Daisy is so funny to me because imagine you know that your adopter friend Agnes has a thing going on with her best friend who has just been forced into marriage with HER crush and brutally left as an orphan, and the marriage she'd been preparing her whole life for just got cancelled and you decide this is a good moment to tell her that her mother is a terrorist.
summary ; a private relationship that becomes public through several social media posts.
tw/cw ; mild invasion of privacy, celebrity speculation, public attention, parasocial interpretation
a/n ; hello! i haven’t done one of these in a while, watching wuthering heights inspired me. enjoy! requests are always welcome. <3
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jacobelordi Wuthering heights, somewhere between the wind & the quiet (+ something softer I’m keeping).
filmgrainangel not the hard launch soft launch…
perioddramasociety looking forward to your take on this. not an easy one
daisyedgarjones can’t wait to see this 🖤
augustsaltair you cannot drop yearning like this unannounced
yourusername: proud of you. all that wind and you still made something beautiful out of it 🤍. ⤷ archivedaffection “proud of you” ??? who are u? ⤷ cinematichearts the calmest comment here and somehow the loudest
keoghan92 that last one… trouble 😂
neversaynever: ok but who is SHE
zendaya the wind did its thing but so did YOU 👀
cinegirl444 the way we saw NOTHING and still saw EVERYTHING
beabad00bee I love love like this 😭
letterboxdhottie this rollout deserves awards already
popnews we support moody boyfriends and their mystery girls
internetitgirl charli narrating culture once again!!
yourusername the wind was louder than anything we said but i understood you anyway!! go watch wuthering heights, i filmed some bts on my super8 cam that i cant wait to share. <3
softspokenangel OH THIS IS THEIR LANGUAGE… I’m unwell
cinephile.mp3 they’re locked in
florencepugh my fav girl in the world
elordipress this is somehow worse for me emotionally
jacobelordi always do.
⤷ archivedaffection “always do” ??????? EXCUSE ME
⤷ whoshecarmen yeah no they’re 2gether for real
filmgrainangel THE VIDEOGRAPHER??? oh she’s booked and loved
kathynheath this is the most poetic witness statement ever
softlaunchdetective we BEEN knew but thank you for field reporting
internetitgirl outing her as talented AND pretty is crazy
letterboxdhottie “the videographer” oh she’s THAT girl
cinephile.mp3 “leaning in to hear her” yeah im fine thanks for asking lmao
yourusername we were never hiding, just keeping something ours for a minute. 🤍 my love.
softspokenangel YUH THEY STEPPED OUT
mutualyearning “never hiding” yeah we were just blind apparently
maudeapatow okkkk hard launch !!!
reelclassics lovely to see collaborators supporting each other
clairo about time omg 🥹
internetitgirl she’s pretty, talented, smells good AND has jacob elordi… pick a struggle
jacobelordi ❤️
⤷ archivedaffection HIM JUST DROPPING A HEART??? MEN ARE SIMPLE
I don't give a rats ass about Alice and Austin butler thing I don't even know what's going on :( I don't even know who Alice is ? Why is someone commenting on my page.
I don't give a rats ass who Austin is dating I just love that man.
the intro from unnecessary deep talks with Elise pt.1 with a DM from Jacob Elordi
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vonelise no episode this week, but WE HAVE A INTROOOOOOOO in the making💍💍💍💋💋💋💋wait for where is my husband in youtube and in every episode, by the way who would you like to see on the show next week?!!!
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elisseles an intro??? get this girl on Hollywood!!!
elifansss where is my husband being the title is just too fitting
fureliseees i would looooove Pedro Pascal, get him in, NOWWWW!
elisejac i want Jacob Elordi again
well you don’t get a DM from Jacob Elordi everyday.
@Jacob.Elordi
Just saw the new episode.
The flowers were a nice touch.
She blinked slowly, what was going on? she started to type with shaky hands.
@vonelise
Yeah, it was a nice surprise!
I didn't know he was bringing anything.
A minute that felt like eternity passed.
@Jacob.Elordi
They suit you.
The colors seemed to match your vibes, they're pretty and bold.
Makes sense.
She smiled softly at the subtle compliment.
@vonelise
Are you calling me pretty and bold? Mr. Elordi I have to warn I'm bolder through texts
"Are you fucking stupid Elise? are you inviting him to send dick pics or what?" She cringed at her last text, scolding herself in a mumble.
@Jacob.Elordi
Maybe I am and it’s good to know Elise.
The camera stuff was cool though, I thought it was just a fictional escenario I didn’t had that section.
Elise felt her breath stuck on her throat, was he…was he jealous? She giggled and kicked her feet at the thought.
@vonelise
well, I’m not into cameras really and the new prompt was just there, he was very sweet and teach me how to use it🥰
@Jacob.Elordi
Yeah, using them it’s easy I would have teach you I you asked me to! You are a fast learner and the pictures came out awesome.
There’s something hidden there — not jealousy, but curiosity.
Elise felt uneasy, like when she was in high school and she was texting anonymously to her crush behind the school auditorium’s stand.
So she tried to redirect the conversation.
@vonelise
People are making a whole thing about the Elvis joke.
Sorry if that was weird for you.
Bitting her lip she waited while Jacob tapped the screen with an eyebrow raised.
@Jacob.Elordi
It wasn’t weird.
You can have a favorite.
I’m not bitter about it.
You two had a really good vibe, I liked your true self in it.
If I’d been your “favorite,” I wouldn’t have showed up empty-handed.
Elise’s heart malfunction and she chokes on her own saliva.
He is absolutely flirting.
Intentionally.
@vonelise
People really liked your episode, they fell in love more with you, you set the bar to high I would say.
She tried to stay neutral, not show too much emotion and keep it cool but already sent Brittany a screenshot.
@Jacob.Elordi
Do they?
If you ever want to do a follow-up or something…
I wouldn’t mind coming back.
No pressure.
@vonelise
Jacob if you want to mend the fact that you didn’t gave me flowers you can just send them to my house🙄🙄
Elise felt the panic hit her mind as everyone second passed and he hadn’t responded, just a seen showed up.
@vonelise
I’m kidding.
Whenever you’re free and available we’ll book you right away! Thanks Jacob!
@Jacob.Elordi
Send me the address and I’ll deliver it personally.
“Oh my fucking god!” Elise screamed from the top of her lungs, and threw the phone away, another message showed up.
@Jacob.Elordi
I’m kidding too, I’m at Brisbane even if i want to i can’t deliver it.
Get some rest.
Big day for you.
Jacob seemed to panic as well, the word coming out before comprehension, he wasn’t at Brisbane neither has been in months, he just got too embarrassed.
It’s warm.
Genuine.
Not jealous in a messy way — just a little hurt on the pride.
@vonelise
You too.
Goodnight.
@Jacob.Elordi
Good night, Elise.
Elise fell on her back in the bed, kicking her feet and giggling as if she was insane.
Jacob bit his lip at his home, feeling a weird warm sensation on his chest.
who’s a heretic now? || the creature x black!fem reader
Summary: Fresh out of money to build another better and exiled from his brother and his wife, a desperate Victor arranges to marry you, a newly made heiress locked away in an asylum that is all too happy to throw you at the mercy of a stranger. Yet before he can sign over your new wealth for himself, his prior creation takes you first.
Trigger warnings: Victorian Era treatment of mental health, drugging, violence, and a brief mention of vomit. This is 18+, minors DNI
No use of y/n, the creature calls himself Adam, and in this AU, the creature left Victor after he declined to make him a companion and William and Elizabeth married but Elizabeth never saw the creature before her wedding. Reader is in her late twenties. This will be historically inaccurate, we all know that but I hope you enjoy it! I haven’t written in a while so I’m not sure if this is any good.
Chapter One
“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”
Christina Rossetti, “Goblin Market”
ST. CATHERINE’S REFUGE FOR THE FEMALE INSANE, LONDON, 1856.
“You mean to tell me she’s rich as Midas? Her? Not bloody likely. I say we keep her, safekeeping and all that.”
“Open the fucking door, you halfwit.”
The cell door opened and in came the doctor, flanked by nurses who kept their distance. From your spot in the corner, you could see the younger of the two women struggling to keep the new brown wrapped parcels in her shaking hands.
You had done nothing wrong, you were not a monster, you were sick.
It did not matter.
“Good morning, do you remember what is happening today?” The doctor asked with false cheer and nodded for his nurses to advance on you.
You remembered but it was better for you to let the doctor talk himself into oblivion without interruption.
“Your father has died and left you quite a sum of money, luckily a solicitor has found a generous man to take care of you, a Baron Victor Frankenstein. He sends a carriage and fine clothes, isn’t that exciting? You are leaving for better horizons, you should be most grateful.”
You nodded, eyes to the floor, not flinching when a bucket of ice water was thrown over your body and the rough scrubbing ensued. When your skin was dry and bloodless, the dressing began, trading coarse excuses for a dark red dress with a matching shawl and bonnet. The doctor of course had not looked away from the entire ordeal, he did so like to watch.
“We have done what good we can for you, your kind is usually unfit for the diagnosis of hysteria but I alone have made you well. I’ve heard your fiancé is also a fine surgeon and I know he will continue your treatments. I do hope with your wealth you can persuade your soon to be husband to become a patron of this glorious refuge.”
Well? Exactly what part of you was well?
You nodded again for understanding and gave him a full toothed smile as he handed you weak tea in a dirty chipped cup, a distinct floral scent rising above the black liquid.
Laudanum, always laudanum.
The screams of women echoed as you were escorted out of the madhouse you were thrown into by police who asked no questions years ago to a fine carriage, the driver barely able to keep the look of confusion off his face but helped you inside nonetheless.
With a weak wave at your tormentors, the carriage set off towards god knows where. Once you were surely out of sight, two barely healed fingers met the back of your throat and up came the laudanum.
“You alright miss, do I need to stop?” The driver shouted, uneasy.
“No, I’m alright thank you, drive on please.” You said, flinching at the sound of your own voice, a soft melody unheard except in hushed pleas for mercy, for God to call you home, for a single grace.
The carriage rolls into the chilled stormy night, your pretty dress no longer useful for the change in air, the sight of your own breath beneath the moonlight fogging the rain drenched windows up.
You are moments away from dozing off when a roar silences a crack of thunder completely. The carriage comes to a complete and full stop which shakes sleep off you instantly.
“Are we there? Is something wrong?”
The driver responds with a scream and there’s no time to contemplate why before the fine carriage is flipped and you meet the top of it, temple splitting, warm blood wetting the side of your face.
An enormous shadow crouches next to crumbled carriage, horses long gone. From a singular cracked piece of remaining window you can see the bloodied driver, a pale blue heavy hand around his throat.
“Run to your master. Tell him if he cannot make me a companion then he will be relieved of gentle company now and all the days hereafter until he sees fit to approve my request.”
The blue hand removes it’s hand from the driver’s windpipe and the driver is gone without a single glance in your direction.
Rainwater and blood do nothing to hide a pair of wide eyes, one black, the other a glowing amber, from your sight and you should have had no recourse but to scream but your screams belong to the asylum, you have none left to give.
“And now, you.”
With a surprising amount of gentility, those otherworldly hands snake through the broken glass and splintered wood till they find your waist and pull you out of the carriage wreck.
Your breathing is too fast when lightning strikes soil close by.
The face to match the hands is illuminated and what a face it is indeed.
In the mist of your fast approaching unconsciousness, you place a bloody hand on the marble two toned cheek, watching his strange eyes soften as yours flutter to a close with a quickness that frightens him.
In the quiet hours after his warning has been received, the creature known as Adam spent the sunrise in a warm cabin, one hand pressed to your temple, cleaning away mud and dried blood, the other against your chest to feel the beat beneath.
He knows not that he is not in a tale of vengeance.
Summary: Belfast, 1970s. She’s sharp-tongued, fearless, and desperate to fight. He’s Brendan “The Dark” Hughes — calm, dangerous, impossible to impress. In the smoke and silence of the Troubles, two stubborn souls collide, and what starts as defiance slowly burns into something neither of them planned.
brendan hughes x fem reader warnings: smut MDNI 18+, enemies to lovers, possessiveness, loads of tension, soft & fluff sometimes but angst too, slowburn and political unrest (violence mentioned)
Bound in a marriage through arrangement, Edward has grown to love his bride in a settled, dutiful way. Although entanglements outside of the marriage were strictly forbidden, Edward’s wandering eye leaves his wife in a solitude misery and in the search of something more. In the depths of growing loneliness, Edward’s older brother, Arthur offers something to her which her husband could never fulfil…
Chapter 16 - omggg tysm you guys are actually unreal, I can’t thank you enough for your kind words. This chapter is painfully filthy, okay, just be warned. Minors doi, p in v penetration, talks of male ejaculation. Apologies for any errors in this chapter I proofread when I was half asleep.
The beginning of Arthur's political campaign truthfully should have been a fresh start for the family affairs. It should have been exciting and something new to be joyous towards. Of course you were happy for him, everybody was (minus the fact he was campaigning for a party you despised). However, the fact you had been lodged up with Edward for the past four days was making you feel claustrophobic in ways you forgot about. Before your experience with Arthur, you were growing increasingly cooped up in the Guinness family. Now, in a bubble of spending time with your husband, you began to fall in that trap once more.
The pressure from family and even household staff was immense, considering they knew your body like bloody clockwork. It was the most fertile week of the month for you, or that is what they assumed after all, so it was expected that Edward be there with you. At all times. You did not get a break. It was killing you.
How had your laughter been diminished and emotions dwindled so fast for a man you once thought the world of? Worst (or best) of all, it did not bother you in the way you expected it to. You were neither saddened or dismayed, but rather bored by his presence...
Arthur, on the other hand, was not dealing with the separation so well. He was increasingly growing maddened by the thought of Edward taking you every night. You had every right to, of course you did, and he did not bat an eyelid at a single one of your doings in the situation when you were only trying to fulfil your duty. But it was Edward Arthur was growing disgruntled with. Whether it was jealousy that he had access to you at all times, your laughter, your smiles, or it was annoyance for how he disregarded you so easily, Arthur did not know. All he knew now was that the two of you looked bored half to death sat beside one another, and it had been over an hour since you had engaged in any conversation.
You found it difficult to look back to Arthur. Truthfully, you longed for his presence and much more recently, his manhood. All this intercourse was making you desire pleasure even more, and you were constantly missing out on those sweet releases you were used to. Edward would finish inside you with a gratified shudder, whereas you were just expected to lay there and not have your own climax. The two times Arthur had taken you was the best you had ever experienced, and now you could only pray for more.
''Pardon me.'' You cleared your throat to your husband, equally as zoned out as you had been. ''I am going to take a breather.''
Tucking your coat tighter around your front, you hugged it close to your body, avoiding any prying eyes of the elder family members as you did. You slipped past Benjamin who was equally looking as lost with his wife, an arrangement in the same measures as you and Edward had been. It seemed nobody in that family had any luck with their partners…
Once the bottom of your heeled boots dug into the gravel, you felt a sense of ease knowing you were completely alone. Rafferty was occupied by the entrance of the building, whilst his men guarded ahead of you, only suspecting problems from the outside, and not within the perimeter they guarded. This, offered you a moment of solace, of quiet and enjoyable silence. The crisp air filled your lungs as the bitterly cold breeze nipped at the skin on your face. Despite the chilly January afternoon, you could have stayed out there all evening.
Content like this, your eyes fluttered shut, making the most of the isolation until duty would call again. It was only when the sound of gravel being turned up under somebody's heavy footsteps that your jaw tightened and grimaced in frustration. Who could that possibly be now?! Your lip curled up in annoyance, tilting your head around the corner, only to be utterly taken aback by seeing the man of the hour.
''Arthur?!''
''Hush now, come with me.'' His request was rushed, summarizing the time you possibly had to spend together. As Arthur led you further to the back of the building, concealed with bush and ivy, you felt a smile spread over your cheeks. Through all the demands and pressures, he had still found a way to steal time with you. His most important thought.
You were breathless, backed up to the plant-coated wall with your chin tilted up and a smile to die for. ''Oh, how I have missed you.''
''Oh, Arthur.'' A pleasured giggle escaped your lips, meeting him half way to share a firm kiss. His lips were not rough, but he was not gentle either, a reminder of how urgently he had needed you.
''I have missed you too. Its growing unbearable.'' You exhaled. Arthur shook his head, spreading a hand over your cheek in a bid to caress and warm the cold skin. The tip of your nose was flushed pink, as was your cheeks, clearly effected by the cold in a way Arthur wanted to change.
''If I could pick you up and put you in my bed right now I would.'' With care, his other hand came to rub up the back of your arm, scanning your softened eyes as your lips spread wider. The thought of his bed felt like a distant memory. Perhaps that was dramatic, but you desired nothing more than to be wrapped in the embrace of Arthur Guinness.
A breathy moan passed your lips as you nodded, pecking his lips quickly. ''I miss you being there. My darling, it feels cold without you beside me, am I being forwards?''
''No, not in the slightest.'' You assured, standing on the tips of your toes to meet him for a kiss again. This time, with the excitement building, it was not so easy to pull back. Arthur's tongue was swirling against yours, pulling your body's flush in an attempt to have you to himself.
''I cannot go without you.'' Arthur admitted in a sensual coo, one which made your stomach flutter from excitement. ''Come Monday, you will have me again.''
“I know.” He intended his words to be reassuring, to be an agreement of the pulsating energy between you both. Instead, he noticed the slight falter on your face, the gentle wince of your eye, the small fall of your smile. He knew because everybody knew. Everybody knew your body more than you did and it was common knowledge that you and Edward were spending more time together in a bid to try for a baby. It felt invasive, and with Arthur knowing you were fornicating with Edward every night, it felt wrong.
Arthur took the other side of your face, fog passing his lips into the air above as he stared back at you for a second. “I am sorry. It should be nobody’s business, let alone mine.”
“It is just…” your gaze averted, desperate to admit the way your mind had been racing with painfully sinful thoughts. “I wish I that it was you. Instead of him.”
Arthur nodded in agreement, moving to catch your lips in a kiss once more. “I wish it was you filling me with your seed every night.”
Arthur audibly moaned at your words, hand gripping the back of your neck that bit tighter to make your body flush with delight. Having Arthur here like this, kissing you so deeply, pressing your bodies together, it was stirring emotions up inside you that you could no longer repress. You thought you were going to burst, and it was the first sense of excitement you had felt in days.
“How I long for that, my darling.” Arthur hushed, applying a lingering kiss against your forehead. He thought about his next words maybe not so wisely, as an urge of possessiveness rinsed through him. There was nothing he could do to prevent what you and Edward did in the dark, but he could alter the way you thought about it.
“Whenever he is inside of you…” he began, rolling his hips to hump slightly into yours. You gasped at the feeling of his erection growing for you.
“Imagine it is me. Perhaps it will be more pleasurable.” Arthur brushed your hair back, staring at you with an intensity so deep you thought he was about to take you there and then.
“It will be.” You agreed with a hum. Arthur nodded, breathing in your air and the scent of your sweet perfume.
“The idea of you experiencing pleasure thrills me. Know I will be thinking of you later…”
“You will?”
Arthur swallowed, maintaining eye contact whilst giving you a firm nod. “I always do, so much so it becomes painful.” A thumb caressed over your cheek once more. “Know I will be touching myself also.” Arthur’s voice fell several octaves, muttering out the scandalous words that made your heart drum against your ribcage.
To speak plainly, your arousal for the eldest brother was at the forefront of your mind all night. Even whilst Edward took you, it was the image of Arthur in your mind that spurred you on. The sound of your skin colliding with Edward’s filled the room as you faced towards the foot of the bed. Edward was laid back, gripping the bedsheets in an amazement as you rode him in a manner you never had before. You were not just riding him, you were bouncing, shaking, thrusting and grinding. As you faced away from him, it gave you the strength you needed to muster up courage to picture this as Arthur.
The idea that he was using his own means to pleasure himself that night had plagued your mind with a heat you did not know what possible. Now, you truly were fucking Edward, perhaps for the first time in years. Your eyes were closed for the full duration, picturing the dark haired man, his lips wet with your juices and manhood flushed and erect with blood flow. The sound of Arthur’s scandalous words filled your ears as you blocked out the sound of Edward’s strained gasps and stunned grunts.
Two hands dared to come to your ass, guiding your movements further in a way he had with all the other women he slept with. Being knocked out of your momentary dream, you felt your eyes roll, but continued your movement as Edward gripped the flesh of your skin. In no time, you were reminded this was simply for procreation, and the moment of you enjoying this was gone. In an attempt to make him spent, you rolled your hips faster, only increasing both the volume of his moans and amazement of your husband.
Knowing you would not find your release for the fifth time this whole week, you let out a frustrated sigh, your legs beginning to ache from all the work you were putting in. Why were you working so hard for a man whose seed you did not want? Truthfully, it was Arthur you wanted to fill you up.
You shook the thought away quicker than it arrived, grinding yourself back and forth over Edward’s member until he cursed and tensed, fingers digging into you even tighter.
“Oh- fuck!” Edward could hardly get the curse out until he was filling you up with an orgasm so heavy it made him tremble all over. Grateful you could lie back down, you waited only a moment for him to release his fluid inside you until you climbed off him with a heavy sigh. Edward offered you a meek side eye, still coming down and very much leaking with his climax. He knew you were most likely finished with this so just left you to it whilst he focused on his own satisfaction in that moment.
Edward seemed to pass out only moments after he was spent. In a bid to preserve his modesty, you threw the blankets over his front, making an exit to the bathroom in a bid to relieve yourself. You were in a state of sexual frustration, without an orgasm for days and the wrong man’s seed inside of you.
Your head shook once. The thought of your husband’s seed being wrong was utterly sinful and a dangerous way to think. Once that thought was planted in your mind, you had all hell on getting rid of it. No matter which way you tried to think about it, even going as far as attempting to cuddle up to snoring Edward, nothing would rid the idea from your mind. The idea that Arthur was only down the hall was wickedly tormenting in your mind.
The more hours in the night that passed by, your appetite only grew further. Arthur’s words boycotted any rationale thought in your mind. A man touching himself improperly over the consideration of your pleasure with your husband made your head spin. The thought of Arthur’s fist doing all the work as he worked himself through a climax, lips parted and eyes scrunched, it made you throb in a way that became painful.
You fidgeted once more, sitting upright in a bed which felt entirely too small for you. Your husband had taken up the middle of the mattress, leaving you rustling around on the edge with a fire ravishing you from inside out. The room felt entirely too cold out of the covers, but you could not bring yourself to get back under them. Your comfort lay elsewhere, and before you could control yourself, your bare feet were cautiously stepping across the wooden floor.
Your hunger for Arthur felt insatiable. Nothing could stop you from going for what you needed, and with the house quiet at this hour, you thought to take full advantage of it. The bustle of maids had gone to sleep and only the late night staff occasionally passed by below you on the balcony. You watched for a moment, hoping to spot any sign that you had been seen, before slipping your palm against the banister as you made your way across the other side of the house to Arthur’s room.
You had wished it was a simplistic journey, but you had to go to the downstairs of the house before you could arrive on the landing outside Arthur’s bedroom. You could hear voices, two men muttering in hushed tones as they cared to not to wake the whole house. You listened for a moment, your ears pricking when you recognised the familiar tone of Arthur’s. Suspension swirled in your stomach as you pressed yourself to the wall, careful not to alarm any of the staff passing by from your right. This side of the house was busier, you momentarily questioned how Arthur coped with it.
The voices grew nearer, saying their goodbyes before footsteps wound closer around the grand hallway you had slotted yourself in. There was no time to gasp out of surprise when a figure appeared around the corner. It was only Arthur. Your heart pound in your chest like you were about to be sent to war, watching the man momentarily startle.
Arthur took a step back, glancing once over his shoulder before ushering closer to you. “What brings you here at this time of night?!”
“I wanted to see you…” your eyes were wide, filled with something Arthur vaguely recognised. You were in your nightgown, your hair naturally falling into its style and your cheeks were beginning to flush to a pink colour at the sight of him. Both his large hands were slotted on your hips, your back pressed to the wall as Arthur checked once more over each shoulder.
“It is you I want, Arthur. I-it is your seed I need, not my husband’s.” The forwardness of your words caught the two of you off guard. Arthur glanced down your front, recognising the way your chest heaved and fell, how you were fidgeting beneath your gown, most likely to gain some friction for the ache between your legs. Your lips were plump and parted, your eyes restless and desperate in a way he had not seen before. Who was Arthur to deny you of such a request?
“It is all I want, all I can think about…” you dared to bring a hand down the front of his half untucked shirt, stopping short of his naval as the man let out a shaky sigh. There was something so enticingly addictive about you, because even though Arthur knew the risks and consequences of what could come of this, he did not care.
He caught your mouth with a damning strength, your body hitting back into the wall as he wordlessly began to fulfil your request. You were on the edge of exploding, both the suspension and sexual desires making you so desperate it felt animalistic. It all happened so quick, filled with the sounds of silent gasps, odd bumps and the dishevelling of fabric.
Arthur was harsh to work at the buttons of his trousers whilst you hitched your dress up. Offering his hardening cock some heavy tugs, he slipped right into your wetness, fitting you like a complete jigsaw puzzle. The relief was almost instant. It was tremendous as he tugged one of your legs up, watching you stand on the tips of your toes as he began to buck inside of you.
You bit down on Arthur’s shoulder, your eyes rolling back as he fucked you against the wall. He was like an addiction you could never get enough of and as Arthur took you there in that hallway, you began to babble.
“I needed you all week. Don’t pull away this time, I need it.” Your core felt like it was burning with pleasure, Arthur’s length sliding in and out of you, rarely pulling all the way out as he could not stand a moment of being without you. “Oh god.” His voice trembled, roughly searching under your gown for your sensitive nub. Through the fucking that was leaving dull thumps against the wall, Arthur began to rub you, pushing his cock all the way to the hilt over and over again.
“My beautiful darling.” He grunted, unable to relieve himself from the burn of his muscles as he took you at a frantic speed. “There is nothing I want more.” He choked as you grasped him tighter, feeling as though it all may be over far too soon.
He plunged into you faster, harder, unable to bite back his breaths as he worked inside of your irresistible heat. No other woman could compare to you, no other pussy, he would never find it again. You had ruined him, and now he had lost his mind as he intended to pump you full with his thick load. The idea alone was too much to contend with, and now he was doing it for certain.
“Arthur, please.” You sobbed into his front, feeling yourself clench around him as you grew impossibly tight. “Inside-inside-” he was utterly seduced to madness by your hoarse and cracked voice, a man broken and unable to do anything other than love you. There was no going back now.
“With me-” Arthur choked, beginning to work even quicker as your head lolled back, utterly a rag-doll under his command. “Finish with me.”
His words were not a request, but a warning. His abdomen grew hot and he could feel his seed prepared to fill you up. The tension of the moment was enough to throw you over the edge alone, so when Arthur’s breaths became broken and his sighs turned into whiny gasps against the shell of your ear, you felt yourself release with an almighty wave of pleasure, blinding you as he began filling you up to the brim with his seed.
Arthur had you pinned in the most beautiful way to the wall. The heaviness of his balls were tightly pressed against your dripping pussy, his member twitching with every drop and ounce of his seed unloading inside of you.
If it was not for the location you had both inconveniently found yourselves in, then maybe you would have stayed like that for longer. What remained was the two of you clearing your throats and smoothing down your clothing, concealing your modesty and pretending as though he had not just fucked you up against the wall.
“Monday…” Arthur told you simply before he left. Monday, you could not wait for it to be fucking Monday, when you did not have to slip back into a bed with Edward, when you could freely be with the man you wanted.
Instead of burrowing yourself beneath the comfort of Arthur’s bed, you tip toed back into your bedroom where your husband slept. Or so you thought he was asleep. By the time you had returned Edward had turned to face the door, watching as you crept back in across the wooden floor.
“Where were you?” The sound of his voice startled you, causing you to gasp and abruptly close the door behind your trembling body. Arthur’s seed was beginning to leak from you, and you feared it would begin to drip down your legs at any moment. The last thing you needed was Edward to be awake and interrogating you.
“I went to get a drink, Edward.” You avoided eye contact, slipping beneath the sheets to avoid any further suspicion. Your heart was drumming in your chest, so loud you would not be shocked if Edward himself could hear it as an anxiety ravished your body.
Only moments ago you were experiencing the most gratifying pleasure of your life, now, you felt like you were fighting to take in a full breath of air.
Edward was suspicious, so much so, he sat up, covering his nude form with the blanket bunched over his hips, leaning to take a better look at you. “Look at me.” Despite the gentle tone, there was an urgency lingering, and oh goodness, you did not want to make eye contact with him when his brother’s seed was dripping out of you.
Not wanting to stir up a fuss or arouse further doubt, you met his gaze in the darkened room. “Who were you with?” The question made your heart momentarily seize, your brows flinching in surprise. How did he know you were with anyone?!
“I was getting a drink, I saw nobody.”
Edward scanned over your face, internally battling if this was his own paranoia or if you really had snuck away elsewhere. He was not blind, he had seen how some of the workers looked at you, Rafferty and his own brother included. Through his own betrayals, he could tell he was growing paranoid and discomforted by the idea of your own potential affairs. It was only fair, he would attempt to tell himself. Yet the idea of you with another man was still gut wrenching.
After watching his gaze fall and remain on the pillow beneath you, you eventually rolled yourself over, back facing him in an attempt to block out the interaction as a whole. Were you just distant from him, or was Edward genuinely onto something? He could not tell, but it was slowly eating away at him from the inside out, inch by inch. There had to be something else to this…
