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edupunkn00b · 1 year

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Arizona's Journal, Chapter 6: Sign Here, Please

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January 30, 2018

“And sign right there, Mr. Prince.” The intake nurse pointed to yet another little rectangle on the Kid’s admission form. His hand shook, starting his name with a jagged scrawl instead of its customary curlicues R.

He snuck a little glance at me, shame filling his eyes. “Keep me away from the ink needles,” he laughed, his joke falling flat. He nodded when the nurse flipped the page and pointed to another place for him to sign. “I didn’t have to sign anything last time.”

The nurse ignored his jokes. “Yes, Mr. Prince,” she nodded and flipped to the final page. “Your last visit with us was invol—“

“I’d let you ink me up anytime, Kid,” I interrupted. The Kid had already emptied his pockets, his phone, wallet, clove cigarettes—“I thought you quit these!”—all tucked safely in my backpack. They let him keep his sketchbook—heavyweight paper and glue top only—and his pastels.

When he’d been feeling a little better, in the middle of his first hospitalization, the Kid had flashed that grin and managed to convince the charge nurse to help him argue that, if crayons were permitted, then pastels should be, too. “They’re basically crayons for grown-ups, after all.” It helped that Dutch used the same word for each. And it helped when the first thing the Kid did with his new pastels was draw a portrait of each nurse and doctor in the place.

The policy change had stuck.

Since then, he’d started a predictable pattern. He’d get out, feeling good. Optimistic. We’d talk for hours about his designs, about his latest boyfriend. He’d start feeling so good he’d plan a trip out to Seattle and he and his brother would tear up the town. Once he’d even drug Roman and Janus out to the shop, pulling out all the stops to convince his brother to get a tattoo with him. The moment he and Janus had stepped into the shop, Janus froze and stared.

“Hi.” His legendary gift of gab had dissolved. I hadn’t known Remus planned to bring them by, but, really, when does the Kid plan much when he’s reveling with his brother? Even if I had, though, I would’ve guessed Janus had been too blind drunk to remember me from his Pride day street brawl with Chad and the other schmucks from Andrey's.

I’d been mistaken.

“Do you two know each other?” Roman grinned a little too broadly. He’d been in the shop before, but hadn’t come by in years. Not since the Kid left for Copenhagen.

“Yeah, Ro Bro!” If the Kid had noticed Janus’ hesitation, he didn’t let on. “Who do you think did Jannie’s flag?” he asked, pointing to the tiny picture on the wall. It was faded now, a victim of nearly twenty years of Seattle’s excuse for sunlight.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Ro’s smile softened and Janus shot me a quick look. I just nodded. you didn’t tell me this is where you got it!”

He shrugged and put on this suave air. “I hadn’t realized.”

In the end, the Kid hadn’t been able to convince his brother to get inked, but he did convince Janus to let me take a fresh picture of his. It was nice evidence of how well the lines had stood up over time.

“Thank you,” he’d murmured, letting Remus’ laughter and Roman’s exaggerated offense at some remark of his cover his words. “I… I wasn’t myself that day.”

“I get it. You think you’re the first person who’s looked for the cure to heartache at the bottom of a glass?”

He shook his head and pulled out a bright red sobriety chip. Five months. “No. It wasn’t even the first time for me.”

I could feel the Kid’s eyes on us but I didn’t look away from Janus. “I’m proud of you.” I closed my hand over his and nodded. For a split second, I thought he was offended, then his eyes got all misty and he put the chip away. He looked over to the brothers where they had their faces pressed to the glass, playing the license plate game with the foulest words they could come up with. The Kid was winning, but Roman was no slouch.

“They look so young together,” he whispered.

“They do.”

“Re’s so good for him,” he said, hiding a laugh at a particularly creative use of the letter ‘L.’

I patted his arm and tugged down his sleeve. “I was about to say the same thing about Roman.”

In the end, Remus got back on a plane, went back to Denmark, back to this wonderful life he’d built around the Roman-shaped hole he carried in his heart. Then, a few months later, the emptiness would get to him and we’d be back, filling out forms, collecting bootlaces and belts and pencil sharpeners.

It was approaching that time, and the Kid was moving slower. He’d walked in today. No EMT gurney, no wheelchair this time around. Just broken and still fighting. He’d shoved his hands in his pockets like he was looking for something and shuffled his feet. The first week was hard. No visitors, nothing but his meds. He’d made it before, though. He do it again.

A tuft of green fell over his forehead and I pushed it back like he really was a kid. LIke a kid, he smirked and dragged his curls back down into his eyes. I’d helped him dye his hair the day before, right after my flight landed. Neither of us knew how long this stint would be, but he wanted to start it looking like himself.

“I’ll be okay, Arizona” he whispered when I hugged him a little too tight. “And I’ll come see you.” His laugh came out like a sob and I hid my face so he wouldn’t see I was close to crying, too.

I nodded. “Yeah, I know. You got this.” He’d called me this time. Told me what he was thinking about. Told me what he needed. “You got this.”

“And Dino’s coming by next week, too.” He squeezed me back just as hard. “I won’t be alone.”

Instead of running, like the Kid’s depression was contagious, Dino had stepped up from boss to friend. Dino was the only reason I didn’t push harder for the Kid to come home. “Yeah.” I still pushed a little. “Are you sure you don’t want me to talk to Ro?” I asked again. He managed to hide most of the little flicker of annoyance at the question. “He’d jump on a plane the minute he—”

“When I’m better,” he said. It’s what he always said. “I don’t want him to see me like… like this.” He shook his wrist with the little lo-jack hospital band.

“Like you’re getting help?”

“Like I need help.”

“Oh, Kid.” It sucked trying to have a real conversation with him in front of half a dozen nurses and staff, but they were waiting for him and we all knew this was the moment he was most likely to turn around and skip out. They had his chart. “Do you ever wonder if he’s going through stuff, too? Shit he’s keeping from you because he doesn’t want you to know he’s struggling?”

He was quiet for a while, and he traced the edges of his ginkgo tattoo. Finally, he nodded. “When I get out,” he promised. “This time, I’ll call him.”

#Arizona's Journal #Arizona Tate - OC #ts remus #Remus Prince #ts roman #Roman Prince #ts janus #Janus Prince neé Pater #cw hospitalization #cw aa #cw alcoholism mention

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e-m-p-error · 9 months

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[ @hannah-the-small || Continued From Here || Gritt + Patch ]

[ Ozzie ]

"I'm happy to help." Ozzie offered with a genuine, if not concerned, smile, "Sorry it took me so long to get down here."

The last time he'd been invested in an imp that had needed hospice care, he'd had to do all of the spending himself. He had been Fizzarolli's only ticket to health, his only ticket to becoming any kind of whole again.

At least it seemed like Patch had some support in his brother.

"There anything you need, Honey? How you feeling?"

#And The Word On The Street Is That You Sleep With Everyone You Meet (σzzιє)#(Ozzie and Patch - Hannah-The-Small)#(Ozzie and Gritt - Hannah-The-Small)#cw injury #cw hospitalization

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robbyinthesun · 1 year

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CW: hospitalization, mental health in general

Hey my late night peepers, I've been kinda MIA for a few months and I was just discharged from the emergency department after a bit of a stay for the sake of my well-being. I've also been reflecting and I think my depression has been showing up in weird ways, one of which might have been hypersexuality.

All this to say I don't know how much I'm going to be posting in general, but especially in the way that I was. I'd still love to keep in touch/catch up as I can so I'm definitely not deleting the blog (I'm also leaving the old posts up, at least for now).

But, as a treat, here are my thighs 😜🤠

Anyway, I really appreciate y'all and hope all is well 💓

#robins rambles #cw hospitalization #cw depression

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writteninsunshine · 2 years

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You Are The One And There Is No Regret At All - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - NSFWish

Title: You Are The One And There Is No Regret At All

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Various

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus || Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus || Ozzie

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1719

Type Of Work: One-Shot

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Canon Divergent, Fantasy Racism, Self Harm, Self Mutilation, Violence, Blood, Nausea, Vomit, Medical, Hospital, Hospitalization, Handjobs, Drugs, Drug Use, Medical Drug Use, Amputations, Age Gaps, 9 Year Age Gap

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the premise/idea.

Summary: Despite everything, Ozzie found himself particularly unsurprised when Olli confirmed that, yes, blood was still gross.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

So, I’ve got a lot of hcs for these two, and all of my work is going to likely be Omegaverse, even if it isn’t explicitly said in the fic. I love it and I’m not dropping it. At any rate, I hope you all enjoy this!

NOTE: This had originally been part of a larger project based on my personal canon for Ozzie and Olli meeting, but I’ve since come to a better conclusion that I liked more. At any rate, I still wrote this and had it edited and ready to go, so I figured I could go ahead and post it, still. It just is no longer the main canon for the storyline I have.

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You Are The One And There Is No Regret At All

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Something that Asmodeus had found out about Fizzarolli shortly after bringing him home was that he did nothing in half measures. One could never accuse him of half-assing any one thing because he whole-assed every single thing he did. If he went through with doing something, it would get his all, and he would always come out on top of it.

Or beneath it, sometimes, in Ozzie’s case.

That was why, when someone had made an off-handed comment about Olli’s horns, Ozzie probably should have shut it down harder. If he were being honest, he didn’t remember what they’d even said, exactly. Something, something, imp bad, something, something, surely, but it had glanced off of his rose-colored sunglasses. He hadn’t even noticed just how hard his little lover took it.

Those small hands that Ozzie had complimented on several occasions (right there, your hands are perfect, just like that, don’t stop) ran over the smooth, curved pillars at the top of his head, and his smile had fallen. Ozzie kept chatting in the general direction of the offending demon, talked, laughed, and joked, but in the end, had listened to Olli’s request to go home.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Robustus?” Ozzie purred against his neck, spreading kisses along the imp’s shoulders. When Olli didn’t respond immediately, he drug his tongue up from his shoulder blade to his jawline, before hooking his chin against the juncture of neck and shoulder, “Olli?”

“...Yeah? Oh, uh. Oh. Yeah, uh, whatever’s fine.” His mind was clearly elsewhere, and Ozzie pouted for a moment before nuzzling his face back into his neck. For anyone else, Ozzie wouldn’t have squashed the arousal burning him alive, wouldn’t have considered feeding him his favorite snacks, or watching those stupid infomercial compilations of clumsy demons failing to simply open a door or eat a snack. The tight frown and distant glare at the back of their driver’s head had Ozzie more concerned than anything, and he gently scratched his clawed finger over the younger demon’s ribcage.

What usually caused him to devolve into a squirmy, giggly mess instead only seemed to provoke his wrath. Ozzie’s goodnatured ribbing ended with the distressed warning growl it earned him. Blinking a couple times, the Beta’s head tilted as he leaned back in his seat, both hands falling to the bench seat beside him. When it finally dawned on Fizzarolli that the only thing tethering him to Ozzie’s lap was his own stubborn leaning into the larger demon’s chest, now, the whole dam seemed to break.

Wordlessly, the imp crawled out of his (new, he reminded himself) lover’s lap, dwarfed beside him for the rest of the ride. Ozzie had no idea what had gotten into him, what had blown out the light from behind his eyes, but he didn’t like it. He didn’t like this, seeing Olli so damn upset was making him crazy. After all, the smaller demon had always been a little fountain of sardonic sunshine in his life, and without him making cruel jokes at someone else’s expense or those silly faces, everything felt so…

Empty.

Arriving at Asmodeus’ kitschy, predominantly neon glass mansion came at the price of losing Olli’s company completely the second the car stopped. The imp abandoned the walk to the front door and instead leaped over the frosted glass fence into the backyard. Ozzie waved off his driver’s concerned expression with a tight smile that fell the second he was out of eyesight, walking the short distance from the driveway to the door.

Once inside, Ozzie tended to his typical routine when he was alone, a few chores to keep his mind off of where his lover had gone interspersed with more masturbation than was probably warranted. Fizzarolli was probably fine, right? Each worry-tinged thought had his hands sliding down once more for some kind of relief, some semblance of normalcy, and he hated every second that it wasn’t his lover’s hands on his body instead.

Maybe he really was going soft.

The thought kept him from being soft, but his heart felt sick and volatile in his chest knowing that his silly little guy was feeling pretty puny and there wasn’t anything he was allowed to do about it. Walking past the back door in nothing but a pair of tight briefs, the lust demon lifted his head and went stiff when he heard a sudden cry of pain. While he couldn’t explain how he’d slammed a sliding glass door, he did register the groan of the glass wall it had connected with, albeit dimly.

“Oooh, shit,” Fizzarolli’s voice was weak, and he gave a queasy burp tailed off with a whine, “Shitshitshit…”

Standing over him in a second flat, Asmodeus found himself on his knees faster now than ever before.

“What the dick did you do!?” It was so ingrained in him that he couldn’t think to change his word choice, no thoughts in his head except for the safety of his lover. His hands fluttered around the now mostly severed horn on the left side of Olli’s head like birds afraid to land, taking in the hand saw at his side. With a bastardized attempt at his usual sunny smile further wrecked by a loud, hacking cough, the imp managed to lean forward on a shaky arm into the larger demon.

“Just a little… Self imp-rovement?” He managed, having to clamp his other hand over his mouth to keep another retch back. The joke couldn’t come in for a landing with Asmodeus’ distressed squawking batting it away, and his stomach couldn’t take the sight of his own blood anymore the second his horn bobbed on his head. The pain coupled with the scent and sight of blood finally produced something, booze and bar food joining the mess Ozzie knelt in.

It didn’t matter. He’d been bathed in worse for pleasures he’d give up in this moment because there wasn’t much he saw ever feeling good again. If this was how he was going to see his little Olli go, he couldn’t bring himself to find anyone else he almost thought he cared about. He couldn’t lose him, not like this. Olli couldn’t just die on him over some stupid little comment. Ozzie wouldn’t allow it, and Ozzie’s word was law.

The next few hours were a blur dripping molasses, words, demons, and hands wiggling in a thick soup of distant apathy. ‘Whatever it takes’ had left his lips more times than he’d ever thought he’d say it in his life in possibly the first hour alone. When time had finally decided against crawling backward, he was reunited with his now doped-up lover with tears in all three pairs of eyes.

“Heeeeeey, Ozzie, you gotta try this stuff,” Olli purred his usual grin in place, if not a little loftier than it normally was, “It’s dope, I think you’d–” Muffled suddenly by a kiss likely too rough for the current state of his head, the imp’s subvocal purring cut for a second before returning. Opening his mouth again when the embodiment of lust pulled back, he found a finger pressed against the seam of his lips.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” The deep, guttural growl his words came on stilled Olli in place, a small, confused ‘mwwrp?’ leaving him as his tongue ejected from his lips like a cassette tape. Despite his anger, the bewitching, confused stare leveled at him had Ozzie huffing and sitting back down beside his lover’s hospital bed once more, “What did you even…” His hand lifted, and for a moment both of them were convinced he’d touch Olli’s horns.

He hesitated just before his claws could connect, and he frowned. Olli’s expression didn’t change, though his eyes made the attempt to follow Ozzie’s hand, visibly straining after a moment to try and see the top of his head. If this hadn’t been so sad, it probably would have made Ozzie laugh.

“What were you trying to do? …and don’t say ‘imp-rovement’ again.”

“Well… I wanted,” He began, pointing at the ceiling, and then out at the wall across from him, “To make things better. You know, me being an imp and all, it’s bad for your image.”

“I don’t really care, my image is as filthy as they come.” Finally rubbing his hand down the other’s chest, he followed his body to his hands, “I just want you. I want you to be okay, I want you to fuck me, I want to fuck you, I want you.” How was that for a confession?

There was a certain desperation in his voice, and Fizzarolli finally grinned at him, winking playfully as he rolled his hips up weakly. Tempted by that, Ozzie drug his hand over the other’s blanket-covered hips, feeling over his cock a few times, stroking him.

“You always have me, Oz.” Olli moaned quietly, “Feels so good being with you… Nobody else is good enough. Too vanilla, won’t fuck me right, don’t feel the same.”

“Then you’re stuck with me. But don’t do this shit again.”

Olli went mostly quiet for a while, though he moaned and whined as his slimy, prehensile dick was pulled free of his blanket and hospital gown, wrapping around Ozzie’s finger as he touched him. When he came, his back arched and his world went white for a long moment, the drugs in his system leaving him a writhing mess already.

“I… I am going to come so much… And make you come, too. I got another idea for something for you.”

“...It better be worth it,” Ozzie warned softly, his hand still twisting and stroking his spent lover.

“Ooooh, it will be, babe, don’t worry your pretty little head~” Olli moaned loudly, now, his body jerking off the hospital bed as he relished in the feeling of the other’s free hand snaking down to his tight little hole. He was always safe in Ozzie’s grasp, and everything felt wonderful to him. This was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

Once he was sated, and Ozzie had fully made him a melted mess, he finally looked over at him.

“Just so you know, Master…” He purred, “Blood is still super fucking gross. I’m never doin’ that shit again.”

Small mercies, he supposed.

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AN: Soooo, I really had fun with this. There will be a second fic to this about his amputation, but this one just needed to be written for my own sanity. I have a lot of headcanons for these two, and this is one of them.

TRANSLATIONS:

Robustus - Latin - Lusty

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zipsunz · 2 months

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do you think i'll get into heaven?

#cw hospital #cw blood #persona 3 spoilers #persona 4 spoilers #persona 5 spoilers #persona #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #p3 #p4 #p5 #ken amada #shinjiro aragaki #nanako dojima #yu narukami #goro akechi #my art

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coyfox · 1 year

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I gotta admit, CVICU is a lot calmer and quieter than I expected it to be?

#knocking on wood so help me god #V.#ask to tag #cw hospitalization #medical cw

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pinksugarcomic · 1 year

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#cw suicide #cw hospitalization

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lazylittledragon · 2 months

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mombin pt 7 <33

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

#stranger things #mombin #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #cw pregnancy #tw emetophobia #rip robin #you know it's bad when steve 'it's not broken just walk it off' harrington has to drag you to the hospital #idk about anyone else but when i haven't slept or i'm really dehydrated it's like i'm drunk

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o-lanterns · 1 year

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actually I'm having a lot of nerves about my top surgery in just a few days now but I'm coping with characters and jokes.

[ID: Hunter in a hospital bed smiling at the camera and holding up two fingers, Luz is excited and giving him two thumbs up next to him. Text reads "I don't have enough scars I'm getting 2 more" with emojis of two daggers, a party popper, a smiley with witch ears, and the healing sigil. end ID.]

#the owl house #toh hunter #ford draws #luz noceda #medical cw #hospital cw #just in case

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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settling in • a. artlert

moving into a new place with your fiancée and he has the perfect idea to get you two acquainted with it!

word count: 3.9K

pwp, black fem reader, nursing au plotline, lowkey filthy smut, spit play, he fucks reader in a chair, praise kink, squirting, oral (f. receiving) brief a eating (iykwim), fingering, creampie, full nelson, pet names + daddy is used.

it’s been forever and fifteen days since I’ve written for my pooh bear armeen (I lowkey missed him) and writing so here we are

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“Is that it?”

“Yeah..looks like it was the last one. Finally.”

a heavy sigh of relief, along with a wave of pride came rushing over the twenty four year old as he faintly kicked the door shut and locked it behind himself and his beautiful bride to be. Carrying in the remaining boxes from a long and daunting move. It was a surreal moment to say the very least. Neither of you could believe that in just a few months, you’d be marrying the love of your life, with successful jobs and what seemed like a far off reality, now owning your place. A single family home with two bedrooms and two baths, a beautiful kitchen and everything that you could’ve ever wanted! If anyone had told you guys that this would be your future, you’d never believe them. It seemed like just yesterday, the two of you were partying and doing dumb, dangerous things. Now, (y/n) was working as a Human Resources manager and in the same hospital where your soon to be husband worked as a registered nurse. It was ideal in all the ways imaginable. Armin Artlert was always regarded as someone who was extremely intelligent with a good head on his shoulders. Someone who’d undoubtedly walk the straight and narrow..unfortunately, he veered from that path when he met you. Not so much that you dragged him down or deterred him from his goals, but you kept him good and preoccupied! Meeting for hookups when the both of you should have been studying. Him snatching you from class early just to smoke you out and have sex..it was very unbecoming of both of you and although you were both madly in love, it wasn’t enough and you made the heartbreaking decision to separate for a while. At least until your goals were met and you were both in a good place. Fast forward almost two years and your lives couldn’t be better. On the day of his nursing school graduation, Armin dropped to a knee in front of everyone and asked you to be his wife. He knew he couldn’t go a step further into his future unless you were right there beside him, to do it for eternity. And with bells, you accepted! Nearly ruining your makeup after his doting speech. Now, things were looking brighter than ever and you both had so much to look forward to. In both your personal lives and careers..

“…we really did it, huh?” The tears welled in your eyes at the uttering of the words. Truthfully, you were overcome with emotion. Especially because you’d never imagined this life for yourself..a wife, a career woman or homeowner. It felt like something you’d never even dreamed of and yet, you were thankful you’d crossed paths with this man. You loved Armin so much and you were so glad that there was no question, that he was all yours. And that this life? It was one that you were going to build together.

“Yes we did..and I’m so proud. Of both of us. I love you, (y/n).” Softly muttering with his hands cradling your own; pulling you closer towards him as he wrapped you in an embrace. “Hey angel..what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” It was inevitable, truly. You were always so emotional..so loving with a sensitive nature but he couldn’t understand why you’d be shedding tears at such a joyous occasion. Even so, he held you close and even swiped your tears away with tender kisses. “I’m sorry..I’m just so happy. ‘S all..” he didn’t hold it against you though. It was quite overwhelming to think about but right now, his focus was on celebration and enjoying your new space. Cradling you to his chest, your fiancé placed a kiss atop your head and cupped your face in his palms. “Well I am too. I love you so much, you know that right?” His cheeks flustered red and raised from ear to ear as he just examined you for a moment. You were so beautiful, he honestly couldn’t believe that he’d be spending the rest of his life, waking up next to this beautiful face. That gorgeous skin, those prominent yet delicate features. Everything about you made his heart flutter..

“I love you too, so much more..”

but alas, it wasn’t the only organ that you seemed to garner a reaction out of..whilst standing there; his frame towering slightly above your own, Armin couldn’t help but to ponder on those past memories. All of those wild nights together..the partying, the drinking and of course, the steamy, late night sexscapades you two partook in. It was truly the highlight of your week and now, you could do so whenever you wanted. Living under the same roof. For the time that he was away from you, Armin had spent many nights thinking of all the things he’d do once he got you back in his life. How he’d spoil you, how'd he cherish you, the way he’d make a conscious effort every single day to show his affection…and of course…

“Mm, is that so? You think you love me more?”

how he’d make love to you in a way that’d transcend all of the drunken, weed fueled sex you’d had in the past! This time was different, more intimate and far more special than all those times before. He wanted you to know that above all else, you were his number one priority.

“Yes I do..” smirking whilst a finger trailed down his chest and back up to his chin; chewing at your lower lip and glancing up at him. It wasn't hard to deduce what was on both of your minds at the moment. The teasing, the playful banter..it was all bound to lead to one thing.

“Well I don’t think that’s possible, babe. I mean…I could just show you how much I adore you…— just then, you’d feel his lips move to your neck and snake up to your ear, where he whispered. “But I don’t think you could handle that.” Still cradling you close. Meanwhile, his ink laden hands; decorated in beautiful tattoos, snakes around to your backside and squeezed it tightly. He’d been trying to contain himself all day but watching you strut about, carrying item after item into your new home, in nothing more than a thin tank top and shorts that had your plump ass swaying with each step. The way your soft skin absolutely flowed underneath the sunlight, almost as if you were some sort of deity, and his favorite…those perfectly round tits sitting up in that shirt. He had to exercise all of his restraint not to rip you out of it right there! But now, you were alone and nothing could stand in the way of it. Besides, what better way to break the new place in?!

“Oh trust, honey. I’m a big girl…I can take whatever you throw at me.” Alluding to much more suggestive things. “Good to know..” There was no need in beating around the bush so with that declaration, Armin roped those hands around the back of your neck as the gap between your bodies closed. It wasn’t long before you were snaking your tongues down each other’s throats, biting at the other’s lower lip and whimpering into the kiss. The teeming passion and unbridled lust that had been bubbling inside of you guys could no longer be sated. Eventually, you found yourselves, trying to rip each other out of your clothes and you’d subtly walk backwards until your calves were knocking against the new recliner..not even out of its plastic yet. (Y/N) took a seat and lowered Armin with you as your hand cradled the back of his head. He didn’t waste any time in teasing you as he was certain you’d become all flustered and just beg him relentlessly. He did however, pull away and tug your tank top down with him. Revealing those beautiful breasts and erect nipples. Those perfect brown buds quickly disappeared into his mouth and he’d suckle; whimpering out of pure pleasure.

“Mmmph..I definitely missed this..”

a look of deviation shrouded his face as he cupped your tits into his palms and ravaged them. “I can tell…mmm!..” He always did have a fixation on your chest and would get lost in foreplay alone. Licking, suckling and latching onto them as he fingered you slowly. Slender digits buried to the hilt inside of you..you’d be left a dripping puddle of cream by the time he finished.

“Put those legs up here for me…” instructing you to place your calves on either side of the chair arms and spread yourself open. To which you’d happily comply…ready to show him exactly how needy and desperate you were for things to escalate. “Thereee we go. God, I can’t wait to taste you..” eagerly rubbing your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses along the insides, even licking all around the skin, just to garner a reaction. He could tell by the way you chewed your finger, you were burning up with equal anticipation to have him devour you..so with those legs parted wide, Armin placed both palms flat into your skin and pinned you down, after removing your shorts and tugging that thong to the side. Part of him wanted to sit here and admire you and the other half just wanted to feast hungrily on this pretty cunt of yours. Dredging his fingertips slightly over the slick lined opening, he’d suck his teeth; grunting and moaning for you..

“This pussy’s so fucking fat..and pretty. And she’s so wet f’r me already…”

just doting on your sex as he peeled the hood of your clit back with his thumb pad to stroke it. Meanwhile, you were about to come undone from anticipation and teasing. Clutching your tits, (y/n) bit your lip once more and whimpered, all but begging him to quit stalling. “Baaabe. Please..” which did nothing more than rile him up even more and give him the deeper urge to mess with you. “What’s the matter? Something on your mind, gorgeous?” Which only earned him a flustered laugh and the cutest plea as you bucked your hips towards his face and against his fingers. Armin was notorious for making you wait and beg for it..something about watching you writhe and moan, begging for him to touch you just really turned him on. “C’mon, baby..if you want something, say it. I’ve got all night..” chuckling with that deviant, icy glare in his eyes. Those blue lens’ fixated on you with precision..he wasn’t moving until he heard the fateful words exit your lips and luckily for the both of you…it didn’t take long to crack!

“Mmmph…just eat my pussy, please..fuck I need it. Need you so bad..”

and with that declaration, Armin felt confident in giving you what you desired.

“Aw, is that it?…well why didn't you just say so, sweetheart?” Just then, with his gaze still very much fixated on his girl, the mischievous blonde slid one single digit inside of you as he watched your reaction shift..pleasure struck all over your face as he finally made contact with that entrance. It had admittedly been nearly a month since the two of you engaged in any sort of sexual activity. With this move, transitioning into new jobs and such, it barely left time for each other. Life hadn’t seemed to slow down at all. However, this was your chance to atone for that and best believe you were going to spend the rest of the night, up until the morning doing so. All in the comfort of your new home.. “You know I aim to please..” finally snaking his tongue out, Armin lapped it against your clit and began swirling it around those folds. Flicking it in and out, suckling and slurping…he didn’t hold back on his little feast. Meanwhile, that finger was still working your over to relieve that tightness. He’d add a second one eventually and pump that little hole while continuing to eat your pussy mercilessly. “Oh fuck…s’ good. Right there, baby..yes..” you’d claw at the unwrapped cushions but he’d instruct you to place your hands elsewhere, wanting you to guide him along for your pleasure. “Pull my hair, baby ... .put that shit in my face..” cursing under his breath as his ascent into your sex continued. Latching onto your clit, Armin suckled on it for a full minute whilst pumping those two digits in and out…by this time, a puddle had begun to form underneath your ass. The pearly shade adding such a beautiful contrast on your skin.

“You’re creaming already, babe? Ooh..you gotta save some for me..need to feel that.” Even so, Armin persisted and kept devouring that delicious cunt whilst your fingers snaked between his blonde tresses and tugged him along. Your head dangled back in pleasure as you cried out, pushing yourself into his face. He was so enamored with the way you reacted to him. The way it spasmed around those knuckles, the way you leaked even more, those sweet juices trickling down his chin, when he touched the tip of his tongue to your aching little bud and especially when he momentarily flicked himself around your other entrance and caused you to release another pretty whimper. “Somebody likes that..sticking my tongue in that pretty little asshole. I think you might come if I keep doing that.” Which made you both giggle. “Yeah..feels so fucking good though.” He’d pause for a brief moment, letting you both recuperate and that’s when you’d all but demand that he give you what you really needed. But not without a little persuasion, of course!

“What was that? You want what?”

“For you to fuck meee..”

drawing out your words in a flustered whine, jolting around as he stroked himself underneath, mocking and taunting your pleas. “To fuck you?” “Yesss, I need that dick so bad.” By this time, you were playing with yourself to quell your urges. Unable to wait for him to do so. “Aw, somebody’s needy today. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Reassuring you as he rose to his feet. Just then, Armin would lob a trail of spit in between your folds and simultaneously grasp the base of his cock, stroking upwards to get himself aroused. Which was already in play…between eating you out and those adorable whimpers, he was aching to sink himself inside of you. “Look what you did to me…fuck, you turn me on so much, baby..” crying out in that whiny yet sultry tone; sucking his teeth and glaring down at you as he aligned himself with your slit. Tapping that aching head against your entrance, Armin slowly but surely teased the tip right up against you. But alas, you were growing impatient. So with your legs spread wide, feet brushing his forearms and a direct view of both of your lower halves, you’d reach forward to help guide him..

“You gonna put it in for me?” Prompting you to nod and lick your lips as your flesh finally met. “Go ahead, beautiful. This is your dick, you use me how you want to..”

and with that, you’d feed that stiff, throbbing cock into you until it reached the halfway mark. The initial sensation caused both of you to erupt into loud groans and expletives..he was rather girthy despite his lanky stature but he certainly didn’t lack in size either..nearing around seven or so inches with round, plump balls. It was perfect..even so, you were still one and only weakness. He didn’t want to sit idle but he felt the second he began thrusting, his clock would proceed to tick as well..fearful that he may not last as long as he’d hope for. “Fuck, fuck…you’re so tight, angel.” Gripping the back of his chair, he’d attempt to regain his balance and establish a rhythm. Pounding slowly into you whilst not making direct eye contact. That would only shorten his stamina if anything..seeing that pretty face while he was in it? He’d fill you up on the spot.

“I remember when we first started having sex and I couldn’t last more than two minutes with you..” recollecting on your past hookups. Which prompted you both to laugh. Granted, you had only been with two other people prior to Armin, with one night stands but they were never memorable. Lasted all of ten minutes before you dipped..but with him? You could never forget it. Whether it was him being flustered and nervous because you felt way too good. So much so that he came in less than five minutes and was so embarrassed about it. But you thought it was adorable, actually. He was so doting, gentle and made sure you were okay the entire time. You two took the time to actually learn and explore one another’s bodies. Touching, massaging and even masturbating together..it was that sensuality that made it all the more special.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…and you were the only one to ever make me come that hard.” Doting on your man as he slid in and out of you. (Y/N) slowly stroked your clit to match his pace, rolling those fingertips on that sensitive bud..

“And you stretch me out so fucking good, baby..mm, that dick feels so good..” “..yeah? Feel good, sweetheart? Like the way I’m fucking this little pussy?”

your encouragement seemed to incite something inside of him..just then, you’d feel those strokes get deeper and a tad bit faster. Jolting you around and making those perky titties away with each one. He still had his hands planted to the back of the chair but he was finally able to make eye contact with his beloved and when he saw your expressions, he just became more enthused to fuck you! He’d then snake the free hand around your throat and choke you slightly as he cooed to you. “It feels good when I’m pounding you, baby? Making that shit cream on me?..” Naturally, he knew the response just by your body language and enjoyed hearing you answer with soft whimpers and cries.

“Yes daddy, oh my gosh! You’re fucking me so good right now…’m gonna come.”

which he knew was no fake out. He could feel that grip tightening more and more by the second. And if that wasn’t any indication, the way you were smacking at his now exposed abs as he tucked the tail end of his shirt between his teeth, was more than enough. “Ooh, I know you do, angel. I can feel how close you are..you’re squeezing me. Tell me, are you gonna give me what I want?” Questioning as that clutched hand brought a thumb up to your soft lips, allowing you to suckle. You knew exactly what he was alluding to and truthfully, he had no other choice..you were prepared to let it all go for him. Whatever he desired..replacing that thumb pad with his own lips, Armin fed you a couple of sloppy kisses, before asking you once more and when you responded accordingly, all but begging him as he sped up again, he’d give you his permission and command..

“That’s all I needed to hear…come, now..” needless to say, he was not disappointed with the result. He’d meet you with as many strokes as possible, letting out tiny spurts of the sweet nectar until you’d all but push him out and squirt all over the place. Armin couldn’t help but to be overcome with excitement as he watched you make a giant mess because of him.

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby..come on this dick..fuuuck yes.” Meanwhile, you were trembling as the remnants of those juices exited your body and you were left trembling from the sensation. Yet you found yourself longing for more and it took your fiancé no time to notice. Leaning forward, he’d cup your face and swish his tongue around in your mouth. But even that wasn’t enough to sate his appetite for you. Because just when you thought he was about to reach that climatic peak along with you, you were in for another surprise. Coiling those legs tightly around his firearms, Armin tugged you closer and instructed you to grab him. “Wrap your arms around me, baby. Hold on.” With that, you found yourself hoisted midair and propelled onto his cock. The sensation is just as equally warming and comforting as the first time…he’d become a lot stronger than the Armin you met in highschool. A lot more muscular and a hell of a lot more confident..

“I swear I’ll never get tired of fucking you..feels so good every time I’m inside of you…don’t even wanna pull out..” as he thrusted and bucked his hips upward into you, he’d rattle off and sing your praises. You were reaching your breaking point but you couldn’t stop glaring into his eyes. Wanting to reach that peak together..needing to watch his reactions. You were fixated, obsessed with one another..madly in love. And you were going to consummate that very love in your new home. “Kiss me..kiss me while I come in that pretty pussy..please..” all but begging as your lower halves smacked together in a sticky sheath. Flailing your head back, (y/n) cried out and clawed your nails into his neck, begging for all he had whilst hammering into that tight cunt. “Just like that, Armin! Right there, baby..” Your tongues clashed in a heated twist of passion and before long…

“Oh fuck..oh fuck..I’m coming, baby..” he couldn’t contain himself any longer and those thrusts became sporadic, a lot more uncontrollable and before long, he was pouring every drop of that warm seed into your womb. Tugging you down and keeping you in place until he couldn’t spill another drop. You’d both release ear shattering cries, laced with passionate ‘I love you’s’ as you rode out those orgasms in unity. It was certainly a night that neither of you would ever forget.

“I’m so happy I get to do this for the rest of my life with you..and to call you my wife.”

Chuckling as the two of you engaged in tender kisses. Letting your bodies become enraptured in the moment. Finally allowing it all to sink in..

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me..get used to it.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Who else is going to be

From mere strangers to absolute lovers, hooking up to coming home together.. it was funny how life worked…years ago, you’d never imagined that this would be your future. But now? You couldn’t picture a world where this man was not a part of it. You’d cherish this night, this moment and the beautiful ones to come, as long as he was by your side.

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