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#might've cried a time or two
harunayuuka2060 · 1 month
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MC's sister: *has trouble breathing and couldn't move a single muscle*
MC: Are you feeling any discomfort? *holding the sleeping Liora in their arms*
MC's father and brother: ...
MC's father: MC... Please stop this. I'm certain your sister didn't know-
MC: Of course. Since you raised her to be an idiot.
MC's father: ...
MC: Father, you must let me punish her.
MC: Because if not, then I will let the Kingscholars take care of her.
MC: And you know what will happen after that.
MC's brother: Fair enough.
MC's brother: Let's go, father.
MC's father: But-
MC's brother: They will let her live. Don't worry.
MC's father: ...Very well.
*The two of them left the room*
MC: ...
MC's sister: ...
MC: How lucky you are that Liora is a transcendental like me.
MC: If he wasn't and ended up being killed for your foolish act,
MC: I would break the promise I made to your mother and destroy your heart.
MC: Which I created myself.
MC's sister: *has an expression of fear*
MC: Don't do anything like this again. Are we clear?
MC's sister: *puts every bit of her strength to nod*
MC: Good.
Falena's wife: You must be feeling awful.
MC's former attendant: My apologies, master... I should've been more careful... *in tears*
MC: It's alright. I was careless myself.
Falena's wife: ...
Falena's wife: *could tell that they're still furious*
Falena's wife: Should we call Leona?
MC: ...
MC: Yes.
Falena's wife: *smiles*
Leona: *hugs MC*
MC: I didn't ask you to hug me.
Leona: You're angry. You need one.
MC: ...
MC: It's obvious that you have never been affectionate towards anyone, Leona.
Leona: I know, I know. It's my first time and I'm still learning.
MC: ...
MC: *hugs him back*
Leona: *rubs their back to comfort them*
MC: I have never been scared, Leona. *gripping the back of his shirt*
Leona: ...
MC: *who had never cried in their life, is now in tears*
Leona: *tightens the hug*
Leona: ...
MC's sister: I'm really sorry... I-I didn't know what I was thinking that time...
Leona: ...
Leona: Oh. So you're calling it an 'Oops' situation?
Leona: Lady! You tried to endanger my son's life!
MC's sister: *crying* I am really sorry...
Leona: ...
Leona: MC might've already punished you, but as Liora's father, I won't turn a blind eye to this.
Leona: *stood up from his seat* After leaving this place today, you will no longer hold noble status, and I prohibit you from entering the Royal Palace or coming anywhere near my son and my spouse.
Leona: If you choose to defy me, I will not hesitate to reduce you to nothing but sand.
Leona: *is on his way back to MC when he receives a call from Kalim*
Leona: *answers it* Hello-
Kalim: *crying* LEONAAA!!! IS IT TRUE SOMETHING ALMOST HAPPENED TO LIORA?!!
Jamil: *in the background* Calm down, Kalim.
Leona: *sigh* Yes. How did you know?
Kalim: Ruggie told us! *sniffles* How could anyone do that to a precious baby?!
Leona: ...
Leona: Kalim.
Kalim: Yeah? *sniffles*
Leona: You should pay us a visit. MC will appreciate having support from their friends right now.
Kalim: O-Of course! Jamil and I will be there first thing tomorrow morning!
Leona: Thanks. See you tomorrow. *ends the call*
Leona: *has arrived at their room and sees MC holding Liora protectively in their arms while sleeping against the bed frame*
Leona: ...
Leona: *decides to approach them quietly*
Leona: *sits next to them* *putting an arm around their shoulder and pulling them slightly towards him, causing them to lean over to his side*
Leona: ...
MC: Do not stare at me like that.
Leona: !!!
Leona: You're awake?
MC: Yes. I could feel your stare digging holes in me.
Leona: Well, sorry for waking you up.
MC: It's fine. I was hoping you would.
Leona: ...
Leona: *has a faint blush on his cheeks*
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lyvndr · 8 months
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I just had a thought.
Xiao gets degraded by reader, and reader overstimulates Xiao (and Xiao has two dicks). Xiao is a half dragon in this. Messy little fanfiction.
Imagine Xiao, but he's a dragon, right? So, he has two dicks, and he's been really needy lately. But, thing is, Xiao never told you about this other half form of his, and you've always been dominating Xiao every time you had sex, so Xiao wanted to surprise you and end up taking the dominant role to fuck you with his dicks.
Now, when Xiao does reveal them to you, you're strangely excited. He slightly suspected this but shrugged it off. He'll simply dominate you anyway... But then you ask him to sit on the edge of the bed, and you get down on the floor, his dual dicks right up in your face.
“W— Wait, (name), this wasn't—” supposed to happen. That's what he wanted to say, since he really wanted to fuck you, but then suddenly you took one of his dicks in your mouth, started jerking off the other one, and you were reaching over to his ass to finger that with your free hand.
How was he supposed to keep his composure after that?
“Mm— gh, ah! Ah! Wait, d— don't–!”
Xiao threw his head back, letting tears sting in the corners of his eyes. You weren't even two minutes in, and the adeptus above you— the almighty Yaksha— was squirming, thrashing around, spreading his legs and trapping your head and hands between them as he moaned over and over again, chanting your name like it was sacred, and feeling himself reach closer and closer by the second. He was deep in your throat. You were sucking and gulping on his dick, licking away at every corner and crevice of his member that your tongue could reach while your hands were at work elsewhere on his perfect body.
“I— gh-! I- I was s— supposed to.. d- dominate you—!” Xiao moaned mindlessly, eyes rolling in the back of his head, finding himself drawn to the edge of his orgasm.
But, at the very edge where he was about to reach ecstasy, you stopped everything you were doing. A fine timing in your opinion.
“N.. No! Why'd you stop?!” Xiao cries, tears pricking at his eyes earlier were finally running down. “I.. was so close..”
“Xiao, you wanted to dominate me?” You asked, licking your lips for any pre-cum that Xiao might've let out.
“...I guess.” Xiao mumbled, a sudden regret seeping into his bones. He should've never revealed his plan.
You giggled. You started laughing, “Aw, Xiao, that's so cute!” You smiled, only for it to turn more sadistic. “So cute of you, my beautiful and pathetic little dragon, to think you could try and dominate me.”
Xiao whimpered. He rarely ever gets to hear such words from you, you're usually always so kind during sex, but now he knows..
He kind of fucked up.
“Oh, but it's okay. Beg enough for it, and maybe after your tenth orgasm I'll let you have it your way.”
Xiao whines at your offer. “But! I've— I've only ever made it through e- eight... And that was only once!”
“How about five for both dicks, meaning it'll total up to ten?” You smirk, wanting to test out Xiao's new extra dick to see if he could keep up.
“But.. what if I come through both?”
“Then we'll simply have to go through ten.”
And at that, you get Xiao to stand up and lean his butt on the bed as you resume your work. You were eating up his cock, his dick brushing against the deep back of your throat as you sucked and ate him up— without any trouble, either. You still jerked him off, but this time you didn't finger him. Instead, your free hand cupped and occasionally (lightly) squished his balls.
Xiao squirmed around again, sobbing and drooling, feeling your cool saliva drip down from your sweet lips and onto his balls, to which he grabbed your head and bobbed your head up and down his cock. He was so close, his eyed were already rolling back and he was gripping your hair like there was no tomorrow. He felt you choke on his dick, he felt your hand squeeze his balls just a little harder, and he definitely felt your aggression while jerking him off and—
“Please! Please, pleasepleaseplease! I– I—”
Xiao thrusted himself into you and both his dicks shot out large strings of steaming cum. Xiao was hypersensitive, squirming while you kept slowly jerking him off and felt every tiny movement of your tongue and mouth gulping and licking up all the cute cum he just gave you.
Xiao panted while you finally removed your mouth from his dick. You sat him down on the bed and led him to the headboard, where you got him to sit against. Xiao was too dumbified and too clouded in pleasure to realize that you got on top of him and hovered yourself over one of Xiao's dicks. By the time he realized that you were on top of him you had lowered yourself fully onto his cock, with your hand jerking off the other one (that you just sucked).
“Ah! Wai– ah! Please.. please wait—!” Xiao suddenly came inside of you and on your hand, overstimulation cracking his last remaining thoughts.
“Oh, already? I hope you'll be conscious by the time we reach the tenth one, little cutie.”
Xiao reached over for you, wanting to hold you, even wanting to hug you while you rode him, but you stopped him.
“Mm, not yet Xiao. You can hold me when you're about to cum.” You smirked, staring into his pleading, needy eyes. You started riding him again, watching him squirm in need and clinginess, letting him whimper for you as you made him feel amazing yet down at the same time.
He can only hope he can stay conscious to hold you, and he could only pray that he could make it to the tenth orgasm to finally get his way with you.
But,
You both knew that he still wouldn't handle it.
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featuredtofu · 9 months
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Give me back my body!
Scaramouche x afab!reader
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synopsis | Reader, an alchemist of Sumeru, was assigned to tend to the broken puppet that was Scaramouche. Sadly, not all things always go as planned and disasters are bound to happen.
content | chaotic mess with a sprinkle of fluff
cw | a few curses, fondling breasts ig
a/n | I never intended to write anything, but I can't get the ideas out of my head... So feast upon this, scaranation! (pls don't bully me, my grammar and spelling might be shitty, English ain't my first language)
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"Gather more ingredients, check up on the plants, pay the scribe a visit... What else? Ah, meet the Traveler at Puspa Café."
You mumbled under your breath and quickly wrote everything down in the small notebook you held in your hands. As an advanced alchemist, you had a lot of things you had to do and many people needed your presence. And as a busy person, you hated it when people don't ask for your help in advance. You liked to have your things planned out and schedules for your days, weeks and perhaps even months before the events actually happen.
But who were you to refuse if your beloved archon, the one you should have saved much earlier than just a few days ago, asks for your time and help in taking care of the fallen false god that is Scaramouche? You could never refuse Lesser Lord Kusanali. That's how it lead to today, on your way on the all-too-familiar path to the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
Of course, you had a lot of work to do. But a ten minute daily visit wouldn't disrupt your schedules too badly. That's what you thought, before opening the doors to his confined room and seeing him holding up your test tubes that contained various of important liquids with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Don't touch that!" you cried out in panic. Scaramouche turned his head to you, when he heard your loud and shrill voice, raising an eyebrow with an amused smirk on his face.
"Oh? And why is that? Is it because they might be some kind of healing potions that you shouldn't use on the bad and evil prisoner that is a Harbinger?" he taunted you, holding up two testtubes of different colours and swirling them around in their glasses. He might've been defeated by the likes of the Traveler and a childlike god, but his attitude and sassiness won't disappear into thin air with just one loss.
"You know full well that this isn't true." you huffed with an exasperated sigh, carefully nearing his figure. But with each step you took, he raised the testtubes higher in the air, threatening to spill them on the floor. What you said was true though, you stored the important liquids, the substances you made to heal this broken puppet, in your lab. And since you had to check up on him daily, you thought why not multitask and make a few alchemicals you needed the next weeks? Though you didn't anticipate that he'd be interested in them if you ever forget to bring them home. He really was a menace to society.
Scaramouche kept on lifting them higher and tilting them closer to the ground. "I wonder... Do I have anything to gain from listening to you?" he hummed in faux contemplation, "Right! I don't."
With that said, he lifted them up and tilted the tubes slightly to let one drop fall to the floor. You, who watched him with wide eyes, instantly sprinted forward to try and stop him from spilling more of its contents. What you didn't expect, was that Scaramouche's body was still weak after the fight. So when you did grab his wrist in an attempt to stop him, he let go in surprise, spilling the liquid over the two of you, who were tumbling down to the floor. The moment you opened your eyes was when you were greeted by... your own face?
You instantly sat up and felt a sting in your lower abdomen, pressing your hand against it in an attempt to ease the pain. You looked at the boy next to you, no, your body next to you, before looking down at yourself and seeing the purplish, black attire with widened eyes. You were not in your own body anymore.
"Ugh... My head hurts." your feminine voice complained, holding your hand up to your head. "What the fuck, why is my voice so high?" he cursed with your mouth, before looking up to see his own face right infront of him with bated breath. You are smart, so you were quick to catch up with the current situation.
"I told you not to touch my things!" you yelled out in anger, "Look at this mess! We've switched our bodies, because of your carelessness!" you scolded him. Your his eyebrows were knitted together in wrath. You were a busy person and had many things you still needed to do today, but you couldn't do that when you're not in your own body! Now it was your job to fix this mess.
A light laugh left his your lips. "So that's what has happened?" he huffs and stand up, dusting off the white labcoat of yours, before he titled his head. You watched him in confusion as he stopped in his movements altogether, wondering what he's thinking right now.
Then with your hands did he poke at your chest with wonder and surprise. "You're much flatter than you look." he commented nonchalantly, while continuing to fondle your chest. If you were still in your body, you would've flushed red in embarrassment and humiliation. But fortunately or unfortunately for you, since you're now in Scaramouche's body, you couldn't blush.
Instead, you stood up and took his hands away from your chest, glaring at him. "Stop touching my body like that! That is still my body you're occupying right now!" you remarked in a sharp tone. But he was quick to slap your weak hand away. No, his hand away! This was all too confusing.
"What's the matter anyways? It's my body right now, isn't it?" he reasoned, tilting his head with a smug smirk on his face. On your face. "I've lived long enough to have seen and touched female body parts anyways. Your body is nothing special." he huffed dismissively, crossing his arms above his chest.
"Well that's not what matters here! I don't want you to touch yourself when you're in my body." you explained yourself, giving him a nasty glare. "I have to fix this mess..." you grumbled under your breath, a hand covering your mouth as you paced around the room to think of a solution. Scaramouche only watched you struggle with a bored look on his face, before his face lit up with an idea.
"While you're racking your brain, trying to find a solution, why don't I just... go out and walk around in your body for the day, hm?"
"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you leave with my body to cause disasters outside. You're staying inside, while I go and acquire the necessary materials to fix this mess."
"Nope. I'm not going to stay here just because you said so." he retorted venomously. He was not going to sit here all day, when he found a new body and new strength to wander around this big place that is Sumeru. He had a new identity anyways and he badly needed an escape. Just for today. "Going out looking like me is a bad, bad idea. You have my face now. The big, bad criminal of Sumeru, the false god that tried to take over their archon's place... I wonder who would sell someone like you anything at all." and you knew he was right. Now that Nahida has rightfully taken her place as the dendro archon, Scaramouche was to be known as the bad guy all over Sumeru. No one would help a criminal. No one would talk to a criminal. No one would ever even look at a criminal. You had little to no options to choose from.
"How about we make a deal? You'll take me with you and I'll handle the people and help you out with fixing all of this." he hummed with a faux innocent smile. The compromise was good enough anyway. So with a heavy sigh, you agreed to this deal and dragged him with you along your small 'adventure'.
"What's this? Your secret base?" Scaramouche scoffed while looking around in your simple and small greenhouse. It was relatively well hidden from public eye, since wild animals broke in and trampled over your plants a couple of times already. "Yes, I'll brew my potions and poisons here." you replied sarcastically, kneeling down and caring for a few of your plants.
Your plants helped you a lot with your research and your alchemical substances, so you tended to them almost daily with great care. Originally, you two were at your lab to grab a few items you needed, but you couldn't help, but try to atleast keep up a little with your schedule.
Scaramouche watched as you used his body to take care of your plants. The soft and caring look you displayed on his face disgusted him a lot, yet he could feel a slight sting in his heart. Your heart. He held one hand above your chest, at the area where your heart beated steadily in a soothing rhythm. Oh, how he had wished for this feeling as well. How much he yearned to hear his own heartbeat as well...
"Ugh, it still isn't growing..." you muttered under you breath, snapping him out of his daydream. He looked over to your crouched figure, seeing you tend to withering dendrobiums, wondering why they weren't growing like every other plant. You just recently bought a few Inazuman plants to grow and experiment with, but you had little to no idea on how to care for them. So you've been trying, testing out different methods on how to keep them alive. Yet, every attempt has ended in failure up until now.
You were about to plug them out of the dirt to plant new ones, but Scaramouche was quick to stop you by grabbing your wrist. "That's not how you take care of them." he told you and took the pot out of your hand's reach with a surprising amount of care. He walked over to a lightly shaded area and placed the flower next to window, where the sun couldn't quite reach the plant. "Where's your watering can?" he asked you, his back still turned to you. Not able to fully comprehend what just happened, you wordlessly watched him relocate the plant, your mind still trying to process the situation.
As he gained no response from you, he turned around to look at you with a raised brow. "What?" he snapped threateningly. Though it wasn't that effective when he used her face and voice to threaten her. "Nothing." you respond, acting nonchalant about it and standing up, before taking a watering can from the other corner of the small greenhouse and handing it to him. "Just a bit surprised that you know how to take care of plants." you admitted, watching as he took the can and gently fed the dendrobium with an adequate amount of water.
"Why? Because I'm a former Fatui Harbinger?" he mused, eyes focused on the plant before him, before placing the watering can next to the pot and connecting their gazes with eachother. "Is a Harbinger not allowed to have basic knowledge of plants?" he narrowed his eyes at you, glaring into right at you.
"That's not what I said."
"But that's what you thought."
"You said that, not me. Anyways-! How do you take care of dendrobiums then? Teach me, sensei."
You teased him a little, ending your small bicker, as a small smile grazee your lips, finding the moment quite amusing. You watch him continue caring for the flower, while also lecturing you about how to properly take care of the dendrobiums.
After leaving your lab, you two were walking around in Sumeru City, a few places in mind that you needed to visit for the appropriate ingredients. They were headed to the goods shop to buy a few Harra Fruits and Zaytun Peaches, when they saw the Traveler and Paimon at the alchemy table. You remembered that you were supposed to meet them at Puspa Café soon, so you walked up to them to inform the two of your situation.
"Traveler!" you called out to them, waving your hand while walking up to them. Scaramouche begrudgingly followed behind. "The Balladeer!" Paimon screeched, flying a bit back at your appearance, before her eyes trailed over to Scaramouche, "And [name]!" she switched her tone up real fast. The traveler, in response, became much more guarded, readying their sword incase you, who they thought was the Balladeer, tried to attack.
"Hah! Funny how the sight of me seems to always make you tense up." Scaramouche chimed in, slowly nearing the three in prideful steps. It all seemed weird in Paimon's and Traveler's eyes, seeing how you were acting. "Relax, will you? I'm out here on an errand. I don't have time for you." The cold and sadistic tone and the mocking smile on your face just didn't correspond with your personality. It alerted the Traveler's suspicion, as they narrowed their eyes at you two.
"I'm sorry about him. And to clear up your confusion, some of my alchemicals were spilled and we kind of switched bodies. Now I'm trying to gather some ingredients to revert back this disaster." you explained shortly, not in the mood for long explanations. You wanted to get this over with already. The traveler obviously seemed to understand that and nodded their head. "So you're not able to meet me at Puspa Café today?" they asked, just to be sure, to which you shook your head.
"What?! But I wanted to try their new Baklava recipe!" Paimon stomped the air with a pout on her face. "What are you? A glutton?" Scaramouche snapped at her in return only to receive a hit by yours truly and an offended gasp by the flying companion. He let out a small 'ow' and rubbed his arm. Your body was quite weak, he thought, but didn't word it out.
"Sorry. I'll make it up to you another time. I'll even pay for the meal." you compromised quickly and pulled Scaramouche along, before he could retort another feisty comment. "We'll need to go now, see you another time!" and with that, you two walked to the goods shop.
The goods shop was only two minute walk from where you just talked to the Traveler, so it wasn't long before you arrived there. You quickly let your eyes scan through the items, before walking over to strike up a conversation with Hamawi, the owner of the shop.
"Hey Ha-" before you could even continue, Scaramouche slapped his hand over your mouth, a small polite smile on his face, as he looked at the owner. You were about to complain to him, when you noticed the nasty glare the old man threw you. You were still in Scaramouche's body afterall.
"I apologize for him, boss. You see, Lesser Lord Kusanali assigned me to take him outside for the day." he smoothly lied with the ever-so-friendly smile on his face. "We should all be considerate to our prisoners, they deserve a little freedom in our country as well, no?" the old man only hummed in response, not entirely approving of the idea, but not daring to question the archon's decision.
"I see... What might you need today, [name]?" Hamawi asked, his glare turning into a calm smile, as his gaze switched from you to Scaramouche. "Just a few Zaytun Peaches and Harra Fruits. The freshest if possible."
The shop owner did as requested and packed a few up, insisting that they needn't pay for it, since it's been a long time since you've visited him. He told you to come again soon, before Scaramouche pulled you away to get back to the Sanctuary of Susthana.
The glare you received from Hamawi didn't leave you mind. It this how many people looked upon him? Of course it was understandable that many had a grudge against him, but he was officially defeated and taken in by their god. Is it so hard to accept that? Those glares haunted your mind. You've never seen people you interact with on daily basis to have such a side to them. Such a hateful expression.
"Stop thinking about it. I've seen much nastier glares than that old man's. You don't want to know just how many of my subordinates hated and feared me at the same time. They were all the same. Their glares I mean." his dry laugh snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality as you stared into his back with a conflicted gaze. "I see..." you mumbled under your breath, feeling quite bad for him now. Even his subordinate's disliked him, because of his spiteful attitude.
"Ugh, it's not working!" you grumbled under your breath, slamming your head against the table, while Scaramouche sat on the bed he used to occupy with the broken body of his. "Stop abusing my body." he huffed, watching as you desperately tried to come to a solution.
"Then stop touching my body!" you retorted, turning your head to glare at him, as he kept on poking your chest. He couldn't help it, your chest was incredibly soft and your heartbeat kind of calmed him down a little. Though he'd rather die than admit it. "Your body isn't as reactive as human bodys anyway, so a slam on the table should be nothing to worry about." you grumbled and turned to work to make a solution.
You were already quite tired already, given all the stress and brainstorming you've been doing. And to add to all of that, Scaramouche's body wasn't in a pristine condition. You had quite the hard time to stay awake at all, but you pushed yourself further, since you disliked the current situation a lot. You just wanted to get back into your own body. Although you tried to conceal your exhaustion, nothing escapes Scaramouche's sharp eyes. He noticed how your body slouched forward from time to time and how your eyelids seemed to close for longer than just a simple blink. And obviously, he knew that his own body couldn't handle a lot right now. They've been outside almost the whole day, his body's energy should be spent. Yet there you are, pushing yourself and trying to solve the mess he created.
If it was anyone else, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest. But it was you who we're talking about. You had a strange kind of aura that just pulled him to you. He caught himself softening in your presence for few times too often. And he also felt a bit guilty about the matter. Nahida has assigned her to tend to his wounds and she did her work diligently, discarding all of her own contempt just to help him.
A sigh escaped his lips, before he stood up and walked over to your slouched form. "Take a break." he said, pulling your figure up from the chair. You weakly tried to pull away, determined to find the cure to your own alchemy, but his grip was rather strong. "You obviously can't concentrate right now with that overworked brain of yours." he huffed, stating the obvious, while also harshly poking his index finger onto your forehead. Then he firmly took your wrist and pulled you over to the bed he sat on just seconds ago.
"I'm not done yet... I can still finish this..." you tried fighting against his iron grip, but failed miserably. He just pushed you down to lay on the bed, before walking back to the desk you were working on. The soft cushions of the mattress encouraged your current body to let exhaustion take over. Your eyes drooped, before eventually falling asleep. The last thing you saw was him attentively reading through the notes you've taken on the previous fails.
The next morning was when you woke up, laying in the bed you fell asleep on last night. Next to you laid Scaramouche, sleeping with no sounds at all, since he didn't need to breathe as a puppet. Wait-
You sat up from your position, looking down at your own hands and attire to find yourself in your own body, still in the labcoat from yesterday. "He actually succeeded...?" you thought, looking down next to you, where he was still sleeping. Your movements caused him to slightly stirr in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing together. Now that you looked closely, he was kind of cute-
He honestly looked like he's having nightmare of some sort, but you couldn't be too sure. His body didn't produce sweat like humans did nor did he tremble. But his expression said a lot. You gently placed your hand above his eyes to cover them from the light that was shining down upon him, thinking that maybe it was the sunlight disturbing his sleep. He actually calmed down a bit, his expression relaxing under your touch, not because of the sunlight. But you didn't need to know that. Not yet atleast.
You quickly snapped out of it and stood up from the bed to find an empty testtube on the floor. You picked it up and walked over to the desk he had been working on and saw various ingredients all over the place. The one ingredient that stuck out to you were the red petals that laid near your noteblock.
You picked up the notes and saw his messily written handwriting about the different ingredients he tried, the many things he crossed out and all the protocols he wrote to keep track of the experiments. The last thing he wrote down was a list of ingredients, possibly the substance that worked. Dendrobiums.
"So dendrobiums were the secret ingredient to all this..." you muttered under your breath, while looking over to his sleeping figure. You thought about waking him up and thanking him, but decided against it. He deserved to rest.
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pandoraslxna · 6 months
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⋆。° ✮ minors dni 🔞
⋆。° ✮ Kinktober masterlist
⋆。° ✮ Warnings: spanking, pussy / clit slapping, degradation, dom/sub, authority kink, fingering, daddy kink
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You hadn't meant to get caught.
You had just needed it so badly, and with Jake being away for another resource raid until eywa knows when, you‘d been unable to wait any longer. But somehow the intention of being quick and subtle had turned into something more drawn out, and before you had realized it, you were stretched out on your bed, three fingers buried deep between your thighs, when the flaps that represented the door to your marui pod were suddenly pulled aside and you were met with two golden eyes, staring down at you right as you came undone.
Of course, you were paying for it now.
You yelped as a heavy hand descended onto your upturned ass, sending you sliding forward over the muscular thigh you were bent over.
"Such a needy little slut. Couldn't even wait for me to get home, huh?" Another smack cut off any answer you might've made. "Who do you think does this pussy belong to?"
"Y-You", you gasp, when the answer was rewarded with another blow.
"And whose ass is this, huh?" One hand squeezed and molded a cheek, and you moaned as he groped the overly sensitive flesh. "Well? You’re gonna answer me or what? Whose is it?"
"Yours! It’s- it’s yours!"
Another slap, this time aimed a little lower, fingertips brushing over your folds at the impact and you let out another moan, less like a painful one and more in a way that was so unmistakable, that when you felt the thigh you laid on tense, you knew exactly what was coming now. "Does this turn you on, getting what you deserve? Does my little slut enjoy getting spanked?"
"Yes", you said quietly, your breath hitching.
“Yes, who?” The words were sharp, slicing over your skin like knives, and you shuddered.
"Sir", you moaned, softly at first and then louder when his palm landed on your ass yet again. "Yes, sir!"
"Hmm, that's better", Jake hummed, and you shivered again, as a hand stroked over one aching cheek.
"So pretty when you've been spanked", his low voice murmured. "Did you do this on purpose, then? Were you trying to get me to bend you over my knee and remind you what happens to naughty girls who can't keep their hands off other people’s property?"
You shook your head, biting your lip to hold back a moan, not trusting your voice to answer just yet. Fingers slid down along the crease between your cheeks, then vanished between your glistening folds, before they teased your entrance. Moaning, you arched towards them, then cried out when the movement was answered with a slap. "Did I say you could move?"
"No, sir. I just—"
"Just what? Needed Daddy to touch your little pussy, is that right?" A firm swat cut off whatever you might have answered. "I think I don't want to hear anything else out of that filthy mouth of yours except Yes, No, or Please, got that?"
Your cheeks were bright red as you mumbled a quiet, "Yes, sir."
"Now, what should I do with you, hm?”
You had more than a few suggestions, but you doubted they'd be appreciated just yet, so you kept quiet. "You know, I came home early tonight because I planned to spend the evening fucking you into the mattress, giving my good girl a reward for being so patient, but since you already decided to be selfish and take care of your needs all on your own…."
"N-No! Please, sir! Please…”
Another harsh spank to your bottom made you gasp. "Not that you look like you couldn’t take another round", Jake teased, one of his fingers dipping between your thighs. "My little slut‘s all wet down there."
"Y-Yes, sir, yes I- I can—”
You moaned loudly at the sudden explosion of sensation when two of Jakes digits pushed themselves past your tight entrance to the last knuckle, stretching you further.
"Oh f-fuck", you half-sobbed and the scoff coming from Jake only ratcheted your arousal up to almost painful limits. You wanted to feel the thick cock that was pressing against your stomach pounding into you instead, but there were only his fingers, thrusting and curling against your sweet spots.
Without quite realizing it, you began to move, pushing back against his hand as best as you could. A hard smack made you freeze, the warm buzz radiating from your ass all the way up your spine. "Look at you", Jake chuckled, "so hungry for it... you need it, don't you?"
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir, please. I promise I’ll be good! Please I need it so bad!" The words were little more than a desperate and whiny whimper as you fought for some kind of control, squirming on his lap, only to have it snatched away with a deep thrust of his fingers that made you choke on a moan instead.
As soon as the sound was out of your mouth, the caressing hand drew back to slap your ass again, then paused.
"And now you're getting pleasure out of your punishment", he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out of you against your whiny protests. "Doesn’t look to me like you’re even trying to be a good girl."
For several seconds, there was nothing, and you wondered if you’d truly fucked up this time, but then the hand descended, landing just below your ass, making you try to jump away. The next time, Jake didn't stop with just one blow, and each seemed to get harder as he moved from cheek to cheek, spreading your thighs and making his way inward, closer to your pussy. His low voice was ringing in your ears, each word punctuated by a hard smack. "You. Do. Not. Ever. Play. With. This. When. I‘m. Not. Home. That. Clear?”
The last strike landed just on your throbbing clit, and you barely managed to hold back a sob at the white-hot sting that threatened to rob you of the last vestiges of sanity and control. "Ye…Yes, sir", you forced out through clenched teeth, drooling and breathing rapidly.
"Good job, hun. I hope you‘ve learned your lesson", you heard Jake‘s low voice in a hum of approval. "Go on and come for me, baby girl.”
You nearly howled as Jake suddenly pushed his fingers back inside you, thrusting them in and out at such a merciless pace, you were left with no choice but to come on command– moaning, cursing and shaking as he held you firm over his thigh, helping you ride out your orgasm as he curled his digits just right.
When the last echoes of your moans slowly ebbed away, you felt limp and boneless in his arms.
"Now where are your manners, hm? Don’t you want to thank daddy for making you come?", Jake grinned at your hazy expression, while swiping the drool from your chin with his thumb. When there is no sign of a response from you, other than a content little hum, his grin widens. "Oh c’mon, did I already fuck that brain outta ya? You’re too cute, all fucked out just from my fingers. Baby, I haven’t even started yet…"
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Hey, may I request some headcanons for tf 141 and los vaqueros where reader is M. I. A (missing in action) and then came back?
Sorry if this is bad and thank you!
Nah, It's great :) Also I hope you don't mind if I do it in two parts
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Ghost
One month.
To Ghost time felt like a fever dream. It felt like forever since he lost sight of you during the mission. It felt like forever since you two exchnaged glances and checked up on each other.
He felt stupid for thinking you were okay when you didn't answer your walkie-talkie.
They found your rifle, but no body, which gave him some hope.
You were a strong fighter and you’ve survived worse than just some kidnapping.
At least he hoped it was just some kidnapping.
He gathered a team for a rescue mission but nothing turned up, it was like you just vanished into thin air.
Time went by and still no contact.
M.I.A. does not mean dead, of course, but it's often as good as.
He went back to work, as much as he didn’t want to, accepting that you were dead somewhere.
You were doing horrible on your end.
You were separated from your squad and knocked unconsious.
You woke up in some basement, tied to a chair with people surrounding you.
They people that kidnapped you wanted information, but you didn't break no matter how long they tortured and interrogated you for.
They moved you from one building to another as to not be caught and during the third time when you were being lead by one of the guys who was not exactly paying attention to you and talking with his friend over the comms. You took that as an opportunity and got out of his grasp, killing him in the process.
That didn't end well as you were knocked out in the end by another guy who snuck up on you.
When Simon was told one month later that they might've found where you were he flipped.
You were found and brought back to the base.
Some of your ribs were broken along with your nose, you had bruises all over and they noticed that two of your teeth have been pulled out.
You could withstand any pain but knowing that your team missed you. That Simon missed you is what hurt you the most.
Simon has never run to treatment facility as fast as he did that day, all he knew was that one moment he just stood over your sleeping body.
He was too scared to hold your hand, so he just sat there watching you til you woke up.
After that he was scared to let you stay alone during missions.
Soap
There was no reason to be worried Soap told himself over and over
You didn't answer your comms, yes, you disppeared during a mission, yes, and no one had heard of you in the last few days, also yes. But that in and of itself didn’t mean anything.
Still, he couldn’t help but worry.
It wouldn’t be the first time soldiers vanished without a trace, especially among those who were fighting, and he suspected some might never be found, not even after the end of the mission.
It's been two weeks and you were considered M.I.A.
It didn't make it better that it was Christmas eve and you were fucking M.I.A.
You were supposed to be with him, curled up in a blanket, watching sappy movies and throwing pop corn at each other.
Instead he was alone, sitting in one of your hoodies and hugging your pillow that still smelled of your shower gel.
He cried not being able to handle this shit and soon enough, he fell asleep defeated.
Meanwhile what he didn't know, was a silhouette that hissed while getting out of a car.
You were kidnapped, god nows how you got out. On your own at that.
As you got out, taking down the people that kidnapped you with a rifle and some knives, you passed out due to blood loss.
You were found by some civillian couple who had no idea who you were, but took you to the nearest hospital.
You spend a good week in there until you just couldn't take it anymore. You had to get out of there and tell your team that you were alive. Why didn't you just call them?
You didn't escape, but you kind of escaped before the doctors gave you the permission to leave because you were still very injured.
As you got out of the cab, you thanked the driver one more time and made your way towards the house.
It was dark, no lights or Christmas tree were seen through the windows and you felt guilty, clenching your jaw.
As you walked inside, took your boots off and dropped your bag you quietly made your way over to the kitchen, seeing as there was a light on.
There he was, your Johnny, asleep while hugging one of your pillows.
You took a chair next to him and played with his growing mohawk.
After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes, brushing your hand away.
You softly greeted him, smiling at how his eyes suddenly wided as he straighteend his back.
His breathing increased rapidly and he wondered if he was still dreaming.
Before you knew it, you were lying on the cold floor with Johnny hardly hugging you.
You winced in pain as you were still very much injured, but you didn't care as long as he was in your arms.
He did apologize later so it's fine.
You spent the next few days celebrating holidays while huddled up together on the couch. He didn't let go of you no matter what.
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ITS NEVER OVER |||
+ (WHERE HAVE YOU GONE)
word count: 1.7?
Paul atreides x Reader (Always safe for POC + PLUS SIZE) Paul POV!!!
warnings: signs of depression? were happy in there tho, proof read? yeah something like that (god i am not good at these😭) y/n is not in this chapter but ofc shes mentioned entirely throughout the text.
A/N: AHHHHHH THE FINAL CHAPTER BEFORE THE FINALE, IM EXCITED TO POSTTTT, i hope you guys enjoyed and i love the feedback i recieved! i love you all, have a good day/night, whenever you get this! (Also, considering that this is from pauls POV i thought that i might add an extra title)
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He let out a heavy breath before he ripped his mask off of his face. He wasn't supposed to be out alone considering he was the new crowned emperor. But he was, and he was searching for you and he wasn't gonna give up until he did. He wore heavy clothing to try and hide his identity from others, and a bag that slung around his shoulder consisting of his journal, water, and other things he might need. He settles for the night in a rock. A rock with a beautiful view. He has been on the road for so long, he's forgotten how long, he didn't really care to remember either, considering it would help motivate to find you. He walks around the rock, searching for anything to give him clues of you or if you might've been here.
As he looked around, It was clear that someone had been there before. He looked at the bad attempt of making a bed, but he didn't touch it. His eyes slightly closed from trying to study the bed, there were still prints of a body, maybe two, on the bed. He hunches over. There was a piece of hair, as disgusting as it sounds…he picked it up. It was the same as yours, he took a rather long pause before thinking, maybe he should smell the bed? No, what if he smells something he doesn't like. He shook his head before looking at the single strand of hair that was in his hand. He sat down on the bed, setting the hair gently aside before taking off his glove and putting the strand back in his palm. Everybody's hair could be similar, he thought. He let out a sigh before looking ahead of him. He didn't know what time it was, but all he knew was that he was tired and heart broken. He didn't miss his home, not at all, not with you not there.
He put his glove and his mask back on before placing the hair into his bag. Out of everything that was going on, at least the view was beautiful. He stood and walked to the view of the rock, carelessly taking footsteps before he sighed and dropped down, his legs open and his elbows on his knees as he took in the view. He let in a deep breath. ¨tired. I am tired¨ he let out in a whisper. He fought his sleep often because he knew it would make him less confident and he would grow to slack, but sometimes he just couldn't take it anymore. The yawns leaving his lips, difficulty holding onto the hooks that latched onto the sandworm, but he thought he could finally settle here for a while, as a reward for finding a piece of hair that have a 5 percent chance of being yours.
As he watched the view, he thought of you. He didn't cry as much anymore. When he cried, he cried alone in private. And during that time, he cried until he couldn't anymore. Every time he saw Irulan it made him sick to his stomach. As much as he wanted to blame her, he couldn't. His heart was too good and he knew better than to let a weak desperate moment turn into anger. ¨why did i offer?¨ he would think over and over, countless times, wondering how could he be so careless. But he wasn't, he didn't want to marry her for the reason of love, just wanted to keep her safe as a promise to the retired and overthrown emperor. Thinking about it made him question his character, who has he grown to be? hed remembered what you said, he always thought of the smart and wise things you had to say.
¨its okay to feel how you feel, paul¨ you looked at him with a pity smile on your face while your hand was on his cheek. He had another nightmare. He didn't want it to be true. ¨this is gonna make me go crazy, y/n¨ paul whispered back, leaning into y/ns touch. ¨don't let it fool you, don't let it phase you, don't let it change you¨ you replied. At times, all paul wanted to do was give up. He didnt wanna be the chosen one. It was all too much. He could stay here forever, with you. For all eternity if he could.
Paul sighs and looks to the side. Remembering what you said, he wished things weren't so quiet.he laughed to himself, all the dreams he had of the future, but none of you. He sat alone, all alone, not one book, not one sound, just him, by himself. He felt empty, he wants you, he needs you, he needed someone to make him feel complete again, but days spread thick and long, bored, fighting himself back and forth between hope for finding you and wondering if you had just moved on. He wished he had a dream of you, of your blue eyes glistening in the sun, of your laugh, He wished it was so vivid that he touched you, that he could control his dream and talk to you, make love to you, but he had nothing, nothing at all. Nothing to remember you by, just a stupid suspicious piece of hair, tears brimmed his eyes, he needs you. There was no one he could pray to if he was the chosen one. No matter how hard he fought, how he tried to distract himself from work, it all lead up to one person, not one other thought, never out of sight out of mind, he knew what he wanted and he fell so deep he felt like he just couldn't grasp it anymore, how was he supposed to live his life without you. Your soft gentle hands grazing his face and answering the stupid and goofy questions he asked. There was no one else and he knew that now, didn't even find anyone else attractive. Lonesome nights, he didn't want to be on his own, ever again. Once he found you he vowed to never let you go, no matter how loud your voice is, no matter if you kicked him down, your in his heart and he just cannot let go, but how long could he search? Huh? How long would it be until he found you? When will he hear your voice again? When will he kiss you again? He didn't even say I love you before you walked off, for all he knew, that was his last goodbye.
On the first day, he acted as if nothing happened, but then he realized you weren't there, he couldn't pick at your dinner plate, he could hear your laughs, he couldn't feel your pity hits after he whispers a dirty joke. He had no one to talk to, no one to ask him if he was okay. Was he...okay? Had he known he was okay? Or has he grown so long to the point where he wasnt and he just didn't know it. He wished he said more, begged you to stay, cried about it, weeped about it, there was so much he could've done and he didn't, he only said a short explanation of how he was waiting for you and now he's on the run, on the search. He was so tired, so tired of looking at the same spice on the ground, carving on the rock of the walls. He wanted to be next to you, holding your head in his shoulder, hear your soft snores as you slept like there wasn't a care in the world. He'd never expect this, a life without you. He sighed and shook the thought out of his head, noticing he was in too deep and he wiped the tears that slowly dropped from his face, letting out a sniffle as he looked ahead. He didn't want to be too deep, of course he missed you, but he wanted to find you with a clear conscience, a healthy mind. He needed something to keep him going. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked to the ground. He placed a palm down and leaned closer to the floor. What is this? This imprint on the floor? Looks familiar.
He looked over it, careful not to move or make any sudden movements. ¨y/n?¨ he muttered. Any normal person would've thought paul as crazy, looking like he's searching for spice on the floor, and then wanting to jump and cheer, because, well, because what?
The necklace
The necklace Paul got for her. It was there! Clear as day. What a time to cheer! He couldn't fight off the smile on his lips. She's alive! She's alive! What a joy, out for two years! Been all around Arrakis, and at such a time he was going to give up, go home, force himself to get comfortable with his new situation, you were out there. Shall he go home? To tell stilgar and have a celebration? Sweet red wine sounded like heaven. He wiped his eyes as finally, finally tears came down. Tears of joy, he waited for this moment, oh so long! He was so happy he could take the dirt and put it in his bag also.
He laughed, he found it funny how he grew so tired of being next to his queen that he went and found you himself after he told you to come back. He grew impatient. He took out his journal and wrote, writing his life away as he thought of you, as the warmness of love and hope crowded his vision and spreaded throughout his body. This is all he wanted, to find you. And he was so close, so, so close.
He hadn't felt like this in a long time. He got up and collected the dirt from the necklace in his hand and watched it fall from his gloves. Looking around and seeing the footsteps, all yours he believed! He looked before following the footsteps, he followed them foot by foot until he was in the sand again. He hunched over, trying to search for the footsteps as they were getting lost from the wind of the sand until he couldn't anymore. He stood and pulled out his compass for the direction that you went. When it pointed he saw and lifted his head in the direction you went. This was it, this was the final piece, this was the end.
You were home.
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strike twice : b.b
bucky sure knows how to put his foot in it sometimes. but when a storm causes a powercut throughout new york, he's quick to make amends. (1k word count)
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"Fine!" You scream in response, exasperated from the argument that arose between you two other such a trivial matter.
Scoffing, Bucky picks up his bag and heads for the door to your room. "Night, Y/n." Bucky manages to say through gritted teeth, not daring to spare you a glance in response before slamming the door shut, almost breaking it from the hinges.
"Asshole." The word leaves your lips in a whisper as you collapse onto your bed with a heavy sigh.
The rain lining the windows mirrors the tears falling down your cheeks, all of which slowly link together before disappearing through the cracks and quickly replenishing.
Reaching over, you grab a hold of your phone, only to see it's dead. "Fuck!" You groan, throwing your phone at your wall before bringing your legs to your chest, allowing your cries to increase in the comfort of your own room with the rain battering down on the windows.
On the lower levels of the compound, Bucky sits with a scotch in his grasp, nursing it tenderly whilst Steve sits beside him, slightly dumbfounded.
"So what were you guys even arguing about?" Steve asks, brows remaining furrowed following Bucky's slightly rushed explanation.
"Doesn't even matter now." Bucky huffs, taking another swig of his drink. "But she's not happy, and neither am I frankly."
Humming in response, Steve glances behind him noticing rain starting to hammer against the windows. "And you had nothing to do with that?" He dares ask, hearing his friend's glass slam down on the counter.
"No." Bucky is too quick to respond, knowing for a fact it is his fault this time. "Possibly." It passes his lips softly in defeat. "I might've messed up, pal."
"You don't say." Steve chuckles, now fixated on the rain lashing down, and the rumbles of thunder following suit. "Storms on its way." He motions, oblivious to Bucky tensing at the statement.
"A stor-" Before Bucky can finish his question, the lights above start to flicker, TV monitors start to glitch and FRIDAY blares gibberish. Quick to stand up, Bucky heads for the door just as the entire compound is submerged in darkness. "Oh no." His lips turn to a frown upon hearing a well-known cry from across the compound.
Your eyes frantically search the room for your phone, only to find it and remember it's out of battery. "No, no." Mumbles pass from your lips in a panic whilst the rolls of thunder boom closer to your window, causing you to jolt with every sound.
Reaching for your blanket, you quickly grab a hold of it before stumbling into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind you.
Eagerly running through the compound, Bucky hears numerous conversations happening at once, but none of them concern him as he runs several flights of stairs to reach your floor. Once there, he slowly lets himself into your room, trying to see your silhouette through the lightning strikes.
"Doll?" Bucky calls out, now fully in your room but you are nowhere in sight.
With a sigh, Bucky turns to exit your room, wondering if perhaps you went to find solace in Natasha or someone else. "Bucky?" He pauses, hearing you whimper from the bathroom.
Wasting no time, Bucky opens the door to vaguely see you in the bathtub with a blanket wrapped around your body. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here." Apprehensively approaching you, Bucky can see you shaking frantically and tears lining your cheeks. "Let me get in the tub, yeah, baby?" Bucky ensures his tone is soft, tensing at the drums of thunder and your immediate panic.
"I, I heard the thunder, then I saw," Struggling to form words through your shaking lips, Bucky hushes you into his embrace. "and then the power went." Sniffing, you wipe your nose with your sleeve. "I'm such a wimp." A watery laugh sounds from you, and you can feel Bucky chuckling behind you.
"You're far from one, Y/n. Everyone has irrational fears." Stroking your arm with his right hand, you focus on that feeling, his fingertips circling. "When I was a kid, I was terrified of snails." Bucky smiles at your laughter bouncing the walls.
Glancing up with a grin etched on your lips, Bucky only shakes his head at you. "Of all the things, snails?"
"What can I tell you, doll." He shrugs. "Steve used to help 'em out. He'd see them in a weird spot, pick it up, and," Bucky shudders at the thought, only furthering your amusement. "yeah, so I don't exactly love snails, even now."
Now leaning back against his chest, your breathing has finally evened out. The storm outside is dull whilst Bucky continues to tell you stories, anything to distract you, make you laugh, smile and reminisce.
"And then I stopped in my tracks, nearly went face first into a-" Bucky cuts himself off at the flickering lights above you both. Within seconds you're both submerged in warm-toned lighting. "Would you look at that." He nudges you, now able to see your blanket clad self. "You look so snug, doll."
Sighing heavily, you shuffle to stand up with your blanket around your shoulders. Bucky rests his hand on the edge of the bath to help, following you out afterward into your bedroom.
"Thank you," You reach for your phone, finally placing it on charge. "for all of that."
"Y/n," Bucky starts, reaching for your hand and squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry for earlier, but I'll always be there for you, through storms and all." He tugs your hand and brings you into his arms.
"I appreciate that, Buck." You mumble into his chest. "And same here, if a snail dares appear I'll show that sucker who's in charge." A laugh sounds from Bucky as he tugs you onto your bed.
"Wow, my hero." He rolls his eyes, now lifting the blanket up to join you for the remainder of the night.
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Marrying La Squadra Headcanons
Anon asked: What would married life with la squadrons look like?❤️
Hihi!! Thank you for requesting, I had a lot of fun with these 😅😅 though I'll admit I lingered on the wedding back stories a bit too much lol
Formaggio
- Formaggio never in his life thought he'd be married, he always dreamed of living a bachelor lifestyle
- But y'know...sometimes couples get drunk on special anniversary trips and impulsively get married at a cheap, tourist trap chapel in Vegas
- Formaggio would've loved the stereotypical Elvis impersonator officiamt
- The morning after would've been a bit hectic on his end, but Formaggio is a man who can commit
- He's been thinking about taking the proper steps to marry you anyways, as long as you were fine with the night prior there's no harm done!
- The marriage is a secret for a while, to the team it's as if nothing changed. Your new husband was just as clingy and doting as ever
- I think if weddings are an important part of your culture and something you'd really want to do-over, I think Formaggio isn't opposed to something more formal and traditional
- Though I think he'll always prefer to tell people the story of the shotgun wedding in Vegas, definitely makes him feel cooler
Illuso
- I think Illuso is similar to Formaggio, he never thought to be "tied down" to anyone, but meeting you absolutely changed his mind
- One word to describe Illuso: Bridezilla. He wanted everything to be perfect for the wedding, he might've been the most strict during this era
- I'm sure you had to talk Illuso out of having the wedding in the mirror world because he could control everything. Though after the wedding, he started to come down to his normal self
- The clingiest and softest you've ever seen him was during the honeymoon
- Illuso wouldn't stop calling you his husband/wife/spouse, he wouldn't stop referring to himself with your last name
- Being married you was something he didn't know he needed
- Illuso wears his ring like a badge of honor, he enjoys seeing the silver band that decorates your finger that tells everyone that you belong to him
- Every time he wakes up and you both have to leave for work, he makes sure to kiss your ring before he says goodbye
Prosciutto
- To no one's surprise, Prosciutto easily adjusted to the idea of marriage and the married life
- He can be tender and affectionate, of course he wasn't scared of spending the rest of his life with you.
- Prosciutto would prefer something small, only wanting close family to attend
- Absolutely he would be open to having separate or fusion weddings if you come from a different background. He'd have a lot of enjoyment sharing your traditions with you
- There's so much more confidence within the relationship, Prosciutto smiles when you brag about your husband. A smirk graces his lips when he can hold you by the waist and introduce you as his spouse
- It's very natural for Prosciutto to fall into a house husband role, he loves unwinding in the kitchen and cooking dinners for you
- Even in the honeymoon, he'd scoff at restaurant food and insist he could provide you with something better
- He's an ideal husband if you want to get pampered and recreate the classy romance you see in the movies.
Pesci
- Getting married to you was the scariest and the happiest moment of his life
- Pesci stumbled through the novel that was his vows, when he was able to kiss you he couldn't help himself and pulled you in with anxious excitement
- Even when he proposed, Prosciutto slapped his face and told him to man up before he pulled out the ring
- Like his brother, he prefers something smaller. He wants the moment to be intimate, private
- He cried so much ever since you two married
- Half the honeymoon was spent hugging him and reassuring him that yes, you two really are married, and yes, you really do love him that much
- Marriage or not, he's still just as shy and flustered since you met him. Doesn't matter how tough he tries to act
Melone
- Melone never really thought about marriage before, but it's a welcomed surprise
- I just know that when he got to kiss you during the ceremony, it made everyone instantly uncomfortable/j. He does not care about what others think, he just likes to show you how much he loves
- He absolutely uses the title of husband to his advantage, especially for silly things like pda.
- The honeymoon phase never actually ended for him
- As you two are further in the marriage, the more Melone starts to think about kids
- No secret he's good with them, Babyface has given him more than enough practice
- But having an actual, human baby? Oh it has him all giddy and anxious
- For the first time, you actually see him take a situation seriously. Whether you're giving birth or having a baby through alternative means, he doesn't want to have kids unless you know you're ready too
Ghiaccio
- I don't think marriage ever crossed Ghiaccio's mind growing up. Meeting and falling in love with you opened up so many doors
- It definitely scared him, if you weren't on the other end of the aisle waiting for him, he would've become a runaway groom
- Ghiaccio would so go off and rant about how nothing much has changed ever since you two got married. To him it's just "some name change and extra paper work"
- He'd say that he doesn't feel any different, but that's so far from the truth
- Tease him by calling him your husband, call him by your last name, and watch how his face turns pink and he tries to hide a smile
- It takes the longest for Ghiaccio to settle into married life. I'm not sure it fully registered to him how long you and him have been together
- He never thought he would be loved the way you love him. No matter how hard he pushed people away, you stayed and warmed his heart <33
- That being said never joke about divorce it'd freak him out. He'd cry.
Risotto Nero
- The married life with Risotto is special, as it brings out a completely different side of the capo
- May be an unpopular opinion, but Risotto is right up there with Illuso when it comes to being a Bridezilla
- All he cares about is adhering to your plans. He'll go above and beyond for research to make sure you won't get scammed
- Like yeah. He may have threatened the florist behind your back, but like. What was he supposed to do? The florist was the one trying to pass off rhododendrons as hydrangeas.
- But once the wedding is over, he's exhausted and looking forward to the honeymoon
- Solidifying the marriage made Risotto fully let down his walls around you. He smiles more, he's more physically affectionate, he lets you know that he belongs to you too.
- While you two try to keep chores and tasks equal, swapping out who does what, it's hard to deny that Risotto loves it when it's your job to cook
- He thinks it's adorable when you tie an apron around your waist, roll up your sleeves and get to work.
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abbyonmars · 4 months
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the rainy blues. | comfort!abby ♥ [wlw]
content warnings (cws) — please read before you continue. keep yourselves safe ♥
cws: symptoms of anxiety/panic attack
second person narrative! (i.e; you/your/yours pronouns). she's comforting you! enjoy hehe
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"shh, sh, shh.."
it finally happened. you finally broke.
you've been practically killing yourself all week; you thought it was better to act as if the accumulating burdens weren't slowly weighing you down. you swore it wasn't becoming too much for your heart to handle, and you swore you were fine.
but you broke.
"shh.. i got you, angel. i'm right here, see?" abby cooed. against the force of your heavy sobs and the drastic heaving of your body, you could feel the tender grazing of her calloused palm running soothingly up and down by the small of your back if you tried. she had her other hand in yours, calmly passing her thumb over your tear-dampened knuckles incessantly. each swipe being an attempt to melt away the pain.
you could feel her gaze as she watched you cry. your eyes might've been tightly shut, swollen, and reddened with tears, but you knew the lines that creased around her furrowed eyebrows as she looked at you. the tears that were beginning to brim in her own eyes.
abby took her hand from yours to reach towards the back of your head. her fingers combed gently through the lengths of your hair, exactly how she knew you'd like it.
she didn't know what to say. at first it felt so sudden to her, but after all, you had kept everything to yourself - you didn't want her to worry about you. every time you felt faint, or felt those same horrible chest pains that wouldn't go away, those feelings were all swept under the rug and forgotten about.
but she eventually realised how strange it was during the week. back when you'd 'forget' to eat. each attempt of yours to smile, and her internal thoughts about how she might've seen something off or different about you that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
her heart hurt looking at you. abby couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty for not realising, not seeing through your weak facade like she normally could. exactly how everyone else had done.
"i'm sorry," she whispered. nothing was her fault, of course. but she didn't know. she couldn't figure you out for once. you were too good at hiding it all, too good at shutting everybody out, even if it was unintentional. "i'm sorry."
for a while, you two were sat on the kitchen floor. her back was pressed up against one of the cabinets while your body was racked and wrecked with more sobs and pathetic cries. your breaths left your lips in quick, light gasps that left your head faint and your vision ridden with stars, but you felt useless. nothing you could do, nothing you could help but to cry profusely in her arms.
once time had passed, the hand of hers you felt running absentmindedly through your hair had stopped. its fingers had travelled to your jaw, lifting it up with a gentle touch as you stopped crying. as much as you could stop, anyway; small tears continued to roll slowly down your flushed cheeks, and your head was throbbing with a pulsing ache that felt like boulders were rattling around in there.
"hey," abby whispered. her two fingers slid across your jaw, the palm of her strong hand now cradling your face. "you alright, love?"
you sought the courage to open your eyes. your vision was blurred with tears but nonetheless, you recognised her smile. she chuckled softly, the breath of the aspirated laugh hitting your forehead as she pulled you closer to her chest.
"that was something, huh?" she added, a light attempt to bring up the mood. she then brought her arm to snake more securely around the back of your neck as to make sure you were held comfortably to her. "are you feeling better?"
she waited a moment, but to nothing. you hadn't responded yet, as you were still sitting in this mess that you were. but the tension that previously had your body aching and anchored to the ground had eased in her arms, and your gasps had slowed to shaky breaths and the occasional hiccup.
you hummed quietly, and the strain was made obvious through the rasp in your voice as you tried your best to respond. that's all you could cope with for the moment, and she was totally okay with it. she saw how exhausted you were, how much the bare vulnerability tired you out and broke you to pieces until you could barely move.
with that, she scooped you up into her arms. with a surprising (yet not) strength, she lifted you from the tiles of the floor and stood up with you still held against her chest. from an outside perspective it was done with such ease, it looked as if you weighed nothing more than a singular grain of sand.
"i got you." she mumbled. walking slowly as to not perturb you too much by her movements, she carried you to your shared bedroom, dimming the warm lights on the way in and placing you gently on the bed.
for a moment she couldn't help but admire you. not to be mistaken, there was of course no ill intent whatsoever - it was the way you found peace in her presence, unafraid of letting your guard down around her. she was the only one you let see you cry, watch over you when you were sick. you practically built abby's self-esteem. she'd do anything for you.
she brought the other horizontal end of the duvet to bring around your slightly shaking body, wrapping you up in the comfort and warmth of the feathered sheets. you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress while she left to bring you your favourite hot drink.
when she came back, she stood by the side of the bed next to you. you could smell the scent of the steam that diffused into the air, an aroma of solace that was steadily beginning to replace the pit of anxiety in your chest with that of love. she stirred the drink with a small spoon, the gentle clinking ringing faintly with each waft of flavour before she placed it on the bedside table by your head.
the space next to you sunk with her weight, and the mattress creaked quietly as she shuffled up next to you to once again wrap her arm around your waist. you felt the back of your neck tickled by her light breath, replaced by the plant of her lips against your shoulder.
"you're okay," she mumbled, her lips still lingering on your skin. she sighed. "drift off, princess. nothing'll touch you, my girl, i'll keep you safe."
in past casual conversations, you'd have told abby about details from your childhood that reminded you of home. each time, she made an effort to remember them in as much detail as she could. and in any opportunity, she would cast her mind to your memories, feeling the need to knock together some form of recreation for you because she wanted you to feel safe when you were with her. she wanted you to feel at home around her, because you were her home.
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phewwwww this took a while
abby anderson my love ommgjkhdfhgjsf what if i said i kicked my feet and giggled writing this
sorry it's more descriptive!! i'll end up writing more plot based fics in the future, i just had to get this off my chest hahah. i adore writing, but my eng lit course is more analytical than anything
speaking of. i used this to procrastinate on my wooorkrkkkk i've got a video essay due this friday and an essay i haven't started due this thursdaayyygrdfhjkjfdghjkdfh
if anyone has any requests!! let me know!! i'll be happy to write for you once i have the time.
this is also my first big fic!!!!! i'll be making a masterlist + stuff about me soon once i figure out how to resize images LOL
i hope this was okay. if anyone happens to have any criticisms/feedback dm me cause im always looking for improvement lowkkkkk
okay bye :-) have a good time wherevr ur at
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blueicequeen19 · 10 months
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Don’t Run
Warnings: primal kink, loss of V, nerdy/innocent reader
I never thought I'd be chasing down a girl. Not me. Never. Girls practcially fell down at my feet for just a scrap of attention but no, here I am chasing down the cute, nerdy, insecure, virgin who's got my head in such knots I can't think anymore.
I've searched for her for days and I only just recently found out that she works evenings closing the tiny local library we have. Now, she's running from me as I slip in through the door before she can lock it and I lock it behind me instead. We weren't leaving until I was done.
"Y/N! Don't make me chase you!" I shout, making my way through the stacks of books and towards the sound of her retreating footsteps.
"Just go away! I don't want to see you!" She yells back. Her voice is thick with emotion and I can almost bet she's been crying.
"I'm not leaving! Either come out or you won't like what happens!" I call back. "Or maybe you will." I mumble under my breath as I move up the end aisle, checking each one for where she might've decided to hide.
I pictured her eyes wide and frightened behind her glasses, her tits bouncing as she runs, and that perfect bubble butt peeking out of her school girl skirt. Fuck, I was hard. Maybe I did chase girls after all.
"Just go. You have plenty of options so go find one!" She yells from somewhere to my right.
"I don't want them." I snap. I spot the top of her head just as she ducks behind the large information desk but she hears me coming and takes off running towards the back of the building. She throws the door open to a storage room but I'm quicker as I catch the door before she can slam it shut. She squeals in terror as I slam the door shut behind me and I advance on her.
"I. Don't. Want. You!" She cries, slamming her hands against my chest then slaps me across the face.
"Then why are you upset? Why are you upset and crying over someone you don't want?" I demand, advancing on her in the tiny room.
"Because you show up at my work and chase me like some psycho!"
"You were mad before then." Her back meets the wall and she sucks in a breath, her body trembling from adrenaline. She's trapped. "You saw that girl kiss me but you didn't stick around long enough to see me shove her off me. I told you that you were the only one I want and I meant it."
"I don't believe you." She pants, shuddering against me as I brush the hair off her neck and stroke her pulse point with my thumb. Her pupils are dilated and I can make out her nipples through her shirt.
"I could've had any girl at the party suck my cock but I only want you to do it. I could've fucked probably two or three girls at the same time at the party but I only want you. I could've--." Her hand slaps over my mouth as she glares up at me.
"Shut. Up." She growls, narrowing those defiant eyes at me. Her jealousy turned me on too. I lick her hand and she gasps, yanking away from me but I wrap my arm around her waist, tangling the other in her hair before slamming my mouth against hers. I devour her mouth until she sags against me, her lips mimicking my own until I suck her tongue into my mouth and she moans sweetly.
"You won't listen to nice me so this is the version you get. If you don't want to believe the words coming out of my mouth then listen to what my body is saying. What yours is begging for from mine." I snarl against her lips, dipping my tongue in her mouth to taste her again as my hand dives between her legs. She squeals, trying to pull away but I cup her pussy and moan over what I find. She's so wet it's running down her thighs and her panties are sticking to her.
"You don't want me, huh?" I taunt, palming her clit as she trembles, baring her teeth at me.
"Fuck you."
"Filthy mouth." I pull in her for another kiss and she bites me. I smile as I yank her panties down her legs and slide my middle finger inside her tight walls. She's so tight that I can barely move my finger, let alone add another. She moans loudly, practically melting against me as she clings to my shirt for support.
"Cum on my fingers. Let me have it so you can take my cock." I urge against her panting lips.
"I'm not losing m-my virginity in a s-storage closet." She bites out, widening her legs to give me better access.
"You shouldn't have run from me." I press my thumb hard against her clit, curling my fingers until I reach that sweet spot that has her eyes roll back as she cums hard, gushing all over my hand and onto the floor. I have to hold her up as the orgasm wrecks her, leaving her breathless and drained. I free my cock a second later, coating it in her juices as her eyes track my every movement.
"That is not going inside me." She pushes against me, her eyes widening in fear but I can't help but laugh as I scoop her up and sit her on a stack of totes.
"It'll fit." I bring her in for another hard kiss, slapping my cock against her clit and making her whimper. I take her hand and wrap it around my length, making her stroke me. Her hand immediately feels so much better and I moan, leaning into her touch.
"JJ, we can't do this here." She whispers, letting her thumb swipe over my leaking slit.
"You ran. We could've done this in my bed but you ran." My spit lands between us and I work it down my length as I smear more of her arousal. I need her as wet as possible to keep from hurting her too much. I look up so I can see the look in her eyes as I push the tip in. Her eyes widen and her lips part in surprise.
"Relax. Let me in." I murmur, using my hand to guide myself in another inch while keeping ahold of the back of her neck. She releases a whimpered breath and I push in more.
I let out a choked moan, fighting off the urge to slam into her and fuck her until she’s leaking cum all over floor. I should get a medal for the amount of restraint I’ve shown, especially when she looks up at me with big pleading eyes and whimpers my name. This was going to be over before I even get started. Her pussy was literal heaven and I was never leaving.
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andvys · 2 years
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I’ll take you higher
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Warnings: 18+, smut, blood, unprotected sex
Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x female reader
This is not proofread! So if there's any mistakes, please ignore it 
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You knew that something was off with Eddie after you had gotten back from the upside down. Something in him had changed but you didn't realize just how much had changed. 
The first thing you noticed was how cold he felt, his once warm body and touch was now cold, it gave you goosebumps every time he touched you. 
His skin got paler, his eyes had gotten darker. 
His eyes were always intense; his gaze, it changed, somehow it had gotten even more intense. His lust for you had increased, his gaze held even more love than before, you didn't even know that it was possible.
Somehow there was even much, much more love and adoration in his eyes but there was also something else. 
Hunger. 
You couldn’t explain it, you couldn’t explain what had changed him so much but you figured that it was the fact that he was actually dead for a few minutes, maybe he had seen something in the afterlife, something that might've been the reason for his- change.
You held him in your arms, you cried for him to wake up, both you and Dustin have cried for him to wake up. Tears were streaming down your face and you were shaking from how much you were crying, you didn't want to let go of him.
You prayed and you begged for him to come back. 
And as if someone had heard your prayers, Eddie had suddenly opened his eyes again, gasping for air as he came back from the dead. 
None of you could explain it, how he came back after his heart stopped beating but you didn't dare to ask any questions, you were relieved and thankful that he came back, that he came back to you. 
Whatever or whoever it was that brought him back to you, you were grateful. Deep down you knew that there was more to it, to his death but you pushed every thought aside and just focused on the fact that he was here, with you. 
-
Sorting through your polaroid pictures, you smiled at a picture of Eddie. He was laying on your bed, his hair was messy, his eyes were red from all the alcohol you two had consumed that night, he was looking at you with a big smile on his face as you took the picture. 
“Admiring your boyfriend?” 
Startled, you drop the picture as you gasp in surprise, putting your hand on your chest, you turn around, your eyes lock with Eddie’s dark ones, a smirk on his lips as he looks at you. 
Lately he has been getting way too good at sneaking up on you. Your once clumsy boyfriend apparently turned into a ninja..
“Eddie! You scared me..” you mutter, you can feel your heart racing beneath your hand. 
“I’m sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to.” he chuckles, waisting no second, he pulls you right into his arms, hugging you tightly “I missed you.” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, his arms tighten around you as he buries his face in your neck, he closes his eyes as he inhales your scent, it always drove him crazy but now, now he almost went feral every time he inhaled your sweet smell and felt your body pressed against his. 
“I missed you too.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. 
“Your heart is racing.” Eddie points out, the sound of your heart pounding echoing in his ears.
Furrowing your brows, you look up at him “how-”
“I can feel it.” 
Your lips part as you stare at your boyfriend. He looks down at you, a soft expression on his face as he stares at you. The look in his eyes makes your heart flutter, he always looks at you with such an awestruck expression, his eyes holding nothing but love.
“Well you scared me, Eds.” you mumble “I thought you’d come later.” 
Eddie scrunches up his face, tightening his grip on you “I missed my girl and Harrington kept whining about another bad date.” 
You chuckle before leaning up to peck his lips “I missed my pretty boy too.” you mumble against his lips as you look into his eyes through your lashes. 
Eddie’s pupils widen, grabbing your waist even tighter, he slams his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily as he pulls you flush against his body. 
You gasp into the kiss, his lips are moving roughly against yours, his tongue is brushing against your bottom lip. Eddie moves his hand down your body, grabbing your ass roughly making you moan into the kiss.
Eddie smirks into the kiss as his tongue meets yours, your hands move up his body, stopping at his neck, you wrap your hands around it, squeezing his throat slightly you cause him to moan into the kiss, the sound of it makes your heart flutter in your chest. 
Without breaking the kiss, he pulls you towards your bed, pushing you down, he hovers over you as he continues to kiss you until you are out of breath “I love you.” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his cold hand, he looks into your eyes, admiring you “I love you so much, pretty girl.”
“I love you too, Eddie.” you smile as you lean in to peck his lips once more. 
Eddie’s heart swells in his chest, you are his girl, his one and only. He still can't believe that you are all his and that you want no one but him, even after all the things the two of you went through together, he still can’t believe that someone like you wants someone like him, he is scared to lose you, lose you to someone else but whenever his eyes lock with yours, whenever you touch him and smile at him, he knows, he knows that you don’t want anyone but him, he is special to you, so fucking special and at times he doesn't even realize it until you remind him, remind him how much you love him and that you would do absolutely anything for him, just like he would do anything for you. 
Eddie would also do anything to keep you with him, forever. He was always the jealous type and got too possessive at times but ever since you both came back from the upside down, it has gotten even worse. His possessiveness got even worse. Everyone knows you belong to Eddie but the need to claim you in a different way grew more and more. 
Slamming his lips against yours once again, he grabs your waist and picks you up with ease, changing your positions he pulls you on top of his lap so you’re straddling him. 
A moan escapes your lips as you feel him beneath you, he is rock hard. The feeling makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. Wetness pools in your underwear and you can’t wait to feel him, feel him inside of you. 
He smirks into the kiss as you moan again, one of his hands moves under your shirt while his other hand trails up your body until he wraps it around your throat. 
You gasp at the feeling of his cold hand, at this point you don't know what's colder, his touch or the rings on his fingers. 
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you grind down against him causing him to moan loudly as his grip on you tightens. 
“Fuck sweetheart, you want to play rough?” he murmurs against your lips as you tug on his hair, he loves it, the feeling of your warm skin against his cold skin, the feeling of your lips against his, your hands in his hair as you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours, he is in love, he is so in love with you. 
Smirking, you peck his lips “yes, baby, I want you to fuck me-” pulling his hair back, you lean in, kissing his neck “hard.” 
His eyes flutter as he grunts at your words, your lips on his neck driving him crazy, he can smell your arousal and he can smell the blood that is pumping in your veins, it takes him everything to control himself right now, you smell sweet, so fucking sweet, he wants to taste you so bad.
“Fuck me, Eddie.” you whisper as you continue to kiss his neck while you grind down against him, causing you both to moan in pleasure. 
Squeezing your throat, he pulls you back, kissing your lips one more time before he flips you over, pining you against the bed, he holds your wrists against the bed as he hovers over you. 
God, he looks so hot. His dark hair framing his pale face perfectly, the dark look in his eyes makes shivers run down your spine but it also makes your stomach flutter in excitement. He smirks at you as he grinds against you, he feels his cock twitching in his pants, almost painfully as he feels your heat against his, he can’t wait to fill you up, feel your warm walls around his cock.
Your pupils are widened, your lips parted as you look at him in awe. The sight of it alone makes him lose any sense of control “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to leave the bed for the rest of the weekend.” he husks as he plants kisses along your jaw, smirking at the gasp that leaves your lips, the little ‘please’ from you, making him throb in his pants. 
He leans back, kissing your lips once more before he grabs the neck of your shirt, you furrow your brows in question, your eyes widen in surprise as he easily tears the fabric apart “Eddie!” you gasp in both shock and lust, that was the hottest thing you have ever seen. 
He only smirks at you, taking in the sight of you, he licks his lips as he spreads your legs apart, settling in between them, he grabs your waist causing you to shudder underneath him, his cold touch gives you goosebumps “no bra?” he questions as he cups your boobs, teasing your hardened nipples with his thumbs “E-Eddie.” you whine, arching your back, you try to grind yourself against him in need to feel him but he places his palm on your stomach, keeping you in place, the action just makes you even needier though. 
“Patience, sweetheart.” he teases “let me look at you, you’re so fucking pretty.”
He never fails to make you blush with his sweet compliments but right now you just want him to fuck your brains out. 
“Please.”
“So whiny and needy.” he chuckles as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue around it he makes you moan. Your hands move to his hair once again, gripping and tugging at it. He groans against you, moving his hand down, he teases you over your panties, moaning as he feels your wetness through the thin fabric “baby, you’re so fucking wet.” he moans. 
“A-All for you.” you moan as he pushes your panties to the side, his fingers moving through your wet folds making you both moan. 
“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy.” Eddie murmurs against your skin as he slips a finger inside of you “so fucking tight.” 
“E-Eddie.” you whine.
He hovers over you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he starts to push his finger in and out of you, your grip on his hair tightens, your hips bucking against his hand “you’re so hot baby.” he groans as he looks at you in awe. 
You pull him down, smashing your lips against his, he pushes another finger inside you as his tongue meets yours. Your nerves are on fire, your skin is hot against his, your juices soaking his ring clad fingers, you are both moaning into the kiss. 
He pushes his fingers in deeper, moving them faster, curling them inside you as his thumb starts rubbing your clit.
Your moans are getting high pitched as you feel yourself coming around his fingers, arching your back in pleasure, you press your chest against his, you gasp as you break the kiss, mumbling his name as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. 
“Good girl.” he rasps as he presses kisses all over your face. Pulling his fingers out, he moans at the sight of your wetness coating his fingers up to his knuckles, he licks his lips as he raises his fingers towards your mouth “open your mouth.” 
Parting your lips, you keep your eyes locked with his as he pushes his fingers into your mouth, closing it, you lick his fingers clean, tongue flicking over his rings. 
“Fuck- you’re so hot.” Eddie whispers as he watches you lick his fingers clean, your eyes almost black from how wide your pupils are, you moan around his fingers as you take them deeper into your mouth “Jesus Christ.” Eddie hisses as he thinks about your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. 
Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he wastes no second and slams his lips against yours, instantly moaning into the kiss as he tastes you on your tongue. 
With one hand in his hair you tug him closer, your other hand trailing down his chest until you stop at his belt, he groans into the kiss as you grab him over his pants, he is so hard, it takes everything in him not to come right then and there. 
He pulls your hand up, slamming it against the bed once again, he grips it tightly as he pulls away from the kiss “not yet, I want to have a proper taste first, baby.” 
“No please- later, Eddie.” you whine, the need to feel him inside of you growing stronger and stronger “I just want you inside me.” you whisper as struggle against his grip “please.”
“Fuck.” he curses under his breath, the look in your eyes is so needy and hungry and in love. You are in love with him and nothing would ever change this. 
Right here, in this moment, he realizes just how much you actually love him. He can feel it, he can see it in your eyes, he can hear it in your voice, he can feel it in your touch and god, he is crazy about you, the thought of losing this, losing you, suddenly sparks anger in him, the thought of someone taking you away from him puts him in rage.
"Alright, sweetheart, you can have anything you want.” he kisses your lips “absolutely anything.” he murmurs as he kisses your jaw “I would do anything for you.” he kisses your neck, grazing his teeth against your delicate skin, he closes his eyes, it takes him every ounce of self control not to sink his teeth into your neck and have an actual taste of you “I would kill for you.” 
“E-Eddie.” you whimper, tightening your grip in his hair, you squirm beneath him, his words sending shivers through your entire body “K-Kill?” you breathe, his words weren't playful and the tone in his voice wasn't either. 
“Yes.” he rasps against your neck as he proceeds to kiss you, marking your neck and chest with love bites “you are mine, you belong to me and if anyone-” he pauses, pressing his palms beside your head, he hovers over you, his lips brushing yours as he looks into your eyes intensely “if anyone tries to take you from me, I will make sure they will suffer a slow and gruesome death.” 
His words should scare you, they should make your heart race in fear, you should be scared of him, you should be- but you aren't. If anything, they make your heart flutter, your eyes widen as you stare at him with even more lust, your cunt is throbbing, arousal dripping down onto the bedsheets beneath you. 
Eddie smirks at your reaction, you love it, you love this side of him, he doesn't need to hear you say it to know it, your eyes tell him everything he needs to know.
“And now-” his hand trails down your body, his cold fingers tracing your stomach slowly before he grips your underwear, he rips them off of you, tearing another clothing item apart, the action earns him another gasp from you “now, I’m going to claim you.” 
“F-Fuck- Eddie, what has gotten into you.” you whimper as he pulls you up in a sitting position, pecking your lips before he gets up to get rid of his clothes. You watch him with wide eyes, he was always rough but not like this, he never tore your clothes apart or talked this way but- you love it, a little too much. Eddie just smirks at your words as he finally shrugs his jacket off.
You can’t even keep your hands to yourself whilst watching him take his shirt off, crawling to the edge of your bed, you immediately slam your lips against his after he threw his shirt down, he responds right away, grabbing the back of your neck, he deepens the kiss, moaning as you begin to palm him over his pants. 
He pulls the torn fabric of your shirt off of your body while you start to fumble with his belt, opening it, he helps you with it, keeping his lips locked with yours he takes his pants off quickly, instantly groaning against your lips as you take his cock into your hand, his tip leaking with pre cum. 
Another groan leaves him as you bite down on his lip, his eyes open as you pull away from him as you start to kiss down his chest, his breath hitches in his throat as you look up at him while you press kisses down his stomach, he knows what you are trying to do and while he would love nothing more than to fuck your pretty mouth right now, he would rather be inside your sweet pussy. 
Grabbing your jaw roughly, you gasp as he pulls you up against him again “later princess, let me fuck that sweet little cunt of yours first.” he smirks as he pushes you down against. You swallow, clenching your thighs together, your wetness starts to drip down your thighs as he spreads your legs apart, moving in between them, he eyes you, licking his lips and groaning as he moves his fingers through your soaking cunt “so fucking wet.” he grunts, his cock twitches in his hand, the sound of your whine drives him crazy “so pretty.” he moans as he pushes a finger into you, soaking his fingers with your juices again.
“E-Eddie please, please, I want you.” you whine as you grip his hand tightly, trying to pull his hand away, you don't want his fingers right now, you want his cock.
“So needy.” he smirks, pulling his fingers out of you, he grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, he settles further between your legs, hovering over you, he teases your entrance with his tip, making you both moan out in pleasure. 
“J-Just fuck me already.” 
Gripping your hand tighter, he leans his forehead against yours, telling you to keep your eyes open as he finally pushes inside of you with one quick trust, your warm, wet walls grip around his cock tightly “oh fuck, y/n.” he moans, holding your hip tightly “so fucking tight.” he curses. 
You tighten your grip around his hand, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open, so overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s making you feel. His large cock stretching you out so painfully and good, his grip on your hip is so tight, you’re sure it'll leave a bruise but you don’t mind, the look in his eyes and the feeling of his cold skin against your warm one adding even more pleasure, his cock twitches inside of you, your walls flutter around him and you are so wet, you can feel it leaking out of you already “m-move Eds.” 
He smiles, slamming his lips against yours as he pulls out only to push back in, harder and faster this time making you both moan into the kiss. He feels so good, hitting every spot perfectly, his tongue meets yours as he pounds into you. 
He grips you so tightly it makes you moan both in pleasure and in pain, he grunts and moans, barely able to contain himself, you are so tight and wet. 
“So good.” you splutter as you break the kiss, you are overwhelmed, so overwhelmed by the pleasure he is making you feel, you arch your back in pleasure as Eddie moves his hand down your stomach to rub circles on your clit “O-Oh Eddie.”
Eddie’s cock twitches again at the way you moaned out his name “you’re gonna be the death of me, kitten.” he grunts as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your hand gripping his shoulder tightly as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. 
“F-Fuck..look at me.” Eddie hisses “I’m gonna- come with me, baby.” 
You open your eyes to look at him, he watches you in awe as he pushes into you slower but harder, cursing at the feeling. Leaning his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you as you both come. 
Your hands grip at him so tightly, your nails digging into his back as he fills you up with his cum. 
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Eddie hisses as he feels you coming around his cock, soaking him up completely “I love you.” 
“I love you too, Eddie.” you whimper. 
Instead of slowing his thrusts down, he keeps thrusting into you until he grips your waist, flipping you both over, so you’re on top of him “be a good girl for me and ride my cock, y/n.”
You are so overstimulated already but it feels so good, he feels so good. 
He sits up, pressing his chest against yours, he bucks his hips up, making you whimper in pleasure “come on baby.” he rasps, brushing your hair away, he looks into your eyes as he kisses your chest “ride me.” 
You hold onto him as you start to roll your hips, your eyes filling up with tears from all the pleasure “just like that, good girl.” Eddie murmurs. He touches you everywhere, almost as if he’s exploring your body for the very first time. He plants kisses along your chest as you’re moving your hips faster, clinging to his body. 
He stops at your neck, nuzzling his face into the crock of your neck as he moans your name in pleasure “god, you feel amazing.” he grunts. 
You are both moaning and whimpering in pleasure, his cum leaking out of your pussy, your juices running down your thighs as you ride him like there's no tomorrow, he holds you so tightly as if he’s scared that you might disappear if he lets go of you. His hands are in your hair, his face in your neck. 
Eddie is overwhelmed by the pleasure, by the feeling of your beautiful warm skin against his cold one and your smell, your smell drives him crazy, your blood is pumping in your veins, he wants it, just a little taste.
You are both so lost in the feeling, your hips meet, your hands grip at each other as you make love, once again, you are close.
He resisted before but this time he can't, he pushes your hair away from your neck, licking his lips, he grips you even tighter before sinking his teeth into your skin as you come together. 
“A-Ah f-fuck..” you whimper in pain, gasping as you completely register the pain “w-what-” you stutter. Your heart is racing, you grip on him tightens even more, the feeling of your warm blood trickling down your neck makes the situation even more real; he bit you and you liked it?
“E-Eddie.” you whimper, your movements stilling as you hiss at the pain, the pain that feels surprisingly good. 
Eddie never thought that he could fall even more in love with you, he was over the moon already but something had snapped inside of him, was there a word stronger than love? There must be, because he feels something that is stronger than love, stronger than anything else he feels. 
You taste so sweet, even sweeter than he imagined, the moment your blood trickled down his throat, he got scared, scared that he wouldn't be able to stop, that he could kill you but his love for you was stronger than his instinct to drain you of your blood. 
For a moment, he dreads pulling away from you to meet your eyes, scared of your reaction, scared to find you in fear and in tears, scared that you’ll push him away but when you grip even tighter and whisper his name he pulls back slightly. Slowly he lifts his head up, his eyes meet yours and you gasp, in shock and in surprise. 
Blood drips down his chin, your blood. His eyes are red, crimson red.
You should be scared, you should be but you aren't, this is Eddie, your Eddie. Somehow, you feel more arousal at the fact that he just drank your blood, that he sunk his teeth into your neck as he came inside of you. 
Every fear of his disappeared in this moment, your eyes were soft, loving and lustful as you stared into his blood red eyes. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making it hard for him to stay still. 
“Y/n- baby, I-” 
You cut him off, slamming your lips against his, he gasps in surprise, if he knew that this would be your reaction, he wouldn't have held himself back before. 
Your blood on his tongue makes you moan in pleasure, the sound of it makes still hard dick even harder. You will truly be the death of him. 
You kiss even more intensely than before, your grip on him even tighter than before, you can still feel the blood on your neck dripping down, rolling down your stomach. 
You squirm on top of him, he is still inside of you, twitching inside of you, everything feels so sensitive but so good, you roll your hips again, earning a groan from Eddie. 
He grasps the back of your neck as you pull away from each other, he thrusts into you from underneath, hitting your g-spot perfectly, you whine as your eyes open to meet his “E-Eddie, god.” 
“That’s right baby.” he husks. 
He wants a picture of this moment right here, your lips are swollen, red from the blood, your blood. Your skin is glistening with sweat, your hair is messy, tears of pleasure are running down your face, blood is dripping down your neck mixing with your juices and his cum that is leaking out of you. Perfect. You’re so perfect to him. 
“You are so fucking perfect.” Eddie hisses as he moves closer again, your lips are brushing against his as he fucks into you even harder “my perfect goddess.” 
“O-Oh Eddie- I’m c-close.” you whimper as you cling to him again, hands entangled in his hair as you shut your eyes, you see stars from all the pleasure.
“Me too, fuck, me too.” he stutters “holy shit fuck.”
You kiss and hold onto each other as you come undone together, once again. Moaning into each other's mouths. 
It takes you a while to calm down from all the pleasure- even after you’ve calmed down, he keeps you on his lap, cock still deep inside of you, lips interlocked, you’re addicted to each other. Every time you kiss, every time you fuck, your feeling grow more and more intense. 
“I fucking love you.” Eddie whispers as he pulls away after a while, leaning his forehead against yours, he opens his eyes. His eyes went back to normal, back to the beautiful brown color you love so much. 
“I love you too, so much.” you whisper. 
Eddie smiles at you, he looks so happy but there is also worry in his eyes and you know exactly why. He is scared that he is gonna scare you away, that you are going to be afraid of him. 
“And nothing will change that Eddie.” you whisper, assuring him that you love him just as much as you did before, no matter what happens, your love for him will only continue to grow more and more.
“Nothing?” 
You smile, his puppy eyes make him look so innocent, despite the fact that he has blood running down his chin. 
“Nothing, Eddie.” you whisper, pecking his lips “you can have anything you want from me, you've got me, I'm yours, no matter what.”
His eyes light up at your words, his heart would've fluttered like crazy right now, if he was still human but he still feels it deep inside him, the effect you leave on him.
“And I’m yours, sweetheart.” he whispers “not even death can take me away from you.” 
Nothing, truly nothing can take him away from you and he will make sure that nothing will ever take you away from him. You are destined lovers, made for each other and meant to be together, forever. 
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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I truly do enjoy established Bruharvey AUs, cause like
Imagine being Jason Todd and finding out your weird Goth dad divorced your crime gangster dad.
Harvey can't even wrap his head around the fact that Jason apparently clawed his way out of Death's mouth and is now pointing a gun at him,
" How could you?!"
" Jay? Is that...You?"
" Don't change the subject. You and Ivy?! How could you do that? Not that I CARE. But going behind Da- WAYNE'S back? Is nothing sacred in Gotham anymore?!"
"...WHAT."
Bruce is just trying to mediate, but the second his best friend's girlfriend is brought up, his ears practically ring. A deadly set of pretty doe eyes turn to Harvey, " ...What."
" Tell him! Tell him what she called you!"
Harvey's in hell. Jason's very much aware Bruce is every inch the jealous bastard HE is. Two-Face often argues he's the one with jealousy problems.
(" No, I don't care I ripped somebody's eyeballs out for looking at him. Their fault for having sight")
" What? Harv?! Everybody calls me that!"
" Everybody? "
" Yes!"He cries out,
"...Interesting," you might've as well told Harvey it started snowing. That's how Cold Bruce's voice was.
Harvey wants to say Pam wouldn't do that to the little jester Bruce thinks of as his sister, but he won't insult Bruce's intelligence like that. He knows. He just wants to give Harvey some hell, probably, " Home. Both of you."
" Uh, I'm not going. I don't HAVE a home, --"
" Now, Robin."
"OKAY! But I'm NOT talking to HIM!"
Harvey feels like time is just dripping down on him like heavy, sticky grease. Bruce just pulls him to the batmobile, fingers digging hard in his ear, paying no mind to his whining,
" For the record, -- "
" Shut up, Mr. Dent."
What's Harvey gonna do? Disobey?
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cloudywriting05 · 4 months
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enjoy the silence. 。˚⋆☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆ peeta mellark. {2}
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→ THG peeta x fem-reader 3 parts.
→ 1, 2, 3
→ may be grammar errors
→ 799 words
→ smut, edging, mentions of spitting in mouths, rough sex, slapping, soft dom!peeta etc, slight fluff
→ summary: you and peeta are the district 12 tributes for the 74th annual hunger games. you have severe anxiety, and peeta knows how to calm you down, somehow.
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YOU laid in his arms silently for what felt like forever, and without having to look up, you knew he was awake too.
You let your left hand fall softly onto his upper arms, your finger naturally began to trace his biceps that you assumed were protruding because of the position of his arms. His skin was alarmingly soft, and he didn't move an inch as you traced up and down his arm. You silently scolded yourself for not taking the chances presented to you at District 12 to get to know him better, it was never a thought. He was always there but never there.
You still remember the day he approached you after you had bought bread from the bakery. He stopped you right as your foot was about to grace the stairs. You still remember the feeling of worry, his expression had you convinced you might've taken something on accident; and then he told you. He told you he thought you were pretty, and that he liked you a lot. You remember telling him you liked him too, and then scurrying off to return the bread. You were both thirteen.
"Peeta?"
He let out a soft groan. "Yeah?"
"Do you remember when you told me you liked me?" You asked, although you knew the answer.
"Of course," he chuckled softly, "how could I forget? I totally screwed that up."
"No, you didn't. I was just too young and too hyper to realise that you were being serious." You protested, still laying on his chest, with your left hand resting exactly where you left it. "I'll never get how you liked me, matter of fact, how anyone liked me at 12."
"Are you serious?" He scoffed while raising his upper body from the bed just to look you right in the eye. "Back at 12, my Mom and Dad would not shut up about how perfect you were and how gorgeous you turned out to be from the second you became a regular. Every time you left the store it was a she's so beautiful or what a gorgeous girl."
"Really?" You stared at him in shock. Your parents drilled it into your head that you always cheerfully greeted and farewelled the Mellark family, and so you did, every time without fail.
"Yes, for years straight. If I wasn't around to say it to, they would say it to the other customers, who would always agree. You just have to accept you are are the Districts sweetheart."
"No, I wasn't, Peeta."
"Yes, you were. You were the pretty girl who was sweet to everybody, mean to nobody, and used her pocket change to buy food for those who had none."
"Now you're saying it out loud, you're making me sound like a saint."
"Everyone cried when you got reaped."
"Everyone cries at anyone being reaped." You spoke.
"I know, but yours was different for everyone. Especially me. I almost felt better when I was called right after." He confessed.
"Wow, Peeta. You must really like me, huh?" You looked into his eyes and felt your pulse flutter while your eyes fell to his lips, a rush of warmth spread through your body. And within a second the pulsating between your legs became harder to ignorer. You didn't know if it was because of the way his hair looked, or how his arms looked as he used them for support to sit up, or everything that's come out of his mouth for the past hour.
"Something like that." He replied as your eyes wandered back to his and for a moment, you held the contact.
Only two things were going through your mind. You either asked him to lay back down to go back to sleep or make getting on top of him easier. You silently chose the latter. You leaned in, clenching your eyes shut, and felt his lips on yours within seconds. Relief washed over your body, and with all the worry gone like that, all that was left was the violent urge to let him fuck you.
You slipped a leg over him and shifted on top of him, and within an instant, his shirt was on the floor beside the bed. He didn't waste a second as his hands slithered around your waist, and then down to your ass which he gripped with what felt like every ounce of his strength of strength. Your mouth opened slightly, and it didn't take a second for him to do the same. He kissed you like he was hungry, like he'd been starving, and you fucking loved it. His right hand slid up your back and into your hair, he grabbed a ball of your hair firmly which turned you on way more than it should have.
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l1tw1ck · 1 year
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Jam Session
bottom!ftm Eddie x top!masc reader
took creative liberties and gave him a dad bod 👉🏾👈🏾
☆ Word Count: 1,374 ☆
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↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used
CW: Cheating, Age Gap, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Creampie
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You can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson. The super hot dad from across the street. He’s married but that doesn't stop you from fantasizing about him. About him on his knees, in your bed, against his kitchen counter, anything that comes to mind. You just want to take him and claim him as yours, steal him away from his useless husband. You could treat Eddie so well.
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Eddie invited you over to play music with him. It’s a regular thing but this time, he's home alone. No kids, no pesky husband, just you and him.
“So…how's the spouse?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and placing your instrument case next to the couch. “Is he treating you well?”
He frowns. “Not really. We don't get along as well as we used to.” He tunes his guitar.
You hold back a grin. “Why?”
“He just doesn't give me what I need…” He trails off, realizing he might've shared too much information.
“I could.”
“What?”
“I could give you everything you need. I could take care of you, make you feel good.” You hold his cheek in your hand. “Just give me a chance.”
Eddie blushes, desperate for any kind of affection. It's not like he hasn't fantasized about you before. How your hands would feel on his body, how your tongue would feel inside of him, or how big you might be…
“I’m a whole lot older than you,” He starts, placing his guitar in its case. “Why would you want someone like me?”
“Why wouldn't I? You're the hottest man I've ever seen, your age doesn't matter. I want to give you everything you’ll ever want, let me.”
He hesitates before going in to kiss you. You grab his waist and place him onto your lap, groping his ass while deepening the kiss. Eddie rolls his hips, already getting aroused from the way you touch him. He tugs down your pants, your underwear coming down next, and reaches for your cock. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at your length. “Fuck…you’re bigger than him..” He whispers, boosting your ego. He spits on your cock before wrapping his fist around it and jerking you off. “Shoulda done this earlier..”
“Yeah, you should've.” You smile. “Let’s make up for lost time.” You pick him up and bring him to his bedroom. You place him onto the bed and help him get his clothes off. “God, you're so fucking hot..”
His body is perfect and you can't stop staring. You slot yourself in between his legs and press kisses along his body from his neck to his chest and down to his happy trail. You move your body to be face to face with his pussy and press a kiss to his little t-dick. Your tongue trails down from there to his hole before burying your face in his chubby cunt and eating him out, devouring his delicious wetness. Eddie rolls his head back and lets out the prettiest sounds. He hasn't been touched in what feels like years. And he’s never had his pussy eaten before. He feels like he could come in minutes. Seconds, even.
Eddie subconsciously closes his thighs on you, suffocating you in his pussy. You keep going regardless, eating him out like a mad man. Your tongue reaches his g-spot, a surge of pleasure running through his body. “Th- there!” He cries out, squeezing your head harder. “Oh God—” He bites his lip and shuts his eyes closed, squirting on your tongue. “Fuck…[Name]..” He relaxes his body, allowing you to pull away. He hasn't come this hard in…well, ever.
You look at him, face shining with his juices. “You taste so good, Eddie.”
“Your- your fucking tongue, Jesus- I can't think straight-” He covers his face. “I- Fuck..”
“D’you want more?”
“please–” His voice cracks.
You bury yourself back in between his legs, kissing his little cock before enveloping it in your mouth. Eddie’s eyes widen as you suck on one of the most sensitive parts of his body. Two of your fingers slip into his aching hole with ease. You begin to slide them in and out of him while gently sucking on his dick. Eddie starts to sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
“oh- Yes~!” He cries out. “[Name]!”
You angle your fingers at his g-spot, earning a breathy “Fuck!” from Eddie. You pound into the area mercilessly, drawing him into another orgasm.
“Ss~ so good! I’m gon- uh~!” He suddenly throws his head back and squirts. He mumbles your name dreamily, body twitching. You plant soft kisses all over his thighs before pulling away.
You let Eddie recover from his orgasm before doing anything more.
Eddie reaches over to the side drawer, hands shaking as he fishes out an unopened box of condoms. He checks the expiration date and frowns. It expired two years ago. It's not like they would've fit you anyway.
You can tell by his expression that the condoms are no good. “Should I go get some?” You weren't expecting any of this to happen and you didn't have a need for condoms so of course you didn't have any either.
“It's- it's fine, just pull out, okay?” He turns to the side and plays with a strand of his hair. “I don't wanna wait..”
You pull your pants down completely and slot your body in between his legs. You start to ease into him, going slowly and taking in his warmth. Eddie whimpers and watches as he envelops your cock, his cunt stretching to take your girth.
“You don't know how amazing you feel, Eddie..” You speak in a low voice, falling in love with the feeling of his velvety pussy. You gently run your hands along his body as you bottom out, a soft smile on your face. “I've wanted this for so long, baby. I’m gonna give you what you deserve.”
Eddie blushes. “please..” He whispers. “Fuck me, [Name].”
You're so deep inside him, his husband pales in comparison.
You grab hold of his thighs and raise his legs high before gently thrusting into him. You admire the hazy expression on Eddie's face, his cheeks are flushed red. You lean into his neck and press soft kisses along his flesh. It's unfortunate that you can't make any marks on him. You slowly pick up the pace, starting to move faster until your thrusts turn quick and passionate. Eddie clutches the sheets as pretty moans escape his soft lips, your thrusts are making him see stars. He's never felt like this before, you're hitting all the right spots. He didn’t know sex could feel this good.
“Yes! [Name]!” Eddie gasps. “Fuck-”
The bed shakes and creaks as you thrust into him, practically claiming his pussy as yours. Both you and Eddie know he won't be satisfied with anyone else after this. His hair and face are a mess. He’s never gotten like this before. He doesn't want it to stop.
You bring Eddie into a sloppy kiss, kissing him like you’ll never touch him again. He wraps his hands around your neck to keep you close to him. Neither of you have been this intimate with anybody before. It feels like you've been missing out on each other’s touch all your lives.
You reluctantly part from the kiss in favor of breathing. You wish you didn't need to because otherwise, you’d be kissing him all day.
“Shit–” He bites his lip. “I'm close-”
You bring your hand down to jerk him off, causing Eddie to dig his nails into your skin. You're basically on cloud 9 so it doesn't even hurt. “Let’s come together, baby.”
He feels even more turned on hearing that. Neither of you are in your right mind, the promise to pull out has been completely thrown out the window and Eddie wants nothing more than to feel you come inside him.
Just a few moments later, the two of you are having an orgasm at almost the same time with Eddie milking your cock for all it's worth.
The sane part of you is aware of the mistake you just made but the other part doesn't even care. It's a problem for tomorrow.
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alocon · 1 month
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [6] - Max Verstappen
written by alocon
Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko
Summary: After a lot of rumours on twitter, all is revealed in an episode of your podcast
Before you read: Use of Y/N (sorry!!), angst (kind of), THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT. LIST BELOW, PLEASE BE WARNED THAT IT WILL CONTAIN CHAPTER SPOILERS. Look after yourself
WARNINGS: Discussion of pregnancy, loss of a child, and other difficult subjects such as mental health and cheating
NOTE: There is social media at the end which is important to the story but I can summarise at the start of the next chapter so don't worry if you can't read this, you will get a summary next chapter x
fc: Blanca Soler
[Previous Part Here][The Masterlist]
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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Six] - MV¹
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youruser: Hi all! I know that recently there have been a lot of rumours about the end of the 2018 season and my break up with Max, as well as allegations of me cheating on him. I have already discussed these rumours and clearly stated that it is not true, as has Max. However, I feel that you still haven't been given enough of an explanation on the situation as a whole and I am finally in a situation where I am able to talk about it. I am making this post for a fair warning that this episode of my podcast will contain themes which may be sensitive to some individuals. The warning list is written below...see more
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maxverstappen1: Proud of you for being able to discuss that
youruser: Thank you Max
user1: Any guests or just you?
youruser: Me, Max, Charles, Seb and Kimi
user2: Not her trying to make money out of this situation
youruser: As has been stated since I started my podcast in 2018, all money goes straight to charity. Earnings from this week's episode goes to The Pregnancy Association of Europe, a charity that looks into why pregnancy goes wrong, if there is a way to prevent it and gets help for those who suffer loss during pregnancy. (A/N: MADE UP CHARITY FOR THE STORY X)
charles_leclerc: Might've cried a little bit whilst filming this, but I think we all did.
maxverstappen1: I did
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Pole Position Podcast - Episode 75: Let’s Talk Babies w. KR7, SV5, CL16 and MV33
Y: YOU, M: MAX, C: CHARLES, S: SEB, K: KIMI
The podcast started off with Seb sitting in the middle of the sofa. There were two people sitting beside him: Charles and Max. Then, on one of the mini seats to one side of the sofa was Kimi and to the other was an empty seat for you, you were behind the camera. 
Y: This is a very different episode of the podcast. Right, can we check our audio syncs up before we start? 
You placed your headphones on, counting down for everyone to clap. They did and the audio synced up perfectly from each mic. You returned to your seat. The table, which was usually bare apart from the notes from the episode, including questions and other things, had no paper, instead having a variety of foods. You looked at the camera. 
Y: Alright, hello everyone. Welcome to the Pole Position podcast. Hope you’re all doing well. This is episode 75 and I am here with four lovely people, rather than one or two like I usually do. So, one by one would you guys like to introduce yourselves? Char maybe it’s best if you start because you’ve done this many times before?
C: *he nodded* Hello everyone, I’m Charles Leclerc. I am a Formula One driver who drives for Scuderia Ferrari. I’ve been on this podcast a lot. I’m basically the co-host at this point.
You chuckled
M: Hi, I’m Max Verstappen, I am a Formula One driver who drives for Red Bull, and a 3 time world champion.
S: I’m Sebastian Vettel, a retired Formula One driver who has driven for BMW Sauber, Toro Rosso, Red Bull, Ferrari and Aston Martin. I am a 4 time world champion.
K: And I’m Kimi Raikkonen, also a retired Formula One driver who has driven for McLaren, Ferrari (twice), Lotus and Alfa Romeo… Did I miss one?
Y: Sauber, right? When they were sponsored by Red Bull and Petronas?
K: How did you remember that and I didn’t? You’re basically a child.
Y: How am I the child here, both of those two are younger than me.
C: Wait, we are?
M: Yes??? She’s August 23rd, I’m September 30th, you’re October 16th.
C: 1997? *He looked at you, still confused*
Y: Yes, how did you not know that? We’ve known each other since we were 3, Charles.
C: I thought you were ‘98 for some reason.
K: Come on, even I knew that.
You clapped your hands, getting everyone’s attention.
Y: Right, back on track. Today’s episode is a more emotional one. As you know, when I started my podcast, I didn't really properly explain why I started it. I kind of summarised it, I think I said that it was something recommended by my therapist to talk about life. But I’ve never really used it to talk about the deep stuff. So today we’re going to talk about why I actually started this podcast and what happened in late 2018.
Y: I know people will be wondering why I need 4 other people to explain this with me. After the end of 2018, my brain kind of suppressed most of the more minor details and stuff so some of it I don’t remember much of, which is why these 4 are here, to kind of put all of the pieces together. So… Where do we start? With the breakup or the tests?
C: What one happened first?
M: You told me that the tests happened on Thursday evening so maybe the breakup.
Y: Alright. Max, do you want to take the lead on this one?
He nodded.
M: Alright so I broke up with Y/N on the Thursday morning before the Brazilian Grand Prix in 2018, aka Media Day. In hindsight, that was a really shitty thing to do. Everyone was really surprised by it because I absolutely was a dickhead when we split up. However, what I should’ve done is been completely honest and discussed my reasoning. I broke up with Y/N because my dad threatened me with an inappropriate sexual photo of her which he had somehow got his hands on. Likely egged on by Christian. I didn’t know how he got his hands on it, I don’t know what happened, but he had threatened to have it leaked if I didn’t break up with her, so I deemed it for the best and I did it. But the real issue was that I didn’t tell her why. I didn’t keep her in my life, I completely pushed her away. Again, a beyond stupid mistake, possibly the worst of my life. 
Y: Yeah, so that happened, it impacted me pretty badly. 
S: I think that’s an understatement there, no?
K: Just a bit. I remember her completely breaking down to me over it straight after it happened because she didn’t want to worry you two and she didn’t want to ruin Max’s friendship with Charles.
Seb, Charles and Max all looked at you. This was new information for the three of them. 
M: I’m still, genuinely really sorry about that. I feel so bad about the way I did it. 
Y: Max I’ve already forgiven you for it.
M: And yet I will apologise until the day we die if you let me.
C: ANYWAYS, so then in the evening I get a text from her basically saying “Hey, can you come over, it’s kind of important.” And I know this woman’s tendency to underreact in situations so when she said kind of, I took it as “likely very important” and headed straight there.
Y: Do I underreact or do you overreact?
M: Both
K: Both
S: Both
Y: Great.
You reached for a tortilla chip that was in a bowl on the table and took a bite after dipping it in salsa.
Y: So Charles comes over, asks what's wrong without hesitating. I didn’t even get a hi out, just opened the door and boom. Question. So I explained to him how I had been feeling kind of weird and I’d been feeling sick and tired all the time but it had been happening for a couple weeks and I knew it wasn’t sickness. That’s as far as I remember before the tests.
C: So I was like “oh, that’s weird. Have you had your period recently?” You said no but it didn’t usually anyway, I don’t know how it works.
Y: Basically, a side effect of the contraceptive pill that I take is that it stops my period. So either way I wouldn’t know just from that sign.
M: You still take it?
Y: Yeah, I do.
M: Are you actually getting laid?
Y:... Anyways, moving on.
Max laughed at that as Charles continued talking.
C: So, because it would probably cause some media attention if she went to buy tests or I went, we asked Hanna to and she was more than happy to. So she and Seb came over with pregnancy tests and dinner and like a LOT of ice cream just in case because we decided that we can risk our trainers yelling at us to cheer her up. I was not aware that her and Max had broken up by this point. I don’t think any of us except those two were.
K: And me.
C: And Kimi. 
S: So anyways, me and Hanna come over and we sit on the bed and talk whilst Y/N is downing water like there is no tomorrow, you know, so she could take the tests. And then she did the tests and we spent the next 5 minutes talking whilst we ate some of our food and then she checked the test and she was pregnant. We were all happy for her because, and correct me if I’m wrong here, guys, weren’t you two like kind of casually trying at this point?
Max looked at you and you smiled, indicating that he could answer.
M: Kind of. We were to the point where we wouldn’t complain about being parents so it was a kind of situation of “if it happens, it happens but if not, so what”.
C: So then she got a little upset and we were like “why are you sad, weren’t you guys okay if this happened?” and that’s when she told us that they had split up earlier that day. So, really, like god awful timing. 
Y: The rest of that evening was just kind of like them cheering me up. I tried to contact Max but he had blocked me, which I didn’t really understand at that point.
M: It was so I could not call or text because I didn’t want the photo to be leaked.
You nodded.
Y: So I think it was me, Charles, Seb, Hanna, Kimi, Minttu, Lew, and Val, except Lewis and Valtteri didn’t actually know. The others did though. I think, before this podcast gets released, the only people who know are the people here, Christian Horner, Fred Vasseur, Hanna, Minttu, my mother…
M: Christian knew?
Y: Yeah, we’ll get into that later, though. And Fred knew because I had to call him to be like “I have to go to the hospital about this tomorrow, I can’t race this weekend. And he’s family to me. So rather than racing, I went to the hospital. Hanna and Minttu came with me. Turns out I was 8 weeks along. I was like “shit, if I have this baby I’m going to miss so much racing” but apparently I was safe to drive after the 20 week mark until like the start of the 8th month as long as I was more careful than usual and got check ups after every race. SO overall I would’ve missed maybe like 6 races, so I was like, right. I should tell Christian, you know? Warn him. So I told Christian and he instantly started complaining, being like “What if this what if that? This is why we should’ve hired a man to drive”, that kind of stuff. But I think that was the heat of the moment. But then he doesn’t change and he tells my mother for some reason because he knows her and she kicks off and basically disowns me and tells me that I am not making a good choice and that I’m crazy and stuff. Fun. Anyways, going into December, I was really really overwhelmed. I don’t know what it was like from an outside perspective but it was shit from mine. 
K: Terrifying.
You all turned to look at Kimi. The entire 20 minutes of the podcast so far, he hadn’t had much to say, which you got because he’s Kimi Raikkonen.
K: From an outsider perspective it was terrifying. From my perspective, at least. Seeing the way you were so stressed and you wouldn’t eat as much. You were no longer happy, you were constantly anxious, even about how you looked, if people could tell, if you weren’t looking as nice even though you looked fine. It was really scary seeing you go down such a path, especially after everything your mother said to you. 
You sniffled slightly, getting emotional as you never really publicly opened up about this stuff. Charles and Seb agreed at this point.
Y: So then, a couple weeks into December, I can’t remember the exact date.
C: December 11th.
Y: December 11th, I was feeling strange. I had really bad stomach pain. Like awful. I just figured, for some reason, that it was because of the fact I hadn’t eaten much yet that day so I decided to sleep it off, see if I felt better in the morning. And, before we get into this, this may be slightly graphic and it’s a lot more graphic than I described to Max and Seb and Kimi so please be warned. I wake up in the morning, about 3am. And I sat up in my bed and I felt something wet on my lower body. So I was like “What the fuck” and I turn on the light and, uhm.
You paused, taking a deep breath in an attempt not to cry. You felt a hand slip into yours and squeeze. You looked to see Max looking at you with those soft, beautiful eyes. He was looking at you in the most gentle of ways. You felt yourself tipping over the edge slightly, voice cracking as you began to speak again.
Y: I turned on my light and I just saw red. Like, my bedsheets, which were usually white, were just red. Everything was red. I don’t remember too much after that, other than just feeling numb. Charles had been staying with me at that point. Max had just moved out and Charles’ apartment had flooded so I invited him to stay in my house until the apartment was sorted. I don’t really remember much, I don’t know if you do, Char.
C: I do. May I?
You nodded.
C: So I wake up because I hear a scream. Like not a happy one. Just a shocked sounding scream. So of course I went straight into her room to see if she was okay and the lower half of her bed was covered in blood, her shorts, her legs were all just covered in blood. It was, excuse the explanation, like something out of a horror movie. And she just… kind of sat there. Frozen. It was like she couldn’t move or speak, she just sat there. Kind of void of all emotion on her face other than her crying. I remember taking her phone and calling her baby doctor person, because she gave her phone for emergencies. And she answered and I apologised for calling so late and explained the situation because of the amount of blood just… Didn’t look normal. And she said to take her to the hospital if I was concerned. So I did and we went to the hospital and they sorted everything out. I don’t remember exactly what it was but either way we went home and we spent the next week or so just camping in, eating junk food, trying to relax and at least attempting to be calmer. I think it wasn’t until the new year that you told Christian. 
Y: Yeah, I started therapy like a week after the miscarriage. And then, on the 29th of December was when you two, Han and Mina found out, I think?
S: Yeah, I remember Hanna sitting down when we got there.
K: You being late, as usual
S: Yeah, yeah. So Hanna asked how you and nugget were, which is what we had nicknamed the baby and you just kind of cracked. You started crying and they asked what was wrong and that’s when you told us that you had miscarried. So we went out and tried to make sure you had the best day of your life. 
Y: That’s where the photo came from as well. The photo of me and the “mystery guy” whose face was blanked out was just a photo of me and Charles hugging because I got a little upset. I will post the photo here and if you’re listening on Spotify or Apple music, the screenshot of the story with the date attached is on my Instagram story highlights.
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Y: So then I told Christian and he told my mother once again and also then proceeded to use it against me. BUT that’s all we have time for today. If anyone wants, we can do an episode purely based on my RBR treatment. Just let us know. Have a lovely day, I’ve been your host Y/N and we will see you next time.
Max, Kimi, Seb and Charles all said goodbye before the episode ended.
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Hi all!! Here's part 6, more drama unfolding. This story will continue to slander Christian Horner btw. In this story he is an awful person because it made the plot better x Anyways hope you enjoyed Max going on a podcast (well, two) because she asked him to so it was worth going on. Have a good day x Alocon
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7 Psychopaths: Seonghwa
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x Summary: You are X, a seasoned assassin, and your boss has just assigned you an unusual task. You have two weeks to gather six men for a top-secret mission that requires their unique brand of psychopathy. The trick is, you've got romantic history with all of them.
A detail that might make this a walk in the park or the fight of your life. Time to find out...
x Pairing: assassin!seonghwa x assassin!chubby!fem!reader
x Genre: angst/crime au/smut
x Word Count: 1.8k-ish
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x Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, some moments of deep/hard sex w/ scratching, sex in the desert cause danger is fun, pet names (baby), Hwa likes to talk dirty, fire, side character death via said fire, blood, teeth pulling w/ pliers, mini-explosion, a punch gets thrown, a lil enemies to lovers, strong language, tried to cover it all but lmk if anything's missing!
x A/N: This is #4 in a series of 6 stories featuring two members from TXT, two from ATEEZ, and two from Stray Kids. They all follow the same theme and can be read chronologically or you can jump around. I support the chaos.
Previous Psychopath: Wooyoung | Next Psychopath: Soobin | OR Start From The Beginning
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The average adult has 32 teeth. 28 if they’ve had their wisdom teeth taken out. Seonghwa shoves a pair of pliers into the mouth of the man he has tied up in the trunk of a car, clamping the metal jaws around the first molar on the right side. The man’s screams are agonizing, his wrists and ankles fighting against the frayed rope as the root tears out of place. Seonghwa holds it in the red glow of the taillights, ignoring the blood soaked cries of his present company.
“You really should brush your teeth more'' he frowns, noting the plaque buildup on the bloody tooth before tossing it aside. “Don’t worry though. Once I’m done you won’t have any left to brush.” Seonghwa grabs him by the neck, shoving the pliers into his mouth as a mixture of spit and blood drips down the man’s chin. Gripping the next tooth in line, he rips it out much easier than the last and the screaming continues. 2 down, 30 to go.
If they were somewhere in the city Seonghwa might've done something to quiet him down. Duct tape his mouth shut. Shove a sock in there. But this is the desert, the absolute middle of nowhere, during a time when even the sun has abandoned them. There are no people for miles in either direction and any encounter with the other living creatures that stalk the desert night is sure to end in this man's death. Make no mistake. He will die either way but first, there’s business to attend to.
“You have the misfortune of having a lot of teeth,” Seonghwa grins, waving the pliers around with tooth number 4 wedged between metal, “Fortunately, I don’t have a lot of time so why don’t you tell me what I wanna know and we can go our separate ways.” “You…you’re gonna let me go?” the man blubbers, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Of course, I will.” A lie. “Don’t fuck with me, man!” “I’m not fucking with you.” Another lie. Seonghwa takes a seat on the edge of the open trunk, patting the man on the shoulder like they’re two old friends grabbing a beer. “I’ll let you go. I always keep my word.” The final lie. The biggest lie of them all. 
But it works. In seconds the man confesses to Seonghwa, a sinner in search of forgiveness. He answers every question without pause. Spills the details of who hired him for the job that led to their paths crossing. Hell, he even starts in on his troubled childhood, going on about his mommy issues until Seonghwa can’t stomach his voice anymore. “Alright, well, thanks for that,” Seonghwa sings, hopping up and tossing the pliers into the trunk before walking out of view. “Hey! Where are you going?” the man shouts, wiggling towards the edge of the trunk.
Idling a safe distance away is Seonghwa’s car, soft white headlights illuminating the horizon as classical music flows from the radio almost too lightly to be heard. He pops the trunk, retrieving a 5 gallon gas canister. “Calm down, I’m coming back,” Seonghwa huffs, dragging himself back to the other car. The man’s eyes widen when he sees the canister, what little color is left in his pale skin drains to nothing. “No! You can’t do that! You gave me your word! You’re fucking crazy.”
Seonghwa digs a lighter out of his back pocket, flicking the top off of the canister with his thumb, “I know.”
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You awaken from your slumber like a sweet baby angel to the gentle sound of orchestral music. The surface beneath you is the softest you’ve slept on in days and the blanket wrapped around you must be made of some luxurious fur because regular cotton could never feel this lush. You sit up, yawning, eyelashes fluttering, and wait for your vision to adjust. As the sleep wears off you suddenly notice how dry your throat is. Then there’s the pain. You bring your hand up to the side of your neck, touching the tender spot where you were injected with something, and it all comes back to you.
Woo. Seonghwa. They did this. Where are you? The driver’s side door swings open just as the pieces shift back into place. Nearby screams muffled by the crackling of a raging fire draw you in like a moth to a flame. There’s thumping inside the trunk of the other car. You’re too concerned about if you’re next to care who’s in there. “You’re up!” Seonghwa cheers, hopping into the car and turning to check the backseat where you’ve been passed out for hours. “How’s it going, baby?” “‘Baby’, my ass!” you shout, punching him in the face. You hate to hit something so pretty but he deserved it.
“You fucking drugged me!” Seonghwa holds his nose, tapping his foot to distract from the pain, “I did it for your own good.” “For my own good? You set me up. Where’s Woo? Son of a bitch.” Blinded by your anger, you storm out of the car, charging barefoot through the desert with the blanket still around you. Seonghwa chases after you, his head tilted back to avoid a nosebleed, “You can’t just walk around out here. You’re gonna get hurt!” “I’ll get hurt?” you scoff, turning back to launch another hit in his direction.
Seonghwa grabs you by the wrist, bringing an arm around your waist to hold you to him, “Look at me and tell me you think I’d ever bring harm to you.” The aching in your neck tells you not to trust him again but your heart won’t let you forget your shared history. All of the times he’s put his life on the line to protect you before. Whatever he’s done, there must be a reason. It better be a good one. Seonghwa lets out a sigh of relief as he senses your body has begun to relax. The fire behind him has doubled in size, making it impossible to ignore.
“Who’s in the trunk?” you ask, kissing the bridge of his nose right where your punch landed. It takes everything in him not to blush. “Someone that did want to hurt you but don’t worry. I hurt him first.” “What did he want with me?” “You’re joking, right?” he laughs, “There’s a trail of corpses behind you in the name of a mission no one knows anything about. They’re coming for you. You have to stop.” This was bound to happen. An occupational hazard. When you run around fucking shit up you draw attention to yourself and it’s never the good kind.
This is the life you signed up for though. Turning back isn’t an option. “You know I can’t do that.” “Yes you can,” he says, the pain in his voice undeniable, “I’ll keep them off of you as long as I can but once they get to me—” You kiss him, letting the blanket fall to your feet as you cup his face. “Don’t talk like that, Hwa. I won’t let them touch you. I promise.” The kiss heats up rapidly. The knowledge that you still care for each other deeply drives you into a breathless frenzy.
You tear at each other’s clothes. His hands traverse your curves, massaging your ass and thighs. Your stomach. Your breasts. Your everything. Before you know it you’re laid out over the pile of clothes, his tongue rolling across your nipple as he parts your thighs to stroke your pussy. Your throat might be dry but your pussy’s delectably wet. Seonghwa dips a finger into you, humming against a mouthful of your breast as he taps his thumb at your clit. The finger inside of you curls in just the right way to make your hips stutter.
“Mmm, is my girl ready for another one?” You shake your head, nails raking up and down his back, “Two. I want two more.” “Anything for you” he smiles, feeding his fingers into you one by one. He moves his wrist in slow circles, giving you that satisfying fullness in your belly, all the while stretching you in preparation for the cock he can tell you want so badly. You reach down to stroke his length and it jumps for you like an overexcited puppy happy to see its owner. You are its owner. No amount of time apart will change that. You’re the only woman who's ever been able to get him hard as steel and you know it.
“No more fingers. I want you to fill me up” you whisper, tugging at his hair. Seonghwa picks up the pace, fingering you faster just to hear you scream his name. Your hips raise off of the ground, walls locked around his fingers. He wiggles them free, using the hand dripping with your arousal to stroke himself as he aligns with your entrance. He comes up to kiss you, pushing into you until he bottoms out, turning you into a giggling mess.
Watching you has him falling in love all over again. “Fuck, I love it when you’re like this,” he says, lifting one of your legs up and pounding into you. Each thrust is so perfectly angled to please you that you can't even steady your hands enough to touch him. In fact, nothing about you is steady. Your entire body reacts to his, obeying commands without a word spoken. “Ooh, your little pussy’s pulsing. Ready to cum for me already?” he teases, bouncing you on his cock. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes…” your voice trails off, nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you crack under pressure.
Seonghwa pins you down harder, slowing down to feel every moment of your release. He may have his sadistic side but his heart never softens more than when he sees you happy. And knowing that he’s the reason why? It gets him every time. He cuddles you as you come down, only peeling his body away from yours when the sudden combustion of a gas tank startles the two of you. “Aww, isn’t that romantic?” he beams. “Romantic?” “Like fireworks.” You roll your eyes, scooching over to lay your head on his chest, “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
Despite the circumstances, laying here with him is the most peaceful night you’ve had since this all began. It feels almost normal enough to pretend you don't have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Seonghwa disrupts the delusion. Someone has to do it. “Nothing I say will make you back out of this mission, will it?” You sigh, drawing hearts in the sweat that slicks his chest, “No. I have to do this, with or without you and Woo, but I’d prefer with.” Seonghwa hugs you, kissing you on the forehead, “Then ‘with’ it is.”
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