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clownd1ck · 10 months

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sex is an art (so let me paint you) | f. castle

frank castle x fem!reader

the part two of ‘shut me up’ that no asked for but pls i needed to write this so bad i was going to shit myself if i didn’t write this

summary: two weeks ago, frank castle kissed you. two weeks ago, frank castle made you feel special. two weeks ago was the last time you saw frank castle, now you’re being dragged out of a club by him in a jealous rage.

warnings: SMUTT (18+ pls), oral (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), FRANK LOVES THIGHS, thigh spanking (yeah i did that), overstimulation, p in the v, choking, reader sucks frank’s fingers HAHA, frank being cocky, praise kink, begging, hickeys, bruises, biting, did someone say pet names?, nipple play, tummy bulging, daddy used like twice (i had to 😔), spitting, hair pulling, age gap (reader is 23, frank is 37), frank castle the aftercare king, did i miss anything other than my dignity?

clubbing was never your thing. flashing lights, loud music, too many people in a room would have your head spinning in overstimulation. most 23 year olds would be living out their best days in the club, gathering stories to tell to their friends the next day. that was never you, the only story that originated from clubbing was the night you met frank castle, and it was one you didn’t share to anyone. mainly because you couldn’t, but also because he was your dirty secret.

however, you find yourself in between these sweaty bodies, speakers blaring a familiar tune and an empty glass of what once held a vodka redbull in your hand. you were soon to abandon the empty glass at the bar, it was the only drink you had consumed the entire night because you never felt safe drinking outside of your own home. you weren’t drunk, but you were drunk on your own feelings of sorrow and disappointment.

sharing a kiss with frank castle was something you’ve wanted since you met him. he was stoic and brooding, someone most people stayed away from but you found yourself entranced by him. he was soft with you, in his own little way. he let you ramble over silly things, watched your favourite movies with you and if he ever took a pitstop to a diner before coming to see you he always got you pancakes. frank listened to you, he thought of you, and it made you feel so appreciated.

so why he hadn’t returned to you for two weeks after a kiss he initiated had you feeling emotions you didn’t want to feel towards him.

you guessed that’s why you agreed to go out with some old friends to a local club. you wanted to forget everything, be like one of the girls you knew and have a one night stand that you could share and giggle about with your friends at brunch the next day.

wallowing in self pity was becoming boring. especially when there was a guy who had been making eye contact with you from across the room for the past twenty minutes, but you couldn’t blame him. the dress you wore was black, it was sheer and jesus christ, it was short. the heels you wore were platforms, adding a good four inches to your height. so much skin was showing, your legs, the skin under the sheer lace of the dress and if you were to bend over or lean forward, the curve of your ass would show to everyone in the room. but you were hot, you felt hot, and the man across the room agreed.

you find yourself walking over to the man. he’s decently good looking, but he’s not frank. you grab the man’s hand, walking backwards onto the dance floor as he smirks at you and you give him the most innocent eyes and soft smile you can muster.

the song has changed, it’s slow and sensual and the perfect song to grind your hips against the crotch of this unknown man. and so you do. you allow him to grab your hips to draw you in closer, to feel the hard on he’s got from your movements.

the feeling doesn’t last long.

there’s two new hands on your hips that are dragging you away from the unknown man, dragging you out the door of the club and into the dead of the night. you’re frustrated, sexually and just in general. you have a good feeling as to who dragged you away, and the thought of him doing this to you made you want to explode.

“why the fuck, frank?” you scream, turning around to face him, putting distance in between your bodies.

he ignores you, and it’s the first time he’s ever done that before and it aggravates you to no end. so you follow him, and he stops at a car you didn’t know he had but realised it probably wasn’t his in the first place.

“answer me, frank!”

“get in the car.” he opens to passenger seat, and you stare at him in disbelief.

“no.”

“get in the car.” he repeats.

“fuck off.”

“get in the fucking car.” he speaks in a tone you’ve never heard before. it’s not intimidating by any means, but it’s one that tells you you should listen and so you do.

you’re in the car, and frank gets in the driver’s seat and you know he’s going to drive you home and you’ll finish your screaming match there. it’s silent the entire ride, but for once, you don’t find yourself uncomfortable in it. in fact, you’re cherishing the silence now because you fear of the words that may be said the second you’re home.

and before you know it, you are.

“what the fuck was that, frank?” you exclaim as you step into your apartment, closing and locking the front door behind you once you’re both inside. “you can’t just drag me away like that.”

“he had his hands all over you.” he says gruffly, arms crossing over his chest. “what was i supposed to do?”

“what you were supposed to do was let him do it!”

he laughs at that, and the fact that he thinks it’s hilarious only fuels your anger. who was he to act like this? like you were his girlfriend, like you belonged to him? it feels like he’s laughing at you instead of the situation you’re both in. and it only fucks you up more.

“this is funny to you?”

“yeah, fucking hilarious.” he stalks over to you, hands cupping your face which forces your eyes to meet his. you hate eye contact, you despise it, but you could easily get lost in frank’s eyes. “fucking hilarious you think i’m gonna allow another man to put his hands on you.”

a laugh erupts from your mouth. “cause you have a say in what i do when you left me for two fucking weeks, frank!”

he never realised how much he hated his name until it fell from your lips. he’s never been frank to you, he’s always been frankie. he’s frankie, he’s your frankie, and that one time where you jokingly called him your daddy, and he hasn’t been able to get that off his mind since. you drive him insane, but you gravitate him, make frank realise he’s got someone to look forward to, to come home to.

“had to think. had to think how i was gonna be around you and try to act all fucking normal when all you’ve ever done is live in my fucking head.” he grumbles, moving his face closer to his. you’re staring into each other’s souls, you’re seeing parts of each other you’ve never explored before.

“two weeks, frankie.” you mumble weakly, because you were weak around frank.

“had to figure things out, figure out how i was gonna tell you how i feel then you weren’t at home. find you at the damn club with some guy touching you and jesus christ, i don’t wanna see that again.”

“frank?”

he hums, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“fuck me.”

his lips are locked with yours the second the words leave your mouth. his tongue is entering your mouth and the grasp his hands have on your face becomes more possessive, like he’s showing you just how much you mean to him. you’re walking backwards, back, back, back, until you’re opening a door that was never locked and your legs crash against your bed, causing you to fall onto it.

frank’s stood over you, looking at how fucking good you sit so prettily waiting for him. eyes meeting his, wide and doe like as a means to bewitch him in the spell that is seduction, something you radiate, something he gravitated towards.

his hand finds your jaw, tilting it up slightly. it moves to stroke your cheek, but not without brushing over your lip and something seems to snap in him when he does it, because next thing you know, he’s dragging his thumb over your lip. “so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart.” he hums, watching as your lips lock round the tip of his thumb. “yeah, so fuckin’ pretty.”

frank bends down to your height, hand abandoning your face so he can run them both over the exposed skin of your thighs. his right hand comes down harshly, slapping one of them and by the grace of god himself, the way you moaned was filthy. he smirked at your reaction, repeating it again and again and you were too caught up in the feel to notice how his hands, his large, veiny hands had spread your legs apart.

you’re not entirely exposed to him. the black lace thong you wore covering your cunt but it isn’t enough to hide how completely desperate you were for him. he chuckles at that, muttering something about how dirty you were from getting turned on by him spanking your damn thighs.

his hands find the hem of your dress, pushing it up and pulling it over your body, so now everything was revealed except the one place you needed frank the most. his eyes are immediately latched onto your nipples. you had changed the bars since the last time you saw him, angel wings sat on either side of the bar and you didn’t feel like a fucking angel when you were letting the devil himself touch you like this.

frank’s mouth immediately latches onto your left nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue and you let out the most pornographic moan he thinks he’s ever heard. it was the bite that caused you to squeal, eyes rolling back into your head and the only thing frank did was chuckle at how your body reacts to him. he repeats the action on your other nipple, biting, sucking, tongue swirling and you know there are going to be hickies there tomorrow but the idea of having frank’s mark on you has you spiralling.

“frankie…” you mutter “please.”

he looks up at you, a small smirk on his face as his hand reaches behind you, hand finishing its way into the base of your hair, pulling you forwards. “no, sweetheart. remember that one word you called me? fuckin’ teased me with it, didn’t know how much i wanted to fuck you right then and there when you said it. you remember what it was, baby?”

“daddy.” you whisper.

“that’s right.” the sound of his voice, gruff and hoarse makes you swallow. “i’m your daddy.”

he’s running his hands down your body again, until they find your thong and he snaps the material against your skin, causing you to yell. he’s pulling them down your legs in an instant, and the grip he has on your thigh will no doubt leave bruises as he delves into your cunt, lips attaching to your clit.

your body falls backwards as he sucks at the nub, before turning his attention elsewhere as he begins to feast at your cunt like he’s on death row and you’re his last meal. “fuck…daddy-” you cut yourself off as you begin to move, and his arm stretched over your hips to hold you down and your thighs entrap his head between them. but that’s heaven for frank castle, between your thighs.

you can feel the orgasm creeping up on you, and so can frank by the way you pathetically moan out his name like it’s your favourite melody. “please, please, frank. let me cum, please, need it so bad.” you beg.

frank adds to this growing orgasm, his fingers entering your hole and stuffing you full. they hit that spongy spot inside of you until you’re shaking, trying to move away from the intensity of your first orgasm but frank isn’t done with you, and you can tell by the way he holds you down and feasts on your cunt yet again.

he’s hungry, he’s a man starved and he laps up your cum like no tomorrow. his tongue is flicking up and down, lips latching onto your clit and you scream at the intensity. his fingers are still hitting inside of you, and before you know it, you’re cumming again. frank’s lips detach from your clit, watching as your eyes roll back and you moan.

“you gonna cum again, sweetheart? yeah?” he chuckles as he feels your drip onto his fingers, but he isn’t letting up. he hasn’t this entire time. it’s why your third orgasm washes over you and you’re breathless. the entire time you’ve been moaning your voice has gradually become more hoarse, but that appears to be frank’s goal.

frank stands up, placing his fingers in your mouth and watches as you suck him clean. your saliva drips from his digits and it’s so fucking filthy but you revel in the way you taste.

you frown at the loss of his fingers in your mouth, but you realise you have nothing to complain about because he’s taking his hoodie off, followed by his boots and his pants. the outline of his cock is prominent in his boxers and you feel yourself gulp.

“frankie, please.”

“please what, sweetheart?”

“please, need you to fuck me so bad.” frank smirks, climbing onto the bed and placing your legs around his torso. his cock is rubbing up against your cunt and you whimper at the feel. “frank, pl…please.”

“you need it, baby? need my cock filling up that pretty little cunt of yours? say ‘pretty please’, sweetheart. be a good girl, f’me.” he’s looking down at you, and you’re giving h the same wide eyed doe like look you did before this started, and he’s falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole that is you love.

“pretty please.” you bat your eyelashes, and feel frank line his cock up into your entrance before slowly pushing in. he’s big, he’s thick and it’s a lot, so it’s why when he leans down so he’s hovering over you you immediately attach your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as his hips move at a hard pace.

“f…frank. feels s…so good- fuck.” you cry out, lips moving away from his because you’re so damn lost in the way his cock hits your g spot that it has you levitating. his hand wrapped round your throat, guaranteed to bruise tomorrow but being claimed by frank has never felt so good.

“yeah, feels good? hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside of you?” his hand reaches from your neck to between your bodies, hand pressing down on your stomach where his cock moves inside of you. the touch has your legs tightening around his waist, back arching to the point where your clit grinds against him. “feel that, sweetheart? feel how good i’m fucking you?” frank kisses your jaw. “only me, sweetheart. gonna fuck you like this whenever you want.“ he pressed down harder. “my good girl- fuck, my good fucking girl..”

“frank, gonna…gonna cum.”

his hand moved from your stomach to your jaw, where he taps your cheek twice. “open up, sweetheart.” and you do. frank spits into your mouth, and like the good girl you are, you swallow, causing frank to press a soft peck on your lips. “look at you. doing whatever i fuckin’ want. so pretty, baby. should see yourself right now, taking my cock so well.” he takes not ur of how your nails are digging into his back. “you gonna cum, baby? look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. cum all over my cock, sweetheart.”

and you do. your legs shake against his torso but frank’s endless pounding doesn’t stop. he’s grunting down your ear as you hold his face in your hands and kiss his lips. “frankie…cum inside of me.” you beg, and his eyes snap to meet yours as if to ask if you’re being serious. “please.”

it doesn’t take long until frank is finishing inside of you, filling you up to the brim and he has no shame in finger fucking it inside you when it tries to leak out.

when he’s done, he places a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up off the bed, reaching for his boxers and sliding them back on. “i’ll be right back, just gotta clean you up, ok?” he leaves the room, but he returns within two minutes with a towel, a t-shirt and two water bottles for you both.

frank’s careful as he cleans you up, knowing that you’re still sensitive. in his left hand is where the towel that cleans you with, but his right is rubbing soft circles into your thigh to reassure you. when he’s done, he helps you sit up, placing the t-shirt over your body and opening the water bottle for you, holding it up for you to drink from. you tap his wrist lightly to let him know you’re done.

“you ok, sweetheart? need anything else?” he asks, sliding into bed next to you with his arm out, to which you take that as your invitation to slide in next to him. you cuddle into his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you.

“i’m ok, frankie.” you whisper.

you hear him take a deep breath in. “i had to figure out my feelings for you. it was never just a way to shut you up, even if you don’t know when to stop talking sometimes.” he chuckles. “i love you, you know that?”

“i know.” you smile up at him. “but was dragging me out of the club really necessary?”

“don’t make me shut you up again.”

“isn’t much of a threat if i like when you kiss me.” you giggle as you press a soft kiss to his lips. “now, how about we order pizza and watch a movie?”

frank smiles down at you. “perfect.”

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bluestar22x · 11 months

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July

Sweet Summer - July

Summary: An evening at the Pena ranch turns into a night to remember.

Pairing: Javier Pena x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series, explicit chapter

Warnings: Explicit smut, fowl language, reader is insecure, then not, Javi being a consent king and literally perfect.

Word Count: 5,879

Author’s Note: This is the most spicy piece I’ve ever written (appropriate for Javi) and yet also one of the sweetest. I melted writing it.

xxx

“I knew dating you was a smart choice,” you joked as you stroked the thick neck of the chestnut gelding tied up to a post just outside of the Pena barn.

One of Javier’s eyebrows shot up and he folded his arms, an expression of mock disapproval on his face. “You only dated me to get access to the horses?”

“Not only,” you replied, drawing out your words.

He chuckled and let his arms hang loose. “Well, let’s hop on. I’ve got an idea of where we could go for a nice view. Do you need a boost?”

You smirked at him and easily swung up into the saddle on the horse’s back.

“Show off,” Javier muttered, but he wasn’t annoyed. His eyes only held amusement.

He walked around your mount to get to his, a blue roan mare, and climbed onto her, his movement a bit less smooth than yours. “You confident about your riding skills?”

“It’s like riding a bike, isn’t it?” you said, not really asking. “I’m confident it’ll come back to me. See? I already have my heels down and everything.”

You both glanced at your boot covered feet in the stirrups and he smiled. “You’ve got the beginner stuff down at least.”

“So what are their names?” you inquired, scratching your mount’s neck. The gelding groaned and leaned into your touch, causing you giggle.

Javier smiled softly at the bright sound bubbling up from you. “He’s Red. And this mare’s Stormy.”

“Plain and simple,” you noted.

“Yeah, well, my dad’s a simple man,” Javier told you as he gave Stormy a pat. “You ready to head out?”

You nodded, and he led you away from the main yard of the ranch at a walk, out into open country. As you set out, you took time to bask in the fading sunlight, eyes closed, the heat from it finally tolerable.

July afternoons in Texas were often too hot to work horses, so Javier had suggested you come by later in the day for a ride, just as things were starting to cool down. It turned out to be the perfect time.

Red turned out to be perfect too, or as perfect as any horse could be anyway. You’d ridden several beginner horses in your lifetime, but none were both laid back and responsive like he was. You barely had to tug the reins to redirect his head, you barely had to dig in a heel for him to pick up his pace slightly, into a faster walk, and he had an air of calm that made you trust him like no other horse before. He made you feel confident, and that was important to have as a rider.

Javier must’ve sensed it because several minutes into the ride he suggested loping. “If we want to make it to the spot I have in mind before the sun fully sets, we’re going to have to pick up the pace. But only if you’re ready.”

You nodded. “I am.”

To prove your point, you clicked your tongue at Red and leaned slightly forward, encouraging him into a faster speed. He arched his neck immediately and his gait swiftly changed into one of a rocking motion. You were instantly reminded why the lope was your favorite horse gait. It was smooth, predictable, and yet still speedy enough to give you a thrill. You gave a yip to the darkening sky above and dared to steal a look at Javier, who had urged Stormy to keep the same stride as Red.

When you had first met him five weeks ago, you’d teasingly endowed him with the nickname cowboy, but it wasn’t until that evening, when he was riding a horse beside you, that he’d actually looked like one to you. Eyes focused ahead, seat steady, dressed in a red plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, and a tan pair of riding boots. He might have looked like he stepped right out of an old western, if he wasn’t missing the cowboy hat, but even without it, he sold it.

You felt a flame ignite in your belly as you observed him. You had a thing for cowboys, and you had a major thing for Javier. His broad shoulders, his strong nose, his large hands, his kind eyes, and his rumbling low voice. You’d found yourself totally distracted by him when Red suddenly stumbled over a rock in your path, lurching forward enough to unseat you, nearly causing you to flip over his neck. Luckily, you’d latched onto the saddle horn the split second it occurred and managed to steady yourself, a gasp flying out of your mouth as you did so.

“You alright?” Javier asked, as he slowed Stormy to walk alongside Red again, concerned.

You flushed and tilted your head away from him, trying to hide the embarrassment you had over letting your attention get drawn away from the ride. It really wasn’t the time.

“I’m fine,” you answered. “Does Red look okay? I don’t feel him limping but it’s not like I’m an expert.”

Javier studied the horse for a few moments, eyes scanning over his legs, shoulders, and hips and he shook his head. “He looks good to me. He didn’t stumble too badly.”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t paying enough attention to stay balanced,” you huffed.

Javier shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.” If he knew why you’d been caught off guard, he didn’t show it. “We’re here.”

You peered between Red’s ears and spotted a few hills up ahead, right along the border of wire fencing surrounding the Pena property. When Javier pointed Stormy at the middle hill and began climbing it, you followed suit on Red, smiling. Of course. Watching the sun set on a hill. The range of view it provided probably made it the best scenic spot on the ranch.

You were pretty certain of it after you watched the last of the sun’s rays dip behind the horizon at the top, no light left except for a few lingering streaks of gold and orange highlighting the clouds in the sky. It was far from the first time you’d seen a sunset, but it was the first time in your memory that you’d witnessed the exact moment day became night. The sight of it over the arid landscape, from Red’s back, left you sucking in a sharp breath. It was funny how something that happened every day could be so beautiful.

“You’re lucky to have this place,” you told Javier. “I’d kill for a view like this.”

He chuckled. “Hopefully not in a literal sense.”

You snorted and his expression turned serious as he sighed. “When I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to get away from here. I found it boring. I wanted to see the world.”

“Did you?” you questioned.

His mouth twisted into something like a grimace. “Not in the way I wanted to.”

“Do you still find it boring here?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But being bored isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a man.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t know what Javier had gone through during his time as a DEA agent, he wasn’t very open about it, didn’t willingly divulge much about it except occasional stories about his old partner Steve and his family. And your relationship was still too new for you to feel like you had the right to dig. You didn’t need to know, after all. Whatever had happened when he was taking down cartels in Colombia, whatever he had done, that was in the past.

You had fallen into a quiet spell after that, but it was quickly broken by your stomach growling loudly.

You felt your cheeks heat up again as Javier laughed at the noise. “Guess we should head back.”

You agreed quietly and followed him back to the ranch at a jog, as the sky darkened enough for the first stars to come out, content with not saying anything else. Javier didn’t seem to mind your silence, but he did break it as the ranch house came into view.

“Do you need to get home to feed Trix?” he inquired, his eyes darting over to you.

“No,” you replied quickly. “Actually, I had a friend take her home tonight, in case I was late getting home tonight.”

Tomorrow morning late.

Do not blush, you chided yourself mentally.

You’d been pondering over it a lot over the last week. You’d thought about how easy things were with Javier, how much you’d come to trust him in the last month you’d been dating, and how he had never asked for anything more than you’d been willing to give.

It wasn’t like a month was that long, right? But you felt like it had been long enough. Too long taking your situation in consideration. You’d decided you were ready to take the next step with him if he was, but you being you, you couldn’t just spell out your intentions for him.

The way Javier tensed in the saddle for a moment, you guessed your intent was clear enough. You reveled a little when you noticed him swallowing hard.

“So do you want to join me in the house for supper after we untack the horses?” he inquired. “I can’t promise much, I’m not exactly a cook, but I think we have some eggs I could scramble and a loaf of bread for some toast. We always have enough coffee on hand.”

“Your dad won’t mind?” you prodded. You’d figured you’d go out to eat and end up at your place, not in the ranch house shared with his father.

“He’s actually visiting his sister for the weekend,” Javier informed you. “Not that he would’ve.”

You couldn’t believe the timing. Your heart fluttered at the idea of you and Javier having the whole house to yourselves. No neighbors like at your apartment. Not a single pair of prying eyes or ears to worry about. You bit your bottom lip.

“I’d love to,” you said, hopping off Red when he was a few feet from the front door of the barn.

Javier’s lips curled upward slightly. “Great.”

He swung off Stormy’s back and guided her into the barn, leading you by example. You brought the horses into the two empty stalls at the back the barn, the other two occupied by slightly shorter horses, a paint and a dapple gray that was built very similarly to Red. You both made quick work of untacking your mounts, grooming them, and giving them hay for the night, along with the other horses.

With a goodnight kiss to Red’s velvety muzzle you strolled down the barn aisle side by side with Javier, anxiety starting to pool in the pit of your stomach over how the night might turn out, your self-confidence seemingly plummeting to an all-time low as you overthought. But you were too stubborn, too tired of taking the easy way out, to let that shut you down so fast.

After you exited the barn, stepping back on the dirt drive to the Pena household you cleared your throat, simply to get Javier’s attention. When his eyes met yours, you nodded at your car. “I’ve got a change of clothes. Would you mind if I used your shower to get cleaned up before supper?”

His eyes widened slightly, and surprise was written all over his face. “Uh, sure. I’ll cook the eggs and get the coffee going while you do that.”

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks.”

The Pena house was ancient as far as houses in Texas went, but it was well kept and maintained for a place that hadn’t had a woman’s touch in at least a decade. It was cozy, if not a little stuffy, made worst by the lack of air conditioning.

As soon as you’d entered the house, Javier had gotten to work getting out everything he’d need to cook the eggs and you’d climbed the stairs to the second floor, following the directions he’d given you to find the bathroom. Not that it was hard to find. First door to the right of the stairs.

It felt strange stripping bare in a household you’d never been in before, even in the bathroom with the door closed. It was different than being in a hotel room with friends or family. You weren’t used to being naked in the home of a person you didn’t know a month ago. You may have trusted Javier, but the awkwardness was still there. You shrugged off the feeling. Afterall, if you couldn’t take an innocent little shower in his house, how would you fuck him?

You used the cheap 2 in 1 shampoo that was on the shower shelf for your hair, making sure to work it into your hair until there were plenty of suds, then rinsed and used one of the new bars of soap you’d found in the room’s cabinet to clean your body. It took maybe six minutes before you were out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, headed for your bag on the countertop.

You hadn’t just packed some fresh clothes in it, but also a toothbrush and toothpaste, and you used them then, just in case you wouldn’t have time to brush after the supper, though you planned to take a moment to do so.

Another three minutes and you were downstairs, the smell of eggs and toast and coffee filled your nostrils way before you reached the kitchen.

“Smells good,” you called out as you turned the corner to enter the room.

Javier smiled at you as you plopped yourself down at the table. “Better?”

You nodded as you pulled a hair tie out of your left front pocket to tie back your damp hair. “Much. And I thought New York summers were hot.”

“Food’s done,” he announced, shutting off the stove burner he was using and pulling a pair of plates out of the cabinet next to the sink. “Come eat.”

As if you hadn’t hinted at deepening your relationship, you and Javier talked over supper like you typically did on your dates, about anything and everything that popped into your heads. Something a family member had done, a friend, people at work, or about the animals. You hadn’t seen each other since Sunday afternoon, six days ago, and Javier wasn’t big on phone calls, so there was a fair bit to catch up on.

After you’d eaten your fill, you both stood to dump your plates in the sink.

“Leave the mess for now,” he told you. “I’m going to go take a shower and get into clean clothes too, then I’ll pick up. There are movies on the shelf by the TV in the living room. If you want, you could pick out one and we could watch it when I’m out?”

“Sure,” you said, having no intention of leaving the mess alone, nor watching a movie after.

“Make yourself at home,” he shouted back down as he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as he was out of sight, you got to work, shoving utensils and plates into the dishwasher and scrubbing the pan he’d used for the eggs under running warm water. After washing the pan and anything else that couldn’t be washed by machine, you wiped down the stove and tabletop before taking to the living room to pace around.

For the hell of it, you took a couple minutes to look through the pile of video tapes by the TV, mostly old westerns and 80s cop shows. You decided to pick one out just so you had something in hand when Javier returned, settling for The Magnificent Seven. You hadn’t watched a lot of westerns growing up, but you’d heard that was a pretty decent one, so you planted yourself on the couch with the case in hand.

He joined you less than a minute later, hands on his hips. “You didn’t need to clean up.”

“I wanted to,” you declared. “In my house growing up the cook never washed the dishes after.”

He shook his head. “So did you choose out a movie?”

You raised the hand grasping the video tape.

“Good choice,” he said approvingly, flopping down beside you. “You ready to watch?”

“After I use the bathroom,” you told him, pushing yourself back up onto your feet.

As soon as you were out of sight, you raced up the stairs, taking time to pee and to brush your teeth one more time, afraid any remnants of supper would ruin any possible moments.

You cursed the wayward curls on your forehead when you looked in the mirror and chose to let your hair hang loose again so they blended in better. After you’d brushed your hair out with your fingers so it wasn’t so flat from the tie, you made your way back to the living room.

“All set now,” you announced, hoping the nervousness in your voice wouldn’t give away what you were about to say next.

“I already popped in the movie,” Javier notified you as you sat back down, one of your knees brushing against his as you twisted in your seat to face him. “We just need to press play.”

You nodded, putting on a thoughtful look for show. “What if I don’t want to watch a movie?”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead and he smirked, amused. “Impatient, carino?”

“I knew you’d gotten the hint,” you murmured as you leaned forward to let your lips nearly brush his.

“It wasn’t exactly subtitle,” he informed you.

“Oh well.” You pressed your lips against his and he immediately opened up to you, letting you slip your tongue inside as you eagerly pulled yourself onto his lap.

This much you were used to, this much you’d done with him before. He’d helped you refine your kisses with practice, and you’d quickly become confident about your techniques once you’d gotten good enough to draw a groan from him and that is what you set out to do again on that couch.

When the sound slipped out from somewhere deep in his throat, you jerked away from him just enough to speak. “Show me to your room.”

“Are you sure about this?” he asked lowly, cupping one of your cheeks with a rough hand, his dark brown eyes searching yours earnestly.

“I think the slow burn’s gone on long enough,” you joked, kissing him again, nipping at his bottom lip. He grunted at that and deepened it once more.

After a few moments he led you upstairs, to the second room on the left, dragging you inside and grabbing you by the waist, his lips never leaving yours for longer than a split second. He walked you to his bed, sitting on the edge and patting his legs. You got the message and straddled him, sitting on his lap more directly than you had on the couch.

With nothing but moonlight to guide you in the dark, you reached for the hem of the clean gray t-shirt Javier had worn after his shower and removed it, throwing it to the ground as you placed your mouth back on his and splayed your hands over his bare chest.

What a dream he was, and it was only just the beginning. Every muscle in your body already humming with anticipation, with arousal. You let him tug your shirt over your head without a second thought, and closed your eyes as he nibbled the delicate skin along your collarbone, shivering at the pleasant graze of his teeth and his tongue on you. You gasped a little, lost in the moment.

But you quickly snapped out of it when you felt his hands reaching to unclasp your lacy bra, the one you’d specially bought just for him. You stopped him with your hands over his biceps, gripping them firmly.

He glanced up at you, confusion written on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather keep the bra on tonight,” you answered breathlessly.

He frowned, lips almost forming into a pout. “Why?”

You could tell by his inflection that he wasn’t trying to pressure you with the question or make you feel stupid about your reluctance, he genuinely wanted to know your reason, to understand it, but it still made you feel more self-conscious than you’d ever felt before in your life.

You didn’t want to lie, but you did try to shrug it off like it wasn’t actually a big deal to you. “They just look better like that.”

Your breasts had never been as perky and well-shaped as the ones women tended to have on TV and they were your least favorite part of your body. You’d been hoping that, for at least one night, you could avoid...flaunting them. You’d thought it would be easy enough to avoid if you bought a fancy bra to contain them.

Javier’s eyes softened a bit, and he kissed you along your jaw, drawing a quiet moan from you. “If you’d rather keep it on for comfort, that’s alright, but don’t do it because you’re worried about my opinion of them. I promise I’m not a picky man, carino. And I’d like to touch you there. To kiss you there.”

He dipped his head down to kiss the center of your chest, as if to give you a preview, and you sucked in a deep breath. God, you wanted him to. Despite your reservations about the condition of your breasts, you desperately wanted him to explore them, to know what it felt like.

You swallowed hard. “Okay. Yes.”

He easily unclipped your bra and set your breasts free, watching them fall onto your chest, and you watched for his reaction, breath catching in your chest with apprehension.

You saw the exact moment his eyes darkened with lust, and you gnawed on your lip upon witnessing it. Your breasts turning him on was the last thing you’d expected on that night.

“Can I touch them?” he inquired, his voice raspier than before.

You whined at him. “Yes, Javi.”

He cupped them in his hands, kneading them, and his thumbs found your nipples, massaging them, moving in a circular pattern. You gasped and arched your back as they hardened, eyes closing to the pleasant sensation his touch sparked in you.

The next thing you knew his hot mouth was on your right one and you moaned loudly as his tongue dragged over the bud. He took his time to work over it, then the left, before returning his mouth to yours and pulling you in close, palms pressed against your bare back.

“You are perfect just the way you are, baby.” He grunted. “So damn sensitive. You sound so good.” His voice was strained, and it wasn’t the only part of him that was. You could feel his bulge through his jeans, and as he started grinding against your own jean clad center, your stomach did a flip when you gave recognition to the fact that he was hard for you. For the longest time you hadn’t believed you could be that attractive to anyone.

Your biggest insecurity about your body overcome, you felt empowered after, untouchable by your other, less notable ones, like the one you had for the faint stretch marks that ran along your belly and thighs, and the puzzle shaped birth mark on your right thigh that made that part of your skin lighter than the rest. They all faded to the back of your brain as your focus became single minded.

You stood and pushed off your jeans, kicking them aside in a beat, and your hands impatiently reached for the top button on his. He let you undo it and lifted his hips so you could peel his pants off. They were so form fitting the move nearly pulled his boxers off with them, revealing the happy trail between his hips as they rode dangerously low.

With your next kiss you were back on his lap, hands gripping his strong shoulders tightly as his hands found your hips.

He nibbled on your neck, and his mustache lightly brushed the delicate skin there, making you pitch forward with a giggle. “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” he apologized under his breath, though a grin was plastered on his face.

You grinned back at him. “No, I like it.”

You kept kissing each other, mouths mapping whatever skin you could easily reach, and somewhere during that time you’d shifted, positioned your body so that one of his thighs was straddled between your legs, pressed to your cunt. It took you a minute to realize you were rotating your hips, rubbing yourself against the firm muscle underneath his skin and your thin lacy underwear.

You blushed when you noticed and immediately stilled your hips, redirecting your passion to mouthing at his neck.

He groaned his disappointment. “Don’t stop, hermosa, keep going. Try to get yourself off on my thigh. I want to see it.”

Your breath hitched and you nearly bit down on the slope of his shoulder when those words tumbled out of his mouth. “Fuck, Javi, don’t tell me that like that.” You might as well have been struck by lightning.

He chuckled and beamed up at you unapologetically, tightening his hold on your hips a little more to help you keep balance as you started back up again. You felt a bit silly dry humping his leg at first, but the way he stared up at your face reverently, with his pupils blown wide open, erased it and you fully embraced the situation, digging your nails into his shoulders for purchase as you moved.

The friction between your folds, your thin underwear, and his thigh caused by your rolling hips felt so good you got completely lost in it, eyes half mast, breaths catching. You could feel something building within you, making the pit of your stomach burn and the space between your legs throb. Your heart began to race, sweat broke out over your brow, and you let out a loud moan.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Javier told you with a moan of his own, eyes glued to your face except for the occasional glance to where you were riding him. You felt a thrill coarse through you after hearing his admiration, and felt yourself get tantalizingly close to climaxing, but after a while you realized getting yourself to tip over the edge was going to be impossible. It just wasn’t quite enough.

You blew out a frustrated sound and Javier pursed his lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t, not like this,” you admitted regretfully. “It’s not enough.” If only it was.

He stroked his hands up and down your back, like he was trying to soothe you. “Can I try something? Can I touch you here?”

One of his hands went to the front of your underwear and your heart jumped. You’d wanted to know for so long what it would be like for a man to touch you there, so long that you didn’t even hesitant to agree to it. He slipped his hand under the fabric after you gave him permission and you felt his thick fingers start to circle your most sensitive bits, getting coated by your wetness as he did so.

You lurched forward at the extra contact, and in under a minute his fingers had you flying over the edge, crying out his name as you came harder than you’d ever on your own. You clutched to him for several seconds after before you pulled away to kiss him heatedly.

“Felt so good,” you panted against his lips. “But I want to feel you in me, Javi. Please.”

“You don’t have to beg hermosa,” he said with a groan, his hands cupping your face. “I want it just as bad. But I gotta know first, is this your first time?”

You froze, suddenly reminded of that other big insecurity that had managed to not rear its ugly head until he’d brought it up. You chewed your lip nervously. “How’d you guess?”

He smiled at you softly. “Our first kiss hinted that might be the case.”

Your eyes fell away from his. You knew you shouldn’t be, but there was a part of you that couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “I didn’t want to bring it up.”

“Why not?” he prompted, expression nonjudgmental.

“Cause it’s embarrassing, a woman my age.”

“Nothing wrong with waiting,” Javier assured you.

“You’re not bothered by it?” you asked, hopeful. To your knowledge, most men preferred women who were experienced, who knew what they were doing. Certainly a man like Javier would be one of them?

He shook his head firmly. “I promise I’m not, carino. I’d like to make you come one more time before though. With my fingers inside you this time.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and groaned. You had to be living some kind of fantasy. This couldn’t be real. “Fuck, go for it.”

He laughed and shifted, scooping you up and twisting around so you were laying on your back against the bedspread. He crawled between your thighs, kissed the spot right over your heart, and his left hand wrapped around the back of your neck as his right wandered down between your legs.

He removed your underwear swiftly and started working you up with his fingers again, and you gasped when he slipped a thick finger inside you, then eventually two, taking his time to stretch you out. It felt indescribably good as he pumped them in and out of you, the rest of his fingers pressed against your clit, making your core flood with heat again.

You dug your nails into his back, but he didn’t seem to care, if anything it seemed maddening for him. You’d later distantly recall that he had ground himself against the mattress because of it, desperate for a tiny bit of relief, right before your second orgasm hit you.

Chest heaving, you lifted your hands to palm your sweaty face afterwards. “Holy hell Javi, you’re good at that.”

He smirked down at you, pleased with himself. “Think you’re ready now?”

You were already reaching for the waistband of his boxers, even though you’d barely recovered from your last high.

“Wanna answer the question, baby?” he inquired, though his eyes danced, amused by your enthusiasm.

You growled lowly. “You can bet I am.”

He helped you remove his boxers and when his cock sprung forth you ran a hand down its hard length, curious to know the feeling.

He bucked into your touch reflexively and you beamed at him almost wickedly, riding a high of confidence. “That feel good?”

“Will feel much better in a minute,” he hissed. “Lie back.”

You did as ordered and he fished a condom out of a tin box that was on his nightstand, rolling one on and lining himself up with your entrance within a matter of seconds.

He planted his lips against yours again and met your eyes. “You ready?” he murmured.

You nodded, though you tensed up immediately after, more so from anticipation than worry. You’d imagined this moment for so long, yet you still had no idea what to expect.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Javier said softly, having felt your muscles bunch up. “I’ve got you.” He braced himself with one arm over your head, and you took a calming breath as he used his other hand to guide his cock into you slowly, inch by inch.

You gasped from the intensity of him stretching you out, and you buried your hands into his hair to ground yourself, but there was no pain.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling for a moment as he kissed you, the hand above your head caressing your hair.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”

Reassured, he slid even deeper inside you, and you gripped his shoulders tightly, snapping your eyes shut to focus on the feeling of his firm shaft dragging along your walls. You bit your lip again, and you wondered if it would be sore later, if other parts of you would also be sore. Not that you cared.

Your focus turned to Javier after he finally bottomed out in you with a raspy groan. “So tight, carino. You feel amazing.”

You moaned softly, loving the praise pouring out of his mouth, loving that he was enjoying this as much as you were. You curled a leg around his hip and made the first move, shifting your hips down and back up to meet his, causing an intense friction that made you both moan and inhale sharply.

He started to gently pump into you after, teeth skimming your jaw as he did, tongue tasting your skin here and there.

You watched him with half lidded eyes as he moved above you, gazed back down at you, eyes filled with heat, desire, and an unspoken love that made your heart soar. It wasn’t just sex you were participating in, there was a deep emotional connection involved too, one that had snuck up on you both.

Knowing that heightened your own desire, your need to reach your peak, and you sought a faster pace until he was matching you with full thrusts into you. Your sharp cries mixed with his low grunts, and you thought it was heavenly, especially when you realized your climax was nearing again.

“So close,” you hummed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good,” he panted.

He surged into you one more time and you felt something inside you burst, making you fall apart. You felt like Jello after, limbs useless and mind lost in a haze of bliss.

Javier joined you after a couple more quick strokes, groaning loudly into your ear as he filled the condom. He nearly collapsed onto you as he came down, but managed to keep his weight off you as he shifted his focus to kissing your neck tenderly.

You weaved your fingers through his thick, unruly hair and smiled happily, basking in his affection.

“Everything you hoped for?” Javier inquired eventually, one of his hands coming up to brace your neck gently.

“And more,” you admitted, laughing. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Never.” He pressed a kiss to your chin.

“You?” you asked. His satisfaction was as important to you as your own.

He caught your mouth with his briefly before answering. “You had nothing to worry about,” he told you, pulling out with a grunt after.

You whined at the loss of him, and he gave you a disastrously playful wink. “More later.”

You grinned, elated by how light his mood was, proud to be the cause. “Better be.”

He kissed you one more time then helped you pull off the covers of the bed and slip underneath the sheets. You’d both have to get up to clean yourselves later, but for the time being you curled up together instead, inhaling each other’s scents and taking comfort in each other’s arms.

And for the first time in your life, you understood what it felt like having someone who felt like home.

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#Javier Pena Fanfic (Mine)#Sweet Summer Series

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lnfours · 11 months

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summer loving (twelve) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is. -> welcome to the official last chapter of the series! last chapter was the end of their story, so this chapter is short because it’s an epilogue, just a way for you to see where the characters are now. plus, a little look into the future is always interesting :

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 778

⌙ warnings: fluff. fluff. and more fluff.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter eleven ⎸ listen

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the sun was shining down brightly on the little beach town you and tom had grown to fall in love with. this place was your home for the summer, a home away from home. it was where you two had first met, where you realized you were in love with each other, where he taught you how to slow dance in the living room, all of it.

you smiled as tom parked the car in the driveway, nikki opening up the front door with a smile. you watched as she bent down onto her knees, laughing as she was suddenly trapped in 2 pairs of arms that belonged to your toddlers.

“grandma!”

“hey, kids,” she smiled, ruffling your son’s hair as she pulled them closer, “miss me?”

you smiled, “we did.”

she smiled back up at the two of you before hugging you both. you laughed into her embrace as she talked about how big the kids had gotten.

it was true, time flies when you’re having fun. and spending your dream life with the love of your life.

“c’mon, honey,” nikki said, waving you inside, “everyone’s inside.”

you and tom followed her inside and were immediately greeted with hugs and high fives. you smiled as you hugged your mom, the toddlers letting go as you approached, knowing it was your turn.

“hi, mom,” you smiled, hugging her. she hugged you back tightly, pulling tom in for a hug. he smiled, pulling away shortly after.

you three spent the next couple minutes catching up before the door opened again. you smiled as you watched austin walk through the door, his fiancé following close behind. you smiled at them, greeting them.

however, you were nearly knocked over when your little boy and girl came flying past you, “uncle austin!”

he smiled, crouching down as they both wrapped their arms around his neck, he picked them up, “hey, kiddos. listening to your mom?”

the kids laughed as you shook your head, “less and less everyday.”

“good,” your brother joked, “you two learn from the best.”

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. you greeted his fiancé, making sure she felt comfortable before moving to sit back down next to your husband. you watched as your kids played with your brother, smiling as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“tired?” he asked, putting an arm around you and drawing circles into your arm. you hummed back a response, to which he raised an eyebrow, “hmm?”

you nodded, “yeah, the kids woke me up early this morning because they were too excited.”

he laughed, kissing your hair, “we were them once, y’know. a long, long time ago.”

you smiled, “i know. its just hard to believe we’re not still that young. it’s like it went full circle.”

“well, if it helps, you’re still as beautiful as the day i met you.” he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him gently as you both laughed.

“no, it doesn’t,” you giggled, turning to face him, “we’re not that old, are we?”

he shook his head, “nah, we’re still young. still full of hope.”

you laughed again, opening your mouth to say something until you were cut off by the sound of the doorbell. you spring up to your feet to answer, pulling open the door and smiling wide.

“hey, kat!” you smiled, pulling your best friend in for a hug.

she hugged you back tightly, “hey, hot stuff! where’re the kids?”

“outside with austin,” you smiled, “where’s yours?”

your question got answered as soon as you asked it, the little boy running past his mom and up the steps. you squatted down, opening your arms as he wrapped his little ones around your neck.

“there he is!” you laughed, picking him up as you stood up, “how’re you, bub? being good for mom?”

he gave a little smile as he nodded, “yeah!”

kat’s husband had joined her on the step with the bags. you said hi to him and walked inside with their son on your hip. immediately, he wanted to get down to run to uncle tom.

“uncle tom!” the little boy said. tom laughed as the boy came crashing into his legs.

“hey, brian! what’s up, little man?”

you smiled as you watched the interaction. if it wasn’t for the beach house, none of this would’ve been possible. you and the hollands wouldn’t had gotten so close, you and tom might not have ever ended up together.

and summers would’ve stayed boring forever. but now, they’re full of fun filled days and cozy nights, surrounded with all the people you love.

nothing could get better than this.

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💌 beings my tagged list has gotten so long that tumblr literally won't let me add it, the tagged list is temporarily closed until i can figure it out. in the meantime, be sure to follow and turn on notifications for @toms-gf to be notified whenever i post imagines :)

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atom-writings · 1 year

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Sleepy cuddling with Ivan :3c

(HWS Russia x Reader) Sleepy Affection!

(Gender Neutral) Scenario ~ A/N WAIT THIS IS A A THOUSAND WORD.S WHOOPS. UM. IM NORMAL ABOUT RUSSIA (LYING LYING) I HAVE NOT BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS (LYING I AM A LIAR I AM LYING)

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

Meteorologists had predicted a large snowfall. While you had told Ivan that you would leave before it got too bad, that plan ended up dead in the water. Or more accurately, dead in the snow. Before you knew it, the ground nearly rose to your knees. That’s fine, right? It’s really no problem, staying with your boyfriend. That was… until the power went out… along with the heat.

He tugged on your shirt lightly, rubbing the collar between two of his fingers. In the background, the fire crackled quietly. The scent of a warm fireplace nearly drowned out your boyfriend’s faded cologne. He always smelled faintly of roses, something close to what you’d find in your grandmother’s home.

Months earlier, you recalled him mentioning that he had lived in this home for centuries. Which, to be fair you could’ve guessed. Normally it would be nothing more than an annoyance, how it creaked and groaned keeping you up at night. But now, its ancient architecture meant you two had nothing to worry about. The fireplace meant you two could make it through the night in comfort.

So there you two lay. A short distance away from the fireplace cuddled up on an old mattress he had dragged downstairs. On top of you lay layers of quilts and ratty old blankets, all of which smelled of must and people you’d never meet.

“Крошка? Are you still awake?” His voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah…”

“Why?” He readjusted himself, sitting up and facing you.

“W-Why? This isn’t the ideal situation to sleep in, Vanya.” You replied, looking up at him in confusion. He paused for a minute, lost in thought, before reaching out and holding your shoulder tightly.

“I understand. We just have to get through one night. I am sure your hotel will have the power back by then, and you will be alright.”

He laid back down, “Will you let me warm you?”

A light pink rose to your cheeks, and you rolled to look away from him. Sure, you had been plenty affectionate with each other before, but nothing like this, “If you’re fine doing so… aren’t you cold too?”

“Of course. But I have been cold many times before,” Ivan responds as he presses himself against your back, “Besides, I cannot help but be slightly delighted by this arrangement.”

“You’re happy about this?” Your tone rises.

“As I said, only slightly. It reminds me of many nights I have had before.” He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you closer. You can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck, along with his eyes resting intently on you.

“I would have thought that an immortal would try to ignore any memories. Don’t they just make you sad?”

“Sometimes, yes. The world has changed very much. But I try to not let that bother me. It is all about looking on the bright side. Years ago, I could not have been seen with you. But now…” Ivan leans forward, laying his head in the crook of your neck. “We can be here… together.”

Smiling to yourself at his sudden affection, you begin tracing light patterns on his arms. Quickly, you hear him sigh, muffled by your neck.

“Be the romantic all you want, I still want our power back at least.” You joke.

“Really? I do not mind.”

“Psh, of course, you don’t. But I’m a little used to the comforts of modern life.” He returns your playful tone with a smile.

“I enjoy this. It reminds me of nights spent with my old family. We would have to sleep like this often in the winter as well.” Although he smiles, you can hear his tone drop.

Although you had been dating for almost a year now, he rarely talked about his family. You had gathered that he had sisters… at least one… and maybe a brother at some point. There were pictures of this home, filled with people, placed everywhere throughout the home. Yet, they never seemed to be the same people. And anytime you would become curious as to why he would brush your questions off.

“Your family?”

“We never had much money. I was lucky to receive this home from the Tsar many centuries ago. It protected us well.” He lets go momentarily, just to grasp for your hand as his voice falters.

You wiggle out of his hold, turning around to face him. His eyes soft, lost in memory, suddenly transfixed on you as you grabbed his hand. He leaned into your touch as you caressed his cheek and squeezed his hand tightly.

“It’s nice to know you have happy memories with them. Whenever you mention them usually, you seem so sad. I can’t stand to see you like that.”

Ivan closes his eyes, relaxing his tense face. “Those are not happy memories. It makes me sad to think about those why we had to huddle in those winter nights.”

“Then why did you bring it up?” Your face turns to concern as you begin running your hands through his soft, silvery hair.

“Because I am not sad right now. Regardless of how it reminds me of my old family.”

“H- Why? I know I would be upset if I were you right now.”

He opens his eyes, staring intently into your own, “Because I have done this with my old family,” he smiles lovingly, “and now I have done it with you.”

As you look up at him in confusion, he simply draws his quilts tighter to the two of you. Grinning, he continues, “I did not think I would ever do this again. It means that even in this world I do not always recognize, I will still find my new family.”

Bringing your hand, still tightly holding onto his own, up to his face, he kisses your knuckles lightly, “You will be my new family. We are together here, like I was once with my family, and that is all that matters, любимый.”

Despite the intense emotionality of what he just declared, his face betrayed nothing but peace. “V-Vanya…” you pause, “I love you.”

“I love you too. While you sleep, I will make sure you are safe.” He put one hand behind your head, pulling you forward to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you, my love.” You say before closing your eyes, leaning back into his chest.

“Сладких снов,” he whispers, before falling asleep to the crackling fire himself. With you safe in his arms, everything felt just as he had wished it to be for centuries.

#ivan tag <3 #ivan my husband my husband ivan #i love him sososososososososoosoososoososo much it makes me ILL!!!!! I AM ILL OVER THIS BIG MAN!!!!#aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #heta tag #hetalia x reader #hetalia imagines

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gothic-thoughts · 4 months

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Imagine if in part three of the zoro fic, in the end, reader doesn’t go with Zoro because they are two different paths so reader is going their separate way and because they are two different people than they were three years ago so they may not work out in the end

Nah, cuz I was thinking the same thing

Not Behind, Just Apart. (finale)

Roronoa Zoro x Black Fem Reader Smut (Fluff)

MDNI, Exes2Lovers

TW: Blood mention, implied mass/murder

CW: shower sex, powersub!Reader, afab parts, she/her pronouns under the cut, unprotected cream🥧implied situationship??

Part 1⇉ Right Here

Part 2⇉ Right Here

Word Count: 1779 (give or take)

Previously:

"Shall we?"

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Once you two stepped inside, two guards side-eyed the two of you, knowing the both of you. Zoro scans the area, counting 7 armed guards scattered about the lobby area alone but he wasn't sure if there were more upstairs near the rooms. One walked up to you, causing the green-haired man to tighten his grip on one of his blades as you boldly stepped forward. The guard glanced at him before focusing on you.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah," You force a smile, "I'm looking for a thief."

"A thief? Heh, aren't you a pirate?"

"Exactly, so you know much I want my shit back. Have you seen a man that lives here: kinda tall, blonde hair, old as dirt? He owes me a pouch of berry."

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, you two can't be here; you have to go."

Your patience fleets and you hold your hips, left pinky brushing against the handle of your sword, ready to draw.

"I'll only hurt him if he hurts me first. That's only fair."

"Like I said, lady, I can't let either of you in here."

"Sure you can, put us down as visitors."

You try to walk around him only for him to stop you with a stiff arm at your chest. The other guard steps forward with a hand on his sword as the other guards see the scene and jog down the stairs closest to them to encircle you and Zoro.

"Last warning; I really need my money back."

"This is your last warning; get lost. You and your bodyguard."

You look back at Zoro, who has a small smirk and a raised eyebrow before looking back at the guard with a coldness in your eyes.

"Bodyguard?"

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About 15 minutes later, (Y/n) and Zoro were standing in her thief's hotel room, covered in a thin layer of sweat with blood splotches all over their clothes. Nothing else in the room could be heard besides her light panting as she stood over the thief's body and sheathed her crimson-stained sword. Zoro, however, looked unphased by the strenuous swordfight as he casually wiped his sword with a cloth before effortlessly sliding it back into the scabbard.

"Might've gotten...too lost."

"Yeah, well," He snickers behind her, "Technically, they were harboring a criminal."

(Y/n) looks over her shoulder with a smirk, "Roronoa Zoro on my side? Unheard of."

"Alright, that's enough."

Chuckling, she kneels to the dead man's body and rummages through his pocket for a second before pulling out a bulging, palm-sized pouch from his jacket.

"Damn," Zoro crossed his arms, "It's a wonder how he took that from you."

"Shut up; I was drunk at the time."

"Clearly."

"Unfortunately for him, not drunk enough. I'm gonna use this bastard's shower and get all this blood off."

"Yeah, me too. Don't take too long."

She walks into the bathroom and takes off everything from her sheath to her heeled boots before stepping into the warm cascade of the shower while Zoro remains where she left him. His deep brown eyes stayed fixated on the bathroom door, flitting about the flimsy oak with a mind crowded with ideas of how she looked bare, hot water droplets racing down her plump, curvy body.

For 10 minutes, the ex-pirate hunter tried to keep himself together, pacing back and forth in front of the door with his eyes shut, relishing the thoughts since they wouldn't leave him alone. Zoro hears her hum of contentment echo off the restroom walls, ultimately driving the swordsman crazy enough to walk inside.

(Y/n) stops mid-motion to peek around the wooden divider and see him pulling off his shirt, unable to help staring as his abs were revealed inch by inch, and it wasn't long before his entire body was on display, erection and all. His hungry eyes never left hers as if he was devoting every roll, stretch mark, and hair to memory, well aware that they would go their separate ways again.

Because he knew her. Zoro wasn't stupid; no matter how much he wanted her to join, he knew (Y/n) was dedicated to her lone-wolf lifestyle. It's what he loved about her. He steps closer, his bare chest mere inches from her nude body.

"I gotta get back so..."

He steps in and under the showerhead and silently allows her to watch from behind with bated breath as his fingers scratch and scrub the blood out of his hair before his hands slide down his arms to cleanse them next. Slowly, he looks over his shoulder, dewdrops falling prettily from his eyelashes when he blinks.

"You never planned on staying."

(Y/n)'s head shakes slowly, water dripping from the spiraled strands. "I can't."

"I know." He sighs turning around fully, trying to keep his gaze above her collarbone, "Did you even think about it?"

"I did, but how hard do you really need to think about something if you already know your answer?"

The swordsman stepped forward and once close enough, his hand was on her lower back, pulling her waist to his, pubic hair flush against each other.

"My thoughts exactly." He chuckles, the sound barely above the sound of the water, "That being said, let's get this over with."

His other hand slid up the span of her spine, stopping at the base of her skull to guide her face into their first passionate kiss. Of course, during their fights, she's gotten close enough to place a peck on him mockingly just to leave him disoriented before escaping, but this time it was his kiss.

And it wasn't just a minor peck—his tongue delved between her lips with an eager moan as he tasted her completely as if he was never going to see her again. He knew he would; he just didn't know how long it'd be until he'd feel her like this again. Her arms snake around his waist as she moans into his mouth with the same eagerness at the sensation, which drives him to pick her up and pin her against the shower wall. (Y/n) locks her legs around his waist, the pads of her fingers pressing into the flesh of his shoulders.

"Who knew you needed to fight alongside me to reveal this side of you?"

"What can I say...somethin' about watching you swordfight your way up a flight of stairs."

"And not all those other times you fought and chased me through places, Roronoa?"

"Guess not." Zoro smirks, "You just love saying my name, huh?"

"It's a pretty name~"

He pulls her pelvis even tighter against the erect shaft between them while dipping his face into her neck and whispering, "Say it again, don't want you forgetting it in the time we're apart."

"Roronoa~"

He grabs the base of his cock, aiming the tip at your plump folds, "Again."

"Roronoa, come on already."

With a gentle bite on her shoulder, he finally slides his girth through the snug, velvet walls of her cunt. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes curses in (Y/n) ear before locking eyes and continuing their kiss while he begins to guide her up and down his dick.

Zoro groans between kisses, hands moving from her waist to her plump ass, holding on tightly as he takes thrusts harder, their soaking wet bodies slapping together while the water cascades around them.

"My god, yes," She moans, wiping water out of her face, "Don't fuckin' stop. Fuck, please don't."

"I won't," Zoro growls in her mouth, pushing another curl out of her face, "I'm not going anywhere. When I'm done in here, I'mma take your wet body on that fuckin' bed out there, got it?"

"Yeah, fuck yes~"

"Yes, who? Didn't I tell you to keep saying my name?" His thrusts became deeper and more forceful, "I meant that shit. Say it the whole fuckin' time."

"Yes, Zoro!"

"Wrong one; everybody says that one." His strong hand smacks her ass, the water making it hurt more, "Try again."

"R'noa!"

"Sorry, couldn't hear you, (Y/n). Shower's too loud." He smacks her ass again, "What was that?"

"Roronoa!" (Y/n)'s head falls forward, resting on his shoulder, "Shit, you goin' too fast!"

"You're a pirate; keep up then."

"I can't, shit..."

"Then cum."

His breath was hot against her ear while he squeezed and massaged the flesh as he made (Y/n) bounce up and down his girth, taking control of their pleasure. He places open-mouth kisses on her neck, licking up her Adam's apple, making the sound of her moan echo off the shower wall as she cums hard—her tight pussy walls flexing and pulsing as she coats him in nectar.

Zoro grunts as he gives a few more deep thrusts, milking (Y/n)'s release as much as he can before turning off the water and carrying her to the bedroom. Unbothered by the dead thief on the floor, he crashes their dripping bodies on his bed, where he resumes his thrusts, wet bodies once again slapping together.

"Sh-shit, baby, chill~"

Zoro chuckles breathlessly, "Chill? You can't take it, huh?"

"S'fuckin' fast, you too big to be goin' this h-ard~"

"I'mma hold that against you, you know. Fuuuck~"

He reaches between their bodies, rubbing her clit in circles with his thumb, groaning when you tighten around him, sucking him impossibly deeper and breaking his rhythm. He grabs (Y/n)'s legs and rests them over his shoulders, moving his hips faster, and he nears his climax, trying to take you with him.

Zoro encourages (Y/n)'s second release, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss as his rhythm falters, his desire for ecstasy growing stronger each time his cock drags through her depths. It wasn't long before (Y/n) cums again with a loud gasp of first name. Her legs tremble, ankles dangling by his ears while she convulses, taking Zoro with her as his orgasm crashes over him.

"Ro-R'noa~!"

"Yesss, I know~" Zoro growls, his hips bucking as he fills you with his seed. "Fuuck... (Y/n)..."

His eyes were clenched shut, and his hips didn't stop while his thick seed erupted against her cervix. The swordsman moaned above you with uneven pants as he leans down to capture your lips in another sloppily kiss as the grip on you loosened as he puts your legs down, refusing to pull his still-hard cock out just yet.

"You really are something else," he admits, running a hand through your still-wet curls, "You know we could have nights like this more often if you joined the crew."

"You know I'm a loner."

"Though...tonight was really fun... maybe you can call me and tell me what island you're on. Maybe I'll swing by."

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(a/n): Updating my format, u like?��🏾

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gorgeousgreymatter-x · 2 years

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THE PUSHING DAISIES STEDDIE AU NOBODY ASKED FOR BUT I DID I GUESS

(tw: two dead animals are mentioned, and animal cruelty is threatened but does not actually occur)

Young Steve Harrington was 9 years, 24 weeks, 4 days, and 3 minutes exactly when he discovered just how much he wasn’t like the other children.

Up until that exact moment, not a second later, Steve had been a normal boy. Normal boy from the totally normal, totally unremarkable little town of Hawkins, Indiana. And normal — normal was good. At least according to Steve’s father. Normal was important.

Normal was the watchword.

Because normal boys did normal things – football, fist fights, and war games. Normal boys did not prefer the company of their mothers. Did not prefer watching old movies and dancing in the living room. Did not prefer spending hours in the kitchen baking pies.

Normal boys spent their days rough-housing at Skull Rock. Playing king of the mountain and walk-the-plank.

It was on that warm August afternoon, so many years ago, that Steve was faced with the shocking truth that he was in fact, as far from normal as normal could get.

They’ve been out here for what feels like hours already, and Steve is tired and grumpy and too hot. Steve likes a walk through the woods as much as the next kid. Loves it actually —remembers when he was younger and he and his mother would take walks together on the trails behind their old house that wound through oak trees that felt like giants when he was so small, running through the tall, swaying grass that tickled his cheeks and made his mother laugh. Smile in that way she so rarely did anymore.

Tommy and Jason never wanted to stop and look at anything, and the only time Steve had dared to bring one of the well-loved notebooks he’d filled with drawings of whatever he’d found interesting at the time and one of his mother’s old field guides, they’d laughed at him, shoved him so hard that he’d dropped them in the mud.

At least he’d waited until he’d gotten home to cry about it.

Normal boys, according to his father, did not cry.

Steve had gotten distracted by an empty bird’s nest he’d found, fascinated by the little stones and bits of mud woven into it, the remnants of the eggshells left behind. Mercifully, the other boys were too wrapped up in whatever dumb game they were doing to make fun of him for examining it, let alone to bother waiting for him.

He’s still brushing dust off the knees of his jeans, heading toward the clearing when he hears them.

Hey freak! What are you doing out here, freak? Look at the crybaby! What are you cryin’ about, crybaby?

Steve can see the bright red of Jason’s baseball cap come into view. He and Tommy are circled around something — somebody — like a pack of ravenous wolves about to take down their prey. And yeah, normally (shamefully), Steve would just fade into the background, try and make himself invisible whenever they did stuff like this. Because the thought of participating just made that sick feeling bloom in Steve’s chest because before he wised up to the Way Things Were, he was used to being on the receiving end.

He knows what it feels like.

And looking back, perhaps that would have been the wisest course. The most sensible course. The normal course.

Because right there on his knees, arms curved protectively over something Steve can’t quite see, is Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson was pretty much the opposite of whatever normal was, at least around here. And unfortunately, that made him a prime target. The fact that he lived in the trailer park, wore ratty hand-me-downs that never quite fit him right, how his hair was too long and hung into his face. And despite the fact that most of their classmates seemed intent on making his life a living hell, Eddie never just took it.

Steve found himself feeling jealous, which was absurd. He didn’t want to be a freak. Not like the Munson kid.

But then he looks down and sees what the other boy is trying so desperately to protect — a rabbit. Now that he’s stepped a little closer, he can just barely see the soft gray of its fur peeking out from under Eddie’s elbow.

And its distinct lack of breathing. Because the rabbit, Steve realizes, is dead. Now the stick he finally notices in Jason’s grip as he creeps even closer to the group makes sense — poking a dead rabbit as a fun activity actually made sense considering the blonde boy’s perfect storm of below average intelligence and above average aggression.

Like now when Steve can see that, yes, despite the fact that there were definitely tears in Eddie Munson’s freakishly big brown eyes, his mouth was curved into a feral smile. When Steve hazards a glance in his direction, it seems to be at least somewhat effective if the unsteady look in Tommy’s eyes meant anything.

Between the two of them, Jason was always meaner. Crueler in a way that made Steve’s teeth ache.

Normal boys probably didn’t notice things like other boys’ eyes. Maybe it’s just the fact that Steve’s never really looked at Eddie up close. Had never noticed how bright and wide those eyes of his really were, and despite the fact that they were obviously wet with tears, when Eddie’s gaze finally fixes itself to him, it’s like he’s daring Steve to try something too.

Steve doesn’t actually remember making the conscious decision to do something. It’s like he’s not even in control of his own body, the way his gut coils like a snake burning a hole through his belly when he shoves Jason Carver to the ground.

“Leave him alone.”

The funny thing was, although Steve may not particularly enjoy sports, he was good at them. Better than Jason, even, which Steve guesses probably had something to do with how pissy he always was around him. Steve was also bigger. Stronger. Faster.

Being fast was also probably why Tommy wasn’t able to get the drop on him either (although Eddie’s frantic pointing over his shoulder and the way he yells Steve! is certainly helpful ), wasn’t able to dodge the sucker-punch Steve lands right in his face.

Blood streams down Tommy’s face, his own hands flying to his likely-broken nose, and it’s so distracting, and honestly, alarming, it’s Jason who very nearly takes him down, having gotten to his feet without Steve’s notice.

“Fuck you!”

That’s Eddie’s voice — when he turns to look, he sees him standing over Jason, fists balled at his side, who’d been clearly shoved to his feet again.

The other two boys likely hadn’t considered the fact that they’d be evenly matched. Tommy and Jason tended to prefer fights where they had the obvious advantage, and judging from how nervous they both looked suddenly.

“You really want to be a freak like Munson, Steve? Throw your lot in with him?”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Tommy and Jason turn and run, tails between their legs, Steve watching them go, hands on his hips, with all the intensity of a guard dog ready to strike. It’s only when he can no longer see them, even through the gaps in the trees that he finally remembers Eddie is there.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Eddie says, voice sounding slightly hollow as he stands over the tiny, limp body he’d been so desperate to protect. “Now they’re going to go after you.”

“Yeah, well — I wasn’t going to let them…” and he’s not even sure how to explain what he doesn’t even understand himself yet, so he just shrugs and crouches down to look at the rabbit sprawled out over a pile of leaves.

Steve has seen a dead body before. Only one. His grandfather’s — but he’d looked much the same as he always had in that coffin, same bespoke suit, same glasses. Eyes shut like he was taking one of his La-Z-Boy naps while Steve watched the tv on the rug in front of him.

The rabbit looked much like that — asleep. “Did you find it like this?”

Eddie seems taken aback, and likely is. Steve might not be a bully like the other kids, but he didn’t do anything to stop it. Steve might only be 9, but even he knows that’s somehow worse. “Uh – yeah, I mean – it’s just a baby and when I saw what Jason was trying to do —”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, though he’s not sure to what, because for whatever reason, he’s reaching out to brush a finger over the thing’s fuzzy ear, just barely grazes it, before normal is tossed right out the window. Hurled off the cliff and into the abyss.

Because the second Steve touches the animal, he feels a spark kind of like when he runs across the carpet wearing socks and touches something, a static shock.

The rabbit is up and off so quickly, bounding into the trees before Steve even knows what’s happened. And something – something had happened. His brain might be trying to convince him otherwise — it was just stunned, injured, asleep.

Because dead things stayed dead, obviously.

“Holy shit, did you just —”

“I think it was just stunned,” Steve says, biting his lip and ruffling his hair.

“It was dead. It wasn’t breathing. I saw it — what did you do?”

“Nothing, man. I don’t now what you’re talk—”

Both of them jolt, their conversation interrupted by a thud just a few feet away. When they turn around and venture close enough to see what it is, what’s lying there on the grass as still and lifeless as that baby rabbit had been only minutes before.

Because there, spread out onto the grass, wings akimbo, was a large spotted owl.

Dead.

Eddie and he share exactly one long look before Steve turns tail and flees. Doesn’t stop running until he reaches his bike, left just by the treeline. When he gets home, he goes straight to his room and doesn’t come out for the rest of the night.

He doesn’t see Eddie Munson again.

Not for a long time.

The facts were these:

Steve is exactly 25 years, 4 weeks, 3 days, 21 hours, and 18 minutes old when he finally does.

Because Eddie Munson was 26 years, 50 weeks, 19 hours, and 4 minutes old when he died.

And that’s exactly how old he is when Steve Harrington brings him back to life.

#pushing daisies #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i am setting this free in the world and if you want to continue it please do #i do not have the will lol #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steddie fic #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #steddie fic rec #lee pace #bryan fuller

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antimonyandthyme · 2 years

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i am less knackered now and cackling madly, can i get an instalment plan on that emotional damage, this is all i have for now:

There's a scar on the inside of Charles’ thigh.

It’s old enough to have healed, but too new to turn white, the sickly purple line standing out even more in the warm light of the hotel room, the scorching Greek sun having disappeared over the horizon while Charles wasn’t looking, consumed by Seb’s skin under his lips, the intoxicating feeling of getting to have this again. Seb runs his fingers over it when he returns from the bathroom with a wet towel (Charles tried to go himself, a clawing need in him to protect, to cherish, a continuous pulse of precious precious precious; Seb shouldered him back into the bed with a cheeky ‘lie down, grandpa, i’ll get it’), frowns at it, narrows his eyes.

“How old is this?” he asks, leans into the touch thoughtlessly when Charles threads his fingers through his damp hair.

It takes Charles a hot minute to figure out, flipping through the exchange rates of time: for me, for you, in the calendar? It still gives him pause sometimes, when his brains are not warmed up for temporal gymnastics; Sebastian never seemed to have this problem: even now, with barely half the data, took to time like a fish to water, his mind spitting out dates and dependencies and coordinate changes like a fine-tuned machine.

“About half a year,” he settles on finally, and Seb nods, slides down the bed to push his legs apart unceremoniously, slots in between with no hesitation to teeth experimentally at the scar.

It’s nothing like how Sebastian used to touch it: cautious and reverent even after it scarred over completely, almost covert, layering kisses like healing balm over it while he was sucking marks into the inside of Charles’ thigh, sneaking a hand between his knees to circle it with the tip of one finger after they were done, sated and sweaty and tangled so close together it felt like being the same organism for a few precious minutes, when he thought Charles wouldn’t notice what he was reaching for, what he was seeking out on his skin.

He couldn’t seem to leave it alone, even after Charles told him multiple times that it was fine, it didn’t hurt, it was okay, yeah alright maybe he had half a building fall on him but it wasn’t on him on him and at any rate, they’ve been through so much worse—and yet he kept coming back to thumb at it, with this strange expression as if touching it made him tender in an aching kind of way, like an exposed nerve.

“Half a year and it’s still like this?” Seb asks sceptically from against his thigh, and Charles agrees, distractedly, that it’s probably four, four and a half months, before it hits him.

Sebastian gathered him in his arms that night four, four and a half months ago, and when Charles untangled himself in the morning to put the kettle on and limp to the shower, for a split second he looked devastated, as if the world was ending right before his eyes.

“You do not need to make this face, I am not dying,” Charles told him in mock annoyance, and Sebastian smiled weakly and sat up to kiss him good morning, hand fisted in Charles’ sleeping t-shirt.

When Charles started to draw back, he let him go.

knackered tenet anon are you. are you trying to end me this good night? i'm??? what??? i can't see i'm fumbling around in the darkness i'm tripping over furniture i'm curled up into a ball on the ground i'm—

listen l i s t e n continuous pulse of precious precious precious because charles, against all odds, has time (the one commodity both of them never have enough of) again with his most precious person and he will guard sebastian with his life he will weave his love into a cloak that will protect sebastian and this younger, cheekier, still beloved just pushes him back down and goes, i'll take care of it grandpa—

and instead decides to take care of charles he sees the scar he wants to know when when when he's trying to work it out in timelines already (taken to time like a fish in water, you are so correct for this knackered tenet anon!)—

and then ohhhhhhh. charles remembers his seb. his! the older, more weary seb filled with so much grief looking at this scar and ohhhhh. what's happened, has happened. he thinks he might understand now why his seb always looked at him with a mixture of adoration and devastation.

knackered tenet anon you are too powerful the emotional damage you've caused has just skyrocketed tenfold! i am charging you! i am holding you responsible!!!

#athy texts #sebchal #fanfic #rpf #knackered tenet anon #i have my hunches as to who you are!#i will find you!#and when i do i have a novel length of emotional damages to charge you with!#too powerful indeed #head in my hands #anyway i'm in love

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taran-chan · 2 years

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on a Wednesday, in a cafe (chapter 21)

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monday lunchbox: grilled eel rice

It’s Gilgamesh’s birthday. It’s his fucking birthday, and he’s standing in his kitchen, making breakfast for them at 6:30 am, wearing nothing but his boxer and his “Kiss The Cook” apron, with a drawing of himself in a cartoonish way that she painted on not so long ago, and looking as delicious as a feast. Thena watches him from the kitchen door, she’s wearing his oversized hoodie and her expression is mixed between frustration and amusement.

“I planned to give you a birthday present in bed, you know,” She uncrosses her arms and walks over to kiss him good morning, “I even set the alarm 30 minutes early. It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t have gotten up this early.”

“I won’t give up any chance to pamper you,” Gil murmurs against her lips, his hands sneaking under the hoodie, “What did you plan anyway?”

Thena rises up on her toes, and whatever that she’s whispering into his ears makes him groan and hide his burning face into her neck, all the while holding her tighter. She’s nearly able to feel the thumping of his heart.

“Can I still collect my gift tonight?” He asks shyly.

“It’s your last chance,” Thena chuckles, rubbing his hair and kissing his reddened ears. Her eyes land on the lunchbox on the table, next to a thermos bottle that contains hot soup.

“You start selling your eel lunchboxes today, right?”

“Yeah, we’re switching to our summer menu from today,” he nods, “I took Makkari’s advice so I’ll just prepare a dozen boxes only. You get the first one.”

“Lucky me.”

Gil began to make lunchboxes for Thena to bring to work last week, after hearing from Kingo that someone at their firm got food poisoning because of the lunch meals at their cafeteria. They went to buy lunchboxes together. Thena chose an oval wooden box, and Gil picked a white wrap cloth with golden star patterns on it. They didn’t forget to buy a new waffle maker because Thena broke his old one when she tried to make waffles and then literally set it on fire. She doesn’t have anything to complain about, really, she’s eating better than ever.

“How many tacos do you think you can get for an eel lunchbox?” She asks while munching on her French toast and raspberries.

“I’m not sure,” Gil rubs his chin, “But definitely it’ll be more expensive than our regular lunch set. And it’s also limited, therefore if Jake and Layla order too late, there won’t be any left for them.”

“I think it could be approximately a special combo in their restaurant,” Thena says, “It’s insanely good.”

She got to try the grilled eel rice once with Sprite, Makkari and Ajak on the day they tried out their summer menu, including other goodies such as Ajak’s orange and guava tea and Makkari’s fruit tart. And after their camping trip, because Steven has excellently completed his mission of watching Arishem (the red iguana even looks chubbier after spending two days at his house), Gil gave him lots of coupons for the rainbow trouts they caught. A few days later, Eternal treated Steven, as well as Marc and Jake, the other two of the triplets, a hearty lunch. Ajak learned that Marc owns a Mexican restaurant three blocks away, she called for Gil and the five of them discussed for about 10 minutes, then agreed to trade food with each other. Two medium-sized drinks equal a large nacho, one slice of cake/pie equals one burrito and a lunch set equals a quesadilla.

Since that day, they’ve been buying lunches and sometimes Sprite’s after-school snacks from Marc’s restaurant. Her final exam is coming so she uses the times when they don’t get many customers to study, and she’s been increasingly asking Thena to teach her maths and physics, to the point the older woman feels like a tutor. She even worries as the exam week is approaching, which is this week.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Gil says, clearing the table, “You two worked very hard for this. It’ll pay off.”

“You too were so worried that you didn’t let her eat eels or anything that has seaweed, because she might “slip and fell”.”

“Hey, I didn’t fail once in my school years thanks to that trick.”

Thena just rolls her eyes, pulling him closer by the straps of his apron and kissing him. Her irresistible dessert. Gil sends her to work with many more kisses, as if he wants to make sure she won’t forget her promise for tonight. It’s a long day already.

★

The lunchbox is still warm when she opens it at noon. On the soft rice are two big pieces of eel that were deboned, soaked in BBQ sauce and grilled, sprinkled with a thin layer of sesame seeds. On the side is some stir-fried morning glory. The sweet and rich BBQ sauce has combined with the eel meat beautifully, a dot of nutty sesame seed here and there makes her unable to stop her spoon. There’s also hot miso soup to refresh whenever she gets tired of the greasiness. The meal is so good Thena tries to eat it slowly so that it won’t end. She’s talking with Gil over the phone at the moment.

“Have you had your lunch?” She asks.

“We’re waiting for Layla to deliver our lunch,” he sounds like an excited boy, “Turns out two eel lunchboxes can be traded with their special lunch set and drinks! Can you believe that?”

“I told you this morning. It’s incredible, you underestimate yourself this time.”

She hears him laugh, “Are you having lunch as well? Don’t skip your meal, okay?”

“Not a chance. I just call to tell you that Kingo saw my lunchbox when he stopped by my office to deliver some files, then he ran out of the building, I think he’s heading to Eternal.”

“So you call to tell me to leave him a lunchbox?”

“Only because he’s doing a pretty decent job this month. Besides, he’s probably come bearing your gift. Is there any box left?”

“Just one. I’ll save it for him then.”

“Thanks, darling, I’ll try to leave early today,” she purrs.

“Looking forward to it,” he lowers his voice, “I miss you, Thena.”

“Miss you.”

★

When Thena steps into Eternal’s backyard that evening, she finds Gil and Makkari up to their necks in the kitchen. It looks like there are many customers at the front, they seem to be short of cakes because Gil is making something that looks like a fruit roll cake. She decides not to distract them and steps up the stairs. She used the key he gave her on their one-month anniversary to open the door. The lights are on, Arishem turns his attention to her as she enters the living room. She comes over to the tank, petting and feeding him some dry food and then moves on to the kitchen to find some lettuce for him (Gil always stores at least one or two in the fridge).

On the table is her dinner: spaghetti Napolitan and salad Caesar with a poached egg. There’s also a note from Gil, saying that if she’s back while he’s busy with his shop, she should have dinner first and to apologize, her dessert is in the fridge. She grins when she finds a square container with blueberry tiramisu inside. She washes her lunchbox and thermos bottle, both empty, knowing that Gil would be very happy and proud of himself because she finished the lunch he prepared. Then she brings her dinner and Arishem’s into the living room to eat with the animal, looking at all of the presents that their friends have stopped by and given him during the day. They are stacked on the coffee table, he’s probably too busy and doesn’t have time to put them away. He said he wanted to spend the evening with Thena so they don’t organize a birthday party, yet he still got presents. Ajak gave him a new teapot, Kingo brought a Bluray set of Godfather movies and a thank you note for the lunchbox, Sprite gave him a keychain with a grizzly bear attached, Druig sent a fancy wine bottle, Phastos and his family: a huge flower lego set, Sersi and Ikaris gave him…a set of new pots and pans to replace the ones that have black spots at the bottom that Gil can never scrub clean after their camping trip. Thena’s very happy on his behalf. Her Gilgamesh deserves the entire world for simply existing in it.

“Thena?” Gil calls out the moment he steps inside and sees her shoes. She stands up from the couch and he rushes to her, sweeping her up her feet and into his arms. He kisses her deeply, whispering his apologies for making her wait. Her arms automatically loop themselves around his shoulders and he starts carrying her toward his bedroom.

“Have you had dinner?”

“I have.”

“Good, my turn. I’ve been waiting all day,” he kicks the door shut.

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Gilgamesh is lying between Thena’s legs, his head pillowed on her stomach and he exhales a satisfying breath. They’re both sated, sinking into the bed while caressing each other lazily. Gil peppers her stomach with kisses, she slips a hand into his hair and tries to sit up, but he pulls her onto his lap and keeps kissing her. She indulges him for a good while more, then covers his eyes.

“Close your eyes.”

“But I want to look at you,” he pouts.

“How am I supposed to surprise you with your gifts then?”

“You have more gifts for me?”

“Of course. You think I didn’t get you any?”

“But I thought… We just…”

Thena laughs, “My love, you deserve more than one gift from me. Now listen to me and close your eyes.”

He does as told and she climbs off his lap. She opens the wardrobe, retrieving her lavenders and forget-me-nots bouquet and back to bed, reclaiming her position in his lap. She wraps her legs around his torso and he holds her hips, already beaming, “It smells nice. Did you get me flowers?”

“You can look now,” she says.

His smile is brighter when he sees the big bouquet. He can be so delighted with the small things in life, and she loves him for it.

“I think there’s something in the middle,” she points out. He draws out a paper hidden among the lavenders. It’s an advertisement for a seaside resort that Thena printed out from their website.

“I realized we haven’t had a summer vacation to the beach so I deliberately made a reservation. Last weekend of June. Two days and one night but I can extend it if you want,” Thena blushes, “Can you save those two days for us?”

Gil is nodding repeatedly, like a puppet on a string.

“Just you and me?”

“Just you and me.”

“You spoiled me rotten.”

“Don’t be silly, I barely got the chance to,” she disagrees.

“Maybe I’ll get to put sunscreen on you,” he says, moving the bouquet out of the way so they can be pressed against one another. She feels him harden beneath her and moans against his lips.

“I’ll grill lots of seafood,” he goes on, kissing her down the mattress, “Bringing you many rounds of mojito, and making sweet, passionate love to you any time, anywhere you want.”

“Fuck, I love you so much,” she gasps. She can’t wait until the last weekend of June.

#thenamesh #gilgamesh x thena #thena x gilgamesh #the eternals #thena #gilgamesh #this fic deserves a tumblr promote once in a while lol #eternals

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unisexobject · 2 years

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Chapter VII. Closer

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Summary: A callous run-in with a certain someone leads you and Eddie to grow closer, but are your enemies more dangerous than they seem? Trigger Warnings: Violence, blood, past trauma, ptsd, exposed skin, idk Author's Note: I know it has been a hot minute since last, but life has been seriously roundhouse kicking my ass. Next chapter, a character that rhymes with sissy goes snap, crackle and pop...

Having Eddie in the same classes as you was not as enjoyable as it sounded.

He would always grab your arm and start drawing all over, creating little but many illustrations of old rickety houses, lightning bolts, bats, cemeteries and wyverns across your supple skin. It lead to you furiously scrubbing his artwork off during lunch just before you got home, sick of your parents questioning you over your impromptu sleeve and the curly haired metal head who barely left your side.

Eddie also couldn't be quiet, as the constant tapping of his ivory Reeboks or the clinking of thick metal rings practically drove you insane. Let alone his constant whispering of absolute nonsense into your ear - whether it be the melodic tune of his latest hyperfixation or completely inappropriate comments about Mrs. O'Donnel - that nearly made you burst into laughter every lesson.

But the worst of all, was that he needed you to explain practically everything from class to him. Not satisfied until his thousand "but why" 's were answered. Despite his subtle intelligence and unabating creativity, Eddie still needed a little hand here and there. And God was he annoying.

On today's menu, creating original poetry. Great, you thought.

You groaned across the cafeteria table after Eddie had pestered you about helping him write.

"I'm going to see Robin at Family Video first after school, so come over a little later."

Your best friend flashed his pearly grin.

You hadn't seen Robin over the last few days, apparently she was caught up in some business with Nancy and Steve. You hoped that she would be there this afternoon to help you pick out something to watch later tonight.

"Why is Jason Carver looking at you and Y/N like that?" Dustin asked.

His comment pulled you out of your reverie.

The whole table turned their head in unison toward the infamous Jason Carver, or to the balls-and-laundry-basket table as Eddie so imaginatively coined.

It was true. Jason's expression was a little unsettling. His face was hard and stern, like he was in the midst of taming his blazing rage. He barely broke away his piercing gaze from Eddie.

"Maybe he's still pissed about Y/N dunking a big fat bowl of punch on his stupid head." Gareth mused.

His comment earned a light chuckle from the table. You and Eddie smiled in earnest.

"Don't forget how she threatened to fight him too." Dustin interposed.

"Yeah. He's probably like, super embarrassed." Mike added.

"Embarrassed that Eddie has Chrissy wrapped around his little finger." Jeff retorted teasingly.

The whole table laughed, except for you and Eddie.

Your smile dropped along with your gaze. You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, attention returning to your carrot sticks. They no longer were as appetising as they were when lunch had started, the slender orange now suddenly a nauseating sight.

Eddie remained still and wary - and unbeknownst to you - death staring Jeff for his flippant comment. He didn't have Chrissy wrapped around his finger. It was obvious from the moment that she flashed her wide smile and innocent eyes and asked Eddie if he had "the stuff" that she wasn't interested in him. At least not in that way. Sure Chrissy showed Eddie genuine kindness, but she was more concerned with what he had to offer.

Eddie didn't understand why the thought of him and Chrissy spoken aloud made him so uncomfortable. He had a crush on her not too long ago and felt free enough to share the desires of his heart to you. In fact, it was something he still ruminates on, groaning to himself as he tosses and turns late at night. He wanted to go back in time and smack his past self in the face for acting like such a love sick fool.

But ever since his fire for her fizzled out, he became incredibly anxious at the thought of you thinking that he still liked her.

The second Jeff teased Eddie about it, his heart quickened. He couldn't hide his immediate shift in demeanour. Eddie couldn't understand why he even felt concerned about the whole thing to begin with.

"I do not." Eddie snapped.

Everyone went silent, his sudden change in mood earning confused looks from a sea of naive eyes.

"I mean..." He continued in a much calmer tone. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You started to bite your nails absentmindedly, desperate for something to distract you from the unpleasant conversation that seemed to encircle you.

"Don't you meet her in the woods outside of school all the time?" Gareth asked humourlessly.

That's our spot.

You met Eddie's gaze, a twinge of sadness growing in your chest. Its weeds wrapped around your heart when Eddie stayed silent, his doe eyes boring into yours.

After a moment, he continued on.

"I told you not to mention that out loud Gareth. It's not exactly public knowledge." Eddie seethed, briefly looking around to ensure no one in the busy cafeteria heard.

You looked away from Eddie, unable to decipher the all encompassing distrust that suddenly emerged.

You didn't really have much reason to doubt Eddie, his heart bold and honest on his sleeve. Yet, for some reason you did. These feelings of almost jealousy made you wary.

"I help her take the edge off, that's all. If Jason knew, who knows what he would do to the both of us."

Gareth and Jeff hummed in response, willing to drop the whole thing out of boredom. Like they were a dog playing with a chew toy whose piercing squeak were no longer entertaining.

So, you and Eddie finished your lunch in silence, whilst the rest of the boys returned to mindless chatter. But your mind - as usual - would be consumed by thoughts that your best friend was growing dishonest with you. And soon enough, would learn the dreadful yet all too true past which followed you everywhere.

It was afternoon now and you were at Family Video, hoping to catch Robin to help you rent a film for your post writing session with Eddie. You wandered the aisles, waiting to discover something that would please the both of you.

Eddie adored anything scary and filled with gore, whilst you enjoyed the likes of a good story or some German expressionism. Although, getting Eddie to enjoy a silent film was a terribly hard task. He had never been one to focus and needed dialogue to really capture his attention.

You hoped that whatever weird funk you were in at lunch would dissipate by the time Eddie arrived. You hoped even more, that watching a movie together would put your mind at ease, allowing you to fall into sync with your best friend effortlessly.

You were tossing up between Frankenstein and Nosferatu, hoping for Robin to pop around and help you decide.

"Hey." Steve beamed.

His voice caught you off guard, causing you to drop Nosferatu onto the carpet.

"Shit." You muttered, crouching down to pick it up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Although, based off the looks of it that's what you're after?"

He motioned toward the films in your hands and smiled convivially.

"Yeah, I have a thing for vampires and reanimated corpses it seems." You shook your head, playfully ashamed.

Steve smiled wide and leaned against the shelf, stumbling a little when his elbow missed the surface.

He cleared his throat.

"You doing okay? After Friday, I mean. Thought I'd have to call the cops to haul you away." He mused teasingly.

You genuinely laughed, somehow coming around to the humour of the previous Friday.

"I don't know what you put in that punch Harrington, but it really got my wires mixed up." You replied playfully.

He scratched his chin and flaunted his pearly teeth.

"And here I was thinking that they were already like that."

"Hey!" You chided.

You smacked him on the side jestingly and chuckled at his antics. When he recovered, he took a deep breath.

"So, what are you doing here?" Steve asked, leaning the side of his head on closed knuckles.

"You know, looking for something to watch tonight. I'm just waiting for Robin to help me out."

As if saying her name had spoken her into existence, she magically appeared next to you.

"Nosferatu? I mean it's not bad, but The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is way better. Might relate to it a bit more considering you aren't sleeping these days." Robin remarked, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You and Steve exchanged knowing glances, glint of humour dancing around in your eyes.

"Hello to you too." You replied sarcastically.

"Wait, you're not sleeping?" Steve questioned with a furrowed brow.

Before you could clarify, Robin did.

"Yeah dingus, she keeps having these awful nightmares and crazy nosebleeds. The other day her headache was so bad that she didn't listen to her walkman because the headphones hurt to be on her head." She explained animatedly.

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. It wasn't a big deal and Steve didn't need to know. You were afraid that he would worry or look at you as if you had some serious psychological issues. Not like it would be such a terrible fate, but you didn't think something so odious could be easily digested by someone like Steve.

"Thank you for the suggestion Rob, but I think that's my cue to leave."

You gently squeezed Robin's shoulder to soothe her and hopefully discreetly inform her that she had overshared.

Steve forced a placating grin as he ran a firm hand through his swirly mane.

You waved a kind hand to Harrington as you walked out of Family Video, hoping to God that this weird tizzy of a day would draw to a close soon.

The warm Indiana afternoon faded into a raven sky, set aglow by tiny speckles of constellations. Sprawled across your fuzzy rug still in the same clothes, worry ate at you when Eddie still hadn't arrived.

It was 9pm and you were coming to the conclusion that perhaps he never would. You were slightly worried, yet mostly annoyed. He had pestered you at lunch about helping him with his poetry. But maybe he ended up with Chrissy? The thought kept pervading your mind, never allowing you to rest.

Desperate to get comfortable, you slowly rose from your languid position in hopes to change into something more agreeable.

After you discarded your shirt and jeans onto your bedroom floor, leaving you in just your underwear and white singlet, you slowly pulled on some great sweat pants and woolly socks.

Just as you pulled them on, a sudden yet light tap from your bedroom window garnered your attention. You snapped your head in its direction, heart almost going asystole at the intrusion, until a familiar head of curls came into view.

Clutching at your chest in fear, you watched as Eddie gave a small wave through the window pane. You let out a relieved breath and slowly stalked your way over.

The window opened with a click.

"Eddie." You breathed, voice a little raspy from fright. "What on earth are you doing? You were supposed to be here hours ago."

Eddie hoisted a jean clad leg over the frame and slid into your room with practiced ease.

"Was a little caught up." He groaned in response as he tried to shut your window.

"I was getting changed, you could have just come through the front door."

"Don't worry, I didn't see nothing." Eddie remarked unconcerned, turning around to face you.

As your warm bedroom light hit his pale face, you noticed a shattered mosaic of deep blues and purples across his right eye and cheek. A bright crimson stain trailed down his Helfire shirt that was now soiled in what seemed to be blood. His plush bottom lip had an angry slit in it, revealing layers of tonal reds amongst vivid pink. Eddie looked like he had just come back from hell.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You muttered, taking his injured head into your hands.

"Gentle, sweetheart." Eddie replied, wincing as your hands came to rest on his battered cheeks.

A million thoughts ran through your mind all at once, as if each one were a train colliding directly into one another. Your eyes nearly burst out of your skull as you took in Eddie's injuries, making note of each indigo splotch and dots of dried blood.

"Who did this to you?" You asked incredulously. Eddie swallowed the lump that had magically formed in his throat.

"Jason." He replied, sore lips grazing the inside of your palm.

Eddie gripped your wrists gently and pulled them away from his face.

You remained silent as he skulked around your room, taking a liking to the end of your plush bed. He patted the spot next to him, motioning for you to come sit.

You held your arms over your chest and joined him.

You might have appeared calm albeit shocked, but on the inside you were fuming.

How the fuck could Jason do this? You wanted to stride over to his house and set him alight. You could barely wrap your head around it.

"Eds...why did he do this to you?" You asked softly, still bewildered by his injured complexion.

Your question made Eddie think back to this afternoon.

"Hey freak!" Jason called, cornering Eddie in the school parking lot.

Jason and his posse waited until late, the time of day where it was deserted and when Eddie had finished writing his newest campaign for Helfire in the drama room.

Eddie turned around with a whoosh, only standing mere centimetres from his van. He barely had any time to register what was happening, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Think you could get away with it freak? Hanging around Chrissy. Your little slut threatening me?"

Jason started punching Eddie over and over and over. His rage unleashed and untamed.

Suddenly Eddie was laughing, a wide smirk growing across his busted lip and bruised cheek. Jason stilled his vicious movements, brows furrowed in hesitancy.

"That's it Carver?" Eddie taunted. "I thought you were a tough guy, but you punch like a girl."

Jason blinked in shock and stepped back, before throwing an even harder punch. Eddie rolled to the side and spat out some blood.

"Maybe a little harder this time and you might actually leave a mark." He groaned.

Eddie tilted his head back in roaring laughter, smearing blood across his face with the back of his palm.

Jason took the incentive and hit him harder and harder, growing ever more frustrated. Eddie was becoming battered and bruised, yet he didn't lose the fight.

When Jason stepped away, conceding to Eddie's taunts and the feeling of humiliation, Eddie laughed even harder.

"Come on champ, thought you were trying to prove me wrong."

After several more punches and groans of frustration, they left a manically cackling Eddie in the parking lot, peeling away in Jason's car and driving off into the late afternoon.

"Wait, he did this because of me?" You asked disbelievingly.

Eddie turned to face you, grabbing both of your wrists to anchor you to him.

"No, absolutely not. He's had it out for me ever since middle school. This has nothing to do with you, okay?" Eddie soothed, absentmindedly running his thumb over the back of your palm

You hung your head low, trying to listen to his comforting words. They were failing in their effectiveness.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom, I'll be right back." You remarked, slowly slipping out of his reassuring grip.

When you returned with swabs and gauze, you disinfected his many wounds. The sight of deep burgundy against sharp white made your stomach curl. You kept gently dabbing the cut above his eye, mesmerised at how a protuberant head of blood kept returning after several attempts at blotting the skin.

"What's the prognosis doc?" Eddie questioned sarcastically, momentarily breaking his trance from your worrisome complexion.

You huffed, tucking a loose coil of hair behind his ear. You didn't want specks of dried blood to be caught in his mane.

"Well, you're going to be okay. Just a little swollen and bruised, but still beautiful."

Eddie quietly crooned.

"Did you hear that? My little Florence Nightingale thinks I'm beautiful."

"Shut up." You warned, lightly smacking his arm.

You placed all of the soiled swabs and gauze that were still slick with blood into a plastic bag. You closed the lid of the first aid kit from the bathroom and placed it on your night stand.

The soft incandescence of your lampshade casted a warm glow in your room, subtly highlighting Eddie's battered complexion. He looked vulnerable in front of you, an elusive reminder that he was not impervious to pain or brutality. That Hawkins was a terribly violent place and people like Eddie, people who were different were a constant target. A source of retribution.

Just like in the past, people who you care about can be taken from you without warning, without any proper reasoning at all. And in the grand scheme of things, you are forever powerless to stop it.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Eddie queried, nudging his jean clad knee with yours.

Your silence worried him.

"Nothing." You replied instinctively.

Your reply was thoughtless and even Eddie couldn't understand why you even attempted to lie at all. He knew you too well.

What Eddie didn't know, was why you always kept him at arms length. Sure he had an idea that it had something to do with the enigmatic Matt, or your distant relationship with your parents, or even your past life before Hawkins (whatever that consisted of). But he could never really be certain and the weight of that speculation had started to become impossible.

Yet, he let it go and hummed softly in response.

"So um, you're gonna get mad at me for bringing this up but, when I saw you getting...getting-"

"Changed?"

"Yeah, changed. I noticed a little something around your uh...hip area."

Your eyes widened and you shot up from the bed.

"Eddie! You said you didn't see anything!" You practically shouted.

Eddie roared to his feet to join you.

"I know! I know! I didn't want you to feel...violated. I swear I didn't look on purpose!"

You turned to face him, groaning to yourself that Eddie had probably seen your half-naked form. Not just you in shorts and a singlet, but part of your bare things and hip bone.

"Christ, Eddie." You muttered, relaxing back into the mattress.

Eddie joined suit, mirroring your movements out of fear of your wrath for seeing you in such a vulnerable and compromising way.

Another silent moment passed.

"So, is it uh, a tattoo?" He asked quietly.

You turned to face him as his he cast his gaze toward his feet sheepishly.

You let Eddie's question linger in the air, deliberating what to do next. It was a tattoo, but it wasn't done on a whim or for a stupid bet or dare. It was important, a part of something larger, something you hadn't shared with Eddie. Something that even the thought of sharing had you petrified.

"You want to see?" You asked, barely above a whisper.

Eddie now turned to face you, fashioning a delicate expression of caution. He knew his abrasiveness could land him in some deep shit sometimes, but he didn't want this to be one of those times. Eddie had taken notice of how your mood would suddenly shift or how the air would carry something heavy at the drop of a pin. He had never really known what caused it, but he learnt that it was specific to you and he shouldn't push if he could help it. But he knew that moments where you would pull back the curtain even for a mere second were precious and worth savouring.

"Okay."

You cleared your throat before pulling down the right side of your waistband, slowly revealing an inky spot saddled on your hip. The whole thing felt so inglorious, revealing a strange part of skin that Eddie wouldn't have ever seen typically. It didn't feel sensual, it felt deeply pregnable.

Suddenly, the small tattoo was completely exposed, the rest of your waist hidden by the fabric of your singlet.

Eddie's breath hitched. Seeing a tattoo on you did something to him. What that something was, he wasn't quite sure yet.

"It's a butterfly." You remarked, noticing his tacit silence. "A monarch more specifically."

With your statement Eddie chuckled lightly.

"I never would have expected you to have a tattoo." He replied, looking up to your orbs with a mischievous grin.

You hummed sardonically in response.

Before you knew it Eddie ran his thumb over the butterfly, sending sharp shudders down your spine.

"You give me so much shit for my tattoos and the whole time you had one and didn't tell me."

Eddie was smiling to himself, tracing the small orange inking, running his finger tip along the fanned out wings.

"I didn't get this so girls would think that I was hot Eddie." You chided, his hand still resting on your waist.

"You think I'm hot?" Eddie asked, devilish smile growing.

You turned away, desperately wishing for respite from his grin, his burning touch, his all-encompassing proximity. The whole thing was a little too much for you all of a sudden.

Eddie must have noticed, pulling up your waistband for you and shifting away nonchalantly. You couldn't hide anything from him. He was too terribly perceptive and it killed you.

"So why'd you get it?" He asked inquisitively.

You pulled your knees to your chest, attempting to compose yourself.

"My brother always liked them." You replied, resting your elbows on your pale knees. "There used to be a whole cluster of them back home."

Eddie nodded in response, savouring the fitful acknowledgement of your past.

You stood up from the bed and moved to the other side of your room. Opening the cupboard doors, you pulled out a crocheted blanket.

"I don't think you should go home to Wayne looking like that, you should call him and tell him that you're staying here for the night." You mused as you placed the blanket gently into his lap.

Eddie watched in awe as you moved around your room so effortlessly. He hadn't ever been treated with such kindness, softness or sentimentality in his entire life (apart from Wayne) until he had met you.

The way you always thought ahead, about little infinitesimal details that seemed to escape him so frequently, rendered him overcome with wonder. It was this moment that he wanted to cry, not because he was sad or fearful, but because he felt seen, cared for and loved. Even if it wasn't the kind of love that could be articulated in an overt way, it was the kind of love that surfaced so subtlety, yet always in complete abundance.

“How do you even like this movie?” Eddie asked with a sigh. Mock annoyance dancing off his plush lips. He had already grown tired within the first few minutes, struggling to read the German that presented so boldly on the screen.

You turned to your left, studying Eddie’s profile, or more distinctly his nose. You made note of its slanted descent and bulbous tip. You watched how the lowlight of the tv reflected off his pale skin, illuminating little mousy spots that peppered his complexion.

“I don’t know.” You started, nudging your shoulder with his as you laughed.

You looked to the raven words that flashed on the screen.

Does this word not sound like the deathbird

calling your name at midnight?

Beware you never say it - for then

the pictures of life will fade to shadows,

haunting dreams will climb forth from your heart

and feed on your blood.

“You can’t ever deny death. But maybe you can commemorate sacrifice. Right the wrongs dying causes, even if it feels hopeless to do so. Even if you’re depleted of willingness to try.”

Eddie stilled, shock very much evident in his rigid features. You on the other hand had been consumed by heavy and existential ruminations.

He studied the faraway look you possessed within your glowing black irises, drinking in your despair like crisp water in the middle of a dark night.

“And here I thought it was about a hairless vampire.” Eddie remarked jestingly.

It made you chuckle and turn away shamefaced. You hadn’t intended on growing so experiential.

But the movie had eventually ended, leaving you laden and dreary eyed on Eddie’s firm shoulder. He watched you breathe in and out slowly, consumed by the rise and fall of your heavy chest.

He didn’t dare move - despite the stinging pain on the side you rested - afraid you would stir and wake. Even with the absolute shit beaten out of Eddie, he always thought of you in the way he thought of no other.

After gazing at your form as if you hung in the deep walls of the Uffizi like a Botticelli painting, Eddie drifted off into sleep. His body directly craned into yours, with calloused fingertips barely touching, the space between singing to the infinite. The two of you molded together so sweetly, naturally, like two small children unaware of the world's failings and frailty.

#eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie my love

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jackedspicer · 5 years

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my worst mistake ever was giving shnitzel a crush on rhubarb because once i started shipping them i was toast

under the readmore are silly tidbits and scenarios taken straight from some of my instagram stories. it’s a bit of fun

“canon” stuff

September 27:

“lordy there are some bits and pieces about rhu and shnitzel i havent talked about yet...

for one thing. i draw them together a disproportionate amount bc in my brain they dont have THAT much screentime. itd be a sorta thing where rhubarb is in whichever episode for reasons and if shnitzel happens to be in the same room then we see the gag where he gets all stiff and DUMB [id previously talked about how he had a crush on her so bad that he locks up and gets real stupid. think of mr gar from ok ko. it’s like That.]

except there’s one episode where it’s brought to the table called Shnitzel’s Crush or some corny shit and it’s 11 minutes of the other characters mercilessly embarrassing him

also he literally never says a word about it to her. the whole time. hes silent. he just likes to give her a hand and help her with errands here and there. like carrying the heavy stuff for her stand n whatnot. she thinks hes this big sweet fella so she gives him presents sometimes

and we know hes supposed to be this big stoic guy but we already know hes a SOFTIE so you can obviously see him being secretly sweet on this nice mom lady”

November 16

“i keep thinking about a Funny Moment where mung calls rhubarb over to the catering company because shes ‘just GOT to see something’

the camera is on shnitzel who is just mopping when the door swings open and the bell rings

rhubarb walks past and says hi to him real quick and a couple beats after shes gone he just

shatters like glass

and then it just cuts to whats happening”

“i feel like i need to go into detail about the glass shattering

he maintains a straight face the whole time.. completely unremarkable

and after a few moments, in a fraction of a second his whole personhood CRACKS across with a glass shattering sound effect.. pieces dont fall or anything, it would be as if a window cracked all over because of something loud

his face doesnt even change hes just there all fucked up until the next shot”

“more than anything i am about gags where he cant function around her... over time they just get more nonsensical and painful.. i already said the shattering one but i also have one where a boulder just drops from under his apron and cracks the ground like he shat himself

the comedy of his suffering is integral to the experience”

October 5

“shnitzel will do all kinds of stupid shit just because rhubarb asked him to. there is literally no limit he just bites his tongue and does it all cause he’s not disappointing her. it’s all harmless stuff but if anybody else asked he’d be like... No

like as for the beach episode thing i posted, she asks him to bring water buckets for their sand castles, and even though part of him just kind of wants to just do the sand castle, he buckles down and brings those damn buckets! and he cant work up the NERVE to sit next to her and build a sand castle anyway so he accepts it. also chowder is there and there are too many things that could go wrong. this is his life”

November 16

“i want you to know tht rhubarb drives shnitzel to work so he doesn’t have to take the bus [this becoming routine would actually be later on but the following bit is what’s in the visible window of canon]

so the first time she gives him a ride is when he agrees to help her carry some heavy stuff for her business

and he goes up to this kind of oldish snail car and shes like ‘ahh sorry about all the bluenanas.. theyre for a bluenana bread i havent baked yet you can just put those in the back seat’ because the car is literally full of bluenanas

and it’s this really awkward drive because there are bluenanas EVERYWHERE and the stack of things hes holding is blocking his vision and hes almost dead silent all while shes making momversation

i forgot to mention that was AFTER theyd stopped at her house to get the things

she baked him cinnamini rolls as a thank you but she didnt know he was allergic so he sneezes so hard her roof caves in so they have to call his cousin beef stroganoff [a chowder oc i made ironically] and his son banzo [short for garbanzo] over to fix it [this was a reference to a post on here about a landlord’s son bonzo coming over to fix op’s roof with a blowtorch].. he ends up taking the cinnamini rolls as payment

well okay it’s not the first sneeze that caves the roof in, first he sneezes and shes like ‘oh no! im so sorry let me get you a tissue!!!’ n when she comes back theres MORE snot so she leaves again and comes back with a BATH TOWEL and THEN he caves the roof in”

November 5

[i was talking about how rhubarb’s dream was to have her own bakery before i led up to this bit]

“and in the scenario that takes place 20 years in the future, theyre married as id said before, except mung daal is telling chowder ‘because you never grew up, shnitzel got fed up and left the catering company!’

and then we see him happily married and co-running a bakery with rhubarb. as if that’s a bad thing

‘you fucked up, chowder. you ruined a perfectly good shnitzel is what you did. look at him. he’s got dignity.”

November 9

[this next bit can be attached to the previous thing i said. it’s an ongoing Thing but it’s only seen when theyre like obviously married onscreen]

whenever rhubarb calls shnitzel by a little cutesy nickname he gets all bashful.. he cant take it bro

this burly 7 foot man gets called ‘pumpkin pie’ and absolutely melts”

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*this was all the stuff i had so far on various stories that take place “onscreen” since i figured i’d get caught up and start posting all the junk i had lying around. i have other tidbits too that take place between the sorta goofy window of canon and the 20-year timeskip, which i might get into on another post. thanks for reading xoxo i love u

#in my head the most of her interactions are w other characters but their dynamic is the most entertaining to me so i zero in on it #u know how like u have tiers of whats canon/for real and what’s just you screwing around. yeah #draws #rhubarb #chowder oc #shnitzel #and yeah the drawings are old too they were from a hot minute ago #chowder

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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Can I request a very filthy smutty blaise with ass kink and size kink? 🥺

MESSY OFFICE | B.Z

SUMMARY ➠ coworker!blaise teaches you a lesson and fulfills his dreams of fucking you silly.

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), tad bit of shoe fucking, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, ass kink, size kink, lots of dirty talk, rushed ending. this if filthy lololol

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blaise took a deep breath before slamming his fist down on the wooden desk of his office. the papers that were placed on top of it went flying around at the sudden movement.

his hands were shaking with irritation. if that fucking landlord could just shut the fuck up about his rent for one second-

the male’s thoughts were cut off by small, rapid knocks against the door. his brows knitted in confusion at the unanticipated invasion.

“come in!”

the door creaked as you entered the room, peeking your head through the doorway at first before going in, shutting the door behind you.

your presence emitted a groan from him. he knew that the moment you both spent time together it would somehow end in a screaming match, and blaise was not in the mood to be dealing with anything right now.

you gave him a sharp glare in response before opening your mouth to speak. yet you were cut off by your own silence as you studied the state of his office.

everything seemed so rustled and chaotic— there were papers thrown in the floor, some were even crumbled and a few candy wrappers were tossed around. “what is this mess?” you spoke, tone lacing with disgust as you picked up an old folder from the worktable; his hand was quick to swat you away, scowling you before leaning back on the desk.

“what do you want?” he squinted at you, roaming his eyes down your body suspiciously— mentally slapping himself for staring at your breasts longer than planned.

“what the fuck is up your arse today?” you scoffed, crossing your arms and walking closer to him until he had to crane his neck down to look at you.

blaise’s chest heaved up and down as he quickly undid the top button of his shirt, turning away from you and taking long strides around the room. he closed his eyes and really hated himself for wanting nothing more than to shut that smart mouth of yours with his hardening cock. it was too much for him— and if there was one-way blaise loved to take his stress out on, was sex. and god— that stupid little skirt of yours that was begging to be lifted and reveal that sweet cunt that plagued his mind at the worst moments was the last push he needed to man up and fuck you as he had always wanted to.

you observed him in silence, watching how he mumbled something to himself about ‘i can’t think of her like this.’

quietness ran across the walls for a few moments before blaise was back in front of you, muttering a “fuck it” and connecting his lips to yours.

the fleeting kiss had you bewildered for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth unmoving as the tall man held the back of your head in his palm. you didn’t kiss him back at first, but you didn’t protest either. and you’d be dammed if you didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to get fucked brain dead by blaise zabini.

but who could blame you when you kissed him back with the same— maybe even more— force; it was messy and heated all at once, the frustration that you sensed from earlier was being poured in that kiss. teeth were clashing together as his tongue pressed down on yours, drawing out a breathy moan from you.

blaise cupped your rear with both hands, lifting you in an unforeseen manner, causing you to squeal lightly until you felt your bum being pressed against the cool surface of his messy desk.

he was the first to break apart from the kiss, breathing steadily as he stared down at you— even from your perched up position he was still a few inches taller.

“i’m not gonna hold back” he warned, searching your eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation that you might feel. but he was far from finding any, you wanted blaise to fuck you until he was poking out of your tummy and you wanted it now.

“i don’t care” you breathed out, reconnecting your mouth to his and almost missing out on that keen groan that came out of his mouth.

his large digits scurried under your skirt, unzipping it in a quick motion and pulling it down your legs until it pooled on the floor.

he teasingly ran his index finger up and down the soaked cotton that covered your pulsating pussy. “blaise— please” you shamelessly plead, throwing all your morals out the window and not caring about anything else but being rutted over and over again.

“look at you. begging like a well paid whore when you were being a smart ass with me not even ten minutes ago.” he chuckled, taking pride in the way you whimpered in response, bucking your hips up onto his fingers. “what is it, baby? you want me to fuck you until that dumb baby brain can only think about my cock, yeah?”

his words struck a bit of sense into you and you huffed in response— “are you actually gonna give me what i want and fuck me properly or are you all talk?”

you messed up and you messed up big; you could tell by the way hir pupils dilated and the slow touches against your clothed pussy stopped. his tongue darted out to poke on his left cheek as he laughed lightly, stepping back and harshly bringing you down the desk.

“i’m gonna fuck your throat until you learn how to keep useless stuff to yourself, princess” he warned, signalling down to the floor as he unbuckled his belt.

you tentatively got down on your knees, lightly scraping them against the wooden floor as you rubbed your thighs together, pawing at your lap as blaise’s erection appeared in your view of line.

was that supposed to fit in you?

blaise seemed to notice your unsureness— “you alright there, pretty girl?” his tone was softer, less stern yet with the same accent of authority he always carried.

“i— it’s… big.” you let out, feeling the tip of your ears grow hot as he chuckled before picking up a more alluring timbre “oh i’m gonna make it fit” he winked.

you swallowed thickly, already picturing the delicious stretch this man was gonna provide you. he stroked his large cock sensually before making a beeline with it to your lips, which were already parted in expectancy; he went to tease you for it but was cut off by his low moan that got provoked as the warmth of your mouth enveloped his pulsating tip.

his digits tangled themselves in your hair, good girl’s and just like that’s slipped from his mouth every time your tongue swirled around his head. and the slickness that was pouring out of you was suddenly too much to ignore— hence why you reached down to attempt and soothe the burning sensation. blaise was still enthralled with the way your worked those lips that he had dreamed of having against his around his cock— his hands tightened around your scalp as he thrusted rapidly against your mouth, desperately probing for an orgasm.

a muffled whine came from you as he fucked your throat repeatedly, causing him to look down at your teary eyes, eventually settling his irises on your hand rubbing your greedy cunt.

blaise tutted with a hint of disappointment, making your movements halt as you batted your eyelashes up at him innocently as if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with his cock that was ready to shoot its cum down your fucked out throat.

you went to furrow your brows when he kicked your hand away gently, replacing your fingers with the point of his leather shoe, your wetness already leaking down on his footwear as you whined around his cock, making his hips buck involuntarily at the vibrations— “i was gonna reward you for sucking me so well, but since you’re such a desperate slut you’re gonna have to fuck yourself on my shoe while i throat fuck you, yeah?” he asked demanded.

a weak nod was all he got in response before he was back to gripping your hair in his fist, spit drooling down your chin at the abrupt pace he set without even a warning— not that you minded.

your hips rolled slowly into his shoe, swollen clit fizzing at the stimulation; his shoe hit every right nerve ending, the sounds you made around his cock were filthy and lewd, only making his balls grow tighter as he stilled his hips, rope after rope of cum flooding your mouth.

you moaned lowly against his cock at the feeling of his warm cum spraying down your throat.

he gave tattered breaths and moans as he pulled out of your mouth, barely even taking notice of the whining mess you became, his foot now long gone from your oozing cunt.

“get the fuck up” he breathed out, staring down at your already fucked out-state— saliva all over your chin, along with a few tears decorating your frowning face as you stood up. his large hands came to cup your face, delivering a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before placing his mouth next to your ear and whispering “i’ve been trying to translate your frowns and find out what your fucking problem with me was before bending you over my desk and fucking you stupid.”

you could’ve easily moaned at his words alone if it weren’t for his lips linking with yours in a crazed kiss as he guided you towards his messy desk— which was about to be a whole lot messier.

his hands reassuringly squeezed your waist as he turned you around, his once again hard cock rubbed against your ass as he planted kisses against your neck, sucking on certain spots that had your eyes rolling onto the back of your head— his fingers making quick work of getting your shirt off, throwing it somewhere around the room as he separated himself from your now marked neck, leaving you in your undergarments that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck you senseless for so long, baby. you don’t know how many times i spent with my hand around my cock dreaming about your tight pussy around it.” he groaned out, pushing you forward until your breasts squished against the desk, shuddering at the cold of it.

his palms massaged your left ass cheek before a harsh slap was delivered to it— and his mouth wasn’t there to cover the pornographic moan that came out of you this time, pushing your bum against his hardened dick in anticipation.

blaise grabbed a hold of his cock and steadied himself with a hand on your bum, squeezing. before he moved your panties to the side and teased your pulsating entrance with his tip, groaning slightly at the way your pussy almost swallowed him in as he pushed the tiniest bit in, coaxing a loud cry from you.

“so so tight, princess” he praised, pushing himself all the way in with a single thrust, arousal already gushing down your thighs.

the male wasted no time and in a few moments he had you with your mouth gaped open, eyes going crisscross with every un pitying snap against your hips of his.

“can you feel me all the way up in your pretty guts, baby girl? you like having this slutty cunt being taught a lesson, huh?” he growled out, eyes trained on each bounce of your ass as he sped up— the clapping sounds were enough to give away what was happening to any passerbyers outside his office; not that any of you minded at this point.

“oh! fuck blaise— right there! right there!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight as he brought you up with his bicep against your throat, making you loll your head back on his shoulder as his dick continuously hit that spot inside you.

blaise’s other hand snaked around your midriff, pressing down on the evident outline of his cock going in and out of your tummy. “look at me destroying your pretty little insides, sweetheart, bet you won’t be able to sit on this pretty little pussy for the next week” he cooed at you before slamming you forwards until your cheek pressed against his rattling desk.

“don’t stop! don’t stop please!” you sobbed out, squeaking lightly when his palms crashed down roughly on your ass, groans and moans echoing around the room like a chant— the pit in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second.

“i’m cumming blaise, i’m fucking cumming” you gasped out, lifting your head back up and pointing your nose to the ceiling as you came all-around blaise’s cock with a loud ecstatic moan.

a whimper passed by your lips as blaise continued to fuck you through your high; and it took him one look to look at the mess you left running down yours and his thighs for him to be pumping you full of his cum, steady thrusts that had him hissing as you clenched around him for a final time.

he pulled out of you to watch his cum blow out of your overstimulated pussy, the aftershocks of the intense orgasm still causing your muscles to spasm every once in a while.

“you made my office a whole lot messier” he grunted out, pointing down to the puddle that fell in between your legs, causing you to flush instantly as he chuckled and pressed light kisses to your temple.

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Rusted Remnants

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x mutant!Reader

Warnings: past noncon, smut, dirty talk, Stockholm syndrome, violence, mention of human experiments, swearing.

Words: 1924.

Summary: You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother.

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When a bearded man in sunglasses opened the door with a grinding, abrasive sound, you felt both fear and relief - Heisenberg was a mean son of a bitch who couldn’t stand people crossing him on anything, and you learned that the hard way. However, thanks to that insanely strong bastard who could smash in a Lycan’s skull with one swing of his hammer, you were still safe in his hideout, not having to worry about mutilated monsters this place was swarming with.

Besides, even though Heisenberg was as rotten and disgusting as any other Lord, he still had more human in him than Dimitrescu, Beneviento and Moreau altogether.

“Did you miss me, little monster?” He smirked, watching you laying in bed with some cheap romance novel you traded for bullets with the Duke: you had little hobbies since you barely left Heisenberg’s factory.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he hadn’t been home for a couple of days and now needed to get under your skin, feeding off your emotions like Alcina fed off her victims’ blood. It was something like a routine to him: he needed to know you had something human in you, too.

“Who else do you expect me to miss?” you snorted, leaving a worn book with a dirty yellow cover on the bed. “You know I don’t like when you leave for so long.”

“It’s not like I like it either.”

Leaving his monstrous hammer on the table full of blueprints, drawings, nails and all other things you were forbidden to touch, he took his glasses off, and you saw his weary eyes, the blood vessels widened in their white. It didn't happen often, but from time to time Heisenberg would abandon his façade of a smug, careless bastard, and then you could catch a glimpse of a deadly tired man who had long lost any hope to ever free himself from Miranda’s death grip. Something had happened in those couple of days when he had been wandering the woods and catacombs filled with Lycans, Samcăs, and Vârcolacs, and it certainly wasn’t good news if it stripped Heisenberg of his endless complacency.

Quietly slipping away from the bed, you put your shoes on while the man in front of you left his coat hanging on a chair and stilled, his dirty hands on the desk as he stared at it blankly. While he stood there, motionless, you turned on the large faucet in an improvised shower cabin - everything there had been old and rusty, and you needed time to adjust the temperature of water from icy cold to bearable cool or even hot if you were lucky enough. Thankfully, Karl never protested against showering, washing away dry blood, machine oil, muck and filth.

Saying nothing, you carefully lifted his hat, unclasped the belt on his chest and started unbuttoning his dirty shirt - nobody would believe it had been white once. Finally, Heisenberg came back to his senses, smirking and letting you strip him of his clothes, leaving his pants and huge heavy boots on the floor. As he stepped into the shower, he dragged you with him behind the old plastic curtains full of holes, and your nightgown got drenched within a couple of seconds, water pouring over your head. You didn’t protest anymore, knowing the man wouldn’t let you go until he blew off some steam, pushing you into a wet stone wall and wrecking you ass till you started sobbing - he loved when you squeezed his fat cock with your pussy, but Heisenberg couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, leaving his child to be endlessly tortured by that holy bitch until she turned his baby into some fucking monster doll. Sometimes he could buy some condoms from the Duke, but it was still a rare occasion, so most of the time Heisenberg spent using your other holes, filling you to the brim with his cum until he felt satisfied.

"Wearing that white nightgown like some noble slut from Alcina's castle." he growled into your ear from behind, grinding against your ass, his callous fingers gripping your hips as he forced you spread your legs for him. "Did you do it on purpose, baby? Did you want to bounce on my cock so bad?"

Turning your head to him, you didn't get a chance to speak up when the man crashed his mouth into yours, his arm lifting up the drenched fabric of your nightgown and baring your flesh. Landing a loud smack to your ass, he grinned through the kiss: he loved it when you behaved well around him, taking whatever he was giving you like a good girl you were.

You didn’t mind. At first the thought of him touching you had been giving you panic attacks and nausea, but as years flew by, nothing changing in this Hell of a place where sanity was a privilege, you clung to Heisenberg in a desperate attempt to feel human again - even if it was something as primitive as grinding your bodies against each other.

As he rubbed his cock in between your shaking thighs pressed together, you moaned, the water cascading down your bodies while Heisenberg fondled your breasts, biting and nipping his way down your neck.

"You're going nowhere until I fuck the shit out of you."

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Breathing in the smell of his Cuban cigars, you watched Heisenberg smoke as he laid close to you, his naked body barely covered by a blanket: his skin was littered with nasty scars, and it seemed like every centimeter of it had once been burned, cut or bitten. Some of them were so old you could barely see them, others relatively knew where the scar tissue was still angry red and thick: most of the time he got them while working on his personal army down there, but with his regenerative abilities they were like a kitten bite to him. Of course, even of they weren't, Heisenberg would still pretend like it was nothing, wearing his shit-eating grin.

"The holy whore is up to something," he says after long minutes of silence, ash falling to the floor from his cigar, "and I don't like that I know fucking nothing of her plans."

You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother. You couldn't call him sane, but he had enough sanity to remember what Miranda did to all of you and how fucking twisted was her desire to have a family. You weren't her children, regardless how many times Moreau was going to call her his mother. Whatever she did to you or those miserable villagers, her cannon fodder, she did only to revive her real daughter, and the thought had been making you sick since the times Heisenberg told you about Miranda's past.

"You think it's something big?"

"Yeah. She keeps disappearing into thin air, and I can't find a trace of her anywhere at all."

You grew silent, staring at the blanket with empty eyes: it certainly wasn't a good sign. Where was she going if even Heisenberg couldn't locate her? Was she crossing the forest to get to the outer world? The last time it happened she brought to the world one more horrifying monster with a face of a little girl. The only thing you knew about her was that she was destroyed a couple of years ago, just a failed experiment like all those Miranda had been involved in.

"I think she partners up with someone, some organization that can give her what she wants like, you knew, she did before." You muttered, and Heisenberg stared at you, narrowing his frightening light eyes.

"With whom could the old bitch partner?"

"I don't know, but I know she brought someone with her, willingly or not."

Now you had his full attention as he turned to you, his eyes burning a hole in your face. "Who did she bring here? How the fuck do you know?"

Rolling over to your stomach and hugging a pillow - a real pillow you got from the Duke a month ago, not that pile of garbage the man had been sleeping on for ages - you let out a loud sigh. You weren’t eager to go exploring the factory even though you knew where his soldiers were, but you couldn't just stay in his room for the rest of your days, and sometimes you would get out for a couple of hours, wandering empty corridors with rusted doors.

At first it was subtle. You knew this place well, but you couldn't sense monsters or people getting in the way Miranda did even after Cadou implantation. You just wandered the same places over and over, collecting semi-precious stones, bullets and other things you could trade for something with a merchant. As the time flew by, the feeling of uneasiness was washing over you as you stepped into certain rooms, got into certain places. There was nothing peculiar there, nothing that would catch your attention, but something was still eating you up as if you knew something wasn't right.

At one point you realized that what disturbed you were things moving from their original places - changes were small, barely noticeable for someone who didn't spend hundreds of hours walking around here, but you could know put your finger on what was wrong. Who was it? You knew it weren't the Lords who had no business here. Besides, the Master of Metal could always feel their presence. Obviously, it weren't humans from the village for whom the factory was sacred, and monsters possessed too little intelligence to put things on their places in the very same order. You thought it could be Mother Miranda, but she wouldn't be sneaky if she really wanted to show Heisenberg his place.

Now it all made sense. You knew the outer world would learn about this place sooner or later, especially after that monster girl incident, and it only proved the idea Miranda brought someone with her.

"I think it's someone smart, Karl. Someone who will either destroy Miranda or try to take control of her - and us, maybe." You said after telling him about your little adventures, and the man smirked, stroking your back. Of course, after her little Eveline had been released into the world, he had thoughts about other organizations having their fair share of Megamycete,

“Someone we can use against her, then.” He whispered, his eyes dark and perceptive as he leant closer, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, his complacency getting back as he sent you a smug grin, slapping your ass loudly. “Good job, little monster. Good job.”

Rolling you over on your back, he got on top of you, pushing your legs apart and licking his lips at the sight of your naked pussy right in front of him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“I’ve forgot to tell you baby," he grinned at you when you squirmed from his touch, his thumb already tracing tiny little circles against your clit. “I’ve got a rubber, so you better milk me dry with that sweet little cunt of yours.”

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mviswidow · 3 years

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watching your hands

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Prompt: OMFG *peeks* ur reqs are open? are u comf with r being into pottery andd iss touch starved asf so when nat comes home finally, she hugged r from behind and peppers her with kisses and bites on her neck. nat would also reprimand r to just focus on pottering while u know ehe she would yeah yeah - 🍓🧃⛓

A/N: i’ve been dying to write this since i got the request omfg also i took like one pottery class in summer camp like years ago so let’s pray i remember how this works

You rolled your neck in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the tension built up there before pressing back down on the pedal to get your wheel spinning again. The quiet Mamma Mia soundtrack you had playing was helping to keep you from getting too stressed.

You were almost done throwing the mug you were making Natasha when you heard a door down the hall open, and you knew that she’d soon come to find you.

You were right, and smiled to yourself when you heard her close the door and bring a chair behind you, putting her arms at your waist and kissing the back of your neck.

You shiver involuntarily, which makes her laugh and you roll your eyes, despite her not being able to see you.

“I missed you,” you murmured when her hands rub up and down your thighs in a way that seemed innocent, but you knew she was teasing.

Nat smiled against your neck and squeezed one of your legs, “I bet you did.”

You shook your head, holding back a giggle. You leaned forward after turning down the wheel to grab a rib so you could smooth the outside of the mug. Natasha moved her hand up to grope you unexpectedly and your hand jolted forward, making the clay collapse and you whined loudly, “Natty, now I have to start all over.”

She apparently thought it was very amusing because you could hear her hold back a laugh as she apologized, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll behave.”

You wet the clay again and formed it into a lump, speeding the wheel up again and centering it it quickly before creating a dimple in the center with your thumb and pressing down slowly to get the middle to open up.

You felt Natasha’s chin on your shoulder and you knew she was watching you now. She adored watching you throw. You knew it was because of your hands, she’d complained once that you were teasing her to make it look hot on purpose, but you had her pull up a random pottery video on youtube to see that everyone did it the same way.

Nat would get giddy when you told her she was going to make something, but she’d do her best to play it off and let you go into the small pottery studio in your house alone before following you in a few short minutes later, which was her way of failing in not seeming eager.

You opened the well further with your thumb by pressing outwards, making it deeper and finishing up the base of your mug. You suddenly felt Natasha’s hot breath on the crook of your neck and before you knew it she was slowly peppering your neck with kisses, and you were sure her eyes were still trained on your hands.

You took a steadying breath as you started to pull the clay upwards, though it was proving difficult for you to keep your mind on what you were doing when she bit down on your neck before soothing the skin with her tongue. You whimpered at that, drawing in a sharp breath and she rubbed circles on one of your thighs with her thumb.

“What happened to behaving?” you asked, thinning the edges and bringing the clay up further.

“What are you making?” she mumbled, avoiding your question.

“Uh, it’s a mug for you, since you dropped your old one,” you answered, referring to the toaster incident you’d had earlier in the week, when Natasha had her mug resting on the corner of the kitchen island and knocked it off when the bread in the toaster popped up and startled her.

“Well aren’t you just the sweetest?” she hummed, now switching to the other side of your neck and starting to leave a hickey.

Your hand twitched as she did so, and you were lucky enough to have been reaching in rather than pulling. Nat tutted from behind you and bit your earlobe gently, “Stay focused, pretty girl. We don’t want any more mistakes, do we?”

“N-No,” you stuttered, which caught you by surprise.

You sighed softly and got back to work, doing your best to distract yourself from your currently evil girlfriend’s open mouth kisses on your shoulders and the occasional nips at your skin.

“Is this a good size, babe?” you asked quietly, pulling your hands away and momentarily slowing the wheel by relieving the pedal of most of the pressure your foot was putting on it.

Nat nodded against you and kissed the side of your head, “It’s perfect, kotenok. Thank you.”

You smiled proudly as you grabbed the rib again, “You’re very welcome.”

You worked diligently, trying to be quick and careful before Natasha could sabotage you again, though you didn’t think she really would. Nat was singing along to the song that was playing, which calmed you as you smoothed out the rim of the mug.

Finally, you trimmed the excess clay at the bottom and used your wire to disconnect the mug from the wheel and nudged Natasha, who knew you were done but was reluctant to get up, “Up, baby. C’mon, I’ve gotta move this.”

She grumbled, but drew back and moved her chair to where she found it before leaning against a counter as she watched you move the mug to a mat.

You washed your hands in the sink and took your apron off with a sigh, flexing your hands as you walked over to Nat and wrapped your arms around her waist, letting her pull you into her.

“Thank you for keeping me company, Tasha.”

“Of course, malyshka. I can’t stand not being around my best girl.”

#natasha romanoff is unlabeled #there i said it and i stand by it #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #wlw #sapphics #marvel #mcu #scarlett johansson #scarjo

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luxaofhesperides · 3 years

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stealing clothes

college au ft. domestic joongdok. i am so predictable.

also on ao3.

Kim Dokja is extremely lucky to have Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate. Not just because Yoo Joonghyuk is the campus heartthrob and Kim Dokja is the one who gets to see him everyday, and not because Yoo Joonghyuk is the perfect house husband, cleaning and cooking because he banned Kim Dokja from doing both.

While both those things are nice, the best part about having Yoo Joonghyuk as his roommate is stealing his shirts.

Not to do anything weird! They’re just… comfortable.

He even got permission! For the first few, at least.

It all starts because Yoo Joonghyuk was going to throw out perfectly good shirts that have been worn and washed enough to become soft, the type of softness that even the most high quality shirts can’t capture. They weren’t dirty, or torn, just old. So Kim Dokja protests this and tries to get Yoo Joonghyuk to keep them, only for him to scowl and throw the shirts at him.

“You keep them then,” he said, then left. And Kim Dokja did.

He’s well aware that wearing his hot roommate’s shirts might be (is) weird, so he only wears them on long nights when he needs some extra comfort to get him through his last assignments, or when Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t home. He never wears them when Yoo Joonghyuk might see. He’d rather die.

And because his wonderful roommate is out for the night, no doubt at a party celebrating his latest gaming tournament win, Kim Dokja is settled in for a long night of reading, curled up on the couch in one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s old shirts. It’s long enough to reach down past his thighs, so he doesn’t bother wearing pants, and a blanket over his shoulders helps with the chill his exposed collarbones bring.

The apartment is quiet, most people out or sleeping, and the latest update of his favorite web novel is a long one. And should he get hungry, there’s dinner in the fridge, courtesy of Yoo Joonghyuk who is very determined to get Kim Dokja eating more regularly.

It’s been too long since he was able to be so relaxed and comfortable. No urgent deadlines, no projects to stress about, no tests in the near future hanging over his head like a guillotine.

He’s so comfortable that halfway through the chapter he’s reading, Kim Dokja begins nodding off. The living room is gradually getting darker as the sun begins to set, and he sees no reason why he shouldn’t take a nap; his sleep schedule is fucked anyways, a little rest won’t hurt him at all.

The sound of the door opening rouses him.

Distantly, Kim Dokja hears a lock click and a heavy sigh, but half-awake, he can’t be sure if it’s real or part of a dream.

He opens sleep-heavy eyes to a dark living room; he must have been sleeping for a few hours, long enough for the sun to fully set and the moon to shine brightly. His entire body feels heavy and slow.

Slowly, Kim Dokja sits up, the blanket falling off his shoulders to pool around his hips. He stretches his arms up above his head, arching his spine a bit, drawing out the stretch as he shakes off the last of his nap.

Behind him, someone chokes.

Startled, Kim Dokja drops his arms and turns to see Yoo Joonghyuk standing in front of the hallway, staring at him with wide eyes. He’s… shirtless. Kim Dokja quickly looks away.

“When did you get back?” he asks, trying to break the strange tension that suddenly fills the apartment.

Yoo Joonghyuk is silent for a few moments before Kim Dokja hears him step closer. “Just a few minutes ago. I thought you were asleep.”

“I was. Is it late?”

The light turns on suddenly and Kim Dokja winces, blinking to clear the spots from his vision.

“It’s only nine.”

Huh. He wasn’t asleep for too long then. He feels the couch dip and looks up to see Yoo Joonghyuk sitting right next to him instead of anywhere else on their rather large couch. He’s staring at Kim Dokja’s chest, which makes him shift uncomfortably.

He glances down to see what has Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention. There’s no stains or anything…

Then his heart stops for a solid minute. He’s wearing Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt. And Yoo Joonghyuk knows it’s his old shirt because it’s way too big for Kim Dokja!

Please don’t bring it up, Kim Dokja mentally begs, trying to send the plea into Yoo Joonghyuk’s head.

“Isn’t that one of my old shirts?” he asks. Telepathy has failed. Kim Dokja changes to Plan B which is Fake His Death And Start A New Life.

“Uh. Yeah. You gave it to me,” Kim Dokja answers, hoping Yoo Joonghyuk won’t think he’s weird and kick him out. He’s not willing to give up the best roommate he’s ever had! He just can’t go back to living with the worst people in existence, who treat him horribly and steal his things. He just can’t.

“I’ve never seen you wear them,” Yoo Joonghyuk says instead of demanding that Kim Dokja move out.

“I don’t wear them often.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes dart farther down. “You’re also not wearing pants.”

Kim Dokja pulls the blanket over his legs and tries to pretend Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t just say that. “Well, you’re not wearing a shirt! You’re only wearing…” he trails off, finally letting himself look at Yoo Joonghyuk. Those sweatpants look familiar. They look just like the ones he thought he lost months ago. “...Isn’t that mine?”

“...Our laundry must have gotten mixed up.”

That’s a lie. Yoo Joonghyuk is not one to mix up their laundry. They’ve never accidentally taken each other’s clothes.

Kim Dokja smiles and Yoo Joonghyuk looks away, his ears turning red. “Joonghyuk-ah,” he says sweetly in a way that Yoo Joonghyuk knows is a threat.

“I don’t see why I can’t have some of your clothes if you have mine.”

“My clothes don’t fit you! And besides, isn’t it strange for us to be sharing clothes?”

“No. You should wear my clothes more often. You look good in them.”

Kim Dokja has no response to that. He freezes, then ducks his head, trying to hide his quickly warming cheeks.

Yoo Joonghyuk, the bastard that he is, doesn’t let Kim Dokja hide. He wraps an arm around Kim Dokja’s waist and pulls him closer, hard enough to send him falling against his side. “Stop being so shy and wear my shirts while I’m around.”

“Shut up. Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?”

“I got bored and left early. I prefer being here with you.”

“Don’t think sweet talking is going to make me forget about you stealing my sweatpants.”

“Oh?” Yoo Joonghyuk runs a large hand down Kim Dokja’s spine, making him shiver. “What should I do then?”

“Nothing!” Kim Dokja hits his chest, but makes no moves to put any space between them. He is not going to be thinking about why. “Anyways, aren’t you tired? You should go to sleep since you spent hours at that tournament. Congratulations on another win, by the way.”

Smiling, Yoo Joonghyuk leans closer, forcing Kim Dokja to bend back a bit, putting more of his weight on Yoo Joonghyuk’s arm. “You were watching?”

“I always watch when you compete. What’s the point of having a popular gamer for a roommate if I can’t brag about him?”

Without another word, Yoo Joonghyuk collapses on top of him, crushing him against the couch.

“Hey!” Kim Dokja flails, then smacks Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. “What’s that for!”

“You’re right, I am tired.”

“Then go to bed!”

Yoo Joonghyuk tightens his grip on Kim Dokja’s waist, then nuzzles into his neck. The feeling of his hair brushing against his neck makes Kim Dokja shiver, not quite tickling him but just enough to have the sensation send sparks down his spine.

He sighs softly, and feeling it against his skin brings a deep blush to Kim Dokja’s cheeks. “I’d prefer to stay here for the night,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. Kim Dokja grumbles about being squished beneath the heavy weight of his body, but ultimately decides to indulge himself and stay.

They stay like that, sleeping on the couch, all through the night. They both wake with stiff necks in the morning, but Kim Dokja doesn’t mind at all when it lets him stay in Yoo Joonghyuk’s embrace a little longer.

Things change after that.

Kim Dokja wouldn’t call them friends, per se. Not before That Night. Roommates, yes. Acquaintances who get along well, yes. Friends? No.

But now, he’s not too sure what to call their relationship. They live together so they have to spend some time together, but school keeps them both busy and Kim Dokja often spends his time at the library with Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah while Yoo Joonghyuk streams and goes to tournaments.

It’s more accurate to say they exist in the same space, than to say that they spend time together.

They get along well enough, which is why they’ve renewed their lease together for another year, but somehow, after That Night Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly… sticky.

He’s constantly making food for them. More so than before. He asks for Kim Dokja’s preferences instead of just silently handing him a plate?

Kim Dokja stares at the box of pasta in his hands. He doesn’t understand why he’s grocery shopping with Yoo Joonghyuk, but he’s gone with it for too long and can’t ask any questions now.

“Did you want pasta?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks, appearing behind him without warning. Kim Dokja jumps a little, then glares at him, annoyed by how amused he looks.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I can just buy instant noodles.”

Scowling, Yoo Joonghyuk grabs the box of pasta from his hands and adds it to the cart. “Absolutely not. I’ll make noodles for you later.”

“You can make noodles from scratch?”

“It’s not hard.”

Kim Dokja would marry Yoo Joonghyuk right that very second if asked. He also doesn’t understand why Yoo Joonghyuk is suddenly spoiling him, but he’s not going to question a good thing. He’s going to get as much as he can out of this, because who knows when it will end?

So he bumps his hip against Yoo Joonghyuk’s with a smile as they walk down the aisle, and asks, “Can we get ice cream?”

Yoo Joonghyuk does not answer for a long minute, then glances at Kim Dokja’s hopeful expression and sighs. “Fine.”

He really is getting spoiled.

Kim Dokja fully intends to use this knowledge for evil.

Another thing that’s changed: clothes.

Since Kim Dokja didn’t complain enough about his sweatpants being stolen before he fell asleep, Yoo Joonghyuk decided he could just take Kim Dokja’s most comfortable sweatpants and wear them whenever he wants. So what if he looks really good! They’re still Kim Dokja’s and he will hold this grudge for as long as he needs to.

He intends to steal more of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts as revenge, except he doesn’t need to steal anything. Because Yoo Joonghyuk just leaves his shirts in Kim Dokja’s room. So he wears them and tries not to get flustered when Yoo Joonghyuk stares at him each time he walks out of his room wearing something Yoo Joonghyuk left him.

It’s a losing battle.

On the bright side, he no longer has to hide it. It’s still embarrassing, but he’s getting more and more used to lounging in the living room in Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirts.

The hungry look Yoo Joonghyuk gives him is also nice to see.

Kim Dokja may be the king of denial, but even he can’t lie to himself with how obvious Yoo Joonghyuk is being. Nor can he pretend that he isn’t doing this for that exact reason, or spending more time at the apartment to be with him.

They’re both pushing in little ways, but it’s not enough for him to be willing to push their relationship out of the cloud of ambiguity its currently in.

Before he knows it, half his closet is Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothes, and he has to go to Yoo Joonghyuk’s room to grab a pair of sweatpants to study in because all of them got stolen. The rude bastard really has no shame.

“Why don’t we just keep our clothes in the same room?” Yoo Joonghyuk suggests after Kim Dokja complains to him about this.

“Whose room?”

“Mine. Just take all your things into my room. I’ll make space for you.”

And so Kim Dokja suddenly finds himself sharing a room with Yoo Joonghyuk. And then sharing a bed. And then waking up with him to his absurdly early alarm.

They’re not dating, and he says as much to Han Sooyoung when talking about this; she just rolls her eyes and calls him and idiot for not realizing what’s going on.

She has absolutely no room to talk, being in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Yoo Sangah instead of just asking her out on a date like normal people would.

They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja leans into him when they watch a movie together after rejecting a party invite. They’re not dating, but Yoo Joonghyuk kisses his cheek each morning before he gets up to make breakfast. They’re not dating, but Kim Dokja will settle into Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap while wearing nothing but one of his shirts to finish a reading for one of his classes.

They’re not dating, but he certainly wants to.

However, Kim Dokja would sooner pass away then actually talk about his feelings, so he bottles it up, greedily hoards all the affection he gets from Yoo Joonghyuk, and hopes he makes his move soon because Kim Dokja is starting to get impatient.

In the meantime, he’ll steal another shirt and pretend he didn’t do it on purpose just to get Yoo Joonghyuk to look at him.

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #joongdok #orv fic #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #my writing

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byuntrash101 · 3 years

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Incubus: Coming of Age (Part 2)

Pairing: Incubus!Baekhyun x You

Genre: fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: plot (typical me), demon boy (incubus), monstrous cock (like ya ain't ready), breeding kink, oral (f & m), overstimulation, breath play, dirrrty talk and more~

Raiting: 18+ (21+ it's even steamier than the 1st one 🙈)

Word count: 5.7k (the bock got me inspired haha)

Summary: Baekhyun left an indelible mark on you that one night. But the thing is it was a year ago! and that damn demon never came back... Maybe you should just forget about him... Well only maybe of course ;)

Part 1

General Masterlist

Hey guys this is the final part of this very steamy two shot ^^ I hope you guys will also like it. Please tell me what you think ^^

Tag list @lovebuginlove @ohh-baekhyun @bobohumyonlyboo @smolbeanmika @making-me-blush @wooya1224 @yixing-jaehyun @baekklove @lalalala-lav @deligxt @xofanfics @byunsugar @dixnysustae @to-all-the-stories-i-love @artisticcgroove

...To a Man

How am I supposed to go back to a normal life after that?

Well in fact... you didn't. It was over a year later and Baekhyun never came back. Every night you were hoping that somehow, he would come visit you again. But every night you laid in your bed disappointed, actually, even worse: frustrated.

Because after that fateful night you never touched yourself to your handsome boss Doctor Park Chanyeol again. Actually, you completely lost interest in him. Sure, he was still very handsome and gentlemanly but you just... didn't care anymore.

To be completely exact you didn't touch yourself to Chanyeol, but you still did have intimate sessions with yourself... Well, you tried at least. Because nothing, NOTHING... came close to what you felt when Baekhyun took care of you that night. Actually, you knew no human being, no simple mortal could possibly fuck you that way. It's not something a being of flesh and blood can do... It's something only an unholy creature could do, something only a demon could make you feel.

So, every time you succumbed to the urge of relieving yourself by letting your fingers play with your folds it ended in either, a complete failure where you couldn't even drive yourself to your peak or a lukewarm, disappointing and frustrating orgasm...

A whole year...

A whole year spent fantasizing about a teenage demon that only used you to pass a stupid exam then vanished from your reality without failing to completely shatter your whole world...

So yeah... it sucked...

You sighed to yourself, staring at the same old ceiling of your room. It was one of those nights where the tension was just too much, but you didn't feel like going through the hassle of actually pleasuring yourself knowing damn well it was going to be temporary and frankly dissatisfying.

You turned to your side, determined to chase off the frustration by getting some good sleep. Exhausted you drifted pretty quickly into a deep slumber.

But the sleep was anything but good... You found yourself covered in sweat, wrestling in your sheets, engrossed in a fever dream. Not much of it made sense but you felt like hands were roaming your body, like an usually warm embrace was enveloping your form, you felt like rugged flesh was lapping at your ear. You heard like jerky breaths, lowly grunts, like an unnaturally deep voice talking to you...

Missed me... Kitten?

"Baekhyun?!" you shouted as you sat up in your bed, eyes snapping open.

You looked around in a slight panic, your night gown clamped to your sweaty skin and your chest heaving up and down.

"Fuck" you cursed yourself under your breath, disappointed when you realized your mind played tricks on you again... You're just here alone in your room, soaked in frustration... and arousal.

"God damn it" your curse again as you slip your night gown over your head and kick the covers off your heated skin. You are left naked on top of your bed. Immediately the cold air sends goosebumps on your humid skin, hardening your nipples.

You let you fingers slip to the crux of the problem. You know there's only one way to finally be able to chase away the memory of Baekhyun, even if it's only for tonight.

The cold fingers on your drenched heat draw a sharp breath off your lips. You're so excited about this stupid fever dream, so excited about him that only a few rubs already have you with your toes curled up in pleasure. You fist your sheets tightly.

"Aaaah... Baekhyun" you softly moan his name. With eyes closed shut, you try to recall the way he felt inside you, the way his eyes glowed red, the way his low voice sent shivers down your spine...

Oh... Kittennn~...

It was like you could hear him... you gave no rest to your sensitive and throbbing nub...

"Baekhyun I'm gonna cum" you whisper to yourself. Pleasure slowly taking over your entire body. You slip a finger inside your drenched heat to aid yourself to your peak a little quicker. Then another one. You aim directly for your sensitive spot and you feel yourself tightly clenching around your fingers. You're so close... so soclose.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

This time...There's no doubt.

Your eyes snap open again as you stop what you were doing and you are met with Baekhyun staring you down at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eyes already wavering with a tint of red.

But for a second you doubt. Is it really him? You can't help but to ask yourself. He looks so different. Sure, the spare shaped black tail still loosely dangles behind him but other than that his whole aura changed. The boyish features are completely gone. Instead, he looks broader, like more muscular. His plain black tee is tightly hugging his fit and toned body, making it easy for you to see abs peaking from underneath the constrictive fabric, abs you can't recall from the previous visit. His matching jeans let you see through their rips his smooth silky skin and generous thighs... But the most noticeable change is definitely his horns. The cute 10 cm (4in) tall skin-colored horns were replaced by huge 30cm (1ft) long ones. They were directly sprouting in a spiral from his forehead and stood proud on top of his head. Their base was black but as they went up it faded to a dark and deep blood red.

Overall, he looks so much more mature...

He isn't a boy anymore... he's a man.

"Baekhyun?" you start hesitantly as the demon already slips beside you in bed. "Is that really you?" you can't help but to ask.

"Yes... Kitten... It's me" he whispers in the low voice you missed so much. Bringing his lips close to your ear and you feel his rough tongue lap at your sweet spot, the familiar sensation draws a shaky breath out of you. For a minute you don't say anything you're just there, under his spell as he plays with you. In the midst of all this you didn't even notice you were stark naked, or maybe you just didn't care. You don't want to protest quite frankly, you let him do, you let him gently nibble at your bare collarbones and plant gentle kisses on your neck. You let him because... that's what you've been waiting for... For a whole fuckingyear.

But then you shake your head, snapping out of it... You leave his side taking the sheets to wrap around your naked body and get up, knowing that his soft kisses keep you from thinking rationally.

"Baekhyun..." you turned your eyes back to him "you changed so much". He chuckled and the red glow faded to slowly disappear as he gets up.

"Yes... I know, a lot can change in 12 years..." he casually says while stepping closer to you.

Wait... What?!?!

"What 12 years? No, it was just last year" you correct him, and he takes your hands in his slender black stained fingers.

"Maybe to you... but not to me" You suddenly recall the demonic blood moon years... Maybe that's what he meant... "I'll be turning 30 this May."

Your jaw drops... how was that even possible?! But then again, here you are questioning the passing of time for an.... Incubus... so what's crazier really?

"You remember what I told you about breeding?" Baekhyun's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Yes... that it is an incubus sole purpose, right?" you say absent mindedly, still dazed at the situation. But you're brought back to the present moment when Baekhyun squeezes your hands tightly and dives in your gaze with his piercing dark brown orbs.

"Yes, I came back for that..." he leans in and you instinctively lean your head back giving him unconditional access to your neck. Baekhyun's voice goes down an octave again, lips only millimeters away from your ear. "I came back for you..." he whispers before he licks around your sweet spot, making your heart loudly thump in your chest and your toes curls on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You bite your lip trying to restrain your voice.

"I'm going to breed you" his voice is hypnotizing, "You will bare my children and bring them into the world" You can't even wrap your mind around what he's saying, "I chose you, y/n. I only want you" His voice his putting a spell on you. "I can fuck any women I want but..." his hand is now wrapped around your nape, and the other one gently pulls on the sheets that you let fall to the ground without resistance.

"Baekhyun what do you mean?" you ask in a jerky whisper, only focusing on his hot breath on your ear. He ignores your question.

"I need your approval to breed you, y/n..." His blunt nails grazed against the naked skin of your lower back, you start to softly moan, you're completely wrapped around his fingers. "So, say yes, y/n... Say yes Kitten" he says before his large palms grope your butt cheeks closing in the last centimeters that were left between his clothed body and your naked one, sending radiating heat from your core to your entire body.

What are you supposed to reply? Are you supposed to say no? How could you do such a thing after waiting for him for a whole year, everyday growing a little more desperate, a little more frustrated... How could you possibly say no, when his hands were roam your body like they have always known you. When he whispers with that voice in your ear. When minutes ago, you would have given anything to have another night with him...

You... just...

Can't.

"Okay..." you whispered ever so quietly, barely audible even for your own ears.

You feel Baekhyun's cheek lift against yours as he smiles. When he pulls back, you can see his pointy teeth glistening under the full moon, like they did a year ago, he's wearing the same evil smirk that you know so well, or maybe this time he's even more devious...

Fuck...

Right there something snaps, something changes. When Baekhyun looks back the red glow in his eyes is more intense than ever, his expression is wicked. Lust dancing in his dark orbs as he licks his lips with appetite.

You don't even notice the red glow around your naked form before you feel your feet being lifted from the ground. Baekhyun smirks at the confusion plastered on your face. His magic makes you levitate and harshly throws you on the bed, almost smashing your heard on the headboard. You should be stunned but the scene taking place right before your eyes keeps you conscious and focused.

The red glow now circles Baekhyun and in a fraction of second his clothes are gone. Not dropped to the floor, just gone. They completely vanished. And he stands right before you in all his glory. You can't help but to let your eyes trail his body.

His sharp jawline, long narrow neck, his collarbones. The muscles of his pecs and arms moving and mesmerizing you. The dangling black tail. The toned abs already lightly sparkling with sweat.

Then your eyes finally go below the waist band.

You do remember the enormous… thingBaekhyun fucked you with last time. How could you forget? You could never. That's why you know for a fact that this thing right there in front of you, rock hard, lightly twitching and oozing precum at the slit, is actually bigger.

Your jaw drops to the floor. The veiny and pulsing monstrous cock is as lengthy as your thigh and as thick as a soda can. When you look closely it seems like the sides are beaded. Your heart jumps in your chest. Because you know that huge ass cock is made for pleasure. Tingles start to bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you unconsciously press your thighs together.

Baekhyun can't help but to smirk when he notices fear and anticipation swim in your confused eyes.

He steps closer to you.

"Oh Kitten" he starts as he crawls in bed to you. The wicked smirk still dancing on his lips, red glowing eyes fixed on you. "We're going to have so much fun."

Then with the familiar flick of his wrist your legs fly open at his will. You gasp in surprise. And Baekhyun's smirk goes wider when he notices how your folds glisten with juices.

"Kitten look at you..." He says gesturing his chin towards your most private part. "You're always so wet for me" his low voice send shivers down your spine as embarrassment rush to your cheeks. But the spell maintains your legs nice and spread out for him.

Baekhyun leans in closer to your drenched heat teeth and tongue out.

You gasp loudly arching your back when you feel his rugged tongue aiming directly for your clit. Still very sensitive from almost cumming a few minutes ago.

"Mmmmh... Kitten you taste even better than last time" he purrs, lips pressed to your core, the vibrations sending electricity in your body.

Baekhyun takes his sweet time gently lapping at and around your nub to tease you, while cascades of juices flow out of your impatient center. You can't endure the teasing anymore, not after all this time, not after a whole year. You unconsciously buck your hips up, grinding your pussy on his tongue while a tiny pleading whimper escapes your lips.

Baekhyun stops in his track. You're taken aback when glowing red eyes look back up at you and he shakes his head fainting disappointment. But the smirk is quick to comeback.

"Baby" his warm breath fans your delicate parts. "Don't be so fucking greedy" he says before sinking his pointy white teeth in the sensitive little bud. The sting pulls a scream out of you while you grip the sheets. Immediately after Baekhyun's tongue plunges inside your hungry little hole, reaching the deepest part right away. At an alluring speed, his long tongue comes in and out of you, each time poking your sweet spot. Your loud moans echo through the empty night, the familiar knot, quick to tighten again after this much teasing.

"Baekhyun don't stop" you plead, feeling your release coming. Baekhyun's red orbs sill fixed in yours while his tail lazily dangles behind him.

The incessant stimulation of your g-spot got you clenching around his long and rugged tongue while you finally cum, letting go of the knot. You scream in absolute bliss.

That's it... this feeling... The sensation you've been craving.

"Fuckkkk" You cry out.

Baekhyun parts himself from your throbbing center for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high at your own pace. Your chest is heaving up and down, sweat is pearling between your breasts.

"Baby, don't think it's over just yet" he says smirking again. "I have so much more in store for you..."

Right then, you still haven't fully recovered and Baekhyun dives down to your soaked folds again, but this time his hot and wet tongue only focusses on you swollen nub. You scream out in surprise and pleasure. Immediately your back arches again.

His tongue somehow feels like vibrations, the feeling is intense and suffocating, and you know you won't be slow be thrown into another strong orgasm again. Your hand instinctively flies to Baekhyun's hair, resting in between his two horns, fingers harshly pulling at his luscious raven black locks.

"Is Kitten cumming again?" he says with a mouthful.

You can't even process an answer as the crushing orgasm washes over you again, excessive amounts of your arousal coating your tights and linking your center to the sheets. You moan out with no restrain, making no effort whatsoever to keep your voice down.

When he's done Baekhyun sits back up on the bed. You don't even notice how he strokes his huge monstrous pole in his fist.

"Kitten, I hope you're not tired yet..." you jumped when you felt is unnaturally hot tip glide against your folds. "Because it’s my turn now"

He shimmied his way to your parted thighs. Like last time he rested his cock on your stomach to measure it up to you. Now there's no doubt the thing is much much bigger than last time. A year ago, it reached to your midriff, now the red tip is comfortably placed between your boobs. In a sort of trance, you wrap your hands around it, the both of them can barely circle the girth of his dick. It's huge... Abnormally long and terrifyingly thick... but you can't wait to feel the thing inside you.

Baekhyun smirks when he notices you eyeing his member with burning desire. He pulls his hips back and aligns himself at your entrance. His tip teases you as you bite your lip, gathering your wetness for a smooth crossing.

"Look at me Kitten" your eyes shoot back to Baekhyun's glowing orbs. "Look at me while I make you take my cock" You let a tiny whimper out when you feel him pushing himself inside you. The tip gently and slowly parting you. Baekhyun grunts in your ear.

"Fuck Kitten, you're so tight for me baby" he breaths out in his low voice.

With every centimeter it gets better and better, you feel no pain at all only divine pleasure. You feel each one of the beads along his shaft, each one more pleasing than the last. Last time just that one slow stroke made you cum. And you know, history won't fail to repeat itself.

"I'm gonna cum" you whisper in a strangled breath, your eyes still locked with Baekhyun's. His smirk goes wider at your frowned brows and trembling lip. But he keeps on steadily pushing his cock inside you, spreading you further and further.

"I know" he whispers before violently pushing the last few centimeters in. The unexpected and overwhelming pleasure washes over you as you sink your head back in the pillows, a long string of moan falling of your lips while your cunt twitches uncontrollably around Baekhyun, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

"Kitten" he says while pulling back slowly as you are still high from your climax. "I don't think you're ready for me" You difficulty open one eye to look at him and nod to contradict him. Baekhyun chuckles. "You think?" he asks popping his dick out of you while your walls desperately clench around nothing.

"Yes" you whisper, squirming, craving for him to fill you up again. "Yes, I missed you so much" the words roll of your tongue before you even realize it. Baekhyun lifts an eyebrow.

"Really Kitten? You missed me?" you nod again. "Well... you only waited for a year" you gasp as his hot tip circles your aching little nub before going back to your entrance. "I waited for 12 years" he says in an unnaturally low grunt.

He slams his hips into yours in one powerful and shattering thrust which sends you right back to screaming again. His movements are fast and precise each time he sends his big cock smashing against your g-spot. The pleasurable feeling is unbearable.

"Baekhyun... Aaaahh..." you moan his name, as you get dangerously close to the edge again.

"Yes, moan for me Kitten" he says through greeted teeth. "Aren't I a lot better than last time?" he pants out.

You can't believe it but it's true. You didn't think it was possible but yes. He got incredibly better at fucking you to the point that you're ready to pledge your pussy to him for eternity. For him only. You'd do anything to be fucked like this every day until your body eventually gives out from exhaustion.

"Yesss.... Aaaaah... fuck" You shout closing your eyes under the pleasure. Your loud and unrestrained moans make Baekhyun smirk.

"You're mine" he growls continuing to fuck you deep and hard. "Fucking look at me I told you" He plants his nails at the side of your face, making you wince and also open your eyes. The red glow is brighter than ever. "Say that you're mine" he commands.

"I'm yours" you whine locking eyes with him as the clenching of your cunt warns Baekhyun of how close you are.

"Kitten, are you gonna cum again?" he chuckles eyes locked into yours, furiously pumping his abnormally large cock inside your now shapeless hole.

"I'm gonna make you mine Kitten. I'm gonna pump you full of cum. Do you want that Kitten?"

"Yes please" You beg in a short breath, your release getting dangerously close.

"Good girl" He grunts getting close to your ear, his rugged tongued licking the shell of it. "Now cum. Cum around my big cock while I fill you up to the brink with hot cum."

The low whispers are enough to rocket you over the edge. You scream in absolute bliss, twitching around his huge cock as you feel the hot sticky liquid rushing into you and overflowing out. Just like last time the quantity is insane, testifying of Baekhyun’s demonic nature.

When Baekhyun finally slips out of you, you feel your heat meekly clench around nothing, already missing Baekhyun's monstrous cock.

You are left completely dazed, lying on the bed, eyes still rolled back in your head, focusing on the fading sensation of your peak.

You don't even notice when Baekhyun stands by the bed and you also don't notice how, contrary to last time, cumming has not calm him down. The "thing" is still alive and lively. In other words... he's far from done with you.

"Kitten I'm gonna fuck your face now"

You don't have time to process the meaning of those words that you are pulled by your arm. Your body is lying across the bed while your head is resting upside down on the edge of the mattress.

"Open wide Kitten" Baekhyun's hot and wet tip brushes against your lips. Almost out of instinct you open your mouth.

Baekhyun presses himself inside your narrow mouth. The stretch is excruciating, the thing is too big. Way too big for your tiny mouth and you barely manage to take the head of his dick inside your crowded mouth. Baekhyun grunts loudly, indulging in the feeling of stretching your cute little mouth to his convenience.

"Fuckkkk... y/n"

When he reaches the back of your throat he starts to slowly pull out, taking his cock completely out. You cease the opportunity to take a deep breath. Good call! Because the next second, Baekhyun goes back inside you but with much less care. He places both of his hands on your cheeks gripping your face tightly to facilitate the penetration.

He has no mercy for your poor sore throat, his powerful thrust silencing you except for the wet and sloppy sounds that your mouth makes.

"How does your cum and mine taste Kitten?" he grunts again.

His voice sends shivers across your skin, your eyes roll back as your pained pried open jaw gradually goes numb. You want to scream yes but you can't. You want more, more of this intoxicating taste taking over your mouth and clouding your mind.

"Fuckkkk... Kitten... You're gonna make me cum" He whispers, his voice conveys the feeling of his high getting closer. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth baby. You want that Kitten?" You only produce a gargled moan but Baekhyun knows how eager you are to taste more of him.

He fucks your face a little more before whispering

"Such a good girl for me"

Only instants after you feel the stream shoot to the back of your throat, instantly filling your mouth. So many squirts crash on the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue, some even go through your nose. The bitter taste invades you and your entire body, making your head dizzy.

When Baekhyun pulls out you hurriedly swallow a big mouthful of thick and hot cum before drawing a sharp -and much needed- breath.

Baekhyun gently strokes your cheeks.

"You're such a good girl for me Kitten" he says before laying back on the bed. His back is settled against the headboard. And your eyes go wide with stupor when you notice that...Still... The monster has not... calmed down.

You feel exhausted and drained out by all the orgasms you failed to count. You can't even move a muscle... even if you tried.

But you don't have to because once again your body is enveloped by a red glowing light. With that you are lifted in the air. Baekhyun's magic spread your legs into an impressive split, suspended above him while he patiently waits for you with his hands behind his head.

Beads of sweat formed on his chest and rolled down his toned abs. Sweat also sticking his bangs to his forehead and his horns. He's absolutely gorgeous, he has the kind of looks that nobody would ever be able to turn down... and especially not you.

But he looks everything but tired.

Slowly his magic lowers you down. You gasp when his hot tip brushes against your drenched folds.

"I just need more of you Kitten. Can you handle me?"

You want to respond but already the steady descent as you stretched out around his girthy cock. Making you whimper as a response. Slowly but surely Baekhyun makes you go down, cunt perfectly angled with his huge dick. Each centimeter, each bead going inside you, feeling like agonizing pleasure.

When you are halfway through the red light around your body goes off and he drops you to take the rest of him in one go. And it’s too much for you. The way his cock smashes into your sensitive sweet spot while Baekhyun has his glowing red orbs fixed on the place your bodies meet sends you into the abyss again. This time the pleasure is so intense that not only your needy cunt absolutely crushes Baekhyun's cock with uncontrollable spams but also gushes of your juices come out of you in powerful streams, drenching Baekhyun's muscular torso. Baekhyun smirks as he clicks his tongue and shake his head.

"Kitten... You came again with the very first stroke" he says fainting disappointment, taking pleasure in seeing you struggling, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open and toes curled up.

Then you feel yourself getting lifted again the red glow comes back around your figure. You whimper as you feel Baekhyun slide out of you. But right before the tip pops out, he smashes you back onto him. You arch your back as a delighted long string of moans escape your lips.

"Damn Kitten you're so tight" Baekhyun says through greeted teeth.

You can't even reply anything as he's already lifting you up with his magic. Each time he increases the pace until he has you jumping up and down his girthy length. The familiar knot tightens again.

"How good does my cock feel baby?" Baekhyun asks his red eyes fixed on you as he makes your boobs bounce.

"It's the best.... Baekhyun it's the best thing ever. I wanna be fucked like this every day" you answer in a delighted scream. It's visibly what Baekhyun wanted to hear as the evil twinkle in his eye intensifies.

"Yeah Kitten? You want that?" he grunts in the low voice you love so much, sending swarms of butterflies fly in your stomach. He goes faster again. The wet sounds of skin clashing bounce off the walls punctually interrupted by Baekhyun's grunts and your moans.

"I'm gonna c-" You want to announce but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"Not yet Kitten, this time you'll cum with me and when I tell you to" He makes you hover over his dick. Still, just above him. You squirm only wanting to be filled again.

"Say what you want Kitten"

"I want your cock Baekhyun" he raises in eyebrow. "Please" your pleads make Baekhyun smirk again.

"Yeah baby? Is that what you want?" he says as he slips the tip inside, the beaded shaft make you scream in bliss as Baekhyun slowly lowers you on his cock, legs spread wide, offering him the best view on your swollen and twitching cunt.

"Yes!!!" you scream while tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

But then Baekhyun's spade shaped tail swiftly wraps around your neck, the slick scales gliding on your skin send goosebumps in the nape of your neck. When the tail has made a full circle around your neck, Baekhyun suddenly tightens the grip.

"Then fucking take it" he smashes you onto his huge cock.

You open your mouth to scream but not a sound comes out. You are completely silenced. Only the wet and lewd sounds of your pussy can be heard as Baekhyun's tip touches the deepest part of you, forming a visible bulge inside your stomach. Tears of pure joy roll down your heated cheeks.

Baekhyun then goes back to his insane rhythm. Every time angling you just right to smash your sensitive spot. Gradually your mind goes blank as he fucks you furiously, your jaw hangs open and your eyes rolls back into their orbit.

"Look at me" Baekhyun whispers in his demonic low voice. Your eyes snap to him. "I'm gonna cum inside you" he continuous to whisper. You nod vigorously, cause you know it means he'll finally let you cum too. "With this one I'll make you mine. I'll impregnate you. I'll make your belly swell with my children" You nod again, streams of tears wetting your cheeks. The restriction of blood to your brain makes you see stars as the pleasure rises again to an unbearable level.

"Now cum. Cum for me Kitten" Baekhyun grunts.

You feel his cum flow into you, this last thing sends you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you ever felt, that's including the ones Baekhyun gave you in the past. This one is different. This one is too much. His big fat cock smashing into you, his drenched chest glistening, the dirty talk, the pet name, the commanding tone, the demonic voice, the tail around your neck, the thick and hot cum filling you up.

Your spread-out legs shake uncontrollably as Baekhyun leads you to completion. Just as you are on the verge of losing consciousness due to the air restriction but also the heavenly stimulation of your orgasm, Baekhyun loosens his tail around your narrow neck. A strangled scream escapes free of your sore throat as you are finally able to vocally express the immense pleasure you feel.

"Yes, that's it baby" Baekhyun purrs as he keeps you going up and down his length.

You cry out a long moan as your head is thrown back and your tongue hangs lose out of your mouth. Baekhyun slowly decreases the pace until it comes to a stop. He lifts you out one last time, as soon as his big member pops out of you, gallons of his cum flow out of you. Baekhyun lays you down gently next to him. Before linking his lips with yours and shoving his long and rugged tongue inside your mouth and you don't even notice the red glow marking you in the lower stomach region.

You lay there for you don't know how long, trying to gather your thoughts. You are completely drained, fucked beyond repair...

After a while Baekhyun stands back up.

"In three weeks, the children will be born" you difficulty open your eyes back to look at him. "I'll be back to take them... and you."

What?!?

"Wait... me? Also babies??? Plural?" so many questions shoot through your mind.

"Yes" Baekhyun says as he wipes himself with a piece of cloth he found. "I marked you as mine" It's only now that you notice the small drawing Baekhyun tattooed on you with his demonic magic. It's a language you can't comprehend.

"What is this?" you asked pointing to the tattoo.

"It means you are to be my wife". Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

"WHAT?" You yell, flabbergasted.

"Yes, you know what a succubus is right, female incubus? " you nod unable to speak one more word.

"Well, no succubus are born. Succubus are only made. They are human women chosen by incubus to become their wife and bring their heirs to the world."

You want to say something, but you only stutter nonsense.

"Over the next three weeks you will kiss your humanity goodbye. Horns will sprout out your forehead and you will grow a tail. Your magic energy will increase, and you will slowly be able to use different magic spells. In three weeks, I'll bring you to the magic realm where you will live with me. And serve me with your body..." Baekhyun marks a silence "and heart."

"But... you... I-" Baekhyun sits next to you on the bed and cups your cheeks to make your troubled eyes meet his.

"Wasn't that what you asked for?" He asked in the most honey toned voice, his darks orbs fixed into your unsure gaze. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip "Right Kitten?"

"Yes..." you whisper, hypnotized by his intense stare.

"Over the past year, your feelings for me bloomed, didn't they?" You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as Baekhyun's eyes were unwavering.

You didn't answer anything, but you didn't have to... Baekhyun knew exactly how to read you. Maybe because he felt the same way...

He got back up and with magic popped his clothes back on. Red smoke started to appear at his feet, gradually growing around him.

"I'll be back in three weeks... Wait for me Kitten, okay?" He said with that adorable boyish smile you haven't seen in a year, he winked at you before disappearing in the red smoke.

You rubbed your belly, where life had taken its domain. This time, you wouldn't have to try to go back to a normal life.

It was impossible anyway... and frankly you didn't want to.

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