Lazy Morning With Comte

Lazy morning with Comte

Words: 516

Tags: scenario; morning cuddles; fluffy; no pronouns specified, but Comte calls you chérie; established relationship.

He’s been awake for a while now, but he wants to savor this peaceful moment with you. With his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped securely around you, he envelops you in his embrace, softly nuzzling his face into your hair from time to time.

Comte both feels and hears it when your breathing changes pace, meaning you’re waking up too. A soft yawn escapes your lips as you stretch, and your hand goes to his arm to loosen it from around your body, but he tightens his hold.

“Hm…?” you hum under your breath, turning your head to glance at your lover with a hint of confusion. “Well, bonjour,” you smile warmly as you realize he is awake.

“Bonjour, chérie,” he chuckles at the confusion on your face.

You turn the rest of your body to face him fully, giving him a peck on the lips. He holds you in place by the neck to give you a proper morning kiss, and you can’t help but giggle, warmth spreading through your heart.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Not too long,” he replies, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you mumble, propping yourself up on your elbow to glance at the clock. “It’s almost time to get up.”

“It is,” he replies, his arm gently guiding you back down onto the mattress and into his arms.

“I should get up already.”

“If you want to,” he smiles with such affection that his eyes crinkle.

“Yes,” you yawn, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand as you look at him with the same loving gaze he gives you. “This way, I can take my time getting ready before helping Sebas.”

“Of course.” He shifts his arm around you, adjusting his hold on your body.

You chuckle softly. “Comte?”

“Yes, chérie?” he entwines his legs with yours.

“Can I get up?”

He is still smiling at you, trying to disguise his true intentions of not letting you leave his arms so soon today.

“Excellent question,” he hums, pretending to ponder the answer. “Can you?” He peppers kisses on your face.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” you concede with a contented sigh, “But in a few minutes, it’s going to be an obligation, you know.”

“It never is,” he murmurs, trailing his kisses down your neck and nuzzling his face there. “I’m giving you the day off.”

“Comte,” you laugh softly as his lips tickle your skin. “I can’t do that.”

“I can.”

“I have lots of things to do with Sebastian. We’ll have a busy afternoon today.”

“Then it’s settled. You’ll rest at least in the morning.”

He abruptly pulls you closer, causing your body to collide with his, and he tucks your face under his chin as a squeak escapes you. Comte laughs and kisses the top of your head, placing one hand on your head and the other on your back, rubbing relaxing circles with his fingertips while ensuring to keep you as close as possible.

You huff, knowing it’s a lost battle.

You end up taking the whole day off.

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Rating: Explicit || Word Count: ~900 Content Warnings: female anatomy, no pronouns for reader, possessive vibes, boss/employee, confessions (of lust), p in v sex, silco's pull-out game is WEAK

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“You know, when I said you needed– fuck– pussy, this wasn’t e-exactly what I had in mind.”

Silco ponders your statement over a handful of thrusts, hips drilling into the backs of your thighs hard enough so you know they’ll be sore come tomorrow.

He offers a coy little smirk that you can all but hear in his voice, “Do you want to stop?”

Gods, why would he even ask that question; who would want to stop? You don’t want to think about how good he is at fucking you, how godly his cock is. You don’t want to think about how every fuck before this pales in comparison to the precision and skill that Silco has. You don’t want to think about how divine it feels to be filled over and over by the bastard, but as he threatens to make you come rather quickly, these thoughts are all you can comprehend in your fuckdrunk mind.

You grit your teeth. “No.”

“Good,” he grunts, “I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

You hadn’t meant much with your off-handed comment in the first place. Sure, you don't mind the thought of fucking your boss, but it wasn’t quite how you planned your evening to go.

Silco was slumped over his desk, glaring down his bladed nose at a looming stack of papers. Your quips started out more modest, commenting on how he looked “like the living dead” and something about melting into the expensive mahogany of his desk.

“Do you perhaps have a solution?” He had groaned, a futile attempt to hasten your visit to his office.

That was when you said it–you need some pussy–and Silco went stiff, in both ways, as soon as the words left your mouth. He'd shot up out of his chair and you were ready to start running until his hand snapped out and snatched your wrist.

“Is that so?” You could see the way his tongue flicked behind his teeth, and how his eyes drank you in.

It was only a matter of time before you were bent over the desk and his cock was pushing into you.

“How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?” Silco’s voice is ragged with the depths of his pleasure, a sadistic rasp that echoes over and over in your fuckdrunk mind.

“Fuckin’, uhhnn…” you trail off in thought, lost in the rapture of a particularly good few thrusts that have your eyes rolling into your skull.

You can feel Silco's smug gaze raking hot over your backside, the press of him a questioning prod now. “Well?” He taunts you cruelly, leaning close to wind an arm around your middle and circle your clit, purring in your ear, “don’t be shy.”

“Oh, gods,” you sigh, “since that fucking interview.”

Your cheeks are hot with that confession. You hadn’t planned on fucking Silco, but you couldn’t deny you thought he was a good serving of dick when you met him. The way he carries himself, the manner in which he speaks to those below his level, the way he certainly looked over your body during that interview.

“Mmm, I remember that day,” he groans, “I even remember what you were wearing.”

You clench around him in surprise, your nails scratching against the wood of the desk as Silco settles for grinding his hips into your ass.

“Sheer tank top, and those coy little shorts.” Silco’s voice is still deep and rumbling as he fucks you, but it goes without saying he’s rather fond of this memory. “You were ready to give me a show if I didn’t want to hire you.”

His lips tease against your back, the edge of his smile nipping at your skin. “You had me tempted, but it was well worth the wait.”

He's right, you did underdress. So many employers had rejected you that week and you were fully prepared to suck dick for a job, or maybe more. But you can't let him have that.

“It was hot outside,” you retort, but your vocal chords abandon the firmness you had wanted, words melting around a whine. Silco leans back, rooting both his hands on your hips as he drills into you, working towards his climax.

“I don't care for the weather, you were mine the moment I hired you,” Silco hisses, delivering a quick pinch to the back of your thigh, “now touch yourself.”

You couldn't resist if you tried, already so close to your peak that denying yourself would be too much. Your fingers are on your clit in a matter of milliseconds, and your walls must clamp down tight when you do because Silco grunts, thrusts becoming arrhythmic.

With just a few swipes on your clit, your back is bowing, hips rocking against Silco as your climax spears through you. He fucks you through it, fingers bruising your hips and pulling you into each frantic snap against your backside.

Eventually Silco abandons your pleasure to work on his own, rutting into you until he buries himself as deep as he can get. A long groan accompanies his orgasm as his cock throbs against your walls, filling you until his release starts to leak out.

He collapses on top of you, nearly crushing you as he catches himself with a hand on the desk.

As he begins to soften inside of you, he laughs to himself.

“I suppose I did need that.”

I love when the reader is as unhinged as their slasher partner 😊

Hi honey. How are you? I hope your week is going great.

If possible, I would like to request something. Bo x Fem Reader? Maybe before Ambrose was left alone she was the typical girl destined to be Prom Queen, only she was dating Bo Sinclair and now she's back to support her ex-boyfriend/boyfriend in her murderous business?

Feel free to ignore this if it's too annoying or specific or anything. Illy, stay safe.

Hello love, I'm doing good thanks, hope you're well too <3

Thank you very much for this request! I haven't had the occasion to write for Bo and reader as a couple before, so I was quite excited about this! Hopefully you'll enjoy <3

Also female reader, with no description (not even for the outfit)

BACK INTO BO'S ARMS

Warnings: mentions of murders, morally grey/psycho reader, sexual innuendos, one or two strong words.

You were at your parents house for the weekend. It was nice to be with them from time to time, and it allowed you to reconnect with your childhood. You were laying on your bed, looking through the album photos your mother so patiently made. You had laughed at how she dressed you when you were a baby, but now you were humming in approval as you looked at your prom dresses. You remembered one night in particular. It was your last year of high school, and you were wearing such a pretty green dress. You had been the Prom Queen that night and you had felt so proud and happy then. But the most important event of that night was the slow dance you had with Bo Sinclair. He was your partner for the party, which was logical because he was your boyfriend at the time. 

He was the first man you ever loved, and you gave him your first kiss and your first time. You never regretted it, because no matter how rough and rude he could be to others, he had always been gentle with you. Of course you had argued more than once, but he would always give you a chocolate box to apologise. You knew his brothers were behind it; Lester told you once that Bo was nicer after he had spent a whole afternoon with you. You remembered Vincent too, and more than once you had stood up for him. You never let anyone speak bad about him, not even Bo. Vincent liked you for that and made you little drawings quite often. You tried to stay away from Bo’s parents though, and Bo prefered it that way too. Actually, he prefered to keep you all to himself when he could. His hands would then be roaming your body. It wasn’t necessarily sexual, he just enjoyed to touch you. The boy was clearly possessive but you always felt safe with him. Your parents weren’t too happy with this relationship but Bo kept you safe. 

When you arrived in Ambrose, you were a new girl and people weren’t too nice with you because you were a stranger in a small town in which everyone knew everybody. But Bo was quick to stick to you and to protect you. He continued like that, and he became even more protective once you started to date. No one would ever dare touch you or say something rude to you. Actually, Bo helped you a lot with your confidence, and you would forever be thankful for that. Of course, it wasn’t always nice and pretty with him, and you had to deal with his anger issues, but you both loved each other very much. 

You sighed as you watched a photo of him and you had to admit you really regretted having broken up with him. But at that time, Ambrose was slowly being deserted as there was no more gold in the mines, and your parents wanted you to go to college. After a year of distant relationship, you understood it wouldn’t work out because Bo was getting badly jealous. When you put an end to your relationship, you had discovered a very vulnerable side of Bo, before he exploded in anger. You ran away even though you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but better be safe than sorry. 

You had always thought about this event with an aching heart. You wished things had been different because, still now, you were missing him. You had never met another man like him in your life; a man who would make you feel safe and wanted, and who would do anything for you. What you loved the most about him was that he was ready to burn the whole town to the ground if anyone ever hurt you. His intensity and his passion were quite something that were wakening your own. You had never felt more yourself than when you were with him, because he wouldn’t judge you or change you. He loved you the way you were, and made it quite clear even if he wasn’t always good with words. His constant touch when you were in private or in public, always reminded you he loved you, no matter what your mother could say. She had always warned you that he would cheat on you or hurt you at some point, but Bo was loyal. He considered you as his fiancée. You were almost certain that he was planning on proposing to you before you broke up. He was a family man, and he would never betray his people.

You sighed again. It has been so many years now. You even finished university. But you never had the strength to call him and Bo was too proud to look after you. You wished he had though. After high school, you remembered he had bought a little garage in Ambrose to work there as a mechanic. Actually the phone number of it was written on the last page of the album. You weren’t too sure what you were doing but you took your phone and you dialled the number. You were pretty certain the number didn’t exist anymore but your heart was beating quickly inside your chest. After a little while, a southern accented voice answered you and you were glad you were laying on your bed or your legs would have never been able to carry you.

“Yeah?”

“Hmm, hi. I’m sorry to bother you, I was just trying an old phone number… Is that Ambrose’s garage?” you asked and you could tell the man at the other side of the line was quite confused.

“How did ya get that number?” he finally asked and you took your courage in both your hands before asking back:

“Bo, is that you?”. The man didn’t answer for a few seconds before asking as well:

“Y/N?”

“Yes.” you just said because you were grinning like an idiot. You couldn’t believe the man was still in Ambrose, and working in that garage, but you were so happy he did. You had missed him so much, and even though you didn’t expect Bo to still be the same person as before, you needed him back in your life, at least for a proper and softer closure.

“Didn’t recognise your voice, but recognised the way ya said my name” he commented and you heard him pull a chair to sit down on it.

“I can’t believe the number still works!” you said

“No one uses it anymore, can’t believe ya still have it” he replied

“Are you working? Maybe I’m bothering you?”

“Ya never bothered me, love” he said and you swore this man still had the power to make you blush. You were happy he couldn’t see your face at that moment. The nickname he so often used woken up butterflies in the pit of your stomach, and you realised you were playing a very dangerous game with your own heart. But it was worth it.

“I was looking through photos of our last high school prom… And apparently I have written this number down and I thought I could give it a try.” you explained

“Ah yeah. Little Prom Queen I had in my arms back then” he commented “Still have your crown layin’ somewhere around” he replied and you could tell you weren’t the only one who missed that period of your life.

“Do you?” you chuckled “Never thought you were a hoarder” you gently teased and you heard him smiling.

“Couldn’t get rid of somethin’ ya gave me” he simply said but you knew there was a lot more emotions behind it than Bo wanted you to believe.

“I still have your grandma’s bracelet. Whenever I need extra luck, I put it on” you replied to let him know you still cared about him as well.

“‘M glad. It was suitin’ ya well.” he said before pausing for a few instants “Maybe ya could come to Ambrose for dinner if ya ain’t too far away?” he offered and there was hope in his voice.

“Count on me” you said without hesitation. “See you tonight then!” you added before hanging on. 

You stayed like that, laying on your bed for a little while. You couldn’t believe you were about to see Bo tonight! You were getting very excited now and when you finally got up, it was in order to find the right outfit. You wanted the man to be blown away the second he would see you. It was important to you; despite all the years that went by. You found the perfect outfit, an outfit in which you felt sexy and attractive, and comfortable at the same time. 

You had a nice shower and decided to pamper yourself to feel even better for this first meeting. You took care of your hair and face as well before dressing up. You checked one last time and went upstairs. Your mother greeted you with a bright smile and told you how pretty you looked. But she quickly understood there was something going on, and she tried to know with whom you were having a date. You tried to argue it wasn’t a date, but she didn’t believe you, and you started to realise that indeed you were about to have a date with Bo Sinclair. She finally let you go but reminded you to be careful. You told her you weren’t sure you would be back tonight and she tried to not worry about you. You were a big girl and you had always been able to take care of yourself. 

You climbed into your car and drove to Ambrose. It felt so strange to be back there but it was like coming home. Ambrose was the place that held the most of your happy memories. You met a truck as you were driving and you were pretty sure you knew the man but you weren’t certain who he was. He stopped his truck to ask you if you were lost or anything.

“Oh no, I know the roads. I grew up in Ambrose” you said.

“Y/N! Bo said ya were comin’! Damn, ya lookin’ good!” Lester exclaimed.

“Lester! You grew up so much, I wasn’t sure it was you” you chuckled, trying to not blush at the compliment coming your way. “Am I coming too early? We didn’t agree on an hour?” you asked. You didn’t want to intrude but Lester shook his head.

“Bo was cookin’ last time I saw him, and tellin’ Vincent to not bother the two of ya” he sent you a knowing look and you did blush this time.

“Still so mean to his twin” you pouted to pretend you didn’t understand the allusion. “Should go then, it was nice seeing you.” you smiled

“Hopefully we’ll see ya around more often. Ya put Bo in a good mood… As it used to be” he told you and you smiled even more. You waved him goodbye and continued your journey. 

You drove to the Sinclairs’ house and parked in front of it. You just had the time to get out of the car that the front door was being opened by Bo. You both stopped and looked at each other with desire. Bo had definitively become the handsome man you knew he would become, and from the way he watched you, you became his dream girl, like he knew you would. He gave you his signature smirk as he walked to you. You smiled back at him.

“Looking good, Sinclair” you greeted him as you enjoyed the dark suit he was wearing. He was looking like a very fine demon… the devil himself actually. You always knew he was putting the “sin” in “Sinclair” anyways.

“And ya’re hot as a two-dollar pistol, love” he flirted back right away. You gave him a kiss on the cheek as you couldn’t express how happy you were.

“I met Lester, he said you were cooking” you said

“Yeah, the food’s all good. Come” he placed his hand on the small of your back, as he used to do, and guided you inside his house. 

You looked around. It really hadn’t changed a lot since his parents died, but you didn’t mind. It had its charm. Bo pulled you a chair and you sat at the table. He placed the food on the middle of the table before serving you. He was really doing everything right you thought, as you couldn’t stop from devouring him with your eyes. He noticed it, which flattered his ego, but truth to be told, he was looking at you the same way. The connection you used to have between the two of you was clearly still there. It had waited for you, and with all the years apart, it was burning with even more passion than before.

“I’m glad you ain’t mad at me for the way we broke up” you said

“Ya broke up” he reminded you before humming “‘s true I was quite upset with ya” he admitted “but ‘m glad ya called” he said. “Did ya finish school?”

“Yeah, I’m about to start working now, I just need to find a job.” you replied

“And it could be in Ambrose?” he asked with hope

“Well I’m not sure there is any kind of job for me here.” you said with a gentle smile. You were wondering how Bo and his brothers could still live here.

“I can find you something” he said with assurance

“Why would you do that?” you arched an eyebrow.

“For ya to come back home” he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You started to eat and praised him for the food before adding:

“You’re talking as if you’re eager to resume our relationship as if it never stopped”

“I am. Was about to propose to ya back then”. He said. You arched an eyebrow and he quickly added before he could scare you off “I mean, we can wait to get married”. You looked at him in disbelief before laughing. He frowned, not sure how to interpret your laugh, and not taking it too kindly. You placed your hand on his and softly apologised.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just no one ever wanted to marry me except you. And it blows my mind that you still want that, even after everything. I mean what if I’m not the girl you fell in love with? We both grew up.”

“I fucked around with girls after ya, but I never felt what I felt for ya. We both changed, of course, but only to get back together”

“Are you talking to me about fate now?”

“’m serious 'bout it. Why did ya call me then? Why did ya doll up for me?”

“Alright, Sinclair, you won, what’s the job you’re offering me then?”

Bo paused and watched you for a while, as if he was having an inner debate.

“Look, could have a job for ya but I need to trust ya for that. And ya'd have to get ready to live here” he said and you frowned. You could tell when Bo was up to no good.

“What’s going on in there, Bo? I thought the town was empty; it doesn’t even exist on a map anymore. And yet, I heard the bell of the church and I saw people at their windows.”

He stared at you for a little longer again before leaning into his seat.

“Do ya remember when we accidentally killed that guy who was botherin’ Lester and we found Vinny to turn the dead asshole into a wax sculpture so we could hide the body in front of everyone? It’s what we do here, with unlucky tourists. We get their money and they become the attraction. I fix cars too of course, but we mostly live from this.”

You stared at him for an instant, hoping he was kidding, but he was deadly serious. You had wanted to forget about this story, but you were still dreaming about it. You hated yourself to not be terrified by this event. In fact, you had enjoyed the adrenaline rushing through your veins and how close to Bo you felt that day. Bo particularly remembered how passionately you made love to him after that. It was then he knew you were the one to him. Instead of running away from him, you had been thrilled.

“The cops…”

“They don’t even fuckin’ know this town exists” he cut you before you could argue back.

“I don’t want to kill” you finally said and you wondered if Bo was going to let you go after everything he just revealed to you. He shushed you and brought your hand to his lips.

“Never said ya’d have to. Wouldn’t put ya into such danger, ya should know it by now. But ya’re so angelic lookin’ still, ya could lure people into my traps so easily” he purred as he leaned toward you, your hand still in his.

You didn’t answer for an instant, even though you knew what your heart wanted, like Bo did.

“If you fuck me good enough, I might say yes” you smirked as lunacy swirled into your eyes and Bo only grinned back at you before winking.

“Finish your food and ‘m gona remind ya what ya’ve missed for years, love”

I've thought long and hard for this request.

Can I ask for a wire jeweler MC gifting Mozart a brooch that she made in exchange for the crescent moon earring he gave her? (I am talking about him too much because of the brainrot)

The brooch looks similar to this but with his color palette.

I've been into wire jewelry recently and this one caught my eye.

Thank you in advance!!

SUMMARY: you give mozart a gift.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: HI COOKIE AJSHDGJASHGD AND HELLO IKEVAMP REQUESTS IM JUST GETTING TO NOW!!!

this is unedited again please leave me alone JHAHSFDHGASD

“What's this?” he asks softly, delicate hands cupping the brooch you bestowed upon him.

“Repayment. I didn't want you to feel like I didn't care for you just as much as you care for me...especially after you gifted me such a beautiful earring.” you reply, clasping your hands together as he examines your gift.

“Did you make this yourself?” he asks again, yet another question that only serves to make you more nervous.

You nod your head in the affirmative. He sucks in a breath and smiles, so brilliantly it almost knocks you off your feet. Mozart’s eyes soften with his gentle affection, and he hands the brooch back to you.

“Will you put it on?” he says softly, and you know if he ever asked for anything like that again you would fall to your knees and obey him.

And so, you do.

You step closer and coax your shaking hands to pin the brooch on his lapel. Mozart’s arms sneak around your waist, and the second your precious gift is secure, he buries his face in your neck and kisses the bare skin he finds.

“Thank you, my love.” he croons, and it's almost unbearable the way his lips move against your skin, “I love you with everything I have.”

You tell him that just loving you with himself is enough. He lifts his head just enough to press a languid kiss against your lips, and just like that you’re falling again.

I know I don't really post anything else than fanfics here, but I do, in fact, like to draw! And I decided to draw this lil' scrunkly goober! Look at my son!!

I wanna smooch him so bad. I watched scenepacks of him on youtube numerous times during the creation of this and omg, the scene where he opens gets his knife from the dashboard and exits the car? And then opens the door at the back to tell Wade and Carly to get out?? THE MFING SLIDE OVER HIS WAIST??? THAT MAN HAS NO BUSINESS HAVING SUCH A SLUTTY WAIST!!!

All in all, Lester is my stinky babygirl that can do no wrong.

Also, if you think the hands etc. look weird, yeah, theay do. Because the only reference I had were the scenepacks on youtube and those were in such bad quality, I couldn't see the difference between a dark shadow and the direction/shape of a finger. So...yeah, not ideal.

Karl Heisenberg who doesn’t know how to face his feelings and who is unfamiliar with domestic affection so instead of outright telling/showing you how he feels he brings random things to you as an offering, sort of like a cat.

“Heisenberg, what is this?” you ask, staring at what appears to be a roughly shaped swan, made entirely out of metal. to be fair, it looks more like a mutation of the bird but you don’t want to offend him.

“…” he gives you a dead stare and says absolutely nothing and just looks at you, waiting for you to pick it up and take it. once you do he just leaves the room and doesn’t bring it up ever again.

this is different than when he’s showing off his other creations to you because when he’s doing that he’s loudly parading around his factory as he gloats about his genius. but when he’s showing you something specifically made for you he’s dead fucking silent.