for makin’ you change, he thinks. He brings his mouth lower and lower, sucking one of your nipples in between his teeth, throwing you over the edge.

Your vision goes white, your entire body goes rigid, and your pussy uncontrollably flutters around his dick as he peppers your neck and chest with more kisses while you come back down.

Your body is now soft and pliant, fully ready for whatever more Joel is going to give you. Your head is still high up in the clouds, and it will be for a while, but he always knows how to take care of you. You feel him slowly lift you off his dick and you hear him groan as he looks down.

“God fucking damn, doll, look at you all over me. Such a fuckin’ mess.”

Your face heats up immediately, “I- I’m sorry, daddy, I-”

He grabs your jaw again and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. He pulls away bringing your bottom lip with him until he lets go, letting it fall back into place, now wet with his spit. “Don’t fuckin’ apologize for that. You made daddy so proud, baby. So much so that you’re gonna do it again for me,” he says as he squeezes your ass cheek.

You squeak out a gasp and a breathy please. He stands up and makes his way to his bedroom with you still wrapped around him like a koala.

Immediately he throws you on the bed, and before you’re able to scramble up towards the pillows, he’s already pushing you up by the thighs and kneeling between your spread legs.

He releases one thigh for a quick second and holds his hand out, “Pillow, baby.” It takes your blissed mind one moment to register, but as soon as it does, you don’t waste a second, grabbing the pillow next to your head and eagerly handing it to him. He takes the pillow and taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to lift up. He secures the pillow under your hips then brings both his large hands back to the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up so you’re nearly folded in half, giving him complete access to your dripping heat.

If there’s one thing about Joel Miller, it’s that he loves to make a fucking mess. You thought your first sensation would be one flat lick up your cunt, but instead you feel warmth. Wet and warm and everywhere, and finally you realize, he let his mouth fill with spit only to absolutely drench you with it. Once he’s satisfied with his mess only then does he dive into you like a man starved. Licking and pushing into your slit while the tip of his nose rubs against your clit has you climaxing in an instant, your back arching and your hips lifting as much as they can with the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you in place.

He lets one hand slowly slide off your thigh and up your belly until he reaches one of your tits, switching between grabbing your entire breast and pinching your nipple. He continues to lick at you and circle your clit with his tongue until you’re a complete whining mess from the overstimulation. “Daddy, please,” you moan.

He lifts his head, eyes as black as ever, “I’ve got you, princess, you can take it.” He reluctantly breaks away from your cunt and kisses his way up your body, taking his time with sloppy, open mouthed kisses near your hip bone and your sternum, knowing those areas drive you crazy the most. He makes sure to bite a little extra hard in some areas on his journey up, knowing you love to admire all the marks and bruises he makes on you.

He sucks another bruise right underneath your jaw, making you push up into him more, while his hands continue to wander and grasp every part of your body that he can. Finally he reaches your mouth and gives you a sweet, long kiss to your mouth, distracting you enough that you don’t see him reach for the vibrator in the nightstand beside the bed. You feel him slide his hand back down your body, but you still don’t realize the vibrator’s presence until you feel the buzz directly on your clit.

Out of pure reaction, your hand flies to the nape of his neck and tugs sharply, all while obscenities fall pathetically from your mouth, “Oh- f-fuck, daddy, yes! J-just like that, please, please don’t stop…” The quick-paced, blinding pleasure builds so fast it cuts off your dirty mouth and reduces you down to moans and gasps and whines of daddy, daddy, daddy.

He slips two fingers into your pussy, sliding in with so much ease with how wet you are from a combination of your cream and his spit, all while he uses his other hand to push the vibrator into your bundle of nerves.

You don’t know whether it has been one minute or one hour of this, but all you know is that you’ve got sweat lining your forehead, beading down your body, and you absolutely can’t take the buzzing pleasure with the constant come-here motion with his fingers anymore, you have to let go. Although this time, it feels different than the rest of the times Joel has made you cum. This time… this time it feels like- you have to pee?

Immediately you start to panic and try to break away from his hold, unable to allow yourself to fucking pee all over him. “Daddy, wait! Please stop.. it- it feels different, like I.. I think I’m gonna pee..” you gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts while he continues his torture on your cunt.

His eyes go wide and it immediately registers for him, “Fuck, baby, don’t worry about that, just let go. Come on, daddy’s got you. You trust me?”

You hesitate for a moment, but still, you know the answer, “Y-yes, daddy.”

“Good, my princess. Cum for me, fuckin’ soak me. I told you I wanted another fuckin’ mess,” he demands and fucks you even harder with his fingers and increases the pressure of the vibrator.

You all but scream, definitely sure the neighbors can hear you, but you don’t give a fuck with the fireworks erupting behind your eyes and all throughout your body. Your body is still convulsing and you’re sure you’ve gone unconscious for a moment, but what brings you back to the Earth is the feeling of a warm, flat tongue licking you all over, cleaning you up. Then another sensation hits you: your bottom half is completely fucking drenched. You muster up all the strength you can to open your eyes and look down to see what’s going on.

You see your big, broad man licking you up so sweetly, but from his mouth down he is also absolutely soaked, down to the collar of his dark green shirt he was wearing.

Holy fuck. You fucking squirted. That was new. And with Joel’s reaction to it, you’re definitely sure that’s not gonna be the last time he pulls that out of you.

He doesn’t realize you’re up again until you’re softly calling his attention back up to you and not your pussy. He makes eye contact with you, and his eyes fucking sparkle. Yeah, there’s no way this was a one time kind of thing. He sits back up on his haunches and strips himself of his shirt. He never pulled his jeans back up from when you used him to get off in the living room, so his dick has been patiently waiting for attention since your last two orgasms.

He strips himself completely at the bottom half, too, leaving you with a perfect view of his toned chest, softer middle, and bulging arms and shoulders. Your cunt, all used and abused, fucking clenches on nothing at the naked sight of him. Of course, he fucking notices.

“Oh, my poor baby. She’s just fuckin’ beggin’ to be filled, huh?” His southern drawl always intensifies whenever he gets spurred on like this. And, fuck, if it doesn’t make you fold more than you already do.

You whine at his words and spread your legs even wider for him to see what’s rightfully his.

“Just beggin’ to get pumped full of my fuckin’ cum, huh, princess? Is that what she wants? That what my babygirl wants?”

“Please, daddy! Yes, that’s what I- what I need, daddy… need you ins- fuck- need you inside, daddy,” you ramble out, already fucked stupid but still begging for more. He situates himself on top of you, stopping your begging with a harsh kiss that leaves your already swollen lips throbbing. “Shhh, I’m gonna give you what you need, darlin’,” and he kisses you one more time as he begins to notch his tip at your entrance.

He hooks his arm underneath your knee, hiking your one leg up higher to open you completely. You feel him start to push in deeper, and neither of you can help the initial gasp of how good it feels to be consumed by one another. He leans down again to kiss you, unable to get enough of your lips on his, and you bring your hand back up to the back of his head, keeping him close to you, feeling the exact same way.

He completely bottoms out into you then, his breathing labored and you, a whimpering mess. No matter how many times you two have fucked, his sheer size always makes you feel like it’s the first time. He stays still to let you get used to the feeling again. You both lay there for a few minutes, kissing and consuming each other’s breaths and moans while he gives you rhythmic little grinds to stimulate your clit. Your pussy is sobbing at this point, enough wetness has accumulated that he’s able to slide right out until just the tip is in you and he pushes right back in, hard.

He fucks you hard, maintaining this rhythm for a while, completely consumed by the way you wrap around him so perfectly. What started off as one leg hiked up around him turned into a complete mating press, giving you the maximum sensation of his length and girth pumping in and out of you. He always gets so foul-mouthed whenever you two end up in this position, not that you’d ever complain because you love hearing that rough, sexy Southern drawl utter absolute filth that only your ears will ever get to hear.

“Fuck, darlin’, it’s like she was fuckin’ made for me. Wrapped around my cock, so fucking tight and warm. I could spend fuckin’ forever here wrapped up in your tight fuckin’ cunt,” he groans.

“All for you, daddy, always,” you respond, purposefully squeezing your pussy tight in time with your words. That drives him absolutely fucking crazy that he pulls his arm upwards in between your legs that are resting on his torso and brings his hand up to wrap around your throat. “Say it again,” he growls, “tell me who the fuck this pussy belongs to, baby.” He squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, creating an even lighter sensation in your head coupled with the submissive daze you’ve been in since you got here.

“F-fuck, d-daddy- shit,” you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels wrapped around your neck while balls deep inside of you.

“Darlin’ girl,” he warns, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

You sob out, willing your body to respond to him, willing your body to obey, “Th- this pussy belongs t- to-“ you take a breath, “to you, daddy, only you. Forever.”

He releases your throat and pulls your legs down from the mating press, wrapping them around his waist instead. He places one hand at the back of your head and the other on the headboard, then kisses you furiously before breaking away, “God damn f-fuckin’ right, princess. All fuckin’ mine to do whatever I fuckin’ want.” And with that, he’s slamming into you, his hand on the headboard in a (wasted) attempt to save the wall from the constant banging.

“Touch that pretty little clit, princess,” he breathes out, chasing his own release now with the sole intention of marking you with his seed. One hand still on his neck, the other snakes down to rub your clit in fast, messy circles, your body begging to cum for a fourth time tonight. “Daddy,” you whine out again, the honorific clearly being your only vocabulary for tonight.

“I know, honey, I know,” he coos, “Cum for me, mama, and I’ll fill you up right fuckin’ now,” he sucks on your bottom lip, “You want that, baby? To be pumped full of me?” He knows your answer, yet he still asks anyway knowing how much his words affect you.

“Please, God, yes, fill me up… I need your cum so fucking badly, I need to feel you, please,” you beg, only spurring him on more.

With both of your mouths spilling such dirty words, his lips anywhere they can reach with the combination of you playing with your clit and him pounding into you, your body enters the astral plane yet again for the fourth time tonight. Though, this time, you force your body to come back down, so you can feel his warmth spill into you.

It only takes but a few more thrusts after you climax for him to follow suit, roaring out as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into you, overflowing and dripping out of your sore cunt. He slowly pulls out, labored breathing, sits back up and just watches. Watches as your pussy clenches to keep him locked inside of you, watches as his load drips down your folds over your tight, little asshole. Another day, he thinks to himself with a smirk.

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until his fingers are engrossed in the thick combination of your releases. You moan out at the sensitivity of your pussy, but Joel doesn’t care. He slips his middle and ring finger in, feeling just how much he filled you up. And before you know it, he’s pumping in and out of you yet again, his eyes completely focused on your glistening sex, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you fluttering for another fucking release.

“Ahh,” you hiss, not knowing whether you want him to stop or keep going. He uses his other hand to rub on your clit. Fuck. Yeah, okay, you want him to keep going. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum again,” you say as you scramble to get ahold of the bedsheets.

Joel’s gaze breaks away from your cunt to look at you, he smirks like the devil, “Oh, yeah, honey? Gonna give me another one? Come on, baby, I know you have it in you,” he slips a third finger inside. You whine at the stretch. “One more mess, baby, and then I’ll take care of you, I gotcha,” he says for comfort.

You’re nearing the point where you guys usually begin to transition into aftercare, and he knows. He always knows. But he also knows that today you need a little extra push, so he gives it to you.

The thrusts of his fingers don’t come to a stop, but they exponentially slow. “Give me a color, mi amor,” he softly encourages. Even with your erratic breathing, you’re able to force out, “Oh my god, daddy, green, green, green, please go faster, just like before, please-”

He quickly leans forward and stops your blabbering with a chaste kiss and chuckles when he pulls back, “My god, I love you so much, princess.” Then his fingers pick back up to the speed you were so desperately loving before, his and your cum leaking out all over the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, daddy, I love you so fucking much, fuck, thank you, thank you,” you cry out. A few more pumps and a few more circles to your clit and you’re cumming for the fifth (and final) time tonight. Joel groans at the way you finish on his fingers, and it’s his mouth that blabbers out this time.

“Shit, baby, yes, soak my fuckin’ fingers, let me feel you, fuck-” He’s so enthralled at the sight before him, he doesn’t hear you pleading for him to stop pushing in and out until the honorific fades, “Baby, baby, baby,” you frantically breathe.

He makes eye contact with you again and realizes how caught up he was in you. “Oh, darlin’, shit, I’m sorry, mi amor. What’s your color, baby? Fuck, I’m sorry-”

It’s you this time who forces your entire wobbly body to push up and meet him in a bruising kiss. “Stop, daddy,” you say with a lilt in your tone, signaling to Joel that you’re back from subspace. You smirk, “My color is green, cowboy, but I really need you to run me a warm bath now because I can’t move a single muscle with how you had me, baby,” and pull him in once more for another kiss.

His smugness returns and he pushes you back down on his bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses, forcing sweet out-of-breath giggles from you. “That, I can do, baby. May I join you?”

Your face completely softens, your stresses and worries from the last 24 hours completely nonexistent. “I’d be mad if you didn’t, Miller.”

The next hour and a half — or until the bath water becomes tepid — is spent with him cherishing your body, washing you with your lavender, oat milk body wash you love so much, ultimately just helping you softly come down from your oxytocin high.

You’ve never felt more loved, appreciated, or taken care of in your life. He always makes sure your come down is smooth and unnoticeable as you fall from a blissed state of mind to one of pure love and adoration. As long as you have him in your life, you truly believe you have all of what you need.

As he’s drying your body up and slipping you into one of his t-shirts, your stomach growls… loudly.

“Darlin’...”

You pull away from his grasp, jokingly rolling your eyes while smirking, “Yeah, yeah, Miller. Come on. Gotta fill me up again, don’tcha, cowboy?”

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out followed by your name, “Tryna put me in an early fuckin’ grave or what?”

Author’s note - extended: Hi guys! I birthed this little one shot on a Friday night while sippin’ on a glass of whiskey and stressing about the stressful entire week I just had. This isn’t my first time writing, in general, but this is my first time writing with the intention of truly producing a story out of it.. this is also my first story I’m posting, so I’m very nervous. Even if just one other person reads this and enjoys it, that’s all that matters to me <3 I also wanna give a quick thank you to my bestie, who’s an AVID smut reader, for proofreading this. She said, and I quote, “gotta change my panties” and “she’s growling” after reading this LMAOO. So, thank you for that, bestie. I love you with my whole heart.

As with any fic, reblog and comments are very much appreciated!! All feedback is appreciated, too!!! Please do let me know how you liked this, and if there's anything specific I could work to improve, I'd love to know! I hope I did okay for my first actual attempt at smut.

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𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤

pair: Ascended!Astarion x female! spawn !reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - E, kneeling, fingering, teasing, semi-public sex, creampie, praise kink, vampires being vampires

summary: why Astarion woke you this early you don't know and he doesn't seem in a mood to give you answers, not right away at least. so you walk with him through the streets of Lower City, wandering what is so important. the Elder Brain is still a threat, everything else can wait, surely? but it looks like Astarion has a goal in mind today and it might not be all that serious in the end.

word count: 6,624

a/n: a little late but happy patch 6! kisses, kisses, kisses! writing about them is just as fun as seeing them in game! enjoy <3

for @mist1e <3

The day was almost disgustingly bright. Despite attack plans being prepared by rest of your companions, today it seems that you have a free day. Saving Faerun can wait, can it not? But why in hells Astarion decided to wake you so early and drag you out of bed to accompany him – you have no idea. You tried asking but it’s like he has something on his mind that is more important than answering your questions. Such you walk by his side, wondering if you should try taking his hand in yours. Neither of you are big into holding hands, but things change. He changed. And so have you. Not so long ago you had warm blood in your veins, but you submitted that to Astarion freely, exchanging the warmth of your flesh for the heat of his touch.

“We’re going to the Counting House, dear.” he speaks up and your eyes snap to him. You have to squint just a little, the early morning sun is bright and his hair is reflecting it in a way it’s almost difficult to look at, like a halo of icy fire.

“What’s in the Counting House?” you ask, forced to turn your eyes away from his face in favor of watching where you step and you hear an annoyed sigh by your side which makes you frown. He was the one to drag you out of bed, now he’s annoyed you’re asking him what was the reason?

“Cazador’s vault. That’s why we’re going there.” Astarion’s tone feels snippy and now you start becoming annoyed in turn.

“Any specific reason we’re going to check it today?” you know your voice betrays your emotion and there’s a brief moment of silence while you two weave among the people hurrying with their own lives.

“I want to know if he had any more secrets I should know about. After all, if Cazador hid the entire dungeon from me and rest of his wretched spawn, what else he could’ve kept from me?” annoyance in his tone again, but this time you realize it’s not about you. Your shoulders relax, you nearly started picking a fight with him.

“Why now? Can this not wait?” you give him a short glance, noticing how his face is as serious as tadpoles in your heads, his crimson eyes focused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed – a man on a mission.

“I see you don’t understand.” Astarion looks at you for a moment, your eyes meet, then you both look ahead once more, avoiding bumping into people or stepping on wayward children.

“No, I don’t, care to enlighten me, oh lord almighty?” you tease him and you can sense rather than feel his smile at your words.

“Anything else I should care doing while I explain the grand plan of mine?” you feel a gentle smack on your rear and you break into a smile of your own, giving him another short look. Yes, indeed he seems more relaxed now, happier.

“Just tell me why you’re dragging me to the Counting House this early in the morning, hm?” you ask and realize his palm remains perched on your rear, then he pulls you a little closer to his side. It doesn’t hinder walking and Astarion’s touch is warm, even through the clothes you wear. Little gestures like that, you know what he’s doing – announcing to the world you’re his.

“You’re such an impatient little brat.” Astarion says and with a corner of your eye you notice his smirk. “But fine. You ask why now? Because I don’t want any nasty surprises after the Brain is gone. Once that is done, I want to proceed claiming my rightful place. Replacing Cazador is not going to be simple, there will be questions, I want to have answers. Mostly I want documents of Palace’s ownership and all other valuables he ever had. They are mine now, after all, by right.” a small chuckle escapes his lips. By right of murder, he meant and you smile at that.

Not like you can argue about that either, it’s just the thought that what was Cazador’s will now be his is a little bit daunting, because it means it will be yours too, but you haven’t even thought about this until now. Yet Astarion did.

“We don’t even know if we’re going to survive the fight.” your voice is hushed when you say that but also glummer and Astarion catches onto that.

Suddenly he stops, stopping you too with a quick grab of your waist and you turn to him, meeting his eyes with yours. You don’t know what you said to make him stop so abruptly and you look at him with a puzzled expression.

“Darling.” your Vampire Lord begins with a self-assured smirk, his hand is still on your hip. “Together united we can beat any obstacle. And I suppose we have those… friends of ours too, to give us a boost if we need it.” Astarion sounds so confident in what he’s saying and you try your best to believe him but the anxiety is still there. What if he is wrong? What if neither of you survive?

You are sure he can see doubt in your eyes so you don’t hesitate.

“A kiss might make me feel better, don’t you think?” you ask almost sheepishly, but you feel like you need it right now - a comfort of his lips, of his arms, of his presence, of him in his entirety.

Astarion pauses, then his confident smile widens.

“But of course, darling, I can’t deny you anything.”

You step towards him with a smile appearing on your face because you’re relieved to have been granted comfort but then his hand leaves your hips and stops you. Palm flat, right in front of your face. Confused you look at him, then his fingers curl and point to the ground.

What?

The look on his face clearly tells you he has something on his mind but surely he is not asking you to kneel in the middle of the city with all these people around you? Right?

Yet his hand does not move and you glance to the ground, uncertain about what to do but you feel your knees bending already. They bend because you trust him just like you trusted him with your life and you know can put that same trust in him right now too. So you kneel and his pointed finger follows your journey down. Before you can ask why he’s making you do this, he suddenly grabs your throat and you gasp. Your eyes widen in shock, you forget everything around you – the people, the noises, the street, the city itself. Astarion’s expression is a mischievous smirk, but your rising panic stemming from your confusion makes you blind to this, and your earlier anxiety only makes you scared.

For just a split second.

Then Astarion leans over you and his lips connect with yours, making the irrational fear melt away as if it was never there to begin with. You respond to his passion with yours, feeling that fire in your stomach burn hotter than the kiss itself. You remember how he made you kneel on the night of your becoming. It tied you to him for eternity, and many nights since then you felt this same familiar grip on your throat as he fucked you silently but relentlessly in that small tavern bed while others were asleep.

And then it’s over.

Astarion pulls back, a smirk on his face but you just look at him with disappointment. That’s all? You wanted more. Then his grip leaves your throat and you feel a push on your chest, making you sit on your heels. This time you frown instead, annoyed that he’s playing bedroom games with you with no intention of continuing them. Not that he should, at least not here.

When you rise to your feet and dust your pants Astarion looks triumphant, his grin wide enough to show his fangs.

“You always taste so sweet.” he exclaims with pride but you’re not as joyous as him. He got you worked up and for what?

“You made me kneel in a middle of this shitty street for this?” you complain and Astarion’s expression changes subtly, now he doesn’t look so sure that you enjoyed what just happened.

“Darling, I just wanted to remind you of your familiar position. On your knees in front of me.” he teases and you would blush if you could. Instead of that you pout.

“So that was your goal? To turn me on only to disappoint me?” you cross your arms on your chest but Astarion steps closer and sneaks an arm around your waist. His confident smile tells you he’s happy with himself after all.

“Distracted you from the worries of the Brain, didn’t it?”

This smug little shit.

“You better make up for this or else.” you grumble again and Astarion laughs loudly, unapologetically.

“Don’t I always make up to you, love?”

You give him a pointed look but Astarion either ignores it or does not see it as he resumes walking, making you walk with him. Out of curiosity you glance around, discretely of course, and notice quite a few residents of Baldur’s Gate watching you. Some of them are even whispering to each other.

“Did you just make me do that so that others see I’m yours?” you whisper to Astarion while still painfully aware of all the eyes on both of you. Astarion just laughs at your words.

“No, little love, I did it because this whole city is mine now. Or will be, once we are done with the trifling matter of the Brain. Why should I hide from the eyes of the masses? I can finally exist without fear. And they will witness me.”

You can’t help it. You laugh.

“Calm down there, big scary Lord.” you glance at him and Astarion smiles at you.

“You like it when I’m a big scary Lord. And that I’m yours only.” he teases and you roll your eyes but can’t help your smile widening at his words.

“So this vault. We have a key for it?” you try to distract yourself, if not him, from what just happened and how it made you feel. And the truth is it made you feel aroused, that’s for sure. Even if it was for a fleeting moment in that small yet confusing play he put on, you still find your underwear clinging to your folds with uncomfortable wetness.

Damn him.

“Yes. We found it in Cazador’s coffin, remember?” yes, you remember and Astarion scrunches his nose at the memory of the blood, the bodies but most likely the smell that was left after the Ritual of Profane Ascension. You can almost read it in his mind - he plans to clear that area the moment he seizes legal ownership of the palace.

You simply nod in response and having nothing else to add you just walk by his side, feeling the reassuring grip of his hand on your waist, watching Counting House getting closer. You wonder if you will find the documents he needs in the vault or not, but above all you are just enjoying the walk with Astarion, letting your mind drift with his words of ruling this city alongside him. It makes you smile. After all, now it makes all the more sense to save Baldur’s Gate – why would you let something rightfully belonging to you be destroyed.

With your hands clasped in front of you, you let Astarion guide you through the streets, enjoying the little display of pride he’s performing right now while you smile to yourself that seemingly such simple things make him happy. And he does look happy. That’s all that matters to you. Better yet, you get to share that happiness with him forever. No - you get to be the source of his happiness forever. He told you as much and you’re not going to doubt his words.

“Ugh, do we really have to stand in line?” you hear Astarion say and that snaps you out of your thoughts. You haven’t even noticed that you’re at the Counting House now, being led over the stone bridge to the open main door. You see many people inside and you sigh.

“We better not. I’m not in the mood for this.” you complain and Astarion gives your side a playful squeeze.

“What are you in the mood for then?” he smirks and you give him a warning glare.

“Don’t start it now, you know very well what you did back there.” you say in a tone that was meant to warn him but instead only makes him chuckle.

“Maybe I do. But if you’re going to be a good girl, maybe I will reward your patience. Just pout a little less, it does not suit you, darling.”

You give him another glare but say nothing else as you both pass the guards at the door and enter the building. The sounds of shuffled papers and people chatting echo off the walls, making you want to leave. This feels like a rat nest and you realize that this is exactly how Astarion feels about the Counting House too. You can sense his tension and annoyance. This place is below him, below you both.

Finally he lets go of your waist and steps forwards, cutting the line of at least six people and walking towards the dwarf manning one of the counters.

“Sir, you cannot-“ the man begins but Astarion just leans on the counter with a single elbow and smiles.

“I need to enter the vaults. You wouldn’t want a man like me kept waiting, would you?”

Something is not right. It’s more than just his regular charm. Your brows knit while you try to comprehend what’s going on. The dwarf relaxes, his shoulders slump and it looks like he cannot peel his eyes off your lover.

Ah, he got Charmed.

Wait, when did Astarion learn to do that? Your eyebrows rise with your surprise while you watch the scene unfold. Astarion telling the clerk that he lost the bank pass and the dwarf giving him a brand new one, behaving as if he’s in a beautiful dream. Other patrons seem not to appreciate being cut off but nobody raises their voices to complain. You can’t help but chuckle and try to silence yourself with your palm over your mouth.

When at last Astarion returns, he looks satisfied with the result and takes your hand, walking you the short distance towards the entrance to the vaults. Showing the guards standing there his freshly inked paper, the vampire opens the door and you both start descending the stairs.

“What was that?” you chuckle while glancing back at the guards like you’re waiting for them to rush after you and stop you but Astarion just smiles.

“Did you really think that it will take me forever to learn some new tricks?” he glances in your direction and you roll your eyes with a smile on your lips.

“Don’t have to show off like this, you know.”

“My treasure, if it were you in these vaults I’d wait even less than what I did just now. Now hush, let’s find where this key fits.” Astarion says, producing the key out of his coat pocket and handing it to you. You take it and inspect it only briefly because it does not stand out in any way.

Stairs and more stairs, more guards, you barely pay them any mind, you just feel your hand in Astarion’s and follow his lead until you’re there, among the rows of vaults. Now you begin paying attention. Some guards are there who look bored out of their minds and another dwarf, standing by the desk and scribbling away with a lengthy quill.

Once more Astarion approaches the clerk and they chat in hushed voices, then you watch the shorter man point at the vault to his right and Astarion returns to you with a smile.

“Lead the way, little love.” he gestures for you to walk in front of him and with only a moment of hesitation you do as he wishes, walking up to the vault door and inserting the key you kept thumbing all the way down here.

The lock is oiled and turns with ease, echoing a satisfying click when the mechanism moves to allow access. You glance at Astarion over your shoulder who’s standing just behind you, suddenly feeling nervous. What if the documents aren’t here? But your lover just nods in encouragement and you pull the door open.

You peer inside, unsure what to expect. At first glance it looks half empty, a bottle of wine or two and rolled up gazettes. Your doubt overtakes you and you look back at Astarion with questions in your eyes.

“Just look inside, maybe it’s somewhere at the back.” he gives you a shrug as if unsure too and you shrug back then get closer, leaning into the maw of the iron cage. It’s dark in there and the candlelight doesn’t reach deep enough to illuminate the back of the vault. You reach with your hand, feeling around with your fingers and then stop immediately.

“Astarion, what are you doing?” you ask because suddenly you feel his hand begin to rub lazy circles on your ass. A subdued chuckle is heard behind you.

“You just keep looking for the documents, dear. I’m sure they’re there.”

You bite your lower lip, trying to decide what to do: maybe you should stop him after all, but the ache you felt in that moment when he made you kneel returns and you just lean even deeper into the vault, your shoulders now passing the frame and you use your palms to search for papers of any sort.

“That’s a good girl, I am confident they are there.” you hear Astarion’s soothing voice that makes your desire rise its head like a snake preparing to strike and you feel his warm fingers trail up to the waistband of your pants, then pull at it.

“Astarion!” you hiss at him and nearly bump your head against the ceiling of the vault but he just smacks your rear with his other hand.

“Quiet now.” he curtly hushes you and you stifle a frustrated moan.

“Really?” you whisper and hear him chuckle, but you can’t even look back at him because vault walls are restricting you.

“Shh.” another soft command and you finally relent, staying as you are, bent over and partially leaning into the mouth of iron. If he wants to tease you this way, well why in the hells not, you deserve a little treat, do you not.

Astarion’s hand slips past your waistband onto your bare skin, getting lower, feeling the curve of your ass and when he pauses for a moment you hear footsteps, but then they echo away and his hand dips even lower, nearly pulling your pants down with it. And then-

“Astarion!” you hiss louder this time but then have to stifle a moan immediately after because his finger dips inside of you.

“Oh you were not lying, my sweet. You truly got in the mood back there, didn’t you?”

“Shut up.” you shoot back, making your lover chuckle. His digit leaves your entrance and you feel it sneak lower again, beginning to rub your clit in almost lazy circles while his finger is still slick with your arousal. “People will see.” your last protest is responded to with a push on your swelling nub that’s growing increasingly more sensitive.

“Do you really want me to stop?” you hear Astarion’s voice closer to you, bent over you like a shadow and you notice the edges of his cloak in your peripheral vision. At least there’s a bit of privacy.

“No, but-“ his finger makes you moan into the vault chamber before you can stop yourself and you hear him chuckle once more, he’s enjoying this maybe a little too much.

“Then try to be quiet, little love. We don’t want people interrupting our fun, do we?” a whisper disarms any other argument you could’ve had because he’s right, the thrill is intoxicating and his finger working in pleasurable rubs makes you want, no – need for him to continue.

You press your palms to the bottom of the vault and close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling that is starting to send shivers down your spine. Astarion’s warm fingers continue rubbing in a pattern he already knows makes your knees weak and you press your lips into a tight line, not wanting to make a single sound.

“Finding those documents in there, darling?” Astarion asks in a louder voice - of course he’s keeping up the charade of nothing suspicious happening and it makes you break into a smile.

“Not yet, but there’s so much in here.” you respond while trying to keep your voice steady and have to immediately swallow another moan when Astarion leaves your throbbing clit alone for the moment and moves his hand slightly up, only to carefully insert two fingers into your cunt. “Fuck…” you exhale to yourself in a whisper, finally letting your head drop in an attempt to make your panting sound not as loud.

“Oh I’m sure there’s a lot in there.” your Vampire Lord teases and you hear a grin in his tone. That cheeky bastard, you’d hate him if you didn’t love him so much.

Your thighs tremble as you press them together but nothing saves you from the feeling of pleasure beginning to wash over you when Astarion begins moving his fingers. Your pants restrict his movements quite a bit but he compensates by gently exploring your core with his fingertips, looking for that sweet spot that makes you shout and your toes curl.

No, he can’t do it here, you don’t know if you can keep silent, not when he’s doing such sweet things to you.

“There’s a good girl, stay just like this…” you hear Astarion croon behind you and you bite down on your lip, trying to keep your voice inside your chest, trying not to move.

It’s difficult and then it becomes impossible. You moan when Astarion finally finds what he’s seeking and it makes your knees buckle, yet miraculously you remain standing. Quickly you clasp a palm over your mouth and tremble at his touch, almost forgetting where you are, nearly succumbing to the pleasure that is now increasing by the moment.

“Are you finding everything you need?” suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice and your eyes snap open but you are too afraid to move.

“But of course!” you hear Astarion reply with an easy, casual chuckle all the while his fingers don’t miss a beat. You would be impressed if you weren’t trying your best not to react in any way.

Near impossible. His fingers curl and tease, press and slightly circle, not relenting, not giving you a break and you close your eyes again, bowing your head low enough so that your forehead rests against the cool iron. With your palm still on your mouth, you fight with everything within you to not make a sound.

But what a thrill it gives.

You barely hear the rest of this short conversation because you stop paying attention. You are too far gone to care in this moment, your only focus being just on keeping silent and letting the sensations overtake you.

“You did so well, darling. Now for the grand finale.” you hear Astarion whisper again, you can feel his presence bent over you once more and you whine ever so slightly.

His fingers inside of you curl again and you feel the palm of his other hand press between your shoulder-blades, keeping you in place while he works you towards your bliss. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to keep your legs straight but even this is becoming harder by the moment. Suddenly Astarion pulls out his fingers out of your drenched cunt and returns them to your clit, rubbing faster and faster with each small circle. You can’t help it, you mewl louder and bite into the flesh of your thumb, sinking your fangs just to keep yourself quiet. You’re so close, so so close, you can feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

And next moment your world explodes. Your orgasm overtakes you and you shudder, your body trembling with pleasure and you squeeze your thighs together even harder. Your nails scrape the iron of the vault while you try to keep yourself up and you bite down even harder, tasting your own blood now, pain giving equal measure of satisfaction to your bliss. Oh it shouldn’t feel so good.

Your body spasms once, twice and after few more seconds your mind returns to you, but not before Astarion’s fingers give one last touch to your overstimulated nub, making your body respond with a jerk. Finally, with a satisfied chuckle he removes his hand from your pants but you remain still for a moment longer, trying to recover and to catch your breath, then finally release your hand from your bite. It throbs with aching sensation.

“Come here, love.” Astarion coos softly and you move to do just that before you realize that you are gripping a cylinder in your other hand. You must’ve grabbed onto it during your rapturing delirium and you hold onto it as you step a shaky step back, then another.

“Ow.” you murmur while rubbing your lower back. Being bent over in this kind of position and for this long made you sore.

Astarion helps you stand straight and you hope that once the tadpole is gone your full vampiric powers will eliminate such mortal pains as this. Finally you turn to him and look your lover in the eyes. You see pride, satisfaction and mischief in them. Oh he is happy with himself about what happened, of that you are sure.

“I think I fou-“

“Hm?” Astarion interrupts and makes a show of holding eye contact with you while raising the same two fingers he used as beautiful weapons against you. They are still slick with your arousal and he puts them in his mouth, sucking them slowly, then pulling them out with a loud pop and a satisfied sigh loud enough to echo through entire chamber. “You were saying?”

You glance at him, feeling slightly embarrassed but say nothing. Instead you show him the cylinder you found in the safe and Astarion’s eyes widen slightly.

“May I?” he extends the same hand he just licked your juices off, his fingers still glistening from his own saliva and you place the metal tube into his waiting palm.

Quickly Astarion opens one end of the cylinder and pulls out a rolled up thin parchment. He tucks the tube under his arm and unrolls the document beginning to read it. You step to his side with curiosity, feeling calmer now after what happened just earlier and eye the text yourself.

“Kozakuran?” you raise your eyebrows and Astarion frowns.

“Of course. What a bastard.” he grumbles but then closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a deep sigh. After he calms his sudden annoyance, Astarion rolls up the parchment and stuffs it back into the cylinder, closing it. “Does not matter. We have the dictionary, we can translate it later. But I’m sure it’s what I wanted.”

Vampire Lord shoves the cylinder in his pocket and finally looks at you, his unhappy expression immediately changes into a smile.

“Look at you, precious thing. Even with all of that being done to you, you still manage to do your task beautifully. I’m lucky to have you as my consort.” Astarion’s eyes sweep down your face and your breath catches in your throat. A feeling of anticipation takes a hold of you. And then he suddenly grabs your jaw with a familiar grip.

“Astarion…” you whisper softly. You’re not scared of him, but you don’t want to cause a scene when you just barely avoided getting caught with his fingers in your pussy.

However, Astarion doesn’t seem to be in a mood to listen to your gentle protests. He turns your face to the left, his eyes greedily devour the eternal bite marks he left on your neck on that faithful night, after a moment he makes you face him again, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Then he presses his lips against yours, deeply and passionately. You grab onto the front of his coat, leaning into the kiss eagerly. This alone is enough to rouse your passions again and you slightly open your mouth, touching his lips with the tip of your tongue, wanting to make the kiss deeper. Yet your Vampire Lord has another idea. Suddenly you feel him bite your lower lip and your eyes snap open in surprise, then you feel his fang break the skin and you begin tasting your own blood. Of course.

You relax again and close your eyes, then with a small smile you kiss him again. He’s done this before, this isn’t new. It’s like he’s addicted to you, to your blood, and when Astarion’s desire arises to taste it – he does so no matter where you two are. Seems this time it simply happens to be the underground vault of the Counting House that becomes the stage for his display of love.

You feel your lover pull back and you look at him, immediately noticing the blood trickle on his chin and begin feeling the stirrings of desire even stronger, you are sure your feelings are reflected in your eyes and maybe that’s why Astarion now playfully shoves your face away with a grin.

“Naughty. I see how you look at me. You want more, don’t you?” Vampire Lord quickly wipes away the blood trickle from his chin with a finger and licks it, his eyes not leaving yours. “You think you deserve it?” his tone of voice is suggestive and you don’t need to feel him up to know that he’s hard for you already. Most likely have been hard before he even slid his hand down your pants.

“I found what you were looking for, didn’t I?” you smile to him and gently tug at his coat. “Come on, didn’t you just say you’re lucky to have me? How about making me feel lucky to have you?” you tease and Astarion raises an eyebrow at you.

“Perhaps I will. But not here.” he smiles and raises his hand, this time wiping blood from your bottom lip too, making sure you’re presentable before the eyes of strangers can find you, then he offers you a lick.

You don’t look away from his eyes when instead of giving his thumb a lick you take it into your mouth and suck on it, slowly moving your tongue around it. You feel pride when you see a moment of surprise on Astarion’s face but it quickly gets replaced by a smug smile.

“Ah, I see how it is.” he pulls out his thumb from your mouth and you let him, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing your bottom lip with the same digit. “Let’s go. I think a reward is in order after all.” Vampire says calmly but you recognize the look in his eyes – passion and need. And that need is for you only.

Quickly now Astarion closes the vault, locking it and pocketing the key. He takes your hand and begins walking towards the massive steel door leading outside of the chamber. As you walk by you notice the clerk eyeing you both, and some guards seem to give curious looks as well but that only makes you want to giggle before you realize Astarion’s steps are becoming faster, yet you easily keep up with him.

Your footsteps echo off the walls as you both hurriedly get up at the stairs and you can’t help but break into a smile. Here’s that feeling of anticipation again and you feel the fire burn hotter inside of you. You need him, want him, as soon as possible and from how Astarion nearly drags you after him, rushing to the massive steel door, you know he feels the same.

He pushes the door open, just enough for you both to get outside and you pause, letting him push it closed, then turn and keep going but only for one step. You feel Astarion tug at your hand and with a graceful twirl you are spun around, forced against the door and being kissed passionately.

Your response is immediate. You kiss him back with everything you have, pushing your fingers into his silver locks, tasting his tongue on yours, feeling your body heat up from the sheer idea of having his cock inside of you. When Astarion pulls back he can see your dazed eyes and the lustful craving etched in your face like a beautiful picture. It makes him swear under his breath.

“Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.” he whispers before his fingers trail down your stomach to the laces of your pants.

“Here?” once more you are not sure if you two should be this intimate when you can get caught any moment but Astarion doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Here. Or else you’ll be responsible if I stain my pants, darling.” Lord’s eyes are focused on his fingers that are hurriedly pulling at your laces and you can only slowly exhale in response. He wants you this badly. It turns you on more than anything else could in this moment.

So you follow his lead, glancing down to find the laces of his breeches and you swallow hardly because you can see his erection stretching the fabric so tightly it must make him uncomfortable.

“Less staring, little love.” Astarion’s words are snippy, he’s impatient and already done with his task. He pulls your pants down your hips and with two fingers he reaches between your thighs to rub your cunt, exhaling. “You’re so ready for me. Delicious.”

“So are you.” you whisper back with a smile after your put your hand down his pants and pull out his already weeping erection. You give it a few slow strokes and Astarion’s eyes rise to meet yours.

“Turn around.” he commands and you smile wider, not moving just yet but he gives you no choice when Vampire Lord’s hands move to your waist and turn you around with ease.

He presses you chest-first against the door and with your cheek you feel the steel. Astarion pulls at your hips just enough to get your body at an angle he desires.

“You’re so bratty. If I didn’t need to fuck you right now I would keep you wanting until you’re silly with lust.” you hear Astarion mumble behind you and feel the heat against your inner thigh where the tip of his length presses for a brief moment, then gets aimed at your drenched core, nudging your folds. “Now be a good pet and take my cock like I taught you.”

You smile and with your palms pressed against the cold door you remain still for him, just like he wants you to. You let out a small gasp when you feel his dick slide into you with ease and you can’t help but moan loudly when he thrusts himself into you completely, claiming his rightful place.

“You’re going to alert everyone.” Astarion snaps at you with frustration and he pauses, rummages in his coat’s pocket then takes out the cylinder out of it. It comes into your vision when he presents it for you. “Bite onto this and don’t let go.” he instructs and you don’t argue, opening your mouth and letting him place the tube between your teeth horizontally. You bite down.

Without another word your Vampire Lord begins thrusting, his fingers gripping your waist to keep you steady while his hips snap against you relentlessly, already powered by his desire to cum quickly, before anyone interrupts. You close your eyes and try not to moan. You thought you had enough practice already by secretly doing this same thing during all those nights at Elfsong, but it doesn’t seem to get easier for you. Yet you try, not letting your moans leave your throat while Astarion grunts behind you, his cock easily filling you with every push, stretching your walls in a way that makes you dizzy. He’s perfect.

Then you feel a bite on your ear that makes you gasp and nearly release the cylinder from your lips. Astarion nibbles for a bit, his pumps not slowing even for a moment and you hear him panting heavily.

“I’m so close already, fuck, you feel too good, my love.” his whisper is strained as if he’s trying not to moan himself and you mewl silently because he’s driving you crazy. Your pleasure is building fast too, what he did earlier was not enough for you. You hunger for this sensation of fullness that only he can give you.

As soon as Astarion leans back from your ear you hear him let out a muffled groan and his thrusts change from controlled to increasingly erratic as he chases his orgasm and you’re not far behind him. You try to breathe through your nose and it’s becoming more difficult by the second since your own bliss begins to quickly overtake you.

Few more pumps, deep and driven by passion, are what it takes to make Astarion bite down a moan that you hear so clearly. That’s enough to make your body spasm in response to your orgasm. Couple more thrusts while your cunt clenches around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth and you feel Astarion’s fingers dig deep into your soft waist until he finally stops.

For a moment you both remain like this, trying to recover but you feel the cylinder being tugged from your mouth and you let go with relief, finally being able to breathe through your mouth, although for a moment you forgot you were even biting onto it.

“We should go.” Astarion mutters and pulls out of you, then gives your bare ass a playful smack. “Come on now, little treasure, I can’t let anyone see you like this. You’re mine to enjoy.” Vampire’s voice is playful and you smile, gathering yourself from against the door and you pull up your pants. With him filling you so thoroughly as he did just now the walk back to Elfsong is not going to be the most comfortable one, but oh was it worth it.

You spend only a short time to make yourselves look presentable and when you lift your face to him Astarion surprises you with a kiss. You smile against his lips and he pulls back with a smile of his own.

“Let’s not idle.” he gently brushes a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead and you give him a short peck on the lips then nod.

“I’m sure you’re eager to see what’s in that document.” you say and Astarion offers you his hand. When you take it he begins to lead you out of the vaults.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll allow you to distract me again.” a short glance from him is all what it takes for you to want to be his biggest distraction.

“We’ll see.” you smile while walking with him and Astarion sighs loudly, happily.

“Maybe I don’t dislike Counting House after all.” he says and you both laugh in unison.

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cherrypeaking · 1 year

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strawberries (taehyun x fem!reader smut)

part 2 of cushions

wc: 4.1k+

summary: it’s taehyun’s day off this time, but you’re the one who’s at work… will everything that happened on your last day off happen in reverse?

warnings: dom!taehyun (slightly sadistic) he calls you princess and noona, noona!reader, uses she/her pronouns, hand fetish, pervy!taehyun with a boob fetish, oral fem receiving, body worship, food play, temperature play, creampie •3•

a/n: it was very hard to write this without having my dear crystal gem 💎 @1004tyun check the sneak peeks… but i wanted to surprise you with it! i love you 🥺🩷 thank you so much for always being there for me and encouraging me!! this is for you!! i hope you like it (i took a risk not telling you about it 😳)

Taehyun’s dreamy eyes were the first thing that caught your attention when you woke up, because of your alarm going off.

“Rise and shine noona…” The younger purred out, before letting out his adorable giggle.

You felt his fingertips trail over your skin – more specifically your chest.

“Taehyun…! Care to explain what you’re doing right now?!” you called him out, in vain.

Said boy was already massaging your breasts, losing himself in his own little world.

In fact, he looked like he had been playing with them for a while, even before you were up.

“So soft…” It was hard not to laugh right in his face at that point.

Ever since your boyfriend had asked you if he could be the little spoon during the night, things had changed — for the merrier.

Taehyun always had his face in your boobs, it was as if he were in heaven, especially since it was summer now — because neither of you were sleeping with clothes.

When his head wasn’t buried deep into your bosom, his hands were there, pinching, flicking, massaging, squeezing and anything that anyone in the world could ever want to do with a pair of breasts.

“Oh…” you inhaled sharply, as you felt your nipples hardening under his touch. “Taehyun… I have to get ready…”

“Quiet, can’t you see I’m busy?” you huffed at his response.

Now wasn’t the time to get horny and yet he was making it hard for you not to beg him to take you right then and there.

“Y-you can’t be serious… sweetheart… I’m gonna be late…” your words came out with difficulty because of his dear attention to your boobs.

Taehyun leaned down, planting a kiss on your left nipple, before catching it with his plump lips.

“T-Taehyun…!” you whimpered, instinctively running your hand into his hair to push him closer to you.

While the boy was visibly enjoying the proximity you two had, he just stayed there, with your nipple in his mouth, keeping it warm.

Usually that was when Taehyun would start sucking your nipple, but he wasn’t doing that now. It was slightly getting on your nerves.

“Baby… please… either you go all the way or you let me go…” you whined out, not liking the way he was teasing you.

Halfheartedly, Taehyun retracted himself from you, pouting like a brat. That was a relief and you were hoping he would finally let you get ready to go to work.

You were about to get yourself out of bed but decided to give your boyfriend one last careful glance. You were never sure that he would ever let you go when he was acting so clingy first thing in the morning.

Plus, you were right.

Taehyun hadn’t given up yet and you definitely felt it when he got ahold of your right boob, this time, to squeeze it.

“A-ah…!” you moaned out, letting yourself get pushed right onto the mattress by your boyfriend.

“No fun…” he mumbled, getting back to cover your left nipple with his mouth, not doing anything else.

You were so desperate for more of his touch that you looked around.

On your right, you saw Taehyun peacefully keeping your breast inside his hot mouth. On your left, you saw his pretty little fingers tweaking your right nipple. You could even see the protruding veins on the back of his hand.

His fingers are so beautiful… his hands… oh lord… the veins…

You didn’t think too much of it. Your pussy lubricating itself was already showing more than enough, when it came to your appreciation – obsession? – for Taehyun’s hands.

“Noona… I don’t want you to go…” the younger frowned as he pulled away from your breasts, dragging two of his fingers into his mouth.

Seeing him suck on his own fingers had your whole body heat up in both shock and arousal. Taehyun was giving you the biggest puppy eyes, completely contrasting with the manly veins spreading all across his thin forearm.

“Shit…” you didn’t even mean to moan that out loud, but that only made Taehyun happier.

The latter smirked, removing his, now wet, fingers from his mouth to go back to pinching your nipple.

“Baby…” you threw your head backwards, feeling all the more sensitive to his touches now.

“Your boobs drive me insane.” Taehyun panted out, nuzzling your other breast before taking it in his mouth one more time.

This time, however, the younger made sure to suckle on you, making him earn sweet little moans of pleasure from you.

“Y-you… say that about… ten times a day…” you retorted, unable to hide your arousal and neediness.

Taehyun responded by applying more pressure as he sucked your nipple, stretching his mouth a bit to see if he were capable of fitting more of your boob inside.

Watching him do so made you shiver in surprise.

“Baby… it won’t fit…” you mumbled yet quickly gasped as Taehyun replied, not even bothering to pull away from your tits.

“I’ll make it fit, don't worry.” His words were close to impossible to decipher, but the movements of his lips on your boob, when he talked around it, sent vibrations down your spine.

You arched your back, startling your boyfriend.

“You’re… a fucking pervert.” you cussed him out with a grin, despite feeling so fuzzy – you knew he liked it.

Taehyun pulled away, wiping the drool off his lips with his forearm.

“Okay, you were right noona. It won’t fit.” you giggled, hoping that meant you were finally free to get off bed.

“But,” and that single word shattered all your hopes of ever arriving at work on time.

Taehyun cupped your breasts in his hands, squeezing them together so both your nipples would touch.

“I can do this instead…” he added, before taking both of your nipples in his mouth to suckle on them hard.

You yelped, looking directly at Taehyun at first, then looking away because of embarrassment.

Whether your breasts were sensitive before — you didn’t remember. But your boyfriend’s fixation on them, needing to keep them in his mouth all the time… It clearly made them feel more receptive to his touches than ever before.

Moreover, Taehyun was on top of you, and you could feel his dick getting harder by the minute against your thigh.

“B-baby…” you sighed out, moving your hip to rub his cock a bit.

Your pussy was so wet by then, you could almost sense a drop running down the sheets from your arousal.

“Can I please… touch myself baby? I want to cum… and go to work…” normally your boyfriend would’ve said ‘no’, as he liked taking his sweet time feasting on your tits.

However he knew time was passing and you would be late — you had complained to him more than enough.

Taehyun nodded, going back to sucking both your nipples at the same time, humping your thigh in need.

“Oh sweetheart… if you keep doing this… looking at me like this… it won’t be long before I cum…” you mumbled in a breathy voice, letting your hand reach for your cunt.

You were completely drenched, it was easy for your fingers to gather wetness onto your clit to start rubbing it, pressing onto your sweetest spots.

“Fuck…” you could feel your legs tremble in pleasure, all while keeping your gaze focused on Taehyun, whose eyes closed – he wanted to relish in the moment.

So many noises were filling your room, from your wetness, your boyfriend sucking on your tits and obviously your moans, growing louder and louder.

“Taehyun…!” you cried out, curling up your toes as your orgasm hit you brutally.

If you weren’t far gone, you would’ve felt your boyfriend quickening up his pace, rubbing his dick on your thigh more while he whimpered around your nipples.

Despite his hard-on, Taehyun stopped himself from doing anything more and pulled away from you. He laid back next to you on the bed, keeping his face on the level of your chest.

The younger watched with a smile as it moved up and down, because you were still trying to get back down to earth. He almost didn’t notice his hips humping in the air, trying to feel relief.

When your breathing calmed down, you opened your eyes again and tilted your head to look at Taehyun and smile back at him.

“I love you so much sweetheart…” you whispered, making the younger’s smile widen so much his sharp, beautiful, teeth were showing.

“Love you more, noona…” he replied, whimpering as he saw you get off the bed.

Even the sole sensation of your weight leaving the mattress made his heart hurt a bit. If it weren’t for his painful erection, Taehyun would’ve actually joined you for breakfast.

About half an hour later, you were ready to leave.

“Taehyun? I’m off to work!” you exclaimed from afar, but the silence you were met with called to your mind.

You hurried over to your bedroom again to check up on Taehyun, only to find him lying down in bed.

“Sweetheart?” you hoped you weren’t waking him up, but it was hard to make out if he was asleep, because his back was facing you.

“Hm?” his hum in response relieved you.

You hovered over his face to plant a peck on his scalp.

“I’m going… I’ll miss you darling.” you whispered close to his ear, making the boy bury his face in his pillow.

“I’ll miss you too noona… hehe.” he replied. You smiled and gave him a second kiss on the head before leaving the premise.

Taehyun didn’t know what to do with himself now that he was all alone.

Unlike you, the boy didn’t have many opportunities to take notice, or he would ask for days off at the same time as you did. Today was very exceptional and he had no idea what to do all by himself.

Especially since his arousal wasn’t showing any signs of calming down.

Why do I do this to myself?

He groaned, pressing his cheek against his pillow further until his eyes made contact with one of the edges of said pillow.

To anyone who was fully awake and non touch-deprived, a pillow would’ve just been a pillow.

It’s… like Y/N’s nipple…

Taehyun thought, while a dreamy smile crept upon his face and he let images flood his lustful mind. The boy repositioned his head so that his mouth could catch the edge of the pillow.

“Hm…” he hummed pleasantly as he started suckling the soft fabric.

Taehyun knew you would be exasperated with him if you walked in on him doing something like that.

“Baby… you’re still thinking about my boobs?” you’d huff before getting on top of him.

Obviously, your clothes would vanish magically, so he would be able to start suckling your nipples again.

In reality, the boy got ahold of his rock hard dick, moaning against the pillow.

“Yes, I never stop thinking about them…my princess has the breast boobs… I mean…” he would definitely get his words confused, opening up to welcome your tit in his mouth.

You would giggle because of his silliness.

“Pfft… unbelievable… but that’s how I like you…” you’d tell him, cheeks already flushed from his suction motions.

As the images kept running through his head, Taehyun began humping the air repeatedly. He wanted to feel you so bad and yet, you would only be home in the evening.

It was getting harder for him to keep sucking on the pillow while jerking off at the same time, because he was starting to lack oxygen. Taehyun let the material escape his lips, wheezing out to get air back into his lungs.

“Ah… shit… Y/N…” he groaned, bucking his hips forward to follow his hands’ pace.

Taehyun kept picking it up, wanting to finally cum. The mental image of you, under him, with your tits bouncing as he fucked you, was what brought him to the edge.

“Y/N…!” he whined out, throwing his head backwards while his cock spurted strings of semen all across your sheets.

“Y/N…” Taehyun let out a long, breathy, moan of relief. He couldn’t wait for you to be back.

Despite not being used to the home alone lifestyle, Taehyun found out what he would do.

You could call him unoriginal – he wanted to be the one to surprise you with a dessert this time.

As aspiring as he was to become the best cook for you, the boy decided to follow through on your theme and use the same fruit you did last time.

“Strawberry ice cream… my favorite kind of ice cream…” he smirked, already looking for the ingredients.

Taehyun had a clear plan in mind.

“Sweetheart! I’m back!” the sound of keys unlocking the door startled Taehyun, who was in the middle of a bicep curl set.

He put his dumbbells on the furniture before sprinting towards the entrance, ready to welcome you back home.

Albeit you’d been living with Taehyun for a long time now, it still struck you when you were greeted by a shirtless, sweaty young man.

You could feel your cheeks burn up at the sight before you.

“H-hello…” you mumbled, looking your boyfriend up and down.

Taehyun didn’t quite understand your sudden bashfulness, until he remembered he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“I’m sorry noona, I was in the middle of a workout…” he apologized, scratching his neck from slight embarrassment.

You lifted both of your hands up, shaking your head.

“It’s okay…” you first said, your gaze going from his face – wet strands of hair were stuck on his forehead – to his muscular figure.

The veins all over his body were an obvious sign that you had just arrived while he was working out. Your eyes darted towards them once more, only to stop at his hands – the veiniest parts of his body.

If you weren’t already feeling hot, you were fuming now and Taehyun caught on pretty quickly.

“Missed me, princess?” he asked, helping rid you of your bag and jacket.

The two of you never stopped smiling at each other, it seemed like you knew you weren’t just going to have a chat tonight.

“Of course I did… I’d have done anything to stay home with you…” you replied, pecking his mouth to thank him for his aid in getting you cozy.

You tried making the distance between you two even smaller, but Taehyun instantly pulled you under his arm.

He planted a kiss on your head, saying you both should get in the bedroom.

“I’ve got a surprise for you princess…” he whispered into your ear, kissing it softly.

When you entered your room, Taehyun gently positioned you on the bed, underneath him.

You noted the presence of an ice cream jar on the nightstand next to you.

Before you could ask your boyfriend what that was for, the latter leaned down to kiss you passionately, wanting to rid you of your clothes as soon as possible. He couldn’t wait to see your naked body again.

“These clothes are so fucking useless… princess… please help me…” Taehyun groaned between two kisses, not wanting to pull away from you.

You moaned on his lips, you wanted to oblige but having the younger so close to you made it difficult to undress yourself.

Instead, your hands reached for his shorts to pull them down, leaving him in just his underwear.

“Fuck princess…” Taehyun pulled away from you, his breath catching in his throat when he felt you removing his underwear as well, letting his hard cock spring free.

At the sight of his nude body, you whined, trying to take a bit of your clothes off too. Taehyun came to your aid and got rid of your shirt and bra in less than a few seconds.

While the boy wanted you fully unclothed as soon as possible, at the view of your naked breasts, Taehyun felt that he had to lean down first and kiss each of your nipples once.

“Welcome back…” his words made you deadpan.

No comment.

You giggled as you saw your boyfriend use his teeth to try and unzip your pants.

“Love my princess…” Taehyun whispered, giving your now reachable panties a good lick, before pulling them down with your pants.

When the cold air hit your skin, you withered, anticipating what your boyfriend had in store for tonight.

Taehyun reached for the jar to open it and dip one of his fingers inside.

“Oh… strawberry ice cream?” you smelt the scent and recognized it immediately. Now you were confused.

Why isn’t he using a spoon?

“Yeah… let me check if it’s good first…” he said as he brought his index into his mouth to taste his homemade ice cream.

Your eyes were focused on his hand, the finger in his mouth. You wished he would make you suck his fingers too.

Taehyun hummed, nodding to himself.

“It’s great! Y/N… please have a taste!” your boyfriend dipped his index finger in the jar again, before bringing it to your mouth this time.

It was as though he had read your mind.

You immediately obliged, opening your mouth to welcome his finger, tasting the ice cream that your boyfriend prepared just for you.

“Hmm…” Taehyun smirked when he heard you moan in pleasure.

“Princess likes having my finger in her mouth right?” Your eyes widened at his words.

He raised his eyebrows.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” You looked down, focusing on his finger and making him chuckle.

His other arm reached for the jar again, dipping his finger to gather some more ice cream.

Without any warning, he spread the cold sweetness on your right nipple.

“A-ah…!” you let Taehyun’s fingers out of your mouth as you yelped because of the cold on your boob.

Soon enough, your other nipple was coated with strawberry ice cream too.

“S-so… cold… baby…” you shivered, spreading your shaky legs as your pussy throbbed in desire for more.

It was a new feeling, the low temperature made your buds harden way faster than they would on the usual.

“I wanted to try something new… Do you mind being my treat for tonight, noona?” Taehyun asked, dragging the tip of his tongue across the curve of your breast, without getting to where the ice cream was.

“Please… eat me Taehyun…” you shyly begged him, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on him.

The younger didn’t need to be told twice. Next thing you knew, his tongue was swirling around your hard nipple, getting to taste all the ice cream.

“Hmm…” he moaned against your skin, loving the sweetness.

Nonetheless, what mattered to him the most was getting to have your tits in his mouth for as long as he could.

“Sweetheart… please…” you pleaded for him to change sides, cupping your other boob in your hand to tilt it closer to Taehyun’s face.

“Ah… thank you princess… you learn how to feed me quick hm?” His words made your heart jump.

Taehyun couldn’t help taking his sweet time suckling on your nipples, always changing from the left to the right one, even when he was done licking off all the ice cream.

“I love you so much…” you told the boy, who gave your breasts one final kiss each before pulling away.

He dipped both of his hands in the jar this time.

“Tae-” you were about to ask what he was doing but he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, making you moan.

You wasted no time and began sucking the ice cream off his fingers. Even when you were done, you wanted to keep them in your mouth.

“Noona… you’re so naughty…” Taehyun purred out, using his other hand to spread a bit of ice cream all over your tummy.

His mouth on you planted kisses everywhere on your skin, places wherein you weren’t used to being kissed by him.

You were surprised, opening your mouth to whimper and letting Taehyun remove his fingers from you.

Eventually, he reached for your in between, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.

“I love you too…” he said, kissing your clit gently, earning a louder moan from you.

“Taehyun…!” you whined when you saw your boyfriend back away, expecting for him to go down on you.

Instead, he got a hold of the jar to dip his fingers in ice cream one more time.

What happened next almost made you shriek.

“This is a different kind of creampie hehe…” Taehyun giggled, dragging ice cream on your outer lips and in your vagina.

“I’m going to make you… r-regret this…!” you groaned, not knowing how to react to ice cream being shoved right up there.

Given that, with time, the cream had melted a little. It was still fairly cold nevertheless.

Taehyun solely smirked, enjoying watching you feel so helpless because of him.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll warm you back up.” he whispered, positioning his head in front of your pussy again.

“Fuck…!” you cursed out, your hands instinctively running through Taehyun’s hair to push his lips closer to your cunt.

In return, he moaned too, licking away the rest of his ice cream.

“Your pussy tastes way better than that ice cream… fuck…” he whispered, gently nibbling on your left outer lip.

Hearing him say that only spurred you on further. You wanted Taehyun to keep eating you out until you came.

You knew it was only a matter of time, with how good he was.

“D-darling… oh… I’m getting closer….” you sighed out, letting out a whimper as you felt your boyfriend get a long lick on your slit.

“I can feel it princess… so wet… you’re all warm again too…” he commented, indulging in your taste.

In the meantime, Taehyun was trying his hardest to keep focusing on you and you alone. But it was so difficult for him — pleasuring you made his arousal hurt even more.

“Ah…” he panted against your skin, feeling his dick already getting wet with precum as well.

You whined when you felt your boyfriend stop working his tongue on you. You tilted your head and saw Taehyun align his cock with your entrance.

“Princess I’m so close too…” that sentence made you wither underneath him as you spread your legs wider, nodding to him.

His strong hands made their way onto your waist to grab it firmly.

Soon enough, you felt his girth stretch out your wet walls, making you throw your head back.

“Taehyun…!” you cried out, having missed the feeling of his dick inside of you.

The said boy groaned in return, already starting to thrust in and out of you.

“Ah shit…” he swore under his breath, his eyes had no other way to stare at anything other than your bouncing boobs.

The sight was too much for him, it was as if you were born just to drive him crazy.

Meanwhile all you could think about was the strong grip on your waist as you were being plowed by your boyfriend.

You could only assume there would be bruises tomorrow.

“Y/N… I’m… I’m gonna cum…” Taehyun snapped you out of your fantasies and you whined.

You were close too, so close in fact.

“Please… cum inside me…” you begged him, before squeezing your eyes shut bashfully.

Taehyun grinned, his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth.

“I’ll do it princess… I’ll fill you up with my cum…” he growled, his gaze never leaving your breasts as his thrusts became messier.

Your moans were louder, Taehyun knew you were just about to cum with him.

When you felt two of his fingers press into your mouth, you whined, even though it was muffled.

“Ah… shit… Y/N…!” Taehyun whimpered, feeling his cock twitch before he came, emptying himself right into you.

You followed him shortly after, moaning against his fingers as you let your climax hit you.

Taehyun rode out his orgasm, before pulling out of you, letting some of his cum already drip down the sheets.

He collapsed next to you, watching as you came back down from your high.

“Taehyun…” you whispered, feeling so spent now that you could fall asleep at any time.

Said boy smiled at you, kissing the bridge of your nose.

“Oh… it melted.” Taehyun exclaimed to himself, glancing at the jar a couple of hours later.

In the end, the both of you had fallen asleep for a bit. The boy woke up and remembered what happened, so he decided to at least clean what he could without waking you up too.

Eh… next time it’ll be a real dessert… with strawberries… promise.

Taehyun thought, getting the jar in the kitchen to start cleaning.

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winter-soldier-101 · 4 days

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What have you done! Part 3

Summary: (Y/N) is set to marry Aemond will this marriage help both families or will it all end in fire and blood?

(Y/N) sat in her room waiting for her handmaidens to help her pack but as (Y/N) opens her door she hears shouting from the great hall and walks down the long staircase and sees Ser Qarl Correy stab her father then push his body in the fire (Y/N) lets out a loud scream as Ser Qarl runs away Rhaenys and Lord Corlys run and see (Y/N) pull her fathers burnt body out of the fire and cry out and Rhaenys runs over and lets out a scream and holds (Y/N) as they both cry over Laenors body as Rhaenyra and Daemon help Laenor and Ser Qarl escape so both can be free.

(Y/N) sits in her room at DragonStone and cries as she loses yet another father.

“Oh my darling, I know it hurts” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N) as she lets out a little cry.

“Mother, why would Ser Qarl want kill father? They cared for each other?” (Y/N) asks Rhaenyra.

“I think Ser Qarl was tired of hiding who he and your father were,” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N).

“Are you really going to marry Daemon so soon after father?” (Y/N) asks Rhaenyra.

“Yes Daemon and I will marry and we will marry today” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N).

“Why so soon? I don’t understand why?” (Y/N) asks Rhaenyra.

“In time you come to understand why and I have other news to share with you, your grandfather and I have talked and we have discussed you and Aemond marrying to keep peace between our family and I have accepted and you will leave for King's Landing in a year.” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N) as she makes why to the door leaving (Y/N) alone in her room.

Kings Landing

(Y/N) flew Baelon to King's Landing and landed and waited for her carriage to take her to the keep.

“Good morning Princess, I am Ser Steffon, your sworn protector.” Ser Steffon says to (Y/N).

(Y/N) enters the Red Keep as Ser Steffon introduces her.

“Princess (Y/N) Velaryon heir to Princess Rhaenyra” Ser Steffon introduces (Y/N) to the masses.

King Viserys walks down and hugs (Y/N).

“I’m so happy to have you home Rhaenyra it’s been so long” Viserys whispers to (Y/N).

“Mother, why do I have to marry her?” Aemond asks Alicent angrily.

“Aemond it is your duty and hers as well and your father wants our families to join and bring peace between us and (Y/N) cares for you. She was by your side that night and she’s been writing to you and you wrote to her and I know you both care for each other.” Alicent says to Aemond.

Aemond leaves his room and makes way to the training yard to meet with Ser Criston Cole as (Y/N) walks by with Ser Steffon and watches Aemond train.

4-5 years later

(Y/N) holds Aemond’s hand as he lays on top of her thrusting into her softly as she moans his name.

“Aemond please faster” (Y/N) begs him and he thrusts a little faster.

“Fuck…. (Y/N) I’m going to put a babe in you… oh fuck take my seed!” Aemond moans into (Y/N)’s ear as they both finish.

(Y/N) holds Aemond’s body and whispers softly into her ear as a knock on the door pulls them away from their sweet bliss.

“My Prince and Princess the Queen would like to have tea with you both” Talya says through the door.

“We will be there in a few minutes Talya can you bring us some hot water for a bath” (Y/N) says as she hears Talya leave.

(Y/N) and Aemond wash up and head to Alicent’s room.

“How are you both doing?” Alicent asks.

“We are fine mothers, we just like to be alone together sometimes” Aemond says.

“I am happy for you both” Alicent says looking at Aemond and (Y/N).

“We’re happy with each other” (Y/N) says holding Aemond’s hand.

Aemond leaves them both alone to train and (Y/N) and Alicent talk and drink tea and eat some lemon cakes as (Y/N) feels a little sick and faint but she rushes to the chamber pot and throws up and apologizes to Alicent.

“Are you alright my dear?” Alicent asks (Y/N).

“Yes… I’m fine, just a little sick I must go see the maester” (Y/N) says as she leaves the room.

“Princess congratulations are in order you are with child” maester Mellos tells (Y/N).

“Are you sure?” (Y/N) asks Maester Mellos.

“Yes Princess I am very sure would you want me to tell the King and Queen for you?” Mellos asks (Y/N).

“No I will tell them tonight at dinner” (Y/N) says as she walks out of the room to her and Aemond’s shared room.

“Aemond I must tell you something” (Y/N) says quietly to Aemond.

“What my love tell me ?” Aemond asks (Y/N).

“I went to see the Maester and he told me I am with child!” (Y/N) tells Aemond.

Aemond gets up and holds (Y/N) close and puts his hands on her belly and gets on his knees and kisses her belly softly.

“I can’t wait to meet our little dragon” Aemond says, getting up and kissing (Y/N) softly and holding her close.

(Y/N) sits next to Aemond as they get up and smile at the King and Queen.

“We have news to share.” (Y/N) says happily.

“(Y/N) is with child!” Aemond says excitedly.

Alicent gets up and hugs (Y/N) and Aemond and kisses (Y/N)’s cheeks as Viserys hugs (Y/N) tight and congratulates her and Aemond.

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everlastlady · 6 months

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Bloody Legend Part 5

✘Posted: 11/10/2023

✘Story Contains: Anxiety attacks, Mammon being a cunt, Verosika, Striker, Rosemary, Charlie Morningstar, & Cute moments.

✘Word Count: 2685

✘Author's Note: Bloody Legend Friday. I'm taking it easy with writing because yesterday I had a seizure so I was drained. But I won't let y'all down. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘ Story Parts: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

“ Please stay… “ (Name) softly spoke as they glanced at Mammon who stood there. Mammon looked at (Name), they wanted him to stay. Did they really enjoy that dinner with him that much? This made Mammon smile, Mammon knew he wasn't a very well liked sin. The only person he considered a friend in the higher up places was Lucifer. But he didn’t really hangout with Lucifer. “ Sure, scoot over. “ Mammon lifted the blanket while (Name) scooted over the two laid in the bed looking at each other, locked into a staring contest before (Name) spoke up. “ Mam, I have a question… “ (Name) said while playing with the fabric of the green blanket. “ What’s your question? “ Mammon said while playing with (Name’s hair), he would answer any question they had as long as he got to be by their side. “ Are you using me for money? Am I just a puppet for profit? “ (Name) asked, looking away, hoping that their question wouldn’t upset Mammon. The greed lord taken back back this question, he didn’t expect them to ask this so soon. He didn’t know what to tell them;of course he was using them for profit, they were his cash cow. Making more money for him than Fizzarolli did. But he couldn’t tell (Name) that because what if you get upset and leave. He couldn’t have that; he couldn’t lose (Name). “ Of course, I’m not using you. Yes I’ve pushed you too hard which is why I set up that dinner and relaxing night for us, I promise to be more gentle with you to not work you so hard. But remember I saved you from that shithole comedy club in Wrath. “ Mammon placed his hand upon (Name’s) cheek. “ You promise, you aren’t using me? “ (Name) asked with a smile. “ I promise (Name) and I never break a promise. “ Mammon smiled. But deep down he knew this was wrong to lie to (Name). But he knew that (Name) would never find out. Because he wouldn’t let that happen. After a couple of moments (Name( fell asleep holding onto Mammon.

Mammon watched (Name) sleep, the covers were pulled up against them. Their chest rising and sinking with each peaceful breath escaping their soft lips. How he wanted to place a kiss on their lips but pulled that thought from his head. The green blanket was fluffy which was keeping both Mammon and (Name) warm. Mammon stared up at the ceiling, sometimes he could feel (Name) toss and turn in their sleep. They truly looked peaceful and happy, they deserved it. Mammon eventually fell asleep himself because he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. The next morning, Mammon woke up before (Name) he groaned and looked down to see (Name) was still sleeping, slightly drooling which Mammon found cute. Unlike (Name) who could sleep in because they were still recovering. Mammon got out of bed since he had many of his businesses to attend to. Mammon carefully got out of the bed and tucked in (Name) and left the room. “ Make sure to serve (Name), breakfast and that they take their vitamins if the doctor stops by then let them know I’m out. “ Mammon said to the small shark servant who nodded. Mammon got himself ready, his phone rang and he picked it up while adjusting his jester hat. “ Hello? “ Mammon adjusted his jester outfit. “ Uncle Mammon, Hi! “ A cheerful voice came from the other side of the line. Mammon’s large smile appeared already knowing who that cheerful tone belonged to. “ Charlie! My dear niece, how are you doing? What’s up, do ya need some money, business advice for that hotel that you’re doing, or need someone dead? “ Mammon sat down while a servant brought him breakfast. “ I’m doing good uncle Mon, I was wondering if (Name) could perform at the hotel in 2 weeks. It's the grand opening soon . “ Charlie asked. Mammon had forgotten about his niece's grand opening of her hotel. Her Hazbin Hotel, to help sinners get into Heaven. Mammon found the idea comical but he wouldn’t tell her that because he loved his niece and actually wanted to see how this would go. But she was requesting (Name) to perform for the grand opening.

“ Charlie-Bean… “ Mammon bites his lip thinking. He truly loved and cared about his niece, but he wasn’t sure if (Name) should perform. “ Dad will be there and he likes (Name’s) performance and a lot of other important people of Hell will be there so I thought (Name) would be good since they can sing and make people laugh. “Charlie sounded nervous as if she was hoping her uncle would say yes. Lucifer will be there and the other important people. Mammon couldn’t pass up this especially since Lucifer likes (Name’s) performance and if the important people of Hell would be there and if they like (Name’s) performance then many of them would try to request for (Name), he would make so much money. He was sure that could make (Name) perform a bit longer before making them quit. “ Charlie, (Name) will be there and I’ll make sure they give the best damn performance, thank you for requesting them; I’m sure they’ll be honored to perform at the grand opening. “ Mammon marked his calendar. “ Thank you so much uncle Mammon, I’ll be sure to give (Name) the best room, bye! “ Charlie said in a singful tone, like father like daughter. “ Goodbye Charlie, love ya. “After the call ended Mammon set his phone aside. “ They can hold out a little longer, they can hold out a little longer. “ Mammon held his head in his hands while repeating that to himself. Mammon looked at the picture of (Name) on his desk. “ I know you can hold out a little longer. '' Mammon stood up and walked out his office to go talk with (Name), he opened their bedroom door but didn’t find them. (Name)? “ He peeked his head out of the room, as he saw a small imp servant walking with a water can. “ Hey, Mae, where is (Name)? “ Mammon asked. “ They were in the garden eating breakfast, they were feeling stuffy in the room. “ Mae said. “ Thanks, carry on with your duties or whatever you are doing. “ Mammon walked past Mae who bowed. Mammon walked out into the garden as he saw (Name) sitting at the table surrounded by the beautiful flowers while they ate breakfast.

Mammon thought they looked beautiful surrounded by the flowers and plants. How the sun shined down on them. They looked like an angel, even though Mammon hated angels. If (Name) was an angel then he would repent. Mammon walked up. (Name) turned around as they could already hear the jiggles of Mammon’s hat. “ Mon, Hi. “ They smile. That smile that Mammon loved so much. He pulled out a chair and took a seat. “ (Name) since you are better in two weeks, you’ll be performing at my niece’s grand opening of her hotel. Ya know Lucifer’s daughter who is doing that Hazbin Hotel. “ Mammon said, picking up a fork and eating off your plate. “ Oh! I heard about her hotel. I think it's sweet what she is doing but can sinners really be saved? “ (Name) asked. “ No, once a sinner always a sinner it’s why those creepy looking angels come down and kill off sinners to make room for more that die and end up here. But hey, gotta let the kid dream. Besides, if she somehow does it, Lucifer won’t be happy, he’ll probably shut it down. “ Mammon laughed. But (Name) frowned, shouldn’t a father support his daughter. But (Name) nodded their head. “ Okay, sounds great, I can’t wait to perform. “ (Name) said while drinking their coffee. “ Good! Because a lot of important people including Lucifer will be there so don’t disappoint me, you’re a bloody legend (Name)! “ Mammon stood up and walked off. (Name) sat there frozen, Lucifer? Will be there. Their heart was thumping in against their chest it felt like they had lost all color, the breaths became shallow and their hands trembled as they dropped the cup that held their coffee onto the table as it fell. Their thoughts were scattered, body tensing up. They can’t let themself down… they can’t let their mom down. (Name) closed their eyes and took a deep breath. “ I’ve got this, I got this. I’m a bloody legend. “ (Name) still trembling stood up and decided a nice day at the spa would help so they called up Verosika. (Name) would not disappoint Mammon or her mother. They would do their best to perform and make sure that nothing went wrong.

(Name) waited outside of the gates of Mammon’s palace, soon Verosika’s hot pink and white limo pulled up blasting pop music. The door opened as Verosika sat there wearing a white tub top and a matching short skirt. Her legs crossed as Striker sat next to her. “ (Name)! Ready for a relaxing spa day, I booked the best session for us. “ Verosika purrs. (Name) smiled and got into the limo. As it pulled off. Verosika could tell that (Name) wasn't themself over the phone when (Name) had called and asked for a spa day with her. “ So sweetheart, are you okay? You didn’t sound too good on the phone. “ She asked, rubbing their thumb over the (Name’s) hand. “ Yes, I’m okay… It’s just Lucifer’s daughter Charlie, she booked me as the opening and closing act at the grand opening of the hotel. I'm kinda nervous because Lucifer himself will be there and other important people. “ (Name) rubbed the back of their neck. “ I just don’t want to let Mammon down. “ (Name) looked down as Striker rolled his eyes. But he didn’t want to cause a scene. “ Do you want to perform there? “ Striker asked. “ I do, I think what Charlie is doing is sweet and I would like to be able to perform again instead of laying in bed and taking vitamins, I’m already feeling much better and will be able to be up on stage again soon. “ (Name) smiled. “ Well, as long as you want to perform then that’s fine darlin’, you’ll do great I’m sure of it. “ Striker smiled.

Meanwhile Mammon was thinking of an outfit (Name) could wear to that grand opening. Something that would match him, so that (Name) and him would look cute. Maybe other people would think that he and (Name) are a couple which is great, because if people assume that (Name) belongs to Mammon then they wouldn’t mess with (Name) or dare to even touch them. “ No, No, too plain, too baggy, ugh! Not enough flash. “ Mammon didn’t like any of the outfits that the servants brought out. “ I need something that will make me and (Name) look like a power couple. “ Mammon said. “ But you two aren’t a couple. “ Rosemary said, laying in the chair. Mammon glared at the plant demon woman. “ I know that! But that doesn’t mean others can’t know that and besides (Name) wouldn’t mind matching. “ Mammon said. “ I only called you to help because I refused to ask Asmodeus for help. “ Mammon rolled his eyes. “ Or you could man up and ask him. “ Rosemary said while drinking her tea. “ If you want to be able to attend that grand opening, then you’ll quit being a bloody drongo and help me. “ Mammon said. “ Fine… go with the outfit on the left, you can get a custom one made and tailored for (Name) it will somewhat mirror what you’ll be wearing. “ Rosemary said. “Good good, you are right. “ Mammon tossed the outfit towards the goat servant. “ Go to the tailor shop and have them craft something for me and (Name) “ Mammon said and turned towards Rosemary. “ You know the dinner worked… We had a goodnight together and cuddled in bed. “ Mammon sheepishly said. “ Oh? What happened after that? Because I know you didn’t confess since you want to lie about being a couple with (Name) especially without their knowledge. “ Rosemary rolled her green eyes. “ I couldn’t, not yet but I will soon. “ Are ya sure, you’re a bit of a duffer. “ Rosemary sighed. “ I’m trying Rose. “ Mammon sat down. “ I love them, and I will tell them at the right time. “ Mammon looked down. “ Listen, take all the time you need; just don’t take too long or else someone else will go for it. And you won’t be able to stop it, I have to go because I have some mob boss named Crimson coming in for surgery and I need the money if I’m going to look my best at the grand opening, take care Mon. “ Rosemary walked out of Mammon's office.

Mammon sat there thinking about what Rosemary said. Could someone truly come in and sweep (Name) off their feet. And he would just have to stand by and pretend to be happy. Because he can’t just say no and force (Name) to love him, that’s the last thing Mammon wanted to force upon (Name). He sighed. “ Maybe at the grand opening, I’ll confess…” Mammon poured himself a drink and pulled out his phone. His lockscreen was a picture of (Name) and him when they first met. “ (Name), I love you, will you go out with me? “ He kept repeating this but when the door opened Mammon jumped dropping his phone and glass onto the floor luckily none of them broke. He looked up and saw (Name) standing there. “ (Name) you almost stopped my hearts! “ He picked up his phone while one of the servants cleaned up the spilled drink. “ Sorry, I just got back from the spa and did a little shopping. I saw this and it reminded me of you so I got it for you. “ (Name) pulled out this small plush toy that was a green centipede. Mammon chuckled and carefully took the centipede plush toy. “ Aww, thanks (Name) this is quite special. I'll keep it on my shelf. “ Mammon stood up and walked over to his shelf and set the plush toy down next to some other items which were just simple old pictures before Mammon donned the green outfit and other nick nacks. '' Mammon, do you think I’ll do a good job at the grand opening? “ (Name) asked. Mammon turned around and saw (Name) looking at the ground, Mammon smiled and walked over. “ Of course, you’ll do great (Name) you’re a bloody… you’re a great performer, someone who knows how to bring laughter to others and I know you can do this, because you never failed a performance. “ Mammon placed his hands on (Name’s) shoulders. (Name) smiled and felt their anxiety ease just a bit. “ Thank you, Mammon. “ (Name) said. The door again slammed open as the goat servant from earlier came back. “ The matching outfits for him and (Name) are ready! “ The goat demon said. Shit shit, Mammon wanted those outfits to be a surprise. “ Matching outfits? “ (Name) looked at Mammon and then walked over to the outfits.

They ran their fingers against the fabric and picked up the outfit, they looked over at Mammon who had a nervous and flustered look. “ I love them! “ (Name) squeals. And hugged the outfit close to their chest. “ Y-You do? Great! Because I thought matching outfits would be great for business, and we’ll also look better than anyone else at the party. Maybe even better than Luci and his wife. “ Mammon teased. (Name) laughed. “ Looking better than Lilith and Lucifer, I don't think we'll be able to pull that off. “ (Name) said, setting down the outfit. “ But I don’t care what others think, because I know we’ll both look great. “ (Name) said with sparkles in their eyes. Suddenly Mammon didn’t care about looking better than anyone else at that grand opening. “ You’re right, I can’t wait to attend the grand opening with you. “ Mammon smiled. “ How about we go work on your act and then go out for lunch? “ Mammon held (Name’s) hands. (Name) nodded their head with a toothy grin, Mammon and (Name) walked out of his office holding hands, there was so much to do for the grand opening.

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heli-writes · 2 months

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Seven summers, part 6.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Disclaimers: Make-out session, allusion to sex, no full-on smut (they're still minors, y'all!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Series Masterlist

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Sixth summer, July.

The weather in England has been cold and rainy lately. It doesn't seem to be July at all. Y/n longs for those warm, long summer nights outside in her parents' garden, playing cards and drinking bubbly lemonade. Instead, she's clinging to her umbrella and making herself as small as possible so that she doesn't give the wind too much space to attack her with its whipping water. She's waiting for Draco near the entrance of Diagon Alley. She watched several wizards enter and leave the place, but no Draco so far. Y/n wonders if he will actually show up. They've been exchanging letters via owl, as usual. At the beginning of the school year, Draco's letters have been arriving quite frequently but there were less and less letters the last few months. Y/n knows there's been some arguments with his rival Harry and a new teacher. Draco was appointed a certain position in a Club or something. He didn't really tell her what's it about but ever since he's been more reserved than before.

Y/n waits for almost an hour before she gives up. She walks through the pouring rain back to the bus stop. She stops by a Costa and treats herself to a hot cup of tea on the go in an attempt to warm herself up. On the bus, she plugs in her headphones and stares out of the window. She tries really hard not to cry and hopes that none of the other passengers notice th water dwelling in her eyes. When she gets off the bus, her head's pounding from the oppressing of tears. Y/n walks straight home and up to her room, without taking off her jacket and boots. She can hear her mother complaining about the water on the floor, but she doesn't care. She's just dropped onto her bed when she hears the soft clank of Draco's owl on her window. Y/n gets up and sniffs. This guy has some nerve, she tells herself as she walks up to the window. She takes the letter from the owl and throws some dried meat in its direction, a habit she picked up a while ago. She leans back on a chair and reads.

Dear y/n,

I won't be able to make it today. I'm really sorry but there have been some issues in my family recently and my mother needs my support. I hope the whole situation dissolves itself soon.

I'll send you a letter when it's possible to meet again. I hope you can understand.

Draco.

Y/n folds up the letter and puts it in a box beneath her bed where she keeps all of Draco's letters. She writes a quick response and hands it to the owl who is patiently waiting outside. She watches the owl fly away. I must've just missed his message, y/n thinks. Yet still she can't shake the feeling that something is off.

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Draco lets y/n wait for two weeks. Y/n got antsy with every passing day without hearing from him. Eventually, he sends her a letter and proposes a meeting in Windsor Great Park for a stroll and coffee. Y/n is nervous all morning and has to redo her makeup twice after ruining her eyeliner. Again, y/n is the first to arrive. She walks up and down the entrance of the Savill Garden.

"Hey", she suddenly hears behind her. Draco is standing right next to her with a loopy grin on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, y/n thinks. She smiles at him nonetheless and opens her arms to hug him. Almost hesitantly, Draco hugs her back. It's a bit awkward. "Do you want to go inside?", y/n says and points to the garden. Draco nods. They take the tourist route but there aren't many other people around. It's probably because of the grey clouds that hang low above their heads. They walk along the path between rows of bushes and other plants.

Draco doesn't make an attempt to start a conversation, so y/n does. "So, how's your family? Everything alright? Your letter sounded quite serious.", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs and doesn't answer immediately. "I guess, we're alright. Things haven't been resolved but it will be ok.", he tells her. Y/n nods reassuringly but she feels that Draco does not really believe that last part. "If you don't mind me asking... what happened?", she asks carefully. Draco kicks a stone out of his way. "My dad has been involved in some stuff. He's temporarily contained.", he tells her. Y/n stares at him with big eyes. "Like jail?", she blurts. Draco gives her an angry look. "Yes. My mother did not take it too well.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. They walk in silence for a moment. "What about you? How do you take it?", she asks him. Draco shrugs again and does his best to look somewhere far ahead. "Draco...", y/n mumbles and touches his arm. "I'm fine.", he says harshly, "My mother needs all the support she can get. I can't be weak in a situation like this". Y/n steps a bit closer to him and rests her cheek on his arm while taking his hand. "It's not a weakness to feel bad about a situation like that. It only shows how much you care about your parents.", she tells him. Almost instantly, she can feel Draco's shoulders slump down. He turns to her and finally pulls her close. He hides his face in her hair. "I must do everything I can to clear my family's name. One way or another.", he points out. Y/n thinks about this for a moment. "It's not your responsibility. Support your family as much as you can, but don't let the weight of it pull you down.", she replies. Draco shakes his head. "You don't understand... my mother...", he starts. "...is an adult. We're only sixteen, Draco. There's only so much we can do. Somethings we must let the adults handle.", she points out. Draco shakes his head again. "No, my mother can't handle this. I'm the one who has to fix things. I've been chosen.", he tells her. Y/n frowns. "Chosen? By whom? For what?", she asks him. Draco lets go of her. "It doesn't matter. The point is I'm going to handle this. Don't worry.", he says coldly. Draco walks a bit ahead and y/n stares after him. She's got a really bad feeling about this but it's clear that Draco isn't ready to talk about this.

She jogs after him. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. We haven't seen each other since Christmas and I really am happy we're spending time together today.", she announces and gives him a bright smile. She holds out her hand to Draco and looks at him expectantly. Draco sighs and then takes her hand. They continue their stroll and y/n tries to distract Draco with silly stories about school and her friends. She updates him on Olivia's situationship and manages to pry some stories about Blaze and quidditch out of Draco. The atmosphere loosens up a bit and soon she finds Draco genuinely smiling again. They wander deeper into the garden and don't notice how the clouds above them get darker and darker. They're laughing about one of y/n's stories when the first drop landed on y/n's cheek. Draco wipes it away carefully. They look up and notice how armageddon is right above them. Within seconds, it's pouring. Draco pulls her close and uses his wand as an umbrella. However, the wind whips raindrops onto their sides. They rush along the path, deeper into the rows of trees ahead of them. They're almost soaked when they finally find shelter in a stone pavilion.

Y/n is shivering but glad there are still some parts of her that are dry. Draco sits down next to her and puts an arm around her. Y/n nuzzles closer into his side. Draco leans his head against hers. They don't speak and when y/n finally looks up, she immediately meets Draco's gaze. He must've been staring at her for a while now. Immediately, he leans close and they meet in a kiss. For a moment, everything outside the pavilion seems to stop existing. Y/n kisses him back feverishly and grabs his collar. Draco's hand is tangled in her hair and his other hand wanders down her side. Y/n presses her upper body closer to his and Draco pulls her onto his lap. They kiss until they can't breathe anymore. Y/n leans her forehead against his as both of them catch their breath. There are no sounds besides the pouring rain outside.

"Draco?", y/n breathes. "Hm?", he mumbles in response. Y/n's heart leaps in her chest. It takes all her courage to say: "I think I love you". Draco leans back and looks at her with surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he didn't expect a confession of love. Immediately, y/n feels embarrassed. She wishes she could take the words back. "Y-you don't have to say it back. I just thought...", she rumbles but doesn't get to finish her sentence. Draco puts his hand onto the back of her head and pulls her lips against his again. He gives her a deep, longing kiss which leaves y/n breathless once again. When he lets go of her, he looks at her longingly and strokes over her cheek. Then he presses a kiss on top of her head and pulls her into a hug. Y/n feels warm and fuzzy inside and she almost forgets that Draco did not return the confession.

They stay in the pavilion until the heavy rain fades into a soft summer drizzle. Only then, they start wandering back to the entrance of the garden. They part ways rather quickly since the rain started again after some point. However, y/n proposes that he should come visit her soon. Her parents will be visiting her grandparents all the way up in Keswick and will be gone for a couple of days. They put y/n under house arrest for the time being (considering what happened last year), but allowed to have a friend over. They probably thought about Olivia but when y/n asked her, Olivia immediately declined saying that y/n simply must invite Draco. Draco is a bit hesitant to accept the invitation and says that he will have to see how things at home. They both decide to write soon.

On her way back to the train station, y/n has mixed feelings. On one hand she's over the moon about meeting Draco finally again, on the other hand, she's also worried about him. Having a father in jail is already troubling but it sounded as if Draco was ready to do anything to fix that. She wonders if that included more than giving a testimony in front of a court. One way or another, he said. She hopes Draco is smart enough to not do anything stupid, or illegal.

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Sixth summer, a few weeks later.

Anxious. That's how y/n feels as she waits for Draco at King's Cross. Y/n and Draco have been writing back and forth for the last couple of weeks. Draco's been really quiet about his father's situation and y/n didn't push too much. However, whenever y/n brought up Draco coming over, he kept saying it probably wouldn't be possible and that too many things were going on. Which clearly indicates that things haven't been resolved. Surprisingly, Draco sent her a letter a few days ago saying that meeting her would be possible after all. Apparently, his mother and his aunt visit a family friend, giving him a chance to slip away. When y/n got Draco's letter saying that he would be visiting after all, she immediately called Olivia who immediately rushed over. Giggling, they wrote lists and prepared the house for what y/n's parents assumed was a sleepover. It also leads to her parents being quite relaxed about leaving y/n alone for a few days.

Right now, y/n is waiting for Draco to arrive at King's Cross. Obviously, Draco does not take a muggle train. He arrives via floo powder somewhere close but they agreed to meet at the station from where y/n would take him home. Y/n nervously scans the crowd in front of her. Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, there pretty girl.", she hears Draco say behind her. When she twirls around, he is mere inches from her face. "Draco!", she laughs and throws her arms around him. Draco almost drops his bag while trying to keep his balance. Y/n quickly retreats. "Sorry!", she says. Draco puts down his bag. "That's alright.", he tells her and pulls her close by her arms. He hugs her close and hides his face in her hair. Y/n's heart skips a beat. When he lets go of her, he looks over his shoulder nervously. Distractedly, he says: "So, uh... is your house close by?". Y/n tries to see what's behind him or what he's looking for but when he turns back to her, she gives him a bright smile. "We'll have to take the bus.", she tells him and takes his hand. Draco sighs behind her. "You don't happen to have a fireplace, do you?", he mumbles. Y/n laughs. "No, sorry! We have central heating.", she says as she pulls him along with him.

While Draco feels visibly nervous in the station, he relaxes once y/n and him have entered the bus. When y/n asks him why, he tells her that there are probably no wizards here who could see them. Y/n nods understandingly. It's a short walk from the bus station to y/n's house. Her house is one of these terraced houses with white, wooden windows and a small front garden. It's nothing special really but her parents had to save up for it for quite some time and they're really proud to call themselves 'homeowners'. Y/n thinks it's a bit ridiculous but then again she's never bought a house and doesn't even know how much it would cost. Y/n pulls out her keys and opens the door.

She holds the door for Draco. "Ladies first. You can put your shoes over there.", she tells him as she quickly pushes him inside. Ever since they made a turn into y/n's street, she's been the one looking over her shoulder. Can't have the neighbours see her sneaking a boy in. She's pretty sure that the nosy old lady from across the street would just love to tell her parents all about that. Y/n quickly closes the door behind her and pulls off her jacket. Draco is standing in the hallway looking around and feeling a bit out of place. Y/n points past him. "Go on, straight through that door. There's the kitchen", she tells him. They enter the kitchen together and y/n quickly puts the kettle on. "C'mon.", she tells him and leads him to the room to the right. It's the living room which has a small conservatory attached to it. It's her mother's favorite room since it's always bright and open. In the middle, there's a large couch with pillows and blankets. On the left is the telly and a coffee table. "It's cozy", Draco notes as y/n leads him to the coach. "Sit down. I'll make the tea.", she tells him as she rushes off back to the kitchen.

She prepares a tray with tea, mugs and some biscuits. When she enters the living room again, Draco still sits in the same position as she left him. I guess he feels a bit awkward, she concludes. After she pours him a cup of tea, she asks him: "So, what do you think? Is this how you imagined muggles to live like?". Draco laughs and rubs his head in embarrassment. "Actually, I'm not sure what I expected. But it's really nice. I like this room.", he says and points to the conservatory. Y/n pulls one of her legs under the other and takes her tea cup. "Hm, you really had no image in your head how I live like?", she asks. Draco shakes his head. "How do you imagine I live like then?", he replies. Y/n thinks about that for a moment. "I guess I imagine a big house, maybe a villa. An old one, maybe Victorian? I imagine a big staircase right when you enter. Old, but classic and high-quality furniture.", she explains. Draco looks at her surprised. "That's actually not that far off.", he tells her. "I can't imagine your room though. I feel like I can imagine your dorm room better than your room at home.", she says. Draco takes a sip from his tea. "Do you want me to describe it?", he asks her. Y/n nods excitedly. He crooks his head. "Let's see. My room is upstairs, in the East Wing. It has a window facing the East as well so that I can see the sunrise every morning. My walls are painted in a greyish-blue. My furniture is black. When you enter the room, you're standing in front of my bed. Opposite the bed is the window and in front of it is my desk. To the left of the desk, is my wardrobe which is always messy and to the right are some shelves with books.", he describes. Y/n tries to imagine the room. In her head, the room is kind of empty besides the furniture Draco described. "Is there anything else in the room?", she asks. Draco names some quidditch equipment and some other tokens that y/n has trouble imagining. Draco tried to explain quidditch to her one time but y/n fails to truly understand the game. Probably, because she's never seen a person riding a broom.

"Would you like to see my room?", y/n proposes and Draco nods. They walk back to the hallway and up the stairs that are on the left. "My room is all the way up, beneath the roof.", she tells him as they climb up the stairs. Y/n's room is the only room on the last floor. When she opens the room, there's her bed to the left and behind the door is her closet. Right in front of the door are three windows. In front of the middle one, is her desk. On the left is a little reading niche and on the right is a dressing table and a cupboard. A chain of lights is strung from one side of the room towards another. Y/n makes some space for Draco to enter. He looks around the room in silence. "So, what do you think?", she asks. "It suits you. I don't know how I'd imagine your room but this fits you perfectly.", he tells her. Y/n giggles and drops onto her bed. "You think so?", she says. Draco nods and turns around in her room before joining her on the bed. Y/n thinks the sight of him in her room is a bit strange. Like he doesn't quite fit into it. He's dressed in black (like always) and her room is dominated by beige and pastel tones. "Yeah, it's bright and warm. And girly. And cozy.", he replies. Y/n snuggles up to him. "You like it?", she asks him. Draco pulls her closer to him. "Yes. Actually, I like your whole house. Everything is very home-ly.", he murmurs and kisses the top of her head. He pulls her back and they fall on top of the comforter of y/n's bed. Draco turns to his side, pulling her closer to him. Y/n takes in his scent and puts her head on his chest, just beneath his head. Draco's hand finds its way into y/n's hair and he scratches the skin of her skull a bit. Y/n feels how the three magical words lay heavy on her tongue again, begging her to speak them out loud once more. She swallows them down quickly, however. She doesn't want to make a fool out of herself once again.

They lay there for a while and y/n is not sure whether or not she may have dozed off a bit. The room's colour faded to grey indicating that the sun was about to go down. Draco stretches next to her and sits up. "Are you hungry?", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs but y/n knows him well enough that that means yes. They end up ordering pizza and watching y/n's favourite movie. Setting up the telly, Draco is fascinated by the technology and asks a bunch of questions about how it works without magic which y/n definitely can't answer. She lets Draco choose a movie afterwards and they spend the evening rotting on the couch. Eventually, the titles roll and y/n sits up stretching. She peeks over to Draco whose eyes are closed. Did he really fall asleep?, she thinks and pokes his cheek. He wrinkles his nose and opens an eye. "Sleepy? Wanna settle for the night?", y/n asks and Draco yawns and nods. They get up and climb up the stairs to y/n's room. After brushing their teeth, they climb into y/n's bed and Draco pulls her close. Y/n leans her head against his and lets her hand rest on his chest. Draco gently strokes over her back and places soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. Y/n crooks her head and meets him in a soft kiss. It's slow and sweet. Draco puts his hand into her hair and pulls her face closer to him, deepening the kiss. Y/n's heart starts beating faster. They kiss like this for a bit until Draco rolls her over so that y/n lays flat on her back. Draco hovers over her while continuing to kiss her. Y/n puts her hands behind his neck and one of Draco's hands runs up and down her sides. Y/n feels goosebumps forming all over her body. Draco's hand finds the hem of her shirt. His fingers dip under it, softly circling the skin of her hip. He leans his head back for a moment. "Is this okay with you?", he asks. Y/n nods breathlessly, not trusting her voice to say yes. She's expected it to happen tonight. Hell, she kinda hoped it would. Draco pushes his hand under her shirt exploring the warm, naked skin underneath it. Y/n lets her hands run down his back and pulls his shirt up a bit. Draco sits up for a moment and pulls it over his head. Y/n stares up at him in awe. He looks even more pale than usual with the moonlight hitting his skin the way it does at this moment. She sits up a bit and runs her hand down his chest. Draco gently pulls on the neckline of her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off as well. Y/n swallows. She's nervous. "We don't-", Draco starts but y/n cuts him off by pulling her shirt off as well. Draco doesn't say or do anything for a few seconds. Then he slowly traces a line from her shoulder over her collarbone down to her chest. He leans forward again, kissing her deeply while finally cupping her chest with his hand. Y/n lets herself fall back on the pillow.

She won't worry about anything tonight. Not about her parents or Draco's parents. About whether or not a wizard and a muggle can be together. By the time Draco's hands wander down to her pants, she has forgotten about most of it.

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Maternal Affections - Grell Sutcliff

A/N: When I tell you I slaved over this one, I SLAVED over this one! @idyllic-affections asked that someone write this for them, and I liked the idea so I decided to give it a shot. Usually, I knock out requests or ideas in one sitting, but this, this piece took DAYS. I worked on it every day for hours and ended up falling in love with this. I really hope yall like this one! And as a reminder, I haven’t read the manga yet so I’m sure there are things in this that aren’t canon at all.

Request: fanfic writers, i NEED you all to write grell PLATONICALLY taking care of a young (16-18 kind of age range) non-binary reaper and being like a mother/big sister figure to them. just... her knowing what it's like. her knowing and truly understanding how much pain they were going through in life, how bad it must have been for someone as young as them to end up as a reaper. her making damn sure absolutely no-one treats them like that again because god knows grell is hard to handle normally; lord forbid someone genuinely piss her off. grell just taking a young lil non binary reaper under her wing, it would be so sweet.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, sh, drowning. Proceed with caution please <3

The line between reality and unconsciousness was such a blur you weren’t 100% sure you knew where you were. The last thing you could remember was sitting on the edge of the dock, looking out over the endless sea. Then the feeling of water flooding your lungs as you slowly lose consciousness. You remembered there being a warm breeze, but now you seemed to be cold. You couldn’t grasp your surroundings, floating in and out of consciousness.

Then there were voices. Your breathing stalled for only a moment, fearing you had been found before you could die. And that’s when you began assessing your physical state. You weren’t in any pain, not like you were before you lost consciousness. In fact, you felt just fine, as if you had only fallen asleep instead of attempting to take your own life. And you were lying down. Did you wash up on shore? Last you remembered, you were too far under the surface of the water to be seen.

“Well, good morning dear,” you heard someone say to your right. “You’re finally waking up!”

You stilled, unsure you wanted to open your eyes just yet. You didn’t recognize the voice, and feared it was a nurse, or a doctor, that you’d open your eyes just to see a hospital room.

“You can open your eyes, you know,” the voice spoke up again.

You slowly opened your eyes, only to groan and close them again when you were met with a bright light. Blinking back the tears that formed from the light, you rubbed your eyes and sat upright. The room you're in didn’t look like a hospital room, which made you feel a bit better, until you realized you had no idea where you were, and the person beside you was a complete stranger.

They had bright red hair, dressed in extravagant red clothing. They sat in a cushioned armchair in the corner of the small room you were in. Their legs were crossed at the knees, and they smiled widely.

“Hello, darling.” There was a slight accent to their words.

“Where am I?” you groaned softly. Looking down, you saw a thin blanket covering your legs, and suddenly you were grateful for the fabric. You fiddled with the hem of the blanket as you asked, “Who are you?”

The stranger smiled even wider, bearing sharp, pointed teeth. “Why, I am the infamous Grell Stufliff, the most beautiful reaper around if I do say so myself.” The reaper flicked her long red hair over her shoulder, looking over to you. “Welcome to HQ. You’ll be spending a lot of time here, reviewing souls and whatnot.”

You were so lost and confused. You couldn’t believe what was going on. Surely this wasn’t true. Maybe you were hallucinating from lack of oxygen. Maybe you haven't died yet, but in the process of doing so. But why were you dry?

“You’re confused, that’s common,” Grell said, pushing up off of the chair. “Follow me, and I’ll explain.” She walked over to the door, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. “Coming, dear?” Snapping out of your thoughts, you pulled the blanket off of your lap, tossing your legs over the side of the bed and lowering yourself to the floor. You had no shoes, like you remembered, and you could feel the cold linoleum floor through your socks. Stumbling to the door, you followed Grell out into the hall.

“Am-am I dead?” you asked hesitantly, pulling at the hems of your sleeves. Grell turned around, walking backwards in order to talk to you.

“Well of course you are darling, how do you think you got here?” She smiled kindly, leading you into a busy room, crowded with people trying on different outfits, much like a clothing store. “This is where people go after they end their lives.” Grell beamed at the sight of red, gripping your hand suddenly to drag you over to them. “Now, first thing’s first, a uniform. Most reapers wear black, but really you are allowed to pick whatever you like.” She let go of your hand to flick through the various tops, taking one off the hook and holding it up to your shoulders. “Oh, red suits you so well, darling! Positively stunning!”

You cleared your throat nervously. “Um, I’d prefer a different top, please.”

Grell frowned, but nodded understandingly. “Aw, alright. I’ll help you, and explain more about why you are here.”

As Grell helped you look for a new outfit, she also explained why you were with her, as well as what you are now. She explained the purpose of reapers, what to expect on the job, and the works, such as death scythes and the death schedule. You didn’t say anything, just taking in her words as you tried on various articles of clothing.

You didn’t understand how you could feel so calm. You’d think waking up in a strange place with an unknown ‘human’ beside you would freak you out, let alone finding out you’re now a supernatural being. But death does that to someone, you think. You already felt safer in this new environment than you did back when you were still living.

It wasn’t until you were dressed in your new clothes and led back down the hall that Grell asked for your name.

“Oh, I’m such a terrible woman!” She shrieked dramatically, falling onto you as you walked beside her. You pushed her away quickly, uncomfortable with her touch. She was still a stranger. “I haven’t asked for your name!”

“Oh,” you said quietly, looking at the ground and shrugging. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

And it was now that Grell finally took in your appearance. Your slouched posture, as if you were trying to hide within yourself. You let your hair fall into your eyes, and avoided eye contact. You wouldn’t say much when you spoke, and had such a soft voice it was hard for ehr to hear you sometimes. It left her wondering how old you were.

She decided to back off a bit for the rest of the night, calming down in hopes of making you feel more comfortable. She helped you pick out the perfect pair of glasses, and even recommended death scythes. In the end, she had finished walking you through the beginning steps of becoming a reaper, and it was beginning to get late into the night. Grell was growing tired, and she could see that you were as well.

“Every reaper is assigned a trainee from time to time,” she explained, leading you to yet another unknown location. “So each reaper is assigned a housing unit with spare rooms for the trainees to stay until they become fully-trained.” Grell smiled as she pushed open another door and led you inside. “Welcome home! Mi casa es tu casa, as they say.” She opened yet another door, revealing a decently sized bed with a small closet, and even a desk tucked away in one corner. “This will be your room for the next few months. Make yourself at home!”

The next week passed too slowly for your liking. You learned more and more about becoming a reaper each day, and to be completely honest, you didn’t mind becoming a reaper. Sure, you were lonely, and it looked like a tedious job, but it seemed much better than the life you had when you were living. At least here, there was some understanding of pain between everyone.

You wouldn’t admit it, but having Grell by your side almost 24/7 really helped. She trained you hard. Enough to challenge you and leave you sore, but not enough to hurt you in any way. Every night, once you both returned home, she would make your dinner while you showered and changed into your night clothes.

One night, sleep eluded you. You layed in bed for hours, tossing and turning, but you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep. So you decided to get some fresh air. Grell’s apartment had a small balcony, with the entrance in the living room. So you snuck past Grell’s room, hearing her snores from the hall, as you slipped into the living room and out into the balcony. There wasn’t any furniture, so you settled in the corner, leaning your head against the railing.

Breathing in the fresh air, you closed your eyes, letting the gentle evening breeze caress your face. There was a slight chill in the air and you shivered, curling into a tight ball.

“Darling, what are you doing out here?” You jumped, not hearing the balcony door slide open. Shooting your head up you saw Grell standing in the doorway, blanket draped over her shoulders and another one bundled in her arms. “Mind if I join you?”

You didn’t say anything, only moving your feet slightly so the reaper could sit across from you. She leaned over you, tucking her second blanket around you before sitting in front of you. She let you sit in silence for a moment before speaking again. “Is something troubling you, dear?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “I’m sorry.”

Grell smiled kindly. “There’s no need to be sorry, love. Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Please?”

“Of course, darling.” Grell took this moment to analyze you again. You looked so young compared to the other reapers-to-be, and you were so quiet. The more she thought about it, Grell realized that she really didn’t know much about you. She only really knew your name, not your age, or how you died, or what caused you to become a reaper.

“How old were you?” Grell asked quietly, also leaning her head against the balcony railing.

“Hm?” you hummed, raising your eyes to meet Grell’s bright green ones.

“When you died. How old were you?”

There was a moment of hesitation before you answered. “18. I was 18 when I died.”

Grell inhaled sharply. “Oh, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve to die so young.”

You shrugged, closing your eyes again. “I did. I deserved to die. But it’s ok, it’s nicer here.”

Grell placed a comforting hand on your knee. “No you didn’t. No one deserves to be pushed to kill themselves so young.” She received no response, and that’s when the reaper realized that you had fallen asleep. She sighed out of grief for you. She didn’t know how you died, or what pushed you to do so, but Grell had grown fond of you over the past week.

She could never have kids of her own, but she felt so protective over you in this moment, so motherly towards you. So much so that she carefully picked you up, carrying you back to your room and tucking you in. Stepping out only long enough to grab a pillow, Grell returned to your room, making a make-shift bed on the floor beside your sleeping form.

Two days later and you were running off of no sleep. You’d spent the last two nights staring at the ceiling, not daring to sneak back out onto the balcony. By the second day, Grell could notice that something wasn’t right. You were much quieter than usual, and your movements were growing sluggish.

The reaper quietly made two cups of warm tea, bringing them to your bedroom during the early hours of the morning. Knocking softly, Grell slowly opened your bedroom door. As soon as she entered your room, however, her heart sank. Your back was towards the door, but that didn’t stop her from hearing your quiet sobs as you cried into your pillow.

“Oh, darling,” she said quickly, rushing over to the bed. Grell lowered herself to sit on the bed by your hips, then placed the two mugs of tea on the nightstand. “It’s alright, dear. I’m here with you.” She rubbed your back gently as a means of comfort, letting you cry ‘til your heart’s content.

When your tears were reduced to soft hiccups and stuttered breaths, Grell spoke again. “What’s troubling you darling?” she asked softly. “You can talk to me, you know?”

You sniffled, moving so you were laying on your back. Grell brushed the hair from your eyes. You looked like you wanted to speak, but you wouldn’t say anything. With a sigh, you pulled your blanket up to your chin then sat up, leaning against the wall behind you. “I thought that once I die, I would be ok. I wouldn’t have sleepless nights or anything to worry about. I’d be dead.”

“Oh, love,” the reaper cooed. “I understand how you feel. I was once in your shoes. It’s hard to understand the supernatural world while also coping with memories of your past life.”

Tears welled in your eyes again but you refused to let them fall, wiping them away with your sleeve. “Haven’t I struggled enough? I mean, it was so bad I had to kill myself, wasn’t that enough?” You hid behind your hands as you began to cry again. “I suffered for so long, I just wanted it to end.”

Grell slid to sit beside you against the wall then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her chest. You let her hold you, stroking your hair and whispering comforting words into the crown of your head. She held you like she’d hold a small child afraid of the monsters under their bed.

While rocking you back and forth slightly, your sleeves slid up just ever so slightly. Grell expected as much, the scars on your forearms showing just how much pain you were in in your past life. She had them too, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt her seeing your scars. When you noticed her green eyes staring at your arms, you quickly pulled your sleeves back down, crying harder.

“Honey, it’s alright,” she cooed. “You don’t have to hide them, I have them too.”

After what felt like years of crying, you lay against Grell and she ran a hand through your hair. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact you felt so comfortable with the reaper at the moment, you began telling your story.

“Drowning,” you muttered into Grell’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that dear?” she asked quietly. “I couldn’t hear you.”

You repeated, “Drowning. I drowned myself in the river.” Grell’s grip around you tightened. “I’ve always loved water. It’s so calm and I feel like everything will be ok. It’s a nice distraction. So I drowned myself so I could finally have peace.”

Grell was silent for a moment. “I know you may have talked about it when you were living, and it did nothing to help you, but you’re here now. Whatever, or whoever, hurt you is not here anymore. So if you’d like to talk about it, maybe you can finally put it behind you. And if you tell me, maybe I can help you, dear.”

You rubbed your eyes, putting your full weight against the red-head. You then proceeded to spend the next two hours spilling your life story to Grell. You told her about anything and everything, from how you were treated by the world, to how you felt about yourself. You told her about the time leading up to your death, what your thought process was and how you were feeling during that time. The best part was the fact that she didn’t judge you in the slightest. She only held you firmly, rubbing your back or running a hand through your hair.

By the time you finished your tale, you were practically asleep in her arms. There was so much she wanted to say to you, but she couldn’t bear to wake you, and she couldn’t decide what she’d even say. So she just continued to hold and rock you, resting her head on your own. She was definitely keeping you home for the day. There was no way she was going to risk the other training reapers hurting you, either physically or emotionally, while you were in this state.

For your remaining life as a reaper, Grell took you under her wing. She was unbearable most of the time, you learned after speaking with William once. But you learned how to handle her and her crazy personality. After officially becoming a reaper, Grell requested that she be paired with you, and you with her when either of you were scheduled to work. And when she wasn’t paired with you, she’d follow you, hidden within arms reach at any point in time.

When you were given your own apartment, you were lucky enough to be next door to your favorite reaper. You were still young, afterall, and didn’t fully understand how to live on your own in this new world. You still spent a few nights a week at Grell’s place, especially if you had a particularly hard day or weren’t feeling well.

Once, Grell caught wind of some of the newer reapers talking about you and how you dressed. Oh boy, they began praying real quick when they saw Grell storm over, chainsaw propped up on her shoulder. Needless to say, those reapers were out of commission for a while, and Grell came home so pissed off you had to force her to go on a walk with you to cool off.

Now that she knew your whole story, and just how young you were when you died, Grell kept an eye on you at all times. If you had a bad day and she knew before you came to her, she’d make sure she makes your favorite food for dinner, as well as have your favorite warm beverage on hand. Her quest room was always prepped and ready in case you wanted to stay with her.

If you had to be gone for long periods of time due to work, she’d clean your apartment and do your laundry, making sure everything was clean by the time you returned home. Grell saw you as her own personal child, one she couldn’t have on her own. So she made sure to look after you and take care of you in any way she could.

#platonic #x reader #comfort #black butler #black butler x reader #fluff #black butler comfort #black butler fluff #black butler fanfiction #black butler grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff #grell sutcliff x reader #grell sutcliff x reader platonic #grell sutcliff comfort

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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DEAR LORD THE WY ASK GOT ME SO EMOTIONAL???? WHY DO I SEE SAN AS SOMEONE THAT WOULD DO THAT TOO??? MAYBE NOT EXACTLY THE SAME BUT THE WHOLE JEALOUS TUNNEL VISION SHIFT TO GUILT AND TEARS?? ESP WITH HOW MUCH OF A SWITCH HE IS WHEN HE PERFORMS… THANK YOU FOR WRITING THAT. THAT WAS A GOOD READ ALSO THANK U TO THE USER THAT SENT THAT ASK. I LOVE U BOTH.

a san ver. you say… also the idea for woo was sent by my irl bestie @sluttywoozi <3

switch!san is literally so important to me

cw: rough sex!! lil bit of injury during sex (obvs mdni this is an nsfw blog)

“gotta be quiet, okay? as much as i want that asshole to hear you cumming on my cock, we don’t want to get kicked out, do we?”

you shake your head in response, which seems to satisfy your boyfriend. san rewards you by snapping his hips into yours, bending you over the bathroom sink as he does.

the marble countertop is cold on your tits. you can feel the chill of it through the thin material of your shirt.

when he dragged you into the bar’s bathroom, san hadn’t even bothered with undressing you all the way. he just pushed your skirt up and pulled your panties aside and fucked you like that. hard and rough and fast.

it felt good, but the pace he’d set had your hips repeatedly slamming into the counter and you’re starting to get sore. you can already feel the spots where your body meets the marble starting to bruise and you can only imagine what they’ll look like come morning.

“ah, ow…” you groan, trying to wrestle your arms free from where san has then pinned behind your back.

san freezes. “ow? what’s ow? what hurts?what’s wrong?”

he’s quick to pull out and turn you around, giving you a once over as he holds your hands in his.

“san, it’s nothing—”

“don’t fucking lie to me.”

“my… my hips were just starting to get sore from the countertop. but i’m fine, really.”

san lets your hands fall to your sides so that he can use his own to assess the extent of the damage. his thumbs press gently into your sides and you wince, whimpering under your breath.

“oh my god, baby. i’m so so sorry. let me go ask the bartender for some ice—”

“w-wait, but we’re not done,” you protest.

“baby,” he tries, zipping up his jeans. “you’re hurting.”

“it’s not that bad!” he gives you a look. “i promise! we can just try a different position.”

“why don’t we just wait until we get home?” san suggests. “that way you can be nice and comfortable on the bed.”

“i want it now,” you pout. “i didn’t get to cum yet. and you’re still hard.”

“of course i’m still hard. it’s you.”

“then take me against the wall or something.”

“i honestly don’t think i can look myself in the eye right now,” he admits, eyeing the giant mirror that hung above the sink. “especially not while i fuck you.”

you frown. “baby, please don’t feel bad. it was an accident.”

“that doesn’t make it ok!”

“i know, but you already apologized,” you point out. he’s quiet for a moment. “are you not in the mood anymore?”

“no, no, i am! i just… hate that i was too rough on you— over something so stupid too. i hate being that guy.”

“i know, baby. and you’re not,” you insist. “but if you really want to show me how sorry you are…” you trail off and san nods eagerly, willing to do practically anything to make it right. “why don’t you get down on your knees for me and start by making me feel good?”

#answered #anon #emily 🌸#ateez smut #atz smut #san smut #choi san smut

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lesbianoms · 6 months

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Well I’m not a MILF because I’m not a mom, but…

You know, I’m not supposed to eat before bed (something about acid reflux messing with my eustachian tubes, it’s a whole thing lol, the joys of getting older)

But I am hungry, and it’s not like I’m planning to go to sleep for a while now: certainly not if I have you to play with. The first stages of digestion are just so enjoyable, as much as I would like to pack you away like the meal you are, I still want to stay up to experience them. I love feeling you squirm, as if you have any chance of escape. It’s cute, really. I like seeing the bulges of your hands and feet and elbows and knees as you fight against me, but all your struggles are no match for my body. After a while, I can feel you beginning to soften, your movements growing fainter as you surrender to me. I give my soft belly a little shake and feel your goopy form slosh from side to side. Doing it work nicely

I’m beginning to drift off myself now, half conscious of you gurgling into my intestines to be absorbed. Ah well, you’re nothing but nutrients to me now. Still. My belly gives a long, satisfied groan, and I lay a hand on top of it. It’s still impressively round, but delightfully squishy as I poke and prod. You must no longer be conscious now, too, but I do hope you know how much I enjoyed you

In the morning, I’ll wake up to a much smaller tummy, still working away at you. I think I’ll wear something a little more revealing today- I have a nice cropped sweater- so I can show you off. I enjoy the way my belly jiggles cutely with you as I walk

It’s up to you what happens now. If you want to reform, well, I’m sure to be hungry again sometime soon, and it can be a bother trying to find a brand new meal every time. If not, you’d be a lovely addition to my hips. I’m quite happy either way

Dear LORD this is my dream 🥵

Was smiling and kicking my feet as I finished reading this, oooouhj the amount of detail you went into here…

Tbh I kind of can’t formulate a lot of coherent responses because now I’m gonna be thinking about this scenario while I go to bed, wrapping myself up in my sheets, wishing that I was digesting in your belly…..

Uuugh and the little comments about how you’re an older woman, how you’d love to show me off with that crop sweater, about me gurgling away in your soft lower gut and the jiggle of your belly as it continues to work on me~ 🥰

Although I may have been a bit feisty, at the end of the day I’m honored to be your meal… to have made your stomach so round and squishy-soft….. curled up in that wet, hot, groaning and bubbling paradise ❤️❤️

~~~

I actually did fall asleep thinking about being your dinner, funnily enough. Was gonna post this last night but it seems your belly put me in my place before I could finish writing <3

It must be so cozy in there, so sopping wet… feeling your hands all over me as your body softens up my form. I’m getting turned on imagining all of the sounds your tummy would make as it had its way with me… and as I lose consciousness I’ll only be thinking of you 💕

I might stay on your hips for a while before I reform, just as a treat for me. I need a break from being a person, y’know? But for now I think I’ll stay gluting and brbling inside of your much smaller, but still very active tummy. Have fun breaking me down and hearing me groan and gurgle through your guts~ ❤️😍

FUCK I want you to eat me. I wanna be your tummy fat so bad!!

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #asks #digestion #fatal vore #reformation #f/f vore #vore kink #vorny #vore writing #this is good #fuck 🥵#minors dni

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saninthebuilding · 1 year

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when the rain pours, it dries - tewkesbury

summary: after a tough day, you find yourself sitting alone in the rain. typical movie scene, of course. however, in your time of despair, who is it that arrives to help you up? none of than dear old tewkesbury.

word count: 1k

warnings: rain, hurt/comfort, angst (?), emotions, pre-established relationship, living together, L-bombs, tewkesbury being the sweetest boy

a/n: rewatched enola holmes 2 and i had the urge to write about tewkesbury. so i wrote about him.

hope you enjoy it! <3

it was a rainy evening, and i was sitting on one of the benches that were spread out in the park near the lord's office.

without an umbrella.

of course, it had not been my intention originally to get drenched by the downpour. however, i had been out trying to find clues for my newest case and had ended up losing track of time. as a result, i was now stuck sitting here, wet and cold and so utterly alone.

today had been absolutely terrible.

i had been put onto a new case only a few days ago, yet i had still not found any clues. the client had barged into my office early this morning, ruining my so far perfectly good day, screaming at me for being useless and wasting his time, money and hope.

i was trying- i really was. and things like these do not just happen overnight. but the couple heard none of it, calling me a liar, fraud and a thief, before walking out the door.

for some reason, it was too much for me.

on top of the rent being due for the apartment that tewkesbury and i shared, and all the mental strain i was feeling with mother being gone and the fact that i would never be as good as sherlock and tewkesbury being so busy with the lords, i think i had reached my breaking point after that.

which was why i was now sitting here on this bench in the rain, on the verge of tears.

oh come on y/n, don't be ridiculous.

but it was too late, because tears were already starting to stream down my face.

the fact that the rain was covering them up was a small blessing.

sniffling, i shoved my face into my hands and cried, irritation giving way to the disappointment and sadness that had building up for weeks now.

just great.

suddenly i heard footsteps coming up the path, only to stop right in front of me. then the rain stopped hitting the top of my head, and i looked up to see an umbrella covering me. a hand gripped the handle, and the person bent over from beneath, revealing tewkesbury standing in front of me.

he was holding an umbrella- a smart decision in this weather, and was staring at me in confusion.

"y/n?"

i instantly got off the bench, embarrassed that he had found me in such a state. however in my rush, i ended up stumbling and tipping forward, hands catching the front of tewkesbury's coat for support.

he let out a surprised grunt, his free arm coming to wrap around my waist, catching me before i fell.

"by god, y/n, you're soaked."

i raised my head to see him staring at me, eyes wide. "uh- sorry," i mumbled, righting myself and looking away. mentally scolding myself, i rubbed the raindrops off my face and turned to meet his gaze with a forced smile.

"hello tewkesbury. lovely weather, is it not? i was just out here collecting my thoughts. what brings you here?"

i could tell i was speaking too fast, and that my story was completely ridiculous, because i wrung my hands together in an attempt to calm myself.

"are you alright, y/n?" tewkesbury asked, seeing right through my sorrowful attempt at lying. "you seem...a little off."

"oh no, i'm perfectly fine, i assure you. absolutely wonderful. just enjoying the rain."

he raises an eyebrow, skeptical from under his unnecessarily large black umbrella. seriously, who made that thing? he could fit 5 people in there.

and then there was the matter of him.

how could he look so handsome an such an ungodly hour?

"so, um... what exactly are you doing here?" i asked, hoping he would just answer my question instead of worrying about me.

i hate it when he worries.

he sighed, taking the bait. "i was out at the lords' all day, remember? there was that meeting to discussion the formation of a new bill, so i only just got released."

i cringed, realizing he had told me this both last night and this morning before he left.

oh no, i've completely lost it.

why couldn't i do anything right?

i could feel the tears rising again as my throat began to close up, and i let out a shaky breath.

tewkesbury noticed.

gentle fingers tilted my chin upward, and i saw him looking down at me with concern etched on his face.

"y/n, have you been crying? your eyes are red and you sound upset."

"what? no...no! i'm alright tewkesbury, i-"

my breath hitched mid-sentence and i could feel myself starting to panic.

not again.

tewkesbury cupped my cheek, before pressing his forehead to mine. the warmth of him was a shock to my cold and wet skin, causing me to flinch.

"oh y/n..."

tewkesbury pulled away and motioned for me to take hold of the umbrella, before removing his coat.

"here, put this on."

i opened my mouth to argue, but the look on his face was more than enough for me to be quiet and slip it on.

"thank you" i whispered, sheepish at how much he was having to do because of me.

tewkesbury pulled me into his arms without a word, simply letting the sound of the rain surround the both of us.

after some time had passed, he spoke up.

"truly, y/n. you must understand that you may lean on me if you need to."

"but i-"

"please, y/n. just trust me. i am always here for you if you need me, but that requires you to let me. i cannot help you if you do not let me."

i buried my face into his chest in an attempt to hide the tears that were filling my eyes.

"i don't want to burden you with my worries..." i mumbled, voice muffled by the cloth of his waist coat.

tewkesbury sighed. shifting his grip on the umbrella, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to the top of my head.

"you're never a burden, my love. not to me."

despite my best efforts not to cry, tears began to find their way down my cheeks, and i hugged him tight.

"i love you tewkesbury."

"i love you y/n."

#lord tewksbury #tewkesbury #enola holmes 2 #enola holmes #enola 2 #tewkesbury x reader #viscount tewkesbury marquess of basilwether #tewkesbury imagine #enola x tewkesbury #lord tewkesbury #viscount tewksbury #tewksbury x reader #sherlock holmes #enola and sherlock #enola and tewksbury #tewkesbury x enola

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gojos-thot-patrol · 7 months

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HIIII how have you been?? <33

Candy here, and dear lord have you heard about a star being named after satoru?? Literally, my first thought about it is that should tell this news to you and maybe request (if you’re not doing anything and up to writing rn) because i thought this star will really spread heart-wrenching fanfictions about him, something related to a star with satoru, i kept thinking about him and sugu and stars defining their fate.. sorry this is so vague, tell me if you want details hihi,

hope you’re doing so finee, have some candy babes 🫶🫶

CANDY HELLO DARLING HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!

They named a Star after out boy?!?!?!?!? I'm gonna be emotional-

Okay okay, so I am currently working on kinktober BUT I'm gonna take a break here and wrote a lil warm up for you for two reasons.

The opening line to the fic instantly came to me and I couldn't not wrote a drabble at least

once you're one of my named anons or moots, you get special treatment <3

That being said, I call this one

Starlight.

When you first saw Satoru Gojo, you could have sworn whatever higher power there was put the stars in his eyes by hand, carefully and meticulously placing the celestial sparkles to make the most breathtaking eyes you had ever seen.

You saw galaxies when he laughed, constellations connect when he smiled, you were sure your heart exploded into a thousand celestial galaxies when he finally asked you out. You had fallen in love with Astraeus himself.

The only person Gojo seemed to love even half as much as he loved you was Suguru. The two boys beyond inseparable. Suguru would talk about astrology and you could see the celestial bodies in Gojo's eyes dazzle with adoration. You couldn't blame him. Suguru had a charm to him that made it impossible not to fall into his orbit. It only felt natural when Gojo suggested Suguru officially join your relationship.

You remembered the countless nights you had spent cuddled between your loves, watching movies until the early morning light. You remembered how in love Suguru was with the moon and how fascinated was with the stars. Spending entire nights out under the glittering sky on full moon evenings, dancing and laughing and falling in love.

You remembered the first time you saw the luminaries in Gojos eyes explode, marking the inevitable heat death of your universe. When word of Suguru's betrayal came out. You saw entire galaxies collapse in real time as he coped with what felt impossible. It wasn't the last time you saw the black holes form there.

You though they would never glimmer again after Suguru died, By Gojos own hands no less. You didn't spend the nights under the stars anymore. Instead they were spent at home, with him curled into your side. The stars weren't in his eyes anymore, they were glimmering in his tears. Nothing you did seemed to help. He needed time.

He slowly recovered, though his eyes never dazzled quite as bright as they used to. He recovered, and you recovered with him. He found joy in new things. In raising his son Megumi, in teaching and leading his kids to creating a new world for Jujutsu Society. He found a purpose beyond just being the strongest. You swore the stars in his eyes dazzled exactly how they did the first day you met him on the day he asked you to be his bride.

It was the last time you would ever see the stars. You remembered taking comfort in the soft glitter of his eyes when he told you he would win, and then feeling impossibly betrayed when he never came home. You couldn't cope. The sun had died, the universe had proven it's self to be cold and uncaring.

That is until you the full moon. It was weeks after Satoru's funeral, and by all means you had plans to just ignore it, finding it almost too painful without your darlings. And yet, once the time came, you found yourself drawn into it's orbit.

You swore you saw those stars smiling down at you. The ones you had fallen in love with all of those years ago. You just knew, some cosmic comfort assured you, Satoru was okay. You could hear Suguru in your heart. "Thank you, for fixing what I broke. I'll take care of it from here Darling."

You knew they were okay. And one day, you'd see them again. But for now, at least you still had Satoru's stars in your life. And if you ever missed him, you had the entire galaxy to remind you he was never truly that far away.

#warm up #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #suguru geto #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu #satosugu x reader #gojo angst #geto angst #hurt/ only a little comfort #bittersweet #gojo x reader angst #geto x reader angst #jjk spoilers #Candy Anon 🍬🍫🍭

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impishtubist · 29 days

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happy birthday, krabapple <3

Your fics have brought me such joy since the LiveJournal days, so here, I knocked up Remus for you. I hope you have a great rest of your day <3 @lizlemonbennet

(many thanks to the discord for doing a plot spitballing session with me many many moons ago regarding remus getting pregnant and his students being mad about it, y'all are the real mvps. also I hope someone writes the 100K version of this someday.)

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At first, Harry didn’t bat an eye at the owls that swept in periodically throughout breakfast that morning, dropping off letters for Sirius before flying off again. Out of everyone in the household, Sirius got the most correspondence, and it wasn’t unusual for there to be a flurry of owls in their home for the first few hours of the morning.

He did take notice when the pile grew to be twenty letters, and then thirty. Even more noticeable, Sirius wasn’t even opening them.

“Er, Sirius,” he said, after the fortieth owl swept in and then out again. “You didn’t get voted Sexiest Wizard Alive again, did you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Harry,” Sirius said, giving him a smile that was only slightly strained. “That contest isn’t until May.”

“Do you have another fan club?” Teddy asked.

“No.”

“Okay,” Harry said, “then why aren’t you opening your mail?”

“I want to enjoy breakfast with my boys!” Sirius said, though the cheer in his voice sounded slightly forced. “It’s your first day home from school. I can read the mail later.”

“Isn’t that Hermione’s handwriting?” Teddy piped up, pointing at a letter near the top of the pile. Before he could stop himself, Harry snatched it up, his Seeker’s reflexes outwitting Sirius’s.

“Dear Lord Black,” he read out loud, fending off Sirius’s attempts to grab the letter with one hand, “I am incredibly disappointed to learn that Professor Lupin will be unable to teach for the rest of the school year--and, most importantly, will be unable to oversee our NEWTs--thanks to your actions, and I hope that you take this into consideration in the future should you decide to procreate again…”

Harry wrinkled his nose and tossed the letter at Sirius. “Gross, Sirius.”

“I didn’t write the letter! Take it up with Hermione.”

“Are they all like that?”

“At least there aren’t any Howlers this time,” Sirius said, slumping back in his chair. “I’ve been getting them for days, ever since Remus announced his pregnancy and his intention to take a leave of absence starting at the holidays. Your classmates are very upset.”

“Your timing could have been better,” Harry said. “In more ways than one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Sirius.” Harry rolled his eyes. ��Remus is almost five months, yeah? You know what else was almost five months ago? My birthday. You two are gross and I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Sirius got up for more coffee. As he passed behind Harry and Teddy, he kissed them both on top of the head. “Your friends do, though.”

“It is your fault their favorite and most competent professor is out of commission for the rest of the year.”

“I will personally write every single OWL and NEWT student a glowing letter of recommendation. No matter what their scores are this year while Professor Lupin is on sabbatical, they will have their pick of jobs after graduation. Happy?”

“That includes us, right?”

“Yes, of course it does.”

Harry stuck out his hand. “Deal.”

Sirius shook his hand, and then Teddy’s, and at that moment Remus came into the kitchen. He had stopped being able to fit into his own clothes, and was now stealing Sirius’s sweaters and joggers. Those wouldn’t do for much longer, Harry thought, but figured that was a battle his guardians could fight on their own.

“Oh, dear,” Remus said, spotting the pile of letters. Several had fallen to the floor. “That’s…”

“At least a quarter of the student body,” Sirius said.

“I’m sorry, love.”

“As your eldest has so helpfully pointed out, it is all my fault.”

“Well,” Remus said with a wink, “not all your fault.”

“Right!” Harry said, standing abruptly. “I’m off! Come on, Teds. Let’s get out of here before they get more disgusting.”

#okay i'm sorry that remus was only in this for like five lines #but he's still very pregnant and it's sirius's fault!!!!!#lizlemonbennet #wolfstar #sirius black #harry potter #sirius black raises harry potter and teddy lupin #remus lupin #breed that old man 2024

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crabonfire · 1 year

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Romantic things I've experienced / Want to experience but with the mercs :)

characters: sniper, engineer, and Soldier.

warnings: soldiers is like a really short smut shot with a cliffhanger LMFAO

note: only 3 yeah, I'll make them for the others don't worry!! I just felt like writing these three specifically w romantic shit in mind :)

hope u enjoy, if there's any errors I do apologise!!

♡♡♡♡♡♡

sleeping in the same bed for the first time and waking up with them wrapping their hands around my neck and lying their body on my torso ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

After a romantic night with the sniper, for the first time, you ask him to sleep at your place. He accepts, it's late, and well...how could he say no to you?

You two have a nice chat before bed, rambling and laughing over all the silly things you two did that day, and when you start to yawn and when he starts to reply in short hums instead of actual words, you both decide its time to go to sleep.

Turning off the bedside lamp, you give him a kiss on his forehead that flutters the butterflies inside of his stomach. He smiles like a goof, warmth overflowing his body.

"Goodnight baby."

"Night roo."

You both doze off on separate sides of the bed, smiles on both your faces as you think about what to do tomorrow. The next morning, you happened to wake up before he did, and in the best way you could've imagined.

You felt such warmth engulfing you, like getting a big hug from a big bear. It was him...his lanky arms wrapped tightly around your neck, but not too tight you'd be uncomfortable. Chest heaving slowly as he breathes. His cheek placed against your heart, listening to your heartbeat like it's the most angelic music he's ever heard of.

He's so content, this is the most calm you've ever seen him. Now, it's your turn to feel the butterflies. Dear lord, how did you end up with such a man?

♡ I love the lanky bad back having flat ass bushman :) he's totally my type ♡

Having gentlemanly things done to me (*´˘`*)♡

(Feminine presenting reader!!)

Having to wear heels and a revealing dress for a special event sounded like a pain to you, and it was even more painful having to actually do it. After getting your makeup on, and putting your earrings and such, all you needed to do was zip up your dress. You couldn't really reach it, so you called over your boyfriend Engineer who was waiting for you in the other room.

"Hun, could you zip my dress up? I can't reach it." You asked. He took a short pause before replying, " 'Course, darlin'." You turned your back to him and let him zip you up, but you quickly noticed the smirk he had while he did so in the vanity in front of you. The warm lights complimented both of you so well, and you noticed how he looked so gorgeous in that suit of his.

"You look so gorgeous honeybee." He whispered, finally done zipping up that dress. You blushed, a weary smile forming on your face. "You think so?" He chuckled, "I know so. Yer the most radiant girl I've ever seen, I'm a lucky man, I know that well." He wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning in to close to your ear.

"Look at you, so, so pretty."

Your eyes met his through the mirror, he slowly planted a kiss to your shoulder, "Can't believe yer all mine."

You felt yourself heat up at those words, and he only laughed at that, going over near the door to take your shoes. "C'mere sugar." You sat down on the edge of the bed as he kneeled, taking your leg to place your heels in, and tying the strap tightly.

You didn't know what to say or what to do. You've never been treated so delicately before...it almost felt weird to you, being treated like a princess. But...it feels kinda nice, too.

♡AGYYY AWOOGA arfff ARGGDG engie would be the type to take his jacket off and place it over puddles in the street to ensure you wouldn't be wet even though he fully knows you could've walked past it, I love him. ♡

Making out in a car, like one of those drive in movie clichés, or making out by a cliff (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)♡

NSFW!! be warned bbg

You never thought you'd be stuck inside of a car with Soldier, sitting on his lap and making out with him so passionately that you feel like passing out. This was your fifth date, and you recommended something more cute than your usual chaotic dates with him. He was fine with it, he just wanted to spend time with you. As cliche and as old fashioned as it was, you two actually had a good time.

...because of the fact you both found the movie horrible.

So, you both ended up just...talking in the car while the movie played in the background, eating popcorn and doing stupid trickshots to see who could catch more popcorn in their mouth than the other.

You won, and Soldier was quite furious about it. Demanding and yelling about wanting a rematch, definitely disturbing the other people there, but you didn't care...the movie sucked so bad everybody was probably bored out of their minds anyway.

So how did it turn into this, you ask? Well, let's just say you both ran outta topics and started going at each other like a bunch of wild animals in heat. His hands have their tight grip on your thighs, your arms steady on his shoulders and bodies so close you feel like suffocating.

He tastes so good, a mixture of buttered popcorn and chocolate is the only thing you can taste. It's addictive. But even without the popcorn and chocolate, he'd still taste just as delicious. He moves down to your neck, leaving sloppy, wet hickeys over it. Every whimper and moan that leaves you gets him harder by the second.

"You make real good sounds, you know that cupcake?"

He chuckles when you whine in response,

"I wonder what it'll take for you to scream my name."

Just when you thought you couldn't get any redder, you smile and sigh in pure ecstacy as he slides a finger down to your underwear, teasing and touching you all over. Never thought the soldier would be so alright with such provocative nonsense in public.

But hey, your not gonna complain, right?

♡ Soldier is underrated as hell :( I wont him. ♡

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Can I request a Larissa weems x genderfluid reader.

R is also a shape shifter and ends up screwing Larissa on one of their masc days however neither of them realise that r can get Larissa pregnant. So a couple months later when Larissa starts getting morning sickness it leads to an oh shit moment between the two and they both start freaking out about knowing nothing about kids. Marilyn finds them freaking out and reminds them that their both idiots cause they've dedicated their lives to teaching/guiding outcast children and have been acting parents to them for years.

Hey my dear anon! I tried my best with this please let me know if something doesn’t fit the gn r role. It’s my first time writing for that and I don’t have much experience but I’m hoping my research has helped some.

Could we be mothers

*Authors note~ this is my first attempt at a fic like this so please let me know if there's anyways I could improve for the future also would like to dedicate this to my favourite couple who helped me to accept myself. for who I am and wish their newborn daughter E.R.H on the 5•03•23! A very happy welcome to the world little one <3 she’s absolutely gorgeous and a sign that anyone can be a parent as long as they have love and care in their hearts*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy wlw pregnancy ?mentions of smutt

Prompt~ see the ask^^

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Gender always seemed like a funny concept to you. One you had battled with for so many years. Yet not only did you have to battle with accepting yourself, you had to battle with the acceptance of others. Ultimately that was the worst part. Knowing not everyone would accept you for yourself was ultimately heartbreaking. You spent years being misgendered and called some of the most hateful names by some of the people who were meant to love and care for you the most.

That's why when you met the goddess of a women that was Larissa Weems, you felt as if the lords above had blessed you with your very own angel. Someone to love, hold and cherish you for who you truly were. Larissa will always be a dream come true for you. She loved you like no other ever had. You were learning what you should've learned years ago, what love actually felt like. Your ability and your gender were just two of the reasons you had been through hell and back. The fact that Larissa was also a shape shifter took that fear away. Then she was the most accepting over your gender, even helping you pick out some more masculine looking clothes for the days you didn't feel comfortable in your body.

Your relationship with Larissa is quite simply amazing, in every single aspect, the fact you could shift parts of your body made certain aspects of the relationship so much more interesting. It allows you to feel everything just as a typical cis man would. That made it even more special knowing you were both able to enjoy the act. Plus you didn't have to worry about pregnancy. That's a win win right? Well that's what you thought.

Larissa had called you into the bathroom sounding absolutely terrified, instantly you were up and racing to join her. She had curled herself up into a ball against the wall, head resting on her knees as she sobbed quietly. Something was wrong. "Ris?" You murmured taking in the scene in front of you. All she did was hand you a little white test. A test? You glanced down at the test, it had two blue lines. Immediately your brain recognised what was happening. But it can't? Surly? How could this happen? I mean you knew how but how exactly.

You made your way to gather Larissa in your arms, externally seeming calm and collected but internally you were freaking out. Could you be a parent? A mom? Or dad? What would you even prefer to be? Larissa would be a stunning mother, you knew that. You saw how she doted on the students, loving and supporting them every day. But you? How could you be a good parent when you had no experience in the matter. Your own childhood wasn't a great one, could you be any different?

What did a baby even need? Would you hold it correctly? What if it was a boy? How would you explain things typically a father would? Neither of you had any experience with babies. Both having your own set of challenges, yet this child would be yours and Larissa's. They would be absolutely stunning you knew that. There was no doubt they would be the most perfect baby to ever exist and oh so loved. But sometimes loving someone means letting them go. If you didn't feel like you could be a good parent then why would you subject an innocent child to an inadequate parent?

Little did you know Larissa was having similar thoughts and the thoughts of guilt. Would you stay with her? Would you be mad? Would you blame her? Or worse would you think she had cheated? Obviously you would never assume that, you knew how much she loves you. You lost count of how long you sat together, holding each other and reassuring the other that you weren't mad or leaving.

Marilyn had been searching for Larissa, school related issue, yet she seemed to come up empty handed so made her way to your private quarters. Neither of you had heard her entrance to the room and she didn't call out, absolutely stuck in your own world. It was a gasp that drew your attention, Marilyn stood with a big smile, spotting the little white test. You glanced between her and Larissa and shook your head in a silent cue. Marilyn understood instantly that you were both doubting yourself and abilities. She instantly began showering you with praises and kind words. Truly she knew you both would be amazing parents to this little one.

"Y/n, Larissa, this baby will be so loved you don't have to worry, I see you both with the students here. You love, support and cherish them. Many of the students view you as chosen family. And I know that because they have told me. In fact a few have even slipped calling you mum or dad when referring to you. And having a little one of your own, both of you, will be the most precious gift. So how about we stand up wipe our tears so I can congratulate two of the most amazing friends I have." Her tone leaving no room for argument and you couldn't help but laugh pulling Larissa to her feet gently. You both really were being silly, of course you would be amazing parents and this baby would be so very loved. You would stand by Larissa every day and raise your baby together in a home, well school, filled with love.

Word count ~ 1129

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giggly-squiggily · 10 months

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Hi Squiggly! It's the bish anon who requested the Kokushibo x reader for tickletober! I saw your mini-vacation post. I hope you're doing better...If you feel up to it, can you please consider writing a 'cuddle' fic with soft lee! Kokushibo x Ler! Reader? I'm sorry, the six-eyed terrorist makes me melt more than he should😭. Get well soon!

Koku my beloved! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D It's time we give our six-eyed demon some much needed love, shall we? :3

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“Good evening.”

Kokushibou froze, the sheath holding his sword halfway towards its destined spot. Slowly, he peered at you, finding you standing by with a furious glare. “Good evening, (Y/N)...did you sleep well?”

“Not at all. I was too busy worrying about my husband. See- he hadn’t come to bed yesterday morning. Or the previous morning. Or the mornings before that.” You kept your voice low, but your temper sharpened each statement until you were practically biting them out. “From what I’ve gathered- he’s been out training from dawn till dusk.”

“That…certainly is an issue.” Kokushibou placed the sword against the wall, turning so he was facing you. An outsider would likely find this comical- the highest rank moon being scolded by a lesser demon. Of course- Kokushibou would have had their head for even thinking of you as anything less than his equal. Regardless of hierarchy and Lord Muzan’s blood; to Kokushibou, you were just as strong as he.

And in a game of wills; even stronger.

“Yes, it is. Tell me, my dear husband- have you already forgotten what you promised me?” You tried to keep your anger, but the longer you looked at him the more soft you felt. He was clearly ragged, the visible skin along his arms bruised and scratched. His clothes were dirty, and his hair was a wild mess of twigs and leaves. It was his own fault, sure, but that didn’t mean you were completely shut off from the visible aches.

“...That I’d return when the sun began to rise so I could rest and in turn spend time with you.” Guilt touched his eyes, and he bowed his head in apology. “Forgive me, (Y/N).”

Your anger melted away as you shook your head, walking to your husband. “I always do. But my forgiveness isn’t going to help you in the long run. If you overwork yourself, you’ll be sloppy. Isn’t that what you told me when you were training me the first time?” You reached out, tracing his face with your hands. “Come on- let’s get you out of these clothes and into something comfortable. I’ve already got a bath running.”

~~~

“I can do this myself, (Y/N)...”

Despite the words, Koku’s voice lacked any real argument. You sat behind him in the bath, combing through his mangled hair gently as you removed the various twigs within. It took some mild persuasion to get him to let you help. “You’re my husband; don’t be so modest,” You teased, even though you knew why he hesitated on you seeing him nude. The water reflected the scars along his skin, old and fading- full of stories. You didn’t pry about them; instead choosing to wait for the day he was comfortable sharing.

“Nope. I haven’t seen you in days. This is our time.” You smiled as you pulled the last tangle free, watching his hair pool around him in soft waves. “Besides- for all that patience of yours, you’d give up not even halfway with your hair.”

“Hm.” Was all he said in response. You grinned as you picked up a washcloth. Victory was yours.

After he was bathed, dressed and clean, you pulled him along to your bed, pushing him gently into his side before sitting behind him once more, tugging at his robe. “Take this off- I have something for you.”

“Didn’t you just insist I put this on?” He asked as he did as told, shedding the upper half of the robe. “So indecisive.”

“Hush.” You pinched his bicep before reaching over, gathering up a bottle of oil. Daki snagged it on her last mission but hated the smell, giving it to you because “It seems like something you’d like.” Sure enough- you found it pleasant. “I’m gonna give you a massage.”

“Oh?” Kokushibou blinked, looking at the bottle curiously. “(Y/N)...You do know we regenerate. Muscle aches are no longer a thing for any of us.”

“There’s more to massage than just ache relief, love.” You told him after he investigated the bottle, returning it to you with suspicious eyes. “You’ll see what I mean.”

Kokushibou didn’t argue as you gathered his hair up, tossing it over his shoulder and out of the way. Nor did he complain when you pressed your now oil bearing hands into his upper back, gliding them across his skin. If anything- he seemed to have suddenly lost the will to fight, his tense shoulders easing almost immediately.

“Feels good?” You asked, grinning when he groaned in response. Another victory for you.

~~~

By the end of your massage, Kokushibou was puddy in your hands.

Lying beside you, he didn’t argue as you scooted closer, pressing his head against your chest as you stroked his hair, humming a song you remembered from your time being human. There was a twinge of sadness with it, but it was nothing compared to the sight you got to witness.

Kokushibou felt so sturdy yet so vulnerable in your arms. You didn’t say anything when tears dripped against your chest, only wiped them away as they came. Just how long had it been since someone held him? The thought made your soul hurt far worse.

As if sensing this, you felt your husband squeeze you tighter, his way to reassure you. He always seemed to know when your mind began to wonder. No words were exchanged, you just leaned down and kissed his crown.

Eventually, his tears dried and the ache you felt had eased. The two of you were just lying there, entrapped in each other's arms. You were happy- it felt so good to finally have him back with you.

At the same time however, all the petty revenge schemes you made when he was gone came to mind. You were no longer angry, yes- but that didn’t mean you were completely over it. Feeling sneaky, you let the hand stroking his hair drift down to his back, keeping your touch feather light as you traced along the back of his ribs.

“Hm!” Kokushibou made a noise resembling a muffled laugh. Then another. Eventually, you felt him shake against you, muffled giggles creeping out his throat as you carried on tracing his ribs up and down. He didn’t pull away and you didn’t press in- neither of you wanted to break the serenity of this moment. “(Y/N), pleahhahahahse.”

“This is what you get for overworking yourself.” You told him simply, kissing his crown once more as you danced your fingers over his lower back. Again- you earned a round of muffled giggles, the sound deep and rich that vibrated your bones in the best way. “I missed you- and I missed your laugh. Don’t leave me alone like that again.”

“I prohooohohmise! I prohooohohmise, my mohoohoohohon, now stahahhhap thathahhahat!” He laughed out, relaxing once more when you stopped, returning to his hair. “Heh…you are a devil, (Y/N).”

“I’m your devil.” You smiled, feeling him take your chin in his hands before his lips found yours, kissing you deeply.

“And I love you for that. I’ll…be more aware. Of my limits going forward.” He traced your face with his thumb, taking it in like it was the only sight in the world worth looking at. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

“It’s okay…as long as you come home, that’s what matters.” You pulled him into you, returning to your serene state. “I love you, my great swordsman.”

“As do I, my beloved moon.”

Thanks for reading!

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